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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 7, 2010 19:22:23 GMT -5
((Kiala and Halcyon only please...i'm not wanting this to be complicated with more people so let's just stick to us three.))
So she wasn’t having the best few months.
Okay, so she was having a really frelling BAD past few months. At least the farm was taken care of, more or less. Since she’d turned tail on Concord Dawn so swiftly the young auburn had barely managed to keep herself from turning back. How had everything become SO messed up? Emerald eyes gazed blankly into her mug of ne’tra gal for a moment before she swirled it around and took a drink. The deep, sapphire, blue and black of her armor glinted slightly in the dappled sun of the outdoor extension to the pub she’d chosen to haunt for today. Typically Italia wasn’t one for overdrinking, but today she had just needed…something. Certainly there weren’t any cities on Dxun, but there were a few mando outposts (like this one) that were scattered about.
Daryn was likely on Onderon at the moment getting the Ante worked on by “proper mechanics”…psh, like mando’s didn’t know how to wire a ship, but whatever…and she’d been left at the base (by her own request) to search about for any sign of Ixor. So far nothing had really cropped up except a bunch of bad memories. It had been the nightmares that had driven her out here to begin with. They’d woken her up nearing dawn and she’d taken her rifle to go out hunting, hoping to rid herself of some of the stigma of them by immersing herself in something familiar. The time alone, however, wasn’t what she needed…especially not when she spied a rather large boma scrounging around the forest floor. Luckily she’d been in the canopy at the time and had been a good distance away. Despite her better judgment, she’d gone after the beast anyway. Thankfully she was no longer thirteen years old and had quite a bit more experience…not to mention armor…and so the beast had gotten several holes in the gullet followed by a rather fearsome attack of sharpened blades and hardened armor. That didn’t mean the beast hadn’t given her a run for her money even injured, but in the end it had fallen and she’d earned herself a good meal and some news boma tusks.
After cooking the beast and carving it up, salvaging just about everything she could from it and spending the majority of the day reflecting on her time on the moon, past and present, Lia had gathered her things and headed back to the Special Ops base. The boma meat had been stored safely away, her pack stowed, and then she’d been gone again. By the time she’d reached this little outpost the sun was beginning to just barely touch the horizon of trees, but now the shadows were actually beginning to lengthen. The wooden huts and thatched roofs of this old outpost lent a rustic tranquility to the scene even as the sounds of the jungle around them started to grow louder with the approach of evening. That made her wonder…just how long HAD she been sitting here at this table and watching the business of the outpost, the rough and tumble life of the mando’ade who called this area home, and the occasional fight between ruffians and scoundrels who found themselves disagreeing on something or other?
Pushing some of her hair back from her eyes, the fiery auburn had to assume it’d been more than a few hours. Hell, she’d gone through more than two mugs of the ne’tra gal…or was it more than four? Was this the fourth? She couldn’t remember, nor did she rightly care. Sure she was a bit tipsy, but she wasn’t knock down drunk…didn’t plan on getting there either, but…well…another round wasn’t sounding so bad. It’d been a while since she’d just sat somewhere and had a few drinks, after all. Those green eyes wandered along the others sitting outside in the golden-red light and cooling air with her, chatting away, playing various games, nursing their own drinks, maybe having a bite to eat. The rougher crowd had rolled in from the jungles it seemed and she vaguely caught herself debating the intelligence of picking a fight with one of the loners just for kicks. With a snort, half of frustration and half of disappointment, Lia turned her eyes away from the mando she’d been sizing up and looked back to the few people still milling about the streets and between shops, likely restocking themselves for further adventures in the jungle around them.
Heh…what’re ya thinkin’ m’girl? Startin’ a fight? Oh yes, he’d be real proud of you fer that. Very mando of ya wantin’ ta start a fight an’ all, but if your gonna start one have it be with a Republic soldier, not one of yer own, eh? At least do some good if yer gonna pick a fight ya might not win. ‘Sides…Daryn’d have a fit if ya did.
The thought made her chuckle slightly as she brought the mug back up to her lips and took a drink of the sweet, dark, brew. Oh she could only imagine how the flyboy would react upon hearing she’d started a fight with another mando for no particular reason but to fight. No doubt he’d say something smart that would either A) make her laugh hysterically or B) make her want to punch him in the face…or maybe C) do both. Blasted man had way too much concern for her anyway…after the way she’d treated him he’d have been better off just ditching her there on Dxun while he had the chance. Hell, maybe he was right and all mandos were the same…maybe she was treating him like aruetii and she just didn’t realize it.
Frellin’ ‘ell…bloody man deserves better’n a mess like me…
That was about the time that she’d plopped her mug down with a thunk and sighed heavily, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to enjoy the cooling air around her. One hand reached up and stroked the thick beads that bound the longer hair at the back of her head and neck. So much for following things through until the end…what a massive disappointment she was right now. There had to be SOME way to get this mess that was her life cleaned up and back on track. Hell, maybe she should just go back to the farm, go back to the Special Ops after dealing with Ixor. There was just one problem with going back to the Ops…she’d have to face the new Mandalore again, and she very much could NOT do that. Not yet…if ever.
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Mar 8, 2010 0:25:12 GMT -5
Post by /-Amy-\-Foxie Lady-/ on Mar 8, 2010 0:25:12 GMT -5
Ashla exited the transport she was on, it was a brief stop over, the captain was here to barter for Boma tusks, and mandalorian ale. Ashla decided to have a look around and see what there was in this small outpost. She was dressed in her black leather outpost, the captain had told her that her matukai robes would be mistaken for Jedi robe a bit to easily, and he advised her to keep her lightsaber out of site. She had opted to leave it on the ship all together. She did however wear her blaster and wan-shen blade hanging from her belt, along with the staff, which is broken down into its three segments.
Ashla was a tiny woman, barely standing above five foot, and couldn't weight much past a hundred pounds. Her face is tattooed about her eye's, and her hair is shoulder length and raven black. She walked down the street, several people eyed the tiny woman. She was used to this, many mandolorian men made comments about her stature, and there was more than one cat call her way. She moved toward a likely looking establishment with an outside bar. She approached the bar and spoke to the bar tender--"I 'll have something to drink..nothing to strong". The bar keep sized her up and poured her a glass."Its called ne'tra gal...not to strong...little sweet"
Ashla payed for the drink and started looking around the bar. Not far from her was a mandalorian woman with red hair, and startling green. Ashla's own eye's were a deep blue, verging on black. She started making her way around the bar toward a table, when she tripped..or was tripped, and bumped into the red headed woman, spilling both there drinks.
"My apologies"
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Mar 8, 2010 22:23:45 GMT -5
Post by Halcyon on Mar 8, 2010 22:23:45 GMT -5
Aykon sighed as he took another swig from his Alderaanian Ale. Ixor had been complete tool as of late. The man was absolutely paranoid, despite the fact that he had been spending all of his time celebrating so that some red-headed Mandalorian girl who'd been gunning for them was finally dead. For all of Ixor's "business" prowess, he sometimes was a complete idiot. But he would never tell that to his boss's face. Aykon was smart enough to know that you bit the hand that fed you, especially if it belongs to a paranoid vengeful Mandalorian with an extremely bad temper.
Just to prove his point, Ixor had distributed holos to all of his pirates, showing pictures of this hunter, who Aykon had to admit was fairly attractive, and force them to memorize the image. Because she really could still be alive after what he had heard happened to her.
So it took all the control he could muster not to spit his ale all over the place when he saw a remarkably familiar red-headed Mandalorian nursing a mug of something.
He hated when the boss was right about these things. In the end it always meant more work for him and the others. Well on the bright side it'd probably mean a nice little bonus if he could take her down. But then again, it'd probably be a bad idea to do it alone. He discreetly reached into his pocket and thumbed a signal out in Mon Calamari blink code.
The rest of the gang would be here soon, and then they'd be able to give a little present to their boss back home.
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Mar 8, 2010 23:36:43 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 8, 2010 23:36:43 GMT -5
Green eyes had turned to scan the people around her once more. She was nothing if not cautious, even with the drink affecting her. Growing up a mercenary tended to build people up that way, and considering she’d started this life at thirteen…well, it was second nature by now. Besides, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, it had the little hairs on the back of her neck tingling uncomfortably. Those emerald eyes paused momentarily on a woman at the bar…shorter than Lia herself, the woman was still well armed even for someone who didn’t quite seem mando. She either had guts, business on the moon, or had not a clue about mando space. Not many non-mandos frequented places like this harsh moon…the hearty culture of warriors thrived in places like this, but the softer Republic breeds didn’t often care to set foot on “backwards moons” like this one. Shrugging it off mentally, her attention turned elsewhere.
There was a small argument brewing in the street over Manda knew what, and it was threatening to turn into a scuffle, drawing the attention of the young merc and quite a few of the others in the open air bar. Just as she recognized one of the two as one of the greenhorns from the base, Lia decided it might behoove her to keep the idiot kid out of hot water with his superiors. With a sigh she started to get up only to find herself drenched in liquid. The woman she’d noticed earlier was the one apologizing to her for the double dip of drinks that now coated her beskar’gam and Lia growled a bit, flipping her beads over her shoulder almost haughtily. No doubt the man who had been watching her would recognize this as something Ixor had done many times before…after all, the two had been part of the same mercenary crew years ago, and so they had some similar mannerisms.
Wer’cuy dala. ((forget it, woman))
She stated, dismissing the apology as she was far more concerned with keeping that dratted greenhorn out of trouble. The liquid could be cleaned off, priorities were to keep the lad from earning punishment for starting a fight. Technically she wasn’t part of the Ops any longer so she was immune…he wasn’t. Needless to say that her tone wasn’t exactly the kindest, her thoughts being focused elsewhere, but she hadn’t meant her words disrespectfully. She simply didn’t have time to exchange pleasantries or apologies with this woman at the moment, and in her haste and the thin fog her brain was in because of the alcohol, the first words that had come out of Italia’s mouth had been in mando’a. After all, she WAS on a mando controlled moon…she wasn’t exactly thinking in Basic.
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Mar 9, 2010 0:23:41 GMT -5
Post by /-Amy-\-Foxie Lady-/ on Mar 9, 2010 0:23:41 GMT -5
Ashla blinks at the woman reply in mando'a, even as Odd, climbs off her belt and onto her shoulder "Forget it woman"
Ashla's eye's narrowed for a moment, and she looked like she was about to say something more, but then she noticed that the red heads eyes were directed elsewhere. Ashla glanced in the direction. She saw a young man about to get into an altercation. She glanced back at the woman, understanding in her eye's. She nodded and stepped out of the way, and allowed the woman to pass unhindered. She decided to follow the woman and see what happened.
The young mandalorian seemed like he was about to get into a fight with an older mandalorian. Ashla frowned, her master had taught her what he could of mandolorians, and one of them was these sort of things were usualy handled in a 'battle circle'. She stood near by, and watched to see what would occur. She had no intent on getting involvolved, it was none of her concern. It would however be interesting to see how mandolorians fight.
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Mar 9, 2010 0:51:22 GMT -5
Post by Halcyon on Mar 9, 2010 0:51:22 GMT -5
Aykon leaned back in his chair and took another swig from his ale. What was it with Mandalorians that made them enjoy beating the crap out of each other so much? While it was true that as a pirate he enjoyed raping, pillaging and plundering just as much as the next pirate, never could he understand the desire to kill or harm someone that wasn't in some way motivated by greed. Honor was such an outdated concept. If these types where gonna survive in the future down the road, they were gonna need to learn how to be smart, and completely immoral. Much like Aykon himself. That was probably why Ixor wasn't nearly as successful as he could be. Whenever his honor or pride was injured he'd have to declare some crazy vendetta.
Well whatever, either way, so long as he got paid at the end of the day, he didn't really give two credits what the rest of the galaxy did. Right now he just hoped he didn't get dragged into a fight before his backup could arrive so he could take down this mandalorian chick that looked remarkably similar to the one in the holos.
The Trandoshan thug moved his mouth into the closest approximation of a human grin that he could muster. Well regardless of whether or not she was the target, he could always capture her, break her, and then sell her to the highest bidder. Ixor really didn't mind if his subordinates engaged in other business practices. And it would be such a waste to bring her before Ixor and it turned out to not be the one that they were looking for.
And Aykon hated waste.
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Mar 11, 2010 17:50:24 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 11, 2010 17:50:24 GMT -5
((everything in <<.....>> is Mando'a))
<<The hell is goin’ on here boys?>>
Her native language rolled easily off her tongue as she approached the two, swiping off as much of the liquid that had drenched her as she could. She’d have a talk with that one later. The thick Concord Dawn and ‘fringe’ accent dripped from nearly every word and the two turned to see just who was coming to butt into the middle of their argument. The younger of the two obviously recognized her, especially as she got close enough for him to see the grey mythosaur skull painted on her gauntlet and the golden Jaig eyes painted along her T-visor as she shifted her helmet to be held between her arm and side…as if the red hair and beads hadn’t given her away. Practically everyone at the base had heard of her arrival not but three days ago…news of a “war hero” being in your base tended to travel pretty fast. The Lieutenant didn’t look the least bit happy either, considering she was dripping wet as if some one had sloshed something all over her armor. The other one with him, however, seemed far less impressed with the shorter woman nearing them and only turned his head far enough to gaze at her through the side of his visor.
Oh…NOW Lia was mad.
<<You’ve got no business with us, woman, get lost and let the twirp and I settle this ourselves.>>
Wrong answer.
In a blur of blue and black, Lia had dropped just enough to throw out a leg and kick his feet out from under him and lay him flat on his back. Standing easily, she folded her arms across her chest and glared down at him.
<<First off: where the frell’d you learn manners? Someone addresses you an’ you look at ‘em through the front o’ your visor. Secondly: I DO have business with you. I rank the greenhorn here an’ so if you got a beef with ‘im I'm obliged ta find out the problem an’ try ta sort it out peaceably as possible an’ decide if a fight fer honor is really necessary.
Us mando’ade can’t afford infightin’…not these days…not now. If anythin’ your sorry arse should be flocking to the new Mandalore ta see what you can do ta take back yer homes, not cowerin’ here an’ pickin’ fights with those of us who’re doin’ our duty as our culture and the Resol’nare demand…what honor is there in that?! Your previous Manda’lor fought an’ died ta protect this culture and yet here you sit, on yer arse in the dirt, complainin’ about someone who’s trainin’ up ta go fight an’ possibly die ta do what you won’t…an’ you call yerself Mando’ad. You wanna pick a fight, there’s plenty of Republic soldiers out there repressin’ our families an’ controllin’ our planets when they shouldn’ be…go fight them. Now get up off yer arse, brush yerself off, an’ go soothe yer ego. You still got a beef after that an’ I’ll be glad ta show ya how vu’traat* fight.>>
She’d certainly not been silent about the matter, her voice carrying out to just about anyone in the area who had the ability to understand mando’a. Needless to say this earned her more than a little attention, and quite a few appraising gazes. The golden paint of those Jaig Eyes wasn’t easy to miss, despite most there never having seen the markings before in real life…never mind being attached to a living being. The fiery auburn either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the silence that had descended on the area as she’d chastised and come very near to humiliating the man who was now picking himself up off the ground. Her words had struck a chord and she knew it. They weren’t happy with her and she knew it, but what was better…they weren’t happy with themselves. She’d called their honor into question subtly, yes quite loudly, and now they were questioning it themselves. She turned to the young man then, the private…if she remembered his rank correctly…and glared at him.
<<So what was this all about boy, an’ don’ try an’ sugar coat anythin’.>>
Pulling off his helmet, he gazed down at her for a moment silently and sighed.
<<I owe him money…from a card game a few nights ago. Told him I didn’t have it.>>
Lia rolled her eyes and shook her head.
<<An’ DO you have the money?>>
<<…Yesma’am…>>
<<I'm sorry, I didn’t hear you…maybe you could speak more clearly Private>>
<<Yes ma’am, I do.>>
<<THEN GO PAY THE BLOODY MAN AN’ GET YER ARSE BACK TA BASE!>>
The young man jumped visibly and acted like she was about to attack him. When she simply glared at him, he nodded and walked over to where the man had stopped at her shouting to turn and look to see what the situation was now. Turning, Lia walked back toward where the bar was and asked for a towel, some water and another ne’tra gal. Receiving all three she began cleaning off her armor with the towel and water as best she could at the moment while the occupants of the outpost slowly began to get back to their previous affairs.
…Dikut’la private…can’t believe men sometimes…swear ta Manda…he’s gorram lucky I ain’t about ta let his commander know ‘bout this. Frellin’ hell…that dala had ta go an’ spill her drinks all over me, didn’ she…
Italia grumbled under her breath as she leaned against the bar, attempting to get the sticky liquid off of her armor and visor before it really became a problem. Every once in a while she’d take a drink of her ale then go back to wiping her armor down and eying the interactions between the rookie private and the man from earlier.
(( vu'traat* = special forces ))
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Post by /-Amy-\-Foxie Lady-/ on Mar 12, 2010 23:29:43 GMT -5
Ashla watched the entire altercation with a certain degree of intrest, Odd translating for her in her ear. The small droid drew a several looks, wich inevitably drew more to Ashla herself. Her slight stature and build made her seem un-aposing, a girl playing at soldier. But a closer look would let a skilled soldier know that she wasnt no sip of a girl, she was a woman, and a warrior to boot. The tatoo's were scanned over by everyone who looked at her. Ashla moved back toward the bar when it became evident that there was going to be no fight.
Ashla walked up to the bar tender and payed for another drink, and then payed for another drink for the female mandalorian. Shepayed in huttese credits, so as not to raise to many suspicians. She stood near where the red haired mandalorian woman was when she finaly made her way back to the bar. When the womans eye's eventualy met her's, she pointed to the glass, and raised her own, then made her way over.
"Once again...I offer my apologies...here...try this, it gets blood of fairly well, it should work for spilled ne’tra gal".. Ashla reached behind her back slwoly and drew a small vial from inside her coat."Mix it with the water". Ashla met the 'mando'ad woman's emerald gaze with her own saphire one. Her gaze is calm, and unwavering. It wasn't a threatning gaze, but it was one that said 'I wont back down'. "I am Matukai Adept Ashla Drexdrell.
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Post by Halcyon on Mar 18, 2010 23:14:18 GMT -5
Well it seemed that the two Mando's were now getting along with each other. Aykon couldn't have that. He needed a distraction so it'd be easier to take down the target. And two Mando's trying to slit each others' throat was more than enough to distract anyone. So Aykon was going to do what he did best. And that was instigate trouble.
With his drink in hand he began to stagger as if he was drunk. Which wasn't hard considering the amount of alcohol he had consumed, fortunately for him, he was cold blooded, and his slower metabolism meant it took longer his body to absorb the alcohol, meaning longer before he was actually drunk.
Walking past Ashla, he "stumbled" before regaining his balance and turning to see Ashla. His face affecting drunken surprise.
"Hey girlie, I know's you," spluttered Aykon, his words slurred, "You work with mandalorian bastard Ixor."
He gestured dramatically spilling booze on himself, "Well tell that punk he owes me a lot of money for that job I pulled.......somewhere.....doing something.......gimme a second. I swear to drunk I'm not god."
"Maybe I'll just head to the 'fresher and puke a bit," he pointed in a random direction, "Maybe it's that a ways. Or the others."
He put a look of confusion on his face again, as if he had forgotten what he was doing, "Hey don't you work for Ixor?"
"Well p-pardon me, I'm late for something. I think." Aykon stumbled off towards the refresher, rambling random things before disappearing into the men's room.
Now all he had to do was wait for the inevitable.
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Mar 22, 2010 21:22:06 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 22, 2010 21:22:06 GMT -5
Thankfully the two lunk heads she’d just had to talk down were going to play nice…at least while she was around…and the greenhorn was heading back in the direction of the base. With a huff she focused her attention on a particularly sticky spot on her chestplate. That was about the time her ears caught the sound of movement, footsteps, approaching on the synthwood flooring of the outdoor bar. Lifting her eyes, but not her head, Lia caught sight of the woman from earlier approaching. Lowering her eyes, she made no signal that she had noticed the other woman until she spoke. Only then did she lift her head, allowing those startlingly green eye settle upon the other woman.
“Once again…I offer my apologies…here…try this, it gets blood off farily well, it should work for spilled ne’tra gal.”
Lia didn’t say a word, that burning auburn hair flickering about her face as emerald eyes belied the turning of the gears of her mind while she decided exactly how to react to this stranger. The fiery mercenary/bounty hunter had the look of some strange warrior goddess to her. The dieing light of the sun glinted and shown in her hair, setting it ablaze with the natural reds and golds of the feathery stuff, the green of her eyes clear as emeralds and shading themselves more darkly around the outside to the hue of the jungle foliage, the sapphire and black of her armor glinted like deep water and shadow. After a few moments of the mando watching this other woman, she nodded once before holding up her hand to stop the motion.
Wer’cuy…and I'm fine. I would prefer not to put anything harsher than soap on my armor if I can help it.
Again she eyed the woman as she introduced herself, pausing in her cleaning a moment and nodding slightly.
Italia…
Her reply was cut off as an (apparently drunk) trandoshan staggered up beside Ashla and looked at her as if he were surprised to see her there. What he said had those green eyes narrowing dangerously, first at the stranger, then at Ashla. This matukai worked for Ixor?! Oh…she’d decided to deal with the wrong mando…that or Ixor was looking for her after all. Either way she couldn’t take the chance of her continued existence reach the zeltron…not yet.
For your sake, I hope you’re damn good at fighting or that he pays you well…you’ll need it for your medical expenses if you loose.
With that Ashla would find a metal guarded fist aimed directly for her face.
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Post by /-Amy-\-Foxie Lady-/ on Mar 23, 2010 18:41:01 GMT -5
The conversation seemed to be going well. The mandalorian woman had accepted her appolgie and had even offered up her own name. Ashla tucked the cleaning solution back into her pocket. She leaned against the bar, and took a sip of her netr'gal. It was a rather rich drink, and she was rather enjoying it. She glanced around the bar, in a casual apraisng manner. She noted the trandoshen aproaching her and Italia. She sensed deception from him, trickery and ill intent. Her saphire eye's gazed hard at the Trandoshen, in neither a friendly, nor threatning manner.
As the Trandoshen drew closer to her, her hand rested comfortably on the blade at her hip, her thumb pressed against the cross guard. She did nothing to indicate she was going to draw the blade aside form this simple motion. Ashla had a dislike for trandoshens, they always seeme to be causing her trouble. As the trandoshen adressed her, she cocked her head to the side. She could smell the stench of alchohol on his reptilian breath, then there was the creatures natural body odor. Both of witch caused her to wrinkle her nose.
As the trandoshen stumbled off her eyes followed him, her brows furrowed. As she turned back to Italia she sensed and increased level of hostility toward her from the crimson haired woman. She barely heard what Italia said, but did notice the the fist already flying in her direction. She moved to the side out of pure instinct, bringing one hand up, her durasteel plated combat glove scrapeing against Italia's. With a quick step back she took a readied stance. It was quite obvious, that Ashla was well versed in hand to hand combat.
"I dont know who this Ixor is, but I asure you, if you press this fight, I will not hesitate to put you down"
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Post by Halcyon on Mar 23, 2010 21:22:35 GMT -5
Aykon peeked out from where he was in the fresher. Italia took a swing at Ashla, which the other knocked aside. Good they were fighting now.
Closing the door he checked the charge on his blaster, he was going to make sure he was ready when it was time to take out both the mando's. Hopefully before the entire bar turned into an all-out brawl. His comlink click lightly signaling his men were in position, as was the sniper. He gave a double-click back signaling them to wait for the right moment to attack.
Any second now, he just needed the sniper to be sure he had a clear shot, he didn't want any screwups on this one.
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Mar 30, 2010 5:30:40 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 30, 2010 5:30:40 GMT -5
((there, finally got them a good reason to 'fight'...btw, muse-ic: Staring at the Sun, by Offspring. --one of her theme songs, go figure.-- ))
If there was a problem with the spitfire of a mando, it was just that…she was a spitfire. Put a little alcohol in her and she got a temper about as red hot as her hair if you managed to push the wrong buttons…or the right ones. Her attack had been knocked aside, and that told her quite enough of what she needed to know. Even with the alcohol in her blood, she was far from incapable of fighting or gathering information from simple motions. The woman was fast…faster than her. That would be potentially bad for her, especially with her armor on making her slower…the good news? Lia was fairly confident that she was better than this woman at hand to hand, and with the armor on Lia was a powerhouse. Already her muscles had grown since her training when she’d first inherited the armor on Concord Dawn and this wafer of a woman had visibly less muscle. Height, weight, muscle mass, training…she had these things in her favor. She wouldn’t say for certain she could win, but she had a half decent chance.
“I don’t know who this Ixor is, but I assure you, if you press this fight I will not hesitate to put you down.”
A half moment of debate on if she could honestly trust the word of a drunk anyone and her eyes flickered around the bar. Green orbs locked on the head of the trandoshan vanished back inside the men’s bathroom. It was a trap!
Frell.
Those green eyes flickered back to the woman and she looked at her levelly as she launched out with her blue armored elbow. The other hand reached out fast as lightning and snatched up her helmet, shoving it on her head, her hair beads hanging below it comfortably. The elbow wasn’t meant to connect, simply hold up the ruse. Before it even had a chance to slam against the woman’s face, Lia had her helm on and had bounded backward. In a fluid movement she’d flipped on her HUD and vox emitter of her suit.
Work with me here…and make it a convincin’ fight. I don’ mind getting’ banged up, but if we don’ do this people here might get hurt. Let’s get the frell out of all these people and in the street. I need ta see this trap comin’ ‘fore it gets here if possible.
Why the helmet? Simple…you cant read lips with a helmet on, and you can control the audio level more easily. There was also the fact that her HUD’s display helped augment the shortened view her visor gave her into a more normal view, giving her peripheral views she wouldn’t have had otherwise. Thank manda for mandalorian HUD upgrades! Daryn could think mandos were osik with ships, but when it came to armor (and quite a few weapons) mandos tended to come in on some of the top spots. Either way, the helmet helped like hell, especially with extra protection…and she might need it after this…especially if Bane found out. A light snort escaped her at that and she brushed the thought aside. She’d spoken swiftly after her bound backward and no sooner had she spoken that last word than she launched out with a foot toward the other woman’s mid-section to get her moving out of the bar.
Mentally she sighed…she’d just talked down that greenhorn for fighting too…
Why did these things always happen to her at the worst times?
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?Don't accept rides from strange men- and remember that all men are as strange as hell?
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Mar 30, 2010 17:35:32 GMT -5
Post by /-Amy-\-Foxie Lady-/ on Mar 30, 2010 17:35:32 GMT -5
As the elbow flew in toward her, Ashla was alreadt moveing. She sensed that the blow was ment to miss, at first she thought it was a bluff, but then Italia said to make it look good. She had caught on to the fact that something wasn't right. Ashla flicked out seveal open palm strikes, each one would be simple to block. She stood back and held her hands.
As Italia kicked out at her, Ashla allowed it to partialy connect with her, but using both her skill, and the force she made it look asif she had been hit harder. As she flew backwards she arched her back, and planted her hands on the floor. Tensing her muscles and performed a series of flips. She darted outside a ways.
It was some strange segments of metal connected with metal wire. With one quick snap of her wrist the weapon snapped together into a staff, nearly as tall as Ashla herself. She spun the staff around her with a great degree of of skill and speed. She stopped and held the staff vertically behind her back in her left hand, hr right held forward, palm out.
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Apr 5, 2010 14:54:15 GMT -5
Post by Halcyon on Apr 5, 2010 14:54:15 GMT -5
OOC: You guys can rp beating the crap out of the soldiers, just remember there's a sniper outside.
IC: Aykon was surprised from where he stood. Their combat skills were impressive. Unfortunately he didn't exactly have the time to observe their fight. A pity really, he always enjoyed watching skilled combatants kill each other. Oh well it was time for them to die.
He drew his blaster and burst through the refresher door and took aim at Lia and opened fire, aiming for her head, as if on cue, a dozen mercs burst through the front door all armed with pistols and rifles. Taking no time to aim, they began firing at anything they move except for hopefully Aykon himself.
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Apr 17, 2010 17:03:18 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 17, 2010 17:03:18 GMT -5
((we ARE outside…the whole place is outside with just some railings and a roof and a wall behind the bar…besides, Ashla just lead Lia out into the open of the street with her last movement.))
Lia didn’t even bother to block half of the blows, her armor absorbing the impacts easily enough, only the ones aimed toward her helmet kept from connecting. Short as she may or may not have been, Lia was still a fairly solid wall, especially considering the strength put behind these ones. Her boot barely had time to connect to Ashla before the woman was “knocked back” by the hit and turned the motion into a chain of flips, leading them out into the street. Stalking forward, green eyes flickered around at the not-so-subtle trandoshan who poked his head out of the refresher door. Utreekov…did it REALLY think she couldn’t see him? Those verdant green orbs focused again on the woman in the street and the weapon she had pulled out of seemingly thin air.
Well…that was something you didn’t see every day.
Again those keen eyes flicked around the roofs, alleys, and thick vegetation that made up the outpost. Rustling leaves, shadows, the tops of heads and helmets, the barely visible barrels of blasters and rifles and shotguns…they really didn’t know a thing about Ixor or the woman he’d sent them after. No sooner had she reached the edge of the synthwood floor of the bar than that armored form blasted forward with a quickness that most wouldn’t think possible in that much armor. Certainly she wasn’t the fastest person ever in or out of armor…definitely not as fast as Daryn…but she was still strong enough to move at her top speeds even weighed down as she was. With her rifle strapped along her back so it hung at an angle, the beads and other small objects adorning the leather tassels dangling from the barrel clattered loudly against her back as she appeared before the matukai.
Move.
The emotionless tone of the vocabulator built into her buy’ce would reach the woman only moments before the trandoshan burst through the refresher door and opened fire. As the soldiers “inside” the enclosure of the cantina worked to move the other mandos out of the way of the encroaching mercenaries, Lia ducked and turned away from his fire, keeping herself between the woman and his blaster bolts as much as possible until she moved once more. Those bolts would scorch her armor, but not much more…though…the dozens of them that were flying from all angles was going to put a bit of stress on it either way.
The trandoshan’s mine, everyone else is fair game.
Those last words to Ashla came across harshly, even through the fairly monotone vocabulator, just before Lia hurtled toward the first group of mercs like an out of control maglift train. As she plowed into the first two, sending them staggering backward, the fiery young woman finally noticed that most of them weren’t wearing armor…either they weren’t mando, or they were idiots…she was leaning toward a combination of the two. Battering away a grab for her helmet by one of the group she’d charged into, she ducked below another blaster bolt she’d barely seen coming, allowing it to sear a hole through the chest of another of her attackers. Coming up again with a vengeance, her shoulder slammed into one merc’s arm before her fist caught below his jaw and dazed him. The blaster in his hand was swiftly…not…instead it was in hers. The deadly green bolts that issued from the newly acquired blaster buried themselves in three of her assailants as a variety of colors shimmered through the air around her, glancing off her armor and seeking to penetrate or weaken it. Two fell, three fell, a fourth was also cut down by the angry mando and the blaster she now held.
From behind one of the men caught hold of her rifle and pulled her backward, whipping her around with it before she got a chance to dig her heels in and counter the action. Her foot hit and pressed against a medium sized rock on the edge of the road, halting her progress as she pushed off it in the direction opposite of where she was being dragged, the hand holding the blaster coming around her body to the opposite side and firing behind her to get the man away from her. As he let go, she rounded on him…one elbow whipping out to catch him across the face with the unyielding armor covering it. Driving forward toward her current target, she came up under his guard as he attempted to defend himself after the blow. Black leather gloves shot forward and up between his arms, shoving them apart and catching hold of his jaw and the back of his head. A sharp twist had the body falling limp in her grasp as she turned it around and brought it closer, shielding herself from another barrage of blaster bolts.
There was only one problem…
Lia knew she’d seen someone on the roofs…where were they?
A glint of metal and she dropped her meaty shield to dart toward the building she’d seen the muzzle of that gun atop of, rolling into the shadow of it just as the shot rang out and struck the dirt where she’d been. Cursing under her breath in mando’a, the newly minted lieutenant got to her feet and pulled off her rifle. She may not have many slugs on her, but she had some and the butt of it worked well enough as a club…as demonstrated by her sudden turn and shoving it into the face of the unsuspecting merc behind her as the cartilage of his nose crunched and slammed back into his head.
…Daryn had best not hold this against me, or I swear to manda…
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?Don't accept rides from strange men- and remember that all men are as strange as hell?
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Apr 18, 2010 16:56:10 GMT -5
Post by /-Amy-\-Foxie Lady-/ on Apr 18, 2010 16:56:10 GMT -5
Ashla was astonished t the speed at witch Italia rushed her, in full armor nonetheless. She was nearly as fast as Ashla herself, and she didn’t even bother with armor. She sensed something about the mandalorian woman that rushed at her. As Italia closed in on her Ashla stepped to the side quickly and stuck out at her. The blow would have missed by mere inches, a supposed undershot. She listened to what the mando'ad woman said and nodded and kept on the move.
As the mercs burst from cover, Ashla was already in motion. The blade came off he hip and she attacked it to one end of her staff with a couple easy twist. As the firs goon rushed her she spun her wan-shen to strike him in the face with the butt, sending him reeling. Ashla pressed him and with one swift slash of her blade, she had removed his head. Blaster bolt flew from all directions now, and Ashla had to keep on the move. She leapt over one thug and kicked hi in the back of h head as she went over him. She landed in a couch and pivoted, her wan-shen leading, and sliced off his leg, standing she dove the blade into his throat she gave no quarter.
She felt an armored hand grasp her arm from behind. The man was to close for her to effectively use her wan-shen, so as she spun she gathered the force and thrust outwards with her palm, striking the thug center mass sending him hurtling back some fifteen feet, his chest plate caved in, leaving him gasping for breath, unable to breath from the pressure. She turned and spun her wan-shen and deflected a blaster bolt, tough not with the effectiveness of a lightsaber. She leapt and spun, slashing with her wan-shen, spinning it with superb skill, she seemed a veritable whirlwind of steel. As one man rushed her she snapped one hand out, her fore, and middle fingers stiff, her thumb pressed tightly beneath them, she drove her fingers into his throat, the force lending he strength witch allowed her to crush his throat.
She saw another rushing Italia from behind with a wicked looking vibro axe, she knew she would never make it in time and hurled her wan-shen like a spear, catching him through the back, and out through his chest. Two of the hire goons chose that moment to rush her, thinking her un-armed. One swung at her with a stun baton, and the other was wielding a vibro blade. Ashla had a little surprise waiting for them. She thrust out her hand and pulled her wan-shen back into her hand. They stopped suddenly weary, they now knew she was a force user, as did every mandalorian that could see the fight.
She didnt give them a chance to attack, she attacked and in three swift moves she slices off ones arm, and thrust the blade through the others throat, just as she heard the sniper blaster. She ducked for cover and glanced around looking for the sniper...ad hoping no mandalorian’s shot her for being a force user.
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