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Kotii and Cas had gone up a level. That mean he had to draw fire so the new enemies had no idea they were about to get beamed from the same level. His visor would shift to some of the Solus' <"Brothers and sisters, distract the enemy with me!"> He would break from cover, slinging the disruptor...

Thankfully, Skjorn wasn't the only one with a good shot. The death of two, would give their enemies pause, for now. Moving in after Kotii, a hail of blaster fire would rain towards them and he dove for cover. Droidekas. He hadn't ever fought one before. And he was sure none of his kin had fought...

War. The song of their people, the will of their God. This is what it looked like when a people's heart beat as one and the hearts of the Mandalorians had been beating as one since Concord Dawn. Skjorn would leap into the ship, magboots locking, the Orar'da'yadr streaming in behind him. Though...

Today his DC-17x was in blaster rifle modulation to make use of the narrower corridors. His disrusptor rifle was also slung over his back and at his waist was his beskad. Orar'da'yadr and Solus would once again storm into the abyss together, another day their forebears would only have dreamt of...

Kotii was good at slicing, efficient. It was a rare skill for their kind and one he respected. No sooner than Cas spoke did the sound of blasterfire hitting the wall respond. Luckily there had been time enough for Kotii. As he climbed in, Skjorn would get settled. "Sisters, brothers, move." He...

"We won't abandon you, I'm sure they have two garrisons. We'll hold this point, Brother." Skjorn would say to Kotii. Stepping away from the map, he'd pat Cas's shoulder. "Kadspeed, Sister. See you on the other side of this." He would then rejoin his warriors as they made their final preparations...

Naturally the Alors decided answer was the common sense answer. Obviously, recon would be done. He had hoped for something more insightful like assets they possessed. But he couldn't be choosy in the moment. When the word came for them to move out, he would ignite his jetpack and fall in line...

Skjorn had accompanied Kotii for this mission to further foster the relations between Solus and the Orar'da'yadr. He wasn't sure if they would ever join the Coalition, but he hoped some sort of friendship would diminish any sort of chance of infighting. With Srucayr busy on Onderon, this would...

With Minerva and her Wren focusing on the left flank, Skjorn and his Coalition forces would target the center and right flanks. Drahr had been stowed in its sling and Skjorn now advanced with Grahala in hand. The DC-17x rifle would snap from left to right as he advanced, scoring hits and forcing...

Srucayr had ordered Cas and Skjorn, as well as a complement of ten Orar'da'yadr warriors to join the warriors of House Solus on this mission. It was meant to foster unity amongst their respective Coalitions and Skjorn was only all too proud to serve his people. Drahr was in his hand, the butt of...

Skjorn would lead the charge as he entered the access tunnel, it was a narrow passage that dipped deep into the earth before angling back up towards the surface. Aside from using jetpacks to fly over, this was the only way from the docks to the shipyards, which meant if they got the alarms...

Skjorn would brush aside the wood and debris as he pushed himself to his feet. "Love it when a plan comes together." So far, so good. They had lost only a handful of warriors in the assault and now seemed to hold the docks. Everyone was calling in with their successes. A glance to the...

He'd scratch his jaw in thought. "Many don't view what they did as the downfall of our people. They levy the forces they went against as the cause. But Kryze, Wren, Vizsla, they walked away from the old gods and then the latter brought back a Cult to try to rediscover their religion. Its amazing...

Skjorn would pull the woman skyward, using her body as a shield before he threw it forward, causing two of the Legionnaires to dive to cover. He would slide into the table behind Ramail. "Kriff! I wanted to pick up where they left off, mesh'la!" He'd laugh as he expelled the charge for his...

Skjorn would listen to her talk, his gaze focused on her. "You can say, coward. No need to be tactful with me. You know I have already made my mind up about the man. You and your Clan deserve better.. he's unwittingly stripped you of your Mandalorian pride.. Now it may not be all his fault.. but...

Skjorn would leap from the boat as it crunched against the shore, unslinging Drahr as he did so. "Minerva, take your Wren's and secure the control post. We need to isolate the docks. Kal, take your men and secure the entry point itself. Ramail, Vix, you're with me. We secure the main area." The...

Skjorn smirked at Ramail. "Oh, of that I have no doubt, though.. I'm not sure I would ever consider Netra'gal 'fresh', least not in a place like this." he said with a laugh. He'd then take the mug and clink it against hers before taking a sip from his mug and setting it back down on the bar...

It wouldn't take long for them to see that whatever was happening at the gates, was beginning to pull reinforcements from the docks. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, the number of guards would be reduced to a tenth of their original number, at least for those visible. Skjorn would give...

Skjorn should have seen her taking that the total wrong way, but he thought that their already forming kinship would let her see what was really being done. So when she grabbed his wrist, he stepped away from her. "Di'kut. If yer thinking that me going for it, then you're missing the point. I...

Mecr'kemir, Concord Dawn (All Mandos: Feel free to ask me to join) Where the direct assault got all the bells and whistles, the sneak attack, didn't. The city of Mecr'kemir sat beside a lake, one that wasn't always the best guarded. Their task was simple: take the ports and then hangar bay...