What have we here?

[Shery deWinter]

Humming and soft footsteps could be heard in the darkness. A long finger, crooked and yellow, ran along the walls of the cell as the hum resumed. Five steps to every direction, four different directions. A fifth and a sixth to break the repetitive pattern.

There had been no mercy in this darkness. There was none she could expect. These wars had raged on for long, long before much of her family lost consciousness to the virus that had taken the galaxy over. Over the centuries she could recall various attacks.

The corners of her dry lips curled into a smile as she recalled the time she had shoved her arm up on of the Mandalorian women, yanking out the child that had been growing in her womb. The blood had smelled glorious, and victory had been hers.

Another memory came to mind, the first time she had been captured by them. Her spine still bore the scars of that one, when her vertebrae had been pulled together with strings, calling upon unimaginable pain. An entire world had paid for that one, though any mention of it had carefully been erased from the history books.

More such encounters had decorated history, history that meant nothing to none but those involved.

And here she was now, captured so many years ago, yet for the first time placed where she could not call upon the Force. The little lizards had made certain of it, blocking it all. No dreams, no visions, no communication.

It was maddening.

More than once had she thought that she would break. Torture sessions were part of the norm. But the woman had more in her left. She had screamed until her throat was raw and swollen. She had cried until it dehydrated her body. At times, she lost her sanity, or what little remained of it.

Was she mad now?

That was certainly a possibility, she mused as she resumed her little hum. But one thing was certain - they had not killed her, and she doubted they planned to do so soon. Her death would, most likely, end the wars that had plagued the clans and her blood alike over history. What hatred and racism she had instilled in her offspring had taken the form of distant dislike, lacking the passion to eradicate an entire future.

In that, she had failed her children, her legacy.

Day or night outside, there was no way for her to know. Releasing her nails from the wall and her feet from the floor, she sat down on the poor excuse of fabric that masqueraded as her sleeping cot.

All her guards would hear now was the thin cackle that went on and on.




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DEWINTER SIDE
@Shery deWinter
[member="Asteria deWinter"]
[member="Cameron Centurion"]
[member="Arturious Engel"]
[member="Lauda Cavataio"]
[member="sabrina"]
[member="Countess of Báthory"]


MANDALORIAN SIDE
[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Daichi"]
[member="Azrael"]​

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee had heard of [member="Shery deWinter"]s from one of her operatives, she after way embarrassing the mandalorians for refusing her help. She had been run off mandalore, by their leader decree. She wanted to hurt them, but she also wanted back in. She hoped to prove herself strong enough, that she worth letting back in. As she make better ally than an enemy.

She used her personal ship to get planet bound, and she had the other layers of red legion armour on. Though underneath it, she wore her phrik armour weave. She disembarked her ship, which remained cloaked and on high alert. It would not take her too long to get to the prison complex, their she have to figure out where this prisoner was.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat stared. And stared. At the door for [member="Shery deWinter"]'s cell. He nodded. And the door opened. And in stepped, the most violent, savage, and brutal Mandalorian. Even Basaba was more civilized than he. He stared at the girl for a long while, before slamming his crushgaunt-adorned fist on the cell wall.

"Cease your cackling."

He had been called for protection detail, specifically. And he couldn't blame them- Shery was a dangerous person. He snarled, and looked down at her. She'd know the dangers of trying anything with Preliat, and his prowess with the Beskar tomahawk that rested on his left upper bicep, was becoming more well known. He smirked down at Shery, shaking his head.

"Pathetic. I expected far more from you."

 

[Shery deWinter]

She counted to three in her head before she ceased the cackling once the order had come, though her cracked lips remained curled in dry smile.

"I am not at my best," she said with a simple shrug, waving her left arm as if welcoming her into her abode, "would you like to pull my nails out again? They have become quite long this year, although I believe that three year record record you savages set a few decades ago remains unbroken."

Giving him jazz soul fingers with her long yellow nails, the cackle returned.


[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Myrkr; Gulag Prison
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Everyone Else

​

​

...there sat Garrus Garon on a bench that lined one side of a corridor down in the depths of the gulag prisoner where various enemies of the United Mandalorian Clans were kept. He was quiet as he sat on the bench shifting only when it seemed he had become slightly uncomfortable. The Beskar'gam he wore was a massive, heavy, suit of armor that made Garrus appear similar to an armored behemoth but the Warrior was strong enough to bare its burden with only an after thought. At the moment his helmet was removed, sitting next to him, and he held a flask in his left hand which he'd raise to his mouth and take a drink from before exhaling a satisfying sigh...

...Garrus volunteered for these details knowing that most others didn't enjoy them however the Warrior didn't seem to mind, the extra element of potential danger kept him on his toes even though he appeared outwardly indifferent, which saw him granted his requests more often than not. He didn't often patrol the corridors leading towards the prison cells and isolation wings preferring to take a seat near the turbolift shifts that lead to the surface which is exactly where he was now...

...if the turbolift started to descend Garrus would know and if he radioed and didn't receive the proper authorization his first order of business would have been to fire the micro grenade launcher mounted on the right arm of his armor into the turbolift shaft. It was likely whatever was on the other end of that blast would either be incapacitated or worse for wear then. Regardless when everything was quiet, like now seeing as how he wasn't listening to the cackling come from the cells elsewhere, he merely sat and enjoying drinking from his flask. Now that his shotglass was gone, traded in an auction, the flask was what he drank from and he was especially fond of it...

...what else? Well he wore a large Beskad on his back, the hilt extending up over his right shoulder, and a Vornskr Mark 8 Scattergun was set across his lap from thigh to thigh where it remained in easy reach. Gazing across to the other side of the corridor Garrus was looking at a containment tube lining the wall with a ysalamir inside of it, this facility was loaded with them not to mention the planet of Mykyr itself, it seemed to deaden his senses just a tad but he didn't seem to mind as he continued watching it...​

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Myrkr, Gulag Prison
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Shery deWinter"] @Anyone else (You Know Who You Are)

In the wasteland from the last attack on Myrkr by windowlicking Sith, Nolan was planting trip mines. Frocebreaker grenade mines, primed and tethered to another in strategic locations where someone was most likely to pass through. Kable was off doing something else. Nolan had placed at least one bandolier full so far and was working on another bandolier. His jetpack had been replaced with a napsack containing a Ysalmri. He named the little reptile Bob.

Hold tight Bob, we're almost done then we can head back to the others.

Hey Kable, he called over a private comm, You almost done yet? I'm heading back now.

Nolan walked back to the main/only entrance into the prison, unslinging his River rifle, Nolan waved to the patrolling vod.

Hey Tom, how's it hangin'?

 

[Kable Detta]

Location: Surface of Myrkr
Allies: Mandolorians
Enemies: Everyone else


Rally Master Kable Detta answered the call for a security stint on Myrkr. Intelligence reports had indicated that a high profile prisoner was potentially going to be rescued. He had served on Myrkr before and was highly qualified for the job.

There was only one way down into the prison, it was a lift that went down into the depths of the planet. The lift itself was heavily guarded by Mandalorian Patrols, bio-metric scanners, advanced survailence systems, and of course, it was shrouded from the Force.


Kable was topside at the moment. Reports came in of an unidentified life form on the planet surface. The orbital fleet hadn't picked up any incoming ships on their scanners, which suggested an infiltration or some other form of foul play.

Kable was en route to investigate and apprehend.


He comm'd [member="Garrus Garon"] who was down below in the bowels of the prison. <Garrus, heads up. We have company. I'm going to check it out.>
Next he comm'd his brother <Nolan, on me, we have an intruder. Let's go say hello> @Nolan Detta

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Shery deWinter"] was testing the Mandalorians patience. He was not like everyone else here, he would honestly kill her. He loomed over her, and then snarled like the wolf he was. His hands lashed out, as if he was about to rip her apart, but they barely came from his sides. He grimaced, and leaned down to face her.

"The only thing I would pull from you is your spine. And contrary to popular belief, the Mandalorians are not savages."Brown eyes flickered in rage."I am the savage."

 

[Shery deWinter]

She did not even respond to his lashing out, remaining seated upon her cot, doing the jazz fingers. She found it almost unbearably cute to see him angry as such when all she had said were but a few small words. Truly, she did not even recognize him. Perhaps her ability to piss people off without relying on the Force had improved. She would have to send the head-Mando a thank you note for that lesson if she ever got out of here.

"Your people have already tried spine pulling on me," she said, "took a few centuries after that before you captured me again. Now why don't you run along like a good little beast back to your commander? I find your company utterly boring."

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Asteria deWinter]

Location: Red Lady, Coruscant
Allies: [member="Cameron Centurion"], [member="Arturious Engel"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Countess of Báthory"], [member="Lauda Cavataio"]
Enemies: All those Mandalorians that are totally eww.

This place, this world, this galaxy. It was all so different. After she had left her resting place, Asteria had traveled through the galaxy. She had gone from one home to the next, finding how much everything had changed. The basics had remained. Spira was still a resort world, Coruscant was still the life of the galaxy. But underneath the layers, it was all different, unrecognizable. Or perhaps that was here. Even when she looked now into the mirror, Asteria saw herself, her long blonde hair and her turquoise colored irises and yet she didn't see her. Everything felt so alien around her, even herself and her sister. Of course, Asteria was full of aware of things, of memories, of people she lacked and found again. And yet, as Nessarose had become so detached, she too found in time that something was missing to make her whole again.

Her new assistant, whom she kept calling Jessa even though the girl kept reminding her it wasn't her name tried to get her attention but instead, she got a simple command: "Out." She didn't need to be told twice and left her alone. On her own, Asteria moved to the couch and lay down, concentrating. She knew what it was that bothered her so. She was alone. Even with Nessarose and Cameron, she was a member of a big family. Her parents, aunts and uncles, even... as much as she hated to admit this... her half-siblings and the mudbabies. When they were all there, she had the freedom to love or hate them but they were there, their presences came alive through the Force. But now, it was empty. Since she had returned, she had felt a few other signatures but without further investigation, at these distances, she couldn't pinpoint who it was exactly. And yet, this loud galaxy still felt completely empty. And Asteria deWinter needed both her love and hate. It was what drove her through the world, empowered her. But without one or the other, there was just a big hole inside her. One that couldn't just be filled...

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Location: Myrkr, Gulag Prison
Allies: @Garrus Garon @Kable Detta @Preliat Mantis @Nolan Detta [member="Garrus Garon"]
Enemies: @Darth Banshee @Shery deWinter [member="Asteria deWinter"]

Coming to the the grips of the reality of things. Just what was someone like her doing on a planet like this. Yes learning everything she did now always had a listen of learning. Just what would be the lesson she would learn this time. After all she was one wanting to know more about all the workings of every aspect of everyday life. This was uncharted for her to be. Making sure after she put down her ship to the prison she let the lock down of her ship that only her bio signature would open it up. Wondering through some of the prison also learning the system and the inter working. Catching on quickly as she did was the plus side of her intellect.

Working hard on making sure her section of the land mines being laid. After which time placing the last one in her full armor as she did this with helmet on. Yes this task could been done by others but some part of her need to know by watching and learning. Also, with be on the step that she to was trip wires and also other sensors that would pick up any movement. [member="Nolan Detta"] Nolan this is Calum my part in the be on the cleared field has been laid engage.

 

[Arturious Engel]

(( Ok so I have no idea when or how this scene is supposed to kick off so yeah. Sorry to break up the fun and post deleted. [member="Asteria deWinter"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Shery deWinter"].))

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Kable Detta"]

She had finally made it to out skirts of the prison complex. She slowly made her way forward keeping an eye out, for anyone near by. She new the mandalorian security systems from days in the red legion. She she learned their language when she a diplomat for them. She planed to use this to gain entry, to the prison after all she could be vod if she wanted.

She had felt her force powers get weaker as she got close to planet, this would at least play into her hands. As their would be no trained force user to detector on the planet.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Surface of Myrkr
Allies: [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Garrus Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Banshee"]

Nolan followed in behind Kable. His River rifle scanning the area. He noticed the red cloaked figure of a woman approaching, Sabrinna.


"Looks like she's gonna try and just walk right in like she owns the place." Nolan spoke to his brother over a personal comm link.

He pulled up a mini map with the locations of all of his traps. There were two near their location and one just to the left of Sabrinna's current path. He took a wide birth from Kable to give an appearance of having the upper hand with Kable and Nolan coming at her from different angles. The thing is, she was part of the Legion. Meaning she wasn't a Mandalorian. And she wouldn't have any clearance to get on planet, explains why he couldn't see her ship. And she would have no idea what was waiting for her. The entrance had guards, Bio-scanners, holo-cams and the Baddest Mando in the biz, Garrus.

 

[Kable Detta]

The HUD in Kable's buy'ce showed him on an intercept course with the unidentified intruder. He was receiving real time data, and it showed the intruder was headed for the prison. He sent the data to Nolan Detta via their secure frequency <Nolan, I'm on an intercept course with the intruder. Set up a flank and standby for contact>


Kable took a defensive position behind a large rock. The scans still showed the intruder headed his way. He would have eyes on the target in a matter of moments.
He quickly checked on his weapons. His Ripper MK II was strapped to his thigh and his L3 River Rifle was slung across his back along with his Beskad.
He held his Thermal Detonator launcher at high ready, the thermals were set to explode on impact.
He monitored his HUD as the seconds ticked by until the scans showed the intruder entering his location.


He came out from behind the rock and saw a lone figure garbed in Red Legion armor. Kable was familiar with the armor as it was the standard issue to members of the Red Legion, a battalion of Non-Mandalorians trying to earn their right to be called Mandalorians. Sure, they fight for Mand'alor, but they weren't Mandalorians yet. And here was one standing before Kable, on an intercept course for a high security prison, without clearance. Kable aslo knew that the Red Legion had never been cleared to enter Myrkr. Only specified Mandalorian warriors were cleared.
Something was up, and Kable was going to get to the bottom of it.

He shouted through his helmet speakers "HALT!" [member="Darth Banshee"]
"REMOVE YOUR HELMET AND IDENTIFY YOURSELF"
"MOVE FOR ANY WEAPONS, OR TRY TO FLEE AND YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON!"

As Kable waited for the intruder to comply, he comm'd [member="Garrus Garon"] with an update
<Garrus, be advised we have an intruder at gunpoint wearing Red Legion Armor. I'll update you when I ascertain their identity.>

Kable kept his thermal launcher trained on the intruder. It was their move. Kable hoped they made the right one...

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Myrkr; Gulag Prison
Objective: Defend the Prison
Allies: [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Nolan Detta "]and Mandalorians
Enemies: Everyone Else

​

...Garrus had remained quiet, lost in his own thoughts, after the voice of Kable Detta came over his comms the first time but the second time had roused the Warrior from his nostalgic thoughts and caused his head to swivel in the direction of the turbolift doors which remain sealed. No one was coming down here without passing Garrus first and in a fair fight with no force powers involved the odds of anyone being successful were slim to none. After he'd heard Kable's voice Garrus would remain sitting though his left hand tighten around the stock of the Vornskr Scattergun instinctively...

....Kable and Nolan would both hear Garrus voice cut across their comms at this point as the Mandalorian instructed them to..."Be cautious."...before everything went silent, momentarily, and he took a breath that was likely heard over the comms before adding..."No one unauthorized is permitted in the facility. That means Mandalorians as well as prisoners. If you conclude hostile intent restrain the intruder for processing on the upper levels."...it went without saying that this could be done on the upper levels without breaching the secure perimeter of the lower levels however Garrus wanted to ensure that he had been clear....

...once his instructions were given Garrus would went silent again before offering a suggestion..."If your intruder refuses to talk I've always found being shot in the knee tends to loosen the tongue in a pinch."...that was merely experience talking. Not only did being shot in the knee tend to disable an individual it was also extremely painful and the threat of being shot in the other knee afterwards was enough to extend the seriousness of the matter on most individuals with half a brain...​

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Deep Space
Ardent-class Frigate Arbiter
Four Days Prior to First Arrival on Myrkr

The expansive cabin that Cameron Centurion occupied was dimly lit in what, for the vessel, was the early morning hours. The well appointed quarters were bathed in the typical red lighting that most vessels used to at least give the crew the impression of a...change in time of day. Obviously, ship functions had to be carried out around the clock, so at night red lighting was used as an unobtrusive way of allowing work without disturbing the slumber of others. That being said, plenty areas of the vessel were completely dark. New technology allowed for lighting that was motion-activated. It was more a convenience than a necessity for energy conservation, however.

However, Cameron's own tranquil environment was partially disturbed by a single white light on his desk, enabling him to read reports without straining his eyes. The preceeding months had been...rife with activity. Following a trip to Kuat to, out of the kindness of his heart, deliver information to Lady Silencia, Cameron found himself much in need of time off, a reprieve. A very...fruitful trip to Onderon had been just what the doctor ordered, but nothing could last forever. There were things to set in motion on Kinooine, but he'd left soon after ensuring the process had...initiated. Cameron liked to think he left the nuts and bolts of the project in...mostly capable hands. He'd made a promise to someone regarding the wayward [member="Amorella Mae"]. Though a part of him was concerned about what had happened to the young woman, another part absorbed the loss as further proof that...such was his lot in life.

The soft rapid beeping of his terminal pulled the Sith Lord from his thoughts. Rubbing his eyes wearily. Wearily? Yes, Cameron Centurion did fatigue but it was always his own thoughts that weighed on him most. He was many things...human was chief among them, though he hid it well. Hoping for a distraction from himself, for a break, the Sith Lord surveyed the message. The more he read, however, the more he realized...no break was to be had. Leaning back in his seat, Cameron exhaled heavily. Recently...family members had been popping up all over the place. Now there was...another. A woman he'd once shared his life with though they never married. The mother of his youngest daughter and the ex-wife of a man that was, at one time, Cameron's best friend. In an age long lost when he abided friends...not just acquaintances that he maintained relationships with for personal means.

As the Sith Lord came to his feet, the aura of the dark side manifested in a dark mist that drifted from his fingertips. Leveling his silver-green gaze at the door to his cabin, the large Sith stalked towards it before practically exploding into the corridor. "Turn on these effing lights." A man dressed in the colors of Aatrox the Deceiver quickly matched the Aesir's swift pace as his long strides carried him quickly down the corridor. "Inform the bridge to set course for Myrkr, get Department Heads in the conference room in thirty minutes, and get me a secure holocom link in five."

"Yes Ae--"

Cameron interjected swiftly, mist still radiating from his hands. "Just do it." With that, Cameron's pace hastened to the point where he was but a blur moving through the corridors. The overhead lighting changed from red to white. Woe to the individual that chose not to act with haste in that instance.

Arriving in the conference room not two minutes later, the Sith Lord was greeted by an active holocom merely waiting for a frequency input. Problem was...he didn't know it off the top of his head. So, he searched public records for officials from Alderaan. Eventually, he located [member="Rianna Ordo"]'s information. The wedding hadn't exactly been...super public, but he had enough contacts within the Republic to have heard of a Jedi Master marrying a Mandalorian. Plus, thanks to information from [member="Leori Sheltrak"], he had a bit of insight into a few of the key members of the Gray or Silver or whatever-color-of-the-week Jedi. Quickly, Cameron inputed Rianna's information. Once the connection had been established, the Sith Lord did not wait for pleasantries. "Rianna. We need to talk about [member="Shery deWinter"] being held on Myrkr. I'm pressed for time and will be in hyperspace shortly. I need your help in getting her out."

As usual, Cameron made no threats. Rianna would remember what happened to Alderaan, and if she didn't want the very fabric of her personal galaxy to be ripped apart by Cameron not for vengeance, political gain, or hatred...but merely entertainment, she would at least entertain his...demand. In a brief moment of reflection, he recognized that he was in the disadvantaged position, and he didn't feel like dealing with whatever Mandalorian pride and blah, blah she might have adopted. "I'm prepared to pay if necessary. She is the mother of my youngest child and all that I have left of said child." Far as he knew, at least. "Also. I hate Myrkr, so I'd prefer this visit be as brief as possible."

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Location: Myrkr, Gulag Prison
Allies: @Nolan Detta[member="Kable Detta"][member="Garrus Garon"]
Enemies: @Darth Banshee @Shery deWinter Asteria deWinter

Making her way back to the front of the complex couldn't help but see that there had started to be a little gathering. Making herself known with out hiding anything after her little field trip. Feeling that herself being able to do something not much. It seem that her being such a newbe would get over look for a long time to come. Needing to get use to this as much as it happen she would do was ask. If nothing asked of her could do nothing but just step out of the way.

Trying to make herself better HEARD over the commlink This is Calum I have completed the task.

Wondering if anyone heard anything or even making herself clear on her commlink. Having with her was her rifle. Taking out her scope on the gun to have a look before she got to close.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Narir nassad tracyn, I ganar olaror olar to aliit garon. Ner gai is Sabrina Kotass She did not lie name for one reasons, she still had her I.D. and it was still valid. Though if she used her tittle darth banshee, they may know who she was and then kill her. She then waited with her hands up, and dropped her weapon.

She had spent alot her time with clan ordo, when she was with the mandalorians. She spent a lot time, learning the mandalorian customs. So she would not accidentally offend them, when she was being a diplomat. Though they where better days, know they seemed hell bent on war. She how ever just wanted to punish them for treating her like a cheap whore. She then removed her helmet, and smiled broadly. Showing the tips of her white teeth.

She had no I dea who these people where, she only new clan garon worked in this area. She hoped it be enough, to at least take her into the building.
[member="Kable Detta"], [member="nolan detta"]

Spoiler

do not shoot I have come here to join clan garon. My name is sabrina kotass

 

[Kable Detta]

The figure spoke flawless mandalorian, but what she said just didn't fit. Why would someone show up at a high security prison to join a clan? That made no sense at all. It raised suspicion.

She removed her helmet and Kable tensed slightly. He recognized her instantly. She was that dar'jetii spy, Sabrina A.K.A Darth banshee.
Once she had been discovered to be a spy, her face had been plastered all over Mandalorian space, and here she was. Kable's finger itched to pull the trigger, the Dettas hated the Sith more than most Mandalorians. Of all the people she could encounter, she picked the worst two.

Kable immediately comm'd [member="Garrus Garon"]
<Garrus! it's Banshee, Be alert, this could be a jailbreak.>

Next he comm'd [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]
<We have an intruder. We are bringing her back to the complex, cover us>


Finally, he comm'd his brother Nolan Dettahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3838-nolan-detta/
<Move in and cover me. I'm going to cuff her>


As he waited for his brother to respond, Kable spoke to the dar'jetti spy [member="Darth Banshee"]
"Do not move unless I order you to. You are under arrest. Follow my instructions, and you will live. Deviate in the slightest, and you will die. Move for a weapon, and you will die. Try to run, you will die. Do you understand?"