While the Cat's Away

[TB-705]

Sundari​

Many Mandalorians traveled to the galactic southwest, to fight in the wars against the Alliance. Their absence would be felt.

Above Mandalore, a ship emerged, bearing the burning claw emblem commonly carried by pirate vessels. The corsair disgorged landing shuttles, their holds full of Togorian corsairs, eager to plunder the capital of an empire. They had spent so long enslaved to Kaine Zambrano, while the rest of the galaxy forgot and left them to their fate. Now those who turned a blind eye would suffer.

The shuttles headed toward the desert, toward Sundari.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

It was clear the brown-skinned girl was uncomfortable on the ship. Not with the company. Just the ship itself. The Kiffar did much better with dirt, stone, grass, or sand beneath her feet. The earth gave her strength.

Well-worn and weathered hands sharpened a set of daggers laid out across a well-worn metallic table. If she took off her gloves, she had no doubt each of those nicks and dents would tell her a story of murder and drunkeness.

"We pillage. We get paid. Yes?"

Broken basic asked the pirate next to her.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Daddy hadn’t liked Yasha going off to meet [member="Darth Carnifex"] the Dark Lord of the Sith with [member="Ra Vizsla"] very much.

Apoplectic, [member="Baiko no Kaho"] called it. Apopoleptoclecticakick...

Mad.

A whole new level of mad.

The Ward of the Mand’alor was stuck at the Sundari Palace doing all the homework she didn’t finish while meeting the God-King, and cleaning all her and [member="Kaden Mantis"] and [member="Silas Mantis"] and [member="Preliat Mantis"]’ extra firearms.

Apparently Yasha wasn’t allowed to go meet dangerous Sith Lords without a gun in her hands, and enough ammo to pump them so full of scattershot they went back to infancy three lifetimes later.

“Pirates coming in blazing! Looks like the same emblem of the cat who tried to gank Ra on Myrkr!”

So, when the call came in that hostile pirate shuttles were making on Sundari, Yasha was sitting in the palace surrounded by a bunch of guns and Death Watch guards.

“Oh. Oh they’re not seriously... what is it with people thinking Mandalorians are easy targets? Ambrose! Where do we attack first?!” Yasha hopped to her feet, shoving her helmet on her head and blinking as the HUD came to life.

Ambrose Vizsla turned from the sec-feeds in the workroom and pulled his scatter gun across his body. “Death Watch Two. Grab your bes’uliiks. Meet the intruding shuttles. Fire on sight. Death Watch Three, you’re with Little Rekr.”

Ambrose handed Yasha a pair of MT-14 pistols and her shot gun. “Congrats, Yash. You’re getting your Verd’goten. Defend Sundari, hell princess. Glory for Ra. Get him another bag of those trophies.”

Yasha grinned under her buy‘ce as she leapt up, stuffed the pistols in her holster and ran out to meet the fuzz-ball of the ages.

Togorian Corsair shuttles would start seeing bes’uliik riders rushing to their sixes, a single transmission to the pirate ships.

“Pirate vessels. Pirate vessels. You have exactly 60 standard seconds to power down any weapons or shields and get the flip out of Mandalorian airspace before we riddle your happy places with bullets and blaster bolts. Repeat. Get. Out.” The voice was a confident, young and familiar one. An almost teenaged girl.

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Quinn Vos"]

 

[TB-705]

The only response the Mandalorians received came in the form of blaring laser cannons and flak burst mass driver shells as both the mothership and the shuttles preemptively fired on the bes'uliiks.

Inside the lead shuttle stood the tawny furred pirate captain. The beads in his braided mane clacked together as he turned his head to regard [member="Quinn Vos"] with two golden eyes that glimmered dangerously above a scarred muzzle.

"You keep what you kill."

All other plunder would be collected and divided up according to shares at raid's end, as was their way.

"Goldenmane," rasped Ak'ar, an orange and black striped Fras cannibal, "We are approaching the shipping docks of the bio-dome."

"Step back," Thengil rasped and opened one of the bay doors. He leaned out and the wind tore at his fur. He gripped a rail inside, then pushed himself even further out, onto the lip of the door. He could make out figures standing around the shipping docks of the bio-dome. Warriors preparing for their reception, or civilians, it did not matter. He spotted what looked a large fuel tank meant to refuel cargo freighters. Sparks danced between his fingertips. He extended his paw and a jet of lightning leaped forth and struck the fuel tank.

The explosion rocked the docks and left flaming debris scattered everywhere.

The shuttle moved down, aiming to land in the mess.

[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Honus Teach]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

The man had notified [member="Jethro Rekali"] via comms after being hired that he would be running escort for a job in Mando space. He didn't much care who or what it was for. He had bills and child support to pay and he didn't pull the trigger on anything he didn't want to. It was part of his contract. No kids, no civilian targets, and enough credits to pay for fuel, armaments, and a good overhead if the ship was ruined. Standard stuff.

His ship flanked the dropships, the old E-wing was still one of the heaviest hitters in the black but he did have his eye on one of those nice Silk Ras' he saw in fighters weekly.

"Reek Five reading all systems green." He said as his small fighter group formed up, "Going weapons hot, visibility five by five."

His ship entered escort position and he armed his proton torpedo launchers for the inevitable heavy handed Mandalorian response.

"Stay frosty." He said from inside his full helmet comms, "Military targets only, we're not republicans."

 

[Malikar]

Crimson figured remained seated as vessel plummeted down into the chaos below that [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] caused below.

Sulfuric orbs watched as the Togorian hung out the ship, and watched as lightning flew out from palm. Glancing down to his own open palm, he willed the malevolent lightning to course across his hands.

Instead, nothing occurred.

And collar around neck sent shock that he had long become accustomed to through his body.

Reaching up to his upper shoulder, amphistaff came free from bicep and hardened into dangerous shaft that elongated into spear.

His master would see his debt paid by accompanying this crew today. Gladiator slave turned mercenary, Malikar was a Sith of 'honour,' something that yet remained rare amongst Sith. Even less so amongst their crimson counterparts which the Galaxy had long forgotten existed until recent years. His debt would be paid, and the Togorian that led this operation promised payments and riches.

"You keep what you kill."

And kill he would.

[member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Honus Teach"], [member="Quinn Vos"]

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Malikar"] [member="Honus Teach"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

Sharpened daggers were quickly sheathed along her sun-kissed form. Muddy brown hair whipped across her tattooed face and she stood, edging her way to the open door, unmoved by the wild winds weaving their way around the giant cat in the opening. The Kiffar warrior sensed the darkness from her companions, the one in red and the furry one. She felt that tug, the gnawing hunger to fall into the depths of the dark pools.

Only one thought stopped her from immediately submerging: Korr.

Shoulder brushed against Thengil as she edged next to his large form in the doorway. Pychometry was a fickle beast. With memories that weren't hers, she pushed away from the pirate king and jumped, nimbly landing on the smoldering platform below, glinting weapons already held in her calloused hands.

 

[TB-705]

The Kiffar female leaped down and landed with the agile lightness of a hunter. Thengil watched, mild approval in his eyes, before he too leaped down. Behind him poured the rest of the Togorians, the Fras, and the Pureblood gladiator under the air cover of [member="Honus Teach"]'s starfighter.

Thengil's exosuit whirred softly with every step, agility slightly sacrificed for an increase in his endurance and strength. He held out a paw, the alchemized crush gauntlet glinting in the light of the flames. More lightning poured forth in a coruscating frenzy, striking a half-dozen of those still living after the fuel tank's explosion and hurling them backward into crates or to skid along the ground. Wisps of smoke curled from their still figures. They did not get up.

"Come," Thengil proclaimed to his corsairs, "Let us raze the garrison and plunder their iron weapons, then we will sack the palace."

Feline roars made the air tremble.

[member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Malikar"] | [member="Quinn Vos"]

 

[Aver Brand]

The five figures at the back of the transport hardly flinched when the explosion reverberated through the ship. Metal panels clattered and the bolts creaked, but the pirate vessel, of all its years, held.

At the fore stood the bleached form of Mobius D’ikhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/91872-mobius-dik/, almost as tall as he was wide. His four companions boasted a similar shape, and for a moment it seemed like they wouldn’t fit out the door with the rest of the corsairs, but such hopes were quickly ground to dust under their heavy boots as they landed on the cracked duracrete.

They were here at the request of their distant employer. Honor among thieves, or some other useless sentiment. The albino whale and his fireteam were more than happy to see engagement anew after a dearth of contracts had plagued them for what seemed like years.

The Darkwater mercenaries followed on the heels of the Brethren urged both by lust for gain and entertainment.

After all, who could offer greater disport than men and women forged from beskar?

[member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Malikar"] | [member="Quinn Vos"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Honus Teach"]​

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

On one knee, the huntress rested upon her perch across the street from the docks. Eye's glittering with hunger, eager for the hunt, eager for the kill. The ground trembled under the explosion and she leaned forward so close to falling from the rooftop, heart hammering in her chest. Beyond the dome, bes'uliiks were taking fire but that was not her conern. Background noise.

"Buir Jorir."

The voice crackled in her ear, making her jump. She'd forgotten about the piece of metal they made her wear when she patrolled. We have to communicate with you Malika. Apparently hand signals were inefficient. "What?" she replied calmly rising to her feet, toes curling over the edges of the roof. She could taste blood.

"Little Rekr is inbound."

"Kark." Always so eager to be in the middle of the fray was her niece. If anything happened to her, Preliat would hold her responsible, she knew it. "How far out are the rest of you?"

"Two minutes."

She could keep them busy for two minutes. Maybe. "Make it sooner." she tipped froward arms spread wide, a smile spread from her face as she free fell, two four, five stories before she began to shift, huge wings slowing her descent lethal talons extended, snatching the edge of a speeder bike in her grip she launched it in the intruders path.

[member="Aver Brand"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Malikar"] [member="Honus Teach"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Malikar]

Malikar was here solely for the Mandalorian's renowned iron.

He would kill and plunder it, melt it down into something worthy of his use, and then he would flaunt it in the eyes of the Mandalorians as he slaughtered them.

In the future that is.

If he survived long enough, that is.

As the ship made its passes over the landing dock, the mercenary dropped out of the vessel, amphistaff in hand and a plethora of other ranged weapons situated on his belt and he began moving down the length of it. There was a garrison to take care, warriors who would stop them, undoubtedly the alarm had already been set off and they had limited time to actually get about to their business and leave.

As he set off, a speederbike was launched in his path, by the likes of [member="Malika Mantis"], and the powerful legs that propelled the Pureblood bunched and extended upwards, as if clearing a hurdle. There were other members on the team who would be able to handle this, he thought. He had a garrison to take care of.

And he would be quick.

Seven foot two crimson being rushed through the doors of a building, powerful shoulder ramming the first warrior he encountered over a countertop.

The roar that emanated from his throat sought challenge, if left alone he'd bring down the entirety of the building without care.

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"], [member="Quinn Vos"], [member="Honus Teach"], [member="Aver Brand"]

 

[Silas Mantis]

On the list of smart things for marauding pirates to do, attacking the homeworld of the galaxy's fiercest warrior people seemed to be incredibly low. Defenses would be high, and nearly every living being on the planet would try its hardest to kill you. But some were bold enough to try, or stupid enough, or both. Specifics didn't really matter at this point.

"What did we say about going to fight without an adult little wolf?" Silas questioned [member="Yasha Mantis"] over his communicator before turning the speeder bike he'd been patrolling on around and rushing towards the garrison. He needed to find the old bird, surely the besu'lisk had been sufficiently repaired after the closing battle of the Civil War, but he hadn't made the time to go check between taking Mykr and boarding the flagship of the Supreme Leader of the First Order. He was sure the old war droid would understand, perhaps be a bit upset for not being brought along, but it would understand.

Then Silas heard a bellowing from inside as he drew closer, and while all that was going on around the city was quite the issue, he knew in his gut leaving the challenge unanswered would have consequence. He dismounted, and entered through the blown out door. "Deal with the others, the dar'jetti is mine." He called out in Mando'a to the warriors within the barracks. They were needed in the streets alongside [member="Malika Mantis"], he would face [member="Malikar"].

He didn't waste words on the former slave. The MF-44 was off his shoulder and aimed at the former gladiator in an instant, and in the blink of an eye he squeezed the trigger on the instrument of death. The 8-gauge shotgun would bellow as loudly as the Sith himself as it sent a volley towards the man. Each and every pellet could and would tear flesh and splinter bone, in addition to being impossible to block with the sabers dar'jetti so often favored. Silas didn't much care about the specifics though, he just wanted the man dead.

[member="Aver Brand"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Honus Teach"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Silence fell from the responding Mandalorians. Preliat wasn't striding. He wasn't walking as he normally did. He had a particular way of walking, of sauntering. But now- he was running. And alone, unafraid- and full of rage- he ran right up to the Herglic and his four companions. Preliat stood a beast of a man, six and a half feet tall and bulkier than most men. Epicanthix were bulkier than humans on average, and Preliat stood the shining example of their physical prowess- similar to that of Kaine Zambrano. At least before the nineteenth time he came back from the dead.

Preliat held in one hand, the MF44 that his brother was using, a shotgun of powerful design.

And in the other, a Beskad. He stared down the Herglic and his four shocktroopers.

He curled his finger around the trigger and stared down the whale.

Preliat tossed the shotgun up and pumped it with one hand.

"My name is Preliat Mantis- I will leave one of you alive to tell the story."

[member="Aver Brand"]

 

[Shia Kryze]

Location: Local Airspace (atmosphere)
Allies: Clan Mantis
Enemies: Raiders
Targeting: Raider's landed shuttles.

Shia hummed tunelessly to herself as her Fang Fighter flew lazily in the direction of the Mantis Dome, a moderately sized and brightly wrapped package stuffed into the not terribly large cargo module of the ship. She hoped Yasha would like her present - she'd spent enough time blazing away with the one in Shia's holster anyway. She also hoped Preliat Mantis would like it too, the entire family were decent people and she didn't really want to...

"... distress, raiders attacking, known force one Kiltirin-class dungeon ship in low orbit and several shuttles."

Then Yasha's voice over the comm.

“Pirate vessels. Pirate vessels. You have exactly 60 standard seconds to power down any weapons or shields and get the flip out of Mandalorian airspace before we riddle your happy places with bullets and blaster bolts. Repeat. Get. Out.”

Shia almost wanted to laugh, instead she permitted herself a smile and pushed the throttles on the starfighter past the stops.

"Sundari ATC, this is KRY-3414 show me responding to incident, over."

"Copy KRY-3414, area is a free fire zone. Good hunting."

"Oya." Shia replied calmly, lowering the starfighter to the deck until it's sonic shockwave blew up twin trails of sand high into the air, coming in below the ground radar horizon - not hidden from the Scourge above, but if they wanted to play tag with a fighter rail...

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*WHUMP*​

The ground exploded to her right and behind her. They did? Well, maybe it was aimed at someone else because the odds of hitting her were minute. She flicked to the local battle frequency, engaging encrypt.

"Kryze to Mantis, close air support approaching from the south south-west. I'm going for the shuttles first, then designate ground targets. Kryze out."

Shia Kryze wasn't the hottest ace in the skies, but if it could be used as a weapon, she could use it. She slammed the throttle back and vectored the wing-thrust down, with a scream of protesting air resistance the Fang Fighter popped up at impossibly short range over the nearest buildings with an ear-splitting boom and unleashed a volley of laser cannon fire into the first of the landed shuttles. She screamed overhead and pulled into an impossibly tight iImelmann turn to regain altitude for her second attack run.

"Oh." She added, clicking on the comm as an afterthought. "Tell Yasha I brought her a present, so she's to stay alive."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“I didn’t go alone I roused the troops, Uncle Silas. Honest, ask Ambrose.” Yasha gulped. “Double honest… I might need an adult. This guy’s bigger than he looked on the sec-screen.”

The Ward of [member="Ra Vizsla"] caught a ride on the back of Ambrose Vizsla’s bes’uliik, landing in a crouch in the middle of @Thengil Ri’Shajirr’s explosive flames. Fire suppression systems came online immediately, droids rushing to put out the flames, as the Mando’ade scrambled. Women, children, men, any and every person above the age of 13 was a soldier in armour and willing to fight for Mand’alor. When a child at the age of 8 began to learn the ways of the Mando’ade, even a small child could fire and fight. Thus, the defences of Sundari included teenagers in and out of armour. Mothers and fathers, anybody left in the city roused to fire at and rise up at the vandals.

The child who challenged Thengil wasn’t 8, but a 12 year old in full beskar’gam and armed with her favourite guns. “Get stuf-HEY! YOU! KITTY!!”

Yasha pointed at Thengil and growled. Through the Force there was no girl before Thengil. No crackle or flicker of life. Ra’s Ward was dead to the Force, and it knew her not. Dead, as her mother was dead. Dead as the place which raised her up only to spit her out, when as a small child, she grew too vicious for it. “You killed my carnosaur! Daddy [member="Preliat Mantis"] was totally going to let me keep it! You’re not getting any closer to the Palace. You’re not stealing our iron. You’re on a planet full of warriors surrounded by survivors of a civil war and we want to keep our stuff. What do you think you’re gonna find?!”

Yasha tapped her thumb on her wrist comp, and three bes’uliiks veered to Thengil and his compatriots, firing at the Sith Togorian. Yasha stood her ground, raised her M-12 shotgun, trailed at Thengil and fired.

“[member="Shia Kryze"]! You got me a present?” Yasha skittered to a halt, grinning under her helmet. “Mando’ade! We gotta get these mooks gone quick! I want to open my present!”

The girl thought she could hear Ambrose Vizsla snicker-laughing under his breath… he knew her birthday was coming up… if one was in the Palace, one knew… they just knew.

[member="Malika Mantis"]’ bird form hovered over Yasha with the speeder bike. There was a deeper security to being in another fight with her family close by. Even if she was ‘grounded’ and had extra chores, Yasha took her discipline and learned from it. Yet, Daddy wouldn’t mind that she rose the defences. Uncle [member="Silas Mantis"] wouldn’t mind that Yasha went into battle with only a cursory adult presence… not if Malika got to her.

Throughout the area, blaster fire and bes’uliik war droids with armour-clad Death Watch riders fired on and rushed for the shuttles of corsairs. Yasha had raised the alarum, now the Mando’ade swelled over the would-be invaders with the fervour of survivors whose survival depended on black iron, and the denizens of the Palace. ​

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[member="Aver Brand"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Honus Teach"]​

 

[TB-705]

A fighter screamed past, lasers ripping into one of the shuttles and leaving it a burning hulk. Thengil scowled up into the skies as it soared away, then turned to his corsairs.

"Leave it. [member="Honus Teach"] will earn his keep."

A sudden blur of motion drew his attention as a giant, winged shape landed before them and tossed a speeder bike across their path. Thengil reached out a paw and idly nudged the bike's trajectory in the Force. It squealed past with the awful tone of metal on metal, sparks spraying, before fetching up against a pile of cargo containers.

More mandalorian warriors swaggered out onto the dock, full of bluster and bravado. A deep thrumming sounded in Thengil's throat. Laughter.

Good, so this day would not be without a fight.

Around them, the corsairs and Mando'ade fought viciously, the clash punctuated by blood-curdling screams or bone-shaking roars.

A small figure detached itself from the rest, screaming words that were lost amidst the fray and firing at him. The Cathar crossed his gauntleted paws before him, like a shield. Scattershot ricocheted off the gauntlets, but one tore through the exosuit of his upper arm and left a bloody furrow in his flesh. The leonine corsair felt pain and greeted it like an old friend. He lowered his hands and swung his head toward the would-be killer.

The Cathar Sith's lips parted in a sneer.

He remembered her, the one atop the beast in the tunnels. So she'd survived the cave-in... Small matter.

She would not survive him.

Suddenly, three besu'liik headed toward Thengil. He cocked his head. One of the Togorians still onboard a shuttle took control of the shuttle's turret and opened fire, ripping the besu'liik apart with the heavy guns.

Thengil strode through the wreckage, heedless of the licking flames and the molten slag, toward the tiny warrior. As he walked, he reached out in the Force, but Thengil could not find her presence where it should be, which caused his brow to furrow. He could not rip her limb from limb with the Dark Side's might, or influence her mind. Her gun was not similarly protected.

Ri'shajirr's claws curled into a fist and he willed her shotgun to crumple, the barrel to bend askew.

[member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Malika Mantis"]

[member="Malikar"] | [member="Quinn Vos"] | [member="Aver Brand"]

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Malika Mantis"]

Dagger caught the orange glint of flames as she spun and with a grunt, plunged it between the space of armor of some mandalorian who'd gotten a little too close and stayed grounded a bit too long. Eyes the color of jungle-green eyed the jetpack greedily. Nose twitched, catching a very particular scent on the air mixed between the ash of battle and burns of flesh.

A beast.

The kiffar warrior and huntress tipped her head, sheathing the dagger and drawing back for the arrow within the quiver along her back, un-shouldering the bow. Speeder careened through the air, chunks of plastic and metal nipping into some of the exposed, brown flesh along one arm. But she was too focused on the wild game flapping through the air.

Dinner.

With a grunt, the arrow loosened from her fingers as she let it sail toward the speeder-throwing beast. Just as quickly, another arrow notched itself to the energy string. Thrum.

 

[Aver Brand]

Mobius D’ikhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/91872-mobius-dik/ & The Myrmidons

Hard to stare down something taller than you, but damned if the Mandalorian didn’t do his best. Mobius had always appreciated that about the culture – they poured passion into war. Some folk thought fighting for credits meant you couldn’t do it with heart—

But hell if the Myrmidons and Mandos didn’t prove them wrong every day on the battlefield.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Preliat Mantis,” D’ik rumbled across the scant few meters separating the two. Though the blood rushing through his veins hadn’t been his own in decades, the Herglic was just as eager to spill it across this scorched dirt. Somewhere off to the side, a speeder burst into fire and shrapnel across the courtyard. The air shimmered with heat – bodies ached for exertion, for the thrill of death breathing down your neck.

He leveled the muzzle of the SCR-3http://starwarsrp.net/topic/63749-hte-scr-3/ at the Mando – “May you fight,” squeezed the trigger, “and die well.”

The sonic boom unleashed by his weapon would do Darth Orcus proud.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]​

[member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Malikar"] | [member="Quinn Vos"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Honus Teach"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Shia Kryze"]​

 

[Honus Teach]

His fighter surged beneath him as he accelerated toward the dome of Sundari. He hadn't been hired to land. He had been hired to hit the city. He was to fly escort until they landed and then cause as much damage as he could. So...that was what he planned to do.

"R Seven keep an eye on the systems." He said as he armed his proton torpedos. The E-wing was nothing if not a toothy beast and he was going to bite.

He heard the warnings he just didn't particularly care. He pressed the toggle for the torps and pulled the trigger. The soft thump of the proton torpedoes reverberated through the hull as they streaked away and toward the dome. He spun his fighter in a tight loop as he toggled the triple laser cannons.

The E-wing opened fire on the dome and strafed across it as the torpedoes hit. The enemy fighters showed on his scanners and he made a mental note as he pulled up and away for another attack run. On the ground he was next to useless, but up here he was the threat, this was his world, they were just tourists.


[member="Malikar"] [member="Quinn Vos"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Shia Kryze]

Location: Local Airspace (atmosphere)
Allies: Clan Mantis
Enemies: Raiders
Targeting: [member="Honus Teach"] (well, his E-Wing)

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**Threat Warning**​

Airborne target.​

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Classification: Type E-Wing​

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Shia threw the Fang Fighter into a sharp turn and dropped low round the dome as her targeting computer informed her of her airborne opponent. Pirate scum or not, she had to...

"Threat warning! Vampire, vampire! We have inbound torps on the dome."

That biodome was home to...

Shia watched the explosion with an almost detached calm as rage froze her blood and lit a fire in her soul, like a woman possessed she slammed the fighter into a drop-turn and powered skywards towards the E-Wing as it pulled up into another attack run. Pirate or not, mercenary or not. They might well be better than her - she was no born pilot. But she was fighting both for her home, and for the thousands now dead or dying from the breached dome-city. She watched the pipper merge with her target's icon and let loose with a volley of laser cannon fire, if they wanted to play... she wasn't playing. She was hunting.

[member="Honus Teach"]