War & Gamble (Mandalorian Dominion of Vorzyd)

[Strider Garon]

VORZYD IV​

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The Mandalorian forces had conquered most of the Vorzyd system with out opposition. It was Vorzyd IV that was proving to be difficult to subdue for a force with boundless amounts of resources has been playing puppet master and flooding the planet with resistance. The Vorzyd standing army and navy was annihilated with in the first few hours of battle but now the mandalorians were in a frustrating battle against multiple resistance factions and urban gorilla fighters. It seemed that the industrial world was not going to fall easily and who ever had been funding this factions had an extreme interest in making sure the Mandalorian Expansion would not go un-harassed.

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VORZYD V​

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Vorzyd V had been the most hospitable to the Mandalorian occupation and had peacefully agreed to joining the United Clans of Mandalore. The planet has been a staging area for the ongoing battle on her sister planet Vorzyd IV. The planet also provided the Mandalorians and their allies an area to debrief themselves after combat missions with in the system. The Casinos and other exotic luxuries were the hot spot and with the influx of military personal business was booming for the Citizens of Vorzyd V. This was a place to relax, recover before heading back on tour.

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[Countess Calum Teramo]

Wondering as she had been on the ground for some time now. This style of fighting was eating up man power to say the less. Then again there wasn't any other way to do this. If we wanted most of the factories in tack, along with the buildings. The less big bombs they had to use the better it was on profit making of this here little planet.

As always she was strap and ready to go for the daily pounding. As she took her team to a part of the city that was giving them the most problem. It wasn't the first time they was in this part of the city it seem for some reason this place was like flees and just breed these kind of low lives. Comlink was open on the private channel.

"Morning Vod, I hope you had a share of getting a few winks last night."

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Harley had heard of bounty, and that bounty was here. It appealed to her, as it mentioned the use of pike and heads. Though she knew getting close, to a mandalorian would be hard work. She knew they were interested in this planet, for it`s factories. So she figured that her best bet, was to go to one and wait for them to come to her. She also new they liked there slimy lizards, so the force would not be that good. So she kept couple of toys on her for this, though she hoped not have to use them. She planned on using the very nature of factory against them when they came for it. It had high yield explosives in there, and raw materials to make more bombs in as well. The factory works had abandoned the factory, and joined the local militias to defend their world from these thugs. Personally she liked the mandalorian tactics and thought the sith code learn a lot from them, such as making worlds uninhabitable. Something she planned to learn how to do later, but for now she was going to be happy with few scalpels.

[member="Countess Calum Teramo"][member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Kal Kandossii]

Kal Kandossii was laying in a ditch on the side of the street. The corner of Hail and Veritas had become a shooting gallery. Just ahead was a food mart store where one of the local militias had holed up. The windows were barricaded from within and the doors were guarded by shooters.

But that wasn't why Kal found himself half buried in the mud. On several rooftops were snipers. But he couldn't see them. On the road three meters away lay a dead vod name Yarik who had been hit in the throat, just under his buy'ce. He died where he fell while his brothers fell back all of them wounded.

Kal and the Beskar'ad volunteered to root out the snipers. Kal, not being a sniper, volunteered to be the bait to draw fire to himself. He was just waiting for his vode to tell hm they were in place before he began his crazed run.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

VORZYD IV

How intelligent was it for a 4 months pregnant Epicanthix to be on Vorzyd IV? Dressed in her Myriad Singlet over top of her engineer's armourweave jumpsuit, Aditya had slung her tool belt under her growing waist and rushed across an alley toward the next factory over. The CEO of her own Atrisian based companies, Aditya had more than a casual interest in the factories of the Vorzyd Sector from a manufacturing standpoint. From a new Mandalorian standpoint, the woman knew her lover [member="Preliat Mantis"]' people would need an engineer on the ground.

Coming from the hot repair of a war droid and the reintegration of external shields on one of the drop ships, Aditya took the chance to breathe and pulled her goggles off her eyes. Rubbing the back of her hand across her eyes, Aditya pinched her nose and shook her head before putting the goggles back on. Sliding along the wall, Aditya could hear voices.

"Where'd that squad get to?"

"Darn if I know, man. These Mandos are crazy."

"Hey, Louie's spotted another Mando from his perch on the old Bridge factory. Did you hear? Thad got one in the throat. Killer shot."

"Killer shot? Haha your stand up ain't nothing, dude."

Aditya slid along the wall as the voices got louder. Biting her lip, she pulled out her Naboo-designed blaster pistol and took a deep breath. The two walked into her field of vision, and Aditya fired twice into each one. They fell before they could sound an alarm, or so the Epicanthix thought.

Opening her comm link to the Mandalorians on Vorzyd IV ([member="Kal Kandossii"] [member="Harley"] etc), Aditya whispered. "I got intel there may be a sniper on the old Bridge factory. Anyone know which factory that one is?" Holstering her blaster, Aditya crept to the side door of the factory she'd been trying to get to and set herself to the task of picking the electride-lock.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

VORZYD IV


The knife felt heavy in his hands- weighted on both ends. Allowed for good throwing and for good fighting against larger blades, especially lightsabers. It was also good for slicing open throats. Preliat didn't carry anything else besides the tomahawk in the knife. He'd figured he'd only be doing recon. Now, he felt more like a panther. Stalking up on the sniper that had shot a few Mandalorians nearby. Little did he know, that it was the same that [member="Aditya Amadis"] was inquiring about. Preliat had gone dead silent in his comms and his location- he feared the enemy's listening devices, if they had any.


Preliat had stalked the sniper for the past half a mile or so, and his suspicions were confirmed when the sniper began to fire his rifle from the top of an old factory near a bridge. Preliat scampered up the same way that the sniper did, deadly quiet and lethally focused. He pointed the knife downward, and waited until the sniper was zen-focused in his next shot. The sniper opened up the radio, trying to relay information, before he felt a hand around his face.


Then, he began to scream.



Preliat waited until he opened the radio to kill him. He wasn't quick about it- he took his time slaughtering the man. He stabbed him repeatedly in the chest, the sound of tearing skin and clothing echoing in the radio that the sniper had. He didn't know who it was broadcasting to, but it was broadcasting to enough to do some psychological damage. Preliat continued to stab and cut the man, partially enjoying the fact that the enemy was probably now either terrified or coming to get him. Preliat avoided stabbing him in the lungs, so he could continue to groan and beg for mercy. Preliat wrapped his hands around his throat, and began to press downwards. Crushgaunts and pounds upon pounds of armor descended on his windpipe and cut the supply of blood to the near-human's brain. He choked him violently, before there was a quick sound that sounded similar to a twig, a small one, bending and then breaking.


Preliat stood up, and threw the sniper off of the edge of the building. Blood and bones slamming into concrete was not a pretty sound either. He kicked the radio down with it, a cheap piece of tech that was best suited to men of cheap calibre.



He finally opened his comms, unaware that Aditya had been standing near two radios on two dead men who probably received that transmission as well.



"Snipers down."

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Who would be at [member="Kal Kandossii"] 's back in his time of need? Why, the little thirteen year old Ginnie Ordo, of course. Not old enough for gambling but old enough for violence and bloodshed, Ginnie hustled to her position and hunkered down. She put her audio scanners on full, compensating for her natural deafness with the clever design of her Buy'ce. The noise filtering in was one big mess, Ginnie began to work on cleaning out the different frequencies and wavelengths bursting around the area.

"Ginnie Ordo in position, Kal." The clicks and murmurs of the militia were coming into her aural focus. She concentrated on metalic clicks, unnatural sounds and finally found the tell-tale sound of a sniper rifle being primed. "Sniper 1 located. Moving into position."

The child scampered quietly to the next position and readied her rifle. "Visual contact made. Awaiting order."

In a flash the sounds changed. [member="Preliat Mantis"] ' killing of the sniper hit Ginnie upside the head like the worst of bad dreams, the child nearly puked in her buy'ce. "M-moving target. . . " Ginnie searched for another target, her lips pressed firmly together.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

"Gawsh you're heavier than you look." Aditya heaved and pulled at one of the corpses, his boots passing the threshold of the shut down factory as the scream seized the man's comm. The woman froze, glaring up at the doorway as it slid shut. No one had followed her so far and both bodies laid on the ground inside. The scream.

The scream continued and soared into a roar of agony. It tempered the air until it buzzed the comm's magnitude with the engrossing and despicable sonata of a cruel tortuous death. Aditya's back hit the wall as the groaning and gurgling mess of sound continued to surge through the comm. Slapping both hands across her mouth, she bit into her index finger as her lungs began to hyperventilate in horror.

Whoever was killing the man on the commlink was a monster. A demon of such insidious nature Aditya could do nothing but slide to the ground and stare at the dead man's chest. Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook.

And then [member="Preliat Mantis"] ' voice came out of both her comm and the dead man's.

"Nnngh." Aditya shut off her comm and threw her goggles off her head to make it harder for the Mandalorians to hear the squeal that shrieked out of her covered mouth. He'd warned her he was a monster, that he did things others wouldn't dare. As the sound of a body hitting concrete slapped through the comm, Aditya panicked and crawled away from the bodies of the men she'd killed and grabbed her goggles.

Putting them back on, Aditya's voice pushed through gasping inhales to the private line she'd set up for Preliat. "P-p-please don't be on that roof." She whispered, already knowing her pleading wouldn't change what she'd heard. Glancing around to the factory, Aditya listened to the stunned chatter from the Vorzyd Militia.

"Preliat, th'there's ah. . there's a four person squad angling around to come up behind [member="Kal Kandossii"] and the others." Shutting her eyes, Aditya tried to focus on calming her breath or ceasing the nervous jitters that had seized her as she put a hand to her belly.

Was their unborn baby girl going to be her father's daughter?

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat glanced down to the sniper rifle when [member="Aditya Amadis"] spoke. He laid on the roof where the sniper was, and poked the barrel through the hidey hole. A few quick calibrations and scope adjustments later, and his sights were set on a trooper heading for [member="Kal Kandossii"] and the others that were with him. Preliat loaded a slug into the rifle. Slugthrowers. Barbaric. And fitting. He paced his breathing, dropping his helmet to his side. He stopped breathing after a while, and tracked the round about three or four feet in front of the moving man. He moved behind a wall- but he knew that if the thing could bump through beskar, why not a thin wall?


The man didn't feel the round entering his neck. Because the round tore off the majority of his head as well, killing him instantly. Preliat slipped his helmet back on and barked into it.


"LOOK ALIVE! THREE CONTACTS AT YOUR SIX!"His voice screamed directly to [member="Ginnie Ordo"] and to [member="Kal Kandossii"]. One of which, he would mourn if they died.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

As she sat in the factory, Aditya was bathed in the low filtered light and the sound coming from her comms. With nothing to repair and no calls for an engineer, Aditya continued holing herself up in the factory with the enemy comm feeding her and the Mandalorians through her with the troop movements from Vorzyd IV.

The efficiency of [member="Preliat Mantis"] ' shift from one kill to another was as unapologetic as his shot had been accurate. Aditya crept with the enemy commlink to a computer panel and flicked it on. Would the computer clue someone in to Aditya's location? Maybe. But Aditya hoped the commlink's transponder code would make the Militia think it was one of them for at least a few more minutes. Hacking into the grid would take time, but if the Mandalorians were any indication they'd buy her the time. Keeping her comm locked onto only Preliat's signal (hoping that the narrow focus would keep her position hidden even longer), she started reading out pertinent information. "There's a back tunnel to the food mart. They're prepping to move location to a munitions factory three blocks southeast. I'm hearing eight different voices, but there's a lot of shoes and scuffling so I'm gonna guess more. . . oh."

The shock was wearing off. After all, the Mandalorians were conquering this sector. How could they do that without resistance? "Preliat? I'm in the munitions factory." Through the sounds of Preliat's comm, a series of scuffling feet and the yell of a male voice burst forth with the sounds of blaster fire and a body hitting the floor. "I got the scout. I can rig the munitions factory to blow, or barricade it from the inside. What do you want me to do?"

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Harley was wandering around the factory, when she saw a new toy she had never seen before. It was something called a disruptor cannon, made some people called a zabrak. She then began to stroke it, she liked the feel of smooth cannon. She then mounted it on her shoulder, the weight of it was not that bad. She could not wait to fire it, and see how the much vaunted beskar held up against it. Oh boy was she going to give those pudding a bad day, when they find her. She then looked for somewhere to hide for when these pando`s come along.

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I decide to try and put this weapon through factory, here is a link

[member="Aditya Amadis"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Ginnie Ordo"][member="Kal Kandossii"][member="Countess Calum Teramo"][member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Vorzyd IV

Anastasia had always been good at hiding herself and keeping secrets. While others thought that was a bad thing she found it useful at times. This was one of those times where people believed she was with them. All she was doing was gathering Intel and gaining their trust in hopes of ending all of this peaceful.

The last thing the Mandalorians needed was more cleanup on this planet. There was enough as it was and keeping structures intact also meant the citizens were likely to be more cooperative. It's not like they were planning to become warlords when they took the planet, Azrael wasn't like that at all.They were expanding their territory was all and protecting them.

Dressed in fatigue clothes she sat in the makeshift meeting room with the "rebels" listening to the leader speak about what the next move was going to be. They really were not that organized and she wasn't sure why they were rebelling. This she wanted to find out. If Ana could she wanted to negotiate with the people here.

 

[Kila Cadau]

Vorzyd IV

Kila was in one of the two positions where she did the most damage to the opposition. The first was on the front lines, at least until she went up against a Sith Knight or Master - then she promptly became less useful and probably injured. The second, which was where she was now, was a decent distance away with a sniper rifle and the long range scanners in her helmet (well, long range compared to what she normally used, anyway).

The longer-than-normal-range scanners picked up irregular movement in the factory. Frowning slightly underneath her visor, she opened a channel to [member="Aditya Amadis"]. "There's a combatant nearing your position, Aditya. Can't tell much, but don't be surprised if it shows up soon."

[member="Harley"]

 

[Muad Dib]

When is war a cake walk? When you are fighting a resistance cell in a bakery converted to the headquarters of a local militia. They were armed with blasters and melee weapons believing they were a match to those who were invading. Of course when an outside force manipulates you into believing your cause is just and your righteous anger will aid you in cutting down the infidel ... well death usually follows.

As a group of riflemen were preparing to fire through a front window that had been swiftly barricaded by benches within the Mad Knight was crouched by a near wrecked land speeder. Through the force he felt the beings in the bakery and turned his glowing blue eyes at the boards hiding the soon to be enemy combatants.

Rising he used the force to strengthen his body as he ran full out to the storefront. .Leaping through the air he burst through the hastily barricaded window. Boards and militia went flying and as Muad Dib rolled through the store he sprang to his feet igniting his blue lightsaber and spun slicing through three figures.

As the other five members brought their rifles to bear Muad kicked the upper body of a militia man, whom he had sliced in half at the waist, at three of them in a cluster. His blade twirled and deflected a blaster bolt back into the throat of a fourth who fell with a charred mess where smooth skin once was.

The fifth charged Muad with a roar. The bull shaped man hit the sith around the waist and lifted him and charged against the wall. Muad force threw his lightsaber at the three with accuracy despite being rammed into the wall a second later.

The three militia in a group were sliced apart by the twirling blade.

Muad felt a pop in his chest, despite the sith armor he wore, and glared down with a roar leaving his lips. Bringing both fists up he boxed the man's ears causing his equilibrium to swim. Then he drove his thumbs into th man's eyes. As the man fell back screaming Muad advanced, his right pulling his curved knife from it's sheath in a reverse grip and sliced across the man's lower belly.

The blinded bull of a man fell back as his innards escaped from the wound. Wiping his knife clean he sheathed it and collected his lightsaber as the man lay on the ground crying. Muad paused at the counter and reached in grabbing a muffin that had blood splatter on it. Blowing on the top, and failing to remove any of the blood, Muad then took a bite.

"Mmmm, good."

He then jumped out onto the street and continued along to fight with the mandalorians.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Location: Vorzyd IV; Urban Complex
Allies: Mandalorians; [member="Arla Balor"]

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...the world of Vorzyd IV was an industrial planet of sprawling manufacturing facilities and urban environments. The natives of Vorzyd IV were known to be a generally serious lot so it's little wonder they took the intrusion of the Mandalorians badly. On the other hand there was a faction native to Vorzyd IV which had attempted to change the world, they'd wanted to change the perspective of the others, likely another potential faction that would resist the Mandalorians. They knew to expect resistance when arriving on Vorzyd IV and he had arrived several days prior to the main Mandalorian force to integrate and complete some basic reconnaissance. Now that Field Marshall Strider Garon had arrived with the Mandalorian forces he could act openly...

...Naimes had synched up with the Vode meant to be his contact, Arla Balor, on the outskirts of one such urban threshold and after brief introductions he had lead her across the landscape into a ghetto complex that served as low end living quarters for the workers of Vorzyd IV. He'd been watching, observing, the area for several days now and knew the lay out and locations of several rally points that the resistance would use. Moving several feet ahead of Arla he would have taken her into the complex, a maze of corridors and rooms, before drawing his left hand backwards and motioning for her to stop. Ahead of them were corridors but stretching further was their first objective...

...kneeling down Naimes would have unshouldered the -Kath Hound- Shotgun that he carried before making a preliminary scan of it, a weapons check to ensure everything was operational, while looking back at Arla..."Now would be the time to check your weapons. You might not get a second chance."...he knew she was a seasoned soldier as well, Naimes was merely used to offering advice, in this case his words were meant more as a reminder. Aside from his Shotgun he also carried a Fett Kal Trenchknife, buried in a sheath on his right calf and a MM-27 -Charging Rhyno-, a variety of ordnance that suited his purpose to varying degrees...

...the Beskar'gam that Naimes wore had a black matte finish ensuring that he would blend in with the darkness or the dim light of a background more easily and came outfitted with several perks including various modes of vision which he used to aid him. Adjusting his helms vision to infrared mode Naime's would use it to ensure there were no sentries down the hall they would need to proceed down when peeking around from cover and once he had had done that he would move to suck close to the wall of the corridor they occupied again. Looking at her he'd have said..."No hostiles sighted. I'll take point. Stay low and out of sight. Snipers are watching."...it'd already come over comms that one sniper was down, just one, there were plenty more though and it would be foolhardy to chance letting any number of hidden enemies make eyes on them...​

 

[Riggs]

In the skies above Vorzyd IV flew an assortment of shuttles and uglies, fighters cobbled together from several different sources. They flew together but without any kind of order or formation to where new shuttles were landing to discharge more mando'ade to the ground to rout the resistance. As they closed in on the open plaza where the mandos were disgorging from the ships they prepared to fire.

A voice came over the mandalorian channel. "Landing shuttles in Plaza B, prepare for hostiles to fire on you. Don't worry vode, The Holy Order are about to engage the enemy ships."

The Holy Order was a squadron of Vhe'viin interceptors led by Marev Priest. Their name came about as a joke about Priest, their commander, leading his fighters into battle with such a ferocity that it had been commented that the fervor of their combat was as if they were on a holy crusade led by a Priest. The name stuck, the enemies did not.

Swooping from the skies the squadron dove to street level, following the terrain and flashing past hot zones in three separate flights. Marev gritted his teeth as he led first flight. "Pull up as we hit the plaza and fire up at the hostiles. Remember we don't want anymore collateral damage then necessary and this will put our missiles upward so if any of you do miss, and you shouldn't by god, we won't take out any buildings. Remember set your first salvo on proximity fuses cause in atmosphere the payloads expand more then in space. After our initial contact break by pairs and engage."

Several clicks and yes sirs echoed their comm. Then moments later they hit the plaza and Marev pulled back on the stick with his right as his left pulled back on the throttle. "FIRE!" Twenty four paired missiles flew up into the enemy exploding either against ships and fighters or just as they passed them. The rain of shrapel and burning wreckage of no less then eighteen hostiles fell from the skies as the vhe'viin fighters broke into pairs and attacked with, what many called, religious zeal.

Marev and Holy two curved through the hostiles as Priest hit the left rudder had that turned the fighter tightly to swing behind three uglies still headed for the plaza. Even with his inertial compensator dialed up he still felt the effects of the g-force pulling the blood away from his arms, legs, and head.

The tight turn put him directly behind the three, holy two nigh on his wing nearly pulling off the maneuver as well as the squadron leader. Linking his dual lasers cannons and dual blaster cannons to fire in rotation Marez blasted the center ship into a flaming ball of wreckage before following the left one into the sky by pulling back on the joystick. The uglie never had a chance to escape before they were hit and trailed smoke in an arc where it plowed into an open field of green that had once been a park and was now a memorial for the hapless pilot. Holy two eliminated her target a moment later.

Turning their vhe'viin back into the fray Marev kept an eye on his pilots while opening a channel to the ground troops. "If any vode need aerial support let us now. Priest out." Then the two were back in the fray.

 

[Arla Ordo]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Vorzyd: Urban Complex[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A new partner for this endeavor a man she knew nothing about, and all she needed to know right now he was on their side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Here she was in battle again. How many now had they been in she couldn’t remember. She only remembered the last time, she remembered Empress Teta and all that had happened there. She was concerned that once again she would not have the knowledge needed to fight an enemy that came across as superior. Lost in her thoughts she heard Naimes speak to her. She nodded yes time to look today she carried the MT-14 Heavy blaster pistol given to her by Ordo, and a mandalorian assault rifle. She was a pretty good shot Arrbi had taught her to handle most weapons.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She was on her knees checking her weapons she didn’t mind him reminding her it was good to have someone that would. Then they were moving, hand signals were a must to keep down the chatter. She followed his lead.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Arla’s armor was black with purple markings. She was still in the process of having many of its features updated but it still did what she needed and kept her in communication with all of the Vod. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She had heard the report on the sniper shaking her head one down only one how many more were there. She nodded to Naimes to let him know she heard, she was ready and that he was on point.. She would belly crawl if she had to, she knew snipers they could be anywhere. High, or low. High was better a shooter can see more, and traditionally it was the upper hand to be on the high ground.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Deep breath she reminded herself. Before she moved she said a little prayer, but it was time now, time to be a soldier.[/SIZE]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

The message from [member="Preliat Mantis"] came through Ginnie's Buy'ce and the thirteen year old Mando'ad swerved around. Her enhanced audio receptors triangulated the echoing punctuation of moving soldiers coming toward [member="Kal Kandossii"] 's Six. Couldn't let that happen, not when there was still one more sniper about.

Ginnie ran for the street corner and readied her blaster carbine, revealing herself and firing once the footsteps were thundering clangs in her helmet of Black Iron. The third guy got shots off, whizzing by her head they nearly slapped into her but the girl was smaller than the scores of adults fighting in the place. Their bodies went down and Ginnie ran for them, checking for life signs and pulling ammo out of pockets. Just in case, her mind thought, just in case one of her fellow vode got low on munitions. Tugging the pistols, rifles and energy cells into a knapsack she yanked from the back of a dead man, Ginnie rushed back to the others like [member="Muad Dib"] and Kal.

"Field Marshal Mantis, threat to our Six is neutralized. Awaiting orders."

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Aditya Fitz-Kerke, Senior Prefect of Atrisia, CEO of the Imperial Shipworks, Mechanical and Chemical Engineer was holed up in a munitions factory. Had it not been for the brutal killing her lover [member="Preliat Mantis"] committed minutes before (heard by her on the poor sod she'd killed), Aditya would be giggling wildly. Finally some place the Beskar-less convert to Mandalorian ways could show her talents off.

"Candy land, suckers. Someone get me a lollipop." Given twenty minutes and a heavy lifter, Aditya could create all manner of useful things in the factory. Generally a non-combattant, the pregnant Epicanthix had begun rigging timers on each of the doors and hallways leading to her spot by the facility's main computer bay. A box of assorted grenades sat beside her, her blaster pistol had been put back in its hip holster in favour of a scary looking, but light enough for her to carry automatic blaster rifle, and Aditya was putting the last touches on a series of blasters set up with an automatic trigger. "Switch the blue wire, carry the six. . . annddd. . . . " Connecting the transponder from one of her spare comm links (hey if she's running repairs for the Mandalorians, she might as well be prepared to reset communications if need be), she tapped the transponder inline to avoid the grizzly mistake of having the automatic blasters fire on her own people.

When [member="Kila Cadau"] 's comm came in, Aditya flicked her channel and took her fingers off the computer's console. "Roger that, Rally Master Cadau. You keeping an eye on me? How kind! Appreciate it. Tell me, where do our boys and girls need the most extra fire power? I'm making new armaments and jerry rigging munitions bombs faster than Preliat got me pregnant. Where'll they do the most good? Anyone need breaching charges?"

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Harley was peering out window, when she saw [member="Ginnie Ordo"] she was near some other mandalorians. She decide it was time to show a little girl what war was, she decide to just scare her. She took aim with the disruptor cannon, she was not aiming for the girl she was aiming at. She was aiming at one her team mates near by, the targeting computer kicked in and locked on. She could hear so swirling noise as the the barrel of the cannon, moved slightly to zero in on it`s target. Then almighty BOOM could be heard, when it struck it mark on one the mandalorians. He instantly blow up, and all his body parts were turned to dust as they sprayed over his near by companions. She chuckled a little and shouted ​YOU SHOULD KEPT YOUR HEAD DOWN PANDO! As she did she accidentally fired again, this time it struck a building, some debri came falling down towards the vod. She said to herself Ooops, then light on the cannon came on and it bleeped. The light indicated low power, Oh feck, how do change the ammo on this damn thing. She head back into the factory, to find new power supply for the weapon.

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no intention killing any you, just thought mix it up a little bit by killing an npc