Open Mandalore Tragedy On Mandalore

[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se had spent months in the wilds of a remote planet, living off the lands as he made peace with the events in the droid warehouse. He felt guilt for taking so much time, for he had truly felt fear in the depths of that ancient armory. He barely remembered the last frantic moments before their escape. He had never feared death so much. Not the rugged acceptance of fear, of death's inevitability on the battlefield, to die a warrior's death. The rabid fear of an animal, caged and hunted by threats so beyond any individual's capabilities.

Maybe if he had had a crew of vod from Mandalore with him they could have cracked that armory, but if there truly was an army, then his survival was solely not of his own making.

In that moment he had felt a coward, and in the days after when he rested and recuperated. So a pilgrimage to Mandalore had been in order, to gaze upon the blasted heath and find peace and acceptance in his inevitable death, whether it be on that very day on the surface of the ever dangerous wasteland his people called their spiritual home, or in some future hunt or battle. Whenever that day came, he would be ready to join his people in the Manda.

Gett'se had been thoroughly puzzled when he flew over the surface of the world in his Y-wing, searching for a suitable landing location when he had buzzed over what had appeared to be a... protest of some sorts. He had not been following the holonet during his isolation, so he had no idea what was going on, but his first instinct wasn't to attack the group of what appeared to be extremely delusional teenage civilians, yelling at the desert and whatever few mandalorians had deigned to give them the time of day, and a few reporters who were covering the scene. It seemed like a not him problem so he had turned around to find a different landing location when a fast approaching ping had dinged on his sensors.

"Osik."

Gett'se cursed under his breath as he yanked on the yoke and turned the ship around just in time to see a freighter haul across the horizon and fire on the protestors transport as it was taking off. The ship exploded in a rather spectacular fireball, for all the galaxy to see. Kicking the engines into full thrust the Y-wing engine's roared as he chased after the freighter. This had been his fear as soon as he had seen the protest, the cameras and holonet beacon setups streaming live to the galaxy. That some warlord would come along and crush it, to draw the galaxies eyes once again to Mandalore. Catching up the freighter, pirate markings painted the hull. Free game as far as Gett'se was concerned as he lined up his crosshairs on the vessels engine and pulled the trigger. Laser fire slammed into the pirate freighters engine, sending the vessel plummeting to the ground trailing smoke.

 

[Srucayr]

The Y wing wouldn't be alone. Two Fang fighters bearing the familiar markings of the Orar'da'yadr, the very marking that had adorned the beskar of Srucayr, a Mandalorian he had met years prior.

The freighter would dip into a series of canyons, likely created from orbital bombardments centuries past. The fighters would open fire with Gett'se, reducing the freighter to ash. A kom'rk class transport would be behind the trio and land at the wreckage, looking for survivors to question or clues as to which band of pirates launched the attack. Meanwhile, the Vizsla would be hailed. <"Thanks for the assist. We picked up the pirate on radar and tried to intercept. Our leader should be landing with a reaction team for emergency medical services and gathering the dead.">

Srucayr had just finished sending the message to various authorities when one of the fighters reported help with the pirate vessel. The description of the ship would bring a smile to him beneath the helm. "You sly old dog.." he mused before telling them to invite Gett'se to join at the camp.

For now, all he could do was wait. Because of Lex, they had Aruetii streaming to Mandalore. And now he had to do something to at least draw them quicker to the planet and send them away. This would be the easy part, playing nice. The hard part would come later if the Outsiders refused to leave.

He would set off to check on the status of the survivor as well as the reporter that had decided to come to Mandalore.

@Arclight @vamp

 

[Reshelle Solus]

Reshi, was sitting in the back of a transport ship, one of a small crew of warriors that had been hired for a job off world. She was busy examining her weapon when the comms came alive. "Chatter up ahead, looks like there's a republic vessel inbound. Moving to intercept and support. Hand tight."

Reshi shrugged and continued working on her blaster while the pilot continued giving them updated. Seemed like a group of civilians were inbound to stage some sort of protest. As the closest vessel they had just voluntered themselves to go in and provide an escort. That was thing suddenly went batshit crazy and the pilot started speaking in a slightly less boring drawl, which was probably his way of showing excitement. "Bloody hell, some fools just shot down the civi ship, looks pirate. Heading in to intercept, catch those hut'uun."

The mood inside the transport ship suddenly changed. They all had faced off against pirates in the past, and none had any love for them. They were no longer going in to babysit some kids, this was now a live combat situation. Moments later, when the transport ship landed near the downed freighter, Reshi and an entire squad of warriors from a weird mish-mash of clans, ran out and headed for the downed ship. Reshi had her blaster in hand, and as the armored warriors started running towards the wreckage she noticed another ship in the sky, coming towards them. But Reshi ignored them as she headed for the crashed vessel.

Unfortunately for the crew of the ship they had suffered a not too safe landing, fortunately for them the ship had already been in atmosphere and hadn't been completely destroyed. Even the largest of capital ships could not have simply reduced a ship to ashes, the compartment based structure of freighters just made that sort of destruction that much harder.

She came to a stop mere steps from the crash site, and inside her helmet her brow deepened into a frown. She could see a few bodies scattered about, men and women in armor. Much of their armor was destroyed, but beskar was more resilient than that. And she could see it on them, the bodies were Mandalorians. Noticing the ship landing nearby, she made a judgement call.

"Set up a perimeter," she shouted as she began walking towards the wreckage, "no one gets in unless I say so."

Mandalorian pirates? That did not make sense. She headed into the ship's burning bowels, a few others accompanying her, and started searching for survivors. She needed answers.

@Arclight @vamp @Rhogar

 

[Thane Veren]

Thane Veren was one of those who had been traveling along with Reshelle Solus. The two Clans had a long history together from the days of Raz and Leandros Solus when Clan Veren was committed to then-House Solus in something of a banner-men relationship. Even though the two had technically separated in the millennia since, they had always been close allies to one another. He was glad to be working alongside them - and indeed alongside vode - once again.

When the news came over the radio of a pirate attack, Thane stiffened slightly before reaching down and racking the charging handle of his A280. He slung his small pack over his back, and prepared for the set down.

The small crew of Mandalorians quickly moved out of the ship, and Thane didn't hesitate to move toward the front. With rifle raised, he closed in on the charred remains of the ship. It was in bad shape, but even so the entire scene was observed down the sights of his rifle.

Survivors didn't seem to be much of an option, but he recognized the armor as Mandalorian. He recognized it all too well, and it only caused him to further begin picking through the wreckage as his rifle fell to its sling.

Pry off the helmets from what's left of the bodies, he said, grabbing one of the bodies and tugging off the helmet. Beskar helmets like his own were the most common piece of armor to be truly solid, and that meant the communication equipment inside should still be intact.

@Arclight @vamp @Rhogar @Wit

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

Little could pry the Mandalorian armorer from her forge. But when news spread this fast... she dropped it and flew as fast as she could.

Her eyes burned through her helm at the carnage... and for what? A bus full of civilians?

The Cobalt Dancer arrived for a landing just as others had as well. And though she didn't get to meet many of her brothers and sisters... she didn't want to meet them like this. With their shame so public, so obviously broadcast to the galaxy. And for what? Some show to stir the aruetii and drag their gaze back to the 'Power' of the Mandalorians?

She seethed, gripping her hammer tighter.

<<They do not deserve their rest. Not this easily.>>

She approached the area where Thane Veren was first, catching their words with a terse nod. <<Solus, please, permit me to join and assist.>> Few would know Mysha Kelborn as herself, but her reputation as an armorer for their people would be more widespread. She would help gather what intel she could from the dead... and to not allow the living to survive unpunished the consequences they dragged into the galaxy. But never before had she felt such rage, such bitterness... and such shame.

Those that laid dead did not deserve to keep their beskar'gam. Once information would have been gathered, she would melt it into better armor, more worthy than those that now scattered in the dusty remains of Mandalore. She still held her hammer, prepared if any survivors dared crawl through the wreckage and assault their former kin.

@Wit @Phoenix @vamp @Rhogar @Arclight

 

[Jako Kuranabe]

He was dressed in a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Hair done perfectly. A fluorescent vest with the words "PRESS" printed on the back. The epitome of journalistic integrity--a handsome beacon for the pursuit of justice throughout the Galaxy, from the depths of the Core to the outer reaches of not the Outer Rim but Wild Space, because a true journalist will go far into the unknown to get to the bottom of a story. So was Jako doing on Mandalore.

Everything was all set. The ship full of Emryc Thorne Fan Club members was just arriving, the hunk of durasteel settling down not-so-gently on the podium in the port.

"Lights, camera, action!"

<<"So Jako, we're told that the shuttle is just now arriving to Mandalore, where the Emryc Thorne Fan Club will stage their protest. Is that right?">>

"Hello Jackie, yes that is indeed true, and you can see just now behind me as the doors slide open, and here come the first of the members!"

What could only be described as a gaggle of schoogirls began sulking out of the ship, some complaining about hunger or the poor conditions--as teenagers do--others just strung out on sugar and energizer drinks.

"The Emryc Thorne Fan Club consists--as you can see--of a vast diverse mass of people from all creeds, all backg--"

The Mandalorians threw bottles toward the Fan Club and the fan club responded with bottles full of a questionable yellow liquid. A Mandalorian in full beskar'gam screamed like a little girl as some of the liquid was spilled on him.

"Astonishing! It looks like the Mandalorians and the Fan Club are now engaged in what seems to be an all-out battle!"

After being beaten, the Fan Club headed to their hotel, and Jako followed.

"How was the first round for you guys?" he asked a 12 year old with a bandanna wrapped around her head as if she was a pirate, a blaster in her hand.

"Well, Jako, it was a strong showing from the Mandalorians, absolutely remarkable their capabilities as a team. We hope to bounce back in the second round, we're going absolutely demon mode, and we can't help to put on a good performance for our fans back home."

And they were true to their words. The Emryc Thorne Fan Club absolutely bodied the Mandalorians, and both sides were just thanking each other for a good match when chaos struck.

A loud booming interrupted him and a flash of light was briefly seen on camera before outright chaos engulfed the port. Screaming and the crackling of flames could be heard in the background.

"Sh-- I'm sorry Jackie, there appears to be some sort of ongoing emergency at the port--we have been shot at, and the port is engulfed in flames."

The camera quickly shut off.

---​

"Holy shit," he muttered to himself as a medic in beskar'gam wrapped some gauze around the massive gash on his forearm. "Thank you," he nodded to the Mandalorian field medic and then rose to his feet shakily, coughing from the dust and smoke still in the air.

Time to find someone to interview, learn more about the situation.

Jako motioned to the camera-man to follow him and began half-sprinting half-walking to a Mandalorian.

"Excuse me! What can you tell us about the explosion? Was this a Sith attack? An assassination attempt orchestrated by Emil Ro to shut down a Fan Club that hates his harem?"

The Mandalorian looked a bit befuddled.

"Ni ru hbaih jag, ni cuyir shi tarja ca'apr."

"Fascinating!"

 

[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se had followed the freighter close as it ducked and bobbed through bombardment born canyons. Really it was something the Y-wing was made for, traversing the rugged terrain low on its way to a bombing run. He had gotten close enough to catch site of the pirate markings, to make not of their pattern before shooting the vessel down. His scopes picked up a pair of fast approaching fighters as he watched the downed freighter sink towards the surface. His eyes watched as they filled the already deafeated ship with yellow streaks, explosions rocking the freighter to its core.

His eyes squinted behind his visor as he watched the burnt out skeleton of the freighter crash to the ground before he passed over it. Whoever the pirates had been, they were too dead for any sort of follow up on where their base might be or any other useful information that prisoners could have given, no matter how temporary their imprisonment.

"<Thanks for the assist. We picked up the pirate on radar and tried to intercept. Our leader should be landing with a reaction team for emergency medical services and gathering the dead.>" Mando'a rang out over the communication system as the pair of fighters pinged him, singing to his ears. The line crackled silently for a bit before the pilot spoke further, an instruction this time. "<The Leader of the Orar'da'yadr invites you to our camp.>" The communication cut off as a set of coordinates were transmitted to Gett'se's ship. The way the Fang fighters held their positions on his Y-wings flanks implied that... well that it wasn't really a request.

Or maybe Gett'se was just paranoid.

Of course he was, he was always paranoid.

"Ni malyasa'yr vorer gar alorir b halyasr asas kaysh halyr. Bic cuyir ga'yepi ibac ner yaim'ol at juvntirka cuyir karhr ti cayatr bal vod. Ni cuyir bat sitdrisu'anr, bal Ni malyasa'yr o'aryihida taab bat Manda'yaim solus a'yaou urcir ti kaysh." He replied. The markings on the ships reminded him of a man he had met once long ago on Mandalore, when they had fought pirates similarly. He hoped the man's followers would respect his request for a moments solitude, he had seemed the religious type when they had once met and had thought the warrior a zealot.

Touching down on a ridge near the crash site, Gett'se would disembark the Y-wing slowly. Planting a boot on the glass and sand surface of the Yaim he gazed out over the horizon. His father had brought him to the homeworld in his youth, and he had made the pilgrimage home a few times since then. He had come accepting death, and had found some before he even set foot on the planet... an omen, of the times to come.

He saw blood in the future as he knelt down on the surface and pressed the forehead of his buy'ce to the dirt. His or others, he did not know. He had come to find peace in himself, to prepare for the battles ahead. The sand crunched under the weight of his beskar as his pressed to the dirt, coarse grains crunching under his palms. Peace he had best make quickly if the events of his arrival were anything to go by.

Sitting up on his knees, Gett'se gazed over the desolate horizon once again. Once lush and full of life if legends were to be believe, all was now sand and glass. War was an inevitability, this Gett'se knew. War was as inevitable as the coming of the tide, lapping and crashing its waves against the reality of existence. It was only the Mandalorian, who accepted its truth, who embraced it and found peace in its truth. One day... He would die. He accepted death and would face it with honor. His death would be glorious.

His body would return to glass, and his soul would live on forever to join his brothers and sisters as the sand of the Yaim in the Manda.

He stood and turned from the horizon to walk back to his ship, only stopping to look back at it once more.

One more moment.

@Rhogar @Wit @Phoenix @Killa Ree

 

[Laren Vano]

It was just another day Mandalore until an group of what looked to be teens and some adults protesting. Protesting what exactly? Laren wasn't informed of anything going on in the current window of time, but it was interesting enough that he wanted to know what was going on. Had he been informed the Mando may have been able to get the protestors to listen and cooperate. For now they seemed to be doing their own thing. Which ultimately was fine, they hadn't destroyed anything. At least not anything he had any care for. Perhaps peaceful communication could be brought to light.

Walking down the path to the docks, Laren was passed by a group of Mandalorians running to a ship. Weird, he doesn't remember any orders being pushed out for patrols.

"Hey, vode. Where are y'all going?"

"Orders, gotta clear that scene of protestors."

Interesting..

"Clear how?"

"Sorry gotta go!"

What in the hells was going on around here. Weird protestors out of nowhere, weird orders being pushed out. Why is Mandalore suddenly a hot spot? Thought everyone was done with what was left of the Mandalorian homeland. It was time to see what was going on.

"Rakiss, you hear anything about orders to clear out some protestors?"

Laren looked out as he would speak over his comms to his brother and realize that the Mandalorians that ran by had taken the acquired pirates ship. That was meant for undercover operations wasn't it? Why would they be using that ship? None of this was making sense currently.

"Meet by the scene of the protestors I need to make sure nothing along the lines of war starts."

After he ran out to his ship The Unforced, he ran into the ship, to the cockpit and started the bad baby up to make it to where the protestors were. It took a second to start up and get out there but eventually the light freighter lifted and made flight. The Mandos that ran by, had already been gone for a second now. So Laren needed to try to be quick. Only to find he was too late. The protestors were cleared, but not the way they should have been.

"Rakiss get here now! We need to save anyone we can immediately! Looks like the Solus' got the culprits!"

Laren landed The Unforced by the scene of the war crime and exited the ship as fast as he could. There had to be some of them that could be saved if he is fast enough to the punch.

@Alejandrø77

 

[Kotii Solus]

Spoiler: music

The last time Kotii had been to Mandalore was when he had announced his claim the title of Alor of House Solus. It had been quiet back then but now there had been so much chaos on the news. The Werda Kom'rk had exited hyperspace not long ago, coming from Krownest. Its first class hyperdrive helped the multi-role fight navigate to Mandalorian Space expeditiously.

Two other transports with partial compliments of Solus clan members followed the Alor's ship. Before long they would be flying into the atmosphere and approaching the wreckage. The Orar'dyn'yar had contacted him saying something along the lines of 'reign in your mutt' or something. Kotii was going to punch that Mandalorian the next time he saw him. For now, he just would ignore the relayed 'order' from srucayr. The man had left much to be desired in terms of improving things for their people.

The other badgers onboard were taking bets on how Kotii was going to fallay the ODY vod that had spoken to him rudely. "I thought they were trying to be nice to us?" Aden, his copilot said knowing that mandos being nice was a funny thought in its own right. "You think they'd at least call us badgers and realize those implications. But they can't be smart and strong apparently." That was what Kotii was hung up on. Having one of his warriors be called a dog. "I don't think he understands what it means to mess with a badger." He jaw worked, grinding the molars of his teeth back and forth. "Uh.." Aden knew that was not a good sign. It meant the man was genuinely pissed off which usually only vented in a few ways. Usually involving venting some one or some thing, violently.

Kotii ignored the hesitating murmurs of his copilot and began tapping controls to open up to the other ships. He directed one of the Solus ships to head towards the wreckage of the pirate vessel. There was already a perimeter set up and House Solus members there. Two of the three kom'rk starfighters in the red and black livery headed to assists the efforts of @Reshelle Solus and @Thane Veren as they searched through the wreckage. The third, Kotii's personal ship remained aloft and scanned the surface. "Detecting a Y wing and some fang fighters. " Aden said. Checking their location he made a course correction to meet them.

"Bring up a commlink with Srucayr or whoever's in charge here." Kotii replied with an frustrated huff. After a moment a message would be sent to the man. It was not a live message but a recorded one.

"Srucayr, we need to talk. House Solus is here to pick up your slack." His tone was firm and in a no-nonsense mood. The line ended with his directive clear. The local authority did not have control. He was getting to the bottom of this. Kotii Solus was done waiting. If the other Mandalorian had something to bring to his attention he needed to do it fast. The ship came towards the only other combat contacts nearby. If there were fang fighters, their pilots would have answers too possibly. What's more, he needed to do damage control and not risk having more ships unnecessarily shot out of the sky. The Werda Kom'rk angled towards the parked Y wing's position and began making its way there.

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[Akaan Skirata]

The Kom'rk Class transport from the Orar'da'yadr had already landed shortly after Gett'se and the Fang fighters had laid low the pirate freighter. Akaan, clad in his heavy golden beskar would disembark with his group of warriors to the crash site. Hed see Mandalorians he didn't recognize, though two of the sigils stood out. But what he did know was of the Clans present, his were the only ones that hadn't abandoned the planet.

Akaan would approach the perimeter of Solus passing by them until one started to step in his way. The towering Skirata would shift his visor to the younger warrior. <"Cute that you think this site is yours. You neither aided in shooting down the pirate nor does your Clan inhabit this world.">

Continuing on past the Solus hed descend with several of his warriors while the rest filled in the perimeter. Overhead more Solus transports were landing. Perfect. All it took for them to show up on Mandalore in force was one of their kin shooting some walking fart box.

He would approach Reshelle, Kelborn, and what might have been some pet Clan of Solus. He hadn't seen their sigil before. <"Sisters. Brother."> he'd say curtly, his anger evident in his tone. Though it wasn't entirely due to them, just the situation. That anger would only intensify upon seeing the bodies. Skin stealers.

@Wit @Killa Ree @Phoenix

 

[Srucayr]

Srucayr would walk through the damaged area, surveying the wounded and giving burial rites to any of his people that had died in the attack. Behind his visor, a disgusted look would fall upon the Aruetii that had stepped foot on Mandalore. It was the same look he held everytime he saw pirates or warlords. They were no different.

As he continued to move, he would come across the reporter. He was asking one of the Mandalorians some wild question. And though he hated using it, Srucayr would speak in basic. "Probably Ro. You don't kill a man by hurting him. You hurt his legacy." His gaze would then shift to look over the carnage. "Though truthfully.. you have people coming to a world inhabited by pirates. With them getting emboldened by the capture of President Thorne, pirates have gotten more active in recent days. Many here will not understand you, as most have never left Mandalorian Space."

His comm would ping, a patch from Kotii. "Excuse me." He would step away and after he was out of hearing range, he would begin to speak in Mando'a. <"Kotii, you mean we're picking up after a Solus mess. I have boots on the ground at the crash site already. I'm here at the attack site. If you have bodies, or medics with you, this is the site to be at."> he noted the sterness. It was cute. <"But we're agreed. We need to talk. Outsiders will be coming here to collect their dead."> he would then send the Solus Alor his coordinates.

@Darasuum @vamp

 

[Gett'se Vizsla]

The one moment took a moment longer as a speck appeared in the horizon. Binocs from his belt revealed a battle group in red and black livery. His eyes squinted behind his visor. Solus. Vizsla had never had good relations with Solus, though there was a healthy amount of respect for the badgers, tough fighters... even if they tended to have empty helmets.

He wasn't sure if they were here to punch his number, but he wasn't going to find out on foot as he boarded his Y-wing. Looking up, he could still see the Fang fighters circling him, so much for privacy. Still if he was here as the Orar'da'yadr's guest, they should give him protection should Solus be here for his skin.

The Y-wing rose into the air on its repulsorlifts, approaching the Fang fighters for escort. Vizsla heraldry was painted on the Y-wing and would be easy for the Solus ships to spot as they approached. From within the safety of the flock, Gett'se now felt comfortable enough to hail the approaching transports.

"Solus," the communication line would crackle as Gett'se spoke mando'a, "You're late to the party." He spoke with just a hint of irritation in his voice, which was mostly covered by the sound quality. His pilgrimage had rapidly become more complicated, having to navigate relations with both House Solus and the Orar'da'yadr as a Vizsla.

"I had already crippled the pirate freighter and had it running to ground when these Orar'da'yadr came along and vaporized it." From his new vantage point he could see the Solus ship landing alongside a pair of other ships that had landed next to the cored structure. The vultures were swift on Mandalore, though it was unlikely they would find anything of value except the ships black box. "Are you here to skin my kill as they have ruined it, or is there some greater working afoot that I have stumbled into on my Pilgrimage?"

His words were pointed, as any interaction between a Vizsla and Solus might be, but also contained relevant information to the context of the situation. He flew with the Orar'da'yadr at this moment, but he was not one of them. The first shot was his on the freighter, before the Orar'da'yadr destroyed it beyond salvaging anything of use or value. Details that might perhaps keep him alive in the coming days.

Or maybe he was just being paranoid.

Of course he was, Gett'se was always paranoid.

@Darasuum @Phoenix @vamp @Rhogar @Wit @Scoobert @Killa Ree

 

[Shale Vizsla]

Shale wasn’t too far behind her fellow Vizsla, but she opted to land and inspect the wreckage. She realized Solus was on the scene already as she walked down the ramp of her ship. Smoke rose from the crash site and others were at work tending to the civilians being carried away. Shale had been following the media coverage on this, a bitter taste in her mouth from seeing their people feature in front of the galaxy in such a light.

The Vizsla was adorned in her dark beskar’gam, walking towards where Reshelle Solus had set up perimeters. Along the way, she came across a Skirata that was mouthing off at a Solus in his way following Reshelle’s orders. The elitist lecture he gave made her bristle and she tilted her head to regard him. His sentiments were useless especially since the galaxy now saw them all the same.

“And you were just as worthless in preventing this,” The heavily modulated voice cut in as she crossed her arms, “So get your helmet out of your ass and stay out of everyone’s way.”

He wouldn’t progress so easily unless Reshelle permitted it. Shoving past a fellow Solus would only start a fight. Knowing better than to barge past the woman’s efforts, Shale instead gazed towards her from where she stood. While she had a strong distaste for Solus, there were bigger matters at hand.

“Find the blackbox,” She called out, her poise making it clear that she would only step in if help was wanted. It was useless having too many armorers in the forge, “We need to get all the comms data from inside the pirate ship.”

Shale held up the datapad she had been watching featuring the scene at Coruscant with Lex Solus shooting Pootalina and starting this whole mess.

“And tell your Alor to reel in his boy before he shoots Skirata’s mother again.”

@Rhogar @Phoenix @Wit @Arclight

 

[Reshelle Solus]

The squad that Reshi had left behind were not strictly under her command, they were simply a mishmash of contracts who had come together for this one job. But when she had taken the lead near the crash-site they had silently agreed to follow. Not because they had agreed she would lead on this mission, but because they could see that time was of the essence and they knew her to be competent enough to not think it worth wasting time to contradict her. But, despite that they were still their own Mdanlorians. They followed her order and set up a perimeter, but being who they were they would interpret it in their own way.

Shyla, the small Pantoran woman who was left in charge of the perimeter, would have had no issue in letting any Mandalorian through, because she hadn't seen the bodies with the beskar on them and as such did not think that pirates could be disguising themselves as Mandalorians and trying to sneak in. So if the big-mouthed Skirata had simply asked nicely she would have let him through. But he had to run his mouth, and that did not sit well with her. So even as a new arrival, a Vizsla going her armor, was talking to him as he tried walking past Shyla, Shyla suddenly lashed out as she lowered her body and unleashed a sweeping kick. Taking Skirata's feet from under him, she would press a knee on his chest once he landed on his ass with her blaster pointed at his neck. "You don't know who I am, you don't know what I do. So don't assume that I won't beat you to tears if you try that again. No one goes in." (@Rhogar)

Reshi, hearing the struggle on her comms, retraced the few steps she had taken into the ship to peek out of the wreckage. Spotting Shyla having fun with a much larger figure, she just shook her head and turned to head back in, when she heard
the shout from one of the new arrivals standing by the perimeter. The black-box, why hadn't she thought of that? Raising a hand of acknowledgment at the woman who had called out (@Sreeya), she dipped back into the wreckage.

"Looks like things are getting heated up out there, better speed things up. I'll cover the engine bay, you hit the bridge," she said to Thane (@Phoenix) over the comms, "we need to look for the black-box."

With that the small group of Mandalorians inside the ship began a more directed search of the ship, not just for survivors and any vague clues that might help them trace down these pirates, but the black-box as well.

@Arclight @vamp @Rhogar @Phoenix @Killa Ree @Sreeya @Scoobert

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

For the time being, Mysha listened. There was a lot that others let drop when one stood still and listened enough. As others appeared, the Kelborn merely tilted her head in acknowledgment but was content for now to merely sit and listen. There were many clans here, but by far the most had been Solus. Still... she almost wished Kotii was on the ground. He had to be here... and sure enough, there was his ship. Even now, they would learn the truth of what happened here, one way or the other. He was the only one she really would have known, but being unknown in this group wasn't a hindrance.

She stepped into the ship with the rest of the group, to investigate.

It was a possibility they were merely skin-stealers, but somehow, it just didn't fit in her mind, and from what she could hear. Reforging beskar'gam to fit a body wasn't easy for just any armorer, let alone for a whole pirate ship. Questions began to rise to the surface in Mysha's mind, but she kept silent. She wouldn't give Skirata even a passing acknowledgment for his aggressive rudeness. The Solus would have already taken care of that.

There were enough boots on the ground; she would help where she could, but for now... she felt about as useful as a screen door on a ship's hull. Perhaps there was something to their armor she could get a closer look at, but they were already looking for the ship's black box. She wouldn't crowd into the Solus' affairs unless asked, but a private message was pinged to the one person she knew of this entire group. She could wait.

Spoiler: Kotii's Comm

If you need me, I'll be on the ground.

 

[Lex Solus]

This was, more or less directly, his fault. Lex had sparked controversy by shooting the Wermal, though he not only did not regret his actions in any way, shape or form, but he would do it again if prompted. He would have done it any day of the week, and he was willing to stand his ground in front of the entire damn Galaxy if they disagreed with his actions. Truth be told, Lex didn't quite understand what the big deal even was--it had only been two stun bolts! He'd taken two stun bolts and gotten up to drag himself through half a kilometer of mud before. The concept of Holonet sensationalism went directly over the Mandalorian's head, of course, and he would remain steadfast in his oblivion if no one explained it to him--which was not likely.

He set down the legs of a Y wing he'd recently acquired a few hundred meters away from the scene, blending in with the other Mandalorians arriving to get a look at the crash scene. Some were just here to gawk, though it seemed many wanted to chip in and try to help. Lex wasn't sure why he was here--to see the repercussions of the events that had unfolded over the past few days? To see if there was any foul play in the crash? To answer for his actions instead of his compatriots? He preferred the latter.

It didn't take long to find Kotii Solus, a man that Lex had heard of and even seen from a distance before. He knew the position he held, and Lex also knew that calls for his reprimanding would be quick to rise. It was best to get it over now and take any punishment in stride, to keep his chin up and answer like a real warrior. He stood next to his ship as he tapped into the comms and addressed Kotii Solus (@Darasuum).

"Lexin Solus, reporting for duty," he saluted, lowkey deeply satisfied to finally be able to speak his language to someone who will understand. It had been a few good months since he'd been in Mandalorian space. "I assumed you'd be looking for me sometime in the near future."

He was easily recognizable as Solus, his crimson armor shiny in the sun. Those who watched the Holonet feed would recognize him as Lex instantly, but even those that didn't would be able to infer. Kotii would have no difficulty finding him. Neither would anyone who wanted to yell at him.

Let the shitshow begin.

@Darasuum

 

[Thane Veren]

Thane cast a glance back toward the Skirata man (@Rhogar) as he arrived. If he didn't recognize Thane's clan, that was more a testament to the man's lack of education on the history of the Mandalorians than a slight against the honor and reputation of Veren. War Councilors under Raz and Leandros Solus who helped bring down the Empire, Protectors serving as the right hand of Mand'alors Ral Aran and Talia Al'Saif when they reclaimed the darksaber, and more. Hopefully the man at least knew those names.

He couldn't hear most of the altercation about the clans being on or off-world, but he kept at his work. He pried the helmet off the dead man, pawing through the blood without concern before unceremoniously dropping the head on the ground.

Got the comm equipment, he said to Resehelle (@Wit). Going to grab the blackbox, he said, sliding the comm into a pouch. He knew from bounty hunting that it could be reverse traced and possibly even get them the location of origin, though the blackbox would do that just as well. Then it was off to the hunt again.

He headed toward what was left of the rear of the ship putting out the flames that were still in the way as he went and started trying to pry the panel free, shoving his knife in to wedge it out.

Hey, help me with this! he shouted to the woman (@Killa Ree) who looked like she was standing around lost and confused. Hopefully if he pried the panel open she'd be able to grab the device through the limited space from beneath, though it might take a bit of contorting to reach it.

@Arclight @vamp @Rhogar @Wit @Killa Ree @Sreeya @Scoobert

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

Relieved to have some purpose, she caught the male's call out to her and moved swiftly over, setting her hammer near the ship as she came closer. The heat from the flames was beginning to die down as they were put out, but she would still help him to pull the panel free first.

It would definitely take some wiggle, though, as she was not exactly the smallest person. She would help to pull the panel free and, once there was a hole big enough, she began to attempt to squeeze through. Not the easiest feat, but she couldn't stand idly by as things were going down. She had to prove her worth.

Sweat was already beginning to bead her forehead, but she began to crouch down once the panel was pried up enough, half-crawling to reach, hopefully, the first clue to what in the seven hells actually happened. She'd have to move quickly as well, she didn't want to stay in narrow, tight spaces for longer than she needed to.

@Phoenix

 

[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss hadn’t awoken that day thinking things would go sideways, but what did he expect? Always seemed when things were going good that was trashed very quickly. All the talk of protests bored him, they didn’t seem to make much headway to begin with.

As well he wouldn’t be aware of any sort of attack and how would he? The weather was nice and he found himself around some of the other members of his clan in particular, Laren wasn’t present at the moment. More than likely doing his own thing like he usually did, being on mandalore gave them a sense of ease but that wouldn’t last long.

“These protestors, any of you hear what about?” He asked his team, “Nothing sir, just random complaints nothing to drastic.” He nodded in response then heard his comms go off to hear Laren asking about any orders about the protesters and the like being pushed to him.

“No I haven’t, all I know is as long as they don’t start to riot, that we hold where we are, I haven’t hard or seen anything on my end. I’m with some of the men and everything had been pretty quiet.”

Then he heard the call for him to make his way to the area of the protesters. Then he would start to make his way to his ship, as would the other near him but another call of haste would come over the comms. Something had happened, and this feeling that came over him was a strange one, one of loss. Something wasn’t right and he had to figure out what happened.

“I’m coming Laren! Me and some of the others of the clan are on our way to support, what in the blazes is going on?!” Then one of the men turned his attention to a screen of what was happening, someone was live streaming the incident. “Laren I’ll let you know when we arrive! Some of the men will find you to support we break into two teams to cover more ground.”

He and his men started their ships shortly after now taking off to assist in anyway they could. Not long after would start to see the area affected where he would link with his brother. “Set down with me, once we land designate two teams one with me the others to Laren. You still fall under our jurisdiction anyone questions your clans leadership send them to one of us to be delt with. Help all you can and do as told, let’s show what clan Vano is able to do for those in need.”

The others sounded off in unison and prepared to land soon. The rest would fall into place as time went on, Rakiss was ready to assist and to help in anyway get to the bottom of this all.

 

[Kotii Solus]

A few moments would pass as Kotii continued to get closer to the trio of ships. It was not an agressive move but would still bring them close. As the Y wing took off, the fang fighters flanked the vessel and appeared to be escorting the ship as it rose into the sky. A reply would beep on the Alor's commlink from either Srucayr or one of his warriors responding. He listened to the short recording as the flight continued. The Mandalorians jaw began to grind his teeth together.

"Looks like member of House Vizsla." Aden said with the hint of a growl in his own tone. The co-pilot's focus was directed towards the starbomber-patrol craft ahead of them in the House's colors and icongraphy. As if on queue the Y-wing belonging to @Gett'se Vizsla hailed him. Hearing his greeting Kotii replied in what he felt was appropriate. "Gett'se Vizsla, this is Alor Kotii Solus. I like to make an entrance." Best done fashionably late according to some people.

Gett'se filled him in on the rest of his side of the story. It sounded like the man had responded appropriately and then excessive force to try and cover up the damage was used by the late arrival of the ODY's forces. When the Vizsla finished informing him he spoke. "This stinks more than a sarlacc's gullet, Gett'se." He was not going to beat around the bush. "You stepped in some reek dung. I think we all did. I just want to get to the bottom of it. Follow my ship and we'll go meet with Srucayr now." If the man agreed they would begin flying towards the site of the protests and war between the Emryc-fan clubs and the locals. That was where the leader of the Orar'dyn'yadr had invited him. It seemed appropriate to meet the man.

Another message popped up. This one popped up on his personal commlink, 'nadala nynir', his caller ID used for @Mysha Kelborn . The grinding of his teeth had all but stopped and one corner of his mouth quirked into the hints of a smile. He wanted to reply and say 'I'll meet up with you soon.' but was too preoccupied to reply right away.

He shook his head as he thought about the implications these series of events would bring. "Bring up the local news. May as well try and under-" But another communication came in, cutting off the Mandalorian. Aden still brought up a news feed but kept it on quiet. Even the reporter from the original event was still on world. How had nobody knocked his lights out yet? Maybe the badger would pay Jako a visit there too.

"You're popular." Aden said in a slightly teasing tone, trying to lighten the mood to which the black-clad badger gave him a gruff side eye and slow turn of his T visor. All the same the Alor answered the commlink. Surprisingly it was Lexin Solus. Kotii was wondering if he was going to have to track the man down or go to Coruscant to reach him.

"Lexin Solus..." Kotii said the name and paused. "Are you alone? If not, find other badgers and I'll return soon enough." The two red and black wings of the Werda Kom'rk rotated around the hull of the ship, matching the similar gyroscopic design of the smaller fang fighters ahead.

Kotii tapped several more controls and opened up a line to broadcast to all within the immediate area. "Attention all Orar'dyn'yadr' you are to stand down and and return to your bases within Mandalorian Space. Your assistance in the defense of Mandalorian space will now be overseen by me and House Solus. To everyone else...If you commit acts of piracy here you are an enemy of House Solus. If you are an outsider coming armed to our planet. You our enemy. If you harm our brothers and sisters and have forsaken your people, you are our enemy. As Arasuum, Kad Harangir, and Hod Haran as my witness, the guilty will pay in blood." The line ended and he banked the ship towards the protests. "Get me an update on what's going on at the crash site" He told Aden who would begin the process momentarily.

@Arclight @Killa Ree @Sreeya @Rhogar @Phoenix @vamp