Log:MandalMotors Arc: Aftermath

MandalMotors Arc: Aftermath

OOC Date: Feb 20, 2016
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Russ Ordo, Narsai Ordo, Laika, Rax Vaelus, Oriana, Sar Yavok

A resupply run following the events of their last mission that took them to the heart of MandalMotors headquarters, a much needed supply run. Many blaster packs were emptied in the defence of the MandalMotors holdings, many suits of armour were damaged and the Malachor itself took a staggering amount of damage. It barely managed to limp back to Nar Shaddaa to undergo repairs. MandalMotors has promised to retrofit the ship themselves, but for now they have their own problems to deal with and some rebuilding to do.

Russ walks through the crowded spaceport, a black and silver R5 droid hot on his heels. Many Mandalorians are scattered around the spaceport today, watching over the repairs taking place or supervising the loading of new munitions, componants or rations. Many of them are in carbon scored armour from the recent conflict and many of them have obvious injuries.

Russ isn't quite within the perimeter of Mandalorians guarding the Malachor when everything goes to hell. Laser bolts slam into multiple Mandalorians dropping them instantly, several of them converging on Russ's location as he rolls behind a stack of cargo crates. Desperatly taking cover from the ambush. With a warcry what seems to be almost one hundred merceneries stream from ships or concealed locations. All of them armed. And all of them bearing the red bird of prey symbol of those so recently encountered.

Laika had been coming off the Malachor herself, preparing to do a little shopping and generally relax during the stop-over when the ambush comes into being. One could swear that the fur on the back of her neck stood up about a half second before the fire rained down. Diving for her own cover over the crates she raises her pistol, firing two shots and wounding one of the mooks in the process.

"Wha...really?" Rax is still without a sword. Or a blade. Or anything, really, other than his fists and a blaster pistol. Ducking behind a map kiosk, Rax flips out the weapon and snaps off a couple wild shots, mostly blind. "Don't these guys give up?!"

Narsai was actually feeling better. On her way back from the clinic after a good patch-up that was nearly as useful as a dip in bacta, she's coming up the ramp when the rushing attack begins. Her eyes narrow and from under her jacket her E-11 practically flies to her hand. Auto-fire rings out, announcing her presence as she targets not the mercs but the men commanding them, dropping one in a heap with a hole in his head.

Russ roars as he rolls out of cover quickly using his jetpack to lend him extra momentum, he lets out a roar as he notices several of his Mandalorians drop in an instant, a roar that echoes through all the communicators worn by the Mandalorian Revivers. His pistols blase with fury as a couple of the charging revenge bent merceneries are gunned down, his pistols making short work of them. But there are to many of them and he is outside the Mandalorian perimeter, Several of the merceneries with Vibroblades break loose and rush his position.

The Mandalorian perimiter is pressed hard on all sides. So many Mandalorians have been injured over the course of their missions for MandalMotors they are left shorthanded, many of them left in sickbays or on shore leave. The merceneries fire is heavy, pinning most the the Mandalorian forces down under heavy supressing fire while their bladesmen draw closer.

Having taken cover, Laika fires with her pistol, but these mercs are well trained and had clearly set this ambush up well. Her shots miss high, leaving her cursing while the blade-wielders come rushing her way and tensing her muscles. If they close up? She'll be ready. She's got just the thing for them. Taking another couple shots at the mercs, Rax growls and shakes his head. "This thing is worthless... There's got to be a better way..." Eyeing the Thunderheart in the distance, he comms to Narsai, "Hey, Firecracker, want to light these guys up with the heavy guns?"

Put her family, her friends and her ship in the firing line? Narsai gets mad. That's showing pretty clearly when she strides forwards and her fire cuts down two more of the commanders, a savage grin on her face not covered by the helmet still clipped to her belt. Rax's question? Enough to make her grin and nod. "Read my mind. Go for it, I'll cover you!"

It may not of seemed possible, but Oriana has become all the more a ball of doom and gloom. A dark cloud hangs over her, her stare, once warm, seems a bit more blank and cold. She coughs a bit, that cold just holds on, though slowly gets better as the chest pounding coughing is gone. The bruises are on their way of fading but present enough to see. As she storms - yes storms, up to the spaceport, muttering under her breath in her native tongue unsure if she wants to hide from life or drink it away she stops and looks up, taking a step back in surprise. Eyes widen some, then roll and she curses under her breath and shakes her head. One thing after another. Giving in she reaches for her blaster and trudges forward to help them out, finding cover, or what cover she can but not before she goes to fire a shot off.

Russ is engulfed in vibroblade wielding merceneries, luckily for him it causes the blaster fire at his position to slow, unluckily there is only so many blades one man can dodge. A couple of the swiping blades raise sparks as they are parried with his vambraces, another as he kicks out and blocks it with his shin guard. But eventually a blade gets through his defences and scores along his ribs. Russ grunts in pain, and his voice can be heard over his comms he has not set to private yet to caught up in his melee. "Flamethrowers." His voice acivated weapons. Two of the bladesmen attacking him scream in agony as they are engulfed in white hot flame from the gauntlet mounted weaponry. Before two bodies drop smoking to the ground.

Russ read Laika's mind. But as she goes to switch her flamethrowers on one of the bladesmen manage to catch the woman's armor with their blade, the impact hurting more then the actual cutting. The feline hisses, lifting her arms and baring her teeth as she lets the flamethrow spew death. "Cowards!" Nodding at Narsai's return comm, Rax breaks from cover and runs for the Thunderheart. Very quickly. The man actually parkours over a couple crates, and leaps a discarded docking arm. He's out in the open, but he has no other choice...

The Mandalorian line around the Malachor begins to crumble as the greater weight of the Merceneries causes the battle weary Mandalorians to begin falling back. Even as they exact a heavy toll on the merceneries. If the flow of the battle does not change soon then it will only bbe so long until the Mandalorians are forced into a rout, the ruthlessness of the mercenery ambush already telling.

True enough to her word, Narsai lays down the covering fire with her Carbine, cutting down one of the mercs leaders again. Every burst a kill, she nails her forth and still keeps up the pressure, giving Rax all the cover he might need to back up their forces with the Thunderheart's guns.

Sure that shot went wide, why not! Oriana presses her lips together, sneezes, which is oddly wonderful because she feels a bit clearer afterwards and scopes out what's going on after she had dodged for a bit of cover. She spots the Mercs pushing the group back and frowns, Looking to see what is going on and who is where, she lifts her rifle again and points at one of the men, it's shot aimed right and the man drops as she goes to duck for cover again.

A YT-2400 that might be recognizable to Rax swoops in, apparently swishing forward and seeing the situation on sensors for a moment. A familiar theme might be playing as the R3 unit Lexa that Ari's formed a bond with plays the starlight pop blaring, a disorienting blash of engine wash being raked over the mooks from above, before the vessel rockets away, leaving that roaring blast in the wake of the ship piloted by Zaena, which narrowly misses clipping a vent stack when doing that hover and then launch.

Russ curses as he has to catch another couple of blades along his vambraces, desperatly fending off the attacks of 4 more swordsmen. Even his Beskar can't take this level of punishment forever, and it shows deeps rends appearing in his arm guards. He manages to duck under a blade that cuts clean through one of the Antenna of his helmet, he pulls both of his pistols in close to his body before thrusting them out slightly into the guts of one of his attackers and rapidly pulling the triggers of his pistols until the body drops smoking at his feet.

As Rax makes a run for the ship the fire intensifies on hom, even with Narsai and the other Mandalorians covering him. He is the only target that is breaking clear of the Mandalorian perimeter. Zae's flyover allows the Mandalorian line some respite as the engine wash pushes the Mercs back, throwing up debris into the eyes of the shooters. The Mercenery command squad is all but disentegrated now, and it shows the hundred strong merc company beginning to lose cohesion in it's attack.

Her flamethrower burns at one, but the literal army of mercs just keeps coming. When that blade bites into her side the Cathar practically howls like a wild animal before she tackles the man who cut her, pinning him to the ground and punching over and over till he lays still. She's mad, hurt and practically in a wild frenzy at this point.

Disappearing into the ship, Rax is gone, cowardly! Fled from the fight! But then there's a rumbling whine as the four huge barrels of the Thunderheart's Heavy Laser Cannon Array swing about, Rax Vaelus sitting at the controls. Cerulean eyes blazing, Rax comments mostly to himself, "Surprise, nerf herders." The cannons roar to life, spraying blasts of heavy plasma into the mercenary lines. Three men are thrown aside with screams as he rakes the rapid-fire blasts across the ranks, the cannons recoiling into cooling jackets in pairs.

She'd wiped out most of them, but she's not finished. Narsai's men were under fire, her ship was under fire and there's probably a few civillians at risk. While there might be a few outsiders coming out from the other hangers and the woodwork to join the fight, Narsai only has eyes for the safety of the Mandalorian revivers, the crew of the Malachor...and for cutting down the enemy trying to harm them.

The Bad Habit swoops down a second time, steering this time a little more precisely over the remaining mercenaries in a knot that are firing down. The CEC freighter manages to knock a couple down to a stumble, and the engine wash roars over them, leaving them perhaps a bit easier targets for a moment. "You should be clear to take 'em down now, Rax!" blares Zaena's voice over the ship's loudspeakers.

Oriana shifts her position a bit to get a better advantage, peeking about from behind her cover. Her rifle lets off another fire and it goes wide. Well at least her rife is in tack, even if her shooting is poor! There isn't enough time to move because right there, one of the shots from the enemies comes at her, and hits her square in the left shoulder and she can't keep it back, there is a yelp of pain. It stings, it burns, and because she isn't wearing armour - because why would she of been when just walking through Nar, it tags on flesh and suddenly there is a gush of blood that starts to run down her arm and chest. She looks down to it, eyes wide and breathing heavily. "Aww shit." Comments the woman, hopelessly. "About damn fucking right." She mutters through gritted teeth while sliding back for some cover.

March, march, march, march. Sar Yavok comes stomping out of the Rebel Yell, clad in his matte-green painted Stormtrooper armor, lookin' all kinda of pissed off as he slips his helmet on. "Can't a guy just jerk off in peace around here!? Goddamn sons o' bitches!" The Rebel Yell Commander lifts his F-11D and sends plasma flying at the fellow that looks like he's in charge of the opposing force, sending the poor guy flying backwards, before the barrel of Sar's rifle twists to fire two more shots into a nameless goon. "The fuck is goin' on out here!?"

As the YT-2400 sees the side Rax is on beginning to clearly get the upper hand, it flies past then with a little waggle-wave, movin' on to other parts of Nar Shaddaa.

Three bladesmen left. And they all come at Russ in a rush. Good thing that Russ knows how to move. The blades whisper past Russ as he dodged back, ducking and weaving around the blows. Finally he snaps out his hand the barrel of his pistol pressing against the forehead of one of the bladesmen before it turns his skull inside out with a massive burst of steam as liquified bone slops to the floor. The kill however leaved Russ exposed and a blade hammers into his breastplate, cutting right through the weakened armour and deep into his side, where it lodges in the almost impossibly hard beskar'gam. The bladesman tries desperatly to free his blade, but it is too late. Russ's pistols punches out with a cry of pain, the barrel slamming deep into the mans eye socket bursting the eye with a shower of semi liquid. The mans head glows like a christmas light as the pistol fires from inside his head. One left.

The Mandalorian line surges back against the Merceneries now as more people join the fray on the side of the mandalorians, or in some cases for the sack of resolving the conflict so there can be some peace and quiet. Rax's quad laser fire forces many of the mercs to seek deeper cover, now is the time to break their spirit. Their commanders are dead, and soon the rest will follow.

Lost in her little animal fury, the Cathar leaps forwards with her claws muffled by her gloves. Tackling the next man she snarls and grips him around the throat, squeezing tight enough to choke while she slams the poor merc's head against the landing pad over and over. This isn't a trained martial artist, this is a wounded animal.

The Heavy Laser Cannons continue to shriek as they pulse fire relentlessly into the ranks of the mercenaries. No longer in a rush, Rax tracks the targetting reticule along their lines almost casually, breaking up formations and pouring fire into points of resistance. He's read the signs, and he's doing his damnedest to give them a good reason to scatter. When Ori takes a hit, Rax's aim falters, and a random blast scores some crates, but he can't suppress a bark of laughter over the external comms as Old Man Sar steps off his porch with a metaphorical shotgun.

The heavier bolt of Sar's weapon attracts more of Narsai's attention then his random yelling...but she still rolls her eyes. Using the 'little brother' of the new rifle, the Mandalorian mechanic's E-11 lets loose an extended burst of fire at the would-be ambushers who's superior numbers seem to have not quite made enough difference.

Her shooting arm is out for the count now, she doesn't know much about tending a wound, because that's about the equivalent to flying a ship, What she does know is to try to stop the bleeding. But needing a cloth she seems lost for a second until a cowering woman with a scarf is seen hiding by her. Asking the woman for her scarf it's handed over, even after a fuss about how expensive it was. Crudely Oriana goes to wrap it around her shoulder to try to stop the bleeding but it's a poor job at best and the blood still flows.

Then Sar appears, talking about.. what, she stares at him for a second and then.. laughs. Oh yeah, laughs. Because that was hilarious, even if it caused a avalanche of pain in her body. But it's brief because well people to shoot at. With her rifle now in her right hand, which is her poor hand she shuffles forward again and goes to aim at one of the mercs, but her shot goes a bit wide once fired.

Sar Yavok continues his slow march across the impromptu battlefield, his F-11 tucked into his shoulder as he does so. He's currently doing his best job to try and make himself a bigger target than everybody else around, as it seems that the majority of them have been wounded.

His finger squeezes the trigger three more times, and two more mercenaries find themselves flat on their backs, with brand new holes in their bodies.

Russ coughs blood into the inside of his helmet, one side of his visor unable to be seen through due to all the blood covering the inside of his helmet. He grunts to the last man as he pulls the blade free of his armour with a grunt. "Come on then, you think you have more than all your friends did?" Russ gestures to the numerous bodies scattered in close proximity to himself. "Come and prove it." The last merc bladesmen charged foward with a cry bringing his blade down in a massive overhead swing that Russ catches with his damaged vambrace, which explodes into shards at the heavy impact. And lodges into the bones of Russ's forearm. "Close..." Russ growls out painfully as he slumps down to one knee "But you are no Mandalorian." The pistol in his left hand raises and fires repeatedly into the mans face before Russ falls unconcious in the blood of his enemies.

Around Russ the battle breaks. The merceneries screaming for the exit ramp or the boarding ramps of their ships. Under heavy fire they crumple, their leadership dead, their morale crushed against the blood drenched Beskar'gam of the Mandalorians and the blaster barrels of their allies. This is going to need one hell of a cleaning crew and alot of ambulances and even more undertakers.

They struck back in revenge...and they lost. Laika's slowly coming down on the bloodrage as the world fades back in around her. Exhaling once more she stands, looking for the nearest of their warriors and patting him on the shoulder. "See to the wounded," she speaks even if she doesn't truely have anything authority to command with. Never mind the fact that she's wounded herself

As people scatter Oriana does her best to give cover where she can, but all her shots - except one, have gone off wide. Going in for one last try her world stops. Sure, the past week sucked but at least she saw it, it was full of people she knew and cared about. In that brief second it all flashes before her eyes, almost rewriting all the hell she just stepped into and turned it into nothing. Such a pity though, that the second that happen, and the reason why it did, was because a blast hits her. Whatever merc got that lucky shot in got it right and good, it's a near kill. In that second that passes the world is black to her, nothing is known or felt anymore, the crashing of her body to the ground has no resounding affect of sound of pain. Now, this woman, this princess, barely clings to life. Her abdomen is ripped apart, and the gushing blood that doesn't begin to compare to her shoulder. It just pours, freely and easily around her and onto the tarmac uninhibited. No breathing can be seen, no twitch no flicker, there is no life coming from her, simply blood and stillness.

As soon as the mercenaries break and scatter, Rax is jumping out of the command couch of the turret. Racing out of the Thunderheart, the lightning-eyed human ignores all else to drive through the Mandalorians to the side of Oriana. "Ori! ORI! ORIANA!!" His eyes wide, the cerulean of his irises catch the bright lights of the spaceport as though lightning really did flash through them of its own accord. His look of horror and grief is terrible to behold. And, very briefly, the turbolaser stare of his gaze rakes destructively upwards towards those few fleeing mercenaries still in sight.

But the gaze dims as he looks back down to Oriana, the look of horror swiftly overtaking the look of rage. "Oriana... Come on, speak to me. We have to go take Drik back, remember? We have to deliver that ring to your people..." His hands want to flex, but he keeps himself from squeezing, and instead lets go of her, sitting back on his heels as he kneels there, knuckles white. "Medic..." His voice almost abandons him before he summons it forth, in force: "MEDIC!"

Narsai's at the pair's side before her blaster finishes cooling, the barrel glowing faintly while she makes it to Oriana, grabbing for her belt. The Rebel Yell troops? They'd be waved back. This is their people, their task. "We need to get her to the clinic. Bacta. Doc will be able to patch her up properly. "We need a stretcher!"

The famous Stormtrooper frown is no match for the one resting on Sar's face as he reaches up to pull the old relic of a helmet off of his head. He sets it and his rifle aside on a nearby cargo crate and taps a few commands into his bracer, opening the Rebel Yell channel.

<<<Sar Yavok to all available Rebel Yell personnel, we need a clean-up crew on-site at Parmac's along with a medevac for Oriana. Over.>>>

Within moments, the big doors of the Rebel Yell hangar slide open and a few dozen green-armored soldiers come rushing out, ready to follow Sar's orders.

"And when the big guy wakes up, tell 'im I want to have a word with 'im," Sar remarks to a Mando warrior that he's flagged down.

With that, the Rebel Yell commander gathers his things and wanders back into the hangar to go finish what he started.