Log:Clan Kora: It Has Come To This
The Kora have come knocking, and there is definitely somebody home. The final confrontation will pit the Mandalorian clan against a branch of the Black Sun. In these waning hours, the battle a year in the making will find its violent conclusion. The group's leader, Lord Maxwell "Maestro" Uvato, waits at the command center of the stronghold and has placed what remains of his considerable defenses in the Kora's path.
But even if Blackout falls, will that truly be the end?
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It Has Come To This
OOC Date: September 17, 2022
Location: Umbara
Participants: Valeska Kora (GM), Sumi Kora, Hadrix Kora, Zelo Parrai, Terek Rosol, Nix, Clan Kora
--Valeska--
Several anti-air cannons scattered about the exterior yard had been protecting the Blackout compound from aerial bombardment. Had. One by one, the shields protecting them and then the cannons themselves went down. This opened up the main building up for a sizable aerial bombardment. Well... it would have if it weren't for the shield generators still humming that protect the building itself. Sure, the Kora could just unleash orbital hell upon the place and enjoy the fireworks, but the flimsy truce between the Mandalorians and the Black Sun/Umbaran security is likely to break under such pressures.
Whether the Kora glass the place after they're done will be left up to them, but as Kora ships move into position, they have effectively secured the airspace. No one is leaving that compound without getting shot down. Now comes the matter of busting in the door and making their way to the very heart of the building: the office of Lord Maxwell "Maestro" Uvata.
His orders had effectively taken Valeska out of the equation: commanding his men to focus fire and forcing an exfiltration of a critically wounded Val. Now down a member, those who remain kick in the front door to return the favour and thensome. A year's worth of confrontation and strife made-to-order.
Blackout forces are waiting. The main room is large and barricaded with high and low barriers meant to impede the invaders' advance. Atop the second floor balconies are riflemen poised with their barrels pointed at the front door. On the main floor, pistols and carbines set upon waist-high ledges.
--Sumi--
The door blew inward from the sudden breach, and before the dust had settled, a small figure blasts through the threshold. It's not clear if Sumi is angry, but the first person she collides with is the judge of that! He struck by a massive Ryyk blade, brought to his knees with a single pass of the sword before losing his head when Sumi spun in place and swung again.
<"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"> Is Sumi's input at first, and when the first body hit the floor, she looked for the next target!
--Hadrix--
No room for the big toy to be brought with, but the bin that the Big Man has - it's not a problem. Tight quarters lends to specific expertise to be utilized and the rifle like weapon carried in Hadrix's hands is a relic from bygone times. A pair of tanks mounted to either side of his jetpack are connected to the over-under barrel device gripped as one might a more standard longarm.
Walking steadily, clear of Sumi's path, the single nozzle connecting both barrels engages a ring of plasma about its edges. Moving with a lack of care for cover or defilade for the moment Hadrix takes advantage of Sumi's charge driving others back and into range of his intended firing line. There's no speech from him when the two-part accelerant gurgles down the fuel lines, vaporized and billowing forth like a mythical dragon's breath.
There's laughter though. Loud enough to key his externals, a rasping, chuffing, sound made mechanical and somehow rougher. The tongue of fire sweeping in an arc from left to right over two of the Blackout forces. The hissing rumble of the flame thrower blending with the gravel filled howling from the man.
--Zelo--
Ara'nov, aliit.
Self-defense. Clan.
The old rhyme he'd known since before his tenth birthday. The words in Mando'a echo in Nautolan ears as Zelo's gleaming blue beskar rockets forwrd, through the doors and upward to fight those whose tactics he knows best. The fearsome E-11 carbine clutched in gloves with exposed cobalt fingertips, he lights on the railing while trigger depresses.
The only thing that saves the rifleman is the shocked stumble backwards as the fight comes all the way to him. Reflected in the widened H-visor modified for black pool eyes, the second shot strikes true. <<"Overwatch. One down. Working through the balcony.">> There is no attempt at banter. No light edge to his voice. Only the detachment of a trained sniper, even when up close and personal.
--Terek--
Terek opted to not go through the aerial assault method. Because it's dark and he should be able to sneak up on the guards while the others rain hell down from above. At least that was the plan. In practice, well, it doesn't work quite the way he would like.
His first shot is disrupted as soon as he pulls the trigger by a blast going off nearby, also presumably alerting the guy he was shooting at, "Damnit!" He yells, firing another shot before trying to rush at the guard he had just shot at.
--Nix--
Well, if it isn't the mini-Mando. Nix walks behind Hadrix but with her legs moving quite a bit faster just to not fall so behind him. She watches Sumi rush in and decimate someone then Hadrix does similar. The little woman takes a long breath and hauls the gun up to aiming. She keeps walking forward with the gun which is a similar in size to her.
Nix sucks in a deep breath and slowly lets it out before she fires. She watches the blaster fire and watches the red bolt fly. It goes right through someone who didn't even see it coming and that person slumps over. She keeps moving forward and stays calm even if she starts to shake a little, seeing how easy life leaves the Blackout Guard she shot. She tries to steel herself and before her eyes start to water she pulls out of her memories and keeps moving forward, now not shivering. She's there for her family and they need her.
--Valeska--
Both sides came prepared for war and when the front doors are breached, the Kora are coming and hell's coming with them. The resistance of force waiting inside are some of the toughest Blackout has to offer in terms of sentient beings. Guards of all races under the Black Sun's payroll tasked with defending this compound with their collective lives. As such, they are a sturdier lot. More tactical. Surely they can take on... what? Five Mandos?
Pfft. No problem. Their guys already took out one already. How hard can five versus an entire platoon be?
Apparently one is a party. Five is a swarm.
The Mandalorians fan out yet continue to act like a fearsome pack. Some taking to the air to badger the riflemen above. Others sticking to the ground of good old-fashioned shooting and swinging. Effective. Deadly. All against a bright, orange flare of fire spewing forth that lights the space in flame and heat. Two unfortunate men are currently on fire and three more are -- more fortunately -- dead.
Those who are able fire back. Others, pinned down, press against their barricades. <<"We're taking heavy fire!">>
A pause. Then an answer heard through the com of one of the dead guards nearby.
<<"That's what I pay you for.">>
--Sumi--
Sumi takes a swarm of fire, the shots making high pitched impacts against the beskar that constitutes her armor. Thanks to good training, the guards seek to incapacitate the older soldier, aiming for her legs and finding purchase there. Sumi is taken clean off her feet and lands hard on the ground, but there is no quit in the actions that follow. The blade she carried is swung low, catching a man at the ankle. While it did not bite into them the way it should have, the break was obvious. They clatter onto the ground just as Sumi rises up. She twists the blade to orient it toward the ground and plants it through their chest, killing them. This doubles as leverage to rise back up to her full height, and she yanks the blade free, searching for the next target!
--Hadrix--
He doesn't move to evade, only shifts himself to put the thicker portions of his plates towards the deluge of plasma hurled his way. Tinted metal scored but undamaged when blaster bolts splatter in plumes of ignited tibanna falling on shoulders, against the greaves and cuisse of his legs.
And one that grazes over cuisse to strike the gambeson beneath - thermo-kinetic weaves dissipating enough that it's pressure and heat that pulls Hadrix's attention towards them. A turn of his head, visor locking on Sumi's position when she hits the ground fighting and his attention goes back to the fight when she keeps moving, <<"Say if you need aid.">> said over clan comms while heavy steps carry him forward. Inexorable.
Another pair are shrouded in fire, melting plastoid armor and igniting fabrics, the man whom it emanates from underlit like some fireside story of devils of deep space.
--Zelo--
Boots step over the fallen guard as the Nautolorian advances from the end of the balcony. If they remain, he's unlikely to stop until he reaches the other side. A crackling bolt of plasma is aimed for Zelo, center mass - smart - but in the fluid grace of his walk, his mass is elsewhere as his walk seems to dance a little, path less than predictable.
A shot is snapped at the next rifleman, but it fires wide as he himself dodges. Rising in victory with the barrel raised, the blackout guard has just enough time to notice that an E-11 Carbine recharges and readies for fire much faster than most rifles. The second shot takes him in the shoulder, dropping the gun to the ground and spinning him in a pirouette which sends him crashing into the railing where he tumbles over. A scream briefly rends the air, cut short when it's discovered that barricades are great for cover but less so for safe landings. No count needed this time. Those below have enough to focus on. Zelo continues his advance.
--Terek--
One of these days, Terek is going to remember to get that leg plate made out of beskar so he can stop getting shot in the leg.
Today is not that day.
Terek gets shot in the thigh, which knocks him down as he rolls for cover. He quickly squeezes off a round at the guy who just shot him, tagging him in the torso with a pair of quick shots, and then finds his cover, grunting as he puts his free hand on his injured leg, <"I'm hit but still good. How are we on the main objective?"> Terek replies to Hadrix over comms.
--Nix--
The mini-mando sets herself up and she walks after the group just watching the chaos around her. A bolt goes into her left arm and there is another steadying breath. "The more you shoot at me. The more I shoot back." Her helmet calls out over the group. She releases more bolts and watches the burst work, pow pow pow. She stumbles back a little and shakes it out. Her arm is hurting but she doesn't seem to really let it bother her. The gun is lifted up again and her eyes narrow as she moves.
--Valeska--
<<"Boss, we can't hold the line! They're too---AAARGH!">> FWOOOSH. A burst of flames interrupts a desperate plea, sending the armoured man to the ground rolling around trying to put himself out.
At the ground floor, the body count rises exponentially and though the Mandos are taking hits, they are not slowing down. What was supposed to be a battle is turning into a horror show. Are these men and women really paid /that/ well? Probably not.
From the coms comes a long, annoyed sigh. <<"Very well. Fall back to the inner defenses.">>
<"Fall back! Fall back!"> Comes the yell from those still alive and able to move. Under cover fire, those who remain start retreating deeper into the compound, clearing out the main room.
The Kora, who have a detailed map of this place, know exactly where those corridors are leading. Just so happens to be exactly where they need to go, as well.
Giving chase and unsatisfied with a job unfinished, the Kora are hot in pursuit: taking time to reload as they go or stab themselves with bacta injections. And a good thing to because what waits for them in the antechamber before Uvato's office are a pair of large, BX-series Commando droids. Primed and ready.
--Sumi--
After receiving aid from Nix, and stowing her sword in the nearest dead body for 'safekeeping', Sumi drew out her Enforcer and locked back the hammer in preparation for combat. That was about when they encountered these BX battle droids. Sumi isn't the first one in this time, but she does open fire. Two misses spark off their armor chassis, but a third shot finds purchase and the slug sinks deep, exhuming sparks from within. <"I hate droids,"> Comments Sumi, a veteran from the clone wars when droids were more prevalent and rekking annoying.
She locks back the hammer and prepares for another trio of shots.
--Hadrix--
<<"Maestro. I'm going to take your fingers one knuckle at a time...">> the voice cooing through the growl, one that is deeper. A sound born in the depths of the big man, <"Right on time, Terek..."> answered to the Cathar en route, barely pausing to hit Nix with a bacta-stim in the process. To try and put her up as close to one hundred percent as he can.
The Incinerator tanks were reading low, so it was slung. The old shot-blaster replacing it until battledroidss make their appearance - chased by the roar of Sumi's revolver. A side arm throw of a figure eight shaped munition that bounces and skitters towards the commando units, spinning on axis before it erupts in a lightning filled sphere, creating wild forking patterns in armor and sending sparks from between armor joints.
<<"Follow Alor'Sumi's lead. Don't get bogged down... This one will fwit when we close in.">> switching back to clan comms, with his posture stooping, head low. Blood in the air. The slide of the old clone wars scatter gun ratchets and a plasma shell is chambered just ahead of the charging laser coils.
--Zelo--
As the welcoming party falls back and the balcony clears, Zelo finds himself without further rifles to harry. Casually, with the touch of his belt, the Nautolan steps up onto the railing and over to descend slowly in the care of his grav belt. Touching down, he looks for something to do, but wounds are already being tended by those far more skilled than he. Black pool eyes in H-visor watch where the enemy had fallen back, he joins the pursuit.
The droids are the next line of defense, for as long as they'll stand. Unfamiliar with their build or their sturdiness, Zelo again raises the E-11 to his shoulder and releases a pair of red bolts of sparking plasma, though both find purchase only in the wall behind. Zelo moves to the side, dropping to a knee to present the smallest target possible and steady his aim. Within that Skyripper helmet, the red glow unseen without continues to kindle.
--Terek--
Terek had stopped for a moment to get a bacta shot from Nix, giving her a thumbs up before he heads further down the hallway. Having to get into a position for a firefight with the next defensive layer, he presses his back against a wall as he peeks the corner. Great, droids. Old but that's never stopped them from being a pain in the tail before. From his covered position he picks one of the droids, and opens fire, blasting a pair of shots into its chest, a third one striking the wall behind it, before Terek ducks back, <"Anyone got an ion blaster?"> He asks over comms as he waits for the return fire from those droids.
--Nix--
Nix grunts quietly as Hadrix gives her the bacta-stim. She moves over to Sumi and fixes her right up rather quickly as she moves over to Terek and tries to fix him up as best she can. Then she lifts up her gun and turns to move after Hadrix. She walks after the crew and tries her best to shoot at the droids that are in front of them. She frowns as she stumbles back and misses the one she was aiming at. There is a little brow lift and she shakes her head. "I have an Ion grenade but I don't have the best shot." Her voice metallic through the helmet.
--Valeska--
<<"I'm sure you will, Hadrix Kora. Do you still operate in prying information from the pleading or is this a strict, slit-my-throat affair?">>
The two droids stand very much in the Kora's way -- two Commando battlebots from way back when. Not just a flex of power but a flash of credits as these particular models costs a ridiculous amount of money to produce. So of course someone who refers to himself as 'Maestro' wouldn't have just one but two of them.
Immediately set upon by the horde of armoured wraiths, the two BX droids move far faster and far more fluid than droids ought to. Though they are still taking hits and hard. Slugs and bolts find the weaknesses between the smooth armour plating and a well-thrown ion grenade temporarily stuns the pair of automatons; making their movements sluggish.
Sparks are flying. It smells like fried wires and burnt o-zone. And when the droids return fire, it is at a frighteningly rapid pace.
--Sumi--
Sumi steps out, firing again, whilst calling out <"Focus fire. Disable their means of moving if you can!"> POW.. POW.. POW! Each shot hits one of the droids, but the slugs are not causing the type of damage to slow or even harm the damned things. Sumi moves to one side, ducking beneath a series of shots that spark all around her. She'd have to switch weapons if they weren't successful in the combined effort and fire-for-effect. She locks the hammer back on the revolver and is ready to attack again!
--Hadrix--
Never breaking stride, Al'Verde Kora launches one leaping stride that becomes a forward roll onto one shoulder, bouncing up from the awkward addition of his fuel tanks and then behind the nimble mechanicals in a half crouch, thumb keying a toggle on the shot-blaster.
<<"Never went for information... Torture is unreliable. I don't care about the pleading. Everyone begs eventually.">>
The curious technology of the weapon turning the plasma blast into a maelstrom of plasma bolts, surging towards hip joints at Sumi's direction - Hadrix is rising up to his feet as he goes, spinning on one foot and back pedaling to give distance, <<"Nix if you have a shot with an Ion, use it!">>
--Zelo--
Zelo's aim waivers as he tries to take a deep breath. To suppress his anger into a dead calm when targets are easy. Then a droid's shot strikes him in the chest and slams him into the wall hard enough to elicit a grunt, and a growl as the Nautolan rises - free of a chest wound by the power of Mandalorian Beskar beneath the glimmering blue paint of his chestplate. The growl turns into a roar within the helmet but not transmitted on vocoder. The first shot narrowly misses, but the second finds its mark in the softer metal near a droid's lightning-fast joints.
The sizzle of wires and zap of discharged plasma does not quell the anger, but it quiets the Nautolan within the beskar. Zelo advances down the wall, moving to further surround the droids with the rest of Clan Kora.
--Terek--
Terek's cover doesn't work as well as he would have liked, as he gets a blast to the shoulder, wincing as he pulls the rest of the way back behind the wall. His blaster was almost knocked out of his hand, so he quickly swaps it, blindly firing around the corner with the weapon, before ducking back behind cover. He has an idea, but it'll take his gun out of the fight if he does it.
--Nix--
Nix glances over to Hadrix and puts her gun behind her back and pulls a grenade from her belt. She feels the shot to her chest and she winces before she throws the grenade. The toss is rather strong but as the grenade drops the young woman watches nothing really happen and she growls. "I'm out." She calls over to Hadrix and she quickly glances around at the group with her. There are a few looks at wounds and she takes a deep breath waiting for the next move. She frowns and focuses.
--Valeska--
<<"Curious indeed. One wonders, then, where you got your intel. No matter. Tell me, my talkative friend. Do you believe it ends with me? There's still a bit to the story that you've not unearthed.">>
For the beating they are taking, the BX droids live up to their reputation. And their price tag. Sliding in and out of attack range, ducking shots, taking hits and still standing. One focuses its optics on Sumi and repeated in an eerily percise, mimiced tone of her voice: "I hate droids."
The pair stop only for a tick or two. Something beeps between them: orders received.
Their return fire is immediate, fanning out to try to pin the Kora then they turn squarely onto Hadrix in a flurry of unrelenting bursts.
--Sumi--
Prepped before hand, Sumi steps out, moving to one side and firing everything she had on hand. Two heavy slugs find purchase on the droid, and she punctuates her assault with the loud release of her vambrace laser. Now she is back behind cover, flinging open the cylinder of her revolver and emptying the casing out to begin filing in new ones. <"Reloading!"> She paid little mind to the droid mimicking her; must have been a quirk in its programming, or so she thought!
--Hadrix--
Leaning -into- the fire; allowing the heavy plates forged in the depths of Planet Ordo absorb the repeating fire from the battledroids, <<"Everyone talks. But it's unreliable... The rest is recon.">> the grin in his voice audible, feral, stepping towards one of the droids with his movements accented by the racking of the shot-blaster's slide cock. <<"Never even knew I was in your perimeter.">>
A side step and another lunge, <"Copy, covering!"> following the turn and stumble of the droid struck by heavy caliber slug. Shouldering it to actually rebalance it before Hadrix puts his barrel under the chin of one of the battered commando droids where it's optics can see itself reflected in the black of his T-Visor, its left replaced by the glow of his bionic.
The top of the droid's head bows off and it falls, 'boneless' to the ground.
--Zelo--
The droids, some of the best made, are not a true match for the Mandalorians. Only a diversion. As the first falls, pistol fire and scatterplasma making scrap of it, Zelo finds the cold still place in him, and in it his sights find a hip joint, dropping the remaining Commando droid to the ground with lancing plasma. Bootfalls advance and the E-11 lowers, the droid's body struggling to divert enough power to fight. One boot steps on the droids chest, the weight of the Nautolan pressing down on the droid to still its fight.
<"I hate."> This from the Nautolan's mouth. A blast restores the silence as the carbine releases a final bolt through the droid's brain. Without breaking stride, Zelo steps forward, two quick steps leading to his shoulder striking the doors. They burst inwards, the final barrier removed between the Mandos and their quarry.
--Terek--
Terek's managed to keep himself behind cover as the droids get brought down. All that's left now is the final room. Terek holsters his blaster and steps out of cover, his left arm coming up in front of him and the energy shield built into the gauntlet deploying in front of him, <"Get behind me as we breach. I should be able to take a few of their shots before you guys open fire.">
--Nix--
Nix frowns as she puts her belt back in order and then pulls a different gun. She stands up and moves after Hadrix and Sumi with her gun raised. The mini-mando is actually growling from under her helmet if Sumi or Hadrix are paying attention they might hear it. She turns her eyes to Terek and then Zelo. "Agreed." Her voice serious but it's clear that voice is from the helmet not the person wearing it.
--Valeska--
The sentry droids go down after a valiant fight. Can droids die with honour? Let's say they can. With the path cleared, the Kora continue their push deeper still; navigating the halls with the wireframe map built into their helmets. The doors to the office are not barred. Not barricaded. Not even locked.
Still fun to kick them in, though.
Inside is eight of the guardsmen that had retreated standing in a half circle in front of a large desk behind them. At that desk sits a man with a square jaw and long brown hair. Dressed in finery with his fingers entwined and elbows resting on the surface in front of him. Waiting.
The guardsmen stand at the ready but do not fire. They weren't told to. Definitely not getting paid enough to stand there and stare down a near dozen pissed off Mandalorians.
"Welcome, Sumi Kora. Hadrix Kora. Zelo Parrai. Terek Rosol. And---" He smiles ever-so-slightly. "Faath Crine. Forgive me. Nix now, mmm?" His men look at him nervously, but he simply raises a hand to stay them.
--Sumi--
Sumi was never one for theatrics or dialogue. If she was sent in to do a job or task, that's what she did. So as they breach, she's got her gun and vambrace up, firing like a wild woman! One of the guardsmen take the brunt of it, rocking back from a slug round before doubling in from a blast that came from her vambrace. He fell and Sumi moved to one side, opening the room up for the others in the clan to fire. Nothing smart came from her in response to fancy pants!
--Hadrix--
Sight of the target takes speech, briefly, from Hadrix. If it is him, by the sound let loose through his helmet vocalizers. Legs stretching out into a short sprint, getting up to speed in a handful of steps - one hand out to afford a two-tap smack to Sumi's shoulder plate. To let her know where he is and where he's going.
Up and over.
Launching and tucking himself into a ball, sparks fly off of him and plaster dust rains down when he narrowly clears the gap between the heads of guards and the ceiling. Hitting the top of the desk with enough force to crack wood and one hand shoots out to wrap a wampa paw around the neck of The Maestro. Squeezing hard enough to turn breath and voice to a whisper when he lifts to raise the man off his feet.
<"Hello..."> it's not Hadrix. It's fury. It's rage. It's savage intent made manifest. Blasterbolts are bouncing off of his back and shoulders, impacting and setting small fires. The Blackout Leader is brought close, so close that his head and The Boar-Wolf's helmet are millimeters apart, <"I'm so happy you're here... He's been awake... ssssooooooooo long.">
--Zelo--
Zelo's attention has little time for the man talking behind the desk. H-visor marks the active and armed individuals before him, and as Sumi's shots engage and Hadrix literally leaps into the action, there's no hesitation in the Nautolan. Starting from the middle, Zelo fires two bolts in quick succession. It would take a scientist and fancy measuring equipment, or cameras to say for sure, but two guards fly backwards with neck wounds so close to identical as to make no difference. Both bodies land, still with no fight left to offer.
Under any other circumstance, Zelo would ask for surrender. But... Something in him draws it out. <"Your weapons will get you killed. Drop them and you might live another day.">
He did say might. But neither of the Mandalorian's hearts are actually in the message.
--Terek--
Terek doesn't respond when he hears his name. It doesn't matter if that guy knows who he is, because that guy's never leaving this room.
The cathar Mandalorian hunkers down behind the shield as he rushes forward, feeling the energy shield take several hits, but continue to stand to the full assault from the guards, "You'll never break through this shield, your best bet is to throw your weapons down and surrender!"
--Nix--
Nix lifts her eyes up and she freezes. She's only ever told Hadrix her real name so how does this person know. Her hands grip the barrel of the rifle and her jaw tightens as she moves forward. Terek being on defense and her movements slow but she watches Hadrix go up and then people fire at him. She lifts her rifle up and fires at the one that hits him. The voice that comes from the mini-mando is different. It's deep and angry and the machine is definitely talking, "Don't touch my family!" The voice is loud and serious. Her hand rests softly on Terek's shoulder in support.
--Valeska--
One gets shot down immediately by Sumi and, as if that were some kind of unspoken cue, Hadrix is leaping like a predatory beast. The triggermen's response is immediate; blasters opening up on Hadrix in attempt to protect their superior from certain doom. While they hit, it appears to do nothing to stop that mad creature from landing hard on the desk and grabbing Maxwell by the kerchiefed throat.
The other Kora step in with pure instinct and deadly accuracy. Zelo felling two more while Terek raises his shield to protect his clanmates. Nix providing cover fire and splitting the attention of the guards. It is a sudden burst of action then it quells again. Those who remain try to spin their weapons around in attempt to stop Hadrix, but then they look back to the other four Mandos behind them. Back and forth. Pinned.
Maxwell, up close and personal with Hadrix, is left staring at his reflection in the visor and a single glowing red eye behind it. Face contorted in pain; choked sounds coming from his throat but not exactly an attempt at speach. Just grunts and sputters. Yet he still meets that glare he knows is under the helmet.
Then, dangling in the air, he raises a hand. Waves it around Hadrix even as his face is starting to turn red. The men hesitate... then the clattering of weapons hit the floor. One by one, the survivors put their hands behind their heads and lower themselves to their knees. It's over. However this will end for them.
Maxwell manages one word as his vision is starting to dim. "....Dax..."
--Hadrix--
<"Oh... don't worry. Some of what you say about Dax will be truth. I know some of it will be lies."> the shot-blaster set to rest beside one beskar sabaton'd boot. The balor glow behind the visor flaring and the purring from the big man is utterly elated. The now free'd hand raised to caress one of Maxwell's cheeks, the crown of the helmet leaning to rest just barely against the man held at his mercy.
<"I'm a man of my word... and we're very... very angry."> thumb brushing over the Maestro's cheek, the voice 904's, <"You're going to be alive and we're going to wring out everything you have to say. I can find the truth. But for now... Sleep."> head drawing back suddenly, coming back faster to let beskar impact with bone. A blow intended to subdue as well as injure.
--Zelo--
There is a long breath as the weapons finally drop to the floor. Black pool eyes look to the Cathar giving him cover. To Kora's Al'verde securing the man for which they had come. The one who had found her voice, tending to the wounded. The Alor... For all of them, and the one who should be here, but isn't, his trigger finger flexes. It would be so easy to just end the guards. But they weren't the reason for all of this. And he had as much as given his word.
Slowly, Zelo's E-11 is lowered to hang by the sling from his shoulder with one hand still on the grip. The figure in gleaming blue beskar approaches the guards and, one after the other, kicks their weapons back toward the door and the other Mandalorians. Then, with the fifth weapon removed, he turns. Vigilantly, he watches the once-guards of Blackout.
--Terek-- Once all of the weapons hit the ground, Terek lowers his shield arm and draws his blaster in order to hold in the direction of the guards just to be safe, "Finally some goons who are smart enough to know when they're beaten. You'd be surprised how many people are willing to die for a corpse."
--Nix-- The mini-Mando takes a deep breath and growls out as she sees the others giving up. She puts the gun away behind her back and then grabs her medpac again. She moves up beside Terek and works on his shoulder and she is so focused and it's as good as new when she's done. There is a little bow of her head as she turns the medicine to herself. She is breathing a little harder as she dabs the wound to her torso. She quickly triage's herself with less care than she does Terek. She grumbles annoyed before looking up and moving towards Hadrix and Sumi.
--Valeska--
No. No, they definitely weren't paid enough. But being in the Black Sun means you serve until you die. There is no getting out otherwise. So it is a mercy, perhaps, that Maxwell used his last act in freedom to signal them to stand down. Why? Difficult to say. He hardly seems the charitable type.
Whatever the case may be, the Koras are victorious. And as a gift to Vigo Fordon of Umbara, they didn't even level the place. It is upon these foundations that working relationships are formed.
As for Maxwell.
His fate is both clear and unclear. He will leave here alive but no one will ever see him again. But this man -- this leader in the Black Sun. He had intel. To track Valeska everywhere she went. Enough to hound the Kora for months. To know their names. Why? That's a question worth answering. But not today.
The last thing Maxwell sees is the violet-hued Mandalorian crooning over horrors to come then a SPIKE of pain against his face. The bridge of his nose breacks, blood gushes from his forehead, and Maxwell slumps in Hadrix's grip. Unconscious.
