Kraval Ordo
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Jun 29, 2013 12:17:38 GMT -8
The fighting had ended and bodies of Vhett soldiers laid throughout the depot. Kraval had wondered off to another area of the depot where he was in the middle of with a Zabrak mando; wearing a gladiator version of beskar'gram, armed with modified Mythosaur axe made out of beskar. It was a marvelous looking weapon used by the ancient Crusaders of Mandalore and something in Kraval made him want that weapon. The two went back and fourth pitting axe against sword neither combatant giving the other the upper hand. Kraval was relying on his cybernetic implants to give him the extra endurance and stamina but the pure unadulterated strength and rage of a Zabrak gave the brute the advantage. The fight lasted for a good 30mins until Kraval receive a hard blow to his rib cage that gave him trouble breathing and made Kraval loose his beskad. The Zabrak warrior went in for the killing blow; aiming for Kraval's head, until Kraval rolled out the way at the last sec. He manage to get to his feet and grab his survival knife. He charged the brute slashing at the exposed areas of his beskar'gram violently like a man possess. The brute was bleeding profusely down his legs and arms but wouldn't give up. Kraval fired a magnetic fibercord that ttached to the brute armor and sent 10,000 volts surging thru the Zabrak's body until he first drop his axe and then fell to a knee. Kraval; breathing heavily, walks over and grabs the axe. He looks over the weapon in amazement then proceeds to chop the Zabrak's head clean off its shoulders with the axe now being stuck in the ground. Kraval looks over the the lifeless body and then goes to retrieve his beskad. Once he returns his beskad to his hip, He goes to retrieve the axe and holds it with one hand over his shoulder behind his head. He walks off; blood dripping off the axe; heading back to where Dred and Major were located at. 10 mins later, Kraval met up with Dred and Major along with an unknown female that Major is somewhat scared shitless to be seeing at this time. Kraval walks closer to Dred and nudges in on his side
Hey, whose the other chick Major looking at and why does she slightly resembles Major but is more better looking than Major?
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jul 5, 2013 17:42:01 GMT -8
*Major is visibly shaken. Dred understands the body language, but most of all he knows why. Exchequer was a man who dealt equally in vice and information. While Dred didn't know whom the young woman was, he what she was. Dred feels a slight nudge on the blaster burn at his hip. He turns to Kraval.*
"Seems we've stumbled upon a reunion of sorts Ner'tat. One Demagolka was sure would never happen. Let's leave these two to themselves. I'm sure there are toys that these dar'manda left around. Besides the beskar. What say we look else where?"
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Kya Xemo
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Post by Kya Xemo on Jul 6, 2013 14:39:15 GMT -8
How did Kya survive? A question that Kya disliked answering to her very core. Her mother was the one who saved her at the cost of her own life and others. She was hidden when the attack began and moved quickly from place to place until she was finally smuggled away to Contruum where she was left alone to join her former master, Mortious and for a brief time trained with the Jensaarai. At least that is the short version of it. She was so confused the night of the attack she didn't even know what was going on or who was attacking, she didn't find out until later that it was Riplian's doing. All of their people slain overnight and for what? Kya had always wanted to know the answer to that question but had never had the chance to ask.
"Survive? You think I survived that attack? You took everything from me and why? Because some kids picked on you? We all didn't. I didn't."
It was true, Kya was one of the few children that didn't haze Riplian day in and day out. And still she was targeted in the vicious attack on their people.
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jul 7, 2013 12:14:38 GMT -8
It was polite of the mandos to know when to make an escape. They were truly war dogs, expert in the craft. Here in this prison, however, something quite charged was about to come to its explosive conclusion. Blasters and death they understood; emotions and soul crushing was something altogether different.
Kya's points, though concise to an almost scientific point carried with them each a massive burden, and this significance struck out which each brief sentence the trapped Fallanassi spouted out. At each pause, at each punctuation mark, the Major recoiled while shaking her head left and right as if each snippet carried a full forced punch across her face. The free white gloved hand raises as if physical defense was needed and everything in that freckled face screams in protest.
How do you explain this to a child? How do you make them see that everything you knew from your home and past was nothing but a giant oppressor stomping down upon your face? Truth was spoken: Kya was indeed just a baby and little child when they last spoke. There was no personal wrong done by her, but her mother was a different story. She was a snob like the rest, looking down upon Riplian like she was a walking abortion. How do you kill a child's mother, their caretaker, source of comfort, god, and spare the little soul? You didn't. It was too much work; too much lying. So yes, though a young teenager at the time, the Major had given her unit the place, the targets, and the means to detect them. Yes, she had watched from a sniper's perch as jackboots stepped in the ashes of Kya's dead family and friends. Yes, the self styled "last fallanassi" watched with great elation, because each of the White Current adapts killed bought her closer to her vision. How do you explain to someone that they were a failure at all things, truly nothing more than shadows and meager dust -the lowest of the low, lower than the nadir itself- desperate for a way to be magnificent, wanted, precious? That was the rationale behind the genocide: kill all others, and you automatically become special simply due to singularity.
But when you look at your failure, when you see a victim of your madness you realize the truth. You hear it in their angry words.The illusionist had cast an illusion upon herself: the Major had tried to justify the horrendous acts because there was no one to protest them until now. In all this fearful musing she realized another detail however minor it may seem. It must be painful in the containment field. Even on their lowest settings the occupant would feel great discomfort.
The free Fallanassi awkwardly stumbles unto the control console which beeped every few seconds to mark that everything was working properly. It is here a choice lays, and you could see the scarlet faced major eying the options.
"Oh, White Current, what is this lie I've fabricated? Having lived life by your most basic of mantras,'There is no good or evil, only desire,' one would expect to be guiltless. This wretched life, every step taken, was based upon that burn felt since little -when the elders looked upon me with a sneer. Every slight, every offense, every push or shove have I seared into my brain. Against every last one revenge was taken, and how empowering it felt then! But now, I look at her face, this little girl who knew nothing of it -who cared nothing of it, and I remember how everyone was happy when she was born! I remember the party, gifts, and the pleasant smells. I can see their faces overjoyed with a new life. I see this girl, just a baby, giggling with wonder or crying for a bottle, and now look at her! "
Her hand pauses over the control that would overload the field and kill Kya if she didn't have some remarkable trick hidden up a sleeve.
"A press and she's gone. A press and I'm a prize once more. A press. . . but what if there are more? She was just a child, and she managed to give my men the slip. Perhaps the Current knows something that cannot be seen behind these farsighted glasses. I look upon her livid face and tremble, shaking because of memories of her happy youth. I feel something dying, I feel as if soon I'll be dead. My bullets have done far too much harm -no more, no more- let the whole mess end with dread. As a hunter I've failed in every respect; for if a child bests you, what more could one expect? I'll cosign to wrath, and see what the Current has in store."
Riplian slams down on the release button with a tightly balled fist, killing the field and setting Kya free. The effort, however, seems to drain the Macabre Scientist, Liar, Traitor, of her reserves. The woman takes two wobbly steps back from the console and crashes unto her knees, saving herself from falling completely over unto her face by catching herself by the long rifled-musket she always carried. It produces a loud "TWOK" as the wooden stock hits the floor. From this kneeling position she quietly heaves. In all this mess, whether life or death awaited in the midst of a thought hurricane, she could admit and be honest on one thing:
". . .Hyck. . . Hyck. . . Hyck. . . I cannot explain vwhy, but I am so gladt zyou're alive. . . Tyssswick.... Hyck..."
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Dred Vizsla
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jul 7, 2013 17:25:37 GMT -8
*Dred and Kraval are about to leave when he notices that the other woman spoke of something from Majors past he watches her cover her face as if something intangible was fighting her. Dred wasn't overly concerned but it captivated his attention nonetheless. He could only watch like a bantha caught in the headlights. Like a massive explosion had gone off in front of a child uninitiated to battle. It was true Mandalorians knew battle, but they were not naive nor were they strangers to internal struggle. Major was clearly struggling with something long thought reconciled and thus justified at some level. Monster or not, Dred wouldn't let Major kill an unarmed prisoner. Even if the woman possessed the same talents as Major, she deserved to face her on an field to fight on some type of level environment. It was an unusual set of ethics Dred possessed. A code of honor. He walks slightly towards Major as she stumbles over to the console that could release the woman or kill her. As Major struggles to decide whether or not to kill the woman he gets even closer. Just as she steps back twice, Major falls to her knees almost, but Dred catches her around her waist with his left arm while at the same time pulling out a ripper with his right arm and pointing it at the woman. Dred then motions with his head to Kraval to slap on his force resistant cuffs that he knew Kraval had on the woman.*
"I don't who you are Jetii, but I know what you are and this isn't a chance meeting. Seems you and Demagolka have some issues to work out. I also know that you Di'kut Jetiise don't turn away from someone who asks for help. So for the time being you are hereby formally press ganged into the services of the BloodRage Pirates. Welcome to the crew."
*The welcome was dry and uninviting despite the words spoken. Dred sets Major down once she has gotten a better grip on adjusting herself.*
"Kraval, watch them as I look for something to transport all of us. We need to get them both back to the ship, and quickly. Whatever passes for the law around here will take notice of the absence of reporting back from here. Reinforcements are on their way if they aren't here already."
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jul 22, 2013 14:44:09 GMT -8
A series of awkward moments cloaked in silence pass. Eventually the Fallanassi dressed in funeral attire finds herself a new spine; it is an invigoration of the mind, steeling against all foes and all weaknesses.
Though the stress was great, the guilt clear; it could not be helped. The genocide of the followers of the White Current was over. That mission had been completed, the remainders were quelled, and it would be take more than a life time to rebuild even a family of the mistresses of illusion. Riplian had another mission now, a more lofty goal, and part of it was working with these pirates and learning from them. In this way, the Major would expand upon her powers, spread her tendrils of control, and further gain leverage against that giant bully called Fate. What had happened to Kya was monstrous, but ultimately, irrelevant. Every second wasted here was another chance for a variable to ruin this latest social test.
The dark Fallanassi waves her hands in protest at the sign of restraints.
"Nein, nein! Do not restrict or obshtruct her. She has sufferedt enough. Verily, I tell zyou: to take ein Fallanassi's life ist no special cause, but trap -remove her freedom- unt it ist ein unforgivable offense. Desire ist all there ist, Mando. Let her choose ein path, unt let it be her own."
The young woman takes a moment to push her low slung glasses higher upon the bridge of her black freckled nose.Irony. Two weeks into the future she would be calling this Mandopig by a fitting title: untersturmführer.
"I'm leaving, Mando. I haf ein feelingk dat der objective ist in danger. vWe must move vwith haste."
And then the Major begins to march off to the exit.
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Kya Xemo
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Post by Kya Xemo on Jul 22, 2013 18:07:23 GMT -8
It was fully expected by the captive Fallanassi to be killed with the push of a button by the destroyer of her, or rather their people, but she was not frightened, in fact she was prepared to join the rest of their people in the warm embrace of the White Current. She took one last breath before closing her eyes and bracing herself for the intense pain of the powered up field. But it never came, in fact it was quite the opposite, instead she fell to the platform and quickly to the ground where she landed on her hands and knees. Her eyes opened to see only the ground which she stared at in complete disbelief that she had been spared when so many others were not. But why was she spared?
Had this--monster changed? Has she somehow grown a conscience? Was she trying to repent for all of her past evils? Or was there something more sinister planned for her? No matter what the reason for her mercy it intrigued Kya and made her wonder if there was hope to redeem her renegade sister. She would need to find answers to her questions, but before she had a chance to speak she looked up to see the Mandalorian with weapon drawn and aimed at her.
"Make no mistake, Mandalorian, I am no Jedi. I am Fallanassi."
She was slightly insulted and contemplated tossing an insult to him in return but deemed it beneath her and refrained. However the Mandalorian's words were irrelevant, it was Riplian that she was interested in, her actions and words were not of the monster that she had remembered, but rather more like one of their own. Kya ignored the Mandalorians cuffs and words and instead made her choice by following her former sister as she walked away. She had so many questions to ask but now was not the time.
"Thank you."
A certain sincerity was in her voice as she spoke quietly to her fellow, albeit estranged, Fallanassi. The tone in her thank you was indicative that she had more to say, and the tone of her voice revealed that she did not yet trust her savior so to speak.
"So what am I to call you, if not by your name?"
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jul 23, 2013 11:47:50 GMT -8
*Semantics. Protests every force user makes. Propaganda about how different their religious ideologies differ from all other force users. Every time it's talked about it's a tremendous amount of time wasted. Dred can only smile as he realizes he touches a nerve about lumping them all into one category. Major does what Major does best and finds the ability to stand once again. But the opportunity cannot be passed by Dred as the young jedi takes off behind Major.*
"Semantics. Jedi, Sith, Fallanassi, Jenesaarai, Imperial Knights, Dark Jedi, or Gray Jedi, it's multiple words for one thing. Hut'uun force users. Religious ideologies of propaganda spewed forth every time with one universal truth about them all. Not a Damned one of you would make it as a true warrior without it. Well, Demagolka would be the exception but the rest? Doubtful. So spare me the Zen Mantra. As much as I despise those who use the force, I understand that they have their usefulness. If they didn't, we'd be having this conversation in Mando'a. Fact."
*As much as Dred likes to antagonize, he knows the young jedi will never except the truth. Dred looks at Major and Kraval and makes sure they are listening.*
"Demagolka and Kraval, I know their names as my siblings. They are Aliit Vizsla. And that don't include you unless I conjure it does."
*There it was. The Mandalorian adoption vow. Kraval and Major were Clan Vizsla. Even if they don't agree, Dred has made his vow to treat them as such until his death. Something not undertaken lightly. Just after Major says that trouble is on it's way, Arkan sends a message saying that he had some trouble in town. Dred looks at Major.*
"I hate it when you're right Demagolka. Alor'ad Arkan needs a pickup."
*Looking around, Dred finds a bay with a WLO-5 Speeder tank link*
"This will do nicely. Kraval, load up the beskar. Everyone get in, we're going to have some fun."
*Dred fires up the systems and waits for everyone to load up. Once done he fires the forward cannons and accelerates through the blast opening.*
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Kraval Ordo
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Jul 23, 2013 16:58:18 GMT -8
Kraval stood motionless and attentive as Dred gave his perspective on how he feels on the situation with force users especially with the new addition of a second Fallanassi survivor besides Major. Kraval never had a problem with working with force users....he just went by one motto, if you betray him...prepare to become one with the afterlife. Kraval shifted the weight of his newly acquired modified Mythosaur axe across his shoulder upon hearing what Dred had said next."Aliit Vizsla.........Kyr'tsad", Kraval thought to himself as Dred mention that he and Major were consider part of his Aliit. You couldn't tell with Kraval always being in full beskar'gram; since he never takes the armor off unless he feels safe, but Kraval had a slight disgust look upon his face. Reason being, Kraval vowed to never become apart of any Mandalorian group whether military/clan based. Kraval was his own solider and cared little for the clan only for himself and maybe who his current employers were. Kraval won't consider himself a Kyr'tsad but will remain an ally to them when needing an extra gun.
Once all the talking was done, Kraval made his way into the hanger and proceed to load up the WLO-5 speeder tank with enough beskar for future projects that only Mandalorians know how to do. Once the tank was loaded up; along with a few extra hand-held weapons and tech that was left over, Kraval hoped onto the outer hull of the speeder tank and sat next to the mounted heavy laser cannon just as the tank began to move out from the hanger after the doors were blasted off.
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jul 23, 2013 18:08:32 GMT -8
Curiouser and curiouser. Demagolka. That wasn't a bad non-name of sorts to spread among the Mandos. At first she just took it as an insult, but now, after this metaphorical adoption, it was starting to catch. And if the Major was expected to work with these men, then it would be best to establish a reputation worthy of loyalty. Her own battles with the Beskar toting race had proven that they were far too dangerous to be shunned. But what if some of them could be turned into her sway, be it through loyalty or alliance?
It was too good an offer to simply refuse -something crushingly useful.
And such was how the Major's mind worked. She was simply not just Fallanassi, nor defined by the teachings of the White Current. Religions did not define her, family did not make her, morality wasn't even a concept she considered real. Instead, this Fallanassi was a survivor, a fighter, and a taker. It was in this manner that her talents and powers had grown into meticulous arrows that spread the expanse of the galaxy, earning the loyalty of the brave and the mad, turning them into her sway and her way of thinking.
The cogs were slowly beginning to turn.
"Kya, names hafe never meant much to me. It ist all fvanity unt ein illusion.
Zyou know vhat I am: call me vwhat zyou see fit. I'll take it gladtly."
It might have been important to note that the Major had not responded directly to Dred's speech. Hopefully she would not need to; hopefully action would suffice as a response. In this case, the ridiculously tall woman mantles the side of the tank once they reach it and chooses to sit on the hull, grabbing unto a hand hold to her right for stability.
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Kya Xemo
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Post by Kya Xemo on Jul 24, 2013 7:41:28 GMT -8
The Mandalorian's rant fell on deaf ears, or rather fleeting ones, he had been tuned out as she caught up with Riplian though Kya expected it was the same ignorant bigotry that she had heard from his kind before. She had no time or patience for such discussions, those outsiders rarely understood what it meant to be Fallanassi, to feel the warm embrace of the White current, and how could they? Most of them were dead to it, so rather than take offense or try to explain what they couldn't possibly understand, Kya simply let them be and remained unaffected by their nonsense.
Instead her focus was on Riplian's response to her question as it was somewhat contradictory to her reaction to hearing her given name. If she did not care what she was called, why did she seem so react so defensively when Kya addressed her the only way she has ever known to? It was something that Kya would have to investigate further, though she suspected it had to do with the meaning of her name. Whatever it was it was something that could be discussed later when there was more time, Kya simply nodded in response and walked along slightly behind and to the right of Riplian.
And now she had a choice to make, stay here with Jace Stealer and continue aiding him or leave with Riplian, the only other Fallanassi she has seen in years and coincidentally the reason for the scarcity of their people. And it would be a split second decision to make since there were reinforcements on the way. Jace was an ally and friend both now and in the past and she would be leaving him in a possible time of need. And her Fallanassi sister was the last link to her people that she may ever find and the only one that could answer her questions, questions that have been unanswered since she was just a girl.
She knew that her decision had been made when Riplian freed her instead of killing her and she knew that Jace would understand. After all, the Fallanassi believed that everyone should serve only their own desires. But now there were reinforcements to deal with and time was needed. She climbed aboard the tank beside Riplian and began to sense the ripples in the White Current."There are approximately one-hundred and fifty soldiers approaching."And with that she began to conjure an illusion that would draw their fire completely away from their vehicle. She would begin by creating what would appear to be a sizable force, though smaller than what was coming for them by about a third. Next she would incorporate blaster fire and of course an objective or two worth capturing or killing, none other than Jace Stealer and herself. And she would then use immersion to conceal the tank and those on it to complete the illusion. And as the first blasters came in she began to start eliminating her creations while ensuring that they would last long enough for a proper escape.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jul 26, 2013 10:05:29 GMT -8
*Just as Dred expected. They were here. Then suddenly it became less and less. One of the Jeti'ika'a or Major's Illusions. Precisely why he abhorred those who used the force, it was too easy. Effortless. Dred punches the throttle and accelerates at a high speed. Which on the WLO-5 tank was decent enough to make those standing grab on to something quickly. Even though Kya had an illusion, Dred fired the forward cannons again to create more space in the open. Rock and debris scatter everywhere as he aims to punch a hole right through the middle of the oncoming reinforcements. Completely unnecessary but Dred never backed away from a fight. Not even ones he started without provocation. Without much knowledge of the tank he pilots the vessel with ease. Like he was born to captain this vessel.*
"They aren't much to worry about now."
*Dred yells above the high winds.*
"We can handle any challenges Jeti'ika."
*After punching a hole in the force that arrived, Dred pilots the hover tank towards Algarine to give Arkan a Ride back to the ship.*
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Post by Dees on Jul 31, 2018 17:47:05 GMT -8
A stranger driving a 1968 Buick Electra 225 crosses the surface, heading toward Algarine at a leisurely 54 miles per hour.
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