Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on May 29, 2013 14:27:01 GMT -8
*Duke saw the situation going on too. When Ashrah moved out to fix it, he stayed ready with his busted shotgun, and watched. If the big man didnt need his help, he wont step in on his game, but if the big man was IN need of his help, he would act without hasitation. Lucky for him, the big man stepped in. He set a nice stop to it with steel and words. Now it was up to duke to get them busy so they wont tear eachother appart. At once, duke pointed out the two troublemakers
(need to add, he had no scruples about the fact that he was provoking Tagira just a moment ago...)
"Ok, You two, get some rope and start hanging up the Howler corpses. They need to soften a bit before processing. One wrong word from you two, and I will get my beskar spatula."
*He DID have a beskar Spatula. A prise he earned for his chefmanship in a contest. He pointed at the Tagira led commandoes.*
"You guys get building duty. Set up tents, the field kitchen, comms and sensors. Then when you are back from the temple, chow and a nice bed will wait for you. Do a good job and I throw in some beer from my personal stash."
*pointing at Corrs group now...*
"Same for you, but you will scout the peremiter, get some idea of how the place looks like, Then, when we have eaten, we will start clearing the jungle for landingpads. Give the vode a warm welcome."
*Then, finally, he pointed at Ander Tagira himself.*
"And YOU will tell me how you guys cook these things. I am ALLWAYS open for a fusion kitchen..."
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Post by Corr on May 29, 2013 14:41:51 GMT -8
As the bolt sped past Sven's face the big mans hand tightened on his heavy repeater, bringing the barrel up slightly. Likewise Darians own sniper rifle came around towards the source of the bolt while Sheva, stood with one of Ashrah's silent commando's, placed her hand on the grip of her sidearm. All three froze as Mereel's voice thundered out, stopping them from unleashing the awesome violence of which they were capable. It mattered not to them how badly they were outnumbered by the so-called allies but the barked command of their superior was enough to forestall their aggressive intent.
Sven scowled as he watched the two turn and walk away, ignoring the presence of the sniper that had so rudely interrupted the decent fight he had brewing. A true vode Sven saw such confrontations as a fun sideline in any war. A good scrap with allies was how one kept warm and entertained in such settings, irrelevant of what was going on around them. Still, the disrespect show by them turning their back on him was something he was loathe to let go and a low growl escaped from his helmet as his eyes burned holes in the back of the one known as Joanie.
Tearing his eyes from the sniper Darian placed his hands on Sven's shoulders, joining his friend in his scrutiny of the mans back, and snarling out a laugh that was as devoid of mirth as anything heard, ever.=Darian=Udesii ner tat... Kadele banar o'r akaan.
{Calm down, mate... Accidents happen in war.}He smiled beneath his visor and clapped Sven hard on the back before turning back towards the Vhett part of the camp, flashing a knowing nod to Mereel who was glaring daggers at them.=Darian=Gar mar'eyir gar balac...{You'll get your change...}
Mereel frowned as Darian walked past him, offering him a casual salute before removing his helmet and sitting. Beginning to strip and clean his rifle, the Nagai sniper began whistling a nameless tune and cracking on as if nothing had happened, jet back braid swinging down past his pale face as he worked. Sven ever the belligerent one, continued to stare after the source of his ire for a few seconds more before he too turned and made his way to where they had gathered. Removing his helm and revealing blonde hair and surprisingly boyish features, he followed Darians lead in sorting out his gear while they waited for food.
They had no sooner sat down before they were being ordered up to scout the perimeter. Darian simply hunched his shoulders and ignored the random command, an attitude that may have let them get away with such a dismissal. Sven however, still resenting the encounter a few minutes ago, turned to stare at Duke in disbelief, chin thrusting out in belligerence. Still holding the stock of his heavy blaster in one hand he jabbed a finger in Dukes direction.
=Sven=
"Primpir be'chaaj Australis. Shi jorcu gar ganar nayc aliit bah ke'gyce rud."
{Piss off Australis. Just because you have no clan to order around.}
Mereel's head snapped in Sven's direction as if yanked by a tractor beam. The big mans face fell a little as he obviously realised that he had stepped over the line with his comment, cheeks flushing in embarrassment on his youthful features. Mereel's voice roared out again in barely controlled fury.
=Mereel=
"Haar'chak Sven, gar shabuir or'dinii!"
{Damn it Sven, you fucking moron!}
His eyes found Dukes, his expression apologetic as he stomped over and backhanded Sven across the face with a gauntlet-clad right hand. His look to Duke said...
"With friends like this who needs enemies, eh..."
Still, it wasn't really a surprise and Mereel cursed Corr for making his dislike of both Ashrah as well as Ander public knowledge among the verd of Clan Vhett. Still, it was his command and he'd be daned if this kind of behaviour was going to be tolerated on his watch.
Grabbing Sven by the neckline of his armour he hauled the bigger man to his feet and pulled him close so their faces were mere inches apart, growling into his face as he held him there.
=Mereel=
"Gar shekemir Australis as gar shekemir Corr, Tayli'bac?"
{You will follow Australis as you follow Corr, got it?}
He got a mumbled reply as he flung the other man away from him to stumble towards Duke and perhaps more punishment. Darian had calmly watched the exchange deftly reversing direction and reassembling his sniper rifle with quick, sure, movements. Hauling himself to his feet he stared at Mereel for a moment as if he were going to gainsay his commanders words. The look ereel fired back could have withered a Sarlac and, after a moment, Darian turned and trudged off towards the perimeter, ignoring Sven, Mereel and Duke.
"Kad!" Mereel thought as he watched Darian stalk away and, as Ashrah addressed him, he decided that perhaps a show of loyalty and a clear distinction as to who was in charge here may smooth over such acts of insubordination.
He caught Anders eyes as he offered Ashrah a short bow of submission, straightening to salute the disheveled-looking warrior smartly.
"Elek, Mand'alor!"
Looking to Sheva he summoned her with a jerk of his head, moving away from the group gathered there slightly and finding a large rock with a flat surface. Sheva ambled over, still insisting on taking her time and ease in whatever she did, and removed her own helmet, placing it on the rock by which he now crouched.
=Sheva=
"Morut'yc brik bah te Ori'gehaat'ik?"
She asked slyly as she pulled the comm unit from her backpack, settling the decrepit looking device on the rock next to her buy'ce. She loved anticipating his orders and it had become a bit of a game for them. He would often bark out a sentence then leave it hanging only for her to pick up and finish. It often got strange looks from Darian and Sven who were each sure that their commander was shagging her, a scenario as to which both Mereel and Sheva liked to keep them guessing.
Syncing the device with her helmets comm codes she immediately patched it in and began searching for the Ori's server, finding it quickly despite the weathers interference. She then selected the appropriate output and picked up the mic that trailed on a thin bit of flexi-wire from the comm unit. As the seconds stretched she became more and more frustrated, her fine features glowering and scowling at a display, dark hair fanning down the right-hand side of her face. Finally, muttering under her breath, she looked up at Mereel.
=Sheva=
"I managed to get hold of Gathos..." She spoke in basic for no other reason that I'm tired of having to transate things... Or perhaps she spoke in Mando'a but it translated automatically like a visual Tizowyrm? Whatever works. "He's patching us through to Corr now."
Mereel nodded and gestured to the device while jerking his head towards Ashrha. She understood and, picking up the com unit, followed him back over to where Ashrah sat. Just as they got there, Sheva kneeling next to her Mand'alor, the comm unit crackled with an awful snarl of a voice.
Me'copaani?
She smiled at the Aliit'or and his no-fucking-around approach to comm conversations and gestured Ashrah to the mic...[/span]
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Post by Ashrah on May 29, 2013 15:00:05 GMT -8
He grunted a chuckle as Corrs voice hacked through the com unit, the crackle almost indecipherable from the mans own voice. He nodded at Sheva and took the com, stuffing it in his ear
::Corr. How do we fare up there? They killed you yet?::
He took a swig of the beer Duke had tossed him and almost sighed. Kad he was tired. And sore. Oh well. No rest, not until it was done. He glanced up at the darkening sky, the rain finally stopping
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Duke Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on May 29, 2013 15:44:37 GMT -8
*Duke saw red.
He saw the bodies in the hallways, the children who tried to fight the droids in their rooms, but were ripped to pieces. He saw a girl he once loved, cut in two by a lightsaber. A perfect, cauterised cut going strait though the curves he loved to touch. He saw the thomb of his clan.
He wanted to kill the man.
His hand went behind him, to grab the combat shovel, he wanted to dig the man as if he was a hole in the ground. His hand found an other hand instead. Sherer was behind him. She took his hand in his. He was about to turn and push her away, but then he felt she gave him something. The armour didnt let him see it, but he knew what it was. A weapon against this man. Far better then any combat shovel.
Sherer stood just where he left her when he started to slowly walk towards Sven and Mereel. Still keeping his hand behind him, as if holding a weapon. He WAS. While walking, he used the other hand to get his helmet off. His face was a mess, the teeth of the Alpha had cut through his durasteel, and there were (new) cutts that bled, the helmet smudging it over his bald head and cheeks.
As he got to the man, he very slowly put his right hand, the one holding the Weapon forward. The cold can of beer in his hand was his weapon. He drank from it, a good chug, then reached it to Sven.*
"Strip the armour, and we are all but one clan. Mandalorian."
*He said, as he offered to share his drink with one who offended him.*
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Post by Corr on May 29, 2013 16:17:03 GMT -8
Sven braced himself, chest out and head held high, then frowned as a beer was thrust at him. Expecting an incoming attack he could only take the can hesitantly as Duke spoke to him with camaraderie. Nodding slightly as Dukes words he hoisted the can and nodded once, a clear and definitive jerk of the head that somehow transmitted apology and acceptance. Neither humble nor grandiose.
=Sven=
"Kandosii, ner tat."
He grinned and down the can before hoisting out his own flask and offering Duke a drink of his own liquor in a traditional gesture as old as time. Shouldering his rifle he gave Duke another nod before heading out to be abut their patrol, hastening off to catch up to Darian, who would also reprimand him for being a clown.
Mereel turned back to Ashrah as he began to converse with Corr, folding his arms across his chest and awaiting the outcome.
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 29, 2013 18:48:30 GMT -8
Ander's eyes were brought up at the sound of Australis' voice. The man was boisterous, and loud, for sure, but Ander had heard mutterings of his culinary abilities during his last visit on Mandalore. Actually, Mai had been the one to catch the words, being a bit of a cook herself, but Ander was the one here, now, in a position to help Australis out. In a position to help out a fellow verd. Ander shook his head mentally. He knew what it was like to be close with comrades, with friends. He had had that with the Yavin 4 Defense Force, with GALSAF, with the Rebel Alliance, as a youth. He had it now. Just not with these men.
Boasting over two meters of height and coiled musculature, GALSAF's Lord Commander stood, flexing his arms and punching one open palm with the opposite fist. His eyes found Duke, and beneath the scratchy facial hair adorning his visage, Ander grinned. "Let's grill this sucker." If the only way to build a sense of camaraderie open to him at the time was to cook that howler along with Duke, then that's what he would do. The former Jedi left his rifle to hang from his backside, then stepped up to face Australis, a gleam in his eye. How harmful could a little rough-housing be?"I just have one question for you, gar etyc-senaar," Ander grunted, the Mando'a was flowing more easily from him these days. Briefly, Ander began noticing absentmindedly just how large the other man was. But he continued grinning like an idiot, regardless. With one hand, Ander grabbed Duke by the scruff of his armor, just below the neck, and pulled the man close, till their heads were nearly touching."Gar ganar uj'ayl?"Mere meters away, Joanie and Chachi had already taken up their assigned task. Black Operators weren't above setting up a kitchen, especially if the payment was in food. In fact, neither of them would have expected anything less. Together they identified the various pieces of the tent frame, quickly and efficiently forming everything into place before securing the framework to the ground with stakes. Once complete, they draped the tent's cover over the lightweight metal frame and secured that as well. No more than five minutes, once all was said and done.
Joanie, ever the cheeky one, leaned up against the tent's open side, ready for his portion of the handouts.Within the Blueleaf Cluster TempleThird Platoon had spent their first half hour within the temple marking primary corridors on the ground level. The structure was massive, though only half as large as the Grand Temple that was to be their main objective. The stone hallways and bi-ways were labyrinthine in design, twisting and doubling back, ending in blank walls. The mappings the Commander had provided were useful, without a doubt, but many passageways had collapsed or remained locked away, or invested with all manners of ill creatures. It took nearly an hour for First Squad to stumble upon the primary audience chamber, a tall tapering room supported by engraved pillars and ribbed with windows hewn from the stone that administered the morning light.
It was plain to see the chamber had remained empty for years, unused or visited by sentient beings. Kliknik nests pock-marked the landscape, with dozens of the nasty things running about making noise and trouble. Third Platoon's Leftenant ordered for chemical throwers to pave the way for the rest of the platoon, effectively incinerating any kliknik in sight. Efforts to clear the main sections of the temple would take several hours, if not into the next day. For the moment, the platoon focused on setting up an encampment within the main audience chamber, and setting trip sensors to warn them of predators and other potential adversaries.
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Post by Ashrah on May 30, 2013 7:15:28 GMT -8
He grunted. Well, it sounded like a grunt to normal folk. To Ashrah, it was a chuckle. He looked around as if Corr could see what was going on around him...Which the big mando probably could. He was creepy like that.
::Anders boys are helping Duke set up the kitchen and half of them are doing patrol and getting set to clear the Temple. I am dragging a dead Jedi around the jungle until I get a chance to drop his big ugly ass off at the Praxeum as a 'gift'. Duke killed a howler with his bare hands, I made friends with Sheva and Sherer is as excited as always. Pretty typical Australis family get together. How long til we get some more boots on the ground? We are scattered all over Kads Half Acre down here. Maybe see if you can locate the rest of the vode. I am gonna eat, slap another Bacta patch on and hope my ribs knit by morning::
He held a hand against his ribs lightly as he spoke. It gave little actual comfort, but he felt better by doing it. His face was still a bruised and bloody mess, not having bothered to clean it yet. The fight had been vicious and violent, Concordias use of the saber superb and nearly flawless. Nearly being the operative word here. Had Ashrah not been wearing beskar'gam and had the upbringing he had....He would have died within the first 5 minutes he was sure.
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Post by Corr on May 30, 2013 9:53:22 GMT -8
He frowned and called up the message logs for the last few hours on his HUD, studying what reports they had from those that mad the run down the well. Now the Jedi forces had retreated it was supposed that a second wave of ships to the surface could be launched. Supposed by some. Corr was of the opinion that due to the fact that they knew at least two-thirds of the Jedi fighter squadrons were still in system, probably lurking under the energy shield below, it was a good possibility that they would pounce as soon as they saw more transports en-route. The losses from the first run had been appalling and Corr was not willing to throw away lives until those already down there could give him some solid intel as to the location of those Jedi demons...There are still a few squads down there making their way to the rendezvous. The terrain seems to be slowing everyone down to the point that they are moving at a crawl...His voice became belligerent, as if daring Ashrah to gainsay or order him to do otherwise.and I'm not sending more ships down until you can get a fix on where those Jedi fighters are. If I can draw them off with our own fighters I can send some more troops down. Until we know where those shabla sakagale are we'll just be risking lives.His voice grew curious and his head tilted as he walked.So who's this Jetii you've bested then? |
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Post by Ashrah on May 30, 2013 10:37:29 GMT -8
He frowned and called up the message logs for the last few hours on his HUD, studying what reports they had from those that mad the run down the well. Now the Jedi forces had retreated it was supposed that a second wave of ships to the surface could be launched. Supposed by some. Corr was of the opinion that due to the fact that they knew at least two-thirds of the Jedi fighter squadrons were still in system, probably lurking under the energy shield below, it was a good possibility that they would pounce as soon as they saw more transports en-route. The losses from the first run had been appalling and Corr was not willing to throw away lives until those already down there could give him some solid intel as to the location of those Jedi demons...There are still a few squads down there making their way to the rendezvous. The terrain seems to be slowing everyone down to the point that they are moving at a crawl...His voice became belligerent, as if daring Ashrah to gainsay or order him to do otherwise.and I'm not sending more ships down until you can get a fix on where those Jedi fighters are. If I can draw them off with our own fighters I can send some more troops down. Until we know where those shabla sakagale are we'll just be risking lives.His voice grew curious and his head tilted as he walked.So who's this Jetii you've bested then? :: Concordia::
He listened to the entirety of Corrs msg before he said the one word. He agreed with Corr's assessment concerning not sending anyone down until the Jedi Air force had been dealt with, he just didnt say anything. He didn't need too. He did however wish Anders boys and Duke would hurry up with the damn food. He was starving. He rubbed his face with his hand and sucked in a breath, waiting for Corrs reply. He ran the same hand through his hair and looked around the fledgling campsite. It was gonna be a looooooong night. |
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Post by Corr on May 31, 2013 3:34:49 GMT -8
Sheva looked bored with the whole conversation, fiddling with the inputs on the comm unit as she continued to work through the static that was the result of the poor weather and orbital interference. The position of the Concordian fleet, out past the orbit of Yavin Station, was causing a lot of problems, the electromagnetic discharges, a linger aftereffect of the battle, making it difficult for any signal to find its way through. At meantion of the fallen Jedi both Mereel and Sheva glanced at the bloody bundle that Ashrah had dragged through the jungle, a grin spreading across Mereel's face.
"Jate dinui par te Jetii."
{A fitting gift for the Jedi.}
He spoke loud enough for his words to carry over the comm and resumed his seat on the dead Jedi, clapping the corpse on the shoulder enthusiastically.
Corr reached the top of the gantry and turned to walk along its length a little before stopping and leaning on the railing. He looked down at the X-Wing, the only other craft sharing the hangar with his Skipray Blastboat "Tra'Kad. Ashrah's single word, uttered noncommittally, caused an eyebrow to twitch and Mereel's assertion straight after made Corr nod his head thoughtfully.Balban. A'shapur par te Jetii...He paused as files relating to the dead Jedi scrolled down his view at his bequest.Ah yes. Dace Concordia, former Lord Iniquitous.He smiled slyly given the task he had set his agent, Maraak. The death of Inqiuitous at there hands could lend some weight towards the negotiations with the Dark Tide that he sought to instigate. Negotiations that Ashrah knew nothing about yet, given his touchy feelings towards Forcies. With that in mind Corr coached his next words carefully.With the death of what they consider a traitor perhaps we can manipulate the Dark Tide into some sort of service on our behalf...His words were thoughtful, rhetoric even. As if he were merely musing out loud...
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Post by Ashrah on May 31, 2013 11:59:25 GMT -8
He stiffened slightly at the mention of the Dark Side using forcie faction....Then relaxed. He was too tired to care really, and it made sense in the long run, even if the thought made him....twitchy...
::I assume you have a contingency plan to deal with them after they assist us? Loose ends cause nose bleeds.::
He figured Corr had something in place. The man was smarter than most, even if half of his bravado was a simple mask to the clever mind behind those all seeing eyes. The man was probably the greatest asset the Mandos had. Not that he would ever let Corr know that. Kad, could you IMAGINE the ego stroking that would go on? It would rival Dav to be sure.....
::What exactly do you have in mind?::
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Post by Corr on May 31, 2013 15:21:12 GMT -8
Corr grunted at Ashrah's words, pausing as if contemplating the situation for the first time. The plans he had set in motion were not dependent on Ashrah's approval, and he certainly wasn't going to heed any command to abstain from his chosen course of action, but it would certainly make things easier and the prospect of having the Sith do some of their dirty work for them would certainly appeal to the vengeful Mand'alor.
Why do all the work ourselves when we can manipulate others into shouldering certain burdens. If we want to stamp out the Jedi Knight we use the appropriate tools. One of them being the Mando'ade...
His grin carried through the comm waves with startling clarity.
Another being the Sith.
The comm fell quiet again as he watched as Alena returned to the X-Wing and resumed her position on the strike foil. The droids head swiveled to face her, beating out some kind of protest it seemed. Corr scowled. That droid had caused no end of trouble already and the big Mando had the sneaking suspicion he wasn't finished with the headaches that tin can provided.
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 31, 2013 18:49:49 GMT -8
Deep within the recesses of the Blueleaf Cluster Temple, GALSAF forces continued efforts to clear the many corridors and chambers within the ancient and massive structure. Once a haven of training for Praxeum students, the Temple had obviously been left vacant for some time. Perhaps not too long, by most people's standards, but Charlie Har'loy was a veteran of the former Yavin 4 Defense Force, and he'd spent plenty of time training on the moon's surface, with and without Jedi. Not long for the various flora and fauna of Yavin 4 meant a month or two, tops. The Master Sergent looked about, his helmet lamp lighting the way ahead of him. The central camp was being set up within the Temple's primary audience chamber, where the majority of the kliknik nests had been found. Something about a good mixture of sunlight and dank darkness just drew those creatures like nothing else.
Har'loy shook his head, hefting his rifle out ahead of him. Most of GALSAF's commandos used custom Verpine assault rifles, making the carrying of ammunition a pain the ass, but turning the tide in almost any modern day conflict. The galaxy was simply too inundated with energy-based weapons, most armor types were geared against them. Few people, Mandalorians being an exception, actually planned against projectile weaponry. This was one good reason why GALSAF used Verpine tech. It was the best of the best. Which GALSAF commandos deserve.
Charlie Har'loy, however, maintained his Verpine rifle, but usually opted to carrying his old DC-17m around on mission. It was a blaster weapon, true, but a good blaster weapon. That and the customizable nature of the weapon system allowed for such attachments as a Burner, which was proving most effective against these pesky kliknik nests.
The commando nudged his partner, Staff Sergent Grenly Wellbook. Right there, got it? Wellbook nodded, lifting his rifle and silently taking out a pair of the insects further down the hall. The Verpine was silent, for the most part, but Har'loy did love his Burner.
The torch-thrower roared, shooting a bluish-red jet of fire forth and consuming the bulky, seeping sac that served as the reproductive chambers for the beasts. Within moments the sac itself ruptured, leaking organic fluid and matter, and expelling a stench both commandos were glad they couldn't smell through their helmets. Har'loy dropped the weapon's sight and chuckled.
What's that now, thirty? Forty? Har'loy asked.
Wellbook shook his head. Does it matter? The thing's dead. That's all I care about...
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Post by Duke Australis on Jun 2, 2013 7:40:28 GMT -8
*Chugging down the Tihaar, giving back the bottle, Duke nodded at Sven, and went back to his job. Ander. Duke did not trust the man, but every one needed one chance. ONE.*
"Grilling needs to wait. These animals were not slaughtered, they were killed in combat. Food creatures are killed in a calm state, no cramped muscles, no adrenaline. These will be like chewinggum if we put em to the fire."
*He explained as he took off his beskargam. It was tainted with howlerblood, and he wasnt planning to clean it for a while. While he and Ander hung up the creatures so they could bleed out fully, and start on the "softening" process. This process most people dont know about. For a piece of meat to be tender, meat needs to start a rotting process, enzymes are to free up and start to work on dead tissue. The magic here is to know when to pull the meat from hanging, before it is starting to really rot.*
"But, there are parts that would spoil if we let them hang."
*That was about the part where he grabbed a large knife, and cut the first howler (the Alpha) from anus to seveared neck. He opened the creature and let its entrails hang, blood and mucus falling to the ground (the shotgun shots did some damadge.*
"We need to open them up and pull out the innards. Liver, heart, lungs, brain if you find any, kiddnes and the guts. Those go there, the rest we will burry so it wont attract animals. So, all usefull stuff goes here, the rest on the ground. We are making sausages."
*Duke showed where goes what, and then started working on the Alpha, showing the moves. When they were done separating they cleaned the guts untill they were white.
The Military issue Mandalorian Field kitchen. While non-canon, it is a laugh, and sue me if I intend to use it. The Military issue filed kitchen was the height of mandalorian engineering. Have you seen the Bes'uulik Starfighter? If the Bessies were the height of dogfight hardware, the Mandalorian Field kitchen was the master in its own field. It inclouded a sanitiser, workbench, spice mix, water cleaner, cooler unit, heater, cirlceblade, broiler, mincer, mixer, cement mixer, the "Tihaar Deluxe", a database of lokal animallife and fauna. No World was safe with one living mandalorian, and his military field issue kitchen on their soil.
With a few addons, the mixer could be rebuilt into a linked grinder-sausage maker. Soon, duke was producing spiced sausages made from delicions entrails from exotic animals, sanitised, clean, seasoned. Add in a mix of the field rations (tasteless and chewie things filled with nutrition), Duke had made delicios Bratwurst.
Military field kitchen. The Backbone of a nomad warring culture.
The meal was served and eaten in a hour, and duke himself stood beside the mand'alore, in armour, armed with his usual kit from Ashrahs ship. Ready for a fight. Sherer sided him, with a her sniper rifle and heavy blaster.*
"So... what now boss?"
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Post by Ashrah on Jun 3, 2013 11:15:40 GMT -8
He nodded to himself as Corr spoke. The idea made him cringe, but the man was right.
:: Do it. I will msg when we move into the temple. I have a present to drop off with the Jedi. ::
He pulled the com out and handed it back. He accepted food from Duke and ate hungrily. As soon as he had eaten, he felt much better. He stood, waved his remaining 3 boys with him and trudged off into the Jungle. He clamped his buy'ce back on his dome and spoke to Duke
:: I am going to drop off my gift. You are my voice while I am gone. I shouldn't be long. ::
He turned back towards the jungle and dragged his morbid prize behind him through the undergrowth.
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Duke Australis
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Affiliation: Ashrah Ithalbo and Clan Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on Jun 3, 2013 13:52:15 GMT -8
"Will do boss. Shall try to sound less manly then usual then."
*He laughed a bit and waved his leader and commander farwell. So... there he was, a whole camp to take care off. First off, he needed landingarea cleared. Realising that he, sherer, Ander and just some of the Vhett people were left, he had to get creative. He cant just tell them to start chopping wood... and he cant let anyone loose with a flamethrower. That would be like "Hey, Republic! Sergical strike here!". He did have an idea though...*
"Ok boys and gals, we have to clear this jungle, get landing pad up. I have some tools that might help on the Mand'alores ship. Need some strong hands to get them."
*If Ashrah actually new how much explosives were hoarded in the cargobay of his ship, his armour would instantly rust. He only needed two more buckets (heads) to help, so he left the others to watch after the camp. Getting the click or two to Ashrahs ship was not hard, he had gotten his stuff from there before, and the path was well hacked out by now.
Returning, him and his helpers were bringing one box with detonators, and two rolls of what looked like hose. Blasting wire was an elastic hose filled with explosives. You can either link larger bombs to it, and use only one detonator to blow a series of bombs, or blow weaker things up with the blastng wire itself. Duke was going with this last part. He got them all to start linking trees together with the wire, twirling the yellow hose around the threes three times before going on to the nest, thicker ones would get five times.
When they were done with an area bigenough to house a smaller transport ship duke hooked up the detonator, and gave it to Sherer.*
"Cyar'ika, you saved the camp from bloodshed today. Its all yours."
*He knew that she was smiling under her visor. He knew that she knew how much blowing stuff up meant to his simple mind, and she took the gift with warmth.*
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!
FIRE IN THE HOLE!
FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
*The woman detonated, and the woods in front of them were lit up by a wide silvery flash, the sound of splitting wood and hundreds of birds fleeing to the sky. The trees fell, and where there was jungle a moment ago, there now was fallen trees in piles over one anather. But it was most defenetley ready to be trampled down by a hundred tons of warmachine. Duke turned to Mereel.*
"Call your man. Tell him he can start landing small ships. Tell him we need hands to work and to be sent on patroll, also, supplies to house and feed them."
*Turning away, he pressed a couple buttons on his wrist computer. He got a line to Anders men in the temple.*
::Duke to Anders Boys, Anders Boys Come in! Whats the situation in there? Found any intresting?::
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Corr
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You can lead a fool to knowledge but you can't make him think.
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Post by Corr on Jun 3, 2013 14:10:19 GMT -8
Corr's voice continued to growl in Ashrah's ear via the comm unit built into the man's buy'ce, continuing to stick his massive chin into the business of others. While not reprimanding, and certainly not giving two fucks about Ashrah's well being, it was still laced with admonishment. Only Corr Vhett can be both edges of a verbal sword after all.
Yeah that's a good idea. Waltz up to the Jedi Temple on your lonesome and drop off your Jedi trophy. That shows responsibility to the vode... Getting yourself diced on a whim.
His voice was light and jovial even with the steel that made the statement a valid point though he sought to drive the concerns home without it being broadcast to all and sundry.
Sheva?
The Mandalorian woman stirred from where she crouched watching Ashrah head off into the jungle with one eyebrow arched. She still held the comm unit in her hands, continually adjusting the gain to better negotiate the signal through the heavy interference.
=Sheve=
:: Aliit'or? ::
He voice left no doubt that these were orders he would not tolerate mistakes on.
Isolate the channel and go with him, no matter what he says.
She sprang to her feet and ducked under the strap to the unit looping the device over her shoulder, holding onto the comms controls with one hand while she scooped her blaster up with the other.
=Sheve=
:: Suvarire! ::
She headed off after Ashrah, easily catching up to him due to his burden. She knew better than to offer to assist him and was content to blend into the background like the silent, black-clad warriors that accompanied them. The comm channel made a slight tone as it became a secure line and Corr's voice continued in Ashrah's ear.
You shouldn't put yourself at risk, Ashrah. This whole campaign hinges on your leadership. The Jedi will be sure to target you as a way to end this war quickly and should you fall the whole thing could fall apart. I advise against this endeavor in the strongest possible terms. Why not wait for an assault in force to present your "prize" to the Jetii?
What was this? Corr Vhett being reasonable? His calm tones, such a contrast to those uttered earlier, held a note of very real caution and reservations, a steady advisory seasoned with a hint of logic. Of course he didn't expect Ashrah to agree hence the sending off Sheva along, but perhaps he could forestall the voraciously aggressive Ashrah from doing something even more reckless.
Back at the camp...
Sven and Darian returned from their patrol in time to see Sheva hurry after Ashrah. They had heard the comm message and shrugged noncommittally, grabbing themselves some food and plonking themselves down around the campfire. Pulling their helmets off in tandem Sven tucked right into his Howler while Darian stared at the meal with a look of suspicion before turning a look of horror on Sven. appeal in the Anzat's eyes.
=Darian=
"Really?"
Anzati taste buds are far more advanced than most of the sentient species in the galaxy and you do NOT want to know what he's craving at the moment...
=Darian=
"No soup?"
Mereel scowled at him from where he was eating his own Howler concoction that was actually rather tasty, if a little tough. Speaking around a mouthful, he questioned the two returning soldiers as to the situation out in the jungle. Darian replied in a bored and diffident voice as Sven continued to devour his meal.
=Darian=
"We ventured out for a bout a click to the south then circled around to the west. Some blaster fire a ways off and some chattering's on the comm. It appears that these tree's interfere with our signals, a bit similar to Myrkr..."
He paused suddenly and looked to Duke as the crazy cook came back from blowing stuff up.
=Darian=
"Hey Duke! You spent quite a bit of time on Myrkr right? Didn't your Clan sort out some kind of signal boost to counter the high metal content and force signals through?"
The Vhett commander nodded thoughtfully at Darian's question to Duke. Perhaps they could use the same technique her as Clan Australis used on Myrkr. If the technique worked that is. He had no information on such things and answered Dukes own question with a rueful shake of the head.
=Mereel=
"Corr wont send anything down the well until we've located the Jedi fighter squads..."
He glanced at Darian then back at Duke.
=Mereel=
"We're you ever able to get comm signals through the forests of Myrkr?"
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Duke Australis
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Affiliation: Ashrah Ithalbo and Clan Australis
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Post by Duke Australis on Jun 3, 2013 15:21:42 GMT -8
"Yeah, we have figured it out. It also died with the engineers when my clan was murdered."
*His "I just blew something up" happy tone turned to cold "I will kill anyone who dents my Beskargam". He thought on it for a moment, setting an indexfinger up for them to wait. Looking around, seeing as Sherer was helping out with moving some of the trees, he felt confident in sounding his thoughts.*
"I did lay with one once. A chatty little thing, good with numbers. What we need is hardware calibrated for humidity, planet magnetism and a bunch of things. I kinda didnt listen a lot to that, was occupied with other parts of her..."
*He got a bad feeling, and with a quick double blink of his eye he got up the 360 vision. Sherer was standing behind him.*
"Intelect. What I am saying is that wihtout the hardware and someone to calibrate it for this world, we are without comms. And with no ships landing, we are not getting any of what we need."
*Then, he got one of his bright ideas...*
"But, there is allready someone on this planet that HAS the hardware..."
*The jedi...*
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Ashrah
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Post by Ashrah on Jun 4, 2013 7:07:37 GMT -8
It's nice to know that I finally have a real mother. Your concern is touching. The whole point of not taking an entire squad is to show these mewling fleshbags that one or two vode are stronger than anything they can throw at us.
He grunted. This dead Jedi was heavy. It mattered not. He wasnt about to get himself shot yet. There was still plenty of things to be accomplished. He glanced at Sheva without turning his head
You think you can keep up? Good. I foresee a bit of an issue when we drop off Lord Meatchop over here....
He chucked a thumb over his shoulder at Concordia. He took a quick look around. The main Praxeum was closer than they thought, but far enough away that the trudge through the jungle would take awhile. It was still mostly dark out, light peaking over the horizon. Had they really been here that long already? Jesus he was tired. The stim patch on his neck was doing its job though. He would sleep when he was done or dead. Which ever came first. Most people thought him crazy for this endeavor. Duke knew what the deal was. The big cook felt the same as Ashrah. THe only difference was that Ashrah had the entirety of the ME to exact horrible revenge on the Forcies. He didnt care which faction had murdered his family. Women and Children too. They would all pay. Any other Mandalorian would do the same......
Come on Corr. Have a little faith in me man. You may not like me, and I know you know the excuse I gave at the 'baat was flimsy at best. You think anyone else truly thinks it was Jedi that wiped out my Clan? Kaine may have been a traitorous bastard, and Malices ascension to the Helm may have caused me to go a little far afield for awhile, but even you have to admit that the Force users outside of the Clans are a cancer on the Universe. How many of our own did we lose on wars that werent ours? This little gift of mine is a message. One I think they will get loud and clear.
He paused for a moment, looking out into the jungle...
What would you have done if they had targeted your Clan?
A simple question. Asked quietly and tinged with more emotion that he ever let any one see.
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on Jun 6, 2013 18:45:46 GMT -8
Ander thoroughly enjoyed helping Duke prepare the Howler for eating. The beast was large, heavy, and filled to the jaws with blood, which took a quarter of an hour to drain once the carcass had been strung up and slit open. They quartered and prepped the flesh and began tossing pieces on the grill. All the while Duke drank and roared on and on about the mobile cooking unit and its divine nature. The whole while Ander smirked and listened to the man. He talked about anything and everything, jumping from one subject to another on a whim. Women were a subject of constant admiration for Australis; he spent half an hour telling Ander the genitalia of which species' females he enjoyed the most.
After the food had been prepared and served, Ander took up a seat and a brew and let himself relax for the first time in a while. His service with the Jedi had been filled with little more than lessons of discipline and control, even under Skywalker's relatively ad hoc teaching strategy. Ander enjoyed the relaxation, even in a warzone. Discipline had its place, but so did comradery. And comradery couldn't survive steeped in discipline.
Within the Temple of the Blueleaf Cluster
Duke to Anders boys, Anders boys...Come in! Whats the situation in there? Found anything interesting?
Third Platoon's Gunnery Sergent , a Hapan named Bowie Marsh, answered the call. Everything's fine in here, Australis. Just clearing out a pesky kliknik infestation. The buggers are everywhere, their main nest is holed up in the audience chamber. We've got burners on it, taking care of the problem. The rest of you can move in whenever you're ready.
Marsh switch his helmet comms from the open line to the secure frequency for 3rd Platoon.
Listen up. The audience chamber is almost ready for move in, let's verify our transmitters are configured before the rest of our forces head in. Farkus, get with whoever is running the Mando comm systems and make sure we're on the same page. Eddy, get everyone together once the clearing work is done and set up guard rotations. First squad has first watch, second has second, and so on.
Marsh waited for confirmation, then pulled the helmet from his head. He rested his rifle against the stone wall beside him and took a seat on the cold, damp floor. Marsh had left a comfy job with a Hapan security corporation after Ander Tagira had begun recruiting on a grand scale over three years before. He'd never been to Yavin 4 before now, though he knew the Tagira had run the Jedi sect they were now hell bent on breaking. The Commander was one confused SOB, that was for sure...
The Gunnery Sergent shook his head. He knew a handful of his own commandos had served with the Yavin 4 Defense Force back when Tagira ran the joint, they had mostly good things to say. But the bad things...they were bad. Mismanagement, diplomatic meetings turned into military conflicts, etcetera. Tagira wasn't a fan of authority, which was likely where GALSAF policies regarding the rejection of established government authority was born. But everything Marsh heard, and everything he saw, only solidified his decision to stick with the paramilitary group. Two-thousand commandos, all traipsing around to take on the galaxy's assholes? Sounded like fun when he enlisted, and it had been fun so far. Contruum had been their most recent engagement, and the first major conflict GALSAF had faced. They'd lost nearly a fourth of their strength in that fight, with commando casualties numbering nearly four hundred, not to mention the support personnel that had died during the fight.
It had been a good fight, that was without doubt, the entire planet was free of Lord Nexus' evil as a result, and Lady Tanith had certainly been grateful for the help. But Contruum was long over, and now they had a bigger fish to fry. But Jedi? It didn't make a whole mess of sense on its own, though after hearing Tagira's words during initial the operation order, the logic behind it came together some. Force users weren't a scourge, but the organizations that fostered them went at each others' throats while the rest of the galaxy paid for it. As far as they had been briefed, the mission was to break the Jedi defense force here in the Yavin system, and secure their Force users for internment. Round them up and lock them away. That made sense.
As long as they weren't able to organize ever again.
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
