Fate of the Clans [MANDO ONLY]

[Sreeya]

OoC: Horizon asked me to rp his char

Saren was on a set trajectory, Titus honed in on his HUD. The rifle had already begun firing, a stream of bullets spraying across the air as he catapulted himself across the room. However, his jetpack appeared to abruptly malfunction. It was almost as if invisible hands had tampered with it, but Saren wasn't exactly in the position to inspect. The faulty jetpack sent him sailing in a different direction, his body spinning as he shot across the room like a ricocheting bullet. However, he didn't take his finger off the trigger, ensuring that a rain of bullets swept across everyone. Armored bodies dropped to the ground, and whether they were Loyalist or Separatist wasn't Saren's concern.

Saren's aerial adventure ended with him heading right towards a wall. However, he had time to reorient himself, twisting his body around so it was at a 45 degree angle from the ground, his boots headed for the wall. The collision was abrupt, the resulting jerk rippling through his body. He did not stay there, using the wall as leverage to take one step, and then another. Pushing off from the resistance, especially with the speed he had flown in on, he suddenly jump backwards into a diagonally aligned flip.

The rifle dropped from his hand in the meantime, both arms reaching for the twin WESTAR 34 pistols. After bouncing off the wall, he jumped and landed directly upon the shoulders of a man that had been standing across the wall. As the Mandalorian began to spin around, shocked at having someone sitting atop his shoulders, Saren unleashed fire from both his pistols. The bullets once again spraying in every direction, towards the Loyalists primarily. Bodies dropped from the assault, and soon he realized the attention was on him.

As shots began to fire back, Saren suddenly dropped backwards, flipping clear off the poor Mandalorian that took the full assault that was meant for him. Saren did not look back, completing his flip into a backwards roll to reclaim his rifle and dart through the crowd, only to emerge again on the side opposite of the door, across the platform and where the most Loyalists stood. Saren didn't care if any Seps got in the way. He resumed his constant volley of fire, leaving a trail of bodies.

 

[Apollyon]

A'den watched a Wookie grab Alarann, "Kill the Wookie, the Fosh is coming with us! Cassy, Junn put that animal down!" A'den ordered before launching a tranquilizer dart into Drrel's neck, "Someone collect thay damned fool!" A'den barked pointing at Drrel's position, before turning and blasting some Mandalorian Loyaltist in the forehead. "Kill any Loyaltists between us and the hangar, the war is back on boys!" A'den yelled with a smile.

Cassy and Junn rolled behind a set of smoldering corpses they each took aim at the hulking Wookie, they opened fire! Their bolts ripped through any Mandalorian between them and their target, his chance of surviving their deadly hail was slim, the Fosh was coming with the Fetts whither the Loyaltists liked it or not.

 

[Crim]

The massive Wookie dragged Alarann and picked up his fallen guns. As he turned to run for the Gamma-1, blaster bolts began to blast by.The Wookie picked up speed, running for the exit. As he entered the doorway to the hangar, a few bolts tore through him. He handed Alarann to Eire and collapsed. "Jericho, no!" she said. "I've got Alarann, you get Jericho," Jenkins said as Eire handed Alarann to Jenkins. Eire heaved the massive Wookie into the ship and carried him to the medbay, laying him on the table. Deneris ran into the ship, escorting multiple Loyalists.

"How's Jericho?" Deneris said, out of breath.
"Critical. He needs bacta," Eire said. "Is everyone on board?"
"I think that's everyone."

 

[Django]

Having did his best to get out of the way of the blolts heading his way he was on the ground. He simply fell and hoped for the best. If it wasn't for the help, directly or indirectly, he would have been hit and might be dead. Damn, another Sep who Titus owed his life to. If the choas hadn't had ensued, he would have thanked him. Getting up he nodded at Cabur as if to say, see you later and walk off.

Titus did his best to make his way to the leader of Clan Skirata, Eire. He didn't know her personally, but he knew he should be by her side if everyone was going to die. After being shot at several times, he was really tired. But he got to her, and he followed behind her as she had everyone leave. He hopped onto Gamma-1 and nodded towards her, "You don't mind if I stick with you, do you? I am a Skirata, just as you."

 

[Apollyon]

"Damn...what do we do sir? Pursue them?" Junn asked A'den. "No...recover Drrel and let's get out of here!" A'den barked, the reaction was immediate and swift.

Junn grabbed Drrel's shoulder, "We are leaving and you are coming bud!" He barked, had the dart hit Drrel the tranquilizers would be kicking in. Junn pinched Drrel in his unhelmeted face and threw him over his shoulder, they weren't leaving a man behind.

 

[Orphen]

Alarann began to come around, he was missing pieces of his body. The once nimble mobile fosh was now little more than a one armed toreso with a head. His armour was near obliterated... his fathers' armour. The legacy that was Alarann, the name, what it meant. Alarann now knew betrayal. Far greater than anything, or anyone else he knew. He felt himself being caried. Though the combat stimulants in his system helped him out a little, as well as the minor life support functions of his remaining armour. Alarann wasn't dead, and this wasn't over... Not by a long shot.

Pain, pain began to quickly encircle the Fosh's legs. His shattered armour had splintered inwards and created a greusome scene. Though not one Mandalorians weren't assustomed to. Alarann knew what was going to happen, he was going to lose them. It was as simple as that. But that failed to eliminate his cries of anguish. Those missiles had killed others though, seperatists in the explosion. They were hitting themselves with their sprays and demolitions. Alaranns one good hand held onto his shield. His blade was recovered by his rescuers.

Bacta!? where's mine? The fosh thought as he reached deeply into his armour pulling out a vial with his good hand and inserting it into the back of his neck. The Bacta injection pumped through his body, but as much as it began to heal his burns and wounds. The only real thing it did was numbed the pain...

Though, even through movement Alarann still couldn't speak, he had a full concussion, as well as possible other mental damages. But the Bacta was working through most of them. The ringing in his ears was nearly finished. He was alive. Thanks to them...

 

[Vencu]

A dozen sensory alarms were triggered in unison, each one represented by a holographic icon on Corden's heads-up display. They flashed dimly in red, yellow, or orange, highlighting short lines of text in both Aurebesh lettering and Mandalorian runes.

Charging Weapons Detected... Proximity Alert... Blaster Discharge Detected... Blaster Discharge Detected... Proximity Alert... Rocket Launch Detected... Proximity Alert... Warning: Rocket Detonation Detected... Proximity Alert... Warning: Incomming Projectile Detected... Proximity Alert... IFF Rountine Initiated: Acquiring Targets... Targets Acquired... Tracking... Tracking...

Small targeting brackets had appeared within seconds, superimposed over all the warriors in Corden's immediate line of sight. Some were green, clearly indicating friendly forces. Others were bright red, indicating hostiles. It was all a blur of motion and color. The densely packed chamber was far too crowded to safely discriminate between targets. Blaster bolts lanced out in all directions, choosing the targets they hit or missed at random. Corden saw Separatist and Loyalist warriors slumping to the deck in every direction. It was clear that many of them had been caught in the crossfire. Sure, some had been genuine targets, but Corden could see that many others had been hit with friendly-fire. This wasn't war. It was a bloody massacre.

"Mandokar. Initiate hull breach protocol at my location. Isolate and contain biological signatures."

The loud, piercing whine of an alarm klaxon sounded and Corden's audio suppression system kicked in automatically. Right on cue, shimmering walls of energy materialized out of thin air, knocking warriors aside as they divided the chamber into sections.

A long line of text scrolled across Corden's heads-up display as he stood within his own shielded cube on the platform.

WARNING. HULL BREACH REPORTED IN SECTOR FOUR, LEVEL AD'ETA, AMMUNITION STORAGE, PRIMARY MAGAZINE. CONTAINMENT FIELDS ACTIVATED. EXTERIOR SHUTTERS CLOSED. EMERGENCY RESPONSE CREWS ENROUTE.

Corden knew everything on this level was sealed off now; ammunition storage, the wide service corridors, and even the small auxiliary support hangar where the majority of the visiting leaders had landed their shuttles. It was a drastic measure, but even if Loyalist and Separatist warriors found themselves trapped within the same contaiment fields, at least they would be prevented from spreading this madness elsewhere.

"Lucius... we can't afford to drag this war out any longer. You have my word that the di'kute responsible for the breach of the ceasefire will be held accountable, but I must ask you to reconsider your challenge for the sake of unity. You and I can put an end to this..." Corden turned to the containment field just below the platform where Lucius stood. Bodies littered the floor at the other warrior's feet, "Please, ner vod. Trust me. This is our last chance at peace... I can't afford to make this offer again. Accept and I swear you will have a key role in shaping our future. Refuse and the blood of millions will be on your hands."

 

[Lupe]

Hell was what the general saw. All hell broke free, Loyalist screaming at separatist, and separatist responding with blaster fire. Both sides were wrong, but the separatist weren't even firing, it was the Ordo Clan, they started it all. Worthless war dogs they have become, all they want is blood for that reason they do not think. What they did needed punishment, needed some form of retaliation, but now was not the time, mandalorians were dying. He watched as the loyalist attempted to retreat, and the separatist, confused, fired at their own and at loyalist. Luckily, Lucius was away from the main conflict as such was not affected much, but those who did approach him to kill fell dead within seconds.

A Containment field then arose and Lucius looked up at Corden. For once the man was making sense. As much as it pained him to accept it, the challenge would need to postponed. "Yes, the war needs to stop, but now that you have all the animals locked in cages. Let us settle things right here, right now. Let us show them how true Mandalorians act. A duel not a massacre. Terms still apply, the superior dueler is the new leader of the mandalorians. Agreed? Peace will still happen whether you or I lose" he said sternly, the duel was what they wanted, not more speeches not more talk. Mandalorians want action not words.

 

[Vencu]

"This is Vencu. All Seps are ordered to stand down immediatly. The ceasefire is still in effect. Remain where you are and tend to the wounded. Medics are enroute to retrieve casualties. Do not hinder them."

Corden switched off his helmet's internal comlink and reactivated the external speakers.

"Call your warriors off." Corden shouted above the din. He suddenly focused on an icon displayed near the bottom left corner of his HUD and blinked twice. The containment field preventing Lucius from mounting the platform dissipated, "Allow my medics to evacuate the wounded to the nearest medbay. I'll leave the remaining containment fields up to prevent further bloodshed and we can settle this the Mando way."

 

[Crim]

Eire was about to interject when the trigger happy Ordos opened fire on the crowd. They had gone too far. Eire said, "Herroth, warm up the Gamma-1 and evacuate the civilians! I knew this was too good to be true!" She reached for her Bryar pistol, taking it from her side holster. "It's no use! We're trapped in the room!" he said. Suddenly, there was a large explosion and a man, Alarann, went down. "We've got an injury! Jericho, get this man out of this fight!" Eire said. The Wookie complied and dragged the injured man to safety.

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Ordo had started firing on the crowd. It was only a matter of time. They were too trigger happy for their own good. Kalen Bralor looked around and saw a group escaping. Most of them were in Clan Skirata... Eire's Sabertooth squad. She and Kalen had a run-in a few times before. The woman was tough... let's see how tough she was. She wanted concussive rounds so Kalen could finish her off. Loading her sniper rifle, Kalen aimed down the sights and fired.

Kalen took a running jetpack-jump over the crowd and landed near Eire. She used her wrist-launchers to send a missile at Eire. Eire rolled out of the way, the rocket exploding behind her, weakening the wall. Eire used her wristlauncher to return two rockets at Kalen, which missed and hit the wall behind her. Kalen then took her gun out and began shooting at Eire. Running for cover, Eire returned fire, making Kalen's jetpack go out of control. She removed the jetpack and fell to the ground as the jetpack flew around the room, finally hitting a weakened area of the wall and exploding.

Another round of shots from Kalen almost hit Eire. Eire ducked during the attack and then ran for Kalen. Kalen took a kicked at Eire, hitting Eire back. Kalen also fell over; Eire was a bit more solid than Kalen had expected. During the fall, Kalen had dropped her guns, as had Eire. Eire's Bryar pistol landed out of reach, though Kalen's gun was in reach of both of the women. Kalen scrambled for the gun as Eire stepped on the gun and crushed it.

Kalen extended her arms and vibroblades flipped from her wrist-launchers as she said, "I've waited for this for a long time."
"Likewise, Bralor," Eire said.

As Kalen menacingly walked towards Eire, Eire stumbled around in her pocket.
"Can't find your sword, Eire?" Kalen said.
"Go ahead and start without me," Eire sarcastically said. Kalen raced for Eire, swords out. Eire ducked and, at the same time, found what she was looking for.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something, Kalen," Eire said.
"What's that, Eire?"
"I used to hang out with the Nightsisters."

Eire activated her lightwhip and slashed at Kalen. Kalen ducked and ran at Eire again. Eire jumped over Kalen and landed behind her. She whipped at Kalen, striking her in the shoulder. Kalen turned around and slashed at Eire. Eire quickly dodged and sent a Force blast at Kalen. Kalen slid back, but stayed on her feet. She slashed at Eire again, this time hitting Eire in the arm. There was a large gash in her arm, revealing a metallic slice. As it slowly began to heal, Eire struck at Kalen as Kalen slashed at Eire's face.

Eire's helmet visor shattered as the front of the helmet was sliced. Eire removed the helmet and tossed it back. The side of Kalen's helmet had also been struck, stunning her. Eire grabbed Kalen by the wrists and headbutted her. There was the sound of metal-on-metal. The front of her helmet was warped. Eire headbutted the stunned Separatist commander again, smashing the front of her helmet even more. Kalen removed her helmet, revealing a bloodied face.

She fumbled for her gun as Eire began to make another move. She found it and shot Eire in the stomach. "I don't play fair," Kalen said. Eire looked at Kalen. Her wound was already healing. "Neither do I," she said as she slashed with her lightwhip. Kalen's head hit the floor and rolled as her body stood there for a minute before toppling like a fallen tree.

"Remember that time you called me a bitch? Who's laughing now?" Eire taunted as she moved on to help Jericho pull Alarren out of trouble. They leaned him against a crate in cover as Eire looked at the wall. She hardened her fists, smashing it, but it didn't even make a dent. "Damn it! What is this wall made of?"

She looked around. Most of her squad was in the same chamber, but Skot was in a different chamber. "Skot, hang on, I'm gonna find some way to get you out of here," she said.

 

[Django]

Titus watched a couple expressions change to an odd one. He studied their faces in what felt like slow motion, and he could tell something was wrong. He turned his head slightly and saw a figure rising up above the crowd and bolts heading his way. Wanting to live, Titus ducked down to the ground quickly. Essentially simply kicking his cane where he had placed all of his weight and he tumbled to the ground. He rolled away the best he could, but the crowd was so packed he was barely able to move.

A bolt landed at the ground next to him with a deafening BOOM, and a few people standing near him dropped to the ground probably dead. Titus got to his feet quickly, so fast it even surprised him. He saw the figure flying around edaritcally heading towards the wall.

Random gun fire erupted, and his attention from the figure was drawn away. The section where Clan Ordo was at was where the initial mess started. Ordo Scum Titus thought. Trigger happy fools.The fighting quickly caught on throughout the entire place and soon, it seemed like Titus was back at the Battle of Fenris. Of course this place lacks the snow, and ice, and coldness, but he was there. Back in the same situation.

Titus scooped down and picked up a pistol from one of the dead bodies and his cane, and made his way towards where Clan Skirata was at. They would need his help if they were going to get out of this mess alive. Even if he needed a cane to get around, he was still a pretty good shot.

Returning fire on the way there, he was sure not to really draw attention to himself. At first he was scared he would be ganged up on by the entire surrounding Separatist but maybe they didn't think he was worth his time.

Finally getting to where Clan Skirata was at, Titus navigated his way to the Mandalorian who was representing the Clan. All he caught was her first name, Eire. Getting to her proved harder than he thought, but when he did he saw she had just finished a battle. Then out of nowhere, containment fields came up separating the Mandalorians into sections. This could either be a very good thing and end the fighting, or just make the chaos more organized.

In his chamber he could see Eire and by the looks of it, her squad. There were some others to but they were not entirely hostile yet. Titus Skirata, reporting for duty, Eire. I didn't catch your last name.

 

[Lupe]

Lucius walked up to the platform, rolling his shoulders a bit. He turned on his comm to all loyalist forces "All Loyalist forces stand down and enjoy the show." Even in times of turmoil, he managed to find a way to make things fun. He turned on his external speakers as he got on the platform. "It is done" he said as he took a few paces away from Corden and pulled out the two swords on his back "So is this to the death or what?" he asked before they could begin.

 

[Apollyon]

There was a snap and a hiss as the force fields locked the Fetts in a compartment, A'den comprehended Vencu's plan and it would have been ingenious had a fight not spread throughout the different sects. "Sir...I believe our day has gotten a lot worse..." Junn reported as he surveyed the scene, pointing towards the loyaltist forces that occupied the compartment they were locked in. "Thank you Captain Obvious!" Cassy hissed venomously as she raised her rifle. "Hmm...a field promotion...NICE!" Junn joked as he drew his vibro-knives out and took a ready stance.

Cassy opened fire on several Loyaltist forces, each target fell with a scream. The forces turned towards the Fetts, most drew melee weapons and charged, Junn responded by charging the loyaltists and charging them. Due to Junn's mastery over close combat the enemies stood no chance, he cut through their ranks. "STOP!" A'den shouted, both Junn and Cassy stopped and looked at A'den, the Loyaltist forces stopped as well. "Vencu ordered the ceasefire to continue...and that's what we will do, so ceasefire!" A'den ordered as he glared at his Aliit. "We came to forge peace among the clans NOT increase the body count!" A'den said as he moved his head from Mandalorian to Mandalorian. "Now let's see WHO we are trapped with...shall we?" He asked before he walked towards the Loyaltists trapped in the same cell block as both he and his Aliit.

 

[Vencu]

Corden detached the flail from the magclamp holding it in place at his hip and let the weighted ball fall to the deck. The cable connecting it to the hilt fell loose, uncurling until the line was taut. Taking a step back and blinking at the icon on the lower left corner of his HUD once more, he reactivated the containment field, effectively sealing Lucius and himself in.

"I'll leave that decision up to you." Corden replied, his tone oddly flat and void of emotion, "In your final moments."

Corden sprung forward without warning, depressing the activator switch on the hilt of the flail and producing a second weapon, an exotic mace, from a magclamp at his back. The weighted ball of the flail, plasma shimmering across its surface, swept back behind Corden briefly before being launched forward. Corden guided it toward Lucius' right boot, aiming for the ankle. He knew it could easily miss, instead striking the armor on the man's shin or heel. Corden decided that was acceptable, too. His goal was to knock the man off his feet and perhaps even slow him down with an injury to his right foot or ankle. He swung high with the mace, feinting an attack toward Lucius' helmeted head. If Corden was lucky, Lucius would focus on the attack arcing toward his head and not the flail far below. One sword could be knocked away, two swords could block either attack with effort, but splitting the individual swords between two separate attacks would weaken the power behind each block. Corden knew the flail would still hit home if Lucius blocked with only one sword. If he was extremely fortunate, he could knock the sword from Lucius' hand. The mace was a different story. Corden would sweep it back around at the last moment to keep it within range to block any counter-attack or, if the opportunity presented itself, land a deadly blow.

 

[Tokuhara]

Drrel begins to come to, unaware of what has transpired recently.

"Sir, what happened? Last I remember, I was charging those Ordo traitors. Was I hit?"

Drrel still has his helm on, confused as all get-go.

 

[Crim]

"It's just Eire," she said. "Looks like we just have to sit back and watch the show," Eire said. She shared a few venomous glares with some Separatists before turning to face the stand. She walked to the middle or her containment field and looked around. Her squad gathered with her, as did several other Loyalists. If the situation went downwards again, they'd be ready for a charge.

 

[Orphen]

Alarann however was in a world of hurt, having been taken to the nearest Medbay he was about to undergo something both increadibly painful, and increadibly demeaning. First things first, he regected the use of any and all medication via ingection into his skin, they were dealing sith a fosh. His heart beat so quickly the normal doses combined with his size would do more harm than good. Though they stripped him of his 'remaining' armour and began quick work to remove pieces from him. But ultimately, he needed a Bacta tank.But many others did too. So Alarann was gambling. Many people didn't know wether he was a loyalist or a Sepp at this point, though it didn't matter with the chaos. The mando doctors didn't seem too bothered.

They first saw the mess that was his legs. They'd thought of extracting the armourd shards. But it was too late for that. His legs would be unusable, his tendonds were shredded into confetti, from his knee down on one leg, and from his upper thigh on the other. He'd lost a lot of blood, but synthetic was hooked up and pumping. Lasic amputation was the way to go. Through X-ray monitoring they could judge how much of his legs were saveable. And they needed to do it quick as patients were stacking up. Some of the assisstants had to leave for emergency aid, and some of the more dire Mandos were simply being given something to ease the pain, as they died their warriors death. Proud.

Alarann after being cleaned up and wrapped, felt less in pain, and more achey. He'd lost his limbs, for now. And was then moved into a bed with the remnants of his armour and armaments. There were quite a few rooms to spare now, though he was placed under surveilance. He couldn't believe what had happened. He was shocked, stunned. and on a constant feed of bacta for the time being, as he was one of the first to be retrieved. Thanks to the kind efforts of others who had placed him near'er the entranceway.

Once he was concious fully. Medicated up in tiny doses. he looked at his limbs. he couldn't take his eyes off them, he was missing almost 1/3 his body now. his left arm from just below the elbow. one leg almost entirely, and the other from the knee. He couldn't move his toes, or heels or anything of the like, they just weren't there... the stumps were light to move. Alaranns breathing shuddered. He didn't think he had the money or backing for prosthetics. It would be up to the mandalorians as a whole if they deemed him apt enough to keep fighting. He'd felt an unknown force tug him out of the air and ground him. Force users were uncommon amongst the mandos. But that was a cowardice move.

"Honor is dead..." Alarann muttered. his head resting against his pillow as he did not sleep. But bringing himself close to it in a kind of field rest. The kind of sleep you get in the trenches, always 1/2 awake. And at the ready. he slept with a songsteel blade under his pillow. Hoping either someone came to visit him with kind assuring words... His ears still ringing loudly from the concussion...

 

[Lupe]

"Really? Wow, thanks" Lucius exclaimed, in contrast of his opponent's bland tone, as his opponent drew primitive weapon from his back, it looked dangerous, though archaic in more than one sense. Lucius stood ready, hands to either side, swords in each hand. His right foot forward with his rear foot in behind. Corden made the first move with a pincer attack, with the mace aiming at the general's head and the flail towards his ankle. As the pincer attack came at him Lucius would lean his head back as a precaution and raise a hand to the mace, his prosthetic hands loosening its grip on the sword to easily catch the notches of the weapon, the force knocked him back a little raising his lead foot just enough to dodge the plasma flail. The force of the mace would normally just knock Lucius, or any other in this case, away but he swung his wrist in time with the momentum of the weapon as he grabbed it, letting it swing downwards until Lucius got a good hold and stopped it, which then allowed Lucius to spin into Corden's mace arm, on the opposite side of the swing.

Spinning into the attack, Lucius threatened to hyperextend the arm of Corden, using his already built up momentum and inhuman strength, positioning himself slightly behind him left shoulder to left shoulder as one of Lucius’ vibroswords were gripped in reverse firmly in his hand. Using the momentum Lucius' sword would aim to be plunged into Cordens’ shoulder with post human strength. The extreme hyper-extension threatening to amputate the entire limb should the attack work. Should it not, there was an incredibly high probability that Corden would have to drop the mace to save his arm. Where Lucius would discard it to the opposite side of the chamber well away from himself in the same swing as to avoid any form of explosion or the like. The spinning motion however, other than the opportunity to get behind his opponents wild though calculated swing served the purpose to build momentum…

Lucus from behind Corden's back, his opponent would almost have to naturally turn, if not it would just make things worse for Corden. At the apex of his spin, balancing himself Lucius crouched low, quite low infact, spinning on a pivot of his left leg he would let out a powerful and incredibly fluid strike with his right leg, capable to shattering Corden's kneecaps if he turned into the attack, if he did not in fact turn it would hit the back of his kneecaps hard enough to make him either kneel or bend backwards. Almost two thousand pounds of kinetic force stretched through Lucius’ armored body as the kick would connect with Cordens’ far side. Planting his left hand on the ground gave the kick immeasurable power as well. If he were to follow Lucius with his eyes and were he to reconstitute the swing, he would have to control the swing of the flail to follow Lucius and break his own eye contact and leave himself blind for the fractions of seconds that were vital to him to avoid the attack, which would most likely soar over Lucius’ head.

The process would be completed in a single fluent motion, Lucius’ mechanically enhanced speed playing to his advantage, as well as his strength. Corden was barely fighting a human. He was a fool. “You’re slow.” Lucius taunted. “Not a good start for you Sir.” Honest respect for his former rank in his voice, but a rebellious nature seeping through between the cracks… This would be fun.

 

[Grand Moff Odile Vaiken]

Watches the duel carefully keeping track of the duelers every action and response he is hoping that his long time friend Lucius duel this opponent who is as skilled as Lucius is. He realizes this is the end of Lucius he can not survive against Corden. He walks near A'den and his fellow A'litt and watches the remaining fight with a critical eye.

 

[Vencu]

As his opponent halted the mace in midswing and narrowly avoided the flail, Corden lunged forward abruptly, seizing the opportunity that had presented itself. The pull on the mace dissipated as he rushed forward, intent on slamming into his off-balanced opponent and knocking him backward with a powerful headbutt. At the same time, he thrusted the mace in the direction it was already being pulled, hoping to knock away the sword that Lucius held loosely in that same hand. With any luck, Corden would shatter the transparisteel of his opponent's helmet, knock away the sword, and force his opponent to fall backward in one swift movement.

It wasn't pretty. It wasn't graceful. It didn't follow any established rules of close quarters combat or war in general. But then it wasn't meant to... Corden's fighting style wasn't just dirty, it was brutal and unrelenting. It wasn't surprising that many viewed his technique, if it could even be called that, as near-suicidal. An overwhelming offense tended to put down the opposition swiftly or at the very least, render them incapable of a counter-attack. In battle he lived in the moment. He became a lethal weapon. Nothing mattered, neither loss of life or limb, as long as it was the enemy who fell first. Consumed by this battle-rage, utterly focused on the task at hand, he felt no emotion. He was driven to defeat his foe by any means neccesary and those gathered in the containment fields below would no doubt see the raw power and fury behind his every movement. He fought without restraint; like a cornered nexu or a man with nothing to lose. That was his strength; his power. Machines had limits. A man with an unconquerable will had none.