Campaign The Reclamation War: Shotgun Allegiance | Mandalorian Enclave

[Domina Prime]

D O M I N A ◈ P R I M E
P A G E C L A I M

A Deal With The Devil. Is A Deal With Me
That Deal Is Forever. As Long As You Breathe~​

Allies: M A N D A L O R I A N S
Squad: The Beskar Baddies | Yael Kandar Mevia Vizsla | Reggie Rau | Shakka Bralor
Opposition: Jedi | Rodians | Vytal Noctura



Gods the noise. There was always so much noise!

It was like thunder in the xenos skull, rumbling and clashing violently as the interior of their vessel experienced heavy turbulence from the entering of the fray. The thundering of drums that brought with them devastation and destruction as the cheers and roars of her fellow Mandalorians built to a crescendo as they neared their final destination.

A thirst for blood overtook them, driving them boldly and bravely into the jaws of uncertainty.

Manda Doctrine was in full effect now.

Hunter or prey...live or die on this day~

Live...or die...on this day.

She remained silent most the trip, scratching her clawed finger against the ships walls and etching into them childish images of herself. And much like the drawings of cavemen what she had scratched into the steel wall was her way of quietly describing her life in this moment. Many figures, stick-like in their shape, four individuals were cleanly etched with her sharpened, azure claw.

Each of them represented someone. One figure, was Mevia Vizsla , her sisters daughter...her niece. The other? Yael Kandar ; Their leader on this operation. And the fourth? A woman Dima did not know, but included her anyway in the artistic image of their 'unit'. Reggie Rau.

With the investment in her doodling the sudden dropping of her comrades had barely even registered in her mind as she stared at the strange petroglyphs she had etched into the wall, running her hand gently across its surface as those five eyes drifted between each of the figures drawn.

"Dima is such an artist~" She would warmly gasp reassuringly to herself, tilting her head curiously with a feral chitter of her many teeth before tapping her claw against the image before turning her head around to realize...that in distracting herself during the trip to escape the anxiety often stirred in her stomach had tried to make something lovely for her new shieldsisters~

But apparently everyone she had spent time drawing had already deployed to the scorched surface down below.

"burc'ya?" She asked in their native tongue, looking out the ship down to see them flying down with their jetpack devices~

"W-wait! Why can't we just land first!? Don't leave Dima!" She called out as they got further and further away. Rattling her tail in frustration from her inability to fly like the rest of them.

The transport carried her ahead slightly, waiting to time her jump as the ship neared a building. Proceeding to then leap from the ship and extend her four arms to dig into the steel foundations of a nearing structure. Digging her claws in deep and letting her weight drag her down towards the surface. The heat generated from the friction of her sliding down the side of a building with her claws shredding through glass steel and electrical wires until slowing her decent to a halt. Peeling her claws from the building and glaring downward with her helmets systems identifying her units positions as they proceeded to engage the enemy.

She established communication with Squad Leader Yael Kandar .

"Awaiting. Further. Instruction~" She would inform, probably one of the very few times she had actually done so as the xeno settled herself on a perch of sorts along the side of the building. Merely observing for a moment how the unit moved and where exactly they were going before committing herself to any violence. She was after all unarmed in the sense of firearms so it was not as if she could cover them well without losing herself to a fury of blood, guts, carnage and delight.

Her tail rattled at the thought, squinting slightly and taking in the enemy forces of Rodia.

Not particularly what she expected upon arrival. The claim of godlings being present had lured the creature from her cat-like lounging about Kestri just itching for the next act of violence she could inflict upon her enemies. Although her violence was personal...intimate. Her enemies would not fall at the end of a gun, they would fall by the end of a blade or by her teeth if need be as was dictated by her nature. Besides, its not like she could ever land a shot anyway~

The Domina examined her claws ever so briefly, ensuring their sharpness and length were properly manicured and primed to commit infliction of a savage nature. "You point sisters. And Dima will cut rip tear and shred...Until. it. is. done~" She informed the squadron, bracing for further orders and greater opposition beyond mere fetch forces to arrive to the field of blades. "And Dima will umm...try to behave. As is the way yes?"

Domina finished, cutting her comm to await fresh, clearer and more direct orders on how to proceed with the operation. If the young Daughters of Manda were to stand out among their peers and establish themselves as capable Champions of Manda then they would to be nothing less than bold, daring, clever and halfway mad.

Luckily, The Mandalorians fellow sisters had an overwhelming amount of the formers. While Dima herself carried a majority of the latter.

Now merely to execute her share of destructive madness in some mildly efficient way~

"Just point the way Ha'rangir. And this one will always follow~"

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[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

ARMOR: Besk'gathr Mk II
WEAPONS: M.I. Augmented Beskad | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | "O'dteyase" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
ITEMS: Gas Canisters (12) | Slugs (100) | Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag) | RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag) | RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag) | RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)| AXC (10)

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FIVE YEARS AGO​

Sahan climbed to his feet and rubbed his side where the electrorod had stung him. He was already slightly annoyed at not being able to use a jetpack. He was using a set of training armor that didn't have one, plus he had to learn to not rely on one style alone. He tried to brush off his annoyance with a little humor. "I guess I'd be missing some ribs if that were a real lightsaber."

Okay, time to focus. This time, he ducked and rolled away from the attack, instead of trying to take it head on. He drew the training blaster pistol in a quick motion... only to lose grip and have it going flying out his hand. As the droid was readying another attack, the pistol hit the floor and discharged, hitting the droid in the back of the head, which left the thing momentarily stunned. Honestly, Sahan was stunned too. He shrugged, looking at his buir. "I guess luck is a relative factor in combat as well."

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PRESENT DAY​

"Elek, Buir!" Sahan's adoptive father was a veteran in dealing with Jedi and Force Users in general. It suited Sahan to let Siv take charge anyway. He really did not have anything nice to say to them, so it would probably be best for him to hold his tongue even without the order.

Sahan grabbed the binders. He opened the prisoner's cell and placed the binders on her, her hands behind her back. She was still under the effects of a dose of AXC, but there was no telling how long it would last, or even how strong the effects were. "Come on, let's get this done."

The Jedi landed, and Siv gave his demands. One of the Jedi, a particularly wild-eyed Wookiee, started making some noise. Sahan's HUD translated his words. Sahan held back a laugh at the irony of the barbarian's words. Leave it to an arrogant Jedi to spout hypocrisy. Sahan wasn't surprised at all; he had heard the stories about how Jedi simply could not be trusted. He kept a tight grip on the padawan prisoner's arm, partly to keep her from falling over and partly to keep her from trying to run. Considering the attitudes and the actions the Jedi displayed, there was likely to be a fight. He kept himself on high alert, watching and waiting.

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TAGS: Siv Dragr
Valery Noble Lily Decoria Elias Edo Amani Serys Jonyna Si Silas Westgard Briana Sal-Soren Irvelghrikk​

 

[Valery Noble]

Rodia

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Tag: Amani Serys Silas Westgard Elias Edo Jonyna Si Briana Sal-Soren Irvelghrikk Siv Dragr Sahan Dragr Lily Decoria

When Siv presented his terms, Valery went quiet with narrowed eyes for a moment, while all sound around her faded into the background. She couldn't allow herself to be captured today — Never again would she make Kahlil Noble and her kids go through that hell if she could help it. But after everything she had done to help the Enclave during the war, it also just felt insulting to see him standing there, dangling a pair of cuffs.

"We did not order or authorize any mission targeting the Mandalorians," Valery began, her eyes only briefly turning towards Lily before they settled back on Siv. "I always thought Mandalorians cared about honor and respect too, yet here you are demanding the captivity of someone who has stood with your people to defend their homes many times. Back on Rothana, and when your own people couldn't handle the outbreak of that plague alone." Her gaze traveled around now, taking in the environment, knowing that others were out there starting a war.

"Now you target innocent people, and for what? All I've heard is rants of self-pity over what this Galaxy has done to you, but you're not the only ones who have suffered, and what you're doing now is hardly any better than what the Sith did to you." Valery's hand rested close to the Beskar lightsaber on her belt, already expecting that it was going to be drawn sooner, rather than later. "I will not be coming with you. You'll be giving us back the Padawan, and you'll all stop this before it's too late."

Mandalorians only understood and respected a strong stance, and Valery offered no room for negotiations. If all they wanted was war with no way around it, then she'd be ready to stop them before they could grow and become a pest like the Maw.

"Last chance."

 

[Reggie Rau]

STORM
EQUATOR CITY | RODIA
ALLIES: Yael Kandar | Mevia Vizsla | Domina Prime | ENCLAVE
ENGAGING: Silas Westgard (Soonᵀᴹ)
GEAR: In Bio

BAD ROMANCE​

The Enclave.

Not exactly known for its ruthless retribution of nations. But here they were, telling the Galaxy what happens when you refuse the Mando'ade. Still not completely ruthless but it was definitely not a peaceful negotiation either. A step in the right direction for one that stems from a decimated clan that still managed to survive and fight after Hammerfall.

Reggie had come to Kestri out of curiosity and because there wasn't really anywhere else for her to go. She had mostly kept to herself in the short time she had been on the planet before she got wind of the mobilisation against Rodia. Naturally, she made sure she was in on it.

And that's where she found herself now.

With a group of interesting fellow Mando'ade, on ship, ready to drop and rain Haran down on Rodia.

<We are dropping in 2, final check.>

"Finally." Reggie said as she did another once-over on her weapons. Not that she had to - it was just habit. One thing the young woman hoped for with this hit on the Rodians was that it would draw out the space wizards. Ever since Thyrsus, her beskad not only thirsted after Sith blood, but Jedi's as well.

This was only the start of it all.

She would bring glory to the name Rau once more.

They dropped down, jetpacks speeding them toward where the fighting was thickest. Reggie rained golden bolts down on the Rodian Planetary Guard.
<Haran sends its regards, shabuirs!> she hollered at the planetary defenders as she peppered them with particle rounds from her rifle.

Eventually, their strange-looking sister Domina Prime joined them once more on the ground as they advanced their attack, ready and able. Odd-looking as she was, she seemed much more capable than a lot of their kin within the Enclave. Even while she was trying to blend in and follow a lead, her capability shone through to the keen eyes of Regina. It was good to know that someone like that had her back when things would take a sudden turn on a battlefield such as this.

Reggie looked at her two other sisters Yael Kandar and Mevia Vizsla . She already knew just by looking at her, that Dima would be ready for anything.

<No quarter, yes?>

 

[Amani Serys]

Rodia
Jedi: Valery Noble - Elias Edo - Silas Westgard - Irvelghrikk - Jonyna Si - Briana Sal-Soren - Lily Decoria
Mandalorians: Siv Dragr - Sahan Dragr
Potential Prescheduled Beef with: Yael Kandar​

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"...they can be better. They chose to be this way. They can make a better choice."

“Anyone can choose to be better.” Amani pointed out, “But refuse enough times… and you run out of chances.” If the Enclave refused to listen to reason here today, they could not in good conscience continue to give Mandalorians the benefit of the doubt. They had squandered it too many times throughout history as is.

If a culture denies every opportunity to grow past their tribalist, militant roots... then what existence is it permitted to have in a civilized galaxy at all?

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"And we're here for answers,"

"Tell that to the Rodians," Amani spoke back. A few of the other Jedi made their thoughts quite clear. After everything that had happened, they were out of patience. Amani almost had to hide a derisive scoff when the Mandalorians had the gall to ask for something as ridiculous as the Sword of the Jedi in exchange. Presuming and declaring the Jedi cowards for something they did not authorize. As if they had any moral high ground after all the terrible claims against them.

“Use an ounce of foresight,” Amani pleaded tiredly, “This conquest will lead to nothing more than chaos. There is no glory. No righteous cause. If you truly hold your honor in high esteem, you would renounce this pointless, innocent bloodshed before it’s too late.” For the Mandalorians to be what they proclaimed to be. That would be a welcome sight. Without that, they were nothing more than shortsighted warmongers.

Amani made one final prayer to the Force that they see the truth. But she remained steady. Firm.

Last chance.

 

[Siv Dragr]

K A R J R
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Allies: Sahan Dragr | Reggie Rau | MANDOS
Enemies: Valery Noble | Lily Decoria | Amani Serys | Silas Westgard | Elias Edo | Jonyna Si | Briana Sal-Soren | Irvelghrikk

FIVE YEARS PRIOR​

"If that were a real lightsaber, you would've been dead," Siv solemnly corrected his son. "There is little room for error. Your opponent will not forgive your mistakes; they will punish you for them." He'd learned those lessons all too well, he thought as he continued to pace and observe his son. Sahan took his father's advice to heart, maintaining his distance and drawing his blaster pistol -- only for him to lose his grip, which sent the pistol flying away from his fingers. Miraculously, upon landing on the ground the pistol discharged and hit the training droid, its protocols forcing it to immobilize.

Siv sighed.

Sahan shrugged, a little more optimistic than his buir. Siv tried to compose himself and focus on the positives of the exercise. "Luck is a factor, but not one you can -- or should -- rely on," he cautioned Sahan. "Remember: your instincts and your armor." He pressed a button on his vambrace. Behind him, three more training droids emerged from the darkness. He took a step behind them as they began to advance, slowly encircling Sahan. The original training droid reactivated, joining its comrades in preparing to strike. "Your blaster would be helpful, too," Siv commented rather nonchalantly as they all lept to strike.

PRESENT DAY​

Before Valery Noble could respond, the Wookiee Jedi spoke first. Siv's HUD translated the Wookiees snarls, grunts, and roars into Mando'a text. Siv raised his eyes at the self-righteous proclamations and threats but said nothing. The Wookiee could not intimidate him or injure his pride. He was here on business terms only.

"Your service to the Mando'ade is noted, Master Jedi," Siv replied gruffly, the title he granted Valery inflected with sarcasm. "But how many more of my brothers and sisters died fighting on your worlds? Thousands alone found their graves on Tython. So, forgive me," Siv said slowly and with venom in his voice, "if I don't seem all that grateful. You aren't in the Core anymore. They may worship you as keepers of peace back on Coruscant, but out here on the rim, I've seen no Jedi. I've spent half my life warring with criminal cartels, smuggling gangs, and slavers, but not once," he jabbed a finger at Valery accusatorily, "did seen a high-and-mighty Jedi deign to venture out to the rim and fight for the innocents they claim to love."

"Now you target innocent people, and for what? All I've heard is rants of self-pity over what this Galaxy has done to you, but you're not the only ones who have suffered, and what you're doing now is hardly any better than what the Sith did to you."

“Use an ounce of foresight,” Amani pleaded tiredly, “This conquest will lead to nothing more than chaos. There is no glory. No righteous cause. If you truly hold your honor in high esteem, you would renounce this pointless, innocent bloodshed before it’s too late.”

Spare us your preaching, he thought with contempt and a roll of his eyes under his helmet as a second Jedi chimed in with Valery. "Rodia," he replied, his words emphasized deliberately, "was given a choice. When given the choice between our protection or death, they chose the latter. That's much more than Mandalore was offered, but we did not ask for pity. We rose from the ashes, and now the galaxy is remembering that we are a people to be feared, not comforted."

He surveyed the group of Jedi. "Or else they wouldn't have sent seven Jedi to retrieve one Padawan."

"Last chance."

Siv unbuckled the strap of his holster, affording him quick access to his blaster pistol. He wanted to laugh at the audacity of the Jedi to make threats here, now, but his face remained grim and tightly-drawn. "This Padawan was captured and engaged in espionage against the Mandalorian Enclave. Normally the punishment for such an action is much more severe than what she has received, but for old times sake we stayed our hand. Perhaps we were wrong not to deal out what our justice demands." He eyed Valery's hand drifting to her lightsaber. "Sahan, take the prisoner back to the ship," he announced loudly to his son.

He took a step forward to the group of Jedi. "Don't think for a second I wouldn't take you all here, all now," he hissed in a low tone at Valery. His hand moved to rest on the top of his holstered pistol. He addressed the group of Jedi at large in a louder, callous tone. "The jurisdiction of the Jedi Order ended once you passed out of the Core. You're in the territory of the Mandalorian Enclave, and unless you want a war on your hands, I'd suggest you leave."

 

[Lily Decoria]

Tags: Siv Dragr | Sahan Dragr | Valery Noble | Briana Sal-Soren | Amani Serys | Elias Edo | Silas Westgard | Irvelghrikk | Jonyna Si

She had been drugged. When? She couldn't be certain and it was something that was attempting to inhibit her Force abilities. The sensation was something she hated and realised how far she had come in accepting the Force and passively using it. She needed the drugs to wear off quickly since she was not in a good position and it seemed that the Mandalorians were not going to work with the Jedi to resolve this peacefully. Which made this especially frustrating for Lily, it was coming from a misunderstanding, she hadn't been actively attempting to commit espionage and assumed the base was abandoned.

When the deal had been rejected, something that Lily was thankful for, since it was bullshit in her mind and she would have refused Master Noble sacrifice herself for Lily. However, it meant that the Mandalorians were attempting to take Lily back to the ship now. Which she was not going to let happen, at least not without a fight.

She was still Echani, the Force wasn't needed for her to fight.

As soon as Sahan attempted to grab Lily to escort back, she would grit her teeth and drive her knee hard between his legs. Looking to crush his crotch. She wasn't going to play honourable or fair in the fight. These Mandalorians had no right to seek that out. They were merely pirates in fancy armour and not the warrior kind they claimed to be. The stun cuffs were still on so she wasn't free but she was determined to fight this Mandalorian with everything she had to be prevented from being put on the ship. So she attempted to shoulder barge Sahan out of her way after the knee attack, to sprint as fast as her tired body could go to the Jedi.

Her adrenaline was kicking back in to help her muster strength that had been sapped beforehand from the minimalist treatment from the Mandalorians.

 

[Yael Kandar]

OUTFIT: x
ALLIES: Domina Prime | Mevia Vizsla | Reggie Rau | Sahan Dragr | Siv Dragr | MANDALORIAN ENCLAVE
ENEMIES: Amani Serys | Briana Sal-Soren | Elias Edo | Irvelghrikk | Jonyna Si | Lily Decoria | Silas Westgard | Valery Noble
GEARS:

Spoiler

Yael Kandar's Beskar'gam
M.I. Exoskeleton
M.I. 'Halo' Jump Boots
M.I. Model 6M Hybrid Pistol
ENCL-JR5 Striking Falcon Jetpack
KSTR-20 Borealis Heavy Blaster Pistol
KANDAR Model 8 Ultrasonic Pistol
KANDAR Model 16 Ultrasonic Rifle
KANDAR Gauntlet-Beskad
Breshig War Forge Consolidated NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher (Right Arm)
Breshig War Forge Consolidated TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector (Left Arm)

EQUATOR CITY, RODIA, SAVAREEN SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
900 ABY

<No quarter, yes?>

<Give 'em all you got, Rau.>​

I directed Dima towards the incoming Rodian battalion. She is indeed a fascinating war machine, plowing and mowing through dozens of Rodian in one pounce. The perfect storm of our great Enclave. Making the most of the situation, I flew off the ground, soaring over with my jetpack, blasting the belligerent oppositions with nano-missiles and particle blasts. I might not be a bullet-sponge like Dima, yet the Rodian seems to have no answer to the 'air-support' I am providing. On the other side, Mevia and Reggie engaging in a quite similar fashion.

"This is Siv Dragr," he said quietly into the comms. "I'm at the rendezvous with the Jedi, and will probably need some backup if things turn south."

Just as I made my second-round turn, I received a comm from Siv Dragr, the Karjr who is leading the envoy party. It has something to do with the captured spy, as far as I know. Of course the parley is going south, it's the Jedi they are dealing with. Those slimy, no-good-for witches. What were they thinking, coming down there without any support? This shouldn't be a problem if they got a squad of Si'kayha behind them. The squad I'm leading is the best shot they got in this situation.

<Yael Kandar, coming in. The envoy party was ambushed and has requested backups. Leave the frontline immediately and follow my lead! I'll leave my tracker on for Prime, over.>​

We'll have to get Dima a personal transport the next time we're going back to Kestri, but this has to do for now. The rendezvous point isn't that far-away, reachable both by feet or sky. I signaled Mevia and Reggie to follow me as I activated my jetpack and flew full-throttle to our destination. I decided to mention that they were ambushed to fire up the girls. Fighting Jedi is not easy, I need to make sure that everyone is on their a-game.

<These are the Jedi we're going to engage. Be extra careful, use everything at your disposal. It's their life or ours'.>​

As we arrive at the premise, it is clear how the Dragr are simply outnumbered. It's just the Siv, the elder Dragr, and the young hunk besides him, probably his son. On the other side, seven Jedi, including the Sword of the Jedi. This is not going to be an easy fight. Even with me, Mevia, Reggie, and Dima, it's still 6 vs. 7, and that's not counting the spy, if they managed to rescue her early on in the combat. And that's pretty much what happen right after, different method same result. Without warning, the Echani spy struggled her way out of the young Dragr's grasp, kneeing his manhood and sprinting away from him. Sigh. Once again, the ladies to the rescue. I launched a nano-missile right in front of the Echani spy, a warning shot.

<You came not to negotiate, but to ambush us. Leave, aruetii, you're not welcome here.>

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[Elias Edo]

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Elias was a monolith in the midst of his peers as they and the Mandalorians flung heated perspectives like molten rock. His golden eyes remained fixed on Lily Decoria as he tried to comfort her through the Force, but even he couldn’t ignore the baseless arguments that were aimed at the Jedi. They were angry, wild punches thrown by a cornered creature.

“You speak from a place of anger and pain, not logic and purpose. False realities and arrogant self-assurances are dangerous when they drive your actions. From what I’ve heard in this meeting alone, the Mandalorians have become the very evil they fought against. Vicious, cruel, and vengeful… these are not the ways of justice or honor.”

“They are the markers of evil. And that is a sickness the Jedi cannot allow to fester.”

He saw the armored man free his holster and instinctively found his own hand brushing against the weathered hilt of his lightsaber. Elias preferred words to weapons, reason to emotion… but as Lily was taken back toward the gunship, he realized there would only be one outcome here.

Valery’s words hung heavy in his mind as his thumb rested against the saber’s ignition switch.

This was going to get very bad, very soon.

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Tags: Valery Noble | Amani Serys | Silas Westgard | Jonyna Si | Briana Sal-Soren | Irvelghrikk | Siv Dragr | Sahan Dragr | Lily Decoria | Mevia Vizsla ​

 

[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

SHIP: "Du'us'ara" - Modified KSTR-31 Beringr-Class Interceptor
ARMOR: Besk'gathr Mk II
WEAPONS: M.I. Augmented Beskad | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | "O'dteyase" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
ITEMS: Gas Canisters (12) | Slugs (100) | Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag) | RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag) | RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag) | RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)| AXC (10)

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FIVE YEARS PRIOR​

"Oh, for the love of Manda," Sahan sighed. Looked like what had been good luck had turned against him. Though, he supposed there was an odd balance to that. "Ah, well." Giving himself a couple taps on the helmet to help him focus, he readied for the oncoming droid attackers. Watch, anticipate, react. He relaxed and took in their stances, which would indicate their moves. A bit more predictable than actual people, but he had to take each step one at a time. Sidestep left. Pivot and duck. Block with the left vambrace. One did get a blow in on the back of his armor as he rolled forward to grab his pistol, but it was not a "lethal" hit. He jumped back out of their reach, really wishing he had a jetpack, or at least a repulsor or gravpack. Taking a steadying breath, he brought the blaster up to fire a concise shot at each droid, aiming right for the throat.

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PRESENT DAY RODIA​

Sahan was rather stumped by the reactions and words of the Jedi. This seemed to him like a situation od a Rodian calling a Trandoshan scaley. But at least the Mandalorians never claimed not to be stubborn. Actually, they were being rather polite, all things considered. They had not owed the Jedi an offer to return the padawan. And they had offered a chance for an exchange, just so Siv could talk to the Head Jedi lady alone and get some straight answers. And they straight up refused. That suggested to Sahan that they were indeed guilty and hiding something. Were they outright lying about not having sent the girl? If they hadn't, who had?

As Sahan scanned the Jedi, tuning out their either hypocritical or simply uninformed words, he noticed something about the Master named Noble. She had her hand rested upon a lightsaber, but he recognized the material... "Buir," he subvocalized into his comm where only Siv could hear. "Is it my imagination, or is her jetii'kad made of beskar? Why would an aruetii have beskar, especially for a lightsaber? Are they deliberately trying to insult us?"

During that moment of distraction, the padawan he had been holding up to keep from falling on her face swiftly aimed a knee right between his legs. There was no pain, at least not for him. Her knee connected with the metal codpiece underneath his kama. Still, the move caused him to instinctive jerk back in reaction, allowing her to slip from his grip. Ah, great. Apparently the AXC was either wearing off, or she had been faking how much it had affected her. Damn blackmarket products.

Thankfully, another Mando'ad had just arrived and launched a tiny nanomissile in front of the padawan to stop her from running. Sahan quickly activated the grappling line to try to subdue her and real her back in to take back into the ship. If that failed, he could just remotely activate the stun setting on the binders she had on. If the Old Man didn't do it first. "I hope that broke your knee," he muttered.

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ALLIES: Mandalorians
ADVERSARIES: Jedi​

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Rodia
Objective: Save Lily
Tag: Valery Noble / Lily Decoria / Jonyna Si / Elias Edo / Briana Sal-Soren / Reggie Rau

Before long the shuttle finally came to a halt on the planet floor, leaving them to open the ramp to a group of Mandolorians that were waiting for them outside. Silas glared his icy blue eyes at each one as he walked down, standing to the right of the group while many of them argued about their right to be there. For a long time, Silas chose to stay silent, his focus glued on the leader who was talking righteously about their brutality on the planet.

The man was only leading his warriors into an unjust conflict...

As the talks got more tense, Silas snapped his eyes to Siv Dragr side where a hand lay ready on the hilt. His tone of voice warned them of consequences if they didn't leave and there was no doubt the man would hold to his word if they didn't "You go any further with those thoughts and you'll find out why the maw no longer exist..." Silas said coldly, reminding them of what they had done to past brutes that had now been eradicated.

"Sir, please consider what you're about to do here"
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[Mevia Vizsla]

Allies: Siv Dragr Yael Kandar Sahan Dragr Domina Prime Reggie Rau Shakka Bralor @anyoneelseImissed
Enemies: Elias Edo Silas Westgard Lily Decoria Valery Noble @anyoneelseImissed

We Are What You Created...​

The moment they hit the ground, hell broke loose. Accompanied by Yael and Reggie, and the late Dima who's jump was most amusing, the squadron already got to work firing at Radians and dealing the damage they had set out to do. A grenade cast here, a blaster shot fired there. Blaster bolts harmlessly bounced off of Mevia's armor as she shredded through whatever she laid eyes on. Adrenaline pumped through Mevia's body as she eagerly fired at a squadron of guards. As the group fought, however, Yael rose her voice.

<"Yael Kandar, coming in. The envoy party was ambushed and has requested backups. Leave the frontline immediately and follow my lead! I'll leave my tracker on for Prime, over.>"

Mevia was amongst the first to follow Yael. Right at her side, as they darted through the battlefield, Mevia used her bulkier body and heavy armor to cover for the more agility focused Yael. The two worked in tandem as they battled their way to those karking cowardly ambushers.

"<These are the Jedi we're going to engage. Be extra careful, use everything at your disposal. It's their life or ours'.>"

Mevia scowled beneath her buy'ce. Jetiise! She despised those soft make believe crime fighters. And yet, when told she would be fighting one, she felt prickles of nervousness as well. Her mother was Force Sensitive herself and taught her how to fight Jedi and Sith and the likes, but this would be her first time... Mevia was used to fire fights and shootings, but a Force Sensitive warrior with the Manda's Gift? She gulped down her familiar anger and envy as they approached the envoy. The Padawan in Enclave hands, the group of Jedi looking oh so innocent, and Siv Dragr ready to take them all. Mevia was about to immediately leap in, but she visibly halted herself as as Yael sent her warning shot.

"<You came not to negotiate, but to ambush us. Leave, aruetii, you're not welcome here.>"

<"Of course they ambushed us, Yael."> Mevia growled loud enough for all to hear, <"The wannabe justice fighters are as cowardly as they always are. A sloppy mess, letting the Dark Side go unpunished while they lecture on and on about 'mercy.'">

Mevia spat. Mercy? No such thing existed in this Galaxy of eat or be eaten. The sunshine and rainbows lifestyle of the Jedi, basking in the sun, made her blood boil.

But then, the Padawan tried to make a break for it. She fought, Sahan fought back harder. But even as this played out, the Jedi... took no action.

"You speak from a place of anger and pain, not logic and purpose. False realities and arrogant self-assurances are dangerous when they drive your actions. From what I've heard in this meeting alone, the Mandalorians have become the very evil they fought against. Vicious, cruel, and vengeful… these are not the ways of justice or honor."

"They are the markers of evil. And that is a sickness the Jedi cannot allow to fester."

Mevia gritted her teeth. Yes, she was angry. But she was only angry at reality! She hissed towards the druid, <"Shut up...">

"You go any further with those thoughts and you'll find out the maw no longer exist..."

The mere mention of the Maw completely set Mevia off.

<"You know nothing of the consequences of the Maw!">

She directly aimed her rifle at the herbalist and screamed, "SHUT UP!"

Why was she aiming for the druid? When he was not the one who mentioned the Maw? Was it that he was the first she heard speak? ... Or was it that his natural aura reminded her of her sister?

 

[Koda Fett]

He sat perched upon the dense jungle of Rodia, lounging lazily in quiet observation.

There were no stakes in this for him. Some middling interest and too many credits to spare, though if this were to be the start of another raging war, witnessing the first strike, decisive or not, would serve to be all the more interesting. His green armour, no matter how scratched and scuffed, came to be suitable enough camouflage.

It went as per usual, as expected. The Jedi ranted and raved of peace, of contradictions, in identifying the weakest points of any given argument. An ultimately pointless thing, Koda mused, knowing too well that the Mandalorians sought a burning retribution through the old and infamous act of conquest. Beskar was thick, it made a Mandalorian dense with differing ideals of honour, justice, and glory. Siv was perhaps the most stubborn of them all.

It was only a matter of time before the Jedi Padawan was killed for agitating Karjr, or whichever fanciful word they used for hunter or lawman. This was the act of no lawman, though, was it? A soldier, a crusader, instead. Crusaders liked to kill Jedi, if history was any indication.

From behind the T-Visor, the Mandalorian watched on with an ever hard-line for a mouth. On the inside, maybe there was a smile.

Siv Dragr Valery Noble - (I'm just pinging the heads, I'm not jumping in).

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Wearing: XoXo
Equipment: Lightsaber
Location:
Tag: @Siv Dragr, Yael Kandar , Sahan Dragr , Domina Prime , Reggie Rau, Shakka Bralor , Koda Fett , Elias Edo , Silas Westgard , Lily Decoria , Valery Noble , Amani Serys , Irvelghrikk, Jonyna Si

Briana had become rather adept at navigating the turbulent waters of her emotions, far better than during her own days as a Padawan.

Yet, as her gaze settled upon her young Padawan Lily —on the injuries covering her battered body— a white-hot fury seared through her veins; her jaw tightened with such force, she might have shattered stone between her teeth. Whatever Lily was doing out here became irrelevant for the time being. Only getting her back safely mattered now.

Drawing in a deep breath, she allowed her slender fingers to fall and graze the hilt of her lightsaber, poised for action as the conversations dragged on. Negotiate with these brutes? From what little she knew of Mandalorian's, the only language they understood was war. The shrieking figure, brandishing her rifle with stupid, reckless abandon, only cemented that.

Regardless of how Valery responded, of whatever happened next.

Briana knew one thing above all else: she had come here for her Padawan. She was not leaving without her.

 

[Shakka Bralor]

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Location:Rodia

Objective:

Allies: Siv Dragr Yael Kandar Sahan Dragr Domina Prime Reggie Rau Mevia Vizsla
Enemies: Elias Edo Silas Westgard Lily Decoria Valery Noble Jonyna Si Briana Sal-Soren Irvelghrikk
Neutral: Unknown
Equipment:Equipment In Bio
Song:

"This is Siv Dragr," he said quietly into the comms. "I'm at the rendezvous with the Jedi, and will probably need some backup if things turn south."

Fierfek she thought to herself as Siv came in over the comms. It had gone that poorly this quickly should have been a simple hand of and finger wagging but no of course it had to go pear shaped. She hoped quietly to herself that it hadn’t gone pear shaped because of any stupid action by her side but she had a feeling Mandalorian and Jedi stubbornness had just had a head on collision and now they’d all feel the consequences.

“Shakka Bralor on route.”

She saw the rest of her squad break off and head for the rendezvous point. Good they were young but good warriors all and she would need them as she could only imagine the Jedi must have brought a strike team if the Siv was calling in back up. As she flew she rained chaos onto any military targets of opportunity. Can’t let the rest of the invasion force have all the fun she thought with a grin as she passed over a smoking crater of what used to be a Rodian vehicle.

She got close enough to the landing to sight hear one of the Jedi speaking.

"You go any further with those thoughts and you'll find out the maw no longer exist..."

Talk about a daft move comparing them to the Maw that was a surefire way to get Enclave Mando’s hot under the beskar. She spotted a wookiee Jedi and grinned under her buy’ce.

“Dibs on the wookiee.”

She said quietly into the comms before unsheathing her beskad.

“Aren’t you a little short for a wookiee? You sure your not a lasat with a glandular problem?”

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[Jonyna Si]

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Location: Rodia
Objective:
Save Lily

Friends: Jedi
Foes: Mandos


The Cathar couldn't help but grip Liz as she prepped for a fight. She wasn't sure which of the mandos would pick a fight with her, but for now, she stayed prepared. Beskar was going to be her biggest problem, but after dealing with that sith on Caldera, she had a plan. She'd keep her mouth shut for now. No use in adding to the pile of antagonizing them. Valery Noble was the negotiator here, she was just another soldier.

She knew how metal worked. Heat it, then cool it to make it brittle. If she did the same to beskar, it should function the same. Once it was brittle, it could be broken, no matter how strong the material...
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[Irvelghrikk]

The Kashyyyk Viper
RODIA

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The Master Jedi looked about with a look of annoyance, too much talking with terrorist - you'd be better off debating a Hutt on the morality of slavery then arguing these people down from the viewpoints. The longer they argued the lower the chances of retrieving their captured would descend, now squinting his eyes.

If only Irvelghrikk was uncivilized, the Force was quite the advantageous tool and if he wasn't a rehabilitated Jedi he would've gripped them and snapped their spine so long ago but again, he was a Jedi Master - and his comrades wouldn't appreciate such an aggressive action, more so he was above such moves as a intellectual, instead dusting off his Jedi Battle Armor before flexing his calf muscles to reduce tension, staring at the Battlemaster Noble before glancing at the captured Padawan and back at the Lead-Diplomat for the Mandalorians. He resisted the urge to strike out not because it was wrong but for politics, it'd look better on paper if the Mandalorians attack them first and in defense the Jedi dispatch them.

After a brief moment of silence, the voice of another mandalorian was brought forth

“Aren’t you a little short for a wookiee? You sure your not a lasat with a glandular problem?”

Irvelghrikk didn't really give too much of a reaction, just the squinting of his eyes per usual, quite puzzled as to why these reinforcements would speak up which in turn, assumingly if they are close-enough to speak would in turn give up the ambush advantage.

<<"Quite funny, Mandalorian...Laugh now, cry later. You will look better in a cell.">> He exclaimed in response, his words quite dull and apathetic in tone and might one say - not fit for a Jedi but 'meh', he was quite the odd individual.

Slowly readjusting himself, he planted his right foot forward slightly - lifting the tip as his lifted the heel of his left foot as well, making some distance between the two feet as if he was getting into a combative stance, his Lightsaber not in its holster but gripped tightly in his hand. His stare still locked on the Padawan but his senses not.

<<"You Mandalorians are quite the tricky people. One minute an honorable group, the next minute you're driving innocents into the sea and slaughtering them or perhaps, one minute you're adopting an orphan - the next you're making one...But all is ok, this mental illness you all have will be treated, I question your souls or lack there of. Rodia doesn't deserve this, children, elderly, innocent, guilty.">> He continued, his tone very mellow and sarcastic, he was an Iconoclast at heart and would critique and combat any form of values or beliefs more so he'd play mind games with whoever challenged him.

He didn't expect too much of a response but he knew the more emotional ones won't let a slight against their culture and religion go untouched. For now he simply readied himself for combat.

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Allies: Valery Noble | Jonyna Si | Elias Edo | Lily Decoria | Briana Sal-Soren | Amani Serys
Enemies: Shakka Bralor [Main] | Siv Dragr | Domina Prime | Sahan Dragr | Reggie Rau | Mevia Vizsla | @Allthemandosimissed

 

[Shai Maji]

RODIA | MEETING POINT
ALLIES: Siv Dragr | Yael Kandar | Sahan Dragr | Domina Prime | Reggie Rau | Mevia Vizsla | Shakka Bralor
ENEMIES: Elias Edo | Silas Westgard | Lily Decoria | Valery Noble | Jonyna Si | Briana Sal-Soren | Irvelghrikk
ENGAGING: Jonyna Si
GEAR: In bio

THE MARK HAS BEEN MADE​

”Foundlings…”

The first thought that popped into her head as she watched, and listened, to the back-and-forth between the two groups gathered beneath her. She kept her presence scarce for the moment, watching from a rooftop with the aid of her integrated binoculars and other features to eavesdrop on unsuspecting groups. What she saw horrified the Shistavanen.

Mandalorians and Jedi squaring off against each other… for what? The reclamation of lost planets was a necessary evil after the Enclave’s collapse… a collapse that was arguably caused by a situation like this. But this? This wasn’t necessary. They fought shoulder to shoulder for decades, against the Sith, the Maw, the Empire… Now they wanted to fight each other. She had her own apple to peel with Kranak after all of this, but for now she had to try her best to avoid a walk down a path she knew far too well.

With a sigh she walked off the edge of the rooftop and landed with a heavy, metallic ‘thud’ a few meters away from the two groups.

<<"You Mandalorians are quite the tricky people. One minute an honorable group, the next minute you're driving innocents into the sea and slaughtering them or perhaps, one minute you're adopting an orphan - the next you're making one...But all is ok, this mental illness you all have will be treated, I question your souls or lack there of. Rodia doesn't deserve this, children, elderly, innocent, guilty.">>

”Rodia had a choice. They made their bed, they gotta sleep in it. Don’t see how that’s gotta do with one stupid paddie here.” She remarked as she rose from her landing, her heavily armoured figure rising to full height as her hands idly rested on her hips. ”You’re all worse than a bunch of karkin’ foundlings.” She spoke up, removing her helm as she closed the distance between herself and the groups. Her crimson eyes scanned each member for a moment as a frown settled in on her features.

Too many faces. Too many faces she recognized, and faces that recognized hers. How the hell did they end up in this situation? Silas, Valery… only two, but that was too many already. Manda forbid she had to cross blades with anyone gathered here.

She had lost enough already…

”Y’all wanna start a war? Over one karkin’ stupid kid that tried to be a hero?!” She glared at Siv for a moment to get her point across, before shifting her piercing gaze to the Jedi. ”And you lot wanna entertain this? After ours and yours fought and bled together for decades?” She clipped her helmet to her belt as her eyes finally rested on Valery.

”Val… come on…”

She couldn’t talk any of them down. No matter how hard she tried, they made up their minds the moment their hands graced their weapons.

Their swords.

The Beskar on Val’s hip didn’t miss her gaze. Burcyan… she crafted that hilt personally with the Jedi’s stint on Kestri. Now that gift to a dear friend, a sister, was on the verge of being drawn against her people.

”Don’t do this to me, sis…”

The radio chatter perked up on her commlink from the other troopers in the area. Things were getting way too hot. Reinforcements were coming in… reinforcements that had little to no experience in the field and way too much zeal for her taste.

”If y’all can’t figure out a decent compromise, I’ll slam-dunk both your heads into the ground.” She eyed Siv and Val for a second as her hands rested on the grips of War and Peace. Manda forbid she had to draw them against her family and friends…

 

[Jonyna Si]

”Rodia had a choice. They made their bed, they gotta sleep in it. Don’t see how that’s gotta do with one stupid paddie here.”

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Location: Rodia
Objective:

Save Lily​

Friends: Jedi
Foes: Mandos, Shai Maji

She'd heard that drivel so many times now, it caused her eye to twitch. Now she couldn't help but speak up.

"Is that the justification you're using now? 900 years later, and it's the same shit. Did Cathar have a choice when your kind slaughtered them? Did the kits who grew up in slavery have one? Cut the crap. You just wanna raid and pillage for funzies. That's all your wacked up religion has ever cared about. The glory of battle, doesn't matter if it's justified or not. If your kind really cared about honor, you'd be picking a fight with the sith on principle. Not flying around to backwater planets that can't defend themselves committing atrocities to inflate your kill counts. What ever happened to going up against the alpha and kicking it's ass to prove your worth? The Sith and the Empire are out there, and you're picking a fight with the Jedi? What a joke."
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[Domina Prime]

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N E M E S I S
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A righteous infliction of retribution
Manifested by an appropriate agent~

ALLIES
M A N D A L O R I A N S

SQUAD
Yael Kandar | Mevia Vizsla | Reggie Rau | Shakka Bralor

OPPOSITION
Valery Noble

Jonyna Si | Elias Edo | Amani Serys | Briana Sal-Soren | Lily Decoria | Silas Westgard​

<Yael Kandar, coming in. The envoy party was ambushed and has requested backups. Leave the frontline immediately and follow my lead! I'll leave my tracker on for Prime, over.>

The static left filling the xenos helm was nothing compared to the ringing in Dimas ears as all five of her eyes hyper dilated to the finest of pins as the tracker beacon left for her to track exposed the trajectory of her squad as they soared through the skies in formation as if they had practiced for such events.

Prime, holding some poor soldier she had been previously been distracted with struggled angrily in her clawed grip. Clutching at her bicep and shoulder and trying to free himself as the Rodian snarled.

So the god had decided that in the end, when it really came down to it. Protecting the people would never be as important to them as preserving their own. Here the young Domina had come all this way, to the front lines expecting the mighty Lightborn to be right there arms locked with the Rodian defense meek and flimsy as it was.

But no, no gods to be seen. Just feeble. flimsy. flesh.

Her clawed grip released its vice-like grip from the Rodian as they sloppily floundered onto their rump. Domina staring down at the disarmed, defeated enemy as she flicked her tail, keeping its bladed end pointed downward at him.

"Go on then little rabbit. Run along to your burrow~" she cooed warmly, almost mother-like before leaning in menacingly, causing the Rodian to shuffle and crawl back as she loomed over him. "If this one sees you holding another weapon today...Then Dima will take those soft, pretty hands and keep them~" She would warn before lifting a finger and gesturing for him to get a move on. Watching as he fearfully fled back to his defensive position beyond the dome and slogging through a collection of bodies left in the Mandalorians wake.

Now then...for the task at hand.

Dima activated her communication.

"Save Dima a bite~" She quipped with a wicked grin as suddenly tendrils spilled out from her back and slithered into the air strangely. Her alien biology being put to use for traversal purposes due to her lack of jetpack proficiency. Powerful talons snatched and gripped onto the walls nearby and carried the xeno into the sky like some kind of spider.

Scuttling up, over, around and through obstacles in her way with a bizarrely accurate efficiency as those five eyes navigated the environment from above. Spitting silk across gaps and chasms until eventually, about five minutes after her sisters had arrived on scene there would be an overwhelmingly audible crashing sound as she impacted the very earth like an asteroid from above.

Hooked foot talons dug into the ground with a hefty slam as she collided with the very earth violently. Landing just between Yael Kandar , Mevia Vizsla , and Shakka Bralor . The Dominas knees folding as all four of her clawed hands braced onto the ground from the harsh landing. The other four limbs sprouting from her back swayed, drifted and snapped their talons dangerously as those five alien eyes began to drink in the sights of her enemies. Mevia giving them a piece of her mind while others went back and forth about honor, politics and all sorts of madness the Xeno could not be bothered to commit her brain power to understanding.

"GODBORN!~" She would hiss violently, not towards any of them in particular as her five eyes frantically darted over each individual as she slowly straightened and aligned herself. Standing her full height and casually brushing the dirt and dust from her shoulders before clasping her lower pair of arms neatly behind her back as those tendrils that lingered in the open air slowly retreated back into her body until they were no longer in sight. "This one is uhhhhm...disappointed...Yes...that is the word~" She mused, the rattling of her tail filling the air as she drifted forward more and more, step after step as if testing their lines. "Expected many more of you. Should have brought your FRIENDS because this one WANTED a bigger FUCKING PLATE!" She snarled, raising her voice in emphesis at certain words to put a point on her words as the Duelist of Manda observed the Jedi who all remained huddled up and stilled like stone with their hands on their weapons hilts.

She wanted more...so much more than what was here. With these numbers, she would have to SHARE godblood with her brothers and sisters...

SHARING prey?

The thought caused the exotic huntress to shudder in disgust.

"But...you may rejoice godborn! Dima is a sweet lady now and shares prey with her beloved siblings~" She warmly exclaimed, gesturing with her claws towards Mevia & Shakka who were already sizing up their slices of the pie. "But...this one thinks...she still wants the biggest piece~" She pointed a fingered claw at Silas Westgard , lingering it for a moment before making a face, not fully pleased with the choice as she took in his strong facial features before moving her claw towards a Wookie before also rejecting that premise as well. With the many wookie pelts she had already collected in the raid of Kashyyyk and she had little interest in claiming another.

Her claw moved again, as if carefully selecting her prey because if she had to share, she was going to get her cut of cake.

"All this fucking flapping and posing, as if it'll ever really make a difference to ANYONE here. You light touched godborn, always so witty and clever with the words. Pretending your kind could ever be worshiped without a WAR to JUSTIFY your EXISTANCE! As if anyone would put up with your bleeding hearts over them unless they were already afraid of something else. Being charming, holding hands and giving big big smiles. So desperate to be admired, to be heroes...to be divine!" She quipped rather plainly with a grin as her claw drifted over again.

It now landed over a fair, green skinned woman Amani Serys who immediately reminded Dima of dear friend on Kestri Vexia Renn .

The association in her head wired her instinctively to quickly point away from the girl, finding it distracting.

"Peace doesn't suit such young gods anyway. Makes you fat...makes you so slow and sensitive. Makes you forget that not so long ago, before anyone knew what a hyperdrive was everyone on every planet across the survived in fucking MUD and SHIT! This one is thinking you need to be reminded that peace is not nature! ONLY PROBLEMS!" She took another large step forward, now positioning herself ahead of her pack as the Prime took the lead in the face of gods. "So divine as to be above it all. It's so easy it must get BORING at the top~" She hissed, shifting her central eye over a woman she had seen once before.

In a time she could not quite pin, but the scar across her eye was overwhelmingly familiar to the four armed xeno.

Her clawed finger lingered longer over Valery Noble at last.

"Domina Prime will tell you this, and she will only tell you all once godborn!" She began, stepping boldly again ever so closer as if itching for someone to draw their blade first. "We don't need a reason to do what is in our nature. Our war is eternal! It may come and go for you but the only path for a mandalorian is the path of blood! And as the MANDA IS DIMAS WITNESS we will drink our FUCKING FILL! We will take EVERYTHING, that ANYONE worthy of our wrath has! Every last FUCKING DROP! And then we'll hunt for more! Because OUR HUNT does not end for you! The Darkborn! Or ANYBODY!" She roared, one of her upper arms reaching over her shoulder to draw a Beskad Kopis blade, aiming it forward at Valery Noble as her tail rattled violently overhead like a scorpions tail poised to strike. "Peace!? Righteousness? Oh cry this one a FUCKING ocean! Dima can't tell if you fucking people are WATERED DOWN or fucking SUGAR COATED! Get that JELLY out of your FUCKING spine and show this one why your god has chosen you! And we will show you why ours as chosen us!" She finished, prepared and braced for the final conflict to crescendo.

The Domina was not as refined and proper with her words. Not as educated. No she was an artisan of war and devastation there could be no time for that! But all this mewling and bickering back and forth as if ANY of them ever needed ANY reason to do the things they did other than it just felt right. Many of her brothers and sisters however had different reasons for why they did what they did. Angry, damaged, vengeful or just out of duty every Mandalorian fought for their own reasons.

Dima? She fought not because she was angry, nor because of vengeance malice or even bloodlust.

It was growth.

For how was one to evolve if they were not willing to be pushed to their extreme? And if she were to evolve to her next phase then she would need prey of worthy blood. And what more worthy prey than a god?

Their blood would be what watered her roots to let her blossom into an iron flower with razor petals.

Come now, you and i both know how this ends oh audience mine.

And you have a right to bare witness~

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