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Knowing he was liekly dead, Ordo moved as much as he could, letting his mangled arm get vaporized into dust as he took the shot he had and launched the dart, screaming at hyper-velocity into the Mandalorian's neck, piercing what armor and skin was there, and injecting him with the neural serum, paralyzing him instantly. The Overlord crumbled to the ground, his arm chewn off, moaning in agony as the beam finished it's work on his shoulder. He couldn't fight any more, but neither could the other; essentially, stalemate.

(There, happy?)

The Overlord had lost, but that didn't stop him. "I don't care. I'm dying in battle. I don't care what happens to me, but I know you're the worst piece of sith spit in the galaxy that you would let your people die just for vengeance."

He coghed, blood erupting from his mouth and splattering the inside of his helmet. "You've failed to protect your people, and you ultimately failed to defeat me. It may not be now, or even ten years from now, but our people will die, and it will be all... your... fault..."

And then he died.

Mandalore watched the man die.
And he unloaded the Disintegration charge into Ordo's face.
"Thats for being so damn blind."
He turned away from the headless corpse, holstering his Mandalorian Disruptor.
"Wedge. Tell your sister that Dxun is ours. By rite of combat and by his own dishonor, Orverlord Ordo has given the Moon to me."

Just at the worst time, Elladan's ships came into the area, ready to assault. Reviweing the situation, he was most displeased: Onderon defenses had fallen short, and Dxun had been taken over by Mandalore the Immortal. Ordo had failed.

Luckily, however, all of his bothan-friend's ships were in the air between Dxun and Onderon, all clustered together in a nice pack. He grinned. "Let's give them a what-for."

As he gave the command for the Candeouses and other craft to unload their salvos into the air, sensors disrgearded, Elladan received the tip-off from his own Mandalore. "My people are turning torwards that traitor now." He paused, then continued. "Chiss, I don't care what it takes, make sure he doesn't get off that moon. If he wants it so damned bad, he can have it."

The chiss frowned, but nodded. "Zeltilla will be pleased to know the Mandalorians are no longer a threat."

~

Mandalore the Conquerer, livid as can be, immediately reached for the datapad containing the commands Ordo had left. Always prepared, the man had always had a contingency plan incase anything happened; now it was time to follow through with it.

Ordering his officers to stabilize the feed between his command ship and Dxun, Mandalore entered the thirteen-digit passcode that activated the single thermal grenade remotely, which set off, igniting about a hundred over strategically placed ones around the Dxun base. In a matter of nano-seconds, the dozens of Class-A bombs that had accumulated over the years turned the Mandalorian base into a seven-meter deep smoking crater.

As soon as the blast subsided, he contacted those who survived. "By order of Mandalore the Conquerer, all Mando'ade are to surrender AT ONCE and subvery allegiance back to me. Those who refuse will be branded Dar'manda and executed."

He turned to his officers. "Contact the crew and other ships, and have the secure all frequencies. The moment there's even a .005% chance we might get boarded, I want that LT Transverter activated, and any ram ships annihalated, regardless of contents. Am I clear?"

The first officer nodded, and immediately began relaying those orders. "Yes, Mandalore."

"Good." He turned his attention back to the planet-sized moon, awaiting some kind of word back. He didn't expect his rival to be dead, but after what the Dar'manda had done, he deserved no less. He would kill the man himself.

"Let's head back to the ship then, I don't want to stay in this place any longer than I have to," Iust said to her as he started to move back down the hall way towards where their ship was. Upon reaching the exit Iust sees that a ship other than the Firestorm had landed as well.

"Get back, we've got company." Iust ordered Iria has he moved back into the bunker and drawed his blasters. Has Ozrich sold us out? If he did inform Graka about me he has signed his life away then.

" I sense other Jedi, I think... " Angel thought, standing around nowhere specific and looking around, just passing the time while her crew kept going around exchanging the random salvage and other things to whoever would buy them. " Meh, I'm starting to wish I was never a Fore adept. Then again, it helps in a lot of situations. " She went deep in thought, wondering where to go next and what to do.

After the third salvo, Elladan ordered a ceasefire. Since his ships they were still out of range, he let his ships get closer before giving the order to fire again.

((Hello... Are you listening? You have to find my ships before you can kill them. You still haven't targeted the Wombat II thats shaking it's a** in your face.))

Borll almost laughed once more as the Mandalorian ships opened up a second volley, closer, but still not in effective range. The Star frigate that had been two hundred klicks out from the air cooridor continued to plod forward, it's escorts still lazily watching the turbolasers fly past and enter the air cooridor, still missing.

The captain was sick of being ignored, he orderd his batteries to open up on the mandalorians, still far out of range. Hoping to at least attract some attention to his ship's presence. Not all of Borill's vessels were hidden in the air cooridor, and the enemies complete ignorance of the one visible vessel was just plain sad.

Onboard the Hektor's Shield Kusei glanced to the Imperial Admiral, "Sir, I'd like to have access to your comm gear. If the mandalorians aboard the enemy fleet learn of what happened on Dxun..."

"Can you penetrate their encryption systems?" Borill asked cooly.

Kusei straightened, "I wrote the encryption software..."

Borill gestured to one of the comm terminals, "Then by all means."

Kusei stepped beside the console and pulled a droid interface cable from a her helmet and plugged it into the droid interface beside the console. She closed her eyes and her mind began whipping through the assemblage of encrytion and code, "They changed it, but not much... I'll break through in just a few minutes."

Glancing at the holo Borill shrugged, "We've got time. He seems scared stiff to engage us on our terms. At this rate he might as well withdraw... I won't be drawn into an open engagement, not with a force as small as mine, against his fleet."