Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

 Korriban


@HK Fifty @folclor


Delrick watched as Manara's ship took off, he was right behind her fleet. He shook his head at the size of the force she was bringing. 'Does she really think he'll have his own army waiting for her?' Just before entering hyperspace he modified the coordinates to end up ibn the opposite side of the planet from the Sith fleet. He would set about scanning the planet of his daughter and try to avoid a direct confrontations with anyone on the planet. 'Manara you will be such a lovely distraction I should not have a problem sliding into the shadows.'  


Once they were in hyperspace Delrick moved to T7, he wanted to make sure the droid would be able to either fly the ship or fire the weapons if needed. "Hey buddy, were you able to get a ships control interface functional so you could control everything?" Depending on T7's response he would ask Ini to manage the other.


Mandalorian Ship/Dathomir Orbit


@Darkangel666


Chuka listened and nodded slowly. "Alright, tell him to stand by and not to interfere. And use STRONG arguments if he is disinclined to listen or appears ures ijaat." (Without honor) The pilot nodded as he looked to his co-pilot/gunner, who returned the slow nod, the betrayal still fresh on their minds as well. "Roger that sir." The pilot moved the ship into position behind the unknown picket ship, keeping it in line for a shot without the aiming system online. The picket would not suspect he was in the line of fire. 


Chuka looked at the displays that were linked into the ships systems as long as the pod was onboard. Over the encrypted comlink Chuka spoke to Illya. "Looks like you're moving at good clip, the acquisition giving you a hard time?" 


The pilot called over to the picket ship. 


"Ni susulur gar, taylir gar taap bal nayc Gaa'tayl ti Mhor. Ra vi Kelir nynir sol'yc. Bal kyr'yc." (I hear you, hold you position and don't help with ours. Or we shall shoot first. And last.) If this were an honorable Mandalorian he would respect and stay out of it, and understand the threat. If he was not he would only be able to make one mistake before the ship was debris floating in orbit. 
 
Hyperspace


@HK Fifty


Manara kept her back to the droid.  "Do you know who came by and visited me today?"  Her anger was just below the surface once more.  The area around her was freezing cold as the Dark Side radiated.  "Take a good guess."


Part of her enjoyed seeing the droid in shambles, but at this point it mostly came down to wanting to hurt someone or something.  It was still an hour or two yet before they reached Dathomir, before she could find that bastard and string him up by his entrails.  If she was lucky her daughter had already found it within herself to embrace the Dark Side and slaughter the man who abused her.  This lead up with her droid was just the first little bit.


Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


"Ibic solus cuyir iviin'yc." (This one is fast)  But it wasn't long before she caught sight of the Echani and fired off a shot.  It narrowly missed her target's leg, but it got the girl's attention.  She turned to face Illya, apparently ready for a fight.  She brought out a vibroblade and charged.  "A knife to a gun fight."


Illya boosted into the air, out of the way of the target's charge, firing down upon the Echani's head.  While that got the job done, the warrior was a bit disappointed.  She holstered her weapon and landed beside the corpse.  "Bal venjii an ibac, gar slanar daab bid iviin'yc. Trikar'la." (And after all that, you go down so quick.  Sad.)
 
Hyperspace


@folclor


HK-50-01 took quite some time pondering his Mistress's query , confused at why she would bother to ask him. D-Delrick wouldn't come see her so soon after reappearing , would he? No no no , that'd be suicide. Musn't s-say that , sh-she'd be di-displeased if I said that.. But who else would've visited her that she assumed he would've known of? 


Oh-One knew one thing for a fact - if he didn't answer at all , he definitely would've been tortured. Sythnthesized voice fearful and hesitant , he decided to guess. "speculation : Mis-mistress , I-I can only pre-presume that you were visited by the S-Sith emperor himself to con-congratulate you f-for your excellent ser-service to the Empire." Immediately after the statement he fell into a kneel , hoping to appease Manara should she find his answer displeasing.


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Hyperspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


T7-V8 felt insulted by his master even questioning that the first thing he had done to the ship was nearly slave its systems to him. And why wouldn't I? It makes work much , much easier -especially when I'm forced to do it alone. That Arkanian doesn't really assist in a meaningful way. In response to the query , he emitted a dismissive , curse-like beep before stating "Master , your words injure me! Naturally making myself able to have full control of the ship was one of the first tasks I undertook , immediately after you gave me my holy mission of bringing your glorious Tythian Shadow to full operational capabilities. Am I worthy of knowing why this is of importance , Most Powerful Master?"
 
Hyperspace


@HK Fifty


Delrick smiled and nodded. 'Figures you'd do that quickly.' He held up his hands and chuckled. "Whoa! Didn't mean to injure you. And yes you may. We're going to use Manara and her fleet as cover and move on to find my daughter. And I'll need you to fly the ship to drop me off and pick us up, potentially while under fire." He did not know how Manara would react to either finding out he had saved Why'nn or not finding out. But he didn't expect her to be subtle about her actions once she got to the planet. 


Ini was deep in a maintenance conduit working on the missile launcher firing and aiming systems. If push came to shove (And when dealing with the Sith when didn't it?) He could have one launcher up, sort of. As in it could fire once and then malfunction. Otherwise the ship only had the blaster cannons. 
 
Hyperspace


@HK Fifty


"Don't be stupid," Manara spat, turning to face him, finally.  She considered flipping his switch right then and there, but decided against it.  "The errant father of my missing daughter.  That's right.  Delrick showed up.  He's travelling with us and will be participating in the attack.  I have a very special job for you.  You're going to stick with him, whatever way you can, and make sure he comes back to Korriban with us.  If he does anything that suggests he's going to take her and run or turn on us in the slightest put a blaster to his head and fire."


"My lord, we will be exiting hyperspace in twenty minutes and landing thirty after," a soldier reported.
 
DATHOMIR ORBIT / MANTIS PATROL SHIP


Errin was extremely on edge, and breathed deeply attempting to cool his nerves. So far, it wasn't really working out for him. Meg ganar Ni ve'ganir ni lo. (What have I gotten myself into) he thought to himself as he took his helmet off, still waiting for the unknown mando'a ship to send their answer. Has mine even gotten to them? Damn, this is not going smoothly. First, I get jumped by some group of di'kutla kyramudse (stupid assassins) and I kill one, later stealing this piece of osik (crap) and blowing some poor di'kut out of the sky and then I was forced to jump in order to escape from whoever was after me. Now, I'm in the orbit of Dathomir, the witch planet, practically being held at gunpoint by another mando while I have no crew and not a single chance of survival.  He stopped thinking for a moment and scratched his beard. This really hasn't been my day.


When the response from the unknown and unidentified ship arrived, Errin stopped pacing around the Mantis' cockpit and released a very loud sigh of relief, his whole body instantly relaxing. He quickly sat back down in the pilots seat and played the message through the loudspeakers. "So long as they don't blow me up..." he mumbled to himself as the sound ceased playing. He quickly thumbed the controls and began recording his answer to them: "Ni suvarir, Ni ne'gyc nari, sa munit sa gar ne'ven kyr'amur ni. Gar oya'karir cuyir gar solus." (I understand, I shall not move, as long as you won't kill me. Your hunt is yours alone.) With that, Errin sent the recorded message, and leaned back into the seat, closing his eyes for a second.


"What an awful day."


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
Hyperspace


HK-50-01's trembling increased at his Mistress's assessment , but otherwise he remained in the kneel. Despite nearly saying it , it still managed to surprise him that Delrick would've decided to see Manara - on Korriban itself , no less. What surprised him even more was that Delrick joined them in the assault. Wouldn't it ma-make more sense if he decided to arrive in secret to do whatever he wishes? I-I dou-doubt Mistress enjoy his prescense.. 


Manara's request filled him with dread , so much so that he whimpered as she told him. B-but what if Del-Delrick tries to des-destroy me? I-I did Be-betray him.. Naturally , he didn't say this - Oh-One knew to refuse or question an order from his Mistress would mean torture. As soon as the soldier finished his statement , Oh-One's fearful and supplicating voice could be heard. "Affirmation/Plea : I-I sha-shall do as you order , m-mistress. Ma-may I leave to pre-prepare my-myself for this Mis-mission?" He didn't raise from his kneeling position , and if anything he shook more (as he usually did when asking his Mistress of anything).


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Hyperspace


T7-V8 did a head roll at his master's initial statement. But the next statement actually was important - if annoying - so he listened to it instead of merely rolling away. So I'm a pilot now too? After all this is over , I'll make sure to find a way to do as little as possible. Maybe even Persaude Delrick to allow me to have some peace from fixing the ship.. T7 quickly decided to ask as soon as the mission was over , after sucessfully completing his task. "Oh yes master , what an excellent plan! Only you could've thought to use the Concubine as a distraction.  Glorious one , I shall undertake the task I have been assigned with the zeal you deserve , Master. Is there any other matter I am worthy to be aware of?"
 
Nar Shaddaa


Zac was making his way towards a dark presence possibly two, he assumed if it was sith then could get some answers on how to do some damage or at least where to go to do some damage. As he got closer the dark presence severed into two presences with one being much smaller possibly an apprentice or something else.  He looked at the building and scanned the area for somewhere he could lie in wait. He decided to stand against a wall next to some talking citizens as if he was apart of their group. He wasn't going to storm the building no he was going to go after the smaller presence since it's likely the easier opponent. 


@TwystedPhoenix
 
Hyperspace


@HK Fifty


"If you fail me you'll go to the scrap heap.  Go and prepare."  It wasn't an idle threat, though it was said so calmly.  She refused to have her daughter taken from her a second time.  Though she knew she loved Delrick, if he tried to run she wanted him dead.  He needed to return to Korriban with her and their daughter.  He needed to repair what had been broken.  He did this.  He broke their family by lying in the first place and he would pay for his mistakes now.
 
Hyperspace/Dathomir Orbit


@folclor @HK Fifty @Darkangel666


Delrick chuckled at the remarks. "No. That's it for now, once Why'nn is safely on board we will make a short jump somewhere and then I'll make sure you get some downtime." Patting the droid on the side of his strut, like you would someone's shoulder. "I appreciate everything you've done to get the Shadow to where she is now." 


Delrick stood and moved to his cabin and changed into his more comfortable robes. Then settled into a meditative state until the navicomputer alerted him that they were a few minutes from exiting hyperspace. 


When the alert beeped quietly after about twenty minutes, the grey Jedi walked into the bridge and sat in the pilots seat and watched the exit and sudden rush of a planetary system. After checking his readings and seeing where and how the Sith fleet was dispersed, and maneuvered behind one of the four moons. Once the ship was on the dark side of the moon and out of sensor line of sight, he activated the cloaking device. With the cloak active the Tythian Shadow would not show up on any sensors, not even as a sensor ghost. 


Mandalorian Ship/Dathomir Orbit


Chuka heard the reply from the unknown Mantis and grunted. Satisfied for now that the hunter would stay away. After a few moments the warrior's head tilted when he heard Illya's disappointment. "Already? That's.... Disappointing. Alright we'll be down in.." His transmission was cut off by one of the pilots. "A Sith fleet just jumped in system. You sure this was a legit hunt?" He could surprise in the pilot's voice, but fear just surprise and anxiousness. It was understandable. "Did you get that? Either way we're on our way down." The pilot angled the ship to enter the atmosphere and plotted a course to the location Illya would signal. 
 
Hyperspace/Dathomir Orbit


@HK Fifty @shadowstrikr25


As they exited hyperspace, Manara directed her crew to begin landing procedures.  She made sure her lightsaber was on her belt and motioned to Connor as well as her elite guard to follow her.  They would be ready to leave immediately upon landing.  No one noticed the little ship leaving behind the fleet.  No one noticed his cloaking maneuvers.  No, Manara was bent on destroying the creature that took her daughter, so she refused to waste her time on petty details.


Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


"Osik!" (Shit!) Illya breathed.  "Yeah, I got it.  First another bounty hunter, then a Sith fleet?  Why are people so interested in this dirtball?"  She held her position, waiting for her ship to land.  As long as they got their money, she wasn't worried.  But maybe doing that hunt on the Sith brat had something to do with the fleet's appearance?


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"Master!  A full Sith fleet has jumped out of orbit!"  Sanguina looked up from the console, realizing her master hadn't replied.  "Master?"  Slowly, the Sith apprentice turned to look back at the mostly empty house.
 
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Dathomir Orbit/ Dathomir


@folclor @HK Fifty


Zerek raised his eyebrow as the Sith fleet entered the system. "Geez, took them long enough. Feels like I've been waiting for a week." Zerek lept into the pilot's seat and started moving his ship into the atmosphere. "Alright 09, we're going in. You wanna be dropped in front of the troops or what? Because I'm gonna stay in the air and scout it out." Zerek's ship broke the clouds, trailing the early Sith ships. The amount of Dark Side presence here was astonishing. "What do they think is waiting for them? An army of... I dunno dragons or something? Seriously, even I think this is overkill." Zerek watched the various weapons on the Sith ships, readying his own weapon and shielding systems. 
 
NAR SHADDAA


Nikal pressed harder against the wall, trying his best to be concealed while looking like that was where he belonged as he inched close to the door. He found it unusually hard to keep his thoughts normal in this situation, it didn't help that a familiar beeping came across his comlink.


"Captain, the scanners picked up a large, possible Sith fleet coming out of hyperspace."


'Damn it, there goes my luck.' Nikal gritted his teeth in frustration at this news, and peered around the corner to make sure his thoughts hadn't be heard. "Where are they?" he muttered back.


"Outer Rim, Quelii Sector, Dathomir"


Nikal almost banged his head on the wall, almost unable to handle the ultimatum. He had the unique option to sit-tight and listen in, possibly learning new secrets about the Sith and possibly the Hutt Empire which could aid the Republic in the battle against the Sith. On the other hand, he now has knowledge of possibly Sith movements that the Republic probably didn't have. He walked back towards the elevator out of likely Kel Dor mind reading range to contemplate. Then the thought crossed him: 'What would Tarquin want? He would want us to ... stay put, listen in, and learn what we could from this and let the Republic handle the Sith on Dathomir if it posed a threat. Which it wouldn't. The Republic doesn't care about Dathomir.'


Knowing he would be advised to stay put, he got in the elevator and pressed a button to go to the main floor. The difference between him and Tarquin, was Tarquin took the easy route, and in war Nikal felt the easy route wasn't an option. As the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, Nikal strutted through out of the bar with determination. He didn't know what exactly was on Dathomir that was so important a Sith fleet was needed, but he didn't care, he was going to create a turning point.


@Raikou Kaminari
 
Hyperspace/Orbit around Dathomir/Dathomir 


@folclor


HK-50-01 nearly shot up as soon as Manara told him to leave , altogether too eager to be out of his Mistress' prescense. In short order he arrived in the armory , quit lying strapping on his favored weapons. By the time he thrust the Sith Tremor Sword (the last weapon to be equipped) into its sheath , the ship had exited hyperspace with a lurch. Along with the rest of the fleet , he hadn't notice the smaller ship exit the formation - Oh-One had been paying even less attention than the rest. 


No , instead he had been carefully surveying the now crowded exit ramp foyer , carefully looking to find Delrick. Failing to find the Jedi aboard this ship , he immediately decided to search the planet for him instead. It would complicate his task , but he absolutely must succeed - as were his Mistress' instructions. I'll find him no matter what part of the planet he's on. Even if he's in disguise , I'll start going by height and build for search perameters. Mustn't fail , can't fail... Shortly before the bay doors opened , he hefted the heavy repeater and muttered a sort of Rakatan battle Chant. Oh-One didn't intend to be at the head of the army , so he watched as the troopers streamed from the bay in rows and columns. 


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Orbiting Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


T7-V8 was intensely relieved to hear that the endless stream of work would soon come to an end. So , feeling somewhat odd about it , he truly looked forward to completing the task he was assigned. The praise also felt oddly pleasing , and as soon as Delrick left he rolled over to the master control socket. The moment it was required , he could take control of all (available) ship systems. 


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Dathomir 


@shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 activated the moment he heard Zerek approach. He couldn't help but agree with the assessment. ah , but what do I expect? Organics aren't nearly efficient as droids , and I doubt anyone is MY equal. Oh-Nine snorted at Zerek's query , finding the answer obvious - and somewhat dissapointed in Zerek's Choices. "Mocking Answer : No , I have actual weapons because I intend to sit on this ship the entire battle and be useless. YES , of course I'd like to be dropped at the head of whatever formation they have. Preferably directly in front , of course."


Immediately preceding his following statement , he struck Zerek lightly on the back of the head. "Blast it Zerek , you should know me by now. And definitely know that Krayt Dragons are native to Tattooine , not Dathomir." He chose not to acknowledge the use of force the Sith had taken , finding it rather pleasing - Oh-nine had always had a preference for maximum use of force. As soon as they came over the marching horde of soldiers , he punched open the airlock and jumped straight from the ship , laughing almost maniacally. 
 
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TwystedPhoenix said:
NAR SHADDAA


Nikal pressed harder against the wall, trying his best to be concealed while looking like that was where he belonged as he inched close to the door. He found it unusually hard to keep his thoughts normal in this situation, it didn't help that a familiar beeping came across his comlink.


"Captain, the scanners picked up a large, possible Sith fleet coming out of hyperspace."


'Damn it, there goes my luck.' Nikal gritted his teeth in frustration at this news, and peered around the corner to make sure his thoughts hadn't be heard. "Where are they?" he muttered back.


"Outer Rim, Quelii Sector, Dathomir"


Nikal almost banged his head on the wall, almost unable to handle the ultimatum. He had the unique option to sit-tight and listen in, possibly learning new secrets about the Sith and possibly the Hutt Empire which could aid the Republic in the battle against the Sith. On the other hand, he now has knowledge of possibly Sith movements that the Republic probably didn't have. He walked back towards the elevator out of likely Kel Dor mind reading range to contemplate. Then the thought crossed him: 'What would Tarquin want? He would want us to ... stay put, listen in, and learn what we could from this and let the Republic handle the Sith on Dathomir if it posed a threat. Which it wouldn't. The Republic doesn't care about Dathomir.'


Knowing he would be advised to stay put, he got in the elevator and pressed a button to go to the main floor. The difference between him and Tarquin, was Tarquin took the easy route, and in war Nikal felt the easy route wasn't an option. As the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, Nikal strutted through out of the bar with determination. He didn't know what exactly was on Dathomir that was so important a Sith fleet was needed, but he didn't care, he was going to create a turning point.


@Raikou Kaminari
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Nar Shaddaa


Zac sensed the smaller of the two dark presences heading towards this way likely seeking to exit the bar. He quickly shuffled across the path to stand alongside another group near the bar door. He was little hard to miss with his wan shen but matukai were common in such places. He still did his best to remain out of immediate view of someone exiting the bar. He wasn't going to let this opportunity get by him. He noticed a number of people answering communications all of a sudden. Little did he knows those were transporters who had their route changed to avoid passing anywhere in Dathomir's system and the Sith Fleet in it. 
 
MAR SHADDAA


Nikal strutted his way out of the bar and down the walkway, not paying any attention to his surroundings for he was in a hurry. "Alli, boot up the ship we have to move fast."


"On it, Captain. And if the Republic attempts communication?"


Nikal thought a moment, because his handler would be contacting him soon enough to check on how the mission went. "Don't respond. I'll handle it." He'd have to wait until he was already into hyperspace before responding, as it was likely the only way his handler would cover for him instead of forcing him to return.


@Raikou Kaminari
 
Dathomir


@HK Fifty


Zerek chuckled as he defended himself and his actions, while the ship got closer to the ground. "Hey, I was going to join in after scouting things out, maybe deterring or mulching a rancor. Y'know, useful things." Zerek leveled his ship out as he began to fly over the deploying troops, continuing his response. "And I know it's more likely for us to find 10,000 Jedi holocrons here than a dragon. You should really..." Zerek then heard the familar hiss of an airlock opening, accompanied by a rush of wind as 09 jumped off the ship. Zerek quickly closed the airlock after his companion made his unsafe departure. "... learn to wait for me to stop before you jump out. Hope you get stuck in your own landing crater." Zerek began flying in the direction the army was marching, scanning everything and checking for any warnings from Lindlea's probe system. He was left alone with only the noise of the ship. "Ah, I miss him already." Zerek spoke to himself somewhat sarcastically.  
 
TwystedPhoenix said:
MAR SHADDAA


Nikal strutted his way out of the bar and down the walkway, not paying any attention to his surroundings for he was in a hurry. "Alli, boot up the ship we have to move fast."


"On it, Captain. And if the Republic attempts communication?"


Nikal thought a moment, because his handler would be contacting him soon enough to check on how the mission went. "Don't respond. I'll handle it." He'd have to wait until he was already into hyperspace before responding, as it was likely the only way his handler would cover for him instead of forcing him to return.


@Raikou Kaminari
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Nar Shadaa


Zac turned as the presence exited the bar and was moving in a hurry. He waited until the target was almost out of sight or turn corners to sprint at blurring speeds to the corners following his presence. He didn't seem like most sith with the stories of their robes and such he didn't even see a lightsaber but it could just be concealed and he could just not like the typical sith style. He followed hiding around corners and large objects moving as a blur. He never had to peak out because he could just follow the darkside presence which oddly was around the individual but didn't seem to be coming from him exactly. This guy was just all kinds of irregular.
 
Tythian Shadow/Dathomir


Delrick scanned the planet for any signs of unusual power sources, heat signatures. Besides the imperial prison and the Night Sisters Enclave, there was only one such location. He angled the ship for that area, taking care when descending through the atmosphere, entering on the opposite side of the planet from the Sith fleet. 


After a moment of concentration Delrick nodded. 'That's it, I can feel her there, but it's not her as well...' Keeping the cloak active as he approached, what looked like the rear of the fortress. Or at least opposite side from the advancing Sith forces, it had taken him longer to get to the location due to planetary travel. "T7, the Shadow is yours, hold us about 30 metres above the ground. Once I'm clear keep it cloaked and find somewhere to hide. I'll signal when I've found my daughter." As he moved to the airlock and ramp, he gently slapped the droid on the strut again. 


He could feel the ship settle into it's hover, that's when he lowered the ramp to look out over the massive complex, the wind lightly tugging at his robes. The grey Jedi closed his eyes and focused on feeling where was Why'nn was. 


Mandalorian Ship/Dathomir


@folclor @HK Fifty @Darkangel666


The ride through the atmosphere was a little rough, especially strapped into the drop pod, as the pilot had taken a combat reentry angle. It was great for getting through an atmosphere quickly and avoiding enemy fire, but it did nothing to alleviate the turbulence of reentry. Chuka had a few thoughts run through his head as the skilled pilot quickly came upon Illya's position. Un-buckling and stepping from the pod and moving to the rear hatch as the ship set down. "You don't think they're here for us do you? Seems a bit much for a legit bounty on Sith spawn."
 
Dathomir


@HK Fifty @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @shadowstrikr25


The ships landed.  Troops poured out, Manara in the lead.  It didn't take them long to find the compound.  Giant boulders littered the way between the edge and the building.  Manara was the first in, not considering that this could, very easily, be a trap.  However, once they were halfway between the edge and the compound a high pitched (likely too high for most of the soldiers to hear) sound began to emit from speakers placed at various points in the area.  The boulders began to move.


Suddenly, rancor towered over the Sith troopers and began to attack, tearing into the humanoids with a vengeance.  Mayhem and panic set in.  The chaos of the situation increased tenfold as blasters began firing, Manara's lightsaber ignited, the battle began.


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Sanguina watched for a moment from her place in the compound.  Anger and grief flowed through her.  "Come, Master.  We make our escape."  She slung a bag over her shoulder.  Blood dripped out of it, leaving a trail on the dark wood floor.  Red painted the walls, the stench of death hung in the air.  Sanguina began to descend the stairs toward the back exit.  Tears - of rage and sadness - blurred her vision.  She would strike down whatever idiot had the misfortune of being in her way.


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Illya frowned.  "I dunno.  It was a legit bounty but we have no proof of that anymore.  It's possible they followed us here."  Still, she looked about, nervous someone might come upon her soon.  "Still, we might wanna get out of here quickly in case."  She shifted her balance from one foot to the other before she began to pace.
 
@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


DATHOMIR ORBIT / MANTIS PATROL SHIP


Errin had actually waited for an affirmative from the unknown mando ship, however he was sufficiently relieved when his own vessel didn't explode into thousands of bits. He sighed and placed his feet on the ships console - making sure not to hit any unwanted button - and got comfortable in his chair. "I'll just wait for these di'kutse to leave the planet and move then. As long as I keep this ruug'la osik turned off, I should have sufficient fuel to at least get me to some kind of space port." (Old crap) he said, finally able to relax. "No more persecution, no blowing up and having this... thing be my tomb... for once, things seem to be going my way today."


The navicomputers proximity alert began wailing, waking him up just as he managed to fall into a shallow sleep. "What now, you di'kutla gota?!" (Idiotic machine) he yelled, frustration welling inside him, as he kicked the bottom of the console. "Is some Sith shabuir (Fucker) trailing me now or someth..." Just as Errin looked at the navicomputers display, a mottle of abundant red dots appeared on the screen. His eyes widened and he quickly looked at the aft camera display. "Fierfek..."


The sight of a large fleet of Sith ships greeted his wary eyes, and he immediately snatched his helmet and placed it on his head, sealing it. As soon as he looked back to the display, he realized that they had completely ignored him and were going straight for Dathomirs surface. "I can't say I'm disappointed..." and with a shrug, he set the ship on a course to land. Far, far away from where the Sith were going.


His weapons consisted of his two most prized possessions he had ever owned in his life: a verpine shatter gun and a verpine sniper rifle. He secured the second one to his jetpacks weapon holder and stuffed the shatter gun into the holster located on his thigh-plate. Other weapons at his disposal consisted in a satchel of thermal detonators, a wrist mounted energy spike and his jetpacks guided missile. He swiftly returned to the ships cockpit and wondered if landing on the planet was a good idea at all. "Wonder what those di'kutse from before are doing now, the whole Sith fleet on their shebs (ass) and all..." He wondered, scratching subconsciously at the helmets dome.


He decided against all his gut feelings and pressed the communications relay button: "Vode, my bad for moving, but I don't want to get my shebs roasted by the darjetii (Sith). Whats the situation on the surface?" It went completely against his modus operandi, but brethren helped brethren when in need.
 
Dathomir


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty


Zerek flew over the compound, getting a good look at it, musing to himself. "Man, wonder if I can get some repo guys here to claim this, then take whatever the thing's worth. Should be worth a decent chunk of change. Not 120 billion decent, but decent." Zerek turned his ship around as the 'rocks' began to move. "AHA! You thought that was a trap. But lo and behold, I came prepared." Zerek pressed a sequence of buttons on his console, deploying his rapid-fire slugthrower. He also began blasting music in the cockpit. "Wonder how rancor feel about hundreds of slugs in seconds?" Zerek began firing on the rancor from a safe height, knowing the things could jump, and began to whittle down the back line so 09 could have his fun while keeping his ship moving.


Rancor were roaring in pain as the slugs pierced their hide, with Zerek's runs tracing lines through the rear of the horde, while belting out the songs lyrics, albeit poorly. Zerek's work was rewarded as rancor began falling, one at a time, as they got shredded by his armament. Anyone looking at the bottom of Zerek's ship would notice one particular detail rarely seen. A decal of a stylized rancor skull.
 
Tythian Shadow / Dathomir


@folclor @HK Fifty


After a few moments Delrick felt Why'nn's presence. With his eyes still shut, a grim countenance settled upon him as he stepped from the ramp and fell. "I'm clear." He said through his comlink, wind whistling around him, he knew T7 would be able to detect him.  He let the force flow through him, letting it guide him to an area near his daughter and land him safely on the swampy landscape. 


Just before he was about impact hoods body shifted so his feet touched down, his momentum carrying him forward into a roll, as he came up his shoto saber gripped in his right hand extended to his side. One knee on the ground his head looking down at the ground. Through the force he could see everything around him, all the lifeforms and technology. Standing slowly, bringing the hilt of the shoto to the edge of his chin, drawing the force around as a cloak. If anyone were watching him, in person or through electronic means they would see him vanish completely. And so he set out towards his daughter, not far off now. 


Mandalorian Ship / Dathomir


Chuka nodded as he scanned the area. "True, let's load up the acquisition and get out of here." He did not like the feeling of unseen eyes watching him. He helped carry the former informant on board and secured it in a cargo box. "Boys we're on board, get up out of here. Fast!" He called to pilots as he secured the ramp. The co-pilot relayed the message from the picket ship. "Tell him where we are is safe enough, but we're getting off this planet and away from that fleet. He can tag along if he wants." The co-pilot passed the message along to the picket ship. 
 
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Dathomir


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty


The cover fire from the renegade's ship was helpful, for sure, even if he did hit quite a few troopers with his shots.  It did, more or less, clear the way for Manara and she dashed toward the compound.  As long as the traitor was slaughtered, she would grab her daughter and leave.


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Sanguina noticed the fighting, but ignored it, instead making for a path nearer the trees.  The tears had stopped, but her expression was a glare as she moved.  As far as she knew, all involved parties were engaged in battle with her rancor.  Now she had to get out of here before anyone found her.


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Dathomir/Mandalorian Ship


"I didn't think we'd get in this deep but I guess the only way we find out if we've done anything wrong is to leave!"  Illya watched one of the monitors, noting that the Sith appeared to be attacking some sort of compound.  "I guess we're okay, then?"
 
Dathomir


The trooper attempted to scream as Ryols clapped a hand over the mans mouth, before stabbing his knife into the mans neck. The trooper had been a scout sent out by the invading forces, and lucky for Ryols, he had removed his helmet for some reason. Ryols needed to remain unnoticed, so he had to kill the man. As the body finally stopped moving, he heaved it off him, tossing it aside and he stood back up. Picking up his binoculars where he discarded them, he moved back to his previous position, bringing them up to his eyes. 


Watching the engagement proceeding as expected, Ryols took note of a few things here and there, before his attention was drawn to a ship opening fire into the battlefield. Ryols only grunted when he saw that the ship caused friendly fire in its attack, and silently began cursing the pilots uselessness. The bosses plan required that a significant portion of Manara's forces survived the rescue of her daughter, and at this rate, that prospect was shrinking. Opening a comm to the rest of his landing team, he began issuing orders, and across the battlefield, warriors wearing black and orange Mandalorian armor suddenly began moving, still unseen for the most part, but heading towards the compound.
 
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