Junction ULTIMATUM | The Reclamation War | Enclave & GA Junction of Rothana/Seeratter

[Domina Prime]

◈ ENCLAVE PAGECLAIM ◈

Kill me? I'd like to see you try
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Now sing my undead Lullaby



Jonyna Si | Vulpesen | Tallara | Ko Vuto | Braze | Felix Faraday
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There was a bursting of flames and smoke as the xenos hell slammed into the earth where the Jedi used to be. The central most eye in her forehead rolled upwards to keep track as Dima struggled for a moment to pull the hooked hell blade on her foot out of the ground, twisting and glaring upward at the Cathar as they pulled what looked to be some kind of pistol or blaster, taking aim at Dima and causing her many eyes to dilate to fine pins of focus as that large tail curled and placed itself in front of her body in a defensive position.

She had expected blaster bolts to clash with the scales of her tail but after a couple seconds of not visible bolt erupting from the barrel of the Jedis weapon Dima moved her tail to the side and aimed her hands upward, flicking her wrist and ejecting silk webbings up towards the air with all four of her arms, thus firing four different azure threads of silk hoping at least one of them would attach to them. And if they did, Dima would then use the silk that attached to them and YANK them back down towards the earth before finally tethering the other end of the silk to the floor, essentially preventing Dima herself from being carried away from the flying godborn.

However, after preforming these moves the rattling and quiet shaking of her chestplate caused Dima to quirk her brows and grimace in frustration as suddenly and without reason her armor began to...vibrate? "W-woah hey that don't feel right~" Dima questioned, before pushing it back in her mind and focusing for when the Cathar would inevitably land.

COMBAT SUMMERY

When Jonya jumps into air, Dima attempts to block blaster with tail
Realizing the gun does not shoot bolts, Dima disregards it and uses silk
Shoots webs at Jonya and yanks them down back towards the earth and then tethering them
Becomes confused about why her armor is vibrating~
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[Droz Munin]

[ Theme ]​

D r o z _ M u n i n

| Location | Lessu, Ryloth​

| Objective | Burn it All​

| Focus | Kaleleon ​

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Droz tilted his body, sidestepping the shield as it was thrown at him, turning his body as his free hand briefly dropped from Kaleleon's sight. When he had finished spinning to avoid the initial shield throw his free hand threw out a thermal detonator set to detonate on impact to interrupt the charge as he activated his thrusters, crouching down briefly before launching himself backwards and away to maintain distance. The Jedi seemed set on trying to make it a melee fight, but Droz knew better than to take them head-on in one, as skilled as he was with his beskad cleavers - also why should he play fair? It was far more fun to fight an advantage against a disadvantaged opponent. ​

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The thrust of his pack would keep him away from saber cutting distance while he would maintain aerial advantage. He kept note of the shield and its properties, as it was made apparent that it was one of his methods for ranged attacks. He'd be sure to avoid any boomeranging tricks they might have up their sleeve as he let loose carefully aimed attacks, making sure to fire both off to keep the Jedi on their toes and to reduce their opportunities of calculating a reflected shot back at him.​

 

[Wedge Draav]

I COMMIT YOUR SOUL TO THE ENDLESS BLACK SEA


Wedge's Ship.

Fighting: Mandalorian Fleeting Forces (Open) l Dant Zeerno l Gar Shale
Allies: Galactic Alliance Naval Forces l Revenant Squadron​

Revenant Squadron: Vashja Io l Kelly T. Perris l Reima Vitalis l Elijah Beckett l Teravin Arosin l Aeson Keel l Ari Naldax l Acaadi

FLIGHT GROUP ONE: WEDGE, VAZAL, VASHJA


The Mandalorians ships maneuvered, and their fighter screens moved into position. Wedge flicked his eyes, then issued his orders via the HUD. The Order was simple.

Revenant- Follow me.

Wedge came towards the star of the system, leading Revenant in a very, very tight formation- tight enough to punch through densely packed formations of Cruisers and other larger ships. More importantly, the maneuver let them punch through fighter screens easily. And able to clear a path for bombers, should the need be.

Wedge, out of the with the rest of his team, strafed the ever-loving hell out of Kad's formation, knocking a few Starfighters out in the process. Wedge didn't stop or break off either, he took his X-wing directly through formation, after blowing one of the enemy fighters to hell. He turned his head, and time slowed. He looked over at his enemy.

Wedge, for the spaces between seconds, the amount of time between breaths, stared at his enemy. Kad Wren may have seen it, he may have not. Either way, he would have for sure as hell seen Wedge's blur of a tricked-out X-wing scorching a few of his comrades. The Veteran pilot dived down further, as returning point-defense lasers slammed around him, streaks of plasma going by his cockpit as he narrowly avoided the Mandalorian's response to his throat-slitting maneuever.

He pulled on the throttle, channeling energy to one engine, banking hard. He looked back towards the Mandalorian formation. He wanted them to follow him. He wanted them to fight.

"That was for the boys on the ground!"

The game was on.

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Ryloth, thirteen miles north of assault on capital
Objective: clear and capture artillery position
Tag: Kahlil Noble Corazona von Ascania
Equipment: In bio

The area where the detonation had occurred did not collapse as anticipated, the ground was cracked and shattered as if something, or some one, underneath the ground was holding up the ground, like some unseen force.

"CHIT! JEDI, ready yourselves!!" armoured woman shouted across her comm to her other vod, she was not scared of Jedi, but of all the foes a mandalorian could face, they were second only to other mandalorians in the danger they posed.

Her shout was reinforced by the gift from Kahlil Noble of sharpened barbs of telekinetically driven rocks from where they had damaged the tunnel. The lead vod caught the brunt of it and she saw the man stumble backwards under the repeated force that pushed into him. Her own anti-shrapnel forcefield from her custom armour flared into life and peices of rock flashed against it, trying to find a weakness. The injured man clutched his leg and she saw blood pouring through his fingers, several other lacerations covered his bodysuit and she knew he would be out of action. Her gas commandos had autoinjectors that that would administer the anti-toxins into their bloodstream, so he would probably survive. But surviving and remaining comfortable were two very different things. Celt had been hit with nerve gas before, she knew what the man was about to endure. She nodded too him and his activated his jetpack, blasting back toward friendly lines.

"COME OUT OF YOUR HOLE JEDI!" Celt challenged through her amplified voice module. She pushed herself through the air in a jet assisted jump and let off a burst from her wrist mounted charric blasters at what appeared to be a flash of blonde hair through the gap that the Jedi Lord had so violently made for her. She followed this up with a volley of whistling birds into the hole, a few hit the sides, but the fast moving and poisoned self guided mentions would at least give the Jedi something to think about while they hid from her.

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[Aana Xyston]

Aana gritted her teeth as she deflected her opponent's blow. The Mando was strong. But she was alone. "Get her!" Aana yelled to her militia, who were just behind a stronger building to her right. Six Twi'leks, all armed with basic blaster carbines, popped out of cover and opened fire.

Sure, Aana didn't expect this one salvo to kill her target, but with Aana and her militia working together against this one lone Mando, the fight should be over very soon. Meanwhile, the Basilisk stomped away, leveling houses and breaking the road with every step. Thank goodness. This fight would be a lot easier without that thing breathing down her neck. Unless it went to flank her. Then she would be done for.

Aana needed to finish this fight quickly, and that meant no talking to her enemy. Speaking of which...in all her years as a Pathfinder, Aana had never faced an opponent that was as talkative as this one. This fight would be something to remember.

Zlova Rue

 

[Amarantha Bralor]

OBJECTIVE TWO

Location:Ryloth
Allies: Nelliel Kryze Jan Beroya Dant Zeerno
Neutral:
Enemies: Wedge Draav and the rest of revenant
Flying:]MNV-52 Beviin
Song:Let’s get ready to rumble

The howl of her engines as the sun flashed off her unique red paint job as she dove through the clouds hunting Alliance star fighters.[/I}

“Switchblade, Raxshir, and Hotshot this is Red Comet understood and received. Let’s go hunting!”

She shoved the throttled hard to maximum as she dove into the incoming Alliance fighter screen with a whoop of feral joy. She found her first prey of the day, an Alliance X-wing. She chased her target till her crosshairs lined up and launched bursts of a half dozen red lances from her laser cannons towards her target. The heavy cannons bursts the shield and the medium cannons tore the engines to shreds she watched for a brief moment as the pilot ejected before banking to seek more prey.

“Red Comet to Skull Squadron. Least kills at the end of this buys the first round.”

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[Zlova Rue]

Get Her. Get. Her. There wasn't time for Zlova to grin wildly, but if there had been she would have. Such a simple command. Short. To the point. Have your allies assail the enemy before they could react. Good. Why engage a talkative opponent and listen to them monologue when you could strike? The Twi'lek would have approved -- later she'd reflect fondly on the moment. It wasn't every day someone said 'get her' to Zlova. Showed spirit!

Zlova loved spirit. She hoped Aana would appreciate one good turn for another.

The blade she'd drawn fell from her grasp as both hands whipped behind the Lethan's back. Golden rings burned brightly as her left foot swung to the side. A bolt sizzled against her left arm as her hands emerged. The bright hiss of not one, but two violet lightsabers igniting filled the alley.

She was forced to take a step back to try and match the rhythm of blaster fire even as the columns of plasma flailed through the air before her. Another bolt clipped her right shoulder. The pain scoured all thought from her mind. Ah, nothing like a struggle to survive to make it worth getting out of bed.

A hand shot out and then was flung forth. Large chunks of rubble left in the basilisk's wake abruptly sailed toward Aana's allies and their cover. Meanwhile, Zlova took a menacing step in Aana's direction. If the pretty thing wanted to talk with her weapons then Zlova wasn't going to deny her the pleasure.

Aana Xyston

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

Objective: #3 Go fight on Ryloth
Location: Ryloth
Equipment: M.I. Model 8 flamethrower | Sword |M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2 | Thermal Detonators | Magnetic Detonators | Perun's Call
Enemies: GA
Allies: Mandalorian Enclave
Engaging: Cailen Corso

Vulcan stayed where he was, the wildlife changed as the day drew on. So far, he has not attracted any attention from the apex predators, even if he did, a flamethrower to the face will soon stop that.

He had scanned the area thrice over, actively seeking out adversaries, covertly. The objective of an ambush was not to be seen or heard, which made it easier to get the coveted High Ground.

The minutes dragged on, the sweat was making everything even more oppressive than ever which meant his restraint was a tad frayed. But then his HUD pinged that he was no longer alone, too small to be a predator, too large to be anything else not human-sized.

All this points to one thing, he's snared someone in his ambush, and that someone is approaching quickly or so he thought as he was priming a detonator to throw across the jungle. Guns and missiles are great, but detonators get the job done just as well.

Vulcan sprung his trap and lobbed the detonator right at Cailen Corso not entirely sure he would be able to hit his target. If it didn't he'll just use his flamethrower instead.

 

[Nelliel Kryze]

[ Sea of Fire ]

MNV-52 'Beviin' Class Space Superiority Fighter​

| Location | Space over Ryloth
| Objective | Protect Enclave Star Destroyer, Maintain Space Superiority
| Focus | Jan Beroya / Dant Zeerno / Amarantha Bralor

<Skull Squadron, Raxhsir Actual.> Jan heralded the squadron under her command. <Whatever we do, that lady hanging over the city needs to be kept safe. Whoever and whatever gets in your way, let 'em have it. No quarter.>

Nelliel smiled as she acknowledged the order, responding back, " Copy that Raxhsir Actual, I'll be sure to thin the heard before they get a chance to reach our fair lady. Just give me a ring if things are getting too heated and you need me back. " Nel shifted her gaze as she glanced over her shoulder as Kad and Amarantha chimed in,​

<Hotshot comin' in. Go bucko Switchblade, got your back.>

“Switchblade, Raxshir, and Hotshot this is Red Comet understood and received. Let’s go hunting!”

" Copy that Hotshot and Red Comet, try to keep up. Already got hostiles on radar - Seems like we have admirers already. Let's turn and burn. " Nelliel accelerated her Beviin and sped to engage the enemy, speeding ahead as Wedge Draav came in to strafe their formation, seeing that the opposition was already eager to get in close to them, as expected of the Galactic Alliance's Revenant Squadron, who was able to weave and dodge their way through point defense fire. She muttered to herself, " Let's see what you want flyboy. I want to know what kind of game you play. "​

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Nelliel kept an eye on her radar, marking the targets that strafed their formation to keep note of in the target-rich environment - the ones to be weary of if they decided to tail her - she was gauging to see where their priorities were as far as engagement goes to better focus on. She rolled to the right, putting herself behind a hostile fighter as her crosshairs locked on, letting loose a controlled barrage that quickly struck the engine of the fighter in front of her as a shower of fire and smoke erupted and they spiraled off before promptly exploding. ​

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| Friendly | @ Skull Squadron / @ Enclave
| Hostile | @ Revenant Squadron / @ Galactic Alliance​

 

[Kaleleon]

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LOCATION: Outer Wall of Lessu
OBJECTIVE: Old Friends
OPPONENT: Droz Munin
WEAPONS N ARMOR: Saber | Sword | Shield | Knife | Armor

Of course he was going to use distance to keep me at bay. The lack of ranged weaponry, and the force being stripped from me was putting me at a severe disadvantage. One where his jetpack would keep me just barely out of reach. My shield flying past him. Even with his pivot away from the thrown weapon, His accent into the air, followed quickly with blaster fire at me. My off hand came up Trusting my armor to do it's job. The blaster bolt slamming into the plates. The second bolt was able to strike my arm where it was not plated. Right at the elbow. While it was resistant to the bolt itself, the kinetic impact still hurt.

The heat radiated through the clothed armor. Knowing that arm would be heavily bruised up in a moment. Like I said I had tricks, so too did the Mandalorian. I knew I should have brought my rifle. At least peck at him from a distance. But I would be carrying too much weight on me. It would have slowed me down.

After the blasts hit, I threw out my arm. The shield lifting off from the ground it had clattered to, and slug itself back to my bracer. Its when I had an idea to potentially bring the man back down to my level. The sabers were stored back upon my belt, with the free hand now grabbing the Magnalocked sword on my back. The great sword grabbed closer up towards the guard to allow one-handing it to a degree. The Hum of the vibroweapon activated. The shield was then thrown once more at him. If it hit, great, if not, I had something else for him.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Ryloth System, Evac Fleet to Ryloth
Equipment: Skinsuit, Flight-suit, Left Bracer, Utility Boots, Mix and Match Harness, Left Ear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby, Modular Blaster
Tools: Fusioncutter
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Allied Tags: Mig Gred
Neutral Tags: Gar Shale
Engagement Tags: @Open

She kept the added Flak wall in mind as she kept a tight patrol around the evacuation zone.

Her fighter making larger and longer strides to skirt the battlefield below out of her own curiosity. She'd heard about the ongoing tensions, but this seemed more than just a little bad blood between the two.

The Buzzard performing an arcing turn to spy the ground below.

The more dedicated Stingers keeping their patterns tight as the fighting above grew into more than simply strafing the combat lines.

Her gaze turning skyward as she pulled the nose up and back to the evac shuttles.

<"This is Buzzard. Ground and air is clear for now, Flechette. It's getting nasty and closer so don't know how long that'll last."> Lossa piped up as she kept an eye on the readouts.

 

[Mig Gred]

Escort Fleet: Keros' Kad, Ranger-2 2nd Standard Squadron, 2x HF-3 Aran squadrons, 4x GF-4 Stinger squadrons, 2x Viper "Blackbird II" squadrons, 2x GF-3B "Star Cutter", 6x DF-1 squadrons, 4x CST Toscan 8-R squadrons, various refitted freighters taking support space.
Evac Fleet: Various Clan Tal vessels ( Anashja Tal ), Star Phoenix (and defense squadrons stationed there), 2x Tal-type Medical Corvettes, 2x Arcon-class Utility Ships (medical package), 4x HA-3 Hutthound sqadrons, various freighters.
Tags: Lossa Darcuhl , Amelia von Sorenn , Gar Shale Open

Flechette gave a nod from his cockpit. "I don't like it either. LKV, when's the first wave launching?" A mechanical voice come over the comms.

"Launch: Soon. Vessel: Many smaller craft, plus two Tal-types. One Tal. One Gred."

"Alright folks you heard the droid. Buzzard follow us up into orbit. The rest of you, stay ready for anything, and watch the flak wall once we get up their." And with that, various lighter craft started to lift off with the two evac corvettes in tow. The Stinger squadron would also begin to fly after them to provide cover.

In orbit, as the evac vessels would get to space, a call would ring out.

"All ships. Flak wall going up between evac corridor and combat." With this call, the Ranger-2 cruisers would begin to unleash their coilguns into open space, puffs of the explosive charges in the flak rounds soon filling orbit in a protective spray of shrapnel meant to stop fighters and missiles from getting through to the evacuation.

 

[Valery Noble]

Ryloth

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Outfit:Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsaber | Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Shai Maji BB-610

While Valery and Bee stood face-to-face with a Mandalorian she had considered her sister for years now, Valery could feel Kahlil Noble and Corazona von Ascania engaging in their own battle. A brief pulse of comfort reached out to her husband through their bond, but she knew she had to focus, and feeling Bee gently rub against the side of her leg helped pull her back into the real world. The sound of his voice was the comfort she held onto now, and her eyes turned to Shai, still filled with regret that this had to happen, but strength as well.

A moment of silence passed between the two, with Shai looking at the familiar lightsaber she had built for Valery, and Bee taking a brave stance against the Mandalorian to protect who he cared about.

But no amount of time would prevent the inevitable.

Shai drew her two pistols and immediately fired several bolts, meant not to kill but really to offer her a window of opportunity to ignite her jetpack. Valery swatted the bolts away and yelled at the top of her lungs, "I'm not here to hurt your people! I'm here to stop them from hurting others!" But she knew deep down that they simply saw things differently here, and that wasn't going to change anymore.

A pulse of danger in the Force hinted at the switching of firing modes, and Valery was far too familiar with them to be taken by surprise anymore. She raised a hand and projected a barrier, causing the particle blasts to explode against the nigh invisible bubble of Force energy. Valery gritted her teeth, feeling the strain each impact caused, and looked at BB-610 with a pained expression.

"We have to bring her down to the ground!" She called out, and in an attempt to do just that, she extended her other arm and ripped apart her surroundings. Rocks, dirt, wood, and debris all were flung towards Shai in an attempt to bring her down or perhaps offer Bee a chance to follow up.

 

[Ari Naldax]

Objective: Protect the Flight Lead
Equipment: T-65XN "Wolf-X" (Launchers 1&2 loaded with Advanced Concussion Missiles, Ventral Launcher loaded with Magnetic Pulse Torpedoes)
Allies: GA,, Wedge Draav
Enemies: Enclave

Vazal kept tight behind Revenant's leader as they punched through the Mandalorian picket, watching as he broke the formation and strafed across a formation of Mandalorians in a death defying dive. Muttering a quick curse to herself, she tapped on the comms as she pulled into a nearly-identical dive to cover him. "Rev 3, Engaging." She was as much a hotshot as any of the other Revs, but she really wished that her lead would give her a warning before launching into an attack dive like that, it would've been much easier on the old girl she was flying.

Seeing an enclave fighter try to pull up into Wedge's kill slot, she loosed a volley of quad-fire from her laser cannons into the mando's stabilizers, sending him careening off into the void while Vazal kept her track behind the leader. "9-4, give me a track on anyone painting Wedge, and keep an eye on their active sensors sweeps." An affirmative beep came through her headset from the Astromech as her HUD and MFD lit up with markers over all of the targets that were trying to get a lock on her leader or her. None of them had one yet - but she wanted to be the first to reply to anyone threatening her element.

 

[Aana Xyston]

No!

That word screamed and rang in Aana's mind as she watched massive chunks of the road fly at her militia, crushing all but one of them. Her friend. Grym. Aana turned back to the Lethan Twi'lek, her eyes filled with rage. Her target stepped forward...Aana ran at her, vibroblade in both hands. She took a leap, coming down on the Force-user's head, slashing diagonally downward from her right side.

The Lethan was heavily wounded (probably) from her militia's last attack. This had to defeat her. But then Aana reminded herself this wasn't the ordinary Mandalorian.

Zlova Rue

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Ryloth, Lessu
Objective: Stop the Mandalorians
Allies: GA/NJO
Enemies: The Enclave - Mevia Vizsla (Engaging)
Equipment: Lightsaber, Spear, Armour​

The Padawan took a step back, slipping into a defensive stance but kept her posture loose enough to move if it became necessary. Katherine kept her eyes on Mevia as she surged forwards, immediately going for one of her ranged weapons. For a second she thought to try and deflect it, but decided against that course of action.

Be wary of slugthrowers. Mandalorians are resourceful, and will likely go for destructive damage from the onset.

Katherine used her free hand, using the Force to pull a nearby display into the path of the slug. Fabric and metal were obliterated by the depleted baradium round. But enough remained for the Padawan to slam it onto the ground, intercepting the dart that had followed behind it.

With her feet still firmly planted on the ground, Katherine had no issue dodging the vibrocord as it whipped out towards her. She swung her lightsaber attempting to cut it. Whether she succeeded or not, the Padawan immediately charged towards Mevia, intending to get in close and not allow the Mandalorian another chance to fire another weapon.

 

[Mevia Vizsla]

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Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Davaab'beskad, personal Chiss "Execution" beskad.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
Rifles	KSTR-24 Dvalin Cyro Blaster Rifle.
	ENCL-45 Tyatr'geriuvr Plasmag Rifle.
Pistols	KYR-54 Skathe Hand Cannon + Regular, Pyro, and Cyro Rounds.

Primary Objective: Storm the city of Lassu and smite the rebels who dare challenge the Mandalorian Enclave. For Mandalore!
Secondary Objective: Defeat that Jedi.
Allies: tba.
Engaging: Katherine Holt .
Misc. Tags: tba.

H E A L T H - B A R:
| | | - | | | - | | | - | | | - |

~ G O L D - U N T O U C H E D ~

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Oh yeah. The Force.

That karabasting Force.

Mevia frowned as the lightsaber barely missed the vibrowhip. As the Jedi charged her, Mevia retracted the whip into her gauntlet as she shoved her pistol into its holster. She lifted her hand, activating her retractable wrist blade and blocking the Jedi's lightsaber. The lightsaber's blue glow sparked as the beskar blade did its job well. With her vibrowhip back in its place, Mevia lowered her hand towards her belt.

<"Cheater."> She scoffed, rich jealousy in her tone.

She pushed against the lightsaber, shoving impressive skill and strength using such a small blade in lock with a lightsaber. She attempted to break the lock, shoving her arm forward as she drew her beskad from its sheath. The Mandalorian sword shone in the Ryloth sunlight as she aimed a clean slash at her stomach, activating the Chiss plasma cutter in the sword. She hoped that the Jedi's armor was not lightsaber resistant itself. Jedi were karking strong already, with their fancy lightsabers and lucky Gifting of the Manda.

Damn the Manda's Gift never touching her!

If she managed to break that lock, Mevia would take a moment to pull her kal out as well. If not, her vambrace's blades would do. She was not Force Sensitive, but that did not mean that Mevia was weak.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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The successful hit of the Shiba had Jonyna in high spirits, up until the webbing hit her and slammed her into the ground. Ow. Thank Sylvar for her Guardian armor, and a little bit of fire to get the webs off her. When that didn't work, she snarled.

"Rude." She quipped, embracing old habits at this point. She'd spent too long now living in inadequacy, letting her need to be the perfect jedi she had always imagined herself as. Now she knew that wasn't what she had imagined. In this moment, she knew what she needed to be.

A hero.

Heat wasn't working, so it would mean she would need to come up with a new plan. A new tactic. The city still had functioning water for the most part, and she could sense the pipes below her. Time to try that. A nearby manhole burst open, washing water over her and loosening the webs enough for Jonyna to climb back to her feet, pulling what was left off her and taking a fighting stance once more.

"You wanna go? Let's dance Empress Zercon."

Tag: Domina Prime ​

 

[Yael Kandar]

RAISE THE BANNER
~In memory of The Quartermaster~

EQUIPMENTS:

Spoiler

Yael Kandar's Beskar'gam
M.I. Exoskeleton
M.I. Universal Heads-Up Display
M.I. 'Halo' Jump Boots
M.I. Model 6M Hybrid Pistol
ENCL-JR5 Striking Falcon Jetpack
EF-M401E Enforcer Series Scattergun - 'Rampage' Edition
KSTR-20 Borealis Heavy Blaster Pistol
Breshig War Forge Consolidated NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
Breshig War Forge Consolidated TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
Htagir'senaar Whistling Birds
Standard grappling line
Standard flamethrower
Standard repulsor

OBJECTIVE: Distract and take on the Jedi, buy time for the rest to occupy the city
PROXIMITY: ALL THE JEDI AND THE BLESSED WARRIOR OF MANDA
ENGAGING: Jasper Kai'el (GIVE ME HELL BROTHER!)

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RYLOTH, GAULUS SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

The Jedi quickly made work of the six blaster shots I spewed at him. An experienced Jedi, I'd say, even more so from his insistence on keeping the combat up close and personal, as he burst close for a hand-on-hand combat. That was faster than I expected. I could try my luck with my jump-boot and jetpack, escaping the ground combat situation, but it might've been a millisecond too late, and we all know how dangerous it is to give these force-users any possible advantageous situation. Instead, I decided to react on the right cybernetic hook he threw in the direction of my face, activating my tractor beam to pull his hand even further to the side of my helmet, while avoiding his body if the Jedi is to lose his balance. That should buy me enough time to get off the ground with my jetpack.

Launching myself upwards, I flew further to his backside, hopefully moving out of the range of his force power, before discharging blasts of fire from my vambrace flamethrower. Flamethrower has proven to be not as deadly against FUs, especially ones with natural, built-in endurance. However, the fire will hopefully keep the Jedi too busy to register any offensive moves, keeping him on his heel, and let me pressure him even further.

Spoiler

pulled the hook with a tractor beam, fly to Jasper's backside, shoot flamethrower

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[Corazona von Ascania]

Hehe: Kahlil Noble
Not Hehe: Celt Saxon
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Cora watched, a bit breathless, as Kahlil manipulated blunt, rocky debris into razor thin needles and sent them hurtling towards the crevice. She almost winced for the thought of what they would do.

She nodded - he was right. Whatever their next move, it had to be decisive. Still, her lips pursed in the faintest of pouts, picking up on the threads of fatherly concern.

“I’m not a child anymore, Kahlil.” Cora informed him, missing the point that it was something a child would say. “I can no longer afford to be that beaten little girl you pulled from a cell beneath Ukatis.”

Part of her was still deeply embarrassed that he - along with Valery, Jasper, and Desric, all people she revered and looked up to - had seen her in such a dismal, pathetic state. Maybe that was what drove her need to prove herself now, especially in front of her only lasting paternal figure.

“We should-“

"COME OUT OF YOUR HOLE JEDI!"

A volley of bolts pierced the ground around her, missing Cora by a hair as she lurched to the side. Her heart beat rapidly in her throat to the strange tune of whistling from somewhere above, before a series of small but potent explosions rocked the walls around them.

“Move back!” She shouted to the rebels, urging them further into the tunnel and away from the gap that the Mandalorian warrior had widened, creating a new mouth to the cave. Debris rained down upon them, and when the cavern stopped shuddering, Cora glanced to Kahlil. Or where she thought he was, given the dust obscuring her vision.

“Perhaps we should do as she says.” Cora offered wryly, one hand clasped over her mouth. Her lungs would not by happy with the amount of pollutants they’d been exposed to today. Fighting in an enclosed space, especially with the gas, would not be ideal. “Draw their attention away from the rebels.”

Before the dust could settle, a pair of telekinetically thrown rocks, each the size of a breadbox, would hurl themselves at the Mandalorian wench.