Once More Unto the Breach

[The Storyteller]

@Black Noise @Korvo @Ecclessey

Spoiler: OOC

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With the Deucalians having succeeded thus far to raid their opponents, the Mandalorians have regrouped to defend a hanger filled with four 35 Series Light Freighters fitted for passenger transport. The Mandalorians seek to defend these ships so that they might board their villagers and send them off to another nearby clan for aid.

The Raiders, of course, cannot allow this. Therefore, they have gathered themselves as well to destroy the Mandalorians guarding the vessels and capture the civilians. With only ten very lightly armed, little trained Mandalorian boys to defend the ships, they stand little chance of stopping the Deucalians unless aid arrives.

 

[Nora Alemanii]

Nora lined up the first shot with her XGR-1 Adjudicator, aiming directly at one of the Mandalorian boy's head. The Deucalians, positioned roughly 20 meters behind an outcropping of rocks away from the edge of the landing space, were all poised to fire together on Nora's command. When the white haired Deucalian pulled the trigger, her two mates would fire as well.

BLAM!

The first shot rang out in the darkness, whiffing past Nora's intended target and slamming into the shoulder of a child. The kid, immediately screaming, alerted the whole camp that they were under attack. Nora whispered under her breath, "Kriff." Before standing up and shouting to her compatriots to join her. "Dýrð eða dauða! Hlaða! Taking aim, she fired two more times, aiming to take out at least one single Mandalorian.

And she dropped him.

Slinging her weapon to her back, she vaulted over the rocks and started to charge.

 

[Odin Uriksbane]

"GRAAAAAHHH!! AAAHHH!!

The guttural screams came, and fell like the symphonic music of the battlefield. A dark, ebony-colored elduröxi cleaved through the spacings between the plates of a Mandalorian's armor, barely fitting on the shoulders of the teenaged warrior. 'Warrior'. That was too generous a term for the boy.

Falling to his side as he gripped the left side of his stomach, the Mandalorian gripped the burning and bleeding wound. It was_a unique sensation, the rending and_searing of flesh at the same time. Of course, it was far holding the same raw intensity and power of a lightsaber, but it more than sufficed. Reddish vapor rose up from Odin Uriksbane's elduröxi, as the thick blade's edge burned such a bright creulean-blue, it appeared almost white-hot, evaporating the blood that had spilled upon it.

Having donned his Deucalian armor alongside his typical armaments, Odin walked up to the crawling Mandalorian adolescent, who was now gasping in short, harsh bursts. It took almost no time at all for the veteran raider to catch up, simply staring down at his the injured opponent, who then stared back.

"...Gar namaya calyar―"

In that instance, Odin swung down his elduröxi in a single, swift motion, severing the Mandalorian's head from his shoulders as he carved his blade to the teenager's throat. Crimson rivers branched out rapidly from the corpse as Odin powered down his weapon and mounted it to his side. If nothing else, the kid deserved a warrior's death. Whether he wanted one or not.

More battle cries came as Odin calmly pulled his Anjar Pratama rifle from his back and fired two blaster bolts into the two charging 'warriors', four blaster bolts in total.

"Hafa ekki einu sinni skurðdæmt tennur þeirra", Odin said, double checking his two additional cartridges for each of his firearms. He was expecting to fight fully-fledged warriors of Mandalore, but thus far, the raiders had been running into proverbial scraps. It was often said that Mandalorian culture was not overly dissimilar to the Deucalians; all their people were trained for battle. But if this was the extent, then Odin was gravely disappointed.

 

[Ditch]

Holding the now shot wounded girl in his arms Ditch looked around knowing an attack was imminent from the earlier reports of raiding within the clans borders. She was writhing and screaming as the hole from the laser bolt still smoldered in her shoulder. "bic's tish at cuyir ada adiik" he spoke trying to quell the bubbling rage in his voice as he looked into the little girls eyes before handing her off to a woman heading back to the shuttles.

Suddenly his ears were full of chaos as a war cry could be heard, accompanied by a flurry of directed fire into the group of civilians and mandalorian 'troops' belonging to the clan. "ve'ganir te adate dayn be olar bal warn te ashi aliit!" Ditch barked while seating his helmet on his head; he never expected to be defending the lands of a clan other than his own but these were interesting times.

With helmet on and the A3 Warpike in his right hand he could only watch as one of the raiders cleaved and executed one of the young warriors on the far edge of the defensive posture. "I dont know who you all are, but I give you one chance to turn and leave from where you came." he spat in basic while bringing the bottom half of the warpike into his left hand as he addressed the figures emerging from the darkness. "Pure cowardice to attack from the dark, shows what kind of warriors you all are." With his words he readied his posture to spar with any oncoming assailants or move to some nearby cover if they decided to fire another volley and shouted at the top of his lungs

"KOTE AKAY MANDA!"​

 

[Serie Fond]

Serie had only come to madalore for one purpose. Further research. She was unfortunately rudely interrupted when there came a screeching noise of a buzzer from over head and alarms began to sound around the docking port she was currently at. She hadn't arrived ten minutes prior before all hell seemed to break loose and the station was under attack.

Right time, right place? She wondered to herself as she grabbed her lightsaber from her hip and ignited it, even as troops started to pour into the docking station. She instantly recognized them. She had been one of the ones to help plant, and therefore subsequently steal the corvette from the Deauceulians, while wearing their armor no less, and so thus she was intstanly aware of what was going on. They were seeking revenge for the very thing she had been a part of. Her trademark thin smile became plastered across her face as she began redirecting blaster bolts back towards the those foolish enough to try and shoot at her. If this was her penance she would meet it head on, wide eyed, and ready.

 

[Cabba Orosii]

After Prakith things had changed in Cabba's life. For one, he started feeling guilty over receiving additional payments from Davik for doing his work in following Andraste. Secondly, Andraste had saved his life twice and despite all the misgivings Cabba had over the Dark Side of the Force and its effects it instilled some natural loyalty to the self-crowned Empress. Then again, being surrounded by powerful masters of said Force kept Cabba in line as well. No true warrior wanted to be squashed under a heel as if he was nothing.

Thus when Cabba arrived at the scene in his typical Shock Trooper Armor and visibly wearing a lightsaber at his belt he immediately spotted the odd (wo)man out. Serie Fond was a powerful master in the Force and the Deucalians were no match for her even if they tried. A smile crept on Cabba's face, "We can wipe out the entire Alemanii clan." As an Orosii he had always been looked down upon as a lesser clansmen, which is why he deserted the clans on Hoth in favor of the Exiles. It was his hope that he could assert dominance over the clans from within the new Empire and if Master Fond and he wiped out all present Deucalians it would be child's play for the Empire to officially submit the Deucalians and add them to her dominion.

"Fond!" he called out to the powerful Sith, "Focus on the Alemanii! She's the leader." Cabba was Deucalian by birth and there was no way he was wrong in this. Alemanii was unmistaken. The white-haired woman had to be in charge. Seeing the growing amount of Deucalians warriors enter the hangar, Cabba sought the protection from the Sith Master and held himself up in her vicinity while he grabbed his own lightsaber. "Let's wipe these savages from all star maps"

 

[Jon Atreides]

When this all started Jon had been sure that the Force had drawn him here for a reason. The Deucalians were an unknown quantity to him, but they were potential allies. And the Jedi needed allies. So he had followed the trail to one of the Deucalian leaders, but as usual his luck had nothing short of stellar. Not only had he tracked them down at the wrong time, he had tracked them down at the most wrong time imaginable.

They were raiding, he had found them in the midst of a raid. And for some reason they had just assumed that he was there to help, apparently they were friends with some Jedi. He'd have to solve that mystery, that is if he survived the day. As it was he was standing at the back as Nora and her warrior charged. Or at least that had been his plan, to stay out of the way as much as possible.

But then he had seen the defenders, they were kids. Maybe that was why he was here, to make sure that nothing happened to those kids. To bring this conflict to an end with as little bloodshed as possible. But no, that wasn't convoluted enough, the Force wanted more. And so it whispered in his ear just as the Deucalians breached the hangar, and he realized exactly why he was here. These Deucalians weren't just fighting Mandalorians, they were about to face Sith. He was here to face the darkness.

He began jogging as well, quickly catching up with the Deucalians. Just in time to spot two crimson blades among the defenders. He came to a skidding stop, observing the two Sith before identifying the woman to be the greater threat. Dressed in his armor, he probably looked like one of the Deucalians, but mingling in with them would not do any good. He'd help them more by drawing away some of the Sith's attention.

"Be careful of that woman, she's their big gun." With that he pulled out his own blade and ignited it, the green blade blade springing to life as he stopped just within the hangar, waiting for the Deucalians to organize themselves.

 

[Nora Alemanii]

Immediately, Nora drew forth her axes as she charged. Odin had already passed her and begun his slaughtering of the weakness spread out among the ships. However, new faces emerged that caused the white haired woman to begin to actually formulate a plan of attack in her head. As she crossed the distance, Nora picked out a Sith she recognized and decided he would be her target. And indeed, it seemed he also recognized her, ‘Bastard,’ she thought.

Out of the corner of her eyes, not but two meters away from the Sith she chose to go after, on his right, stood the legend Serie Fond. Kriff. That complicated things. If it weren’t for the Jedi Jon Atriedas coming to their aid, Nora would have believed the group to be in true danger. Thankfully, he knew exactly who he would need to be fighting.

Moving to engage Cabbas, Nora swung her right axe directly at his left side, keeping her left axe prepared to defend from an attack from Serie should it come. She was her biggest worry, and as such it was a mistake Nora made to put focus on her instead of her main target. She was prepared for an attack from Serie as Nora charged and swung, and not a counter attack from Cabbas.

This put Nora also two meters away from Serie, but hopefully Jon would come to her aid and engage Serie.

“Glory or death”

 

[Odin Uriksbane]

In some ways, this entire engagement seemed like a joke. Young boys pretending to be warriors, a battle-hardened people fleeing_their own homes instead of standing their ground and fighting, some random Sith suddenly made an appearance, and now there was a kirffing Jedi Knight_here. This was simply raid, just moments ago. Now? None_of this made sense.

"Jæja, kriff líf mitt―hvað kark núna?", the Deucalian raider said, whispering under his voice as he shook his head slightly. This was all getting very_weird, very_fast.

Even through all of the events happening around him, what struck Uriksbane the most was the call of one Mandalorian―he presumed_was a Mandalorian, at least―for him and the others to actually flee. Perhaps the rumors betrayed the nature of their culture, but Odin was finding it hard to respect a people that would allow themselves to get gutted and then request the assailants to give up and leave. If it were him in their place, Odin knew_he'd be out for blood, and plenty of it.

"Mhi cuyir va olar par akaan, ner vod", Odin said, mockingly and in Mando'a. The language certainly wasn't as prominent as say, Huttese or Bocce in the Outer Rim Territories, but Odin did find the language common enough to come across within mercenary circles over the years. Now, it was just one of several tongues he knew. "Shi gar... halyasr."

Odin had carefully taken his place on the broad side of one of the 35 series light freighters, opposite of the Mandalorians and Sith that had appeared as he double-checked the clasp alongside his waist and his concealed stun-prod, the readiness of his defensive spikes alongside the status of his rifle, and his filter and scout heads-up display. With his regular equipment already evaluated, Odin knelt down behind his cover and aimed the barrel of his rifle directly at the boisterous Mandalorian that had shouted.

Glory indeed, the Deucalian raider mused to himself in thought, firing three rapid shots at the clear and open target wielding what looked like a vibro-axe of some kind (@Ditch). If this part was going to get started, might as well start with some literal bangs. It might come to a brawl eventually, but experience taught him well; best end these things quick, and from a distance.

 

[Jon Atreides]

As Nora moved to the left to engage Cabba, Jon angled towards Serie. He approached from her left, drawing her attention away from Nora and Cabba. Opening himself up to the Force, he charged towards her, his blade still in his right hand and ready to deflect any attacks aimed at him as he charged. Once within swinging range of her he made a horizontal swing with his blade, starting at chess level for himself and swinging downwards and to the left in a diagonal strike that would try to strike her from left shoulder to right hip.

He didn't really expect the attack to do serious damage to her, she would probably stop it pretty easily. This was meant to gauge her, to see who he was facing and measure his own strength against her. All the while he was on the alert, his sense open to any threats and the Force gathering within him, building up and ready to lash out at a moment's notice.

 

[Ditch]

Ditch didn't have a hard time identifying his opponent when a sneer of mando'a came from the man, it was peculiar hearing it outside the atmosphere of Mandalore and made him question who this man was. A traitorous clansmen? No probably not, even the warring clans don't stoop to this level of barbaricism among one another. The man ran with a pack of animals and was most likely one of them as he wore their armor.


All of this thought was happening as he observed the man moving for cover and pausing behind the nearby ship. Giving Ditch enough time to move as his opponent was now on his flank and on the far side of the 35 series running length wise on the airfield. Making a lateral roll Ditch would recover kneeling behind a number of medium sized containers stacked lazily in a gaggle only to hear the quick succession of bolts pangs off the metal containers. "Your tongue is unrefined, much like how you fight" Ditch called back in basic while un-holstering one of his two WESTAR-28's; taking the one out of his chest holster and into his left hand while laying the pike down at his feet.


Ditch was poised to strike when next his opponent (@Korvo) would reveal himself

 

[Serie Fond]

Maybe don't tell me what to do while hiding behind my skirt. She said in response to the fellow Sithtrying to boss her around. Considering his lower status she thought it quaint. Not to mention he seemed to the same race as them. That she found most curious. He just happened to be here with them attacking. She'd have to be wary of him if nothing else.

Serie smiled as the woman running to her right seemed nervous on approach. Serie thought she should be. It was only because the famous Jon was there that she was even stimulated by this whole thing. And besides, I didn't craft my lightsaber to swat down flies. She thought to herself, turning to see the Jedi advancing towards her. I crafted it to slay giants. She continued in her own head.

His strike was rather simplistic, a fake out of a horizontal strike before coming at her diagonallymeaning to cleave her shoulder to hip. She angled her lightsaber blade to intercept his so that the middle of their blades were striking. She relied on redirection and deflection as she usually did, not wanting to meet him on in a battle of strengths. Instead she would try to continue to use as little energy possible and let him be the aggressor. In the meantime she began focusing her energy by focusing on her fear. Her fear that at any moment this Jedi could end her life. The dark side swelled up within her like it never had before. Her fear giving her sharper senses, more attuned gearing and vision, and the force continued to bottle up inside her like a dam ready to burst. She could tell his approach was careful and measured, but he would also see, that hers was as well. Side stepping to her right she kept her lightsaber in a defensive position, vertically in front of her, with both hands on the hilt, and studied how the Jedi moved.

 

[Cabba Orosii]

It seemed Davik had taught Cabba something useful, after all. Igniting his lightsaber he ignored what the powerful Dark Sider said, choosing to focus on the task at hand instead. The Deucalians were approaching and while Cabba was familiar with their weapon of choice, the vibro-axe, and its range.. he wasn't entirely comfortable with the powerful jedi moving in to attack Serie. There was something tragic about getting caught in the crossfires of two Force-users far beyond one's own skill. The temple assault on Prakith had shown that Cabba just wasn't one of those blessed with supreme affinity in the Force. That said, he was Deucalian and thus he was a warrior at heart with a natural instinct for battle. Combine that with the crafty double-dealing lessons that Davik had provided him and you get..

before Nora truly managed to swing her axe towards Cabba's left, he moved towards his right, evading the swing of the axe based on the latter's reach, and as Jon and Serie touched sabers he dashed passed Serie's back. As he did the last his lightsaber was purposefully extended diagonally towards his left side as if he had been keeping it there to block Nora's attack even after he had taken an evasive run for it. In truth, just before Serie was to sidestep to her right, Cabba's lightsaber would reach her right leg and as he continued it would cut off both her legs just above the knees. (@anzat17)

Depite Cabba's innate tendency to savagery, he kept his attack surprisingly non-lethal. There was something aching in his mind, you see, and that was that Empress Andraste had saved his life twice while she really didn't had to. He had been and still was a hired help, after all, and not one of her principal pawns or shotcallers and they both had known from the start that he would never become a true Sith. Still she saved his life.. it wasn't the way.. but he couldn't bring himself to end Serie's life because of it, even though keeping her alive so she could report the incident would make sure all bridges between Cabba and Andraste were burned.

If his attack had been successful, Cabba would make sure none of the other raiders would approach to deliver a killing blow to her. As he was wearing Shock Trooper Armor and openly wielded and ignited red lightsaber, the Orosii warrior proclaimed "Dýrð eða dauða" He had shared the flight over with the raiders and none of them should be so foolish as to attack him, but in the heat of battle not all Deucalians had control over their beserker instinct.

@Black Noise @Korvo @Wit @Rimrald @anzat17

 

[Nora Alemanii]

And so the attack began in earnest. Jon striking from the left of Serie, and Cabbas dodging Nora’s axe in order to strike at her legs. All before she sidestepped, Nora, having dedicated the most of her focus on Serie, dashed the roughly three meter distance in her direct and swung both her axes directly for her neck. This attack came at the same time as Cabba’s attack on her legs and as Serie blocked Jon’s lightsaber.

If she dodged Cabba’s non lethal blade, she would meet death at Nora’s axes. The blades came in at both the woman’s right and left sides, making a sidestep lethal.

A cruel smile spread across the Deucalian’s face, Cabba’s had not betrayed her after all. Indeed, Nora had been skeptical when he named her as the leader of the group. But she saw now that it was a ploy to distract Serie. Their attacks moved together, and their blades aimed to decommission the legendary woman before it was too late.

@anzat17

 

[Odin Uriksbane]

"Bah, who asked you?", Odin amusingly replied, taking note of the Mandalorian's particular brand of spite.

Was this personal for him? No... or probably not, at least. But it was apparently enough to earn himself ire. Anger was a double-edged sword, however, one that Odin particularly took note of. Anger could sharpen a person's focus, give them a drive and motivation that surpassed a sense of duty or desire for credits on a job well done. That meant angry soldiers were often the most dangerous kind. But it also made them among the most vulnerable. Anger clouded logic and reason, in much the same way fear did. It wasn't something a person had full control over, it was the manifestation of a biological component in the mind. Made men take dangerous risks, slack in thinking things through. Made them brash, hot-headed, and very_prone to making deadly mistakes.

Well then, let's see if you'll make a few of your own..., Odin remarked inwardly.

He remained behind his cover, that much was a given, but he had to flush his opponent out, or alter the playing field in some way. Reaching to his waist, the Deucalian raider grabbed a smoke grenade and primed it. The Mandalorian was huddled behind several metallic canisters, protecting him from blasterfire, but a screen of smoke had an ambient nature. The Mandalorian did_don a helmet earlier, which meant it might have had a filter, but it was worth it in Odin's eyes to potentially deliver an irritant to his enemy.

Odin at that point double-checked his waist-mounted elduröxi, now stained with blood, then fired his rifle one handedly over the side of his cover, laying down cover-fire for himself as he shot seven more blaster bolts. Under the cover of his feint attack, the Deucalian raider underhandedly tossed the smoke grenade at the metal canisters, taking special note of how much strength he had to apply to do it. If the Mandalorian didn't have a filtered helmet, the smoke would force him out. But even if the Mandalorian did_have one, the smoke would blind his sights and conceal a potential approach, if the Mandalorian were to remain stationary.

With his blaster still primed and enough blaster gas in his cartridge for seven more shots, Odin scurried quietly to the opposite end of the freighter he was taking cover behind. Taking out his battle knife, the Deucalian raider placed the flat edge of the blade against the ground at a tilt, allowing him to marginally glance at his opponent's position to see if he would get flushed out, or if the Deucalian would have to press the attack when making his move.

 

[Jon Atreides]

Even as Serie brought up her blade to block Jon's strike and began moving to the side, Jon was perfectly positioned to see Nora and Cabba attack her, hidden though they were from her view. It was unexpected, not at all what he had expected would happeb, so Serie herself would probably be at even more of a disadvantage when reacting to them. And the outcome of all that seemed clear to him, one of the attacks cutting her down.

And that was not something he was comfortable with, death was never the answer. No matter who, no matter when. So he had to put an end to this fight before that happened. So as Serie would begin sidestepping, Jon reached out with the Force, having already opened himself up to it earlier, and caught her blade in a telekinetic grip, holding it in place and preventing Serie from using it to block the attack he was making. For as he did so he also pulled out his blaster with his free hand and fired off two shots at her, aiming for her lower torso.

With how quickly he moved, him timing the attack even as she was stepping to the side, her blade caught in his grip and unable to deflect the shots, and the point blank range at which the shots were fired, it would leave almost no opportunity for her to defend herself from the attack. Of course, as always his blaster was set to stun, so hopefully he would be able to knock her out and thereby prevent the others from having a reason to attack her and possibly kill her. All this time his one blade was held in a horizontal grip in front of him, a natural followup from her blocking his original strike, held slightly above stomach level and in position to defend and on the alert. This was a battlefield after all, had to stay sharp.

 

[Ditch]

A grenade..... A grenade!

Reaching into his bandoleer Ditch produced a concussion grenade in his right hand, peaking his view from the containers he was behind just as a succession of blaster fire came his way once more but not in any well aimed fashion. Taking the risk of it Ditch exposed only as much of his body as needed to crane his head and aim the throw with his right hand keeping the rest of his body behind cover. With an underhanded he throw sent the primed concussion grenade flying, now it wouldn't matter if it bounced and went a half meter long or wide the blast from the grenade would disrupt the mans vision. Helmet or not if the grenade went off within his field of view, and overload his audio receptors or cause temporary deafness and disorientation but at the same time another object entered the airspace and had a small trail following it.

Trying to flush me out.. Well great minds think alike

The intent of the concussion grenade was to interrupt whatever his opponent had planned and Ditch knew it at least entailed a grenade. When the enemy fire had stopped Ditch left his cover firing three rounds at his enemies position, as those were all it took for him to come to the side of the ship. The grenade would have exploded by now and Ditch would be ready focusing his attention ready to push around the corner of the ship and finish the man off, with his right hand resting on the hilt of his vibrosword he was crouched and close to the corner of the ship. @Korvo

 

[Serie Fond]

Serie was aware of the two to her left movements as their ruse of a fight drifted closer to her. She was already suspicious of the other Sith and had suspected betrayal from the start. She had thought it odd him even being there in the first place. Her right hand slipped from her lightsaber and, thanks to her overcoat, was completely concealed while she did so. Once the other two were within their striking distance from her she unleashed a devastating force blast she had quickly gathered in her right hand, still concealed under her long white overcoat, just under her armpit. The blast was quite large, and as the two attacking her were just now swinging their blades at her she highly doubted that they would be able to even know what had happened before being ragdolled by her force blast. Her blasts had enough power behind them to shatter bone and break apart solid rock. If they weren't wearing armor they would have probably died, as it was a concussion and a few broken bones might be inflicted due to them being armored. They would sent towards one of the freighters to her left about ten meters away.


She was then shot by the two stun rounds by the Jedi before she could do anything else and passed out right there and then.


(OOC Series force blast.

 

[Cabba Orosii]

Cabba didn't quite realize what was happening before he was -again- flying backwards with a pressing pain coursing through his ribcage. He knew this feeling, as powerful Force users, primarily Sith Pureblood, had blasted him with the Force on multiple planets now. Somehow this time it didn't fuel his anger and made him fly into a blind rage. It was.. the effect of getting used to failure. About fourteen meters backwards from where Serie and Jon still were, Cabba landed on his back, armor being torn to shreds as he glided across hot tarmac and came to a burning halt near one of the 35-series Light Freighters he had come here to steal.

Despite the pain in his chest, Cabba managed to raise himself to a somewhat seated position and just in time to see Serie collapse to the ground. He didn't know whether she was just unconscious or dead, but seeing as there was a lightsaber still ignited he assumed the latter and smiled. "She kriffing blasted me." he shook his head ever so slighty, for his entire neck felt sore, "-her only ally." The Mandalorian obviously didn't count.. he wasn't a Force-user. Neither did the fact he had been about to betray her himself count in his view, for he'd had a good reason in choosing his people over credits.

Cabba let his head rest on the tarmac again, watching the skies above. "I don't karking understand the Exiles," no wait, his ability to formulate words lessened, "-or the Sith, whatever." Then, slowly, his world went dark as Cabba lost consciousness.

 

[Nora Alemanii]

Nora’s body flew back several meters as she was hit with the Force blast. Unfortunately for her, she was not wearing a set of powerful armor to cushion any blows. Her body flew a bit higher and farther than Cabbas’s own, especially considering he had swung low and she had swung high. Nora soared for a few terrifying seconds before hitting and bouncing across the top of a freighter. Her shoulder shifted to an uncomfortable angle and twisted to a point where the average person would squeal in pain.

However, no sound came forth from Nora, for she felt nothing. As her body rested and stopped atop the freighter, Nora slumped, unmoving. Her consciousness had left her, the sheer force of the powerful repulse knocking Nora unconscious with ease. On one hand, it was good that she was no longer conscious to feel the pain. On the other hand, it was nearly a death sentence if she still had an enemy to fight.

Thankfully, their surprise had worked enough so that their enemy was also unconscious. With Jon to protect them, and with Nora having been flung in the opposite direction of the remaining Deucalian and Mandalorian, she was relatively safe for now.