Winter comes as things heat up (open)

[Matt]

*Snow belts down onto the frozen plains of Mandalore...The capital cities buidings are covered in it as the cold cears all the people out as they leave to vaoid the cold chill that reaches the cities of the world atleast once a year, Planet Mandalore's climate was erratic to put it lightly...as the snow hit the ground and made visibility nealry impossible far above the planet in orbit a vast operation was in process...they were large ship buillding facilities as well as orbital defence platforms...as the spark of hundreds of engineers litter the surface of these structures a large ship circled the working engineers...a large battleship of mandalorian design...its guns quiet as it moves in and out of the huge effort being put forwrad to create the structures...On the ship of the battleship a single mandalorian stood in his black armour as the glare form the planet's sun seeps into the bridge of the battlehship glareing off his armour as he stands quielty looking out....deep in thought*

*As he stood there things went though his mind at a million miles an hour...could it be rebuilt? Was his great plan of showing the galxy his people were back and in strength worth the risk? He couldn't doubt himself...not now..not whne he had to show an iron will...he knew leaders had to be a sea of clam...inspire there men with there complete confidence...he smiled to himself slightly remembering his past lessons taught to him by his father...It would be rebuilt....and his great plan would succedd there was no doubt about it...the mandalorians would return to the galaxy and he would see to it....or die trying*

 

[Who Wrecks?]

*In a hangar off in the center of the city guards came crowding around. Apparently the former mandalore had come out of exile...still oblivious to the fact that a new mandalorian had taken his position. The small transport touched down and the ragged warrior stepped out into his once loyal world.*

"Brothers! I have returned!"

*The guards around him were very unique with there responses to this. Some cheered...others looked away, and others still glared. Something was wrong here...*

 

[Matt]

*A communication is sent up to the bridge....as the news reached his ears he turned and strode across the bridge enterting the lift that shot downwards though the ship....it hurtled down quickly beams of light thing it as it went down deck by deck until it reached the hanger....He steped out onto the hanger...He went towards one of the small shuttle and shot down though the atmosphere of the planet...the snow still falling thickly as the ship settles onto a lnding pad....He steped out quickly and made his ay across the city using the mono-rail....after several minuates he reached the area the report had come from..as the crowd move dout of his way for him he stood face to face with....him*

"So..You return at last"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

*He sneered and peered at the visor of the beautiful suit of armour.*

"Who you s'pposed ta be? Me?"

*He chuckled a little until he realized that this man probably did take his position...and he probably wouldnt want to give it back without a fight.*

ooc:I'm not really gonna take the position back...thats just what hes thinking... :4:

 

[Matt]

ooc: I knew you would do something LOL

*His eyes narrowed dangerously*

"No...I am Mandalore...I AM a leader..You however are a child not fit to be our leader...what do you want?"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"What do I want? Hmm...let's see...my armour, my planet...and oh, let's say MY GOD DAMN PEOPLE!"

*He hacked up a wad of spit and spewed it towards his processors feet. He did not need this...he had been gone for too long and this was not the best welcome back party. Maybe he should spice it up a little...*

 

[Matt]

"I unlike you am I true mandalorian...You want it...You take it fomr my dead body"

*He squuzed his wrist tightly and the armour actually made a small cracking sound...this was what he lived for..he knew this Darius an excellant fighter at heart...but a leader?...No Darius was not*

 

[Astra de Aurora]

Nyrila got out of her bunk as soon as a Mandalorian recruit ran into her room.

"Darius is back! Darius is back!" the recruit began saying wildly.

She glared at the recruit.

"Go. I'm tired."

The recruit left and Nyrila began rushing to the where Mandalore and Darius were.

Crap, not good. We do not need two leaders fighting. Especially two MANDALORES fighting. Even if one is former.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"Fine...but just to make it fair, you can use anything you want...and me? I'll use what God gave meh..."

*He held up his fists and smiled once more. He had heard of this man before he left...definately a challenge. He made a few practice puncheds before motioning for his opponent to attack.*

"Oh yea, and if ya win I'll serve you...or die, whateve...but you lose...you ass is mine."

 

[Matt]

*He makes little motion to defend himself right away..he takes a determiend step forward*

"Do you honestly believe you are the one to lead the mandalorians forward?"

 

[Keanu]

*A large mandalorian only a bit shorter than mandalore came through the crowd he stopped when he saw the 2 mandalore's and inspected them from head to toe. He watched the 2 talk and smiled under his armor*

''Darius... and hmm another Ordo'' He said, looking at them both

*alot of mandalorians were talking at eachother giving their opinion on who they think should be the mandalore*

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"I honestly believe that I am the strongest of the two of us..."

*And with that he ran forward, stopping on a dime right in front of the armour encased foe. No matter how perfectly balanced mandalore's armour was, it was still armour, and that would give DArius the advatage at least speed wise. As he stopped in front of him, he lept into the air, and did a bicycle kick righgt towards his jaw...*

 

[Matt]

*He took his arm back..his great strength being built up in his muscles as he let it out..he let out a massive punch towards Darius outstreched le...there was no real technique used..he merley had to use his strength to cripple his advantage..The punch went straight towards his knee region...he could take the blow but he knew his opponant couldn't take his*

 

[Who Wrecks?]

*As darius's kick went for Mandalore's jaw, mandalore's attack went towards his knee. Both of the fighters knew that without Darius advatage in the speed cateagory there was no fight so, Darius adapted to the situation moving his leg so that it was aiming above mandalores head and taking the rest of his body with it. He was trying to leap over Mandalore and avoid both attacks entirely.*

 

[Matt]

ooc: How are you changing direction while in the air? Can you fly? lol

 

[Who Wrecks?]

ooc:Well my mucles are perfectly toned...think micheal jordan... :4: if not I can change it

 

[Matt]

Ooc; Well...it has a large wtf? factor to it so it might help :4:

 

[Who Wrecks?]

ooc:Oki...wait one sec...Imma just repost

*The oncoming attack would definately cripple him if it hit driectly. Possibly could sepearate his shin from the rest of his body, and then he defiantely wouldnt be faster and would loose his entire advantage. But there was almost nothing he could do, it was coming so fast. He tried to swerve his leg just a little to avoid the blow hitting him in the knee cap.*

 

[Matt]

*His blow smashed into his theigh hard....he felt his hard armoured hand hit his muscle's...this weavered Darius leg slightly but it still meant his foot hit him right on the ball of his chin...he fell back slightly recovering from the blow as he tried to straighten up and regain his composure*

 

[Who Wrecks?]

*The attack was like a charlie horse times one million...Just the force of the attack sent him flying across the hangar floor and into a crowd of mandalorians. He could barely stand...but he'd fight on.*

"That the best you got?"

*He said, wearily standing up and limping back into the fight.*