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Post by Spectre on Aug 24, 2014 7:45:33 GMT -8
Liam truly loved these people. They took no grief from anyone, not even their own, and no man was exalted beyond what he had earned. He'd known that he would need to prove himself more than just another aruetii to them. The condescending tone made the other's feelings toward him clear.Liam stepped forward and puffed out his chest. My name is Liam Blood. I want in. The hard way. He widened his smile, till he was grinning at Spectre.Meanwhile, other vode had overheard the conversation, drawn by Spectre's tone, and several heads had turned to regard the exchange. Liam noticed, but his attention remained fixed on the Mandalorian before him. He could think of several clever remarks, even a few Mando insults to hurl back, but that would prove little. He knew he didn't speak Mando'a, so did these others. Pretending otherwise was stupid, and not really honorable. What he knew, but these others probably would not, was despite the fact he was an aruetii, with no beskar'gam of his own, he was a capable fighter. That left only one option to him. Liam was careful to keep his hands off his weapons. If the other wanted to escalate this further, Liam would leave that decision to him. He had no desire to kill a man whom he would call vod.How many times do I need to put you on your shebs? Liam relaxed his leg muscles and threw a left handed straight punch at the bridge of Spectre's nose. The area around erupted with cheers and shouts of "OYA!" as the others broke off their conversations and quickly formed a ring, a battle circle, around Liam and Spectre, giving them plenty of room. Liam held no particular malice towards his erstwhile opponent, and though he wasn't sure he would win this fight, he would prove to them he was made of sterner stuff than your average spacer. If the man wanted to take him down, Liam was going to make him work for it. He would start off by proving that he was prepared to take on an armored Mando hand-to-hand with a disadvantage, and win or lose, they should respect him. |
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Post by Liam Blood on Aug 24, 2014 18:19:28 GMT -8
Punching the top of someone's skull was a painful experience, one to be avoided if at all possible. After all, one might break one's hand! That being said, most schools of martial arts eschewed using one's head as a weapon. It cost you vision, and left you vulnerable. Not to mention the risk of permanent brain damage due to repeated concussive impacts over time.
Liam's left hand erupted in pain as his knuckles impacted hard bony skull. He didn't hear a snap, which was good, but his hand hurt like buggery.
Still, it had been a half-assed attack, and with his off hand. Liam had expected it to be countered in some way, and hoped it wouldn't be with a throw, which luckily for him it wasn't. That would have wrecked his follow up. The way open, Liam smoothly continued his original tactic. Feint with the weaker left hand, force your opponent to commit to a counter, then hit with the real attack. With Spectre's head leaned into Liam's left fist, he would struggle to see the attack before it was too late.
As Spectre came up to grab his left hand, Liam pulled in his right arm and put his weight and momentum into his right elbow which he swung at the lower left side of Spectre's jaw.
With Liam moving forward, and Spectre's lead lowered, and close in as the two fighters were, Liam knew the followup cost him any chance to counter, but with his opponent reacting to the first strike would leave little time to react to this second, nearer, more dangerous blow. Talking served no purpose here. It would only make him appear a braggart. Instead Liam's full attention remained on the fight, ignoring the watching Mandos, the wind, the sun, the surroundings. This was his first foray into Mandalorian diplomacy, and he was an avid and conscientious student.
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Post by Spectre on Sept 4, 2014 16:14:19 GMT -8
Punching the top of someone's skull was a painful experience, one to be avoided if at all possible. After all, one might break one's hand! That being said, most schools of martial arts eschewed using one's head as a weapon. It cost you vision, and left you vulnerable. Not to mention the risk of permanent brain damage due to repeated concussive impacts over time.Liam's left hand erupted in pain as his knuckles impacted hard bony skull. He didn't hear a snap, which was good, but his hand hurt like buggery.Still, it had been a half-assed attack, and with his off hand. Liam had expected it to be countered in some way, and hoped it wouldn't be with a throw, which luckily for him it wasn't. That would have wrecked his follow up. The way open, Liam smoothly continued his original tactic. Feint with the weaker left hand, force your opponent to commit to a counter, then hit with the real attack. With Spectre's head leaned into Liam's left fist, he would struggle to see the attack before it was too late.As Spectre came up to grab his left hand, Liam pulled in his right arm and put his weight and momentum into his right elbow which he swung at the lower left side of Spectre's jaw.With Liam moving forward, and Spectre's lead lowered, and close in as the two fighters were, Liam knew the followup cost him any chance to counter, but with his opponent reacting to the first strike would leave little time to react to this second, nearer, more dangerous blow. Talking served no purpose here. It would only make him appear a braggart. Instead Liam's full attention remained on the fight, ignoring the watching Mandos, the wind, the sun, the surroundings. This was his first foray into Mandalorian diplomacy, and he was an avid and conscientious student. |
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Post by Mandliss on Mar 30, 2015 18:19:23 GMT -8
It was almost done. The Taung had almost take over the planet. They had found the sore of the iron, and this planet would soon be only in the hands of the Taung. Mandliss' father had lead the people to this ultimate victory. On top of that, as much as his fellow Taugn wanted to deny it, Mandliss had done his own part to make that victory possible. By himself more often than not he had slaughtered the enemy by the hundreds. They hated the success the scarless blue eyed freak son of the leader had. Mandliss didn't care anymore. Their desire to see him fail drove him to succeed. It was this that led him to this mission to the planet's southern pole. Armed with his Beskar shield, spear, and sword; Mandliss braved the frigid abyss. It was on these grunt assignments that no one else wanted that Mandliss showed how much better he was then the rest of them. Scouting the Southern pole for an enemy stronghold and then clearing it completely, as had become his new normal. He didn't know how his injuries never seemed to keep him down for long, or how his wounds would never bleed for long, he just knew that he had an edge. Here he was alone in the frozen wastelands. He smelled the crisp clear scent of water. A spring, that is the only way water could not be frozen out here. If the enemy was here they would be around this spring of water. Mandliss made a beeline, and leapt ready to engage and landed into the pool. Unfortunately this wasn't a hot spring. This was super cooled water that was just waiting for a nucleus for it to freeze. As soon as the Taung was in the water the pool froze all around him and in his lungs. Preserving him perfectly. The subzero temperature and his unknown healing abilities keeping him alive for millennia just waiting to be found.
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Post by cage on Mar 30, 2015 22:17:07 GMT -8
Cage hovered over the tundra that was the southern pole of his people's home planet. Slowly he descended from his altitude with his jetpack. Landing he walked onward looking around. His ships scanners had found a heat source in one of the polar caps, but there was to much interferrance to get a direct lock. Cage was naturally curious and had to investigate. Cage held his DC-15A at the ready the blaster sweeping left and right as he moved through the falling snow, his red armor would look like a drop of blood in the new snow.
After he walked for about two hours Cage discovered something that he was amazed by. Coming to a single formation of ice in the shape of a spire Cage let the gun fall from his hands and hang by the sling. Inside this spire was a taung, and not just that but a taung in crusader armor. Cage stared for but a moment before realizing that this was a mandalorian like him an he sprung into action. He moved forward pulling a knife from his belt and placed his blade just to the left of the taung pulled back and slammed his armored gauntlet down on hilt of the knife. Breaking through like a pick the ice shattered under the blade and a sizable portion broke off. "this is going to take a while"
Cage chipped away at the rock in the same fashion until he had removed enough that he no longer felt it safe to use the knife. Placing it back in it's sheath he scraped at the ice with his armored hands the beskar gauntlets cutting through slowly but steadily. Eventually he had cleared enough that he coul pull the taung from the ice and lay him in the snow. His HUD showed life signs and other than being frozen the being appeared to be fine. Cage cleared some snow and propped the taung on a rock. He then set about building a fire and once he was complete sat opposite it and waited for the taung to awaken.
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Post by Mandliss on Apr 2, 2015 23:09:23 GMT -8
Slowly Mandliss began to stir as he warmed and the blood began flowing again. The first thing he smelled was the air, it was familiar yet different. As he began to return to the land of the living her slowly and quietly looked for his weapons, but they were no place to be found. What had happened to him? He remembered the water and that was it. He did know that he was cold.
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Post by cage on Apr 5, 2015 0:48:52 GMT -8
As the taung awoke Cage stood and walked over. Kneeling in front of him Cage watched as he revived. "Looks like you had a hell of a time" Cage said to the awaking taung.
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Post by Mandliss on Apr 5, 2015 23:49:32 GMT -8
He was not alone... The voice was close. Out of reflex Mandliss' massive and strong hand shot out for the where the owner of the voice's throat should be. He didn't really mean to harm whoever it was. He was in a new situation that he had no idea what was happening, it was what came naturally to a taung. WHO ARE YOU? WHERE AM I? The massive taung barked as he did.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 28, 2015 8:07:00 GMT -8
It was pure luck that the another group stepped in when they did. Or at least, mostly luck. The D'Ordinii clan had fairly limited public presence on Mandalore, tending to keep to themselves out of respect for the way many other clans viewed them. Despite this, they still had an obligation to the Helm for the mining & control of the Beskar deposits on the planet. True the main Beskar mine was nearly half the world away, but it still meant that the clan had to run regular scouts to keep an eye on the other major deposits of the rare mineral.
This particular scouting group was running slightly behind schedule & had decided to make up the lost time by taking a more direct, if far less comfortable, route. On spotting a large Taung strangling another person, the snap decision was made to lob one of their speciality stun grenades into the mix. Unlike standard stun grenades, the D'Ordinii custom jobs were basically overpowered, if single-shot, stun blasters. That gave them much greater range & stopping power than the standard design, though at nearly twice the cost. They were also incredibly useful for taking down entire illegal mining operations in one shot.
As the two figures on the ground passed out, the scouting party landed. After sending a quick report, half of the six D'Ordinii scouts left to continue their patrol route. The other three separated the two stunned figures & checked them for injuries. One of them would have a bruised throat, but that was mainly due to the strangling that had been interrupted. The other was fine, except for the beginning signs of frostbite. After quickly treating both, the three scouts sat down around a portable heater they unpacked from one of the three speeder bikes.
All three had remarkably similar suits of armour, both in colour & design. To outside eyes it almost looked like a uniform without markings. Of course to their secure HUD system, each of them was clearly able to see the designs that decorated the other's armour, both functional & cosmetic. Little identical pips of metal on the left side of their breast plates became various awards they had earned under the view of their HUDs. Though two of them only had graduation medals, the third also had an award for being injured while on duty. More pips on the right side, visually identical to the ones on the left, indicated the various training each had done. Again, each of the scouts had very few. Each had the mounted recon pip, as well as the basic mechanic pip, one however also had a basic demolitions pip & a basic combat engineer pip. Each also had a pip on their left & right shoulders. In this case all the pips were identical. Each showed a three pointed crown, the area designator for the Mandalore Sector of operations, as well as a "P2" marking all three as Privates, just barely past graduation. Finally, each had several pips in various points (one on the helmet, one on each gauntlet, one on each foot) that displayed the figure's name, though in that case it was floating over their head. The one with the demo pip was "Marus-Fen D'Ordinii", the one that had the injury pip was "Tata D'Ordinii", & the final one was "Nod D'Ordinii".
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Post by Mandliss on Apr 29, 2015 0:01:38 GMT -8
The massive Taung recovered quickly from the blast. But he waited to move or make noise until all of him was ready. This took a matter of minutes. THe without warning he roared to life with a bellow that could wake the dead.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHe shouted as he shot up and made a beline for the closest scout. Just so happened to be one of the privates. Mandliss grabbed his arms from behind, and locks him in a full nealson, keeping the privet between Mandliss and the others. He scans the area for his weapons. He sees them still encased in ice. He barck at the rest of the group in an anient but understandable Mandoa
Tion'cuy!? Vaii Mandliss!!! (Who are you! Where am I!)
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 30, 2015 9:00:51 GMT -8
It was rather useful in this situation that the language literally hadn't changed at all since the first Taung left their original homeworld & travelled to the holy world. That was nice because it meant that it was no different talking to someone from that age as it was talking to your neighbour. It would appear that this particular Taung in question didn't know that most D'Ordinii armour, for it was obvious they were of that clan, how minor power assistance systems. That meant that the grapnel hold wasn't actually going to be able to do anything, not unless the Taung was much, much stronger than Taung usually came naturally. Not that any of the three privates were going to say anything out loud about that. The 'ranking' officer of the group had continued on with the patrol, meaning that the three privates were more or less expected to handle it on their own.
The private that had been grabbed was in fact Marus-Fen, the one with demolitions training. We wasn't particularly worried though. Despite having his head pressed into the snow, he could tell from the video feed from the other two that the Taung was currently using both hands to hold him in place. Which meant he could reach for a weapon without letting go. Also, it was a little difficult to feel threatened when you could stand up & throw the person on you back twenty feet without much trouble at all.
-Marus (Over private comms, In Mando'a)
So, how do we want to play this?
-Nod (Over private comms, In Mando'a)
Play dead & let him thing he has you. If we can't talk him down, you can break the lock & take him down.
-Tata (out loud, In Mando'a, roughly at the same time as the above is being said)
Calm down, you are on Mandalore, the Holy World. if you want a more specific answer, we are in the Red Wall mountain range near the southern pole of the planet.
None of the three privates reacted much to the attack. They had, somewhat, been expecting it. From one or the other of their 'guests'. Other than Marus-Fen, who had his head pressed into the ground, none of them showed any inclination of moving away from the warmth of the heater. After all it was extremely cold this far south & their warming systems built into their armour wasn't designed to handle this level of cold for very long at all. It was very likely that any confrontation would be brief due to how cold it was & how little the Taung appeared to be wearing in the way of environmental systems.
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Post by Mandliss on Apr 30, 2015 21:44:47 GMT -8
Mandliss was however much stronger than a normal Taung. That is what being a loner and his Force healing had given him. Every time he trained his body was ably to heal without much fatigue, this let him get massive, and very very strong. He picked up the private, still in the nelson hold as he began to press harder, and harder. The servos in the armor began to strain and smoke under the pressure. His weapons still frozen in the ice and unreachable, he kept the private between him and the other warriors. He growled when he spoke in Mando'a
Why have you invaded our planet?! Where have you come from? My father will finish you like we have so many others if you don't leave.
Mandliss could feel the strength of the armor, he knew the material well. He was surprised and amazed that outsiders could have it.
Ahhh, you came for the Beskar. I thought the only planet with it was this one...
He had to get back to his father and people. He had to warn them. But there was no opening to do that.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 5, 2015 7:00:38 GMT -8
That did get a reaction. Someone strong enough to bend durasteel hydraulics would be able to rip a normal person in half without breaking a sweat. That & the water vapour coming from Marus' armour meant that either one of the hydraulics lines had broken, or the heating system had. However, enhanced strength wasn't the only defence these suits of armour had. The suits were also capable of sending a charge of electricity through the outer plates of the suit. It didn't matter how strong someone was, being shocked still hurt & it still messed up muscle control, which was why it was even still used for training the largest of beasts. One of two things would happen, either the Taung would react to the first, minor, shock by dropping the private, or he would take the full brunt of the follow up shock & be put on his back in a twitching mess.
The other two didn't wait around for that though, they were immediately on their feet with weapons drawn. Letting the Taung feel like he was in control had failed. With the suit's hydraulics on passive, he shouldn't have been able to notice them at all. And with the amount of force he was using, he would have ripped a regular person into about four pieces. So either he had noticed the system somehow, or he had planned to kill one of them off the bat as a show of force. Either way the kid gloves were coming off.
Tata also made a mental note of the Taung's reference to Beskar, though how he had come to that conclusion was unknown to her. Sure, D'Ordinii was in charge of the Beskar, but none of the low ranking people here had so much as a gram of the extremely valuable stuff. Everyone here was decked out in standard Durasteel, & strong as it might be compared to normal metals, it was still a far cry from Beskar. Perhaps the being had noticed their flight path, or maybe there was an unknown vein of the material nearby. It was something to look into later though.
-Tata (In Mando'a)
Stand down! We are vode, but we will kill you if you don't calm down!
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Post by Mandliss on May 5, 2015 13:54:40 GMT -8
(In Mando'a)
I do not recognize your armor, but there is similarities to my Father's... What have you done to him?
Mandliss still thinks it is thousands of years in the past, right after the first Mandalor had conquered the planet. He looks at the weapons displayed against him. They were not familiar, and there technology was completely foreign to him. None of this made sense. Everything about them was familiar and yet very different. He could tell they weren't Taung, they were human. He figured based on build and the way the armor fit. None of this made sense!
What is happening! He yells, not at the mandos but to the air. He lets go and falls to his knees.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 6, 2015 6:01:08 GMT -8
Marus scrambles away from the distraught Taung & begins quickly checking his armour, luckily it was just a minor tear in the heating system. Something a quick patch could hold until they got back to base.
While Nod keeps his blaster carefully trained on the Taung, Tata decided to attempt friendly contact again now that the being was being less violent. Despite the pure physical nature of the Taung, his last statements rang more like a child that wandered away from home that a warrior jaded in the way of the world.
Uncoupling her helmet, she shivers at the blast of cold air that hits her face. How, the Taung could stand it she would never understand. Lifting her helmet clear from her head, she reveals the close cropped horns that mark her as a Zabrak, as the vast, vast majority of D'Ordinii were. However, her light purple, almost lilac coloured skin & the metallic sheen in her yellow eyes indicated an extremely mixed genetic structure not normal in baseline Zabraks. For those that knew about the D'Ordinii clan, that was enough to mark her as one of the genetic hybrids mass produced much like clones by the D'Ordinii clan.
-Tata (in Mando'a)
Calm down brother. First we will free the rest of your gear from the ice & move some place a little warmer. Then we shall find your father.
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Post by Mandliss on May 12, 2015 21:49:58 GMT -8
THey were planning on arming him. Well if that was the case, Mandliss supposed he could trust them a small bit.
Ok, sounds like that will work.
HE gets up and walks toward the ice. He notices a hole, almost mold that was just his size next to his weapons. He starts to put the pieces together.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 14, 2015 6:40:08 GMT -8
With the damage to Marus' suit, they would have to move quickly before the cold really started to set in. As that was the case they used a little less caution than they could have. From the looks of the equipment, none of it had any electronics that would be damaged by a rapid thaw, so the trio broke out a set of rapid heating coils & within a few minutes had all the equipment free of ice, if still somewhat chilly to the touch.
After waiting for the Taung to collect his gear, the trio packed up their gear & mounted up. Nod reorganized his load enough for the Taung to double up with him, while Marus did the same before loading the still unconscious other behind him. They didn't know who it was, but they still couldn't leave a vode out to die in the cold, Marus would do a quick sweep of the region for transport & failing that would drop the figure off at one of the smaller settlements somewhat farther north. Nod & Tata however would head directly back to the local D'Ordinii base, an older style IM-455 modular garrison, though with some changes made from the Imperial design & built at a clan held shipyard.
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Post by Mandliss on May 14, 2015 21:45:11 GMT -8
The shield went on his back, with the pike inside it. His sword on his hip. Mandliss reluctantly got on the back of the speeder. HIs massive frame made fitting a chore.
His blue eyes scanned the area again. He focused on the Taung shaped hole in the ice. There is no way he could have been frozen, for all this time. Could he? It was at least a possibility he had to acknowledge, it would fit. If he had, how long had he been out? This was too much.
Take me to the main Taung encampment as fast as you can. I would have much appreciation.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 24, 2015 10:24:30 GMT -8
There was little pause as Nod & Tata tried to remember where the Taung colony was. Neither of them however could think of where the still somewhat small compound was. There was no doubt that the garrison would know, & if no-one at the garrison knew, the uplinks to the D'Ordinii private holonet would have the information for certain.
-Tata (In Mando'a, over external speakers)
I can't think of where exactly the Taung colony is off hand, & we don't have the fuel supplies to go wandering around the whole planet. We will take you back to our settlement & from there you can get a ride to the Taung camp.
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Post by Mandliss on May 24, 2015 21:55:44 GMT -8
The big Taung sighs. But facts were facts. There was something very strange going on, and he needed answers from someone. He nodded
Then with most haste! On to your settlement!
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