Once More Unto the Breach

[Odin Uriksbane]

No sooner had Odin undertossed his own grenade did he blink at seeing double. Whether it be irony or coincidence, hurling through the air at his initial position was another grenade, delivered by the enemy.

Shavit!, he yelled aloud in his head. It was a perilous situation, particularly as Odin had no way of knowing what sort of explosive was being delivered, but was never_a tactically-sound idea to be anywhere near_a grenade detonation.

Thankfully, Odin's original plan still provided him an escape; as soon as he hurled his grenade, and the enemy hurled his, Odin abandoned his position, dropping a second primed smoke grenade and dashing out of the way as he made a diving roll and then a sprint, racing for the opposite end of the freighter, and putting him well out of any grenade's range of detonation. A sound not unlike a thunderclap proceeded from behind him, affirming the grenade was concussive in nature, but Odin did not miss the included sounds of a blaster firing and metallic clanks. Blaster fire that had been directed at his previous location. Now at the opposite end, Odin edged around the side of the freighter, able to clearly see that the Mandalorian was no longer by the crates.

Glancing back around the other side of the freighter, where he had previously just been, and seeing no sign of the enemy, Odin came to three conclusions; either the Mandalorian was waiting on the opposite end of the freighter, had retreated, or had taken cover somewhere else in the landing field. Given the Mandalorian firing at Odin's previous position just moments earlier, however, it didn't take a astrographical savant to figure out which was the most likely scenario. Pulling another grenade from his belt, this time a frag grenade, Odin primed the explosive and rolled it on the ground, through the smoke cloud he left, back toward and just past his original position at the corner of the vessel, before he ran for safety, where it would detonate, then aimed his blaster rifle around the opposite end of the freighter relative to his position, and waited. If by some miracle the grenade didn't kill the Mandalorian, then Odin would make sure his blaster would.

 

[Jon Atreides]

Jon was left standing there as the three men and women who had surrounded him all dropped unconscious to the ground at varying distances around him. He was still left holding the Sith's lightsaber in the Force, and promptly put his own blade away and clutched hers out of the air where it still floated in front of him. Maybe a little trickery could end this confrontation before it really began.

Raising the blade above him, he started shouting at the Mandalorians as he made towards the ships, "Everyone stand down! Lay down your arms! The fight is over." From the looks of it the Mandalorians were allied with the Sith, and nothing said Sith like a red blade. Hopefully they would not know one red blade wielding Force user from another and would just assume it was their Sith commander ordering them to surrender.

But though some heard and started following his command, he was able to spot a fight still going on as he approached the ships, and prepared to put an end to it as well. As his own fight had wrapped up literally moment after it began, by the time Jon was able to run over towards the ships the two combatants were done tossing grenades at each other and taking cover on either side of one of the ships. Approaching from the side, he was able to see them both, and quickly identified one of them as one of Nora's companions.

Well, before things got out of hand he had to stop this little fight. No one else was dying on his watch. Pulling out his blaster, he fired off three shots towards the Mandalorian, still set to stun. He didn't much care if the shots hit, his intention was to catch his attention.

"The fight is over, you've lost. Lay down your arms and no harm will come to you."

Of course, just because his crackpot of a plan had worked so far didn't mean that it would continue to work, so he still had the Sith's lightsaber lit and in hand, his senses on alert in case someone tried to take a pot shot at him.

 

[Ditch]

Before he could round the corner of the freighter, still crouched and poised to attack from the opposite side of the ship a set of blaster bolts panged against the ships hull. Causing Ditch to rotate putting his back to the way he was facing making sure to keep the ship to his right side and the direction the shots had come from partially to his front. The angle wasn't ideal but it would have to do as he heard an unfamiliar voice yelling and wielding a crimson saber; although it was suspicious he didn't much care. At the current time who was alive and who was dead was irrelevant to him as he shouted back

"I know you're not with us, but I don't much care because I don't think you're with them either. This one must face justice for killing my people. You tell him to lay down his arms and on my honor so will I. (@Wit)" Ditch finished, still keeping his focus on the side of the ship he expected his opponent to be on when the explosion happened. Clearly the man on this figure shoutings side wasn't done fighting, and as the grenade detonated Ditch turned his body to be parallel with the ship and backpedaled the few steps to bring himself into cover on the corner of the ship which would unknowingly put him at odds with the grenade throwing delucian.

With his blaster pistol still in hand and another concussion grenade primed in his right hand Ditch would try once more to reason with his aggressor "I offer you the same worlds I did when we started fighting. Leave the way you came and you have my honor I will not pursue!(@Korvo)" Ditch was ready to fight and die for his people if need be, but he was a man of honor and a man who could see when the odds were not in his favor. "Do what you will with the Sith who came to help us, I don't much care."

 

[Odin Uriksbane]

Odin had been around the galaxy, seen his fair share of sights to see. Between the far edges of the galaxy, the Sith, Jedi and the Force, and everything inbetween, there was very little that took the Uriksbane survivor by surprise. However, every once in a while, there were those moments where even Odin couldn't believe what he was hearing. And this... this_was one of them.

Scoffing, holding in a chuckle of his own as he reached down and unhooked his elduröxi, preparing a final charge to kill the particularly defiant Mandalorian that wouldn't seem to just die_already. There is no murder in battle, the Deucalian raider mused, activating the bluish-white blade of his axe. Those boys were poor warriors, but were warriors nonetheless. Only the stupid pick up the blaster without being ready to die for it.

Odin had no interest in a pointless exchange with the Mandalorian, who came across to him as rather sentimental for a warrior, but did give pause as the Jedi Knight from earlier made an appearance once more. Glancing back, Odin could see several bodies on the ground. Nora, for one. Cabba was there, as was the Sith he'd accompanied. He honestly hadn't been paying attention to their confrontation, but he could only guess by the results that they won. 'They'. That Jedi wasn't one of them, but Odin wasn't about to let his personal feelings deliver him to confront that recognizable face. He'd heard of that Jedi, Jon Atreides, during his time with Republic task forces. When the offer from the Jedi went to the Mandalorian, Odin grinded his teeth, but slowly mounted his elduröxi back onto his waist. Whatever his personal feelings, he was not about to clash against the decision of a Jedi bearing that level of renown, at least not ill-prepared.

"Other way around, ner vod !", Odin said, begrudgingly. "The field is ours―we're not going anywhere ! You want to stay here and die, or fight another day? Make your choice!"

 

[Jon Atreides]

Jon lowered his blaster, and pointed with the Sith's blade at a small shuttle sitting outside the hangar. "You're all alone now, and not in any condition to be making demands. Leave and live to see another day. Enough blood has been spilled today."

He'd keep a sharp eye on the Mandalorian and if he complied with the request Jon would wait till he left and the ship was out of sight before returning his attention to the two Sith left behind and make sure they were still knocked out and get the Deucalians to help him safely secure them.

His eyes would then fall on the ship the Sith woman had come in and he'd wander off to examine it while the Deucalians cleaned up the mess left in the aftermath of the battle.

The Deucalians would keep the freighters they had come for, but he was gonna keep this ship, and the two Sith. The information he could get from them was worth far more to him.

/Exit Thread.

@Korvo @Rimrald

 

[Ditch]

"I will see you on the field of battle again Jetti" Ditch spat before addressing the Delucian "Next time I see you or any of your white haired kin, it will be with you in chains or under a Mandalorian blade." Ditch sneered as he made his way towards the shuttle and a handful of the surviving Mandalorian boys carrying a wounded warrior made their way onboard.

Turning the ships long range transmitter on and hailing another Mandalorian Ditch was practiacally screaming while holding his helmet in his left hand "dir dayn vaii bik liek teh, vaii liek korsh yaim bal joruur haar aliitsjag par a urciring!"

The encrypted channel fell silent as his words were received and for a brief moment of pure rage Ditch smashed his helmet against the wall of the shuttle and screamed. Trying to process what he had just been involved in as these outsiders had so easily come to his planet and brought death to his people, justice must served.

/Exit thread