Unification of Clan Ordo and Fall of Nicci

 [09:32] Jorval Kad Ordo: was heralded by a single ship. It had been years since the young warlord had laid eyes on the ancient ground, so many times visited and inhabited by warriors going back thousands of years. Still, he did not come to take in the flesh-eating diseases and vile beasts, attractive as they were. He emerged from the jungle and on to the Mandalorian compound a few short moments after the ship's landing. His trophy-staff in hand, and his armor decorated in various trophies. He rolled his shoulders once, "I have come to settle things." He snarled in a very sterotypically Ordo manner.

[09:39] Nicci Ordo had been working on her repeater.  She was always working on a weapon of some kind.  If someone were to visit her house they might think her a hoarder, only with weapons piled high everywhere rather than junk.  She almost dropped it when she heard a voice she had not heard in years.  She looked up slowly from the weapon, her face going from neutral to scowling in a matter of seconds.  "Ah, the prodigal son returns.  Given your previous actions as a hut'uun, why do you care to settle things now. I do not know why I care, yet the question is out there, nonetheless."

[09:46] Jorval Kad Ordo: remained where he stood for a few moments, his helmetted head rolling slowly to stretch his neck. "I have led campaigns under two separate Mand'alore and killed countless aruetiise... I have spent this time preparing for this very moment."  He pressed his right hand forward, the one which held the electric staff, "My weapon." he growled before driving its end into the dirt, letting it stand vertically from the ground, "Choose your's."

[09:55] Nicci Ordo looked at the weapon he had thrown before her, idly wondering what such a thing would do to phrik armor, which had a habit of shorting out such things.  But surely he had chosen it for a reason.  she looked at her repeater in her hands, and set it aside.  Her sith blade would probably not even cooperate unless she was fighting a force user.  She pulled the two blades from her back, the ones gifted to her by A'denla.  "You have also claimed to be kyr'tsad, not once, but twice now.  As far as I am concerned your achievements mean nothing unless you can defeat a real mandalorian.  Arutiise.  Ha.  As if I am supposed to be impressed with that." she snarled.  She held up the blades.  "You defeat me I will return ner aliit to your leadership.  But I want to be your alor-ad, so that never again may you make a decision for ner aliit without consulting me first, as we originally agreed." she replied.  She wanted to do what was best for her clan ultimately, not just herself, but she could not trust him until he had

[10:04] Jorval Kad Ordo: watched her draw her weapons of choice and name her terms. The young chieftain himself cracked his knuckles as she spoke. "Accepted." He said in reply, almost immediately. Finally, so many months spent bullying lesser clans, ravaging boring aruetyc colonies would come to an end. Finally, he would battle someone of apparent worth. it was what every Mando'ad strived for. Without another moment to lose, Jorval rushed forward, grabbing his lance along the way. He charged like a reek, and sounded like one too. The attack was simple; plow his opponent and drive her to the ground, through which he would follow up with other attacks. The attack worked numerous times against warriors from clans like Vizsla, and even more aruetiise.. but against another Ordo?

[10:12] Nicci Ordo had been going to propose they move to the battle circle, but she could not complain about one being so eager to draw blood that they wished to do it then and there.  She immediately brought up her blades, crossing them like an "X" in front of her, planting her the weight of her and her heavy armor into the dirt beneath her feet and blocking the charge, snagging the points of the long staff in the grooves that lined the exact center of her swords, something they were designed for.  Electricity from the weapon danced down the metal, but stopped short at the leather straps that wrapped around the hilt.  Using her strength, she would rip her blades away from their "X" formation, attempting to cause him to lose his grip on the weapon that was caught in them as they were yanked free of it.  She knew she would be on the defensive for the most part against such a long staff.

[10:17] Jorval Kad Ordo: would find his treasured lance ripped from his hands with relative ease, and such a jerk would send him tumbling past his target, though not quite falling. He rolled his shoulders as he turned back around and charged again, weaponless this time. He aimed to ldrive his shoulder into her stomach, and wrap both arms around her thighs. If he managed this, he would lift the heavily armored rival off her feat, and through her back on the ground with all the power he could conjure.

[10:24] Nicci Ordo was expecting him, if she had succeeded, to immediately make a dive for the weapon, but he did the unexpected and lunged at her, weaponless.  She found his shoulder suddenly in her stomach, and while it did not hurt as much as it could have were she unarmored, she found herself caught offguard and knocked off balance, even moreso when he wrapped his arms around her and threw her into the ground, landing with such a heavy thud she made a dent in the soil itself.  Trying her best to ignore the fact the wind had been knocked out of her, she brought her arms up, bringing both weapons clanging together and attempting to stab in a downward position at the point where his shoulder connected to the rest of his torso, hoping to find a gap in the armor under the fur.

[10:31] Jorval Kad Ordo: could not realistically move so quickly after expending such energy into lifting someone as heavily armed as himself into the ground. Thus, the blade would find itself cleaving through his pelt, and indeed cut through the flight suit beneath. it would gash the warlord trap before he jerked back with a snarl, the blood streaming freely and pooling over his pelt where it had been penetrated. Still, he did not relent; He went for her again, determined to keep her on the ground. His boot raised itself over her head and drove itself down upon it. If it worked, she would be protected by the helmet, but the impact of his boot would likely cause some degree of trauma for the head beneath.

[10:36] Nicci Ordo couldn't help but admire his determination.  Any outsider who took a wound like that would have no use of their arm.  But not an Ordo.  She flailed a bit as his boot came crashing into her head.  His heavily armored weight actually made a dent in the older helmet.  She was protected from the blow, but it made her head ring like hell and found herself successfully kept on the ground.  Doing her best to get him back on the ground with her at least, attempted to swing her leg around to his other leg, the one not smashing her head into the ground, and attempted to kick him off his feet.

[10:42] Jorval Kad Ordo: was in the process of recovering from his epic stomp when the other leg was vulnerable, and indeed the vulnerability was seized upon. He was swept off his feet and landed with a tremendous thud on the grass beside his opponent. Still, he would act quickly. He would sit up and rise to his knees, trying to drive his armored forearm straight into her visor, hoping to press on his attack on the same body part. In the time it took him to get in position however, the opponent could have retaliated.

[10:49] Nicci Ordo's head was still ringing from the blow to her helmet.  She took a few extra seconds to shake herself and get re-oriented, so she was a bit slower than normal.  She did manage to get her blades up in time to block his forearm, though just barely.  Ears still ringing, but mind more centered, she would attempted to throw her body into a roll until she was on top of him, straddling his center.  Should she succeed she would notice his weapon near where they had fallen, grabbing it and trying to press it into his neck to choke him with it.

[10:56] Jorval Kad Ordo: would gasp as he was rolled over with his opponent securely on top of him. His own weapon was not securely pressed against his neck, and she could clearly hear gagging and choking noises coming from the Death Watch-inspired helmet that now adorned his head. Both his hands came up to grasp the staff in the same places her own hands were, and he put all his available strength into pushing the staff off from his neck, like a deadly chest press. When he lifted it sufficiently, he attempted to drive the rod into her helmet to get her off.. If this work, he would swiftly rise to his feet and try to drive the electrified prongs into his opponent's side, accompanied by a mighty roar.

[11:07] Nicci Ordo again had to admire his strength, and with a wounded shoulder, especially with how heavy her armor was.  She was thrown off him, and his electrified prongs pierced her side, causing her to cry out in pain, though it would sound more like a wounded lioness.  Electricity crawled over her body like a venomous spider, causing her to roar in pain even louder.  Due to the length of the staff she could not reach any vital parts of his body to try and get it off her.  Her body convulsed from the electricity, so instead she brought a blade down on the generators at the base of the blade part of the staff, trying to damage them so that it could not generate anymore current to send through her.

[11:11] Vente'rro'rloth had received word through the network of Mando'ade he'd been inducted into that a matter of no small import was taking place within the very Clan he'd hoped to join. Deeming it prudent to attend, the Chiss trooper had succeeded in pulling favours to arrange a seat aboard a shuttle heading to the duel's location. Doubtless, there'd be others amidst the Clan who'd have taken healthy interest in the tense outcome of such a challenge, and stepping forward towards the edge of the skirmish, Vente'rro'rloth's harsh crimson hues fell upon a brutal struggle that was already underway. Without seeking to intrude on the proceedings, the figure garbed in a battered and scorched suit of polymer Composite armor stood off to one side, bracing his weight upon the tall haft of a crude looking Bevii'ragir hunting spear. Atop it, the severed heads of Ordo's foes lay starkly displayed; their faces a gore-encrusted ruin, yet long dead by now. Before him, the battle continued to rage under the mighty spear thrust of the Alor's [11:11] Vente'rro'rloth  electro-stave, its serrated tines biting into the female challenger he'd yet to meet. Beneath his mask, the Chiss' features tightened from the tense battle.

[11:17] Jorval Kad Ordo: kept the staff injected in his opponent's side, fully intending to leave her body a scorched (not dead) mess if he was allowed to continued, and he snarled as he kept the staff inserted. Alas, that was not the case. her sword succeeded in slashing down upon on the weapon's exposed generators and, not only did it render it a plain lance, it also knocked it away from her side. With the blood his injury in his shouldeer pooling further and soaking the pelt he wore, he felt bloodcrazed, stepping forward again and raising the lance, driving it down upon her with a roar in the opes of slicing her through the abdomen once again, and pinning her to the ground

[11:26] Nicci Ordo sighed in relief as the electricity stopped running high voltage current through her body.  Her whole body tingled with the sensation, though luckily for her had fused any internal bleeding she may had suffered as a result of the stabbing and left her with only a deep surface wound.  She was weak from the exertion of such a blow.  She managed to get her blades in the "X" formation to try and block the second blow, and succeeded in doing so, but the force of the lance driving into her pushed the blades back against her abdomen and sent the tips of his own blade into her side anyway, just not as deep.  She could live with metal in her side though, and immediately tried to push the snagged lance back while kicking out with her legs, trying to knock him off his feet again.

[11:30] Vente'rro'rloth kept the scrutiny of his harsh looking eyes upon the skirmish, noting how the wounded Alor he found himself training under was favouring the reach his polearm afforded him, keeping his assailant at bay to stave off further injury. A smart move, the analytical Chiss deemed quietly, his helmed head dipping in silent approval. Alas, the former CEDF trooper hadn't factored the sheer fortitude of a Mandalorian, his brows lofting at the sight of the dark-clad woman loosing a leonine roar, hacking at the power generators on his Alor's weapon, only to render its paralytic electrical currents inert. The sight of the two combatants caught in their desperate struggle drew a thought to the Chiss' mind, trying to dimly recall the Mando'a word for battle; the urge to fight. A pause followed, in which 'Error's brow furrowed in thought, mulling it over before eventually breaking his silence, to mutter a muted, "Aka- ... Akaanir." The phrase sounded familiar; he'd certainly read it somewhere in the datapad he was given. [11:30] Vente'rro'rloth  "Akaanir." He recited again, before soon growing in confidence -- enough to shout the chant anew, "Akaanir! Akaanir!" Fight! Fight! He urged onwards, thumping the base of his spear's haft against the worn earth to join his enthusiasm to the masses of onlookers that had gathered at the compound.

[11:34] Jorval Kad Ordo: would have his lance knocked away and, in the midst of it, be swept off his feet and tossed toward the ground, the blood from his injury spurting out into the humid jungle air as his back hit the ground for a second time, letting out a rough grunt. lance still in hand, the young chieftain rolled over to his side, bringing his lance forward in a powerful, albeit reckless, thrust which was just as likely to hit a stomach, leg, arm, or nothing with its lack of calculation. At this point, Jorval merely tried to keep her at bay as he recovered.

[11:37] Slade Steele had been informed of the duel some time ago, but took his time to travel from the Core Worlds all the way to the Inner Rim. Upon entering the Japrael sector, his Kom'rk Fighter headed for one of Onderon's many moons: Dxun. He felt connected to Dxun on a metaphysical level, it was a world where he'd accomplished his final trial and become a warrior. Though the Mandalorian starship landed a ways off, the sound of a lone jetpack echoing through the forest he'd passed. He landed atop one of the many structures, not interrupting the duel and instead quietly observing it.

[11:42] Nicci Ordo was hyperfocused.  She did not notice anything around her but her opponent.  The moon could have been colliding with it's host planet of Onderon and she wouldn't care.  She had managed to get up, for the first time since the fight began.  Her wounds stained the grass red under the two warriors.  She was finally able to breathe like normal for the first time since he had knocked the wind out of her, and her shoulders rose and fell from the heavy breaths she inhaled, but each one hurt like hell, making the muscles of her abdomen move ever so slightly.  Being injured sent her into her usual berserker mode.  His thrust with his lance was sent bouncing off one of her shoulder plates as she rushed him, attempting to get inside the range of that long lance and attempting to stab one of her blades upwards in the underarm of that which carried it.

[11:48] Vente'rro'rloth kept up his chant, and beside him, a few others joined in a ragged shout of "Akaanir! Akaanir!" Drumming up the reputed ferocity of the Ordo clan's lust for battle. Born of a usually cold, aloof, and disciplined race, it was a strange, yet oddly thrilling sensation to succumb to a modicum of enthusiasm; an experience that got him dishonourably discharged from the CEDF for breaking rank and giving chase to a fleeing foe. His chanting faltered only as the sudden echoed sounds of a jetpack's vents screeched into earshot, causing his helmet's optics to loft upwards, scouring the skies above until the sight of another Mando'ade came into view, landing atop the roof. As a relatively new face amidst these people, 'Error' failed to immediately recognize the man as Steele -- one of the many Mando'ade he'd fought alongside in the battle prior. Instead, he turned back to the conflict just in time to see the black armored woman juking up through the tines of Jorval's spear, lurching forwards in an attempt at breaking [11:48] Vente'rro'rloth  his guard and slicing up at his exposed limb. At this, another pang of tension gripped him, and the Chiss' focus was soon consumed in silence once more. [11:50] M-D3 falls to his knees as he enters the camp and dramatically untops his canteen and downs all of it, splashing his face and chest. "Civilization!"

[11:51] Jorval Kad Ordo: widened his eyes as his opponent went into the all-too-familiar Ordo berserker rage, the likes of which he was accustomed to dealing to others, not receiving. The lance bounced harmlessly from her shoulder armor, and her deadly-swift blade fround itself digging under his vulnerable arm, piercing his otherwise impressive bicept and jutting out the other end, impaling it effectively. The warrior let out a fearsome, pained roar that was very similiar to that of his rival when she was injured; like a wounded beast. Blood flowed freely down from the weapon's blade, and purted outward from where the blade emerged, staining his helmet and furs. This triggered a very similar bloodcrazed rage. He would try to grip the impaled weapon by its leather grips and swerve away from her, hopefully ripping it from her grip. If this worked, he would slide the weapon from his arm, roaring in pain as he did before lunging forward. If this all worked, he would now try to drive her very own sword, now drenched in his blood, deep [11:51] Jorval Kad Ordo: into her gut with a powerful thrust.

[11:57] Slade Steele simply continued watching the bloodcrazed duel, studying the style of each combatant and tipping his head quietly in personal appreciation.

[11:59] Nicci Ordo's blade was sharp, and the opening the center was especially good at gutting others.  Rather resenting this fact now as she felt it sink into her already wounded side.  She gripped the blade for several seconds, her breathing labored as she stumbled back and fell to one knee, her insides further staining the grass red under her.  She flipped her other blade upside down and made a fist around it, attempting to stab it into his foot as hard as she could before falling over.  Forgetting basic for the time being, she growled, "Bu'nas'a gar bal gar di'kutla tratur.."

[12:02] Vente'rro'rloth had known battle; had fought for nearly a decade as part of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force, but the sight of such overt, unabashed savagery still painted a grim look and subtle cringe across his features the moment that shortsword's thrusting tip burst free of Jorval's skewered bicep. War, for the Chiss, was all about employing superior technology, at range, where the necessity for such barbarity was minimal, to say the least. Captivated despite himself, 'Error' found his attentions falter only at the arrival of another onlooker who'd stumbled forwards and emptied the last of his canteen. Surprised, the helmed figure leaned in only to quietly hiss a few short words from amidst the crowd, speaking up in Galactic Basic, "Where did you come from?! You've stumbled into an important duel," he commented, before turning back to the fight whilst ears strained to decipher the growled Mando'a loosed by Nicci. He couldn't discern their meaning from such distance. [12:06] M-D3 stands up and looks at his datapad "I just had to walk fourteen miles ((I am aware SW is in the metric system fuck it.)). After yesterday, Robby suggested I might be better suited in the mandos." he brushes himself off "I was warming up to the idea so he just....left me here. Guess I'm supposed to talk to the one with the cape if he lives."

[12:09] Slade Steele glanced down at M-D3, "Aha. You're the one Tracyn spoke of." he grunted, "We want all Clans within the Death Watch to remain strong and numerous. Speak to the victor of this duel about being adopted into Ordo: only fierce training will weed out the weak and allow the strong to prosper." he grunted, tapping the side of his helmet, "Nrgh. Infestus? Right now?" he spoke into the comm unit, "Fine. Prep my transport. We're going to Byss." he ordered in the background before waving a farewell to any who saw it, "Vode'an." he uttered the phrase before activating his jetpack and dashing off to yet another scene.

[12:10] Jorval Kad Ordo: continued pressing forward even after her own blade penetrated, trying to drive further as her blood spilled out on to his hand, mixing with his own. As she fell to the ground, the warlord let go of the blade hilt, failing to notice the other blade heading directly toward his boot. It would break through and penetrate in much the same way the other blade did to his bicep. Another snarl emitted as he fell on his back. scrambling on the bloody grass for his lance and grabbing it with his uninjured left hand, and turning to try and thrust it once more, this time aiming for her leg, hoping to immobilize her. If it worked, the Alor would attempt to simply rise to his feet, though it would take significantly longer due to the fact his foot was cleaved. [12:11] Scipio The Aqueduct Purger (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon): ((No worries

[12:18] Nicci Ordo actually tried to use the blade, still pushed in his foot, as a mean to pull her body off the ground.  Once his lance was stabbed into her leg however, she collapsed right back down again, her blade twisting away from his foot once he tried getting up.  She again tried to get up, but the wounds in her abdomen had made the muscles stiff an unyielding.  Were they in war, she would have merely removed her blasters and fired everything she had until she was dead or they were, but this was a duel, and they had agreed on a certain set of weapons.  "Ni srunehyaor..."she relented.  Her blood soaked blades were set down, and she took a moment to breathe, though her wounds were reaching a critical point.

[12:20] Vente'rro'rloth remained attentive to the new arrival's words, "Yesterday? What happened yesterday?" Could this be mere coincidence, or had this strange new arrival been present at the liberation of Jakelia? So many brave men and women - of Mando'ade stock and volunteer alike - had participated, and bled during the fierce warzone, and with the rush of battle around him, 'Error' couldn't truly remember every name and face within his unit. "The one in the cloak is Jorval, the Alor - or Chieftain, in Galactic Basic - of Clan Ordo. The woman in black durasteel? I'm unfamiliar with, though its said she seeks to rule as Alor of Clan Ordo. The outcome of this duel will determine her right to claim such a title." Though he sought to prove helpful and keep this new arrival informed, 'Error' continued to keep his gaze upon the tumbling pair of combatants, watching as the torn and trodden grass beneath their boots was stained and smeared in mud and blood alike. "Akaanir!" the Helot barked again, joining his voice to the crowd of [12:20] Vente'rro'rloth  onlookers, "Akaanir!" To one unlearned in the Mando'a tongue, it was likely safe to assume the words were some manner of battlecry, meant to goad the duelists onward. Alas, despite the encouragement of the crowds, it appeared there came a lull in the skirmish, and the dark armored woman dropped her blades with a clatter, uttering a few breathless words he still couldn't hear from such distance. Was it over? Had the pair arrived at some outcome? The crowd appeared to grow quieter, their attentions absorbed once again.

[12:23] M-D3 nods to the chiss, clicking on his datapad with surprising ease with his large pincer like digits. "Yes I'm Robby....er I mean Tracyn's pilot, field medic and general technician. We're all part of a crew together...one big happy family. I'd be spaced right now if I didn't have these clamps for arms though. Who's idea was it to shoot the forward view port?"

[12:27] Jorval Kad Ordo: snarled again as the blade twisted inside his foot, having him tumble to one knee. His rival however, had finally relented.. A mix of relief and dissapointment filled him. Relief because iof his victory, and dissapointment that they could not continue battling. The sheer ferocity dealt by his opponent was one he had sought out in all his battles, and it would be regarded as such. The still-Alor managed to retain his stability on one knee, breathing very heavy breaths, blood-stained pelt rising with his shoulders with each one. He gestured toward the familiar helot, "Get the Alor'ad into a bacta tank." he snarled in command, proclaiming his adherance both to the terms set, and her health as a clan-sister from this point forward. "Now."

[12:28] M-D3 "Excuse me sir I am a doctor."

[12:31] Nicci Ordo snorted, "Well that is good because the cables that power the bacta tanks got eaten by cannocks and I have not had the chance to repair it," she wheezed, finally noticing there were others here and she and Jorval had not been alone while locked in combat.  She looked up at him.  "You only won because I trained you.  I am sticking to that," she grunted.  "Alor," she finished with, to let him know she now acknowledged him as such and that would not be changing.

[12:33] Vente'rro'rloth seemed to come to his own conclusion that, indeed, the battle was done, and the reigning Alor retained his seat of power as the ruling body of the Clan. A faint huff was loosed from the Helot's lungs, diffusing the tension before he glanced back at the bearded cyborg beside him, "Who shot out the-- ... You -were- at Jakelia, then! A strange coincidence to find you here, too." Alas, there was little time to discuss further, as before long, the Alor's gaze was upon him, issuing prompt instruction for the Helot to assist the bloodied Alor'ad. "Elek, Alor," he replied in affirmation, keeping to relatively simple Mando'a phrases. Stepping forwards, the Chiss reached down with one arm, offering a gloved gauntlet to Nicci in attempt at helping her to her feet. His free arm braced his weight - and Nicci's - against the Bevii'ragir he carried, should she accept his support, "Lean against me, Alor'ad. It seems we've a doctor who can aid you." [12:34] M-D3 follows the two of them. "Yes" he types on his datapad which shoots a laser at her and starts to scan her. "We can improve her. Make her better than before. I have so many ideas."

[12:37] Nicci Ordo accepted the hand, and was lifted up, though she would weigh an absolute ton to someone not used to grappling with her.  "Who the kriff are you?" she asked the armored individual.  She looked at the one claiming to be a doctor, "You do anything other than heal me back to what I was and I will tear out your esophagus and feed it to you." she growled. [12:38] Jorval Kad Ordo: retained his stability, doing his best to avoid any further pain, "You may call me Jorval." He growled at Nicci , "We are past titles." He stayed where he was, the blood still seeping from his many wounds dealt to him, "Get on with it." The man needed help himself