Ask We Just Need To Top Up

[Nox Solus]

Nox stood in the belly of a shuttle with fellow Mandalorians, the ship rumbling softly as they could feel it dock against the port of the station. Once more he was on the move and this time he found himself at Bannistar Station, a massive refueling silo for ships passing through the South. The Alor had been eyeing it for a while as he had used it himself across his travels and had firsthand experience of its value. It would be a resupply point for the fleet and also provide them a steady income of revenue if they seized it.

The Alor wasn't by himself, two others accompanied him and both familiar faces. One was Aria, the Solus standing out easily for him and requesting her assistance again in this endeavor. The other was Rynn, the Mandalorian that had first appeared with the Sith Lord and had given them the ultimatum. It would be the first time the two had worked together but if he had been by the Sith Lord's side, there must have been merit to his skills. All of them would have removed clan symbols that they could have, resembling more mercenaries than anything else. To cover most of his armor, Nox had a brown and worn poncho that at least made the symbols unviewable.

The three wouldn't be the only Mandalorians on the station either as the past few days small squads of clansmen had been dropped off. Pirates ran the station but after having it for so long, they seemingly went "legit" and just ran the refuel silo like a space pit stop, albeit at exorbitant prices that they set. Mandalorians of different clans would be stationed throughout the station, waiting for the signal as they just mixed in with the rest of the occupants throughout.

Nox and the others would hear the air hiss as the docking rings latched onto each other, an official about to greet them once the doors opened. He turned toward the others, "Once we're inside, we take our positions. I'll give the signal to you and the rest when it's time." They had a few moments to discuss before they entered the station.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

Doing what she always did best in situations of waiting she went about her gear making sure everything she wanted and needed was with her, her fingers glided along the various Grenades along her belt counting them one by one with a simple wipe of her hand along it, her hands then went to rest on the back of both her Pistols setting them just that little bit deeper into their holster giving their grip each a solemn slap to make sure they were loaded up proper, she then shuffled her Grenade Launcher snugly to the side of her Jetpack making sure to bring an extra round for it just incase which she shuffled into her belt.

This Station was not all that unfamiliar to Van'Aria albeit that it didn't bring any memories she, like the Alor often passed through here either for need of refueling, repairwork or refitting and with its advantagous spot on their Warpath it would create a critical Depot for their efforts that would cut down response time of many things within their fleet, a teaching immedietly jumped into her mind citing it in her mind: ["Control, not something Mandalore was used to but something more important for expansion is simple... Logistics. They win a War."] and that was one of the fundamentals she lived by, Skill in battle can turn a tide, Logistics will win the War.

"Ta'raysh bal soletar."

She made clear to them that they were Docking even if it was already much apparent due to the ambient noises resounding, she approached each of them both to hand them a extra pack for their chosen sidearm and unless stopped would fit it to their respective belts almost autonomously, she was on autopilot and rarely did she ever notice herself in such a state.

"Ni malyasa'yr va ret' t'ad skotah gaan, Ni malyasa'yr ne'waadas gar bintar at gar jatne."

Once she made sure everyone was accounted for she reached for a large Tarp she brought with herself and wrapped herself in it creating a very makeshift robe to conceal herself, she crimped the neck endings together and tightened the fabric around her helmet, whilst it looked rather crude it had a touch of a feel like a crude attempt at resembling something similiar to a modernized Neo-Crusaders Helmet only with more pronounced features.

Pulling her hands into her makeshift Robe she gave each of them a final nod just before the Doors opened, she was ready for what was to come.

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[Rynn Itera]

Muse
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Rynn was perhaps the most unorthodox of the trio, his people and traditions had been shaped far away from the reaches of traditional Mandalorian space, and thus they did what they had to do to survive. His father's armor would be too flashy for such a mission, to wear horns and the markings of the long lost Mand'alor, would be a dead giveaway of who he was -- he needed something inconspicuous.

The plastoid armor and helmet felt bare and uncomforting to the Mandalorian, how the governments of the galaxy once thought this armor was befitting of a fighting force was beyond him, but it would get the job done. He wore a simple set of white robes over top of the old armor, and the Jedi markings on the pauldrons had been etched and painted over to denote some sort of exiled member of the Jedi order. The conquered lightsaber was strapped to the side of his belt, along with his dual holsters, and the E-11 blaster which hung across his chest.

The job would be simple enough and Rynn had little doubt that he would need the various gadgets on his traditional armor. He'd take one last look at his magazines and would accept the offering from Aria with a soft smile hidden beneath his helmet. It was she who had given him a chance when so many others had shunned the practices of his people.

"Ready when you are.." His voice rasped through the communicator of his helmet. "I'll follow your lead."

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[Nox Solus]

Like the others, Nox rechecked his armaments as well, each weapon in pristine condition and fully loaded. A prayer was silently utter from his lips to place a blessing upon each weapon. He had his Peacemaker out and angled downward when Aria approached him and the other. Another magazine was offered to them and he took it graciously as he offered a slight cock of his head to her. After what had transpired at the shipyards of Ubrikkia and their close call, he wasn't going to scoff at free and extra ammunition. "Thanks. Let's hope these ones don't bite." His words held a humorous and appreciative tone, relishing the opportunity to fight living beings. The Alor utterly hated the infected.

Nox would turn his attention to Rynn after he spoke and gave him a curt nod. Once again, he knew nothing of the Mandalorian's experience but he sounded confident. "Reports from inside are that the station has an adequate garrison, consisting of mostly pirates. However, a suitable amount of the station is patrolled by droids, commanded from a control center. Our primary target." The Crusaders partaking in the operation were fierce and experienced but it didn't mean they needed to be placed against insurmountable odds. "Second, the security center that coordinates the pirate forces. Third, an armory deep in the guts of the station. They get to it, this fight will become a lot more bloody."

The group would hear mechanisms in the door shift and rotate, indicating their time was at a close. Nox stood in front of the door, turning his head slightly to see the others in the corner of his eye, "Give nothing." After the phrase left his mouth, the docking ring would be fully connected and the door would open. Nox would be the first to step out, their small team greeted by another of similar size.

It was one official, dressed in raggedy but fancy clothing to signify his status. The two that flanked them were his guards but obviously pirates, their gear makeshift and a mixture of different pieces from different sets. The Weequay dock official glanced at his clipboard and then at the Mandalorians, "Shit, where the hell are all of you coming from?" He felt like he had seen dozens of mercenaries in the past few days.

Nox's answer would be short and sweet with a shrug coming before, "Where there isn't any work." The official gave a comedic scoff but wouldn't be able to add anything as a bag of credits was tossed to him, the metallic jingle iconic. "Top off the ship." With a quick snatch, the Weequay caught it easily, his attention fixed on the money before he slipped it into his coat. The Alor wasn't concerned, they would be getting the money back soon.

With a slight suspicious glare held for a few moments, the official eventually shrugged his shoulders as none of the others had caused problems. "Of course, feel free to wait in the cantina. We've already dealt with the hassle of your religion and know you won't separate with your weapons. But if they leave their holsters once, however, you're done for." The pirates would step to the side, allowing the Mandalorians to enter. Instead of saying anything, Nox would just offer an invisible tip of his hat to the official before he pressed on.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

As the doors opened, her gaze transformed into stone behind her Visor, her focus lied on getting her companions the updates and directions they needed, thankfully with her large makeshift robe one would not see her idly pressing away at her vambrace and since she maintained her Armor almost religiously it made little noise when doing so.

Shuffling slowly forwards and past the Weequay she made herself stand out almost like a Priest inbetween the two others, her head turned from side to side taking in every detail of the Station they stepped onto, though when the Weequay addressed all of them she gave a respectful bow of her head before simply going forwards on her merry way, infact she would divert the way the Weequay suggested, the Cantina but more importantly there was more to it.

As she walked she pressed a button on her Vanbrace sending them a blueprint of the Station to their built in HUDs, one that was not up to date but it should work for their operation, she was someone that did her Homework ahead of the Mission so it already had the main POIs marked out with a red blinking marker which made it easier to visualize what Nox just said, if he wanted it or not it enhanced his vision of a Plan.

Once they were out of Earshot she slowly spoke, up again but this time keeping her voice low as it crackled into their helmets for added chance of understanding her, she isolated the Commlink to just the three of them.

"Nox, ti gar o'r ukaragir ke'gyce Ni va subay dinuir ke'gyce olar bid Ni malyasa'yr bu'lita."

She pulled forth a Smartpad beneath her Robes and hid it as best as she could whilst making adjustments to the realtime map the two of them had displayed for them, she marked out two possible ways of approaching this conundrum of Takeover which she now explained.

"Cuun malhr cuyir pakod, Hecvesika be Tiyeagir, ibic liser cuyir narir o'r t'ad miai, mhi liser athu'neha Gar Marev daab bal riditr va nei'idr de lenedat I'nati'a sol'yc bal epiryu rie kadava'r at hokaanir a Taya at cuun ashi t'ad butav ra, mhi ohira at Ke'gyce Petir dilida Tarka'yr Kovid bal hiibir bu'yruta be mies ruoa ibic Tiyeagir, ralye malyasa'yr haa'taylir katkta vagale va Kadale, meh Ni kapr bu'lita ibic hwa cuyir cuun buskra'amtu be Nari, Manda'yaim malyasa'yr jivaor ti riye bat bic meh mhi va shi rimarida ibic tiyeagir a balyc butahya mies brokar at cuun baova."

She then drew two phase lines along the Map each of them denoting a specific progression of their Plan once having reached it, she then distributed the final rendition to each of them giving them leisure to pass it along if need be.

"Mirdir be cuun adate, val hwa olaror sol'yc. Ratiin." She directed these words directly at Nox.

 

[Rynn Itera]

Rynn stepped forward, following the pair with a silent determination hidden beneath the visage of the old war helmet. The cold lifeless visor peered towards the Weequay and his pirate thugs, but nothing escaped from his lips. Instead, he would focus on the information passed along by Nox, and began to paint it with the intelligence map that flashed across his HUD. Logistically it would make for the most sense to take control of the station themselves, if they used the armory or heavy firepower, it could risk structural damage to the station -- which would defeat the purpose of their job here.

These ideas and strategies floated across his head as he mostly droned out the Mando'a, he recognized the tongue, but he nor his tribe had ever spoken those words, for they had been barred from ever speaking it again, and with time the practice and understanding of the old words had slowly been lost. He'd tilt his head slightly as they stepped through the station's halls and into a small grimey cantina.

A band of mixed race aliens played some loud and traditional style cantina music, while a mixture of various faces could be seen inside. Leather vests with Klatoonian writing, what appeared to be a few long-haul shipping pilots, and of course your typical scum that mingled about in these parts. His helmet would bop towards the pair as he switched to his internal communicator.

"Heads up," the words were mostly shot in the direction of Aria, "Not all of us speak the old tongue." He'd step towards one of the booths and would post up beside it, his thoughts coming across to the group. "I don't know what she said, but I assume it was a detailed plan. If I was running this operation, this is what I would do. You said you have men lingering about? Have them cause a dispute, something physical with hands, but big enough to draw a lot of security attention towards that position. Once the attack will begin, their men will have a ways to go to get to that armory, but they'll never get there. With the distraction, a split should happen and both the Security and Control station should be taken at once. Droids can be disarmed or even re-routed to our defenses, and with the control station under our control, we control the doors and locks. We use the newfound droids and the door mechanisms to funnel the pirates into a chokepoint, and give them an ultimatum, to take up the ways of a foundling or die."

His internal communicator clicked off as he peered towards the pair, curious of what they thought of his idea.

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[Nox Solus]

Nox calmly sauntered through the station as he receded into his old life rather easily. As they went through the station, he couldn't help but think of his past experiences only a couple of years ago. When he had been a simple bounty hunter, exploring the galaxy and bringing back whatever scraps he could to the Clan in order for them to survive. There were parts of him that missed the freedom that he had back then but he would never go back even if given the choice. The Solus clan has come far and to fall into that state again was unthinkable for him.

The others provided their suggestions on how to tackle the stations, both providing good points in their plans. But, the final comment that Aria had decided to make had been too far, especially given that seemed to make it a point for him to hear as if he hadn't before. Nox would just stop completely in his tracks when they were in an empty hallway, his gaze locked ahead for a second before he turned around to face the fellow Solus directly. The Alor would take a step forward toward her, shortening the distance to a couple of feet, it made clear just from his stance that she had overstepped.

"I am Solus'alor, your Alor," His tone would be easy for her to read and an authority behind it she couldn't muster if she wanted. There wasn't room for her to debate or to retort, she was just there to listen to what he said dutifully. "Every decision I make I weigh against the lives it could cost my people. I do not need a reminder of my duty when I know it full well and its consequences. Remember that, always." Nox was always open to suggestions and ideas from others but to imply he didn't think of their people, from a warrior he had just met recently, that he wouldn't leave unchecked.

The Alor would then step and turn away from them both before continuing to walk, the line still open for him to talk with Rynn as well, "Given the choice of the way or death, that is a rather easy one. I will not have spiced up and drunkard pirates miring our ranks. You raise good suggestions, however. Rynn, take the command center for the droids and seize control. I'll take the security center. Aria, hold the armory, get access if you can but if you can't, prevent anyone else from getting in at least." At that point, they would be separated and assumed to be on their way to take their positions with the maps provided, "I'll call in the distraction. Once you see the guards start moving, that will be your cue."

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

As Nox turned, she too stopped both of them were inches away from one another Visor peering into Visor, it was a curious sight, both of them were of equal height so neihter of the two would be looking down on someone, silence ensued for a brief moment, Van'Aria spoke naught, she did not have to, this was the reaction she wanted from him, emotions swelled in him and that was a quality that was both trait and flaw at once, to his surprise she felt not intimidated, no, she stared coldly through him.

As his words resounded they would impact into her as if thrust onto paper, it was incredibly hard to read her reception of the Words especially with most of her Body obscured in that robe, she was willing to go lengths he would likely abstain from that she knew deeply inside of her head, she knew he was true to his word and wanted to command his Authority with example because it was his duty, to not only spread respect but also to make certain someone would not undermine him yet there was no retort, no answer, only a unmoving, unflincing gaze.

It was only when he reached his last few sentences that her eyes narrowed beneath her Visor, if he was this impulsive she elected to not speak on it for it would create a apprehension neither of the two needed, there would be a time one that will be inevitable but not now, and not today.

Once Nox had split from them, she herself turned to motion again, her Steps with purpose and direction, she cut off into a different alley shortly afterwards as their Paths each would eventually diverge and as she did so she spoke a final time in their isolated line of communication, this time, in Basic so that Rynn could understand aswell.

"You will get what you want."

Her voice sounded cold, indifferent, wholly different than Nox remembered it, it carried unrelentless purpose, he had spurned a flame inside of her mayhaps unintentionally but it was enough for her to do as she did best, her mind shut everything else out and focused on a simple thing, if he wanted proof, he shall have it.

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[Nox Solus]

Each of the Mandalorians went their own way, each given an objective that they would hold responsibility for. Nox heard Aria's voice in his helmet as he walked, the tone carrying her words obvious, but he quickly just pushed it away to focus. She could be flustered but as long as she did her job then he wouldn't have any issues. Nox wanted the station, nothing else.

The station was lightly packed, the inside mostly filled with the droids, pirates, station crew, and a few travelers here and there. Because of the variety, it allowed the Alor to easily walk throughout the station as he mixed in with the rest and the Mandos already planted throughout. As the security center drew closer, he would walk past fellow Mandalorians that had been waiting in that sector. Once Nox passed, they would let a few moments go by before they would follow after him one by one discreetly as they could.

Nox would turn down a hallway and approach a small set of stairs, a squad of fellow Crusaders behind him but spaced out to avoid suspicion. They navigated to the "second" level before arriving at a large lobby. The security center was at the other end, two guards standing out at the front as they watched the passing crew meander about.

Slowing his gait to match those around him, Nox would simply enter the lobby and take up a spot on a nearby pillar. His arms crossed over his chest as he faced the opposite way, ready to wait for the perfect moment. The others that followed him would slowly enter, taking different spots in the room and specifically different angles.

Once the other Crusaders with him were in position and had checked in, Nox tucked away from the guards and activated his comms, "Boys, start a party, a loud one. The way we do." The words weren't for the other two but the three Mandalorians in the cantina. Each one would take a swig of their drink before one randomly turned and headbutted the one next to him, bottles and tables broken next. In the span of a few short seconds, the fight would grow in size, and guards throughout the station would start to trickle toward the bar.

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[Rynn Itera]

Rynn did not have to wait for any further confirmation or chit chat, he had his mission objective -- now it was time to execute. He'd slide away from the walk, and would pop out as the fight began to break out in the cantina. He'd wave towards the guards calling out to them. "Some sort of schutta is starting shit in the bar, shit's getting out of hand quick!"

The Mandalorian did his best to put on a concerned voice, but it was all part of the ruse. He'd continue to move towards the guards as they came rushing towards his direction, letting himself bump into one of them to nab at the datachit that clung to his belt. He'd throw his hands up in an apology and would keep moving forward as if nothing had happened.

"Nabbed a key to the control room, heading there now." The Mandalorian would crack through his helmet's network comms. Using the data provided from the two prior, he would push forward and take a left. "The fight seems to be working as intended, guards are routing towards the bar. Should give us a few minutes to make the hit. I'll be ready to go here shortly."

The Mando would crack off his communicator as he rounded the corner and looked towards the elevator that sat at the end of the white halls of the station. There he would find access to get into the control room. He didn't rush or break into a sprint, there was no need at this point -- no one had suspected them yet.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

And sure enough, it took root, just as Nox began with his Team to raise the ruckus they ensured to raise the entire station began to brim to life, Guards and officials from all corners began rushing around in a hectic scuffle, it was time for her to orchestrate a crescendo so that true chaos ensued.

She brushed past a group of fellow Mandalorians and once ensuring that they knew what was going to happen she gestured for them to tag along, her commlink cut into a different channel one that only Nox as Commander of this attack had additional access and bleedthrough from.

"Ni copaanir t'ad bat auxillary taap, gar malyasa'yr trattok'or o'r skotah sulye saryr yactiyar jurkad bal taylir Surnr vaal mhi rahlida e'yar'u, Tsikador gar gadi atidr Ni copaanir t'ad nahayr bat ceratir asas catnat asas mhi taabir."

She directed the people with her with purpose and clarity in mind, she updated their movements actively on the provided map up until the point they were going to strike.

"Udes be gar gursr a marev ti ni, mhi malyasa'yr nynir etid urakto bal iviin'yc nayc la'gatior, mhi malyasa'yr verborir Alor ca'nara kaysh ne'waadas bal sto."

It was then that Plans were set into motion and, two minutes had passed since Nox had started his distractions, each of Aria's comrades had taken their place, and so had she, forming a small fist with a shock squadron that she put together of those that were around.

Just as the first Guards left the Armory hastily rushing towards the Cantina... two Mandalorians let loose of their wrist Rockets, but their point of aim wasn't the Guards, it was the Doors of the Armory, more directly its closing mechanism which they simply blew away in loud and violent fashion.

"Par Alor!"

Capitalizing on the Chaos she led her small squadron into Battle as they jetted forth each of them making a direct line towards the Entrance unleashing bolt after bolt of blaster-fire in their wake a coordinated and aggressive Maneuver one befitting Mandalorians, one thing was however certain, with two violent Fronts created by both Nox and Aria, Rynn would have it likely the quietest.

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[Nox Solus]

After the scuffle was started in the cantina, the whole station buzzed with activity. Guards from various quadrants of the station left to handle the fight, which had grown to envelop the whole cantina as Mandalorians would perfectly know how to start a good brawl. Soldiers filed out from the security center as well, not left completely abandoned but at least lessening the number that would have to be faced.

Once they left and Nox could listen to Aria commence the assault on the armory, it was time to move. The Alor would simply step out from behind the pillar, not a single command issued as one would not be needed. As he moved out into the open, he simply peeled the poncho off and threw it away, revealing his full crimson beskar'gam and being a mass of metal, muscle, and weaponry.

The two guards who sentried outside locked on him when he drew close as one reached for his radio but it was too late. Immediately, Nox planted his feet and lifted his right arm, the repulsor whirring to life before it unleashed a concussive blast. The force sent them flying through the window of the security center behind them, revealing the personnel inside that operated the network.

Upon seeing the Alor, the crew ran away but guards from breakrooms and whatever else inside would run out, vibroswords and stun batons in their hands. The fellow Mandalorians that accompanied him would also throw off their disguises, blaster bolts exchanged across the room soon after as positions were taken by each side.

Small battle lines formed as Nox withdrew his beskad and lightsaber, a combination of beskar and plasma. One cry would be given out by the Alor and straight to the point, "If anyone leaves with a clean blade today, I'll send you to Kad myself! Take the center! Give nothing!" The fellow Crusaders needed little else for the fuse and bloodlust inside them to be ignited, "OYA!" With a collective roar fueled by adrenaline, the Mandalorians would charge, half of them taking to the air with Nox to crash down from above while the others remained in the group.

The Alor would descend into the middle of the pirates, a whirlwind of death as his beskad and lightsaber struck out with efficiency. Limbs would fly and blood would spray onto Nox as he cut a path directly through the pirates and to the center.

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

Concentrated chaos ensued as two fronts of battle waged a collective Battle for the Station, and with more and more Security Personnel unable to get properly armed the already overwhelming opposition of the Mandalorians became unstoppable, those unarmed or merely forced into melee battle were cut down if not killed in seconds noone of those present hesitated a grim display of the hard and direct Iron Fist that Mandalorians were.

Whilst Nox waged his skirmish, Aria pressed forth, a Pincer formation shaped like an Arrow flew directly towards the entrance of the Armory with deadly speed, headed by Aria herself she crashed through the main entrance like a Hammer meeting metal, she grabbed the hold of a Human that stood in her way as she flew low and direct pulling him along with her momentum as she came to a halt inside the compound.

The abrupt movement janked the man off balance as he was dragged along and once Aria stopped dead in her tracks slamming the man to the ground, his neck gave a eery crack as his body went limp he would not create a threat no longer.

"Bie apd Arsitar gar mar'eyir cuyir gar at riditr va at gar udes. Tengaanar etid kot be Manda'yaim!"

Briefly after Aria herself had landed inside, so flanked two more Mandalorians her left and right, another third came in shortly afterwards whilst her Auxillary shooters slowly began cutting towards the Door, the Formation resembled a staggered Diamond but such would matter little as they broke shortly afterwards each of them in autonomy cutting their own warpath into the Armory.

However, the Armory would not deign them with a easy time, as security emplacements and blaster emplacements returned heavy fire turning the fighting soon into two fronts, one defending the door, whilst the other slowly pressed forwards.

To their surprise the Armory was mostly barren with Weaponry, atleast heavier weaponry, which limited their effort of scavenging and using the Armaments of the Pirates against themselves, however this also meant that the Pirates had naught overly powerful to stop them with either, this changed the playing fields.

"Ba'slanar bic. Mhi malyasa'yr be'urnida a'uym Ukoror, gursr laam ti ni bal gebi laam, sulye saryr etie projor sacitanr mhi a'yaoa'ira."

During their advance, both Rynn and Nox should they review the progress of the Assault via the Minimap would see that Aria first Phase Line had been crossed which meant she had executed the first assault and was in the middle of continueing forwards.

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[Rynn Itera]

It seemed the party had begun and blaster fire had already begun to snap and echo down the halls, Rynn turned back to the distant sounds for a brief moment and scoffed a bit beneath the helmet. So many Mandalorians were quick to fire and strike at their opponents, it was brutal and crude -- but, it served its purpose. True strength is submission without firing a single shot. The Mandalorian thought back to the Jedi that he had defeated on Kessel, not even a single blaster from himself, nor any active engagement from the Spice Lord had been required, their minds were their deadliest weapon of them all.

He drew his dual hand blasters and twirled them in his hand, shooting at the elevator door, and frying the controls which prevented them from shutting. With a quick jog he'd slide in and would start the ascent into the control room. He counted down as it began to groan to a stop. Within moments of the door swinging open, Rynn would step through aiming his blaster to his right and firing two blaster shots into the center mass of a droid -- taking it down.

The control operators turned and raised their hands up, the fear was clear on their face, he could see it in their eyes. The Mandalorian would fire a single shot, whizzing it inches past the Rodian's head. "If you want to live, do as I say." His words cut through his helmet's communicator. "Reroute the droids in operation under my control...do so and you'll walk from this place alive."

The Rodian turned in its chair and seemed hesitant, but the click of the barrel against the back of its head sent the message loud and clear. The spindly fingers would begin to work, and those operating on the floor would begin to notice that one by one, the droids that had turned hostile would seem to stand down and turn to their defense. "You're doing good..."

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[Nox Solus]

The battle was close quarters, brutal, and bloody. One side was armored and experienced Crusaders and the other were pirates resting on their laurels. Despite that, the garrison put up a hearty resistance, the two lines still locked in the center of the room. It was part of the plan however as the battleline kept in place while the assault from the air tore at their insides, splitting their attention.

Nox pushed through toward the center, his real objective, the Alor covered in blood as his beskad dripped the crimson liquid too. "Punch through!" The shout fueled wit His heartbeat furiously as his breathing drew heavy as well but he continued on. A pirate stepped from behind him, stabbing him in the shoulder with a stun baton but missing in between the plates. Nox let out a sort of snarl before he spun around, his beskar first pushing the weapon away before his lightsaber cleaved the pirate's head off.

As he turned about halfway, to face the center, he saw another set up behind him and try to aim a rifle toward his back. Instead of completing the turn, Nox would activate his jetpack as he took off and straight into Weequay. The two of them would collide against the door, knocking it down fully as they both landed with a grunt.

The pirate attempted to stab him with his right hand but Nox shot out his elbow, smacking it out of his hand as he lifted his other arm with the beskad, twirled so it faced downward before he impaled it through the Weequay beneath him. Feeling the man give out, the Alor rolled over and saw the exposed circular console.

Standing up, the Alor would to the center and glance around, finding another operator but hiding in the corner. Sheathing his beskad, he roughly gripped the collar of the man before shoving him toward the console. The Peacemaker drawn and aimed at the gut, simply gestured with his gun, "Shut down their communications now." No further motivation was needed when seeing a blood-soaked Mandalorian. A few seconds into the typing, Nox comm'd the others, "They'll be going dark any moment now."

 

[Rynn Itera]

"O-okay...it's done, jussa' don't hurt men?" The Rodian's voice strained in Huttese, as it threw its hands up. It turned back and stared at the white armored Mandalorian with big black eyes, pleading for the Mandalorian to stay true to its words. Rynn watched the pirate technician for a moment, his finger close to the trigger. A Mandalorian stays true to his word, no matter what.

His teeth clenched and he motioned with his blaster to the side. "Down the elevator, don't head towards the cantina, take an emergency pod and send a distress signal. If you survive, let your friends know that the Mandalorian people are no longer just hired guns...we stand for something greater."

He flicked the gun back on the Rodian, "And if you try anything stupid...I will hunt you down myself." The words were cold and ruthless, in the past he would have shot dead the Rodian after he served his use, but things were different now. Glimpses of Mandalore came to mind, and the ruthlessness he had shown on the Mandalorian who tried to resist Raze -- he thought of the Kessel slaves and the threats he put on their lives. Am I getting soft...

He pushed the thoughts away as he moved to take a seat, his fingers bouncing across the controls as he took a good look at the droids in their possession. With a flick of his hand he would send out a command to the droids to begin patrolling room by room, securing any of the pirates and thugs that remained and to begin moving them to a secured and sealed docking bay.

"The Control units are secured, beginning clean up." His raspy voice cracked through the Mandalorian comms channel.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

With a collective charged the Mandalorians that stood with Van'Aria joined her in a valiant effort to claim the Armory for all that it was worth, those that disobeyed their orders would die, those that complied would be taken and those yet fighting would soon be brought to heel.

She rushed forwards skidding past a solid Durasteel Pillar behind which awaited her a already prepared Pirate that crashed into her as soon as she came around, skidding across the floor he pushed her out into the open whilst fighting around them ensued, her fist came down hard on his back whilst her right arm wrapped around his throat forcing him into her Torso yet the relatively burly human was not going to go down that easily, their struggle turned into a bloody hand to hand fight.

She was once respectful of the man but this had gone on long enough, the next fist that came up to strike her she grasped by first interjecting the Arm with her right elbow before then grabbing the wrist with her left hand, a solemn kick struck him right in the side of his right shin and in a solemn simultanous motion she yanked the wrist down letting a gruesome crack resound as she broke said wrist, she then pulled on it for extra pain distribution hoisting the arm over one of her shoulders as she used her momentum to turn and flip him over her back onto the floor.

And just as he hit the floor she gave him no respite, her knees came crashing into his shoulders as she dropped onto him looming over him like a jackhammer ready to strike as fist after fist crushed into the Humans head, at first it was merely blood... then the face started deforming but she did not stop it was only when there was just barely a lifesign in him that she stopped leaving him beyond deformed and scarred for life a example to those that would dare challenge their might, and as she rose she called out in Basic so that most of those that had given up the fight understood.

"You are beaten. Your life is consigned, make your peace now with two truths. Concede the battle, acknowledge your defeat and rise again, but not as the scum you are but rather for a cause greater! You have died here today, your past has died with you, begin anew under a new banner, under new ideals ones that cannot be taken from you until death pulls you to your grave."

She let a brief pause filter in before continueing:

"You belong to us now. Your Station is ours now. Fight our will and you will fight no more. Do I make myself clear?!"

Silence for once during the entire combat filled the Armory, consideration and doubt but eventually... many conceded the battle and those that would yet resist were swiftly put down by whatever Mandalorian they dared assault... or even their own former comrades, it was during this time that Nox heard Van'Aria's voice crackle into his Helmet alongside Rynn's, to the courtesy of Rynn she spoke Basic.

"The Armory is in Mandalorian hands. Its Garrison conceded, the Station is now the only quarry left and with Leadership scattered it will not be long until it will be yours, Alor."

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[Nox Solus]

The operator's fingers moved swiftly and within a few moments, the secure lines between the pirates had been shut off. Because of the different points of assault throughout the entire station and communications shut down, the pirates were left completely blind and much easier to sweep away compared to before. Once the man backed up from the console in his seat, Nox didn't wait to hear him beg for mercy as he simply just swung the butt of his lightsaber into his head, knocking the man out instantly. There was no need to kill him, he did what he was asked of by Nox.

The Solus was about to yank him out of the chair but that's when he felt a blunt object hit his own head. The force snapped his head to the right as he fell down and into the console. Before he could recuperate, he felt two massive hands grab onto his back plate before lifting him up and simply throwing him into the screens bolted onto the wall. As he fell onto the ground, so would a shower of glass. Nox let out a soft grunt before he shook his head, glancing up in time to see a massive behemoth of a man before he was lifted from the ground.

Nox was lifted up to his feet and upright, able to see that it was the Commander of the garrison. With a throw to the right, he collided into the wall once more before being picked up once more. This time, after collecting himself, Nox swung his right arm in a circle and brought it crashing on the wrist of the Commanders. With the force and his limb mostly made out of metal, the collision would be hard as the Commander let out a scream of pain. Once the hand dropped, it dropped Nox to his feet and allowed him to move, capitalizing instantly as he slammed his beskar helmet into the man's nose.

A sickening snap could be heard instantly as the force sent his opponent onto the floor. Without hesitation and sick of the fight, Nox lifted his flamethrower and pressed the button. Flames spewed forth with a roar, engulfing the commander on the ground as he let out a scream, burned alive. Once the flamethrower shut off, the room smelt of burnt flesh but more importantly, it was quiet outside the center.

Stepping out into the broken doorway, Nox was able to see the bodies of mainly pirates littering the ground. Both crusaders and droids walked amongst them, checking the dead. Aria's voice came through on the comm, as did Rynn's, the Alor breathing hard for a moment before he responded to both breathlessly, "Excellent job, both of you. The center is taken as well." With little casualties too, "Rynn, I want these droids to do a thorough sweep. Booby traps, hidden out pirates, anything, I want them found." His next words were directed to Aria, "Leave a small force to fully secure it. For the rest of the prisoners, escort them to the hanger."

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

Just as Nox's call words came through, Aria was already busy organizing those that had surrendered in the Armory into columns letting them move outside in escort by a Mandalorian per Column, they were being led to the Hangars, it was as if Aria knew Nox's intent before he spoke it... it was the thinking of a Crusader, back in the old Mandalorian Wars they did it the same, recruited those that they crushed into their own Army, so why not do the same now? Only difference being... that she was no Rally Master nor did she wear their Armor.

Her commands however were direct and made sense which is why it earnt her the respect of those around her, she knew exactly how to micro-manage and how to direct people, she knew which words to use to gain weight in a matter and more importantly stood with the selfsame people she directed in combat side by side, but now during this lengthy escapade and more importantly this crucial Mission it became more and more a routine.

"Gar. Ti Butu'r solus. A'yaou. ashi t'ad be gar, morut'yc Yustarud bal gotal'ur warye ibac ibic I'nati'a cuyir va slanar laam o'r tracinya."

<"Mhi malyasa'yr gotal'ur warye. Meg be Alor?">

"Ibac cuyir ner bu'gar'a. Va gar."

She spoke as she walked, having delegated duties she knew that she was no longer needed here so she put herself into motion, pressing her path out through the entrance of the Armory she pushed herself through alleys and walkways her Armor still sullied by the violent means she imposed on her previous victim, it was only during her solemn walk that she relaxed for once, her mind lost focus for but the faintest of seconds and that alone was enough respite she needed.

She cut a Corner and kept walking, she felt something wet at the back of her head, perhaps sweat, perhaps something else, she didn't bother checking it was only when she slowly came up on Nox's whereabouts that her gait slowed down until she stopped about a few steps infront of him, it was a curious sight, his Armor resembled similiar carnage to that she had wrought, it was a artistic melancholy that was painted upon both their Armors and they mirrored one another rather strikingly.

She stood there gazing straight into him... or perhaps past him, it was hard to say what she was thinking but it was clear that her gaze was fixed on him, her Visor leveled directly with his and the lock she kept on this gaze was preternaturally strong, yet she took not another step nor did she speak, if he had something to say it would be his privilege to speak first yet she also knew he likely thought the very same in reverse.

She took a single step forwards wanting to see if he would respond in kind, whilst her Gaze analyzed him, was he hurt during the battle? Her mind then questioned that very question. Why is it that such a question entered her mind? It was for once a question... she could not answer herself.

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[Nox Solus]

Once they finished reporting their situations and instructions had been given, Nox would disconnect from the line before dropping his arm. He glanced back at the burnt crisp body, his gaze holding there for a brief moment before he sheathed both of his weapons. The Solus would step out through the broken-down door he made, the sound of glass cracking and breaking beneath his feet before he hopped across the door and bloody body.

Entering the foyer, Nox would be able to see the remains of the battle. The bodies that littered the ground consisted of pirates and droids with only a few injured Mandalorians that were already being treated. With the armory having been secured, it prevented access to any of the weapons that could have really inflected harm despite their armor.

When Aria relinked with him, she would find the Alor helping the other crusaders, lifting a few of the injured ones onto stretchers to be taken to the medbay on the station. Hearing a set of footsteps grow closer, Nox would turn to fully face the fellow Solus, allowing her to see his armor almost completely soaked in enemy blood. The two would stare at each other a moment, the Alor at first locking with her visor before he gave a quick inspection of her, "Are you injured or any with you taking the armory?" Despite what happened between them earlier, there was still a concern in his voice as they were Solus. Aria had fought well and if the armory hadn't been secured, a lot more lives would have been lost.

Even though he had asked her a question, Nox would just step past her and start to walk out of the room, expecting her to join. It would be quickly realized that they were making their way to the hangar where the pirates had been taken. As they strode through the hallways, either bloody or occupied, Nox lifted his comm one more time to his mouth to contact Rynn, "Sweep the upper levels mainly. There might still be small resistance pockets there." The station was vertical and horizontal but they had control over a majority of it.

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