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by Meiyokashi » Mon Sep 12, 2022 9:36 pm
Last Fight of Mandalore the Ironblood
Holding position above a stronghold world of their order, Mandalore the Ironblood watches from their throne over the command center as the battle unfolds upon their viewscreens. On their head rests the ancient Helm of Mandalore. Every helm here is focused on the battle, and every warrior wears the crest of Cadera. Though their clan wanes in later years this is them at their most mighty. The ship quakes under fire from the aggressing forces.
“Ordo continues to fight, they call for reinforcements!”
“Saxons last fighters have followed suit and abandoned the fight!”
“Vizsla and Kryze are suggesting we retreat!”
“We have lost Clan Darmad!”
Standing from their seat, Mandalore walks to the center of the chamber. In their hand rests a device containing a message, “Irizka needs to know what we have found, but our time runs too short,” a blast shakes every member in the hall except for Mandalore who stands firm. Lightsabers begin to breach the bulkhead sealing off this control room from the rest of the ship. Mandalore fits the device held into their armor, down the front, and draws from their back a long blade edged with some kind of energy arc. Warriors standing firm on either side of the ship join at their Mandalore’s side.
Mayhem.
When the bulkhead is flung open by a powerful force user it connects with one of the warriors, crushing him against the hull with violence. A Jedi rushes in but is quickly dealt a death blow by another warriors concentrated fire. At the center a Master of the Force steps forward, and Mandalore rushes forth to meet her. Behind the Master the battle continues to rage down the hall, Sith fight Jedi in opportunistic engagements as much as they do battle with the Mandalorian defenders present. Sith warriors too join the Jedi in this conflict, rushing through the bulkhead and engaging with Mandalore’s honor guard.
“This conflict ends here, Mandalore,” the Master speaks, her green blade clashing with that energized end of Mandalore’s own.
“Not until my dying breath, aruetii,” Mandalore cracks their opponent in the ribs with a deft punch. They deflect the blow with a masterful dodge. Mandalore advances but the heel of their aggressors boot connects with their chest pushing them backward. An overhanded strike comes down and finds its match against Mandalore’s own blade. Pushing up against the clashing blades Mandalore pushes the master back as a Sith fells one of her honor guard. Pushing the Master back she engages this Sith and quickly cuts them down, a deft slash across the chest.
Searing pain awakens, the green blade striking through her armor out of their lower torso. Stepping backward into the blade Mandalore brings their own around in a flash to strike backwards. Driving it through the Masters heart. Heavy weight of her body falling upon Mandalore’s shoulder they shrug the corpse off and to the side. Blade disengaging it rattles off to the side.
One hard stomp onto the ground Mandalore stumbles before standing. Looking across the room the rest of their honor guard dispatches this round of aggressors. With a wave of their hand they indicate the bulkhead, “Seal it, hold them back,” they remove their helmet as their command reaches out to all around. Stepping back on unsteady footing toward their throne they continue, their long warriors braids of raven color spilling out over the back of their armor alike the image of a short cape. Many scars covering their face alongside vicious looking tattoos.
“Update?” they demand.
“Ordo continues to fight, but they are weakening. Vizsla and Kryze have both abandoned the fight, as well as many of the other smaller clans. Only a few clans remain to hold off the-“
“Call them off,” they wave their hand, sinking down onto their throne. “Signal a retreat. These aruetii have won this day but they will not do so without cost. Target their command ship, ram them,” they command, and the room goes silent for a moment.
“As you wish, Mandalore,” the helmsman states, and proceeds with the order.
“Signal a retreat across the ship. Allow our warriors a chance to fight upon the ground or-“ they chuckle darkly, “maybe some will aim for their bloody ships, eh? Storm them with what they think is a retreat,” the chuckling continues. “We fight, we die, we are Mandalor-“ their voice drifts to silence.
Mandalore’s helmet was returned to their head, the very Helm of Mandalore rest upon a body that looks the image of a Mandalore of old. Each arm lay down steady on the arms of their throne, weapon lay down alongside just by their hand, and a most important message resting neatly in their lap. Life has left Mandalore the Ironblod, but the fight is not quite over yet.
Mandalore’s honor guard holds the door until the final moments of impact. This most impressive flagship of the Mandalorian warriors collides with that of the aggressing Jedi forces, taking with them a powerful vessel and all the Jedi’s warriors aboard. In that spectacular final attack the rest of the Mandalorian vessels still capable of it jump to hyperspace and escape to lick their wounds. Another Mandalore would not follow for many years but this day will be remember by many.. but for how long?
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