When Mandalorians Attack! [Mandalorians vs Primeval Skirmish]

[Micah Talith]

Location: Communal lounge area | Civilian Primeval Cargo Ship
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Boo Chiyo"]

A lifetime, and I mean a lifetime, of dealing with three sisters determined to take you down in a snowball fight never was more fortuitous as it was now. While the earlier half of his life had been spent on a tropical paradise - and respective sand wrestling included with Kai - the other half had been spent on the frozen snow covered world of Atoa.

And snow ball fights were brutal between Kai and him.

It wasn't as much as a forewarning as the impending skin crawl of his neck hairs standing on end, as if each had their own radar with the full blast warning of -- WARNING, WARNING, ICE COLD FLUFF INCOMING!

A jerk to the left barely saved him. That last moment saw the snowball splat against the bulkhead, dusting the wall, the top of his cowl,and part of his clothes with it. Bright orange eyes would whirl towards the direction it came from, settling upon the cerulean features of the younger boy talking about the good word of --

A wry grin crept over Micah's face, turning towards the lad with a small shrug and that little boy smile. "Well, who wouldn't want to hear the good word of Sargon?"

A slight glance would dart towards where Aela had sped off too. He really hoped she would remember to get his own gear too... The sound of a scuffle wasn't too far, and while there was a measure of concern, he knew Aela could hold well enough to defend herself in a jam.

He shot his attention back at Pantoran; another half grin, "Mothers likely wouldn't want to hear the bad words of Sargon... he just might find his mouth washed with soap."

Oh such a lame joke.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Location: Cargo Hold.
Allies: @Vheissu Ireles | [member="Nickolas Imura"]
Enemies: [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"]

The kick landed, his finger pressed the trigger and released two shots towards the ceiling. Before Catalys was able to recover, a push with the force tossed him back and nearly across the room. A rough landing to be sure that ached his earlier wounds, once again his rifle was nowhere nearby and things were becoming difficult. Scrambling to his feet was the usual task carried out by the agent now being tossed around by his enemy, he managed to get in close once but his opponent was smart enough to keep the Umbaran at a distance.

Firing two more rounds he aimed not at the Jedi but the powerbox on the wall, the lights in the room would flicker before powering off leaving only the faint illumination of electronics left. Of course this probably wouldn't be an issue for anyone who had Nightvision built into their helmets, but for an Umbaran who saw naturally in the dark it did give him an advantage; hopefully.

Rushing towards a toolkit he saw earlier, Catalys attempted to grab a plasma torch.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Location: Communal Lounge Area, Civilian Cargo Ship
Allies: @Primeval, #TeamDarkSide
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Levantine Astonautical Academy Uniform | Czerka T-3 (holdout blaster, conceal carry) | Lightsaber (open carry) | Shiv (boot, conceal carry)

Not bad reflexes.

Even better attitude. The enigmatic smile on the boy's face became something more genuine at the prospect of fighting this one. Turning his head to the left and the right, the Pantoran looked back over at his shoulder at the people and families inside of the dining section of the civilian vessel. The fear in the room was palpable, with people huddled together in obvious apprehension at the sound echoing throughout the ship as fighting broke out in the cargo hold.

But the Pantoran's wristlink hadn't chimed, so for the moment the young witch-boy would assume that [member="Catalys Maijora"] had the situation under control.

Raising one hand, the blue-skinned youngling casually thumbed the direction of the droid corral and storerooms off the kitchen. "Let's go talk somewhere we won't bother these folks then," the Pantoran remarked, sliding his hands into his pockets as he looked back at the older teen and added, "...so they can enjoy their food."

Which they had been, before all hell broke loose because of these karkers.

He'd ask what that was supposed to be about, but he really didn't care all that much. This just seemed like it might be fun.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cargo Hold
Allies: [member=Arrbi Betna] [member=Xander Carrick] [member=Lisette Kuhn] [member=Maya Whitelight] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member=Preliat Mantis]
Enemies: [member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member=Jared Ovmar] [member=Preliat Mantis]
Equipment: Beskar'gam, Vornskr Scattergun, two WESTAR 34s, a Fett-Kal knife, Crushgaunts, and one flashbang

It was time to finally go on the offense and mobilized. Far too long the Mandalorians stayed on the defense and fended off several attacks by enemies. The attack on Muunilist, Wayland, and Concordia, by the Primeval. Another raid was performed by One Sith on Mandalore and another raid on the moon, Concordia. That wasn't their nature to be static and fend off foreign forces that came to their soil without an invitation, and wanted to cause nothing but harm to the Mando'ade. Their ancestors were never like that nor was it the way how they lived. They roamed the stars as conquerors and planted their flag in many systems which gain them such a reputation that everyone knew about. Now it was time to get out of a cave that they have been in after the invasion of Empress Teta and live up to that reputation.

And there he was in the cargo hold of a transport in the abyss of space that was imported to the Primeval from somewhere. Perhaps it came from their allies or a neutral system that agreed to trade with them. But those facts were not important to the Mandalorians on this raiding mission. Their goal was to eliminate any hostiles that would delay them from their prize and escape with the treasures that they had eyes for.

Vilaz wasn't with his signature weapon that was Orar'bev. It'd be unwise to bring that unique crossbow in a close quarters scenario. His replacement for that weapon was a Vornskr Scattergun that was a common weapon the Mando'ade used for when dealing with Force Users. Though, his dual WESTAR 34 pistols were still on him in their respective holsters. A Fett-Kal knife was sheathed on his utility belt and a flashbang was attached too was on the belt. The last piece of equipment that he brought were two Crushgaunts on his hands that gave him more strength to his hands and could crush bone, metal, and rock. But more importantly it was resistant against Lightsabers.

Trekking across the cargo bay the Rally Master had both of his hands occupied by his dual pistols and firing at security guards that were ordered to protect this vessel at any costs. Though, they weren't providing him a challenge. He wished for a challenge from anyone that could at least take several blows and return some back to him.

“Too damn easy."

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Cargo hold
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Another fight in another unorthodox location against another enemy that would only give up in death. Nothing unusual, really. For all intents and purposes this was a typical day in Keira's life. Her skill in combat was, after all, one talent put to use far more often than what was considered healthy for your average sentient. Then again, she supposed being a Force sensitive set her apart from your typical galactic citizen in hundreds of ways. That, and her position on the cargo ship that was operating under the name of The Primeval. It was intended to be a routine transport, but when had things ever gone the way they were supposed to? That had been exemplified when the Mandalorians, a warrior culture she had clashed with previously, had attacked. Then things got a bit more interesting.

Thus far she had occupied herself with the myriad warriors that had accompanied the raiding party, though none of them quite proved enough of a challenge to keep her entertained for any extended amount of time. Oftentimes she broke off an engagement before it had a chance to really begin, or she would end the fight quickly with no time taken to appraise the other before moving on. For all the interesting fights that had joined with this people in the past, this wasn't proving to be anything but another routine battle, with nothing to set it apart from the numerous others that blurred together in her memory. Her orange blade hummed idly in her hand as she reached out through the Force, searching for something more, something worthwhile. Something more than just another engagement.

And with a half-smile, she found it. A man she had fought once before, years ago, in another era altogether. Time had passed since then, so much so that recollections of the clash would have faded from her mind, had it not been for the scar on her side that remained a persistent reminder. But now she possessed of a finer skill, having become better. Now was the time to truly test that. Taking her time, she wound her way through the cargo hold, all the while keeping note of the familiar presence she had touched on previously. It didn't take long until he was within her line of sight, and even less for her to recognize him for the armor he wore. Without a word she let her saber fly, maniuplating the Force so that it would arc around the front of his visor before returning to her hand if unimpeded. "Are all Mandalorians this boring?"

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Halls
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Objective: Save!

She didn't particularly care who she was fighting.

Aela had her own ideals. As far as she was concerned the Primeval were the bad guys, they were the ones who hurt people, who condoned slavery, who used the darkside. Yet she knew that the Mandalorians did the same, or at least some of the same. They brought war, death, extermination. Aela had seen the ruins of Dromund Kaas, the footages of slaughter.

She knew what it had meant.

As the Mandalorian swiped towards her Aela ducked, her tiny form moving under the mans heavy blade.

Her lightsaber came up and the pommel of her hilt smashed into the mans t-shaped visor. The transparisteel cracked, and the man made a grunt as the physical blow drove him back. Before he could act again Aela twisted herself, shifting her feet and pulling one leg behind the Mandalorians. She kicked and tossed the man to the floor.

 

[Micah Talith]

Location: Halls
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Boo Chiyo"]
Objective: Save!

Oh so now he wanted to go to the kitchens eh?

Bright orange eyes would dart back and forth from the Pantoran towards the kitchen storerooms. What was the one rule about fighting? Never fight an enemy on ground he's chosen if you can avoid it.

And ohh, Micah was soo gonna avoid it.

"I don't know... I think we can both enjoy snacking here and there," he would banter, moving around to allow himself more maneuverability. With so many rows of tables and chairs, this might be a bit tight... But it was doable.

His right foot would move over his left, a practiced careful step as he kept the boy in front of him. "Although you certainly put a bit of chill in the air there." He would give a seeming casual dust off from his shoulder, scattering the white fluff of snow.

"Nice trick..." He'd wait, gauging just what the Pantoran might send his way, reading his body for any subtle movements.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Location: Halls, Civilian Cargo Ship
Allies: @Primeval
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Gear: Levantine Astonautical Academy Uniform | Czerka T-3 (holdout blaster, conceal carry) | Lightsaber (open carry) | Shiv (boot, conceal carry)

The young, violet-haired boy turned his head back to gaze at the older boy.

Taking his eyes off of the other teen, the Pantoran's amber gaze peered around to assess whether they were far enough that it wouldn't risk any of the civilians now huddled for security in the dining section of the ship. Satisfied, if somewhat disquieted by being closer that he would have preferred, the blue-skinned witch-boy turned his attention back to his opponent. "I like to bring a little of Orto Plutonia with me where ever I go," the youngling quipped dryly.

Sliding his right foot back, at a t-angle from the left, the youngling dropped his center of gravity as he brought his arms up into an aggressive posture common to the opening form used in the Krayt Dragon style of Teras Kasi. His right hand just low enough to draw the lightsaber from his belt, or come up in a block if he didn't.

Which... "Did you forget your lightsaber or something?" the Pantoran inquired, as the other boy seemed to just be standing there without any of the usual instruments that the blue youth associated with Jedi.