Fate of the Clans [MANDO ONLY]

[Lupe]

Lucius' graceful move was interrupted before it could even begin. His opponent, Corden decided to make a brash move and charge Lucius while he still was on one foot. It was smart move, somewhat, giving Lucius little time to think and react, but little time was all he needed. While Corden's strength was being stupid and brash, Lucius' strength was being adaptable, able to make the best out of almost any situation. So he sacrificed his sword, dropping it to the ground, in order to get a better grip on the mace, lowering his wrist a tad so that his wrist and Corden's touched. Then, once the brute was close enough, Lucius would lower his right foot, which was in the air a little so that almost touching the ground, setting up his body for what was to come. Lucius then would reach Corden's upper arm or shoulder, whichever one gave Lucius a better grip, and gripped it hard. Lucius would then fall back, using Corden's own momentum to make him fall on top of him. Once Lucius hit the floor, he would deposit his wrist blades into Corden's wrist and shoulder/upper arm, with enough force to pierce the armor, while putting his foot on Corden's mid section. The blow would cut into the wrist's Median antebranchial vein and the shoulder's Subclavian Vein, or the upper arm's Axillary Vein and since they were still moving it would tear also. The damage would be near fatal, causing Corden to bleed out eventually causing him to lose feeling in his arm and wrist, and if left untreated would leave him devoid of feeling altogether, and the fact that Corden was on an adrenaline rush made it worse. Lucius would then withdraw his blades from their targets, and kick out so that Corden would flip behind behind him, and since Lucius never stopped, as this was all one fluid motion, used the momentum Corden had going to do so, along with the cybernetic implants in his leg. The chance that Corden could dodge the counter was minute, since he was so focused on the attack and ignoring his own safety, along with the fact that all the counter was doing was redirecting Corden's own energy against him. The move would also be quick, spanning around five seconds, giving Corden little chance to react.

After the attack was done, Lucius would flip back up, off the ground. He would turn, facing Corden. If the attack was successful, which was a pretty good chance, the fight would be basically over, unless Corden wanted to continue. So Lucius would give him the option "Do you give up?" Getting into position, still ready to keep on fighting.

 

[Vencu]

Just before Corden's helmeted head slammed forward into his opponent, he saw the sword to his left fall away and the hand that had been gripping it tighten on the mace. Meeting little resistance, the mace continued forward briefly, shoving Lucius' arm backward at an odd angle before Corden released it from his grip. There was no way it could be used to pull Corden in any direction now.

Corden felt a stab of pressure on his upper arm before his helmet hit home. The reactive foam and gel padding in his helmet dispersed a great deal of the energy behind the powerful impact, but he could already feel a trickle of blood running down his forehead as a result of the attack. A very small price to pay, he thought.

For a brief moment, he had felt the sudden pressure of a blade tip piercing through the armorweave and beskar alloy mesh overlay just below his shoulder, pinching the skin directly beneath the layers of his bodysuit. He wasn't sure if the blade had broken the skin, but he knew his headbutt couldn't have come at a more opportune time. As his opponent, already off-balance, was knocked backward by the attack, the blade had obviously been pulled with him.

Corden followed through with a swing of the flail. The ball buzzed as it flew in from the right, headed directly for Lucius' left side. The warrior on the ground had little chance to avoid it, even if he tried rolling away. Any block attempt, be it with sword or arm, would still do significant damage to the object it came in contact with... that was assuming his opponent was no longer dazed from the first attack and could summon the strength, speed, and coordination needed to act. Corden surpressed a feral grin, reining in his fury and harnessing it for the attack that would follow.

 

[Tokuhara]

Outside the door, Drrel comes too, the shot to the windpipe a serious blow that put him out cold. Fighting to his feet, he removes his helm, staggering to the window, able to barely see his own reflection. Blood. It had poured out of his mouth like the drool of drunken men seeing a Half-naked woman.

He was heading to grab heavier ammo, not to be a coward. Drrel turned, seeing his Mand'alor's duel. He barely smiles, wiping the blood from his mouth. If the Seps were going to end today, may Corden break that man before then.

 

[Raif]

The ceasefire appeared to be back in affect, at least for the mean time, so Jon Viggo holstered his blaster pistol, though he continued to scan and observe his surroundings. He had been using all of his senses, both natural and force given, to understand everything happening around him during the brief but bloody skirmish. What he had seen and felt, both among the common fighters and the two currently dueling for supremacy, made a grim smirk appear on his face underneath his helmet. As was second nature for him at this point he had been keeping his Force signature completely hidden away within himself.

Jon glanced briefly towards the duel, then turned away to regard the rest of the mandalorians nearby, most of them separated by the containment fields.

"Ha! And you Loyalists wonder why we so desperately crave a return to the old ways? Just look around and see what is plainly apparent to the rest of us. You have Force users wielding jetii weapons against us,"

Jon gestured towards Eire when he said this

"... and your supposed champion is more machine than man! How are we supposed to respect you as Mandalorian warriors when you use such dishonorable tactics to fight your battles?"

 

[Kiro]

Watching the fight through the enhanced optics of her buy'ce, Carien Bralor sat on a low overhanging catwalk. Occasionally she'd scan through the crowds, searching for the tell-tale sillouette of a weapon, or the stance of a warrior ready for attack. Her own blaster pistol was resting comfortably in it's holster on her hip. The Mandalorian in the orange and red armour didn't really pay attention to the cat-calls or the words thrown about by the Loyalists or the Seperatists. Words at a time like this were wind of the shebse. Just so much more osik, and just about as fragrant.

However, she did find herself nodding to Jon's cry about the dishonourable tactics of the Loyalists. The Mando'ade had never needed jetiise of their own, and the mere idea of it rankled within her heart. The Loyalists' tactics today had shown that they were indeed hut'uune. Some would perhaps even go as far as to call them dar'mand. Carien herself wasn't certain if she agreed with that. The Loyalists fought for their beliefs, which was honourable in and of itself, but she believed in Mand'alor Vencu, and the Seperatist cause. Though in her mind, the Seperatists were the real Loyalists. Loyal to their heritage. Loyal to the Resol'nare. Loyal to the manda.

"Oya manda! Oya mand'alor Vencu!" She cried out in reply to Jon's words, one blade extending from her gauntlet, before slapping the flat of the beskar alloy blade against her orange chestplate.

 

[Tokuhara]

As Carien begins to chant, Drrel joins her, the chant echoing throughout the ship.

 

[Lupe]

The impact of Corden's headbutt hit Lucius' nose, managing to break it, despite his helmet absorbing some of the blow, and sent Lucius pummeling backwards. He had to let go of Corden altogether and his swords as he landed on the floor, hard. The general let out a painful groan as he recovered his senses, his body screamed at him to give up, his mind fighting against him trying to convince him that he should not continue, but his heart pushed him forward he would not give up, not yet. By now Lucius sense were back to normal and he was able to see the flail coming, he snapped back into action. He pushed on his hands and relaxed his legs, to slide backwards and tucked in his legs to avoid the flail. He would then roll to the side and get up. Once up he would draw one of his knives, holding it in reverse grip and looked at Corden. Under Lucius' helmet were eyes of determination and stern resistance, his face bloodied but his determination unstained.

 

[Vencu]

As Lucius began to push himself off the deck, Corden swung the flail back around, sweeping it in a downward arc toward Lucius' right. It was clear to anyone watching that Lucius was well out of the flail's reach and Corden knew that his opponent would realize that as well. However, at the last moment, when it seemed the flail would zip by harmlessly, Corden thumbed a second switch on the hilt. With a hiss, more cable shot outward, extending even further. As Lucius rose to his feet and produced a knife, Corden knew the other warrior had little to no chance of noticing the abrupt change in length before it was too late. Corden ejected a beskar blade from his left bracer, prepared to rush forward if his attack did indeed hit home.

 

[Lupe]

Lucius didn't move out the way of the flail thinking it would pass by him harmlessly and not wanting to lose ground, but he was wrong. The flail extended and hit Lucius squarely on the chest. The flail caused a gash through his armor, even though it cauterized the wound due to heat emitted from the plasma flail. Not only did it create a gash but it also superheated the armor plating, warping the plating around the wound and forcing it to bend inward, piercing into the skin as it cooled. Judging by the pain he felt far beneath the jagged metal, the impact alone had to have broken at least two of his ribs. The blow sent Lucius to the floor, his body broken. Still he would not quit nor give up, slowly he rose back to his feet, coughing up blood bur facing off Corden still, but he felt dizzy and lightheaded and was losing his footing. Despite this Lucius did his best to stand still and got himself ready to keep on fighting.

 

[Count Sam]

I hope it is not too late to jump in this yet. I will just assume that my character was there since the beginning)

Akela Parjir stood among the other loyalist as the fight was almost over. It seemed that Lucius was heavily injured but still the fight was not over yet. After all, Lucius was still there standing on his feet and he was fighting for the loyalist. It was a sad thing all the blood that has been shed from this civil war, first during the attack on the rangers compound and now during the small fight that occurred. It was a shame that Akela had to watch both events with his eyes but well now he hoped that everything was going to end.

"K'oyacyi Ner vod!!!" Akela shouted to Lucius in Mando'a as he observed him carefully. After all, he had to hang in there and fight for all of the loyalist.

 

[Vencu]

Corden had begun his sprint forward just seconds before the flail hit home, the blade that extended from his left bracer held low and at the ready as he guided the flail in his opposite hand back around for a second sweep. What he saw before him slowed him to a halt just a meter away from his opponent. Lucius, having crumpled to the deck mere seconds before, had somehow pulled himself up despite his grievous wound. A portion of his chest piece had caved in and cauterized flesh was visible between the jagged edges of metal that had been superheated, then cooled rapidly by the flow of blood as they bent inward and pierced his skin.

Corden jerked the flail downward, forcing it to the deck with a loud thud that echoed throughout the chamber. The man who stood before him, already assuming some semblance of a fighting stance, should have been reeling in misery at his feet... Corden could see the pain that even the slightest movement caused as he watched his opponent, but still Lucius remained, firm of purpose despite the impossibility of victory. Stepping closer, flail and blade low at his sides, he approached Lucius as he would a wounded razor cat.

 

[Lupe]

Lucius' body screamed at him, his hearing failing along with eyesight. He could hear nothing but muffled sounds and see only a blurry red image of his opponent. Every breath hurt Lucius' chest, tears began rolling down his cheeks, no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. He was hurting, hurting bad, but it was not his cybernetics that kept him going but his will and honor to fight, he would not give up the fight, he would attempt to save what little honor he had. Lucius saw his opponent approach him and mustered the will to make an attack, probably the final one. He extended his blade on his right hand, dropping his knife, and lunged forward aiming to hit Corden in the chest. The attack would be weak, slow, and probably wouldn't make a scratch on Corden's chest plate, but it was all Lucius could muster, even then he was stumbling when he made the attack. It was his last hope, knowing he had failed the Loyalist he would prefer to die then return defeated.

 

[Vencu]

Corden jumped to the side in a blur of motion, barely avoiding the wild stab at his chest and losing his flail in the process. Despite the power behind the attack, it had been unsuccessful and the powerful lunge that had launched him forward sent Lucius into a stumble. Corden hesitated for only a fraction of a second before shooting forward, his extended blade retracting as he made to grab Lucius before the man hit the deck. With great effort, he hefted the man back to his feet, though Corden supported most of Lucius' considerable weight.


Someone in a containment field below jeered. Not a second later, he heard calls for a quick, honorable death from the containment field opposite the other. From across the chamber, another voice called for Lucius' head, but it was soon drowned out by the shouts of others demanding a clean death or that mercy be shown. The chorus of voices rose ever higher and Corden suddenly realized that the majority of them, both Separatist and Loyalist alike, called for a stop of the bloodshed. Unity.

"This warrior rose up despite his wounds and continued to fight against all odds... he has an unconquerable will. A true warrior spirit." Corden said aloud, carrying Lucius to the edge of the platform, "This man is not my enemy. He is not your enemy. He is a Mandalorian warrior and he is worthy to be called my brother. Let Lucius Veshok's blood be the last spilled by the hand of another Mandalorian... Let this be the last battle between vode."

 

[Kiro]

She nodded with approval as the Mandalore ended the fight. Lucius had fought honourably, like a true and brave warrior. He might have fought for the wrong reasons, and on the wrong side. But that didn't matter. The duel was over. Corden had won. The Mandalorians were now united. That was all that mattered. She rose to her feet on the catwalk, and pounded the chestpiece of her armour thrice.

"Solus droten! Solus Mand'alor!" She cried out, her voice amplified by the speakers in her helmet to carry through the hold. One people. One Mandalore. Just as it should be. She had respected Corden for standing up for the old ways. She had respected him for his skills as a warrior. Now she also respected the man for his wisdom and cunning. Sparing Lucius' life would help to smoothen things with the 'Loyalists'.

 

[Tokuhara]

Drrel begins to cheer. He could forgive the former Loyalists for their zeal. If anything, he saw it in himself.

 

[Crim]

As Eire watched the fight, she looked on with regret. She had served with this man proudly. Not only had he become a teammate, but a brother and a friend. She was happy that he had been spared, but she was broken over what was going to happen due to the loss of the battle. She hung her head low in mourning for the lost honor of the Mandalorians. The Mandalorians would never be the same again.

Honor had been crippled by Vencu, daring to call himself Mandalorian after he betrayed everyone he knew. Now, with the 'peace terms' he will surely put in place, honor was on its deathbed. Vencu knew how to put a team together, but it's easy to herd simple beasts. His followers were blind, shortsighted, and misguided. Eire looked at Herroth, tears streaming down her face.

As she put her helmet back on, she remorsefully said, "Honor is dead."

 

[Apollyon]

A'den nodded quietly as Vencu spoke, peace would finally come to the Mandalorians again, however shortlived it may be. For A'den knew at some point their allies would call upon them, at some point war would be waged against the GA dogs. They would feel Mandalorian steel in their throats, they would fear Mandalorian armor, at long last the Mandalorians would become a symbol of fear and respect in the galaxy and Vencu was the man to thank.

Spare the man Vencu! I for one have seen enough Mandalorian blood spilt for a day! The man proved his worth, showed his honor what reason do we have for killing such a warrior? He would be a valuable addition to us, let him live, let him fight, let him breathe easy!

A'den shouted, his voice magnified by the helmets.megaphone his voice would be heard by Vencu, his opinion would be heard.

 

[Crim]

As Eire walked to the front of the force cage, she said, "Jericho, stay with me." She was trying to get the shields lowered so people could leave. As she came to the front, she looked for Lucius. She wasn't going to let him bleed out on the floor. She spoke up, saying, "Lower the shield barriers and give Lucius to me," to Corden.

 

[Vencu]

Corden's eyes leveled on the warrior that had called out for Lucius, "If you want him to live, you'll allow him to be taken to the nearest medbay. His cybernetics can't save him from severe blood loss and neither can you... if you're Human and share his blood type, you can help by donating, otherwise don't interfere."

Switching back to the comlink channel that gave him direct access to the Mandokar's AI, Corden ordered the containment fields deactivated immediatly. Not even a second later, the fields dissipated and a throng of warriors rushed up the ramp toward him, some of them medics, others warriors of his own clan. He directed them to take Lucius to the nearest medbay for treatment without delay and they did so, lifting him up on a stretcher and carrying him toward the exit while a few others tended to the most immediate of his injuries on the move. While several warriors took up position around the stretcher as escorts, a few remained at Corden's side, surveying the crowd below the platform with keen eyes.

"You and one other may follow along. As soon as he is conscious and stabilized, he'll be released to your care if he wishes it."

 

[Crim]

Following the stretcher, Eire said, "The Gamma-1 has a good medbay. Lucius would in good hands. We've got whatever kind of blood he needs," she said. It was true; she had stores of blood back in the Gamma-1 for whatever transfusion was needed. A good thing about Eire's race was electroglobin; it could be accepted into the blood stream of almost any animal-based lifeform. If Lucius was plant-based, he'd be out of luck, though.

Eire put her hand on Lucius' head. "It's going to be okay," she kindly said. When Lucius was placed on the medbay table, Eire sat down near a transfusion device. As a doctor slid one end into Eire's arm, he said, "You may feel a bit lightheaded after this." Eire nodded and said, "Do it." As the other end was put into Lucius and the machine activated, a silver substance was transferred through the wires. The doctor looked at Eire as she said, "Don't hate."

The doctor said, "Polydroxol?"
"Yes."
"Good. His body will accept it like it'll accept any other blood."