Vengeance Is Best Served Cold... (PM For Invite, SJO/Mandos Only)

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Voss Temple/Surrounding Area​

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It had been no easy feat to sneak the elite band of warriors he had onto Voss. Ijaat had been incensed since the snub of the delegation under his command. Further insult was added to injury, making it personal, when they included the whelp Dagos and snubbed him. So he had decided to take matter into his own hands. Diplomacy didn't work. Overt threats of violence seemed to skip right off their thick skulls. The only option left to him was to follow through and actually deliver. But it couldn't be just any ordinary raid on some backwater world. No, they had insulted him and Clan Merel's honor. But Ijaat had friends from all over the Mando'ade. The debt would be repaid in kind and like fashion.

Messages had gone out to friends old and new, and those he had heard promise of. He sat in a rented hab just a few blocks from the Temple at Voss, waiting. A kuryida edee skin duster with metallic banding all through it sat on the back of a chair he was leaning in. The bottom hem trailed in the dust, scabbard of a sword hanging from a baldric belt along with a heavy, mean looking pistol clunked against the leg of the chair as his foot rested against the table lip, rocking back and forth on the hind-feet of the battered thing. Slowly he drew in a deep breath, savoring the fine Corellian whiskey in his one hand, a cigarra clenched between his teeth as he puffed merrily.

Those he had invited were told to bring only their most needed weapons. This raid was a statement, not an outright pillage and raze to the ground mission. Key to this was sending a very pointed, and deadly message. So as he waited for the cohorts to arrive, he drank a bit, puffed his cigarra, and read the HoloNet. His eyes flickered at an absurd pace, data flowing into his cybernetics and stored, eye patch still covering the gruesome wound of his missing orb. How similar that made him to his uncle, he cared not to think of at the moment. Nor how similar his actions might be. It wasn't like he was extremely close to his father, [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], and that was something that bothered him in his cups.

But now his mind stayed focused, playing with a device in his hand, and waiting, hawk-like eye narrowed in impatience. Hopefully they listened, and came lightly armed and armored, able to blend in. Swift surprise was utterly key to today, and those he had recruited should, at the very least, be more than skilled at that. Or so he hoped.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

As one who'd served in any number of public positions and capacities, Rel Connory had long ago learned to put his personal feelings aside when his seniors beckoned. That principle was instilled in Mandalorian culture, right down to the resol'nare. Though he had no taste for this raid or its ultimate objective, there were compelling reasons to fall in line. And this time around, he was determined to do just that.

He'd brought only a basic trakad -- a simple short sword forged of voidsteel. With it, he could blunt or cut the Jedi's powers if need be, though his back itched for the weight of a real ysalamir nutrient frame. He'd left everything else behind, even his blaster. This raid wasn't about causing casualties. Per se.

He slipped inside the rented hab module; his eyes settled on [member="Ijaat Mereel"].

"I'm good to go whenever."

 

[Revenchent]

It was rare for the Tal'verda to respond to summons. They stayed to themselves in their frozen haven the vast majority of the time, but when Manda'yaim and all its children were disrespected...well, no true son could ignore the call.

Corin sat in the corner of the vessel, clad in a simple leather duster with military fatigues underneath. He carried no weapons, save for a very large, and very long rifle of exotic make. Corin absentmindedly counted the weapon's ammunition, and glanced down. His Strill companion, Lord Cabur, was nestled up against his side; the little creature's chest rising and falling as it dreamed of conquest and slaughter.

"Aye," he muttered in agreement with [member="Rel Connory"]. "Lord Cabur and I are ready to launch. Just say the word."

The rumbling of his chest that came with his speech made the little beasts held within his coat squirm. Corin made a quiet cooing noise he'd used to calm the Strill pups back home, and the creatures ceased.

"These little di'kuts' claws are sharper than they look."

[member="Ijaat Mereel"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

The Mandalorians were proud people. They prized themselves on their unparalleled martial ability, their culture and their accomplishments. They had clawed their way to being one of the most dominant forces in the galaxy through many hardships and challenges, they had earned their place amongst the stars. To see others disrespect what they had accomplished, that would not be tolerated.

It was time to see justice done. It was time for Vengeance.

Cabur was standing next to his fellow Mandalorians, armed with only the things he saw to be most useful on this mission. He had a fully automatic grenade launcher loaded with very special rounds in the one hand and a shotgun, along with the matching under-slung grenade launcher, that had other very special rounds loaded in the other hand. Additionally he was carrying a large amount of specially baked chemical compounds with him that would prove to be most useful on this mission.

"May Kad'harangir be with us this day."

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: Near Voss Temple

Tahn had long held distaste for the Jedi order, no matter what form it had become. It was a system that forced people to join it's ranks or be considered the pinnacle of evil, forcing it's own members to repress themselves. And no matter what they called themselves they always clung to their old outdated regiment. As soon as [member="Ijaat Mereel"] had called out for the assistance of any Mandalorian that wanted to pay back the Silver Jedi order, he had been on the first shuttle out. It wasn't easy for Tahn to hide himself, his rather large and gruff personality made stowing away a rather difficult task, even when he did go back to his original form.

As soon as the ship landed, he swiftly made his way from the cargo bay of the transport shuttle making way towards. His civilian clothing made it difficult to conceal the few weapons that he had brought along with him, but fortunately not many of the Voss natives seemed to question him as he made his way towards the rented building that Ijaat decided would be the base of operations for this raid. Throwing open the door as he made his way through the entry point, he quickly grabbed the chair most comfortable looking and sat down.

"I have to agree with them, this will be the day we pay the Silver Jedi back for their transgressions." He motion towards [member="Rel Connory"] before ruffling through his outfit to bring forward the weapons he had smuggled with him, even with the minimal equipment he had brought he would show the Jedi of the ferocity of a vengeful Mandalorion.

[member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"]

 

[Kenrath]

Cole had heard about the trip to Voss. While he was not a hundred percent sure what was going to go down he knew he was in. Relations with the Silvers and been going down hill for a while now. If there was going to be a line drawn in the sand Cole was going to be standing by his brothers. He definitely would not be standing on the side lines. Cole had gone back to wearing his Echani Armor concealed by a long cloak, hood, and cloth mask covering his face. By his recollection only Arla had seen him dressed this way and would know it was him. Cole had a http://starwarsrp.net/topic/10961-mandalorian-ripper-mk-ii/ concealed under the cloak. It was the only weapon he had brought. Cole caught up with the group just as [member="Tahn Vizsla"] was making his statement.

"What they hold you at gunpoint too?" "I gather they really don't like people in their business even if it does concern the trial of a mass murderer."

Cole pulled down the mask and turned nodding to [member="Ijaat Mereel"] with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry I'm late........guess diplomacy is over.........can't say I'm sad."

Cole pulled his hood down and looked at the other giving them a nod as well. He was ready when they were. Cole had traveled light for this occasion.

[member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Rel Connory"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat nodded to the crates on the floor as he flipped a toggle on the device in his hand. Across the surrounding area, vuvuzela horns sounded in rampant discordant chaos and cacphony. Revealed were weapons, painted in bright garrish colors. Jokers and Jester like versions of famous Silver Jedi were in piles of masks for them to wear. Ijaat grabbed a rather odd looking mask of [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and grinned as he slipped it on, the smirk truly broad and lighting up his eyes. They had treated the Mandalorians like a joke, disrespected them as warriors and allies. The better way to fix this and send a message? Show them that they weren't even worthy of the weapons of the Mando'ade. That they were unsuitable targets for the Crusade. Not enough import to warrant a serious response.

Bells tinkling in his hair, he gripped a rucksack from one set of crates that was, oddly enough, full of toliet paper rolls stamped with Mythosaur skulls on every square. With swift hands he loaded the drum mag of a bright pink grenade launcher with the rolls of fine tusken cotton ply and racked the slide home, loading the first roll. Whistling in a high pitched echo, the ground shook as dust leaked from the walls. Next door, the familair grumbles of a kuryida edee could be heard, and as Ijaat threw open the barn doors to the building, one could be seen. It was blinded like a horse might be with leather eye cups, and saddled and bridled. Neuro-stims and chem-dumps would keep it sedate.

All along it's side were rucksacks full of similar toliet paper, and mini-barrels of tihaar strapped to it as well. Sliding up adroitly into the saddle, he waved a riding crop in the air and kneed his t-rex in the ribs. Inside crates full of brown paper bags, lighters, odd smelling boxes, confetti cannons and more were being distributed as plain-clothed mandos began swarming the building. Ijaat trundled off on his giant mount, Coci mask over his face, firing toliet paper from the launcher one-handed (a cold 'white corellian' in the other hand that he sipped at) over buildings and through trees as he careened for the entrance to the temple, cackling.

Sometimes you burned and pillaged and conqeoured. Other times you humiliated your enemy. Both worked.

[member="Cole Dagos"] | [member="Tahn Vizsla"] | [member="Cabur Aranar"] | [member="Corin Tal'verda"] | [member="Rel Connory"]

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[Jorga the Hutt]

With grim determination, Connory applied his trusty sonic screwdriver to the fuse box of the rented hab unit. The place had an inbuilt sound system, a basic thing. He cross-wired sound and light, plus additional lights and miniature subwoofers. All were calibrated and coordinate with the expertise that had crafted the first modern cloaked capital ship, and many other innovations.

As Ijaat moved toward the Jedi Temple on his mount, Connory went out to the front walk of the hab unit, and began his own assault on Jedi pride.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GufRiBUZQPc

 

[Kenrath]

Cole about died when [member="Ijaat Mereel"] opened the trunk and Cole saw what was inside. He clutched his side for a moment laughing.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOkay now." "Not what I was expecting at all."

Cole composed himself for a moment before looking around and finding a nice [member="Ryn'Dhal"] mask. With the way he was dressed Cole may have actually passed for a Jedi. Slipping the mask on and pulling his hood back up Cole grabbed a confetti launcher admiring the nice bright colors of it. Just for good measure he grabbed a few rolls of toilet paper and stashing them in his pockets.

Once he was happy with everything Cole took off out the building they had stashed their stuff in and down the street. Cole began firing confetti all over the place...........at people, at buildings, all they while laughing his head off. It was going to be a fun day.

[member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Rel Connory"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

It had been hard to smuggle these things onto the planet, but the big Valkyri could wear a big coat, barely able to conceal his weaponry. It had been uncomfortable, but worth it.

As [member="Ijaat Mereel"] charged forth, so did Cabur. He was wearing a [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] mask, he thought it only fitting, as a Valkyri he should wear the mask of a fellow Valkyri, especially one of such high standing as the Grandmaster of the Jedi himself!

Cabur imediately went to work, firing toilet paper grenades from the fully automatic launcher and confetti shells from his shotgun. He was charging straight for the Temple, determined to get to the Jedi Council Chamers.

"SURPRIISE!" he shouted through gritted teeth, whilst keeping the party horn he had in his mouth. After the word was shouted, he kept repeatedly blowing into the party horn as hard as he could, a massive grin on his face. The flight of the Mando'ade had commenced.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-cFTQQ4AbE

 

[Akio Diachi]

Akio sat in his meditative state in the halls, just enjoying the bliss of the universe. He could hear the wind whispering between the tree, the singing of the stars, the rotation of the planets and, yes even the Mandolorians who tought they were stealthy and sneaky climbing in like Fraternity kids. Who could really be dumb enough to think they could sneak up on a planet of space wuzards able to sense when a butterfly sneeze?

He could hear as much as feel them giggling like little school girls as they went about their vandalism. Then the Chiss remembered something. His eyes popped open, "Padawan?"

One of the younglings in the building came trundling up to the Monk, "Yes, Mister Diachi?"

"I believe we have offended a clan."

"Oh no, which one?"

"Clan Merel. I want to send them a reconcliation gift."

"You mean Mereel? Or Merill, sir?"

"No, Merel. I want you to find one and give them this rare solvent, it shall cure all pains caused by slights both perceived and fake, self-inflicted and done by others."

"Oh, of course sir."

The youngling trotted away and Akio resumed his meditation. You had to keep the Mandolorians happy, right?

No, they had insulted him and Clan Merel's honor

 

[Kenrath]

As Cole ran around hooting, hollering, and shooting confetti everywhere he skidded to a halt noticing a Cantina up ahead. Cole smiled.

"Well well well what do we have hear looks like kitty get's to tie one on."

At least Cole thought the mask kinda looked like a cat............truthfully he wasn't sure. Cole grabbed one of the rolls of toilet paper he had tucked away and launch it up so that it unrolled covering a good portion of the outside entrance of the place before making his way inside.

Cole then burst through the door shooting confetti all over the room shouting and laughing.

"Hands in the air........................"

Cole paused for just a brief moment before continuing.

"...................and wave them in the air like you just don't care."

[member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Rel Connory"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]