Log:Mandalorians: Blood In The Jungle

Mandalorians: Blood in The Jungle

OOC Date: December 21 2020
Location: Dxun - Japrael System
Participants: Sumi Kora, Tara Sur, Eirik, Khe Cust, Kirioth Kora, Rathe Kora, Karys, Xeria, Nerys Greystorm, Mandl, Aejin, Narsai Ordo, Zelo Parrai and Hadrix Kora as gm Clan Kora

Dxun - Demon Moon of Onderon - Japrael System - Lesser Lantillian Route

Forward base smashed, forces pushed back to the hulk of what was once their ship. Converted into a holdfast with earthworks dug around it and weapon emplacements in pits along those slit trenches. The remains of the ship hull itself have been converted into walls, with what few point defense lasers remain armed and the last of the light cruisers turbo lasers fixed on a massive ball turret at the very top.

Daunting, considering fortifications and numbers. At least for those lesser forces of the New Republic or the Order. Dxun stands yet as the domain of The Mandalorians, no matter what the royal family of Onderon claim. Mandalorian's have tilled the soil with blaster fires, seeded with bones and watered with the blood of foemen uncounted. Such a shell to crack not something to be feared. Only overcome.

Recon work helps for certain - the knowledge of Dr. B'Rot's geological survey work showing a point where the correct application of excessive detonative force can not only rip a hole open in the line of the Sanyassan defenses at their outer trench line, but even pave a way to the wood and earth base for the Sanyassan fortress wall. A small spearhead force potentially able to move with the main force distracting attention away.

Barely one hundred meters from this point, good cover can be found in rocks and displaced earth, an approach point on the main force, with risk of enfolding maneuvers making for the flank. But with the bulk of the Sanyassan's heavier forces on the centerline the encircling forces would be made up of lighter infantry.

Best options for entry stand to approach from the southern edge of the land cleared to the edge of the jungle with the best approach defilade - and the madhouse option for a hard flyover by the Woor'tra to deploy air-drop forces into the fray. A blitz action with risk, but potential reward in disruption.

The Sanyassans wait, in their lines and manning their weapons in that tension that chills despite the jungle heat.

Sumi takes cover behind the ample rocks and large debris from previous battles with a vantage from the southern approach. Taking a slow kneeling position, the century old soldier shows her age as she creaks and grunts until her padded knee takes a spot and she shifts. She is wearing a large coolant pack over her shoulders, with a feed link to a large burst fire Morellian weapon. Painted on its side in Aurebesh, 'Happiness is a belt-fed weapon.'

Sumi gets a good look, squinting through the visor of her helmet and appearing annoyed (if her helmet could convey such emotion). <"Ahh, rekk it. This is the best approach.">> She glances back to see who is with her before committing to the assault. A good covered position was best for a burst weapon like hers.

<<If someone could take out that turbolaser turret, I'll be able to focus on a single front. Until then, I'm on hit and run attacks.>> Cracking her knuckles, Tara ran down the checklist one last time. Harness cinched, check. Reactor: Online. Sensors: Online. Weapons systems? Definitely online. The control board was green. All systems nominal. <<See anything particularly armored that hand weapons can't punch through or a big cluster of aruetiise, tell me and I'll try to take them out.">> When the attack signal goes out, Tara whoops and shoves the pedal to the metal while pushing her left joystick forward. The AT-PT, repainted in jungle camo and bearing some foliage that had been lightspeed taped to it, springs to its feet and surges forward. The chin cannon barks, a pair of bolts splashing off the ship's armor a bit below the turret. <<"Oya!">>"

As the slender indigo colored skyripper armor carries its wearer down towards the ground Karys navigates the plummeting with ease. Her head down, her body falling with a rush as she finally twists and unfurls her arms open to slow herself and then the sliding presence of her gliders lock into place. The air whips past and as she tilts into it, she pulls up and catches the press of air and redirects herself to a slick glide athat brings her about a set of trees and within view.

The S-5 is drawn from her side. <"Karys. Got eyes from above on some of their troops. Firing."> The comm link fills with her voice berfore she lines up her shots, evening out her descent.

"Yes, I //know// this was a terrible time to decide to make a housecall, stop sideseat driving." Not that Nerys and her droid were driving right at this moment, but it all amounted to the same thing. The odd non-Mandalorian in the mixed-ground party, Nerys had her good armor on and her good weapon out, and she reached down to activate the belt she rarely had occasion to use much anymore. Bitty, who had already drawn her weapon, was, for the moment, latched on to Nerys' neck. The ultimate droid piggybag ride. She could repulsor down, but why waste the effort? Let the meatdroid do the work. When it was time and the signal was given, Nerys and Bitty stepped out into the liquid sky, firing on the way. Because why waste an opportunity? Bearing in mind, perhaps, that neither of them were actual mandalorians, Nerys and her droid aimed for the targets which looked the least defended. One red bolt took down one, an equally red blaster bolt took another. With her feet locked around Nerys' neck, the recoil from the massive pistol was braced against Nerys' shoulder. ow.

Mandl, having done as much geology and telemetry as time allowed, spends the early part of the skirmish behind heavy cover, watching and waiting-- if they have more planned, Dr. B'rot does not yet show it. One does not lay a minefield in a day, but no earthwork has... ever, to anyone's knowledge, stood between Mandl and their desires!

Roth wasn't on the ground, no she had found herself a nice little spot to wait like a trap door Banshee. And when it's time to get to the wetworks portion of this trip the Alabastrine armored Mandalorian draws her Beskad and her vibrosword and drops out of the trees with a vocoded shriek. Because lets be honest, Roth had some rage to work out and this wasn't going to be one of her 'quiet' moments. There was blood to shed and the day wasn't as long as it usually was. The first stroke of Beskad is smooth and plants deeply into the side of one of the regulars, followed by two more strikes to the next that she comes across. The Beskad is twirled in a flashy movement, flicking the blood off the tip as she squares up against the next target.

Eirik finds himself grinning while sighting down the barrel. The dark skinned Mandalorian readies himself and he takes a deep breath. "Alright let's see what this new arm can do." He says quietly to himself taking his shot the red bolt hitting it's mark easily. "That's right I'm back." Eirik chuckles as he slowly pushes forward.

Khe Sits in the back of the Woor, her non descript non decorated skyripper soo unadorned as the other Mandalorians present. She studies her blaster in her hand, the low light amplifier of her helmet activated. She awaits the go command, not really all that worried about dropping free form into an enemy encampment. She licks her lips under the helmet, perhaps she'll earn her mark, the right to adorn her armor this day. <<Glory for Mandalore>> she whispers for herself. Then as the go command comes, she jumps out of the perfectly functioning Woor and starts the free form descent in towards hell. As she sweeps downwards using the wings of her Skyripper she brings her M-44 to bear and fires a shot of red energy down into the awaiting soldiers.

Zelo rests his bipod on a conveniently-downed tree and is ready to do that work that he does. It was a slow first week in Nar Shaddaa and he's grateful for a chance to be out in the field, especially if he has some skills to prove to a lot of unfamiliar faces - and to make sure Karys does not regret inviting him. The Nautolan in the Skyripper armor is in his element, away from the thick of things and picking his target. The jungle is perfect for his dapple-toned armor, and he's very close to complete camouflage as he toggles on his binoculars and scans the battle ahead. The moment the shots are fired, he is picking out a target, lining up his shot on one of the commanding officers: take the head out, the rest will fall. <<"Officer identified, taking the shot.">>

Zelo Parrai's finger begins to squeeze on the trigger of his SX-451, intent on ending a life of someone who needs it. Just as that finger reaches the point of fire, there is a flapping sound, a strangled CAW, and a thud of beak on metal as a low-flying bird collides with his helmet. The shot goes wide. <"Rekking bird,"> the indignant sniper mutters to no one who could hear.

<<"I will see to the main turret,">> comes an answer from Aejin in answer to Tara Sur's own comm traffic. That is of course while he is plummeting from above, in the direction of the grounded cruiser. Falling like a Mandalorian stone, Aejin spares a glance to his left vambrace. Tracking altitude, very likely. As he falls with his body straightened, his arms fold in at his sides to reduce the amount of drag on his descent. That is until he nears his destination. As the hull of the cruiser comes closer and closer, finally Aejin's legs kick forward in order to orient himself a little more upright. The growl of his jetpack sounds off amidst the sounds of battle erupting. The jetpack cuts off the last couple of feet prior to touching down on the cruiser's hull and he takes the extra momentum with a roll. Having placed himself in an opportune position, Aejin promptly approaches the turbolaser turret low. Ideally to both prevent himself from being obliterated by it, a barrel swinging and knocking him over, or simply drawing attention to himself. He sets to work planting the demo charges and amidst his work informs the call-out from Tara Sur with an update, <<"Initial charges placed. This will need more than a couple. Standby.">>

A blur from above, a bolt of Beskar'gam, Narsai was dropping in. Ever happy for the excitement of landing in the thick of things and hitting the enemy lines, the Ordo woman elegantly twirls to land feet first and raises her blaster, likely unheard in the sound of the firefight.

No matter, she'd be making her presence known soon enough.

Another run in the Woor'Tra, Rathe is down on his right knee checking over his gear as is his custom. Once over the heavily modified Dreadfinder armor. His medpac is secured firmly to his right thigh, the Vibrosword firm in its scabbard welded to his left half armor. Finally to the Tracker and it's sighting. Last he's bringing up the HUD, activating the IFF, and tap testing the comms. Once it is time, he rises to both feet, letting the maglocks of his boots keep him steady. The Tracker's sling goes up and over his shoulder.

Once over the hot zone, Rathe just walks forwards and leaps out into the open, the Tracker coming up to his shoulder. He's choosing the meatbomb route, activating his Grav belt when only a few meters above the ground. No dramatic down on one knee landing, but they do flex as shock absorbers. <"On the deck, Advancing."> The former Vanguard starts walking forwards to put a carbine bolt into an officer, the follow up shot ending up where the head was supposed to be. He's actually on legitimate leave from the Medical Academy for a change, so this makes it a vacation for him.

Xeria joined the ground assault, moving from cover to cover until close enough to draw her blade and swing on the first enemy unit unfortunate enough to stand in range of her sword. Sadly though, something, a twig or some loose gravel perhaps, alerted him to her coming, and the strike did not so much as leave a scratch on him as he took defensive action.

A storm of fire erupts from air and jungle when the attack commences. No move for positioning first, no slow advance. A charge into the fray that sends Sanyassans to the ground, dead or dying, under the lightning strike advance. <<"Airdrop, strike and advance, on the bounce or fire and advance. Give demo teams time to work.">> Hadrix's voice rumbles over comms, organizing the various readouts being sent to him. As he descends to stand before Aejin while he plants charges. <<"Keep working, Vode. I have you">> a blaster bolt slamming into his chest piece, revealing the silver of a small heart-guard of beskar on his chest.

Shots ring out from the Warlord, lancing into the backs of Sanyassan forces pouring out to reinforce the line, cutting down a pair with equal number shots as the Sanyassans return fire, aiming in all directions - screaming battle cries and thrusting arms into the air even as their numbers fall while the Mandalorians and Allies have a smattering of near misses and armor hits.

The turret continues its swing, trying to track the walker while Aejin's charges set on weak points.

Holding her position at the southern approach, Sumi hefted up the heavy repeater blaster and began to open fire at a sustained rate. Large red-hot lances of blaster bolts began to chew up the foliage as it crossed the distance from her position to the regulars. At first, the heavy fire pocked up the dirt, creating concussive impacts the 'tidal waved' dirt over their trenches and showered them with specks of debris and general discard.

When some brave grunt decided to catch sight of what was hammering them, Sumi shifted fire, leveraging the weight of the weapon on the rock and sighted the poor sap in. Six lances picked the soldier apart, rocking him backward and encouraging his upper body apart. That soldier was dead before he hit the ground (3 separate times).

The impact and subsequent death of that regular produced a cloud of pulverized blood that manifested in the form of a sweet smelling mist of pink that peppered those nearest. If the automatic fire was not enough to keep them pinned down, Sumi's amused laughter might have been. <"HAHAHAHA! Did you see the look on his face?! AHHHHH! HAHA!">

Tara grins wide inside her helmet, leaning a bit to one side in the cockpit as the walker takes the turn. <<"Staying ahead of the turbolaser, firing on priority targets! Heavy weapons team!">> The twin blaster cannon roars, and the team is blasted into chunky salsa that the walker adds insult to injury to by running over what's left shortly after. <<"Why did nobody tell me how fun these things are!?">>

The wind catches the left glider and she feels herself buffeted slightly off course. Karys lets out a growl within her helmet and leaning into the breeze she loses some of the steadiness when aiming the S-5 at the distance she is at. Luckily the ground is coming up fast as the last green bolt seers the air without hitting a proper target.

It hits something but not any of the foe that lay waiting on the ground for her.

Her boots crunch down as she half runs forward as the mometum of her glide propels her foreward before she stumbles into a tree and looks up to check on her fellow still dropping. Time to advance on foot.

Nerys and Bitty, who was really just along for the literal ride, knew enough about battlefield tactics to know they had to get to whatever cover they could find, in order to give themselves some advantage as they fired. And so they did, or Nerys did, shooting and scooting a she hunkered down. Two more of the light forces went down, courtesy of one shot from each, but the sudden drop to take a knee sent Bitty's last shot wide. The squealing in Nerys' helmet told her what her droid thought of that.

Mandl scurries toward the line-of-scrimmage, ducking and dodging and doing everything short of screaming: "Don't kill me, I'm a geologist!" which... yeah, Sanyassans don't care. But they're not a stranger to war-zones, so-- head down, one hoof in front of another! Go, go, go!

Roth isn't one for cover, it's not her thing unless there is blood leaking out of the armor. She decides to keep cutting a swathe through the regulars that are marching and she's there to greet them with swords. She manages to take down another of them, but the second target that gets the Beskad swung at their form is lucky enough to not be hit. There is just the singing of beskar above their head, <<If you'd just stop moving this would be much less painful on your end.>> she states companionably.

Eirik charges straight into the fray. "Look at these guys can they even fight?" He laughs. "I'll take out two their mine." And with that he lines up his sights and fires two bolts in rapid succession indeed taking out his targets.

Blasters strike against her armor during her descent, ineffectivly thankfully. Khe watches the battle unfold beneath her as she sees fellow Mandalorians do what they do best, what mots live for. -War- She fires off a shot, badly aimed as she searches for cover on the ground as she is about to land.

Aejin's busy at work while Hadrix looms over the kneeling Mandalorian. He works quickly and efficiently. As quickly as one can with heavy explosives. The call-out from Hadrix earns only a slight shift of his helmet, clearly little more than a twitch of a nod. Admist his work Aejin calls back to Hadrix, <<"Charges are almost set,">> to keep the one acting as his immediate cover informed of their progress. The last charge is maglocked to the turrets base and with a glance upward to check that there was not presently a barrel or two waiting for him to bash his helmet on when he stands.

Finding the coast clear, Aejin promptly hops up to his feet and fishes within his utility belt for two final packs. Each is locked into place at the barrels of the blaster, with Aejin taking extreme care not to find himself knocked aside with the turrets traversal or in the line of fire. The last two charges in place, Aejin nods once.

Promptly Aejin takes a step back and aside, his free hand moving to slap at Hadrix's armored shoulder before he states in what may be an irrationally calm voice on the comm network, <<"Charges set. Fire in the hole. Fire in the hole. Fire in the hole">>. That is when Aejin makes certain that Hadrix is on his way out of the blast zone. Aejin's jetpack ignites and with a push of his feet he is slashing through the air to create distance between himself and the impending explosion. Ample time is provided for both Hadrix, himself, and others in the potential blast area to clear themselves out. He shifts around in mid-flight with a twist of his shoulders so that his darkened visor may point back toward the turret, giving a final visual confirmation that it is clear of friendlies. That is when the detonator is given a gentle, yet oh-so eager caresse. Of his thumb.

BA-BOOM! As the turolaser's hull is penetrated, peeled apart, and a satisfying smoking husk is all that is left behind after Aejin's had his way with it.

Zelo is momentarily distracted as he tries to get the feathers out of his visor, sitting up slightly on his elbows to clear his vision when that annoying pain thing happens, twice. Two blaster bolts flashing wide from the battle - must be - seem to have found a home in his chest and through the armor and the bodyglove beneath they burn into his cobalt-blue skin and make very inconvenient accomodations. There was a long string of fractious cursing which has been redacted here for those of a gentle persuasion.

In the middle of the battle, two feathers still in his visor, there is too much for him to track any one person, so he grits his teeth, leans forward into the sight and again seeks a target. The first enemy that can be found is given the honor of his second shot; this time, unhindered by feathered fauna, it strikes true. He hisses as the minimized recoil still jostles his shoulder, which very much reminds him of the holes in his chest. But one less enemy is still a success. He rolls to his back and triggers his comms. <<"Any medics afield? I'm sub-optimal back here.">>

Blaster fire moves in both directions and the Kora Akaan Baar'ur feels the most at home and at peace. Rathe does need to blink a moment, when a shot rings close enough to his helmet his visor polarizes deeper. He pauses in place to consider his HUD icons and pick and choose his next targets. Status symbols flash to his screen just as Zelo calls out for assistance. Rathe looks to the fight, and back, and to the fight again. There is a sigh and his shoulders droop a little. <<"Jumping to the sniper.">> His Tracker is reslung to his chest. He turns and leaps, the rocketpack of the Dreadfinder lifting him up in a fast and rather wobbly arc to land near Zelo and take a look. <"How?!"> He asks the man as he starts working on him. <<"War Medic decision command, the Sniper here is out of the fight.">> Another pause and he continues work on Zelo. Bacta is sprayed, autoinjector is administered. A nice painkiller cocktail usually reserved for Hadrix. Then on go some armor patches. <"I can stabalize you for now, but that lung is... know what? Doesn't matter. Sit up against this tree. Sip your hydration. I'll be back">

Xeria takes another swing, but with the element of surprise now less than a memory the sword whiffs right past its intended target, slicing nothing but air. She glances around, contemplating her options should the Regular she has been attacking has more lucking landing a blow than she has.

A massacre in the field, explosions raging and shrapnel raining down among the masses. There is shouting and calling from within the makeshift fort as more Sanyassans take the field - including a trio bearing massive repeaters stepping out and one with a concussion launcher shouldered.

<<"Clear, good demo, Vod.">> Hadrix response succinct as he surges along on jetpack thrusters, turning over to view the field. <<"Prepare for repelling actions, cover limited - prepare to converge on B'Rot's position. Grid south, Besk-two for advance.">> It's not the best options, but he is angling down to the ground, cutting jets meters above the ground and letting his grav-belt engages to let him drop the last. <<"Have you Karys.">> already pulling a med-pak off his belt as he rises, moving in to jab a stim into her side, behind the plates, <<"Keep you operating...">>

The rocket aimed for Zelos and Rathe's position shatters tree trunks and sends slivers flying like flechette all around. Fortunate at least lingers for others as weaponfire chews up ground and eats away at cover. Reinforcements in place only so much to try and stem the Mandalorian tide about to be given an entry point with Aejin's work of the turret and Mandl's work at the breach point.

Seeing their forces fall the field commanders begin to surge out, opening fire and making a failed desperation gamble to strike the Bith's position. For once, plans seem to be coming together.

Sumi dropped back behind cover, her weapon forced to go through a cool down cycle that made a very loud:

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Over this sibilant noise, Sumi slaps the quick release on the pack's harness and drops the whole rig behind the rock. It clatters behind her, and she climbs back to her feet, casting her cape so she can hook her hand over the pistol-grip of the E-11 carbine slung against her side.

The weapon is brought up to the ready, its receiver primed when she cut the safety off, initiating a loud whine paired with the presence of a laser-sight contrail that cut through the gray smoke and dust.

Tara can feel the crump of the detonation even through her armor plated cockpit, and it lifts her spirit almost as much as the shabla beeping of the threat warning reciever finally ceasing. <<"Kandosii! Heading around your way, provide covering fire!">> Ignoring the blaster bolts spanging off the armor plates, she flicks the weapon select switch. The whole vehicle angles skywards, shifting a bit, before the underslung grenade launcher coughs and sends a conc grenade into the middle of a group of heavy weapons specialists. Unfortunately, these ones actually have GOOD reflexes. Only one doesn't dive for cover, and he was close enough to the dge of the blast radius that it just staggers him. <<"...Osik.">> Throttle slams forward, and Tara is once again serpentining her way across the battlefield. <<"I think I'll just stick with the cannon.">>

Karys hisses as the bolt slams into her left arm around the armor and it suddenly sparks and sputters! It flashes in her face and her arm comes up, switching her targets as she walks forward but with a shot that downs one of the soldiers.

Hadrix descends and she presses into the side of a tree. The sudden jab of the needle in her back to help deaden the sparking feedback along her arm leaves her gasping. The next two shots going just wide of the intended targets after the first goes down. <"Thanks."> She says and grits her teeth as some of the irritation bleeds away.

Nerys and Bitty made a good, if rather cautious team, as they remained hunkered down behind their partial cover, even as the rest of the squad moved to more advantageous positions. The soldiers never did stop coming, and, perhaps considering between themselves that seeing their betters taken down might demoralize the rest, the pair turned their attention to the B team, leaving the C team for now. And now, they were in the flow of battle, their personal comms alight with the odd inflections of binary from both the droid and the human seeming woman's mouth as they tracked, targetted and eliminated three of the threats heading their way. Or perhaps it was standing in their way. Hadrix's crash pad had better be worth it.

Mandl waited for their moment, and somehow unscathed, merely fingers the detonator in anticipation of their moment-- a button depressed, a soft *klik,* and the master miner, the underminer, can but whisper a prayer in Bith to the deity of... carnage... that all goes aright!

Roth is wondering why she's not been shot at yet, or well...she's hoping that others aren't taking the hits that are meant for her. The ghostly armored woman continues to cut into the group of regulars, blood splattering her armor as she goes. It didn't bother her really and she was in the mood for violence.

Eirik laughs. "These guys are missing me all over." He calls out as he lines up his next two shots the first one way off the mark. The second takes out the injured commander. "Another one down now thats what I'm talking about!"

Narsai moved across the field as heavy fire continued to rain, both from the hostiles and their friendly walker at the hands of Tara. Spotting the launcher on the field after dropping her last target, the woman in red spins, bringing her heavy pistol around to take aim only for Aejin's shots to drop the man before he can unleash harm. A soft 'Huh', offered beneath her helmet, Narsai pivots her aim to the next of the heavies and fires, blasting one off his feet before sending another diving for cover.

<<"Nice shot.">>

Busy working on Zelo Rathe is rather focused at the moment. <"Good job staying calm..."> Rathe checks the monitors. <"Woah, not that calm!"> The Hadrix Syringe was not a good idea after all. Rathe adjusts a second autohypo and jabs poor Zelo with yet another injection. <<"Command, Sniper is going to need a priority Evac. He's-MOTHERKRIFFING SON OF A WH-">> There's a squelch of static on the shared comms frequency that comes with some colorful language. <<"-My ASS... ok. Out of service, temporarily.">>

The latter part of that transmission sounds much more like Rathe's usual almost bored tone, just strained with clear pain. His first priority is to get Zelo behind the cover. He's almost done with that when he takes a harder shot to the left arm... this time the scream is untransmitted and much more raw. Rathe knows better than to look at the arm right now. He has a job to do. His right gets them both behind cover. He stays on his knees behind The Boulder of Life and reaches back to jam bacta spray into the hole in his armor and backside. Next a slap of an armor patch. He still feels a breeze. He has other concerns, like wondering if he still has a left arm or not.

With a lunge Xeria plunges her blade into her opponent's chest, watching his eyes and whispering something to him before helping him slide back off. That done, she moves on to find another.

The explosion of the demo charges packaged against the armored hull of the turbolaser turret has began to fade away and thus it has lost its appeal for Aejin. The Mandalorian in the shining golden armor twists again that his jetpack may bring him toward the ground. As the growling flame of the jetpack cuts out those last few feet, then the grav belt kicks into effect to slow his descent. The landing zone was quite close to one of the enemy combatants. One armed with a launcher. That makes him a priority target. Upon landing at the side of the launcher wielding combatant, Aejin's left foot lashes out to take the Sanyassan at the back of the knee. As the threat begins to topple forward, the slugthrower gripped in the golden armored Mandalorian's fist shifts around to place two rounds into the alien's back.

Now grounded, Aejin is already beginning to move followed that sudden strike from the air. Again his arm raises, even as his feet shuffle with a particular calm amongst the battlefield conditions. The call from Narsai earns not a glance from Aejin, but still a comment in return, <<"Helmet on, heart off">. As another of the heavies presents himself, Aejin's barrel tracks across to steady itself upon the silhouette. Another bang can be heard, but it is not a killing blow. The round strikes the Sanyassan in the torso, but fails to take it out of the fight.

The fortress is opened wide by Mandl's work, a hole big enough for people the size of Rathe or Hadrix to stand shoulder to shoulder with room to spare. It's not much, mostly power generator, bunk racks and a currently stripped armory and the bridge command chair set up like a despot's throne, where a Sanyassan in ragged armor of plates and cloth wraps with a massive twin-barreled frag-cannon rested in his grip.

The thinned forces outside are seeing things turn against them, though the larger warriors egg them on, focus shifting. One of those offering field medicine, namely Hadrix caught in the lowest portion of his back, forced into a stutter step that nearly crashes him into Karys before he wheels about, arm extended and E-11 barking, cutting down one of the heavier warriors while he comes down to one knee - the second shot winging another's arm. <<"Breech is open, bang and clear. South by west vector has good defilade, execute!">

A sanyassan seeking vengeance for one of his squadmates lining up full on Narsai even, spraying repeater fire on her position - accurate fire as well while others are far less fortunate in their attempts to injure the other mandalorians and their allies.

It's the bellow within that carries over the field, "I... HAVE the power here! Mandalorians! Onderon! ALL WILL FALL BEFORE ME" the warrior king of the Sanyassans leaning out to open fire, massive detonator spheres slamming into the ground all around Xeria, covering her in turned soil... and at least not rendering her to turned soil.

Sumi moved to cover, rotating to level her weapon in an offhand firing position. Her aim leads her to focus on Lord Fahrahk, and two shots are sent his direction but both prove ineffective and find a place amongst the dirt, pocking it up. <"I hate the mouthy ones,"> Sumi says, being hypocritical of the loudmouthing Lord who wanted to kill! Slipping back behind her cover a bit, Sumi lowers to a kneeling stance, showing her age again, then attempts to sight once more.

Tara brakes, skidding the walker sideways a bit and trying to place its bulk between her wounded allies and the enemies shooting at them. And that yell... Shab, she can hear it inside, over the engine. ...Oh yeah, this thing has a PA system. She centers the reticle on the big cheese, thumbing the trigger and sending him diving for cover. <<*K-click* "Your speechwriting sucks.">>

Hadrix nearly stumbles into her and her left arm does not function, it just sparks and whirs, the cybernetic limb having some trouble. She grows below her breath and presses her shoulders into the big man to help brace herself as twinges of pain read through her nervous system from the damaged apparatus. Her arm lifts and the two shots follow. One takes out a commander right in the chest, a quick movement yet steady has her second shot claiming the last. <"Commanders are down but we got their figurehead."> Of which she takes a shot at but by then her hand is trembling to a degree.

She hisses through her teeth and pushes off her Al'Verde with a twist of her torso. SHe glances back at the others as the focus is clear thought hey are still not completely free of other targets.

Nerys and Bitty who were still plunking away, because really, what else was there to do, what with them sending out body after body, kept up fire on the main force. But as Nerys' charged bolt found her target, Bitty was distracted by the arrival of a new big bad and it showed, as both of her shots went wide, "Focus, girl. We'll be alright." Would they though? Oh, if the rest of the team could hear that little droid chittering away in Nerys' ear.

Roth continues the dissection of the lower ranks. If someone wanted some glory she wasn't going to get in the way and she was better at not getting in the way of those that are using blasters. She manages to get in close to the last of the regulars and slashes aggressively with the vibroblade, sealing their fate. She lets her momentum carry her forward, vibroblade seeking to slice something else. Once it finds purchase the Arkanian spins with the Beskad and downs the heavy she runs into. All of this is done with her quiet nature settling back in.

Eirik lines up his shot with a boost from arrogance due to his last few shots. He takes two more shots both missing their intended target. "Kriff that bastards fast!"

A flurry of blaster bolts slash the air around Aejin, all while he does his best to pick up the pace while one of those with a heavy repeating blaster settles his attention on the golden armored Mandalorian. Kicking up dirt and dust around him as Aejin begins to run, his arm up and out, the barrel of the Enforcer returning fire. The first shot goes wide in his attempt at return fire on-the-move. The second shot strikes the remaining heavily armed Sanyassan. As the blaster fire around him flashes, so too does his armor catch those crimson bolts and appear for fleeting moments across his armored frame. The fighting amongst the mob of defenders dying down and it going from full-fledged battlefield to a mopping action, Aejin's feet begin to carry him toward the last holdout.

That is until another of the frontline soldiers of the Sanyassan force makes itself known with another blaster shot in the direction of another of the attacking Mandalorians. Almost nonchalantly Aejin's arm rises, the barrel of his slugthrower going with it. When the shot lines up, it is soon followed by the loud report of the slugthrower's firing. The round strikes the remaining Sanyassan and drops him to the ground.

Beskar was impressive, powerful and dependable. It had saved Narsai's life many times...but like any armor, there were gaps in it. Sometimes the bad guy was good, or in the case of heavy repeater fire: sometimes they got lucky through playing the odds. A bolt tears into Narsai's lower leg, staggering the Reviver Leader and throwing off her aim with a hiss of pain. It stung, it threw off her balance, but the Ordo woman was still moving. Advancing forward, Narsai leveled her blaster, exhaling a breath and trying to regain her focus.

<<"You seem to be a little short on subjects for a 'Lord', shab!">>

The battlefield is lost to Rathe right now. He's focused on making sure that Zelo remains relatively stable. He's still not sure of why the dosage seemed off. He'll consult the Nautolan charts some time when he's not half dead himself. He stays behind that cover, and it is a good thing as the boulder grows warm with all the incoming fire splashing off of it.

Heavy breathing inside the helmet for a moment, and Rathe has yet to look at his numb left arm. Here, in the privacy of his own armor, he is absolutely terrified by what he will find. He's turned off his mic. No comms or voc to transmit. Blindly he brings up the scanner to run it over the wound. He's used to working on people in pitch black conditions. What he finds is... not healthy, but not necessarily the end of his surgical skills either. Or more importantly... he will be able to shoot again soon.

He finally looks at it about the same time he jabs the wound with bactafoam and goes to work on himself. If a Rathe is screaming alone inside his helmet, in the jungle, on a ridge is he silent? Yes. And seething angry to be back in the fight.

<"Is that the best you've got?"> Xeria taunts, rising from the crouched position she had ended up in while trying to stay on her feet. There are spots of dried dirt on the twilight hued armor now, but it seems this is no deterrent to her as she lifts her blade again. In fact, she goes right for the Destroyer, and with a mighty swing her blade bites into his side.

His 'subjects' gone, blood forming mud from churned earth, the smoke of blaster burned flesh, expended tibanna and explosives having created a mist that hugs at ankle height across the battlefield. The husk of the fortress laid open, empty, like a tomb waiting bodies to be interred.

The last of the Raiders stands, with the form of Xeria dipping into his guard, drawing blood and forcing his step away. A wild empty handed swing sailing over her head before he points his hand cannon at the Alor'Ordo. "Your words are hollow! I AM LORD FAHRAHK! I have crushed my enemies! I have risen from ashes and built THRONES of bones with the flesh of those who thought they my better!" the twin barrels flash, hurling explosive spheres all around Narsai where Hadrix is sprinting, med-pak out again, hand on her shoulder and she too is given a treatment of battlefield medical work... stims. Take a Mandalorian out of The First Order... But it's something to get her running.

<<"Xeria is forcing a blindside, being so close. Flank, angle rear.">>

From a kneeling position, Sumi had a more stable platform to shoot from and it's evident following her first shot.

SHOOOM--THOOONK!

A hit! Sumi follows through a moment, breathing out slowly for the second time before hammering off the final shot.

SHOOOM--THOONK!

Sumi raises the weapon up, the compensator orange hot , steaming, and oriented to the sky while she squints. <<"I think loud mouth is down. Someone put one in the noodle to keep him from flopping around like a damn bonefish.">>

Sumi raises up slowly, again showing her age with the sound of a grunt and groan. <<"There anyone left to shoot? Or did all you kids kill everyone?">>

Tara shifts the controls, the AT-PT hunkering down further to provide better cover for Hadrix and Narsai, and thumbs the control again. Somehow, the on fire and barely alive self proclaimed 'Lord' is able to roll to one side and avoid the blast from the twin cannons. <<"What the hell is this guy on? Because if it's not lethal, I kind of want some.">>

Karys remains where she is as Hadrix takes off for Narsai, her cyber arm sputtering and suddenly twitching in response. The gunslinger herks to the side and slams into the tree with that unaffective shoulder. A growl hisses through her teeth as the group begins to unload and tear apart the lord. This gives her a moment to breathe, steady her shot and aim down the modified pistol. Her hand steadies and the twitch of her arm sets off her sight a moment.

She presses into that tree to stay still while the cybernetic hangs useless at her side. Breathing out she squeezes off the shot and as the 'Lord; remains smoldering from Sumi's rounds, Karys slams a bolt home in his chest effectively ending his reign. <"Think he's down for good...,"> Though she's not sure from here.

She pushes away from the tree to start forward, her left arm swinging useless at her side. "Good strike," she says to Xeria as she nears.

Nerys and Bitty, who had managed to get themselves together. Well, more the smol droid than the larger one, rose from their cover as they heard the calls along the battlefield. All seemed well. or as well as any battlefield could. "How are you on ammo?" because that was the important thing. Seeming to hear what was good, Nerys finally moved away from the cover she had made such good use of, "The Tai is on world, we have a full medical bay, if it's needed."

Mandl arises, tucking away their last grenade. "Yes, the group's focused fire is... damnably efficient. Remind Dr. B'rot to stay on your side." They pause, brushing themselves off. "... does anyone require combat medicine? Treatment enough to limp to a hospital?"

Roth stays in a crouch after her last swing of the beskad and there is a look around to see if there is going to be another wave. When none immediately comes there is a moment taken to straighten to her full height and she resheathes her swords at her hips. She looks down to herself and swipes fingers through blood splotches, the hand is then raised towards Rathe, <<"None of it's mine this time Doc!">> she calls to him. Was...was Roth telling jokes?! Yes. Yes she was. This might be a double.

Eirik looks around and raises his fists in the air. "I'm ok over here too none of this blood is mine in the least." He heads to Had. "Yes I'd like to join the clan." He calls to Had. "I'd appreciate that opportunity."

The final coming to a conclusion with the death of Lord Whomever, Aejin's left to stand in the midst of all the carnage. Since he had not arrived at the fight with Lord Bone Throne yet, that leaves him an opportunity to simply take in the battlefield in all its glory. In silence he considers it all, until he does finally move to tap at his left vambrace with his opposite hand; taking care not to sweep the barrel of his slugthrower across any others or even himself. As the seals release his helmet with a soft, hushed whisper of a hiss the Ratttaki's left hand rises up. Scooping his helmet from his head before that same untattooed, unpierced head tilts up and back. A deep breath is claimed of the battlefield, the humid jungle air still presenting some measure of cool to the drops of sweat adorning his bald scalp and face.

A swift shake of his head later, scattering sweat to mix with the devastation of the battlefield he takes in a few more deep breaths. Helmet in hand, Enforcer in the other, Aejin begins to tread his way across the battlefield in search of his acquaintances to both check on their own state and continue his survey of the destruction wrought.

Amid his walk of the battlefield, Aejin's silvery-grey eyes are drawn from the blasted earthworks that were blown utterly sky-high, up further to the gaping remains of the turbolaser turret. A soft sigh passes the Mandalorian's lips before he quietly mutters to himself, "My armor feels so tight right now."

The shooting has stopped. Which means the cursing muffled inside Rathe's helmet continues. There is a sigh of frustration. <<"I'll bring this one down with me.">> Flight and narcotics. Nothing can possibly go wrong. He tosses Zelo over his right shoulder and launches from the ridge for the group. First he manages to bang his knee off the boulder. Then it's branch, tree, branch, crab?! No that was a space-squirrel... branch! In the process he drops Zelo...

The heavy cannon came so close Narsai had to weave, the heat of the shot almost certainly warming her helmet as Narsai managed to avoid flaming death. A sudden grasp on her shoulder and the sting of a bacta injector in her skin had Narsai glancing back, spotting Hadrix and offering a little nod of thanks. Anything more could wait until after Lord Fahrahk had-... Her blaster lowered as Sumi's barrage of bolts caught the loud and bragging man, with Karys's follow-up, finishing, shot earning a little chuckle of amusement before she holstered her weapon and shifted a little to lean off her still -very- sore leg.

"Nice shooting. Thought he'd never shut up."

A hand is raised towards the AT-PT, a signal of thanks to the hidden Tara before she looked over the newer warriors like Eirik, Aejin and Khe whom she'd yet to be introduced to. Maybe later, after or during celebrations. For now? She needed to sit down.

Xeria nods to Karys as she puts the sword away. <"Thanks. I've been practicing,"> she replies. With one hand she starts to brush away the dirt, but it turns into a sludge when it contacts sticky enemy blood. <"I guess I'll have to wash my armor on the way home.">

Quiet. Not even jungle sounds in the wake of the carnage, the Sanyassan warlord and his legion finally expunged from the surface of Demon Moon. For some it may be a cause of relief, others those moments where the cessation of fighting a hollow thing. Like an echo in a close walled room. Battlefield smoke lingers, drifting towards the north on a light breeze and the air feels close.

But the matter was settled at last after weeks of guerilla warfare leading up to a final strike and gut the foe. Peace with Onderon gained, for now, and breathing room before the next storm to strike at the Mandalorian enclaves spread through the galaxy. Watching the others as they move through their motions post battle.

<<"Sumi'Alor. I will be contacting Iziz, to inform them that the contract is complete.">> the big man is hunkered on the balls of his feet, forearms on his knees and hands dangling between. His helmet remains, head hung low - body shaking as the adrenaline begins to drain from his system. <<"Gripper, bring the Woor'tra in, medivac for Zelo...">>

Not even the peaceful aftermath can be truly peaceful it seems sometimes.

But the elation of victory should be enough.