Dominion &nbsp; The Frontier War: Iron Dawn | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Kaddak

Alora Vizsla |

Vulcan Krayt
Theme: War Pig

To say that Shai was shocked by the figure beside her was an understatement. Her Ripper was out of its holster and levelled at the figure, but she immediately lowered it when she saw the T-visor and armour. The girl certainly made an impression as she pretty much deleted a poor fool from the genepool. "Dunno where you came from, sis, but get in!" She practically ordered as more blaster bolts bounced off the armour of the walker. Shai slipped back into the Walker and waited for the girl to hop in as well before standing back up outside the hatch. :: We got more boots on the ground dead ahead. See them? :: She spoke into the comms of the tank. :: Sighted in. :: her gunner spoke up.

:: Send it. :: As soon as the words left her lips, the rotary cannon spooled up and filled the air with gunfire. Criminals ran for cover or were pretty much torn apart by the weapon if they were unlucky enough. :: Forward, marching speed. :: The driver pushed up the throttle and the walker advanced through the streets up to the spire. Shai fired the repeater at a few windows and doorways where the walker didn't clear out properly enough. :: Ground forces, be advised, guns on our three and nine. :: She spoke up as she glanced down around the walker. "You impressed yet, crayon?" She joked as she leaned down to peer at the girl inside the tank with them. "There's ration packs in that container over there if you're hungry." She offered as she pointed to a container mounted on the wall inside.

Standing back up, her senses were on high alert as the walker advanced with the units below her. One hand was on the repeater and the other holding onto the roof for some extra support. She had a feeling that there was something coming their way... she hoped that her gut feeling was correct.

The walker kept moving and firing, either blowing holes into buildings or tearing apart people behind cover. Luckily they were stearing relatively clear of the civilians. The intel helped a ton in that regard.

NPC · Sep 20, 2021

The Spiremasters

LOCATION: Kaddak , the Sliver
Objective: Spiremasters
Equipment: From CS
Engaged: [

Romul Saxon ] [

Zlova Rue ] [

Talohn Atar ] [

Leea Pandac ]
Acting NPCs:

[ Spiremaster Al’yin of House Lonar, Male Human ]
[ Spiremaster Odasha Bassam, Female Togruta ]
[ Knife Wielding Maniac, Aide Chortun, Male Twi’lek ]

The meeting was indeed being recoded. Broadcast, on their local holonet to every home, tavern, school and building upon the planet. Sent soaring far from this single city to shape the opinions of a planet. Each carefully placed camera and clip designed to increase fear and chaos.

It captured the uncanny moment as Envoy Zlova Rue vanished from the midst of her delegations, moving so swiftly she seemed merely to appear behind the Togruta Elder. A second flash of motion, and the knife in the hand of the assailant skittered across the floor.

Zlova spoke, her words echoing in the still frozen room.

To trade, one must have something of equal value. They offered you material goods for food. It's a far better offer than someone like me would have extended. You should accept it graciously, and cease pretending like the Old Ways of killing each other will survive the day.

The Torguta turned to thank Zlova, shaken but not cowed, even by facing so deadly a Force User. “Thank you, Envoy, I —”

As if to punctuate the moment, Saxon shot the assassin Zlova held pinned, the precision of his aim missing diplomat and ally alike. But his words were designed to anger and enflame, and the violence in the meeting chamber erupted once more.

A few guardsmen reacted a mere breadth before the rest, moving to protect Talohn. Too fast, they reach too fast not to have known it was coming. If the clever Cathar was still watching so carefully, he might see the subtle hand signs passed between the ‘guardsmen’ and the ambitious Al’yin.

The door burst open as men clearly in Black Sun gear rushed the room, Saxon squarely in their path. The center most of them wielded a vibro-axe meant for cutting through Beskar. a vile laugh escaped him, as he eyed the warrior he had come to slay. “Get the Mandalorian.” He spoke as if the other three didn’t even count, not being in proper amor.

It infuriated Mia, but she could not even choke a swear word out, though a wildly kicking foot doubled up one of her assailants.
Those more subtle assassins sent to target Zlova found no target at hand, and joined those swarming over the vociferously swearing, kicking and biting Mia.

Leea, so quiet in the back, fighting the urge to deal with the locals a blaster, was largely overlooked by the attacking forces. But only largely; the greedy eyes of those who wished to force this encounter to a bloody conclusion had fallen upon her. A single villain slipped up behind her, and attempted to immobilize her with an arm lock, planning to march out of there with his rare find.

Two more cloaked figures strove to slip past Zlova’s guard, fanatical eyes revealing addicts of combat sims. They didn’t care if they lived or died, so long as the Togruta perished. The taller one, with large horns surgically affixed to his skull, snarled out a laugh at Saxon, then sneered. “Oh noble Mandalorians. Have your forgotten your own dead? This is nothing to the slaughter of your Red Coronation.”

From the center of the room, unhindered by battle, the too-clever Elder Al’yin of House Lonar, exclaimed in horror and paled right on cue, as though terrified.

Vulcan Krayt · Sep 20, 2021

Location: Kaddak Market
Objective: Escape before he gets hurt!
Equipment: Cookware, Ovens, Ingredients, stall, R2 Astromech Droid
Tags: Open

<“Bleeh,”> Vulcan exclaimed as he dived for cover as the situation at the market escalated.

Well, this is getting too blaster filled. Vulcan had to take cover as shots zoomed overhead barely missing his canopy. All his customers ran for it. Some got caught in the crossfire. He wasn’t going to stay where he too may end up dead. 15 is too young to pop the Beskar clogs. Vulcan frowned, wouldn’t metal clogs by all laws of physics not pop?

R2 peeped urgently as the stall had a too close of a call, some wood hitting Vulcan like splintery rain. Most of his produce was lost. He was very annoyed; he made these especially for today. But he knew better than to get angry and yell at anyone. But that didn’t stop him from inching close to tears. Not that he was scared, no, it was because he lost his stall and his edibles, and it deeply frustrated him.

The beeps from his droid became louder and more frantic as they now found themselves wide open, so they both headed to safety, he has a blaster on him sure, but he is only one person, and he isn’t going to die over some splattered foodstuffs. He is stubborn, petulant, and petty but not stupid or foolhardy.

<“That does it! We are leaving!”> He spat, gathering what he can salvage and heading back to his X-Wing. He would like to see his 16th birthday thank you very much. He was tempted to open fire on the Gangsters out of spite, but decided it wasn’t worth the aggravation. So he flew off the planet.

Besides he needed to live long enough to find the person who opened the tab and meet them.

Zlova Rue · Sep 20, 2021

The sound of a blaster bolt at low frequency crept by the Lethan's ear while she stood between assassin and Spiremaster. Its glow quickly moved into view and then planted itself in the offending man's head. It had the effect of riling everyone up, which left Zlova wondering how it was the Sith had been the less violent-prone member of the party. Then again, not everyone could move across the room in the blink of an eye. It took effort not to turn her head and glower at the Warmaster. She just smiled as if it had all been a well coordinated response.

And then the nether broke loose. Guards. Black Sun. More assassins. "This is why you need to learn to defend yourselves," Zlova announced for any that weren't consumed by their own fear. Her hand had been thrust out to pull the discarded pink crystal blade back from the center of the room and into her hand. As the crazed, cloaked figures began to move in well-choreographed timing with the other 'independent' parties -- guards and Black Sun -- the Twi'lek shoved the handle of the knife into Odasha's hand; or firmly jab the blunt end of the handle into her belly so she'd naturally grab at the intrusion, and then find the blade in her grasp.

In a blur, the red Twi'lek spun around to deliver a full-bodied roundhouse kick to the side of one of the left-most assailant's head in an effort to knock him into the path of the right one. As she lowered her foot and made sure to keep herself between them and Odasha, Zlova smirked. "You're right. At least that leader had a genuine claim to the throne. I doubt the same is true for yours." It was obvious this was all set up in advance. Bought-off guards, Black Sun mercenaries, and drug-addled suicide assassins after a failed simple assassination attempt? They'd been there to respond to one of their own being killed instigating further chaos so no one could dare say what happened or that any other Spiremaster could possibly have been involved. Very underhanded Sith thing to do, actually.

Zlova set a jab for the big one's mouth. They really didn't need to hear any more out of him. No doubt they had a speech prepared because they'd screwed that up too -- you monologue before the killing. And after, but that was for Al'yin playing school-girl over there.

She turned around to survey the scene, which is when Zlova caught sight of

Mia Mereel 's predicament. "Mia. Mia! Kick them in the face. The face!" The Sith sighed at the sight. The girl's reputation for being a bit of a pitiful fighter was true. Yeah she was doing better than most dunderhead, but for a Mandalorian...? With a slight shake of her lekku, Zlova reached out with both hands to lift two guards meant for her angling in on Mia off the floor. Then she jerked her hands toward one another to introduce the pair to one another violently, and let them crumple back to the floor.

Tag:

NPC |

Talohn Atar |

Mia Mereel |

Romul Saxon
Reference Note: Red Coronation (Lore)

Alora Vizsla · Sep 20, 2021

Alora turned her visor to regard the infamous Wardog in charge of the Walking Tincan. Apparently, she'd already earned an invitation to join them. Which was just as well since everyone and their bother's uncle decided to open fire on their position. Some people had no sense of aesthetics; her pose had been picturesque! Being a good sport, Alora did hop on inside.

Then the armored woman turned and watched as Shai just, like, popped right back up there. "Hey..." Why was Alora the only one that couldn't play dangerously? Manda, Shai even fired a repeater herself to suppress the insurgents nearby. A disruptor would totally have been useful up there.

And then -- and then -- Shai called her crayon! No, really, like what did that mean? Alora didn't know. As someone that didn't mind nicknaming things, however, she wasn't offended. "This kind of work inspires thirst more than hunger," she called back up to the woman leading the assault. "Besides, I just got here. You're not going to kill them all yourself, are you?" Okay, her gunner did some work too. And the ground forces. So, again, why was she the only one standing there looking like a sheb?

Alora turned her gaze down to the wrist-mounted control, where she tapped into her own ship's command again. "You know about the two mines up ahead right?" she called up toward Shai. "The ones on the road? They planted them like, two minutes ago." Well, Alora wasn't unaccustomed to probing the enemy's secrets. Had done it in a few merc-groups before. First time supporting Mandalorians though. They weren't allergic to solid battlefield intel were they?

POYO!

Shai Maji
BOOP!

Vren Rook |

Vulcan Krayt

Shai Maji · Sep 21, 2021

Objective: 2
Equipment: In bio | 1x Mandalorian Assault Walker
Tags:

Vren Rook

Alora Vizsla |

Vulcan Krayt
Theme: Don't Tread On Me

"There's also a water tank in there, so help yourself!" She cackled before returning focus to the streets. She was liking the girl already. Plus it was amusing to listen to her sulking about missing out on the fighting. She was definitely not the type to sit still and relax. She continued on to warn them of a few mines up the road, winning Shai's focus over.

The Shistavanen glanced down at her then looked at her pilot. :: You hear that? :: She asked him. :: Loud and clear. Running scans as we speak. :: He spoke up, busy with the walker's computer in one hand while steering it with the other. "Okay, sis, you got my attention. You wanna go ham, get in the gunner's seat." She offered. Her gunner looked understandably quite unhappy about it, but would move out of the way if she accepted the offer. "How did you even know that? Didn't even spot that." She asked her casually before continuing to fire with the repeater. :: Gunner, follow my trail. Heavy repeater in the house at eleven o' clock. :: She reported, firing at the wall and window where she spotted it.

It wouldn't do much against them but it would certainly be a problem to the troops around them.

Talohn Atar · Sep 21, 2021

Talohn's eyes widened as he heard the shot fired from outside of his peripheral vision. His head instantly turns about to face Saxon, his pupils dilated to the point that they almost look more reptilian than feline. "Ri do'erunuz? Tya ri sudta vlo tya tras? Y'a lirearo manurriz!" The amount of shock he was in from Saxon's choice of action quite literally made him unable to choke out words that weren't his native language. Good thing too, he wasn't saying things one should be saying to a warmaster. He then shakes his head, pinching his brow. The cathar turns to face the council once again. "Everyone calm do- "

The Cathar is interrupted as he notices the guards move to surround him prematurely. Following some hand gestures by the old man who spoke earlier., which he only noticed because the he once again looked up at the council. Talohn's eyes narrow. If the old men knew to send guards....then that meant...Before he could even finish his thought, all hell broke lose. Black suns charging Saxon, assassins moving in on the togruta, Mia kicking as she's taken hostage. It was all falling apart. Zlova would feel a certain aura in the room at this point, originating from Talohn. The sort that would make the stomach of a light sided force user sink like a rock. The cathar was angry, extremely angry.

Luckily, he knew how to stop all of this, at least he had an inkling. He'd have to go off on a hunch for now. He brings his wrist up to his mouth, whispering some sort of catharese codeword. He would then turn to look around just in time to see someone creeping up on Leea. "Zlova, get Mia!" He calls out to the red twi'lek. He then attempts to hurry towards Leea, but the guards dare to try and get in his way for his 'protection'. Talohn's eye twitches lightly, and what happens next is nearly too fast to comprehend. Literal afterimages left behind as he uses the full power of his force speed. Within the span of a second, one man was thrown over his shoulder straight through the wooden podium, and the second was chokeslammed the floor after having his footing unsteadied by a lightning fast leg sweep. The next thing Leea's assailant would see is a cathar sprinting straight at him with enough speed to be a blur. "LET HER GO OR I'LL TAKE YOUR ASOPHOGUS AS A TROPHY!" He hisses.

NPC

Madlad · Sep 21, 2021

What a boring day, so far at least. Before the meeting even began, Talohn had tasked the droid with infiltrating the vent system of the crystal building. It was always like this. Talohn felt just a bit naked without his armor, and when Talohn was without his armor, Madlad was never far. Mind you, Madlad preferred it this way. Talohn and the droid had something akin to brotherhood, and it much liked the cathar alive.

It had taken a while to get through the vents. Moving quietly with metal scraping against metal was hard to pull off, but Madlad was nothing if not determined and tenacious. It was made to adapt to any situation, and some stupid vent wasn't going to change that. With that resolution in mind, it got through the vents with relative silence, arriving in time to hear Talohn's speech. This was the boring part. It simply sat there leaning against the wall of the vent while they talked politics, doing the droid equivalent of zoning out.

It's absentminded staring off into space was was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. Looking around momentarily, it then leans slightly to peek out of the nearby vent grate down upon the meeting room. Seems things were going sideways. Not long after that, the chaos ramped up. That was around when Talohn whispered some very interesting commands on the droid's comm channel. It cackles, bringing it's fist down upon the vent grate, causing a metallic clang as it falls out.

With the vent open, Madlad drops out of it, retracting claws digging into the edge as it swings it's feet up to dig into the ceiling. Once securely attached to the ceiling, it begins scuttling along above the chaos with it's arms bent upwards and knees inward like a certain droid from the clone wars. It's head turns all the way around to face the floor so that it can tell when it's above the target. That yellow glowing lens turns to red the moment Madlad gets into position, and the claws let go. The limbs reposition themselves to their usual configuration as the droid freefalls through the air.

The guards surrounding Al'yin would likely be caught by surprise as a slender yet obviously heavy droid lands in front of them, legs not even slightly bending from it's impact on the floor, cracks appearing in the crystalline surface under it's feet. Before any of them can react, Madlad takes action. It's long arm shoots out to grab the first man by the shoulder before he can even lift his weapon, tossing him aside like a ragdoll. The second tries to stab at the droid with an electrostaff. It catches the stab with the palm of it's hand, crushing the electrostaff's tip as it's free hand bursts forward to slap the guard holding it upside the head with that cold metal hand, causing him to instantly collapse. Now past the defensive circle Al'yin once had, that cold beskar grip boosts out to grab the old man by the shirt, lifting him up into the air. "Go on, you think I won't snap him in half?" Madlad states in that ever chilling voice, discouraging the guards from attacking it now that it's got a hostage.

Then Madlad pulls Al'yin in close, glowing red eye lighting up the feature of the old plotter's face. The droid lean's it's head slightly in Talohn's direction before speaking. "The cat says to call them all off. If you refuse, I am to break your limbs one by one until you do." Most would expect that last part to be something Madlad added for fear factor. Funnily enough, it wasn't. Not this time at least.

NPC

Leea Pandac · Sep 21, 2021

Objective: Spiremasters

Allies:

Madlad
Uncertain:

NPC

Having at least somewhat mastered her emotions, the Mirialan felt certain enough that her features would not betray her inner feelings. She turned her attention back to the meeting. Which was perhaps a mistake of sorts. In a flash, things spiralled out of control. Zlova seemingly teleported across the room, the all too familiar sound of a stun round rung through the room, and all the tension suddenly increased tenfold. Leea did not have time to even question whether this was planned or indeed normal for Mandalorian diplomacy. It certainly didn't fit her idea of how to keep the peace.

As if that hadn't complicated the matter enough, guards moved in with blinding speed. Leea would have been content to remain on the sidelines, ruefully wishing things had escalated quite so suddenly, and while she was so unarmed. However, the supposed protectors moved too aggressively, and moments later yet more people slipped into the room. This is ridiculous! Too many people might allow other assassins to escape. She noted too late the strange symbol that these newcomers bore. The relatively inexperienced traveler had not learned much of the Black Sun, ironic that for all her traversing the galaxy she had yet. It was a criminal sign, Leea knew that much. The mark of a fairly large organization and definitely more proof that at least some of these people were making deals under the table.

With all the signs of a preplanned attack, although severely lacking in the professional department, Leea surmised this had been the intention all along. Had things passed at a slower pace, the pilot may have considered that perhaps one of the members had coordinated with pirates to remove the 'competition' and in so doing solidify their sole rule. As it was, she found herself sluggish in responding to the evolving event. As the guards moved to surround Talohn, Leea began to move in some attempt to help her benefactor. Yet whatever plan may have be developing in her suddenly active mind was quashed in its infancy as she felt a iron-strong grip lock her arm. Her head whipped around to try and get sight of her assailant.

The young fighter, recalling some vestiges of her earlier training, twisted her arm and might have broken free of the enemy's grasp, had he not already shifted his hand. Twisting harshly, Pandac felt her arm bend and spin, her own strength minuscule in comparison and unable to shift the lock. The arm bar set, Leea endeavored to bring her free arm down in a rapid strike. She felt her elbow collide, hard, but what elation she felt swiftly disappeared as she recognized the painful sensation of hitting hardened armor. The blow, so potentially devastating, became little more than an ephemeral attempt at defiance. If I had a blaster, I could handle these guys. She thought, and a touch of vexation momentarily pulsed through her mind. If I had trained, I might be of more help even without a blaster. Leea's surged like a river and she felt like her mind might swamp itself in regret. Her breath caught as Talohn made his move. She could feel the power radiating from him as he fought off the guards and at the speed of thought moved to rescue her.

His dread words must have shaken the briggand, for in a moment Leea felt opportunity. The steely hand loosened slightly and the Mirialan wrenched her arm free before turning and jabbing at the being's face. Waiting barely a moment for the blow to miss or contact, Leea skirted away from her attacker for space. Continuing her movements, hoping to avoid the danger of being somehow captivated again, she flitted around her would-be kidnapper and put her back to the wall while taking a readied, wide stance. Keep steady, keep calm, keep centered. She felt some small inkling of power drip into her conscious. Knowing that more strength lie hidden within deeper emotion, and that losing her head now might escalate things, she pushed away the voices telling her to have no mercy and use her power against the fool that had tried to take her. Instead Leea prepared herself as the situation seemed to grow more chaotic. Madlad had arrived.

Alora Vizsla · Sep 21, 2021

Water? Thirsty work. Thirsty work! That woman better not try playing stupid when they were in a cantina later. Not that you should be drunk when shooting people with disruptors.

Alora looked over at the pilot as they 'ran scans.' Uh, she already did that? They should, like, go take care of the mines before they stepped on them. Coordinates? Oh, well, sure... who needed them?

And the gunner's seat? It was occupied! Alora was not sitting in someone's lap. Not to mention that look. Well don't look at me, she thought. Fortunately for Gunner Man, Alora wasn't eager to shove them aside and blast things. Not when they had a competent person doing that. Alora wanted to help and not be that useless suit of armor everyone wondered why they bothered to show up. A quick wave hopefully indicated the gunner could stay in their seat and get back to the pewpew.

"The Gambit has a full suite of sensors. Like, practically every type of sensor ever made. I lived in my ship for years so I didn't want to drift into some stellar anomaly or get ambushed by pirates." Most of the sensors weren't even online -- some were power hogs -- but when Alora entered the theater she'd turned a few extras on that might pick up concealed ordinance. "I mention I've done recon since forever? Finding hidden caches and forces. Locating secrets and weaknesses. Slicing into enemy systems. But when it comes time to shoot someone," Alora held one disruptor in her hand and turned in the air as if inspecting it, "I got these boys to remove all my problems." Maybe introduce a few too if some local law enforcement witnessed the show, and if disruptors were banned in that area.

They weren't banned on Karrak, were they? Did it matter? They'd never catch the Gambit.

POYO!

Shai Maji
BOOP!

Vren Rook |

Vulcan Krayt

Kranak Vizsla · Sep 22, 2021

The Hunt Begins

Location: Kaddak, City Slums, Large Abandoned Factory, Administrative Wing, Fifth Floor
Local Time: 12:54
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Eliminate Criminal HVT’s
Secondary Objective: Patch Up Wounds Before Continuing With the Assignment
Equipment: Loadout 2 (No Medical Backpack, Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle out of action)
Status: Injured and Under Heavy Fire
Tags: Shai Maji | Alora Vizsla | Tae'l Vizsla | Vren Rook | Tawnita Wren | Thror Cal Vorn | Thonn Rokkal | Vulcan Krayt

The downpour still raged violently on to the slums, seemingly unrelenting. Rain droplets dribbled down at the tip of the Supercommando’s Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle as he continued to wait for Daromant and Vekh to come out of the factory to check Daromant’s shipment of weapons, but neither of them came out. The punks situated all over the facility, with no noticeable change in their patrol patterns and behavior so far.

The same thing could also be said for the mercenaries guarding the shipment of weapons in the trucks. None had noticed the giant’s presence yet. A few of the sentries and mercenaries had shot a few, short glances at the administrative building he had set up inside, but none of them saw Kranak’s silhouette by one of the windows in the Administrative Wing.

Looking down the scope, the giant hovered the crosshair at the hostiles for probably the hundredth time as he continued to lay in wait. He frequently checked his heads-up display, checking Daromant’s location, also paying attention to his probe’s live-feed he was using for reconnaissance purposes. He was a patient warrior, but he was starting to think that his patience would not pay off for this mission. The arms dealer hadn’t changed his position for a little over forty minutes now. He had to be discussing future deals with the crime boss, the giant assumed. The giant had observed the transactions Daromant made with Vekh before in the past two weeks. The latter had always checked out the shipment of weapons, armor and explosives he bought off the former, until now.

It seemed like the crime boss developed mutual trust with Daromant. The giant would see that confirmed as a movement pattern caught his eye, irregular in nature. The giant moved his crosshair to the source of the movement a second later. It was one of the mercenaries reaching for the commlink earpiece he wore. His back was turned against Kranak. The mercenary listened to the comms chatter as his gaze fell on the wet ground beneath his feet, occasionally nodding.

A few moments later, his probe droid picked up a large cluster of heat signatures coming out of the facility’s loading bay, headed towards the trucks the mercenaries were guarding. The giant hovered his crosshair over the large group in response. They were Vekh’s men, about fifteen of them. There were some movements among the other mercenaries as well. Several of them made their way towards the cargo of the flatbed trucks.

The scene didn’t look like a confrontation. Both side’s demeanor was calm for the time being. The mercenaries started to offload the small and large weapons crates from the trucks slowly. Vekh’s thugs started to assist them once they reached the trucks. Seems like another successful deal for the old man. Great, now it was fully apparent he’d have to get his hands dirty. Not that he complained about it, but it would’ve been nice to realize that thirty minutes ago.

The giant let out a long sigh as he moved his crosshair over one of the many sentries he would have to take out. He had made mental notes of the order of which he would have to eliminate them in order to remain concealed until the last possible moment before inevitably going loud. With the flick of his thumb over the fire selector,the action accompanied by a tap, Kranak cycled to semi-automatic from burst fire.

His first target was perched up high on a catwalk built around the factory’s chimney stack, overlooking the massive factory’s loading bay. It had a commanding view of the factory. Great sightlines, but the sentry posted there were just looking around clueless. The giant aimed his crosshair at the man’s face, and magnified his scope to 20x. <Yup... Just as I thought.> The giant thought to himself. The Twi’lek’s pupils were dilated. His face had a blank expression to it. He was high off his shebs.

<”At least you won’t feel a thing.”> the giant murmured to himself as he reduced the magnification to 8x, then gently squeezed the trigger. The Twi’s head disappeared in a red mist as soon as the giant squeezed the trigger; a large, empty brass case chambered in 12.7x55 millimeters shot out from the battle rifle’s ejection port to the Supercommando’s right, and tinkled metallicly on the ferro-concrete floor.

He swiftly moved on to the next target in line after each eliminated target; more large brass cases jutted out of the weapon’s ejection port with each squeeze of the battle rifle’s trigger. The thugs’ numbers were starting to thin out, and none of them was the wiser for the time being, thanks to Verpine Shatter weapon technology. Rifles of such classification were masterly crafted and were whisper quiet when fired.

It didn’t take long for the giant to run out of ammunition on his magazine. The giant pressed on the mag release switch on the receiver close to the hair trigger, and reached for a fresh magazine from one of his pouches with his left hand at the same time. The empty magazine dropped on the floor with a clack. In a mere moment, the giant inserted the magazine into the mag well, pulled back the charging handle and released it, reloading the rifle.

In the meantime, however, the mercenaries realized what was going on. The last one he shot was similarly posted up high with that of the first one the giant killed. The Mirialan. Her hands went limp after her death. Slipping from her unmoving hands, she dropped her blaster to the ground loudly. A sentry below her post looked up to see what it was, only to catch a few drops of blood on his face. It took more than a few seconds for the young thug to realize what it was due to his drugged state of mind, but he was quick to notify his friends. The mercenaries' heads turned towards the young thug as he shouted a warning, but his exclamation was cut short by the giant. The thug fell on his back to the ground with a large hole on his upper chest; blood started to pool around him slowly.

The crowd by the loading bay and the convoy scurried about in panic, as a few more thugs’ lifeless bodies fell to the ground. The mercenaries were less panicked due to their experience, but none of them had managed to pinpoint the Supercommando yet. Some of the thugs had run inside the factory through the loading bay. Some took cover behind walls and crates. Some of them were still clearly visible to the giant.

With haste, the giant took out the ones that were still clearly visible to him with precise shots rapidly, but in doing so tipped off the mercenaries to his whereabouts. The mercenaries while under sniper fire from an unknown location had nothing else to do but observe until they could locate the giant. Some of the bodies fell in a way that it was apparent they were taking fire from the east. They were smarter than the thugs, and obviously not under mind altering psychoactive drugs, so they had the ability to think clearly. Something the thugs lacked dearly and paid for with their lives.

One of the thugs peeked over the hood of the vehicle he had taken shelter behind, but was quick to share the fate of the others that exposed themselves to the giant. The man fell on his back without a head. A few seconds after the lifeless body of the thug fell, a storm of blaster bolts erupted from the mercenaries taking cover behind the vehicles. Blaster bolts shot at the Administrative Wing indiscriminately. They had found the unknown shooter’s general location, but hadn’t pinpointed it yet.

The mercenaries were joined by the thugs shortly after. Blaster bolts tore chunks of ferro-concrete off the walls, leaving small to large holes on the exterior of the building. A few rounds whizzed past the giant, striking the wall behind him. The Supercommando didn’t even flinch, paying no mind to the inaccurate suppressing fire directed towards him. The mercenaries were smart, but their fire was inaccurate. Retaining his cool under fire, he continued to pick off a few mercenaries. As the firefight ensued however, the suppressive fire was focused solely at the fifth floor, the window overlooking the factory’s loading bay.

They now knew of the giant’s whereabouts. The focused fire directed at him was getting intense now. He was properly suppressed. Dust kicked off all around him as the blaster bolts struck the walls around him and the ceiling above. A few rounds found home, though. Several rounds struck the giant’s helmet and his upper chestplate, but were dissipated harmlessly thanks to his personal energy shield, protecting him from the hail of blaster bolts in exchange of some of its battery charge.

As the skirmish raged on fully, the giant heard a distinct, mechanical hum while he occasionally peeked from his cover and took potshots with his battle rifle at the mercenaries. His helmet’s built-in high definition sound sensors had detected a vehicle of some sort, isolating and increasing the volume of the hum over the sound of the firefight for the giant to hear easily.

Peeking over the window and resting the rifle over its frame as he crouched, the giant started to scan for the source of the sound. A vehicle didn’t show up on the probe’s live-feed, and there weren’t any other vehicles other than the ones that came along with the convoy. Was it coming from inside the factory? Disregarding the hostiles firing at him from the convoy for a moment, the giant casted his gaze at the loading bay entrance through his rifle’s scope. It didn’t take long for the giant to look down the barrel of a tank’s main gun. The humming was coming from its repulsor engines. A relic of a machine from an era long forgotten, somehow still functional after almost a millennia.

The Supercommando didn’t had the conventional means under his disposal to destroy the tank. He would have to get really close to the vehicle in order to deal with the crew inside, and that is after taking out the inconvenient obstacles the mercenaries and thugs posed at the giant.

Not a moment later after spotting the tank, the vehicle’s main gun roared into life, firing off a shell at Kranak’s position. The shell traveled in the air towards its target with a brightly glimmering red haze, and detonated upon impacting the wall right in front of the giant with a deafening boom.

The Ori’ramikad was thrown into the air backwards from the sheer force of the explosion, his body punched through the wall behind him. The VT Kinetic Impact Gel underneath his back plate cracked and crumbled into dust, absorbing most of the kinetic force. His energy shield was depleted from the explosion, absorbing the overpressure from the round and protecting him from his organs rupturing from the sheer force. But the same could not be said for his battle rifle. The barrel blossomed like a flower due to the explosion's over-pressure, with the rifle’s scope damaged beyond repair. His energy shield didn’t extend its protection to his weapon, after all. His Paranaor fared better thanks to its robust design, getting away with minor scratches, scrapes and bruises on the rifle. Nothing he couldn’t repair on his own.

And this was supposed to go by smoothly. Things didn’t go exactly according to plan, but no matter. He would just have to find another way around this problem, after he patched himself up.

A long, steel rebar jutted from his external oblique. It tore the flightsuit and the muscles as it punctured his flesh. The rebar poked out of the back, puncturing through cleanly, but it was stuck in his flesh. He could also feel pain on his arm by the joint, by his brachialis and bicep. A quick look revealed the pain’s source: several pieces of small to large shrapnel tore into his arm.

<”Aaah, kark.”> sweared as he sighed with frustration, the annoyed Ori’ramikad as he laid on his back on the ground for the moment. He didn’t mind the injury, but he would have to put up with greater inconveniences the tank brought with itself.

The giant slowly crawled and leaned his back against the wall behind him to try and start patching himself up. He saw movement in the live-feed with the corner of his eye as he tossed the now useless battle rifle to the side after unslinging the rifle, however. He could see multiple foot mobiles moving in on his position under cover fire by both the tank and other thugs and mercenaries remaining by the trucks. They were closing the stretch between the giant and the stationary convoy noticeably.

There was no use in fighting it now. He needed a relief force to cover him while he patched himself up before he carried on with his assignment. With his right hand, the giant grasped the pistol grip of his Paranaor Rifle and pointed it at the door to his left as he couched the butt-stock of the rifle under his right arm before he spoke into his helmet’s built-in comlink into a secure channel open to Enclave forces in the vicinity.

Close and distant blaster fire and loud explosions echoed into the commlink as the giant spoke calmly, swallowing his pride. He wasn’t fond of asking for help, but he knew he needed it right now. <”Mayday, mayday. Anyone copy? This is A’den three-four, I am under heavy fire. Repeat-”> There was a brief pause as the giant’s Paranaor unleashed a loud, three round burst into the thug’s chest that just kicked open the door to his left. They were in the building! <”I’m pinned down by at least two dozen men, supported by a tank at the large factory in the slums. Requesting back-up immediately. Over.”> Kranak sounded more annoyed and frustrated than panicked.

The Ori’ramikad dispatched two more foolish enough to peek into the room he was pinned at. The tank continued to shell the building despite the presence of their forces, as expected from a drugged crew. The building shook violently with each detonating shell. Were they trying to bring down the structure? He didn’t want to find out, hoping relief would come soon.

Jhira Mereel · Sep 22, 2021

LOCATION: Kaddak
Equipment: Cybernetics | Jet Pack | Beskar’gam | Weapon load out | The Echoy’la Sun
Allies: [ @Ket Cross ] [

Faison Kelborn ] [

Obran ]
Engaged with: NPC the Quarren Goddamoku Boogaloo and his forces. (Lvl 60)

Jhira’s squad-mate [ @Obram ] caught up with her, shielding verd’ika and civilians alike from the hidden killers in their midst. Mythosaur bone, terentatek, beskar. A traditionalist, then, she deduced. The heavy repeater whirred and whined, and then he snapped into place with flawless precision.

One raised in the Clans, then. They moved as if they’d trained together since birth, the shared heritage and courage of their culture a language between them. Together they took out the back-up for the sniper, shielding their young ones and teaching as Mandalorians so often did - by example.

Through true risk, and honest courage. He was a shadow at her back; she did not even know his name, until her HUD told her.

But then she didn’t need to; she knew his heart.

Vode an. Brothers all.

A low voiced hum reached her, though she didn’t recognize the battle-hymn or drinking song he gave life too. A smile quirked her lips, as she flattened against a building, as hand sign warning her vod of the move in flawless rhythm with his own deadly fire.

Slipping out of cover with deadly, unnatural grace she leapt into the air, a spinning to sight her wrist rockets upon a black-clad goon aiming an M-7 Rocket at the assault craft they’d just loaded. Warnings screamed as someone charged her, she was committed to both her spin and the long-distance shot. Her back crawled with tension, anticipating a blow that never came.

A scream and gurgle, a crimson tide of blood spattering her armor.

…her rocket impacted, antipersonnel rounds exploded in shrapnel and death upon a far rooftop …

A waving spear stood in the guts of a giant man with a vibro-blade. A single shot from Obran vaporized the man’s head a half-breath later. He retrieved his spear, cleaning it on the body. Oh yeah; a traditionalist. Jhira clasped his shoulder in approval and appreciation.

“Oya, Vod. Let’s hunt!”

An explosion rocked the air, as if in answer to her cry, as [ @Ket Cross ] incinerated the communications array.

If he had but known it, [

Faison Kelborn ] might have sworn and cursed at how Enclave intelligence assets had provided maps, pathways, pass codes and overrides to their official team. Jhira shared all of her data with both Ket and Obran, the three Mandalorians working to converge upon the command hub their prey huddled in.

No matter how badly it stank once they slid into the sewers. With a shudder, Jhira sealed her armor, going to internal air. But her gaze drifted over the expanse of chest Obran revealed. Oh yeah … traditionalist.

She did not think his armor sealed.

“Need a re-breather, vod?” A touch of amusement danced in her soft question, for with some Mandalorians enduring such stench without aid would be a test of endurance they relished. What would he choose?

A whisper of sound; a vibration that reached her through her magnetic boots. Blaster fire, not far ahead. Crouched, she advanced carefully, trying to decipher the origin and nature.

COM to All: ⌁ Ket, are you down here with us? I’m getting no readings on y HUD but I hear blaster fire. ⌁

An open doorway greeted her, and a stair case leading up. She froze, finger light upon the trigger whilst she tried to make out the shadowy figure climbing those stairs. A breath from firing, the shadowy, stealthy steel-grey Beskar’gam shimmered into view. A smoking blaster pistol add its acrid scent to the stench of bodies on the floor, the combination slipping past the over-worked filters.

“Haran, vod; I damn near shot you. Didn’t know the were sending two teams.” Relief and distress colored her voice; her sensors hadn’t noticed him, her HUD hadn’t identified him. She’d been a hairsbreadth from killing him, whoever he was, and it shook her more than all the chaos they’d been through thus far.

Obran · Sep 22, 2021

LOCATION: Kaddak
Equipment: Spear. Armor. Pew-Pew.
Allies: [ @Ket Cross ] [

Faison Kelborn ] [

Jhira Mereel ]
Engaged: NPC the Quarren Goddamoku Boogaloo and his forces. (Lvl 60)

The bard smiled, though the gesture was hidden behind his helmet. His armor was antique, true. But it wasn't a test he relished in the stench. He relished the smells for the tang of blood-copper and ozone of the blaster. With a smile he spin and clacked the butt of his spear on the ground, skipping to hurl the deadly point and pin down another through various guts and organs. His repeater hung smoking, cooling, and a heavy pistol barked in time with the agile, dance like steps as he clipped a patrol dropping in behind them and left three smoking corpses, the last a slit throat from his dagger.

Rising from the grime, he tipped an invisible hat to the newcomer as the harsh-tin of his modulated voice sounded out.

"None needed... Keeps my senses sharp..."

Humming, he shifted through corpses, looking for intel, credits, any code cylinders. A sparse sundry went into a hip pouch and he explained.

"Never know when a spare code cylinder or ident chip will help ahead, eh vode?"

Now he looked at Jhira, bowing his head more respectfully to indicate he awaited the exchange between her and the newcomer.

Faison Kelborn · Sep 22, 2021

OBJECTIVE: Gaddamoku Bookaloo

TAG: 

Jhira Mereel

Obran

Ket Cros

Not but a moment after walking through the door and up the staircase, Faison's auditory sensors picked up a scuff of feet rushing behind him. He quickly turned about, blaster pistol in hand just at the exact moment that Jhira rounded the corner, her blaster pointed at him. If not for their plainly recognizable garb, they would have both shot each other dead, Faison would wager. His finger was dangerously close to the point of no return on his trigger, but when he heard the voice of the vode in front of him, his finger lightly extricated itself and set to the side of the weapon. In another life, Faison would have pulled the trigger; not out of malice or a thrill for the act, but out of necessity. He really didn't want anyone to know he was here. But, he wasn't the same person anymore. At least, that's what he told himself as he mentally debated himself. Thankfully, she posited a thought that he may not have thought of himself.'Another squad...?'

"Neither did I."He said rather curtly, offering a slow nod to both individuals opposite of him. A moment passed between them before Faison merely turned back the direction he was heading, and proceeded up the stairs as slowly and methodically as he was before. A smart enemy would be waiting near the top of the stairs, given both he and the pair that just arrived weren't exactly having a quiet conversation. He activated his thermal imaging, and sure enough saw someone scurrying around the room to take cover. Given the contact wasn't in a parepared position yet, Faison wasted little time pressing his depreciating advantage. He kicked the door in and immediately let loose a trio of shots at the scurrying thug. One bolt went wide, completely destroying a clay pot on a table in the corner. The second shot clipped the thug - a gruff looking Zabrrki - in the left shoulder. The third shot caught him in the ass, which caused him to fall down to the ground for a split second. Faison took a few steps into the room and shot two more times, both following shots being far more accurate - ending the life of the Zabraki before he knew what hit him. 

Hardly a moment passed before the second shot loosed than when a second thug rushed Faison from his blindspot, blitz-ball tackling him up and down onto the floor on the right side of the door. Faison wrapped his legs around him as his back pounded against the floor, and when the thug raised up to try and lash out with his sword, Faison's gauntlet immediately lashed out - one of his retractable daggers shooting out and into the thug's neck. Blood sprayed out from the arterial wound, splashing his visor and armor. He let the body slump off to the side, thereafter slowly rising to his feet presumably at the same approximate moment that Jhira and Obran came into view. He turned and saw a convenient kerchief laying on the floor, which he reached down to grab, then brought up to his face to wipe off the blood from his visor. He then picked up his blaster, and checked the power cell as he thought about the best way to go about this. His thermal vision scanned the interior, and thankfully not much had changed since he was last here. From what he could tell, he was currently standing in the rear storage closet of the building. It was just then that he realized a loud, consistent thudding deeper in the club. It took a moment to realize that it was the club's music, which meant that they probably had a moment before anyone realized what just happened in here. 

He let out a sigh, and finally decided it was best not to try and be the 'strong silent type' in this situation. He met Jhira's "gaze" and finally said:"I suppose it would make sense to work together, since we're here."He paused, trying to appraise their body language before he concluded:"Faison, of Clan Kelborn."Now that he was in a relatively brighter level of lighting, the pair would probably see his clan crest emblazoned on his left shoulder pauldron. He remained silent, glancing around at their surroundings as he awaited for them to make their introductions.

NPC · Sep 23, 2021

The Spiremasters

LOCATION: Kaddak , the Sliver
Objective: Spiremasters
Equipment: From CS
Engaged: [

Romul Saxon ] [

Zlova Rue ] [

Talohn Atar ] [

Leea Pandac ]
Acting NPCs:

[ Spiremaster Al’yin of House Lonar, Male Human ]
[ Spiremaster Odasha Bassam, Female Togruta ]
[ Knife Wielding Maniac, Aide Chortun, Male Twi’lek ]

Spiremaster Odasaha trembled; while not a coward, she was also not a warrior. Violence was foreign to her, for she was not amongst the criminal elements who had fought their way into this high council. The Togruta elder had never learned to do more than restrain herself from brawling with her brothers, or deliver a scathing scold.

In mere seconds, her life had been threaten, saved, mocked …. Changed forever.

[

Zlova Rue ]’s hands thrust the crystal blade into her stomach, and reflexively the Councilor gripped it.

Raised it.

She’d heard, all of her life, about the insane, cruel-seeming tradition of Mandalorians teaching in the midst of combat.

And now she lived it.

Raised that crystal blade to deflect a wild blow sent her way when the Mandalorian Twi’lek assaulted the assassins. Slender wrist bruised, her arms trembling with terror and pain at the sock. But a strange, terrifying fire lit within her soul.

I am not helpless.

The crazed, horned assailant went flying into his partner as the round-house kick from Zlova hit home; the larger villain took follow up the hit upon his jaw, and both crumpled to the ground.

Across the way, the young translator Mia hollered back, limbs small pistons that struck at any available surface without discretion or aim until Zlova’s words reached “They won’t shab hold still… Osi’kovid have tiny pin-heads!” A truly gross gusher of blood erupted as a shapely, fashionable steel-toed boot shattered a nose.

“Haran! Grosssss! I hate this!” Two bad guys were torn away from the Worlds Worst Mando, either from nausea or her Sister-Sith’s magic. Furious, the small Tech slammed into her pouch and pulled out a shebla grenade.

The calm, placid seeming [

Talohn Atar ], who had been addressing the chamber moved with unnatural speed, men flung away from him as he charged the quiet [

Leea Pandac ], hiding in back. The men upon her around her fell away like water, seeking flight. The shear, terrifying menace of the man shocking the one with the armlock into a fatal immobility.

And Leea’s fierce, determined effort had still managed to cost the mercenary some of his air; the swift wrench tore her free from his grip and was followed by a smashing blow across the face. Her canny silence and the eldritch threat surrounding her was too much; he fled with his squad.

Yet Talhon’s threat and furious display had done more than shake the man who had set upon Leea. He spoke with enough promise violence that the bad guys shied away from Mia as well, her howl of triumph making clear she thought it was her own ferocious kick that had done so.

Spinning, the young Mando tossed her Stun Grenade down the corridor after them … clearly having been more than willing to endure its effects herself rather than suffer either of the verd’ika to be taken.

The vast, bell-like tone of a metal grate slamming into the crystalline floor of the council chamber was over shadowed only by the violently aggressive assassin droid dropping right behind all of the guards who were defending their master, Al’yin. Shattered crystal spidered away from the points of impact even as steal arms pinned the devious Councilor in place.

This time, the terror was real.

The guards froze; the chaos amongst the counselors also stilled, a ripple of quiet as MadLad roared, “Go on, you think I won’t snap him in half?”

“Now that is how you take a hostage!” Mia exclaimed, delighted.

Ay’lin would sacrifice much for his pride and ambition.

His personal well-being wasn’t amongst those things. Lifting a hands in surrender, he gave a dignified, almost regal, “Stand down.”

Shai Maji · Sep 24, 2021

Objective: 2
Equipment: In bio | 1x Mandalorian Assault Walker
Tags:

Vren Rook

Alora Vizsla |

Vulcan Krayt
Theme: Steel Commanders

The walker's gunner sighted in the hidden mines and let loose with the laser cannon, leaving a massive crater in the middle of the road before the walker leapt over it. In the walker, Shai stared at Alora for a moment as blaster bolts harmlessly got absorbed by the deflector shield. "Okay, you're with me from now on, I'm gonna use those scanners wherever." She quipped before her attention turned back to the mission at hand.

They were making steady progress through the streets towards the center of the city. Frankly, Shai and her crew were getting bored with the lack of excitement. She even contemplated just abandoning the walker to get right into the thick of it. However some news over the comms drew everyone's attention in the vehicle. "You hear that?" She called out to the rest of the group. "Get to that factory, now! Finally some good karking usage of resources!" The crew kicked into high gear as the walker marched forward at top speed towards the factory. "Get me a lock on the location of that tank and the troops around it. We might need some boots underneath, so if you wanna use those hand cannons, your chance is coming up quick." She spoke to Alora as she reached over and took a biscuit from a ration pack. The distaste was evident on her face as she chewed the crunchy biscuit. "This stuff tastes like dog biscuits." She grumbled as she tossed it out of the commander's hatch.

Soon they arrived at the closed factory and the walker opened fire on a wall, blowing it apart and making a conveniently large doorway for them. "Knock knock!" Shai shouted as she fired the repeater at some of the enemies on the ground. The walker immediately fired at the tank, but the particle shots didn't seem to do much. "Oh kriff..." She muttered as the tank trained its turret over to aim at them. The shot rang and the shield burst, the round luckily dissipating but the shot was enough to make the walker stumble back. "Laser cannons, now!" She barked as she held onto the open cupola, studying their opponent. The Walker fired and the tank shuddered, but it wasn't out yet. Despite smoking, it retreated back into cover for the moment.

"Forward, take care of those marks." She ordered and the rotary cannon buzzed away, hopefully giving Kranak some time to get away and back to them.

Alora Vizsla · Sep 24, 2021

"Cool. That's why I bought them. I'm one of those 'weird' Mandalorians that know cybernetics and don't mind doing the 'boring' recon work. So, I can totally find the people you can shoot." Well, Alora could shoot too. Just sometimes there were too many people, so that's when you needed someone like Shai and her band of troublemakers to help clean up the streets. Or something. Honestly, getting paid to find a secret base was far more rewarding than getting paid to blow it up. Like, it required less work (but not less time, necessarily), which mean she could spend more time tweaking her cyber-stuff.

Like, the looks on these guys -- and gals -- faces totally said they were bored. Now if they'd just had Alora do a proper sweep before this whole 'walk in and secure the area' thing started maybe they would have known where to walk in so the party would start sooner! Well, maybe a lesson learned for next time, right? Because some comm chatter came in that caught their attention to solve the immediate problem.

Did he say tank?

He said tank.

Oh, good. Wait, bad. Something. What kind of tank?

AAT-1.

Wh--what?! An AAT-1? One?! Someone rebuilt one and were using it? Like, that belonged in a museum or putting on shows during a festival. Now it was going to get blown up! That was so sad.

Alora turned her head to stare at Shai as the woman retrieved a biscuit and mentioned hand cannons. Then the Wardog slipped back up with a disgusted look on her face because of the ration's taste. "You know what dog biscuits taste like?" she asked now in particular. Sadly, the sample had been ceremoniously discarded out the nearest hatch so a full analysis to the horrific nutritional makeup couldn't be performed.

Sounded like they arrived, but things weren't quite going to plan. The grumble and being shaken about inside the Walker were strong indicators at the time.

Alora grabbed hold and lifted herself up after being tossed about. "Okay, okay, Overwatch coming through." Might take a little wiggling and shifting for her to escape Shai's walker, but the Full Metal Mandalorian managed to crawl up onto the top of the metal gear.

At last her visor was pointed in the tank's direction to get a proper look at it.

"I'm totally going to regret this," Alora sighed as she drew both disruptors. "And I'm haunting you if they get me," she called out to Shai before Alora's jetpack ignited and she sailed off to the left of the Walker. The unique, deep plunk of disruptor fire followed suit as the yellow-green bolts raised down on the tank; Alora's target being the secondary weapons meant to mow down approaching -- or escaping -- infantry units.

POYO!

Shai Maji |

Kranak Vizsla
BOOP!

Vren Rook |