Log:Kora: Boarding Party

Aboard the mercenary craft,

OOC Date: December 22, 2022
Location: Aboard the Bloody Resolve
Participants: Sumi Kora, Amaia Dara, Valeska Kora, Terek Rosol, Jallo Dara, Kirana Ryder, Jallo Dara and Hadrix Kora as GM Mandalorians, Clan Kora,

The ventral docking hatch, the boarding hatch, was connected and the Kyr'am Ra Kote was connected to the larger shape of the mercenary craft, forcing its connection to a portside secondary hatch that Gripper had opened and the Gozanti's crew secured seconds after it snapped open under the infiltrator droid's slicing. Blaster fire was thick in the air, with the reek of plasma and ozone from the exchange that Mir commanded with his massive rifle barking fire with each fusillade.

The assault team went in under cover fire, the Boar-Wolf of Ealor at the head of the pack vibro-ax in hand and weaving through fire a man possessed, <<"Move to the bridge! Smash them down, take the ship, give them vengence!">> the voice from Hadrix's comms a growl, wet, a primal thing set loose and heavy with rage.

The corridor the Mandalorians had entered was live with plasma fire exchanges with little time to think and less to act, a crossfire from the mercenary crew trying to repel the assaulting party. Smoke was heavy in the air, fires burned where blaster fire struck walls or had ignited bodies now sprawled out on the floor.

Bridge. Smash. Ship. Vengence. The Mandalorian grocery list.

Valeska enters the battlefield with the list on her mind. Especially the part about taking the ship. Now she has a goal and she functions much better with direct goals. Take the ship means get to the bridge. Get to the bridge means cutting a path. Cutting a path means... well. Okay. That one is pretty straightforward. But see how easy it is when one has a to-do list?

Step one: cut said path. Easy peasey lemon squeezey. There's plenty of plasma to go around yet when she rushes into the fray, Valeska is spoiled for choice. She fires in the direction of the foes, but there are plenty of outcroppings to duck around and crates to crouch behind. Lots of cubby holes in which for the soon-to-be ex-owners of the ship to prolong their lives.

There was no rage in the rattataki female who made her way in with the party. Amaia Dara was here under orders, and she moved with a sort of quiet determination that echoed that of her clansmate, as she moved out along with the troops who had landed and were proceeding on mission towards the bridge. The gunner bore no weapons save those which she always carried with her, a holdout blaster, and the laser extruding from her vambrace, its bolt taking out one of the enemy fighters as she stepped sideways to clear the way for those coming up behind herself. She moved from best cover to best cover, using the features of the ship to her advantage.

Kirana Ryder was still in the med bay with her mother as the rest of the team prepared for boarding. Having calmed (somewhat), she looks to the attending medical person and says, monotonously, "get me my helmet."

While sprinting into the medbay from the engine room before, she had thrown her helmet down in the hallway in an effort to save a modicum of time.

When the medical attendant leaves, Kirana raises her right arm and presses her thumb to a small, self-modified switch on the lower end of her forarm. Doing this, she swipes her finger upward, toward her wrist, and produces pinched between thumb and forefinger a thin strip of white flimsi with hand-written Mirialan script vertically down its center. Kira closes her eyes and holds the flimsi vertically up to her face, murmuring quietly in the Mirialan language. Her words are so quiet as to be unheard even if you were to stand beside her. As the door's hydraulics hiss when the medical officer comes back in to the room she opens her eyes and places the flimsi down on her mother's armored chest. "Thank you," she says, turning to grab her helmet from the officer and without another word, marches out of the medbay, fastening the head armor into place.

Kira will enter the battle behind the rest of the group, her mother's blaster in-hand. The blaster served two purposes: justice for her mother, delivered by Sumi's own weapon - and it allowed her to save her melee fighting for the Big Bad where she can really find some violent retribution.

Squeezing off a pair of shots, her aim was unfocused, her mind elsewhere. The missed shots will bring her to the 'now', harnessing her worry and desire to hurt someone into her fighting prowess. Looking for Sana, she'll take cover near the other Morellian and fight alongside her for the initial boarding. Sana had trained Kirana, and if there was anyone here she could fight with instinctually, it'd be her.

With his Al'verde Hadrix Kora leading their charge, Hahtavi is queued up and ready for the boarding action as they force the connection through. The ramikad is kitted out in his usual mostly black and grey Siege armor with his Mandalorian made Galaar rifle clipped to his tactical rig across his chest, already in hand.

<<"OYA! Let's do this!">> Eager and ready to go, Haht gets moving as soon as the access clears and he can push ahead, following his commander's and Sumi's leads onto the mercenary craft. Boots thunder over the enemy ship's deck plates as the Kora team and their allies charge into the fray, seeking targets and taking fire.

The instant he's got a clear line of fire and sees targets, Hahtavi is firing his carbine. The first shot strikes true but the punch of the bolt throws the man's center of gravity off balance, causing Haht's second shot to miss and burn the bulkhead right where his target had been an instant before.

Sana Ryder entered the fray with out much fanfare. Her target, one of the commanders aboard this enemy vessel, drew her immediate attention and she had to ignite her jetpack to reach them. The commander she closed the distance to was directing fire, commanding their troops, and the only thing that distracted them from that was the weighted landing that sounded like durasteel KONKING durasteel. When he turned to face her, he saw the crimson Mandalorian helmet with a dark visor outlined with the teeth of graiveh, and the fur-skin cape complete with a wolf head draped over the helm glaring at him.

Surprise yielded a sudden curse before his body struck the deck absent his head; the departed cranium landed a second later, its facial expression locked in terror and pain as it rolled down the stairs. Sana stepped over the body, yanking free a second beskad blade from her back to begin wading into the mess of troops, Marines, and other Commanders. The Red Wolf of Rena was silent, and her 6ft tall frame could be seen taking a right flank.

Jallo brings his E-14 up from where he'd holstered it pulling the stock back as he goes through the breach with the rest of the Mandalorians bringing the short carbine up to squeeze a pair of shots at what appears to be some of the leadership second shot striking true and causing some damage and with the incendiary bolts flickers of flames escape from the injury site.

Not killed, not outright, but the repelling marine trying to hold the line against the behemoth of Al'Verde Kora is found missing an arm and part of his shoulder blade when the ax head comes around in a wide outward arc, hooking beneath their weapon and sending a fantail of blood that is only more violent for the hypersonic vibrations of the blade. It was a backhand stroke and taken almost in afterthought in the forward trek that carried the dark armored figure past and deeper into the fray.

Bodies fell and others moved to fill the gaps in the attempt to hold back the Mandalorian wave crashing against them, splitting forces and sending several tumbling to the ground.

"Shore up! Shore up!" "Watch your crossfire!" "L-Form! L-FORM!"

One of the commands shouting, trying to get a position for the troops more often used for ambushes than trying to build a killbox. The corridor that has become a warzone leading towards one of the main turbolifts of the cruiser - the halls alive with the sounds of blasters, screams and warning klaxons intermingling.

"Try to flank! GET IN THEIR FLANKS!"

Another wave of fire, blackening walls and darkening strip-lights while Hadrix stands, momentarily, with the thrust-spike of the bearded vibro-ax pointed forward to direct the charge.

Tea and cake or death. Tea and cake or death.

It started out as the Mando Grocery List, but now the mantra has formed in Valeska's head as something wholly different. It's a marching beat if nothing else: a bop to tap one's toes to. Valeska hears the shouting but can't honestly tell who's yelling at who. Cut a path and bridge. Cut a path and bridge. That's the one, that's the one.

Blam and blam! Onwards goes the little ditty going on in her head as her boots keep the beat and her tracker drops the bass. One foe falls to the floor fully dead from the dope tempo she's dropping while the other cannot help but dance to the tune, hopping on one leg because the other has been half-blown off from the knee down.

Mai moved in formation, spreading out to cover as much ground as possible, tracking the team's fire and assisting as she could as she continued the press forward, offering support, as was her usual assignment. There was no also, no need for glory in the Dara female, and when she saw one of the enemy ahead take a hit but keep his feet, a blast from her vambrace finished the job. She did not mind finishing jobs. It all amounted to victory in the end. Or so was the hope.

Running out from behind the bulkhead she'd been using for cover, Kirana advances to the next, nearest to Sana. While Sana does battle with one of the Commanders, Kira covers her by taking shots at another. Her eyes are narrowed with intense focus. Any small movement within her peripherals will be taken notice of and she's on hyper alert while the adrenaline flows through her body. Having spent most of her life training with Sana, she could read the woman's movements and accurately predict what would come next. When Sana twists in one direction, Kira shoots in the direction opposite, having known it would be a safe location to blast at the other's opponent. And when Sana moves in the other direction, so too will Kirana already have started lining up her next blast in the first location. The shots missed, but the more important objective was to cover Sana. She had one mother already at death's door - she wasn't going to have another.

Bolts are flying back and forth in rapid succession from both sides. Haht lost track of the man he'd wounded who'd looked like an officer. Using what cover he may, he twists and bounds up to the jam of an inset bulkhead, his shoulder rammed into it to brace himself, looking for another clear target. One of the merc Marines obliges by sticking his helmeted head out from a corridor and Hahtavi does his best to blow it off! The first shot hits but the merc's instinct to duck the frak back saves them from being hit by the second bolt that immediately follows.

Haht spares a quick glance to keep tabs on his brothers and sisters in arms, and Hadrix using his vibro axe to direct their way.

In an instant, Hahtavi is back to choosing his next move, choosing his moment to dash further up the corridor, bounding to new cover and a fresh firing position.

<<"Making progress! Keep pushing! Anyone needs a medic or other help, remember sing out!">>

When the second sword is brandished, Sana is shot at by another commander. Initially, she had swung and missed, but now having two blades, the flurry of attacks that followed were much more fluid and continuous. Sana knew she was no longer alone, in one of her twists, she had caught sight of Kirana Ryder closing in to cover, using a ranged weapon. Much like they had trained in the battle proximity velocities, Sana moved in tandem with the younger Morellian.

In this small duo arrangement, Sana came in contact with the Commander she had intended to kill earlier. She accomplishes that goal by slicing low with one sword, then slamming the second's point through their chest after they hit the ground. She props her booted foot upon their back and yanks the blade free, moving forward and trusting Kirana had the sense and situational awareness to keep up.

Hadrix had called for a flank, and that's exactly where Sana and Kirana were.

There's a searing pain in his chest as the bolt strikes him. Terek rolls after he hits the ground, the air knocked out of him and his body slumped against the wall for a few moments after he hits the ground.

It takes a moment or two before he comes back over comms, <"I'm good."> He's not quite as good as he thinks, the pain being dulled by the adrenaline, melted durasteel dripping down onto the deckplate below him as he pushes himself back up to his feet, turning back to the guy who hit him, and delivering two quick shots, one to the lower torso where there's no armor, then the second one to the head.

Terek turns slightly and fires off a third shot into one of the other troops, before turning back behind the cover he had been running for when he got hit, another blast hitting next to his head as he makes it behind that bulkhead. Another spike of adrenaline keeps pushing him forward.

Jallo takes a blast to his chest the impact knocking him back slightly however the Beskar saving him from a worse injury.. The E-14 snaps over and two bolts are fired the first one a solid hit and the second where he expected the marine to go however it's not where the marine ended up. <"I'm hit but good.">

A hole opened in the defenses the way is made clear to push further into cruiser, leaving bodies and chaos in their wake and more trying to chase after. Fire suppression systems breath clouds where the conflagrations have grown up too wild for automated systems to ignore. Some falling almost as quickly as they attempt to fill the gaps left by those downed before them.

<<"Hahtavi, Val, portside bulkhead, open us a passage to the lift. Daras, centerline them, Ryders starboard flank. Terek on my shebs and stick there.">>

One of the mercenaries barking orders garners the big man's attention, firing shots from a light repeater that smash against his shoulder pauldron with a hissing [ansi(#FF0000,SPAK!) and then from his cuirass. Drawing out the mass of Hadrix's person into full motion again, raising their rifle like a club to batter aside one swing, then another, each one coming closer until the last shoots sparks with fragments of their helmet carved away and leaving the skin exposed, reddened by the nearness of the weapon's edge.

More of the repelling troops are forced back into their pockets, forced to cover to avoid incoming fire and others spraying blaster bolts to offer cover for allies daring to lean out to take their shots. The shouting among the mercs continue, headset comms utilized, lacking the enclosed benefits of Mandalorian gear muffling the melee happening outside.

One of these days Val will need to get a killer, internal sound system installed into her gear. Nothing says liberating a cap ship like the raw twang of a grissled, bluesy singer humming over a piano accordion and a solid drum beat. Hoowee. Can you smell the po' boys from here? Alas, she only has the music in her head to guide her today and even then, it's not all that great.

<<"Ask and thou shall recieve, ori'jag.">> The tracker slung ceremoniously to dangle from her shoulder and her frag pulled out with the flourish of a mad magician. She holds it up like she had plucked the fruit from a blooming tree, wiggling it in Hahtavi's direction. The smile under her helmet is expressed in the physical gesture. <<"Whaddya say, Tavi? The ol' Kora salute?">>

A thumb activates the egg and she lobs it underhanded like a father throwing a pitch to a toddler. <<"Fire in the hole, yeah?!">> Everyone gets that warning, even the enemies. Enough to send them scattering but not fast enough to keep a few from getting peppered with explosive shrapnel.

Amaia gave only a brief glance to Jallo, as the Daras received their marching orders. They had known each other long enough that communication was not strictly necessary to fall into a working tamdem. The female went ahead, broaching the storm of bodies, allowing Jallo the room to maneuver his longer ranged weapon allowed. As the grenade exploded, she turned briefly away, allowing the flare of light to pass over her before she turned back, firing at one of the injured as she pushed ahead. Clearing the road was something she could do.

Sana wouldn't need to worry about Kira keeping up. Advancing first with Sana by instinct, and then being ordered to do so by the Al'Verde, she'll come out of her cover to run behind Sana as the two move around the starboard side of the vessel.

<"I want a bite at this ship's Commander,"> she calls out to Sana as they advance. With Sana a few feet ahead, Kira will fire covering fire forward of her position so nobody can interfere with their advance. <"If I've learned anything since we separated.."> she continues, taking another round of shots forward of Sana's position, <"if I've had to teach myself anything.."> rounding a corner, she holds her mother's blaster forward, prepared to issue more covering fire, <".. it's that you can kill anyone.">

No sooner have the words come out of his mouth than Hahtavi catches a bolt - not in his teeth, thankfully, but against his chest plate. It richochets off of his beskar and he is essentually unharmed though he can feel some of the heat from the scorth just as he's getting into cover once more. He spares a quick glance down, mostly to make sure his rifle wasn't damaged.

<<"Hahtavi copies, portside bulkhead aye.">> There'e a look to Valeska is still a bit ahead of himself in the corridor so he follows her lead as the pair of them move to the left. She throws a grenade and Hahtavi opens up with his Galaar, firing to clear the way!

Both of his shots hit and take one of the Marine's down. Covering Val as much as attacking the mercs on their side as ordered, Hahtavi pushes their assault as directed. Somehow he catches something Kirana says even through all of noise of their firefight. Something about biting the ship's commander sets Hahtavi to laughing in a rather Sumi like fashion as he keeps killing people.

Sana throws one of her blades and it whistles across the brief distance with a loud -- WOOFWOOFWOOFWOOF--THUUUUNK. It sank deep into the stomach of another commander, the woman favoring light armor and no regretting it. As she came to realize her fate at the slow approach of a crimson Mandalorian, she tried to will herself to backstep, and call out for help. Lungs no longer functioned, air failed to make sound in her throat, and for that moment of tachypsychia, she saw the flutter of the wolf cape as Sana used her remaining sword to disconnect her weight bearing leg in a single biting pass.

The commander collapsed onto the deck looking up and watching as Sana drew the blade from her chest casually in passing. She passed from the pain and trauma, mesmerized by the blaster bolts going every which way and sparks raining down from above.

Sana responds, stopping short of being blasted by another officer and watching the blast smack the starboard bulkhead. <"If it bleeds, we can kill it."> Is all Sana offers; wisdom in simplicity.

Terek's first couple of steps after he leaves cover to join behind Hadrix reminds him that yes, he is in fact hurt. His breath is labored for a moment before he pulls up behind his favorite living shield wall, <"On you.">

His aim is just a hair off as he fires around Hadrix at the trooper that shot him. One shot strikes within a milimeter of the guy, splashing against a wall. The troop turns to look at the blast mark. Then gets hit in the chest a second later. Eyes on the prize.

The E-14 in Jallo's hands barks out another two times as he shoots at the Marine that had the audacity to shoot at him earlier finally dropping the Marine before he starts to look around for another proper target.

Explosions and focused fire do as intended, herding the enemy from the lift hatch, reducing the effectiveness of return fire and providing the Mandalorians with their opportunity. Through all of the smoke and plasma fire there is one small gap opened, a swirling in the smoke like a rocket contrail that forms around the heat of a blaster bolt fired through.

Ejecting from her socket a moment after Hadrix lands a thrust of his ax haft against his foe followed by a heavy booted kick to shove them back, Gripper surges through the morass of sound and flame. All four legs attaching to the side of a panel and pulling her in close for a slicing probe to start its work - making the heavy doors slam open with the hiss of pneumatics that turns heads.

<<"In! In and UP!">> turning away from the commanding mercenary he'd been tangled with, Hadrix heads for the open hatch, body turning hard to one side as a staggering barrage of blaster bolts slam into his back plates. Spots of his armor burning cherry red and parts of the krayt scale cape carbon scored when the thick hide repels much of the impact but less of the burn.

"DON'T LET THEM IN! DON'T LET THEM IN!" one of the mercenaries cries out, waving his rifle and pointing for others to give chase. Bodies pile from behind cover, carbines and rifles screaming, bulkheads blackening and being set aflame anew in those moments needed for the Mandalorians to stack in. Chased by burning death and the hatch slammed shut behind them by the ID10 droid attached now to the interior console,

"Deja vu..." the little black droid utters, simulating the sounds of heavy breathing.

<<"Mir, we're clear.">> <<"Copy">>

Muffled, fading with the rise of the turbolift, the unmistakable shriek of an E-Web opening fire can be heard. And screams.

A bit of a breather has Valeska occupying herself with nudging over to Hadrix and tending to a rather obvious wound on him while he, in turn, is distracted by helping that far-more-injured Terek. <<"Gotta wonder if you even feel 'em anymore, ori'jag,">> she offers warmly, ripping a wider hole in the already damaged fiberweave so that she can slap a comfy bacta patch on it. This one has the Green Fighter from a popular kids show. <<"Sorry. Was all they had left at the vendor but hey. I hear the green one is the favorite, yeah?">>

Patting the man's helmet, Valeska then leans against the wall of the lift and checks her remaining charges. <<"They're gonna be waitin' at the top. Be rude not to give them some kinda show. I'll go easy on the grenades, yeah? Don't want to put too many holes in our shiny new ship.">>

Amaia settled into an easy wait, as the group gathered in the lift. Her weapons, such as they were, were inspected, and she stood sentinel ahead of Jallo, keeping to formation as she waited, the ride allowing time for those with the ability to heal to apply patches as best they could. As her own skills tended to machines and not men, she did not attempt to assist beyond whatever manual manipulation might be required. "Continuing moving along the center." In case anyone was wondering what the female planned to do once the lift opened.

Stepping in to the lift, Kirana is silent as the group patch themselves up and reload and such. For her part, Kira will give an 'I'm with you' nod at Sana while simultaneously jamming Sumi's DL-44 into the bantha hide holster at her left thigh. Reaching under the cape (which is really a collapsed wingsuit) attached to her armor, she withdraws a long handle from a hardpoint behind her shoulder and turns to face the turbolift doors.

Spreading her feet to shoulder-width, right arm extended out to her side, she could be seen as a silhouette with the glowing lights of the floors they ascend beyond leaking through the cracks in the doors. Her left arm shoots out to that same side and her combat staff extends from both ends. <"Let's make this quick now,"> she says, venom in her voice. <"I want to be back when Sumi wakes.">

It's a rush and a crush to get in through the doors in time under heavy and rapid fire. Hahtavi piles through with the rest of the Mandos, armor clanking hard against one another to get through, jostling one another so Gripper can reseal the doors as quickly as possible. The mad scrample actually works!

As soon as the doors close, Hahtavi speaks up, <"Who's hurt?"> He lets his rifle hang from the tactical rig over his chestplate and grabs his medpac from his utility belt, <"Jallo, let me see if I can help you with that leg, vod."> The space is a little cramped and others he can't reach as easily.

Given concent, Haht kneels down on one knee and starts to remove a plate from Jallo's armor to better access the thigh. A hypo is produced first, chems carefully selected and measured to treat for shock, pain, and a boost of antibitics. That gets stabbed into his friend's leg first before bacta is applied. <"That should stop the bleeding and help you stay mobile. I'll do what I can to help you keep up if you need a hand."> The fiberweave layer is resealed over the bacta patch, then Jallo's thigh plate refastened.

Alas, that's all Hahtavi has time to tend to before the lift is nearly to their next waypoint. The medpac is resecured to his belt and Haht stands up, looking around quick to check on the status of the rest ere his gauntlets return to his rifle when he sees Valeska has a frag ready to greet them with. He smiles behind his helmet's visor, <"Jate.">

Sana had sustained a blow protecting Kirana from harm. The blast was enough to knock her off her rhythm, but when the party responsible was eliminated, and the rest of their group rallied in the lift, it gave time for Sana's healing factor to kick in. Blood trickled down the exterior of her arm's armor, but if one were to inspect the damage for themselves, they'd see that the wound had already closed. Sana held both swords up, resting lazily over each shoulder as she waited for the lift doors to part, and the fun to begin.

Kirana's comment about Sumi waking earns a brief look from Red Wolf who catches herself about to say, 'if', but decides it might be best to let it lie. A brief thought is paid to her old student, recalling the time a century ago when Sumi was but a little orphan with nothing but fight and defiance. She supposed if anyone could pull through the injuries sustained, it might be the curmudgeon she raised.

<"The only path is forward."> Sana says to the others. <"Victory does not know retreat.">

The tanks still feel the hits? That is strangely comforting. <"Ah, good. Then I won't expect to numb up to it anytime soon, yeah? Pain is weakness leavin' the body and all that.">

Dig. Top floor. The doors open and there is a whole welcoming party waiting to greet them. <"Aw, Terek. Look. They remembered your birthday."> She says this all, of course, while pinning herself as close to the wall as she can because no one in their right mind will stand there and wait for someone to finish their quips. In fact, it's highly likely that no one even heard her.

But Val is amaused.

More so when she pulls a grenade from her belt and laughs. <"Okay, one more. Then no more holes, yeah?"> How could she pass up this opportunity? She chucks the frag in, clearing a bit of the crowd by four hapless thugs and remains in the lift. Out of the way for the others to do what they do best.

As the lift opened, Mai moved forward and left, leaving an opening for the team behind her, laser sending a bolt towards the aftermath of the grenade, but not doing much damage, alas. Still, she adjusted as she looked for some cover to, perhaps, dampen the incoming return fire. A hand reached down, checking the holdout at her hip, but she did not switch to it.

After her one-liner (if it can really be considered that, it was lame), Kirana would hold her pose silently until the turbolift crashes to a halt. Once the doors open she immediately jumps in to action, using her staff to help her maneuver within the crowd of soon-to-be-dead bodies of combatants. Jamming the staff into the floor she vaults over one kneeled combatant, landing in front of Mydas.

She stands before him a brief moment, uttering: <"Su'cuy."> Kirana's staff is raised upward from below, catching the ship's Commander under his chin with the upward slice, then uses her rotating momentum to shove in to him, knocking him into a console. Her staff is stabbed forward like a lance to get him in the throat, her favorite move, but he had used his own momentum from behind shoved to roll -just- out of the staff's blitz. Jumping back a foot and a half, the Morellian twirls the staff in a light flourish, preparing for her next series of strikes.

Rifle up, ready to start blazing the moment the doors open and there were targets to sight up on and start shooting, Hahtavi braces himself to one side of the doors to give the others as much room to blaze away and pile out at the same time. Only the view of what they see when the doors DO open almost leaves Hahtavi gaping - at least for a fraction of a second. <"MYDAS?! What the osik is he doing here?!"> Haht might say more but he's too busy firing away at the object of his startled attention before that Hutthumper might flee, <"Quick! Get him before he runs away!"> Expecting Mydas to do just that, /this/ Kora gets in two shots that both nail the figure with the golden edged Mandalorian armor.

Seeing both his shots nail he whom Hahtavi thinks is Mydas, he shouts, <"THAT IS FOR SUMI, you Dar'Manda piece of osik!"> Adrenlin is dumping into his blood stream and for a few seconds, Haht is too hyped up on the figure up ahead in the corridor to be aware of much else. The others pile out of the lift and his view is instantly obscured so that he doesn't even see if Mydas has gone down or not. His own boots pound the deck plates after, trying to close it up. Lots of firing and chaos lighting everything up - so much so that Haht even forgets to think about cover as he charges forward into the maw.

Sana was tall for a woman, with long legs that made it easy to stroll quickly. This is exactly what happened when she crossed the distance to join the battle. Targeting another commander, she struck precisely across their throat, spilling blood across the bulkhead where they were turned from the blow, and their artery sprayed.

A second commander was engaged, but they had the sense to back away from Sana, ducking under the heavy swing that created a loud WHOOOOSH when it passed over their head. Sana was already starting the next attack with the other blade, seamlessly moving with the endurance of a warrior who had fought for more than a century.

There might as well be a ding as the turbolift reaches the command deck. The door hisses open, and Val quips about his birthday. He grins under the helmet, <"It's just what I wanted.">

He squeezes a pair of shots off from his blaster as soon as he gets a Marine in his sights. His target goes down in a heap, smoldering as Terek gets up to move, piling out of the lift and towards a close piece of cover. He'll stick with Hadrix the whole way through them to the commander.

Jallo aims the E-14 down towards the marines squeezing off a couple of shots both missing before he takes some cover behind something. He tilts the carbine off to one side to take a quick 'look' at the ammo remaining, "Gonna need to reload soon.">

No Soul.

That was what Dar'Manda meant.

When the attack began it was swift, explosions sending one group flying to return fire from prone positions or nursing wounds while leaning from partial cover. Some using the crew pit like slit trenches, some of the stray bolts smashing against transparisteel view windows and others ricocheting off of armor crafted of Mandalorian skill, shots turned aside by the curve of plates. Or stopped cold by gleaming Mandalorian Iron.

The officer remaining in the wake of Sana's rage is looked at by Hadrix. Helmeted head tilting to one side before his knee bends and a trio of rocket-darts leap across the distance. One surging over their shoulder and the other two striking home. The mercenary's left leg kicked out from beneath him by the impact to his thigh, his forward fall driving the other between ribs before both detonate, hurling the body into a barrel roll that leaves it half-over the edge of the port crew pit, sliding and tumbling down in a broken heap.

The remaining mercenaries are left to choose between panic and tactics and their unfortunate drive is for panic when they continue to fire in the desperate hope of fending off, of driving away, the attacking Mandalorians.

Valeska's follow up fire isn't as potent as a grenade gift. These guys are at least noteworthy in their training to avoid being shot. Well, shot by her. They are having much worse luck with everyone else. Some around her appear to have some kind of personal beef with the dude in gold, but for her she doesn't even know the name. He's erased before it matters but still she can't help but ask: <"Who was the gold loser? And why is his corpse worth these guys dying for?">

Apparently so as a well-aimed shot finds her bum leg almost immediately after. Perhaps they didn't like their leader being called a loser. Should she have gone with dork? This question will haunt her as Valeska's right leg immediately buckles under the pressure and she falls to a left-knee'd kneel. What isn't already metal in that limb is BURNING with pain, making her eyes water and her teeth grit hard enough for her to hear the pressure ringing in her ears. <"Rekk me! Did it have to be /that/ rekkin' leg?!">

The word that Jallo needed to reload adjusted Amaia's movements, as she was still in formation with her clansmate, and she stepped forward, putting herself in front, a shield against any attacks coming in to the Dara who was, in this satellite branch of Clan Dara, her Alor. "Reload if you need to. I will cover you." True to her word, she stood her ground, laser hitting hard into one of the merc troop still trying to put up a fight.

Collapsing her staff in the center, transforming in to two batons, Kira holds the right one to her side to deflect a counter attack, and the left in the air to strike at the Dar'Manda. But before she could strike, two red blaster bolts zipped past her, striking the man dead. Caught up in the midst of the melee, she didn't have time to spin around and acknowledge Hahtavi's shots just this moment, but it would come.

Twirling to the side to strike at the nearest soldier, it turned out he'd already had his blaster aimed at her. Kirana catches a bolt above her belly, stumbling backward with a <"gaah!">. Bumping into a bulkhead, she jams one of her batons into the wall to push herself forward, then strikes with her left baton at the soldier that had just blasted her. She catches him in the wrist in an attempt to disarm him, but the pain from the fresh blast wound affected her maneuvering, her other two strikes coming up short.

Indeed, Hahtavi is even then trying to push forward to see if the figure who's now down really might be Mydas or just some other bastard that has similar looking armor. Before he might do that though, in closing the distance, Hahtavi is hit soundly in the right leg. It takes his leg out from under him and he falls against the bulkhead, almost going down in surprise. His Galaar manages to track the fellow who shot him and this Kora shoots the Marine right back, dropping the foe. <"Wayii!">

It's all rather a little surreal. Haht has no chance yet to check the identity of the armored figure who's down. There's a fire fight still on going and the now wounded ramikad is forced to seek cover, <"Shabla di'kut!">

Sana watches her intended target blown away thanks to Commander Hadrix's reach with the knee rockets. No further mind is paid to the departed as she turns to observe other troopers. Hefting one beskad up, Sana hurls it with great effort. Again:

WHOOFWOOFWOOFWOOFWOOF---THUUUNK

Her second weapon is lifted in the same spirit, but her wound prevents much in the prep and launch, only succeeding in making Sana cry out in anguish when the weight is a bit much to bear. The brief stumble is recovered though, and she moves after the wayward sword to retrieve it from the carrion she had just made.

<"Lots of these guys seem willing to throw their life away for a corpse as of late!"> Terek replies back to Val, blaster lancing out at the injured Marine, missing blowing a hole through him before he ducks back down again, taking a few moments to catch his breath, <"I can understand dying for a cause, but this is throwing your lives away!" He calls out to the troops that still remain, before firing another pair of shots at one of the others.

Jallo continues to fire at the marines another two bolts slamming into walls and not the actual target, <"And another miss..."> He looks at his carbine and then back at the marines before he moves back into cover to reholster his carbine.

Numbers rapidly dwindle, their leaders destroyed and nothing but brutality brought to bear against them, the bridge crew that still stand, that haven't been harmed somehow or laid low. Some stopping to turn towards the crew pit that was descended into with a leaping pounce by Al'Verde Kora.

The chopping sounds blending with the snarling sounds. The ripping and screaming of blaster metal being used to fend off a vibro-blade before the wet squelch of separating tissue and the cries cut off by fluid pouring into lungs or silenced by the keening of bone being cut chased by the scent of heated marrow.

The last handful of mercenary troops stare, turning towards the other Mandalorians whom have remained standing regardless of injury. Bloodied and unrelenting in the onslaught they've rendered on the bridge. Rifles begin hitting the deck and hands start going up. Voices calling out for quarter or that they give up in a chorus.

Those still living gather, slowly circling back to back and sharing nervous glances between one another.

Amaia, seeing that the threat was resolved, moved ahead into the bridge. She was passable as a fighter, all things considered, but her primary function was a pilot and gunner, and the Dara female moved over to the command consoles, slaving the system so that she could manage to alleviate the damage being done by the shredded engines to keep the ship from destabilizing. There was more than enough work to be done, and only a shirt amount of time in which to do it. Cascading engine failure never ended well.

Once the shooting finally dwindles and Haht is no longer under fire, his right leg bloody despite the burn, he limps over to the downed figure with the gold trim on his armor. Hahtavi uses his boot to nudge the helmet loose and then off. He stands over the body and looks down at it. <"Huh. It /really/ is him. For such a big mouth, he went down faster than a two bit prostitute. We should take his body back to Sumi."> Haht looks around for Hadrix to see if his Al'verde has any input on the Dar'Manda's body. Otherwise Haht keeps his rifle trained on those who are surrenduring. <"What do you want done with the rest of these people, Al'verde?"> He'll follow orders, whatever Hadrix decides.

And then he's going to need to see to his leg.

Sana sticks her blades into the body of a dead man for the moment, and lifts her helm up. Long blonde, beaded hair slinks out to hang about her shoulders briefly until she shakes it out. The helm is under her arm. "Commander, have our boys load up this vessel with the materiel from Old and Busted. The ol' girl gave it her best, but her core is not long for this space. We can load the dead aboard it, too." Sana hocked and spit on the dead, it was clearly blood.

With the rest of the fighters surrendering, Kira relaxes her fighting stance quite a bit, though not fully. It isn't until they start to lay their weapons down that she stands to her full height, reattaching both ends of the staff together, retracting it into its handle and securing it behind her back. Offering a small nod to Hahtavi, she says <"Nice shooting."> She'll look around to make sure no Koras or Daras are down before joining Hahtavi at Mydas' fallen form.

As Hahtavi removes the man's helmet, Kirana stands over him looking down at the Dead'Manda. Taking in a deep breath that's loud enough to be audible over her helmet's voice modulator, she raises her right arm and produces another flimsi parchment into her left hand. She kneels down in front of the man and holds the flimsi up to her face, muttering quietly in Mirialan before letting the scroll drop downward, falling to land on Mydas. It sways in the latent atmosphere, air resistance from the flimsi's material causing it to fall just next to the body rather than on it.

Kirana stands and watches the flimsi hit the floor next to Mydas' head. Then, with sudden swiftness and muscle power fueled by impulse, anger and fading adrenaline, she kicks the fallen man right on the side of his head. There's a crunching noise coming from the impact. She turns to face the rest of the group, saying nothing. She simply nods at Sana's suggestion and as the last of the adrenaline fades she walks a bit slower than before, pretending like the blast scorch over her tummy doesn't hurt as much as it does.