Open Needing A Hand

[Kotii Solus]

Going to make this open to other gladiators or people who want to do a fight pit/jail break arc.
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Inside the tube of Bacta, Kotii's mind flashed back to memories. First it was of the fight that had brought him to such a state. The smell of blood snaking its way past his helmet's filters. The taste of copper in his mouth and the coldness that followed the excessive blood loss.

The chill morphed the man's dream to home. Or at least the closest thing to home that he knew. Krownest and its wintery woodland expanse backset by snow covered mountains. Kotii imagined everything with clear perfect weather. But it was far from the normal case.

While the Alor in exile had not died yet, his captors had every intention of making a profit off of the Mandalorian. Ignorant of his standing or percise identity, the slavers had removed his armor to put him in the bacta tank. Unable to resist in his unconcious state, Black Hand was treated by the limited medical facilities of the gladiator pits. The pit master was impressed enough to willingly let Kotii use his personal Bacta Tank, if only to have the same injuries occure again for the entertainment of the masses.

A Dug nurse padded around the translucent chamber, making sure the readings on the Mandalorian remained at acceptable levels. The biped using its arms to walk and feet to grasp moved around the room but stopped in front of the badger. "Yoka to Bantha poodoo, wermo" and shook their head.

Kotii coincidentally opened his eyes at that exact moment. The red irises of the Echani blinked amid the healing fluid and tried to see his surroundings. Everything was muffled and the insult wasn't even heard by the patient. But he quickly found the only other movement in the room and stared. The Dug let out a yelp of surprise, not expecting a reaction after insulting the man. A moment of hesitation passed before Dug moved towards the commlink and let the guards know he was awake.

A singular white palm pressed against the edge of the glass. Bubbles began to flow more rapidly around Kotii as he conciously put together what he could last remember. His left arm, everything below the elbow was missing on his left arm. But he remembered grabbing his cybernetic hand before blacking out. At least the stump had healed over more than he had expected. How long was I out?

Two guards returned with the Dug which began procedures to bring the Solus out of the bacta tank. The two guards had weapons drawn and unlike the gladiator pits, their electronic equipment would work just fine. Kotii was practically naked, save for a set of briefs allowing to maintain some sense of dignity. Whether in underwear or a jumpsuit, Kotii was without his armor.

<"Come on, we're taking you to the hole."> One of them said in Huttese after Kotii pulled himself out of the tube. Their geonosian stun pikes were were leveled. Two more guards stood in the hallway beyond, waiting step in and assist. "And if I don't feel like going?"

The guards looked between one another before both lunged, stabbing Kotii with their stun pikes and sending shocks of painful electricity through his torso. His good arm reached out to grab hold of one of the pikes but the man dropped to his knees. <You idiots. He was just healed!> The Dug said with a frustrated tone. The guards did not seem to care too much about the nurse's particularities. They each looped an arm under Kotii's shoulders before the two of them dragged his body through the maze of hallways.

Eventually, a ray shield door was disabled and passed. Kotii was dragged a few dozen feet inside before laid down on his back ontop of a flattened rock. Coming to, but still in pain, Kotii looked around at the hewn rock and stone. The chamber he was in was roughly a few hundred. A dozen or so other prisoners were arrayed throughout. This wasn't a fighting pit like last time. Instead this seemed to just be the general populace of the gladiators.

Turning to look back the way he had been pulled, the bounty hunter let out a groan and winced. This place was a prison and one meant to be minimal maintenance. The smell of sweat permeated the room along with a hint of faded cleaning supplies. The buzz of the ray shield being reactivated turned a few heads but the prisoners present were looking at the latest addition to their community. Even if this wasn't a fight pit, the man knew he was far from safe.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

On the prowl for a very long time she had been searching for brothers and sisters of her own kind and not only those with questionable allegiences, all of them mattered and this time her target was someone... someone whose name is not often spoken.

She had compiled files and watched this place very intently for many days now constantly switching reconnaissance positions from one to the other, things rarely changed, people came in and were transported outside some dead some alive, some screaming others whimpering.

Information tipped her off that a Mandalorian was sold to a Pitmaster who had been using them in their pitfights, she purchased this information underground and laid a hefty price down for it hoping that the Mandalorian in question was still alive and sure enough she would be proven right in the following days after as she saw him fight in the Arena, it was ever since that day that she stalked the Arena, monitored everything she could in a almost obsessive attempt to find a way to get him out.

Today she hoped would be different, she went about her routine reconnaissance her Smartpad at her side as she recorded her findings, today Security seemed tighter, this must have a reason or so she thought, perhaps someone was being moved? If so she had to be on her toes to take in every detail she could, calculating points of entry and points of exit she began working it through her head.

"Meh gar ganar malyasa'yr at akaanir su... gar kumih jima malyasa'yr at eyaytir, olaror bat... mayen, mayen bid Ni liser gi'e gotal'ur a nari."

A final check up of her Gear would have to do to calm her mind briefly, she made sure both her Blasters were loaded and not malfunctioning pulling the stock back on one of the Ranger's to make sure it wasn't getting stuck and worked properly before slapping it back into place holstering the weapon shortly afterwards, her hands then shuffled to her Vambraces making sure her wrist weaponry was functioning nominal which they were to her pleased inspection.

She tightened the straps of her Armor that pressed up sleekly to her body glove she knew not why but today felt... it felt different, there was tension in the air and she couldn't shake it as if something out there beckoned her almost commanded her to act yet she could not let her be seduced by impatience that would only lead to an untimely end or imprisonment.

Reaching up, she placed a hand along her Helmet and once she made absolutely sure that noone else was around to see her she slowly lifted it up and off her Head rolling it in her hands around until her own Visor gazed up at herself.

She could see herself in the reflection of the Beskar highlighting her Transparisteel and gazing deeply into it she began reciting things in her head to calm herself, focus was paramount, reaffirming herself she slid the Helmet back onto her head and closed her eyes for a final time as she took in a deep breath.

"Ni ganar parer munit luubid. Ni malyasa'yr rehu'yrahyr na gar, ra ramaanar a Verd kyr'am kebbur."

And with that her course of Action was settled, she reached down to pickup the Thumper she brought with her, flipping its chamber forwards she loaded it with an explosive grenade shell before flipping it back and storing it on the side of her Jetpack she then reached down to input a series of commands into her wrist-computer and before long the ignition of that Jetpack whirred to life taking her away but not just any way, it was Fight Pit-ward.

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[Kotii Solus]

Alone and with one good arm, Kotii propped himself up. The pain from the stun pikes receded as the moments passed but would need time to fully heal. None of the other prisoners approached him. Maybe they didn't even know he was a Mandalorian. None of their faces seemed familiar.

Grunting, the man slid off the horizontal block of stone. The geological feature had flat surface was probably used as a table. But seeing as there wasn't any food or drink, it was unofficially Kotii's new bed. Rather than lay on the hard surface, the Echani offshoot took a few steps away from the table and fully took in his surroundings.

His right arm held the spot where one of the stun pikes had jabbed his ribs. Other parts of his frame were adorned in sigils, inks and scars ingrained in his flesh from years past. The tattoos were voluntary but the scars were just the cost of fighting for what he believed in. Even in his weakened state, without his dominant hand, the Solus wasn't beaten.

The red irises settled back on the ray shield door way. The badger approached it on bare feet. The cold ground just as hard as the table-bed he had left. They had not so much as given him even a jump suit or clothes to wear. Almost buck naked and imprisoned with probably some of the galaxy's most nefarious.

"Let me out." He said in basic with a hint of venom in his tone, staring beyond the ray shield at the guard posted there. The nemoidian guard shook their head and gave a smug grin. <"Aaand why would I do that?"> He replied with all the confidence of someone who was on the other side of a wild animal enclosure. He probably thought he was as safe as a kid at a zoo. No doubt the guards were taking a small amount of pleasure seeing the Mandalorian in this situation.

Kotii took a step closer, his pale features brightening in proximity to the red ray shield to the point that even his red irises were barely discernable from the whites of his eyes. He replied in Huttese. <"Because if you don't, I'll kill everyone in here..."> The bounty hunter knew he wasn't in any position to be making demands. <"And then once I'm out I'm going to make you taste your own spinal fluid.">

The nemoidian chuckled in response. <"Mando! You do not even have your armor, let alone both hands. Not even you could take on all the gladiators in here."> The guard spoke loud enough for other prisoners to hear. If they didn't think he was a Mandalorian before, they did now. Chances were some of them spoke Huttese.

Kotii did not continue to stare down the Nemoidian. Instead he turned his head to the side as the sound of three sets of foot steps approached. Prisoners, gladiators wearing drab rags for clothes. Of course, Kotii anticipated maybe breaking or killing a few gladiators would get the Pitmasters attention. Either way, it wouldn't make a difference. Black Hand would get out of this place if it meant fighting for every inch.

Turning to fully face them, his broad frame was not intimidating considering two of the three prisoners were bodybuilder niktos and seemed even more jacked than Kotii was. The third was chadrafan that looked to have a persisting grin on his face. The echani offshoot looked each of them in the eye, up and down with a quick assessment.

<"You think you can take us? Is that right?"> One of them said. Their eyes betrayed their intentions and glanced at his arm. They didn't want to wait for the fighting pit. In there, there was a chance the odds would be more leveled. So they were going to take this opportunity to permanently take Kotii out of the competition.

The center nikto had at least four, maybe six inches on Kotii in height. The man had to tilt his head a little to look up at the prisoner. <"I know I can."> Without hesitation the Mandalorian kicked the Nikto in the balls. This made the shotcaller double over to which Kotii brought his right hand to the back of the bent over nikto's head. Palming it like it was a ball, Kotii brought the head down into his hard knee not once, but twice before allowing the nikto to slump to the ground with his face smashed in. The other two saw this savagery and rushed the badger, eager to get their piece of him.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

Feet first, she crashed through a vent on the upper Levels of the Holding Areas, there were many... way too many for her to find the right one and right now she found herself diving into what seemed to be a kitchen of sorts albeit unoccupied during her arrival, she skidded along the floor as her Jetpack stabalized herself coming to a slow yet smooth halt just an inch away before she would've poured out into a Hallway.

She halted all movement for a long elaborate moment as she listened for anything... footsteps, shouting or even the rattling of Gear but it seemed the level she chose had just its guard rotate either upwards or downwards, Luck was on her side.

It wouldn't be a miracle for someone to figure out how she got inside or where once they investigate this Kitchen so she had to move fast, pressing herself up against the wall leading out into the long Hallway she peeked out her visor glinting in the light as she did, cells... upon cells... upon cells all filled with all manner of pit-fight material.

She had lucked out as she found herself on the Level where the Beasts were kept and once she saw the coast was clear she put herself into motion dashing down the hallway as stealthfully as she could with all the Gear she toted.

Cutting to the right she immedietly dashed down a long set of stairs taking them three steps at a time before then turning around at the first flight she descended to then descend another before halting listening out once more for anything... anything that could give her a clue.

<"Jee cha chahsa haku la sey, Jee banag bai neu cuee see hoohah dokoi uba sleemo.">

<"Rat rat, hee heceu cay mee kaae doyapa, lorda sey bai paknee ata bu tam bo koutimy, heee joniu.">

<"Wonkee? Tee da peee bu Baudenat doth? Bo cay bu miha apiua?">

She listened intently... this was more than she could've asked for, peaking around the corner pressing herself as tightly up against the Wall, she could've picked a better spot but coming out of the Stairwell was a one way ticket to being spotted so it would have to do, as the two Guards conversed they came dangerously closer to the Stairwell and if she intepreted their movement right... they were intent on either ascending or moving past it which left her with only one option... confrontation.

<"Rat da bo, babau goo killee heae se bu lorda cahba coe. Wanta wa kaniaka...">

The Nikto Guardsman followed a shadow on the Floor cast from the Stairwell they immedietly stood infront, his eyes slowly scanning upwards and just as he was about to look around the corner... his head was impacted with the full force of two boots soaring forward closely followed by a large Mandalorian Woman who hurled her entire weight into him, pushing him back and eventually against the other side of the Hallway accompanied by a satisfying crack and the sound of two People hitting the ground hard.

She fell alongside him, her plate clattering to the Floor yet it was worth the pain considering she removed one threat from the equation although she would still have to contend with his backup which had stood right next to him and whilst she scrambled to her feet he had already thrust his vibro-pike forwards which she managed to narrowly avoid by leaning backwards the very tip of said Pike clanking against her helmet.

She lunged forwards wrapping her hands around the Staff of the Pike before pushing forwards as a fierce struggle began where both didn't give another a quarter though Van'Aria drew the shorter straw as the Guardsman wrestled her against the Wall with a firm tug on the Pike sending her crashing sideways into the nearest wall causing her to groan in pain, stumbling backwards, dazed yet not defeated as she attempted to best defend herself but to no avail, the Guardsman was swifter than her guard as he thrust his Pike forwards soaring deep as he lacerated the inner left thigh of hers causing her to stumble to one knee followed by a shout of pain.

<"Andoba Konbouaheon... Lorda noa-a waueoo joppay Jee koose ub-">

Not allowing the Man to finish his sentence she drew forth one of her Blasters and... with surprise out of the Window fired centermass, surprise in the mans eyes as he didn't expect someone so swift on the draw and even more surprised when he looked down at the hole now in his chest, with one problem out of the way a dozen new ones arose one more predominantly being that almost everyone inside of the holding areas heard that shot which meant she had to act quick.

Pressing a hand painfully to grasp where the pike lacerated along the outside of her thigh she grimaced as she slowly stood up, she had to endure the pain for now as there was no time to treat wounds, she had to get deep downstairs and she still had alot of flights of Stairs ahead of her.

"Ni malyasa'yr va ramaanar olar..."

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[Kotii Solus]

First came the Nikto which tried to take a swing at Kotii. The bare chested Mandalorian narrowly missed the swing. But did not move far. The fist impacted the ray shield behind the Echani offshoot. The light of the ray shield brightened and reacted to the contact making the Nikto howl. Kotii brought his right elbow in swift and brutal contact with the face of the prisoner. A wet impact as blood immediatly began to gush from the injury. The pain would be even more blinding for a target with an actual nose.

Before the Solus could follow it up with another strike or manuever. The Chadra-fan leapt on the badger. Their claws dug into the flesh of the Mandalorian making him try to grasp some of the furry creature's hide. But the scrappy and small figure hung onto the Mandalorian's back and tried to claw and punch like it was in a frenzy.

Yelling out in pain, the brawl was maybe a bit harder than Black Hand had expected. Not able to get a good hold of the Chadra-fan, Kotii turned to have his back once again facing the ray shield and lunged backwards. The small bat-like gladiator dug its unclean digits further into Kotii's shoulders making him holler. But he just slammed and pressed as hard as he could against the ray shield.

<"Hey, stop that!"> The nemoidian guard said. A new hint of worry in his voice that Kotii had not detected earlier. The elbowed Nikto held on hand to his mouth and staggered to his feet. The Chadra-fan's petite squeals of pain rose in volume as its grip weakened. But Black Hand did not stop, in fact, he threw his head back, slamming it into the snout of his attacker and breaking its nose. The cries of pain ceased after that.

Around the edges of the ray shield, the light seemed to dim slightly. The Solus was willing to gamble that the ray shield would be overloaded given this kind of facility. The still concious Nikto spat out a gob of blood and did not seem to learn his lesson the first time. But he did try something different and charged the badger at the waist.

His face was swiftly met with the bottom of Kotii's bare foot, in the same place where he had been elbowed a second prior. With the Chadra-fan continually being pinned against the wall of energy, the man only needed on leg to stand. With the swift kick sending the Nikto flat on his back, that left roughly nine other potential attackers. But so far none of the gladiators moved in to take a shot at Kotii.

The buzzing and crackling of the fading portal made Kotii smile in anticipation. He looked over his shoulder and past the Chadra-fan which was beginning to smoke. The guard had his stun pike in his hands and looked up and down the hall. Just then, an echo of a blaster bolt resounded down the hall. The bulbous eyes of the Nemoidian looked to find its source.

BBZZZzzzuu​

The ray shield dropped. Kotii nearly fell backwards with the pressure he had been pressing against the shield. The corpse of the Chadra-fan broke his fall. The guard's expression turned to one of surprise and then to aggression. At least that was what the Alor in Exile thought, he was looking at the man upside down.

With only a moment's hesitation, the guard tried to stab Kotii on the ground. Rolling out of the way, the Chadra-fan's body ended up being skewered by the pike. Pushing himself to get up, it was harder than it looked with one good arm. Roaring in anger, he rushed the guard before he could wrench the stuck pike free. Slamming the guard against the wall, Kotii would repeatedly knee, kick, strike and elbow the guard, knocking his pike out of his hands. A unceremonious headbutt made the Nemoidian's eyes roll to the back of his head. Falling to the ground, Kotii brought his bare foot down on the back of the guards neck in a swift crack.

Stooping to pick up the pike which had stunned him earlier, he wielded it under one arm more like that of a quarterstaff. A shortrange commlink on the guard's belt was requisitioned seeing as the cadaver had no use for it. Plus he could stay in touch with the present security. Some report came through about an intruder. It was the perfect chance to make a getaway.

Leaving the open prison chamber behind, the Solus headed down one hallway as quickly as he could, hoping it was towards an exit. What the other prisoners did, that was up to them. Kotii was going to get the hell out of there.

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[Vaidas]

Vaidas hated every single second of what he was doing. Crawling through vents is not Vaidas's speciality. His large frame makes it hard to wiggle through them. He approached what seemed like another drop. He unbuckled the electroripper staff that he carried on his back and left it behind him as he maneuvered himself so that his feet went first. Once again his leg cramped up and Vaidas winced at the pain. Fuck this. He'd much rather be surveying another planet right now then trying to find this Mandalorian that had somehow gotten himself in this shit hole. It took him a few minutes but he finally managed to get his legs round. He slid off the edge grabbing his electroripper staff as he fell.

To his surprise, he had crashed right through a vent. He landed with a soft thump. It took him a few minutes to figure out where he was. It seems he had entered some sort of a makeshift security room. Well this is convenient. Too bad he had company. Two Guardsmen were in front of him, and judging by the shuffling behind him there was another. He activated his electroripper staff just in time, as the Guardsmen behind him at lunged at him. He twirled around and used the blunt side of the staff and smashed it right into his temple. The Guardsmen fell to the ground instantly. He turned around and faced the remaining Guardsmen. Both of them had pikes. The makeshift security room had several chairs scattered around the room. Conveniently one of these chairs happened to be right next to Vaidas. He grabbed the chair and launched it in the direction of one of the Guardsmen as a distraction. He ran and with as much force as he could muster, he thrusted the electroripper staff in the other Guardsmen's chest. A loud crunch echoed in the room, and the Guardsmen shook. Vaidas kicked the Guardsmen from the end of the staff leaving a bloody mess on the floor and the end of his staff was covered in blood.

That left the other one. He could tell he was scared. The Guardsmen eyes glanced back and forth between both of his fellow Guardsmen. The Guardsmen suddenly ran towards the door. With large, quick, strides Vaidas had reached the door before the Guardsmen. With no other option available, the Guardsmen lunged at him with is pike. Vaidas sidestepped and disarmed the Guardsmen with his own staff and then proceeded to decapitate him. Vaidas sighed and deactivated his electroripper staff. Now then... where, oh, where could you be?

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[Vidha Solus]

After spending time with the Foundlings on Mandalore, Vidha had grown restless (as usual). Now, after much boring research and recon, the warrior was climbing through the vents of a fighting pit. She had to go painfully slow, to minimize the clanking of her armor. The vents were quite stuffy and stank of feet and Vidha really hope the vent ended soon.

Coincidentally, the vent dropped at that moment, when Vidha was least expecting it. She would have broken her neck falling down the small chute had she not been too big to fall all the way down. She was not her sister's size, but she definitely was no small Foundling. She found herself wedged in the vertical vent, her knees on either side of her helmet which was quite uncomfortable. She cursed colorfully, trying to figure out a way out of this mess. She wondered how many people had heard her fall down the vent.

After a few long minutes of struggling, she managed to turn herself upside down in the vent, left hand and left leg on side and right hand and right leg on the other side like an upside down spider. She paused for another long moment before climbing downwards, moving her arms and legs slowly so as not to fall on her head and break her neck.

When she reached the bottom, she lowered herself onto her shoulders and popped the cover of the vent off. She placed a hand on either side of the wall and pulled herself out. Her relief at being out of the vent was quickly snuffed when she realized she was in the bathroom. It took all her effort not to curse some more, and she quietly put the vent cover back on and crept out of the bathroom, sticking her head out of the doorway. The hallway was strangely empty, and for a minute she wondered if she had missed something during her extensive recon period. She heard a shout from what sounded like to be a floor above. Glad to have a goal, she crept out into the hallway, one of her blasters leading the way as she turned corners.

All was going well, almost too well. Vidha went up a stairway, and saw a shadow at the top. She paused, staring at the shadow, trying to figure out what about the figure was familiar. Suddenly, it occurred to her. She swung around the corner. "Van'Aria!" she exclaimed in Mando'a.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

"Ibic jate'shya cuyir e'nr- tah'da! Osi'kyr tah'da!"

She stumbled down the stairs missing two steps and nearly crashed to the floor catching herself on the wall, her hand went down to feel her thigh again, the wound wasn't seared shut and bled mildly, it stung oh did it sting and it made her angry, ramming her right fist into the wall audibly as she limped forwards facing the next set of stairs until another Mandalorian stood in her way.

Gazing down she looked Vidha up and down and it took her a brief moment to realize who stood there... blinking beneath her helmet Vidha had managed to distract her long enough with her sudden appearance for Reinforcements to be heard above them.

She wanted to reply but it was then that Vidha could first hear a bolt from upstairs be fired and shortly afterwards saw its target, in that sheer distraction someone had gotton themselves a shot on Van'Aria and in true fashion that blaster bolt impacted the very top of her Helmet, had it not been made of Beskar... this would have looked very differently, her head rocked back alongside her entire frame a deep singe mark on her helmet as it rebounded off the wall causing her to tumble forwards, dazed she nearly fell forwards as she stumbled past Vidha downstairs.

<"Jee whoma hoohah!">

<"Konbouaheon! Cha dotkee biw hoohah, whoma hoohah doi tytung wuona!">

<"La katka doth wata um baw wah Baudenat! Yoieu joniu heee!">

Multiple Huttese voices crackled over the Commlink and it was sure enough to Van'Aria that it seemed like she wasn't the only one with suicide plans, as she stumbled past Vidha she brushed against her shoulder pulling herself up on her as if not to fall, she had looked better... much better infact this must be the first time Vidha had ever seen her this beat up but the stubbornness alone told was evident enough that she wouldn't back down.

"Taylir... Taylir etid at cupa... likara. Mar'eyir Kasuridr..."

Her voice sounded strained but there was no stopping her, before she finished her sentence she already continued on her way taking the next set of stairs down, walking became more difficult but she trudged on, what she didnt know was if Vidha was going to heed her words or not, it could very well be that her Sister would protest but at the same time this was her choice and there was little that could sway her once she made it.

Whipping around to face the final set of stairs before she would pour out into Kotii's hallway, steeling herself for the next Hallway she took in a deep breath before slowly descending and sure enough she ended up at her destination.

Her Gaze immedietly went to the right and just as she did she almost collided with the Echani, she wanted to exchange words but she was cut short when she heard right behind her a door slide open as more Guardsmen came in as reinforcements, just barely enough time to whip around she interposed her Body between Kotii and the immediete firing line though to no avail.

Whilst she drew the fire away from him she suffered from it as before she could return fire two bolts were already fired at her as she raised her pistol, the first bolt struck her true in the chest which was mostly mitigated by her breastplate but the second... found a very dangerous home as it grazed the very left side of her throat, ripping through the bodyglove and lacerating a fair surface.

Her hand immedietly went up to clutch that wound whilst staggering backwards, she had no longer control of her weight and slowly collapsed backwards either into or past the Echani, alive but waining, the wound almost reached up and beneath her Helmet which made treatment... tricky especially with the Helmet present, her gaze went wide and comprehension of what was happening became difficult, her mind however was defiant, she couldn't die here, she wouldn't accept it, there was still so much to do.

The Symbol of the Badger was visible on her Armor aswell as the Colour, Kotii as former Alor should know it all too well but more importantly, there was a secondary holster with another Blaster along one of her Legs, if he wanted to arm himself that would likely be his best bet for the time being, even if it wasn't the most honorable choice it was better than going up against blasters with a stun pike, the Mandalorian Woman was in a sorry state yet she knew all too well he had no reason to stay behind for her.

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[Vidha Solus]

Spurring herself into action, she leapt out from behind the stairs, firing both of her blasters at the guardsmen that seemed to come out of nowhere. She got in a couple good hits, taking down two of them from a distance. Shots fired in her direction as well, but the majority of them hit her armor or she dodged them. One tore a searing hole in her fur cape which only made her angrier. She charged towards one of the remaining guardsmen and he blanked, surprised that she could be so stupid as to run head-on into danger. She smirked underneath her helmet as she slammed him across the face with her right vambrace, knocking him to the side. Using her advantage, she grabbed his neck and pressed two pressure points that immediately knocked him out (she had found out what these were the hard way).

The last guardsman fired at her rapidly with his blaster and in the split second where Vidha was distracted after knocking out the previous guardsman, he managed to land a shot to her right bicep, just below her pauldron. Vidha screamed and whipped around; with her good arm she shot the man in the chest dead center. He died silently.

She stumbled backwards, breathing hard in the short moment of quiet. She leaned against the wall, gripping her arm with her left hand. When she pulled her hand away, her gloves were stained crimson. "Fuck," she hissed, leaning her helmet against the wall for a brief second. She should have seen that coming.

She forced herself to get up, and pushed off the wall. She stumbled down the stairs and burst into the hallway where her sister and Kotii was. She only recognized him from the guardsmen's mention of an "albino". She cursed again when she saw her sister on the ground, blood coating her throat like a scarf. It looked like it reached under her helmet, which would be difficult to heal if they ever made it out of this place alive. Vidha silently resolved to not only make it out alive, but to make sure her sister made it out too. She had already lost her once- it would be even harder to lose her again- for real this time.

 

[Kotii Solus]

Spoiler: Theme

Something told Kotii that there was some other distraction going on. Blaster discharge resounded down the hall from what he knew would be the stairwell. There was no way he was going to try and find an elevator. But what he did not expect was to come face to helmet with one of his own clan. The sound of beskar and durasteel was different from the standard duraplast or other materials which Kotii knew how to pick out from other noise. The man stopped himself from reacting violently to Van'Aria, all things considered.

The pale frame of the Echani recognized the warrior of his own clan though not their specific identity. Whether or not she knew who he was waited to be seen. It was hard to tell when wearing a T-visor. The grip on the Geonosian stun pike was held to the side and partially behind his back, still ready for a threat from another source. Neither Solus had much time to think about the situation as blaster fire assailed the two of them. It sounded like there was more than just the one vod that had come along judging by the commotion echoing from the floor above.

The badger was protected by his clanmate, saving him from a injury or worse. As the blaster bolt zipped past his protector's neck, the man stepped out from behind her and hurled the pike like a javelin at the one who had shot her. The metallic shaft impaled one of the guards making their grip on their weapon loosen slightly before dropping to the ground in sporadic convulsions.

Sparks flew from the fire fight and Black Hand saw the bolt that hit his clanmate in the chest and grazed her neck making her clutch it with one hand. The guards began to breach the hallway further. There were only two more of them and they had actual blasters and not with stun bolts. They were shooting to kill.

The Solus in front of him stepped back, realing from the grazed shot before she fell to the ground, clutching her neck and letting the guards know she wasn't going down easy. Kotii reached and pulled the second heavy blaster she possessed. Slipping the weapon out in one fluid motion, the man leveled the pistol and pulled the trigger once for each guard trying to move into the hallway. Smoking holes were added to their chest before they too hit the ground and in worse condition than Van'Aria.

Seeing the corpses on the ground, motionless, the Echani offshoot heard the approach of another Mandalorian. She too appeared to be a member of Clan Solus and allowed Kotii to turn back towards his injured clan mate. <"We need to get her to a bacta tank. They took a hit to the neck. Can you carry her?"> If needed, he would support her as best as he could with one arm. The man had an idea of where the medical center was, based off of the number of turns and the amount of time he had been dragged through the halls into the lower levels, the badger could retrace his steps and get Van'Aria to the room with that Dug nurse. <"Is it just you two?"> He assumed they had come together.

With time, there would be answers. If they made it to the medical center, there was a chance he would come across his left hand again or his armor. But first things first and that was to make sure no more of his people died.

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[Vidha Solus]

Vidha silently holstered her blasters and scooped her half-unconscious sister off the ground, grunting as she did. Her sister did not have a thin figure- she was very stocky. She managed to get a good grip. "I have no idea if anyone else is here; we didn't come together. I had no idea she was here until ten minutes ago," she said as she carried her sister towards the door. Her right arm burned, but she ignored it.

She nodded towards the hall. "There are probably still guardsmen out there, we weren't exactly subtle coming in. Cover me," she said in Mando'a to the warrior. Blood stained his pale skin and she wondered what he had done to escape.

Blood stained her own arm, drying in a stiff burgundy sheet on her sleeve. She was still a little high on adrenaline and she knew the full effects of her injury would hit her later.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

The commotion around her was almost entirely a blur, sounds had become muffled and all she felt was the ever coming pulse of her own Body resounding as she pressed her gloved hand up to staunch the flow seeping from the side of her Neck, her eyes lidded slightly as strength began waning, breathing had become difficult especially beneath that helmet and the pressure she held was becoming more and more tedious to hold.

She heard voices, voices that involved herself aswell as another, she tried to think, think about who else... Vidha, ah yes VIdha, her gaze brightened for a moment if only faintly before then conversations began droning out not comprehensible for her anymore, had she succeeded in what she wanted to do? Had she done her duty? Who would tell her? Why can't she evaluate it herself?

She heard bodies fall aswell as Blaster fire around her, feeling a hand slip into one of her Holsters alleviating the weapon within it, she could barely feel it and was far from one to protest in someone arming themself, she wasn't in a state to defend herself anyways so it would make no difference whose hands her weaponry slipped into.

She tried forming words but what she formed was incoherant and made no sense, there was no panic coming from her but just resolute attempts at holding on, her eyes darted around gazing through that Visor until she felt herself lifted causing one of her arms to go limp whilst the other that held pressure along her neck began to slowly loose strength, what was once a firm press was now just loosely laid ontop.

A brief reprieve however overcame the Group as they fought off the last of a wave that had sought to intercept them, there would surely be more but that was a knowledge they werent privy to, if only they had access to more information than just a single floor but beggars cannot be choosers.

Her head rolled to the side as her gaze fixated on Kotii, she knew who this man was and knew him only as one thing and one thing only, taking in a sharp breath she formed loose words in Mando'a, faint yet audible it gave coherance perhaps only to Kotii as what she spoke was cryptic yet had purpose.

"Par... Alor..."

Consciousness was growing ever harder to hold and eventually she lost entire control of her body her other hand slipping from its defiant hold to now rest limply on her own breastplate, breathing grew ragged, audible and gurgly, time was of the essence.

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[Vidha Solus]

Vidha set her sister down in the room with the bacta tank. She stumbled to the side and leaned up against the wall. Her arm throbbed, and fresh blood dripped down her already torn sleeve. She looked around and saw a bacta spray bottle. She grabbed it, tore her sleeve open wider, and sprayed it over the open wound in her arm. A white mist settled over her skin and then disappeared. Her arm went numb.

She sighed in relief and dropped to her knees in front of her sister. She had to remove her sister's helmet and armor to get her into the bacta tank. Vidha hesitated before deciding that she was the best person to do this- Kotii waited outside. "I'm sorry, Aria," she whispered, even though she knew her sister was unconscious now. She placed a hand on either side of Van'Aria's helmet, and slowly tugged it off. Her sister looked just like she remembered- dark hair and deep purple eyes. Blood from her wound on her throat reached up to cover the lower half of her jaw.

Vidha didn't let herself look too long and pulled off the rest of Van'Aria's armor and undersuit, leaving her in her undergarments. Vidha scooped her up again and dumped her ungracefully into the tank, the bacta water splashing over the edge. Vidha took a breathing mask and fastened over Van'Aria's mouth and nose. She went to the control pad and scanned it rapidly, trying to figure out a way to turn it on. Finally, she found the right button and slammed it. The lids of the tank shut, and more water filled, covering over Van'Aria's face. Having done as much as she could, she put all of Van'Aria's armor and weapons in a pile and stood back.

 

[Kotii Solus]

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Leading the way towards the medical center, Kotii's jaw clenched and relaxed repeatedly as he tried to remain calm. Measuring his breathing, the man carried Mandalorian heavy blaster pistol in his right hand. The weapon had some weight to it compared to what he was used to shooting. But the gunslinger was practiced in firing ambidextrous ever since he had lost his dominant hand the first time.

A pair of guards rounded the corners, one after another and just like that recieved a blaster bolt in their center of mass. Their armor did not do much against the famous heavy weaponry the Mandalorians liked to arm themselves with. It wasn't long before they arrived outside the familiar doorway the badger had once been dragged from.

The door opened with a hiss and on the otherside of the room, cowering behind a medical droid, was the dug nurse. A small scalpel held in his feet defensively. <"Don't hurt me!>" He yelled and dropped the scalpel. <"Get the bacta tank ready! Now, worm before I squash you into jelly!"> He yelled aggressive Huttese, adding the extra bit of boss-lingo the slug crime lords liked to inflect with.

The shift in breathing came from the wounded warrior, making Kotii shift his attention. <"Save you're strength warrior. You've fought bravely. Rest."> She was only going to hurt herself by trying to fight. The battle she needed to win was up of willpower. Without any further delay, the Alor in Exile would see to it that Van'Aria got submerged in the bacta tank to begin the healing process.

Looking towards the nurse he would take a few steps towards them. <"Where do they keep prisoner property? The stuff they take from the people they enslave!"> He said towards the Dug with a wave of his blaster muzzle. <"The gladiators sometimes use their gear so the Pitmaster keeps it in storage not far from the arena near his private box.">

Kotii's steps took him back closer towards the hallway. They did not have numbers on their side. Kotii needed to secure the area, or get a ride out of there that could safely transport an injured Mandalorian. Another few guards came running down the hallway for the half naked badger to lean out and shoot.

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[Vaidas]

Clearly there was some sort of commotion going on elsewhere, as Vaidas opened the door ever so slightly, he could see several guards dart past the door and down a flight of steps. He could go and kill them. It wouldn't be a problem. But Vaidas had already had enough. Whatever was going on, Vaidas didn't care enough to continue. It was a pain in the ass to get into this place and if he continued he knew it be even harder to get out. He closed the door and took some deep breaths. If he stacked enough chairs on top of each other he could easily climb back up to the vent. But the real question is, would the chairs hold his weight? The worst part about being muscular was the weight that came with it.

It took him a few minutes but eventually Vaidas had managed to stack several chairs on top of one another. He took a deep breath, and placed one foot on the chair at the bottom of the stack and jumped upwards. The chairs shifted slightly but they didn't collapse. Thank God for that. Vaidas jumped again and grabbed the top of the vent and pulled himself up. He turned himself around and laid down on his chest, using his electroripper staff he dislodged the chairs from the stack. It made more noise than he meant it too, but at least it would confuse the guards if they came in. He assumed they weren't that smart, at least judging from the ones that he killed.

It took him 30 minutes of crawling through vents to get to the entrance he came in. He dropped to the ground and regained his composure. Luckily his ship hadn't been found yet. He entered it and turned on the engines. It didn't take him long before he exited the planet's atmosphere. He hit the necessary buttons for his hyperspace drive and left the system altogether.

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[Vidha Solus]

Vidha leaned against the wall, listening to the sounds of blaster fire from the hallway. Kotii was making his way down the hall, heading for his stuff. Vidha watched her sister as she lay in the tank, her blood floating in the water like a plume of ink. She shut her eyes, praying to her ancestors they would get out of this alive.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

Her body was heavy, and now that it was practically limp it had a different feel to it, her chest raised only briefly every now and then as she breathed whilst her dimly lit purple eyes peered up, one couldn't quite tell if she was conscious or not but the sight alone was frightening it looked almost lifeless, she drifted back into consciousness... then back out it was a constant repetition of fading into nothingness then grasping the corner of the light and pulling herself back up.

Feeling herself lighten she thought about what was happening to her, why was she being peeled out of her Armor? Had they lost? It was part of her, part of who she was, and the more she was unburdened the more it shone through that she was a Woman with a Purpose.

When her Helmet lifted her eyes moved briefly before then calming down again, her hair had stuck together from both sweat and blood that reached up giving the already raven black hair a matte sheen, her hair, spiky in nature resembled a choppy bob, short yet still feminine, the rest of her facial features were relatively hard in nature and verged more masculine with harder edges and more pronounced shapes in a strong fashion.

Kotii could see it aswell as Vidha, markings crossing her body on either side, one being a coiling dragon tracing all the way from her legs up to her neck snuggly moving along the right side of her body whilst mirrored on the other side of her Body was the marking of a thorned Rose that coiled up the left side of her Body, scars littered her body like a battlefield and one could sit there counting them for a full hour.

She would not die, no, she refused it she couldn't her People needed her, she was Mandalorian how could she show this weakness? Yet as much as her Will protested her Body would yield no function and just as she was lowered into the Bacta Tank her eyes began darting around again, she wanted to raise a hand but failed halfway, she could fight... she told herself but no, she could not.

Once the Rebreather was affixed to her she felt the Tank close around her, she had never been in Bacta before, she treated all her wounds herself and most of that took a very long time so the feeling of this... miracle liquid was new to her and mde her almost panic as the feeling of being consumed by some slimeish water overcame her yet there was no choice for her but to oblige.

Footsteps came down the Hallway met with Blaster fire as Kotiis deadly aim claimed another two and as the corpses kept piling up so did the Strategy of the Guards change, fortifying themselves it became a staring contest with only scarce blasterfire resounding every now and then.

To Kotii's fortune Van'Aria had carried a Thumper with her, a Mandalorian Grenade Launcher, albeit loaded only with one Round, it could turn the tide in creating enough chaos for him to make a break for it, decisions were needed to be made and whilst the entire Room broke into is when... the Dug Nurse wet themselves in fear the quiet sniffle could be heard in a corner where they retreated to.

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[Kotii Solus]

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It was a familiar sight to see a scared body as well as one that had some ink on her. His own had some similarities in that regard. But Van'Aria had a rather extensive single draconic piece that Kotii couldn't help but notice after she was submerged in the bacta tank. With her beginning her healing and safely guarded by one of their clan sisters, then Kotii would allow himself to focus on other things.

First he needed to be better equipped to fight whatever else came to threaten his fellow badgers. The Alor in exile had a heavy blaster pistol and nothing short of a visit to @Dr Ilana Morata would get his arm back to being satisfactory. As a gunslinger and a warfighter any old cybernetic wouldn't do. So until that happened even if he got the few extra pounds of metal and parts that remained of his hand, Black Hand was going to have to continue to be ambidextrous. But first they needed to get off Subterrel.

​

Before leaving, Kotii made sure to sling the Thumper carried by Van'Aria. Furthermore he fished out her personav and checked his location. With what he knew of geography and their location, he could come up with a plan to get the three of them out of there in one piece. If the forgotten Gods of Mandalore deem my ambitions worthy, we'll take this place from this Pitmaster. He thought to himself before doing his best to not seem like he was pilfering his comrade's equipment. If everything went according to plan, everything would be returned to Van'Aria by the time she was healed up.

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The armorless Mandalorian fired a blast aimed at the wall just ahead and at eye level to the nearest guard. Sparks flew and made them flinch from the rapid vaporization occuring in front of them. Their instincts would make them focus on flight, not fight and miss their following shots as Kotii moved into view. The Mandalorian put another hole in their head and moved down the hall.

The build up of anticipation in the fire fight made the guards put on edge. More sporadic bolts narrowly missed Kotii from the other side of the hall. The pale and mostly naked form of the albino appearing near human slamming into the wall was hardly graceful but it saved him from getting hit from the panicked trigger of the guard in cover. It was enough time for the Bounty Hunter to place a shot in the other's chest.

Not missing a step, the badger dashed down the hall. One remaining guard at the intersection looked at their two companions having been dispatched quickly and efficiently. Rapidly rethinking their life choices and trying to aim at the mad man moving towards them. But they would not get very long before Kotii wasted no time or ammo by firing a single shot into their masked face.

The Solus continued to moved, managing his breathing to keep a fast pace and leaning into the soft padding of his bare feet to help him move silently. Admittedly, he could run a lot faster without dozens of kilograms weighing him down. All he had was the grenade launcher and the blaster. But that was enough.

Kotii used his left armpit to hold the heavy blaster. Its barrel had cooled a bit and would get to cool a bit longer. Kotii unslung the Thumper as the armory came into view. Four guards stood outside it looking for any sign of intruder. Two of them seemed to be debating what to do next.

Double checking the grenade with one hand, Kotii could see it was set to impact. The underwear clad bounty hunter leveled the tube like weapon down the hall towards the center of the guards outside the armory. The stock of the MAG-79 rested against the crook of his shoulder firmly and the man fired it with his right hand alone. An expected and satisfying thunk was followed by the view of the guards being blasted apart in a violent explosion.

Slinging the spent grenade launcher over his shoulder, Kotii trotted forward to close the distance with the armory entrance. Smoke filled the hallway as well as the smell of burnt skin and blood. But the Mandalorian wasted no time in resecuring his Beskar'gam. The weapons and equipment that had been stripped from him when he was first captured were there. Still worse for wear, but better than nothing, Kotii donned his second skin. As soon as it was complete, he sent a short range communication to Vidha. <"I've secured the Armory. I'm coming back to you with some toys. Then I'm going for the security center."> Hopefully they got the message. Long range still wasn't working and unless he could get to an adequate terminal, he wasn't going to be calling out to any of the Tor'la Akaan'ade.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

Feeling slowly returned to her Fingertips and what previously felt like an eternity, the perception of time finally returned to her if only hazily, Her body felt heavy... and the feeling of the Bacta around her was more akin to being submerged in a gelatinous casing than water, yet pain was numbed, she could barely feel her neck and bruises she had so dearly remembered began fading, her body would still need time but one could safely say that what was once lethal has become manageable yet even with the Bacta it was clear... that would leave a scar, and one not easily missed either.

Kotii found that Van'Aria's gear was well kept and in exemplar condition, the Thumper had seen use but it was kept clean and maintained, the Personav itself contained much of her personal Data but skimming past it he found to his surprise a almost complete Blueprint of the Building, she must've done her homework to get her hands on information like that which begged the question why exactly she was here to begin with or more pressingly... why she had broken him out.

Putting himself into motion it was time to reclaim his Armor.

A firefight broke out as he made his way out into the Hallway again, blasterfire was exchanged yet ultimately experience triumphed over numbers and with a few swift and precisely placed shots Kotii dispatched his opposition with grim satisfaction, swerving forwards past another Guard before fashioning another sizeable singed hole into another it was as if lightning coursed down a bustling Hallway cutting in and out of Combat in a swift advance.

The closer Kotii came to the end of the Hallway the more stress was put onto those still willing to put up a fight and eventually breaking in the heat of battle those that could not size up to face him simple took off, they'd rather run than die to this maniac, and whilst they may be right they forgot that their opponent was ruthless so as soon as they turned to Run where there was once a snout was now a gaping hole which kissed the floor shortly afterwards.

Silence for once came and whilst it was brief it was accompanied by the soft patter of Kotiis continued shuffling as he pressed on, rechecking the chamber of the Grenade Launcher the silverhued back of a projectile looked up at him snug in its chamber and ready to be sent to do a Mandalorians work whilst the Ranger under his Arm adopted a very ominous "slingshine" of extensive use.

<"Jeejee bidkana wata! Im tee doueha heee!">

<"Jeejee lwaa ritke jot, uhobaw tytung tah.">

A satisfying Thunk resounded as Kotii unleashed the explosive shell and as it travelled down the Hallway one of the Guardsman looked right at the flying projectile as it approached, it dawned only too late on him what was about to happen.

<"Kaa....">

It was then that the Shell impacted him squarely sending him tumbling back for but a splitsecond before the explosion did the rest, a large ball of shrapnel unleashed itself with a satisfying thrum shaking the entire Hallway and where there once stood a well armed Guardpost... was now a cloud of red mist, appendages and scorchmarks.

The spent casing of the Grenade Shell ejected from the Launcher with a satisfying CHINK before toppling to the floor with a dolorous CLUNK, it had served its purpose and not all that badly either, it was a tool of collateral Damage and that it delivered smoothly.

With his Way now open to the Armory the former Alor knew time was of the essence and once he found and donned his Gear once more his hail reached out throughout the Compound but whilst it would be smart to wait for an answer he should also know that staying in one place extensively was a bad idea.

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[Vidha Solus]

Vidha heard Kotii's voice over the short range comm. "Got it," she replied. She could hear explosions throughout the building and knew Kotii was giving them hell. She turned her attention to Van'Aria, who seemed to be healing quickly. She knew it may have been selfish, but she kept her eyes on her sister's armor-less body- she had ink trailing up both sides of her body, and her hair was shorter than she remembered, but the face was still the same. She had changed less than Vidha had, that was for sure.

She almost wished she could be blowing things up with Kotii; staying still was not her strong suit, but she had to watch over her sister. It was her turn to make sure she was ok.

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