A Barabel runs out of the building and up to the retreating guard, where they have a heated exchange.

The commando inside 'Solus recovers from the strikes and sprints through the ship, leaping out of the hatch as he kicks on his jetpack.

Falmok left the Kom'rk in Darien's hands and retrieved his carbine from where it landed.

“Nice shooting Kara,” Maya said as the two Cloakshapes went down. She scolded herself for failing to hack them in time, but considering the circumstances it wasn’t that important who brought them down. She checked up on her jamming signal on the communications array and was surprised they hadn’t tried to take it down yet. Running a scan confirmed her suspicions that the building wasn’t empty, so it concerned her that they hadn’t attempted to override the jam in some way.

”Alright Ori’ramikad,” she started, broadcasting over their comms. “Got additional contacts in the Comms Array, Warehouse, and Back Entrance, and about a dozen in the barracks. Don’t get comfortable yet.”

The red armored Mandalorian dashed to intercept the human guard, and with a quick slash cleanly separates his head from his shoulders, dropping him.

The Barabel gives a vicious snarl as the man standing next to him is killed. He backs up slightly, poising for a strike, before slicing down at the Mandalorian's shoulder. The Mandalorian blocks with his Beskad, directing the strike away from his body.

Darien walks to the DW Pilot and takes his weapons and armor, securing him in binders. Alright vode, Kom'rk is secured, whats our status with the other chakaare hutuun?

Cade moves to the hull breach and fires at the coward... Cade manages to hit him, but doesn't seem to take significant damage.

From the warehouse you hear the roar of a jetpack as the commando flies back out the window and jets over to the Kom'rk, hovering above it. He holds out his hand and yells, LUUBID! Motir daab ra mhi an hettir! Looking closer, you can see that he is holding down the trigger of a detonator.

Darien looks up at the coward, and opened the private comlink [ May'ika, can you copy this hutuun's Deadman switch and broadcast an amplified one to drown out his if he lets go of the trigger?]

The commando Cade just shot flies over to the body of the commando Darien killed, picks him up and starts walking back to the Kom'rk.

The red Mandalorian swings at the barabel; missing the reptilian’s neck but driving him off balance and lowering his guard.

Falmok's voice came across the channel, Vod, we have company out here..

Copy, give me a second.. Darien rushed to the navcomputer and searched the log for its last departure point, he found the name Carlac with several stops that seemed to be refueling and breaks along the way. Gottcha. Maysh'la, I'll work on stalling them, once the signal is ready, broadcast it. We'll deal with the hutuun. Cade, you able to join in the fun?

I'll see what I can do. Cade replied, humor in his voice..

Darien walked to the Kom'rk hatchway and calmly walked down the ramp, stopping half way down. He looked up at the Commando hovering above him. Darien spread his arms open and half shrugged.. Are you seriously threatening on blowing yourself up?! He yelled.

<And you with me. Stand down now or none of you leave. You serve no cause, you have no loyalties, no duty. I do.>

The commando carrying his fallen comrade walks up the ramp and attempts to push past Darien.

The Barabel slashes at the Mandalorian again, but he once more parries it away. However, the blow was stronger than he anticipated and knocked him slightly off balance. The Barabel resets his guard and braces for the next attack.

[Dar, Falmok's voice is a whisper over the internal comm, [There is a Mando in red armor, attempting to kill a barabel.. I don't think he's with these hutuun.]

[...um, understood. Darien replied. [See if you can talk to him without them noticing...] he returned his attention to the Commando. Duty? You and your "group" are nothing but chakaaric hutuun, none of you have any shred of honor! You murder innocent Mandalorians with kriffin indiscriminate bombs! You don't have the courage to face your enemies face to face in combat!

<We are taking back Mandalore from those who would see her heritage destroyed! We are honor! You who sit idly by while these- pacifists- (he spits out the word, the disgust evident in his tone) destroy our very way of life! You are certainly one to talk of honor, hut'uun. You who would allow them to erase our glorious traditions.>

The red Mandalorian strikes at the barabel cutting a deep gash across his torso.

Maya’s hands gripped the edges of the consoles tightly, running the words back through her head. Of course they had a kriffing bomb. It took her a moment as the words came over the com link to realize what was being asked of her. Her response was shaky at best. “I... don’t know. It might just blow up.” After her failure with the Cloakshapes, she wasn’t even sure she had the expertise. She was an engineer and a mechanic, not some EOD technician.

Still, there wasn’t much chance that either side was going to surrender, and she remembered what it had felt like the last time a Kyr’tsad bomb had went off in her vicinity. She had to try.

She rerouted the communication jammer to scan for any other outgoing signals. There were several, but as she began to scan them, she became more confident. She couldn’t risk getting the wrong signal, and between the various comlinks, ship signals, and other electronics, she needed to be absolutely sure she had the right one before she re-calibrated the ships jammer to match the frequency of the dead mans switch.

”I can do it. I just need a bit more time!”

Darien side kicks the Commando's legs out from under him, causing him to give a startled yelp as he fell off the ramp and onto the tarmac. <You are destroying Mandal'yaim with your artuetiic tactics, di'kut. Haven't you heard of ba'slan shev'la? Get your shebs down here and prove you have honor, I invoke the Code!>

<Then die chakaar!> Still holding onto the detonator, he flies straight into Darien, knocking him off the ramp. <Go vod! I'll hold them off!> The other commando looks at him for a moment, then hastily carries the body up into the Kom'rk, shutting the hatch behind him.

The Barabel aims another vicious slash, sensing an opening. The Mandalorian tries to parry him again, but this time the Barabel cuts through his defenses and penetrates the armor. Sensing blood, he grins menacingly, his maw revealing rows of short, jagged teeth.

Falmok Aims his carbine and adds his support against the Barabel, missing the target due to the damgage the carbine sustained in the fall... Firfiek..

The commando fires his pistol at Darien as he starts to drift away on his jetpack, but Darien rolls to the side, avoiding the blaster fire.

Darien fires his whipcord in response, but the Commando shifted just enough that line didn't wrap around him. Instead, it began its coiling too early and the tangle hit the Commando in his helmet, obscuring his vision.

The commando responds with a spray of flame, catching Darien on fire. The stream of flaming chemicals hits Darien in a wound, causing excruciating pain as it burns at the wounded flesh.