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Srina Talon

Srina Talon

Member Since 15 Oct 2017
Online Last Active Today, 01:21 AM

In Topic: Crown of Sorrow | CIS Invasion of UCM-held Tanaab [ OOC ]

Today, 12:57 AM

Mig Gred Hey! Thanks for pointing this out. Cypher is fairly new at this. [He's been on the board for a minute, but, PVP and fleeting etiquette is still a WIP] 


All the people that can help fix this have signed off for the evening, including Cypher, but I wanted to respond to let you know we did see your issue. You are 100% correct. You should most definitely determine your own damage and know what you're up against. All that being said - Don't let that post hold you up. If you need help getting around it in a way that makes sense please feel free to send me a DM/PM and I'd be happy to help orchestrate something with you. 


Thanks for your patience and good lookin out! 

In Topic: Crown of Sorrow | CIS Invasion of UCM-held Tanaab

14 July 2019 - 06:54 AM



Location: Taanab - Ground [Middle of Nowhere-Good Clip from Pandath]

Tags: [OPEN] + Garza

Allies: CIS + Friends

Enemies: UCM + And Friends

Quote: "Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster."



The silvery Exarch never heard the rebuttals that were made toward her final statements. She didn’t need, or want, to hear the keening shrieks of those that were too muddled in their own self-righteousness to know up from down let alone right from wrong. These were not the Mandalorians of old. They were a new breed. Vicious, as wild dogs when they had the advantage, but when cornered? Helpless, mewling beasts.


Strange. But, not unexpected.


They had burned her world from the skies. Dropped a capital ship on it. Ravaged it with worms.


They had a full and robust marriage to the Sith Empire.


And now—They hid within hospital walls, with the sick, with the injured, after evacuating an entire planet. The scans that Adron Malvern had taken confirmed that the largest concentration of life seemed to be there. They collapsed on the location under the guise of protection when it was truly an act of provocation. She could see it. No doubt, the rest of her peers knew it as well, especially, those with boots on the ground. Human shields were a disturbance. The Confederacy were not the Jedi. They were not forgiving, or kind. But…this? Human shields?


There were no words. She simply saw red.


The Confederacy could not afford to be hamstrung with Mandalorians that were willing to draw their own civilians into a battle that didn’t concern them. It represented a gross violation of any moral compass she knew, yet, on a battlefield? They should have expected it. War was never made to be fair.


There were two desired effects. The Clans were either seeking to cause the Confederacy to hold back, or, in a far more sinister method—Egging them on. The hospital had been announced and dangled before their noses as if its destruction were some sort of prize. Was there an invisible rumor going around that a Confederate couldn’t bare to leave a hospital standing? They spoke as if they knew.


They did not.    


The Clans only needed to accept that the Confederacy had come due to their own actions. The method of their arrival, the show of force, was all proportionate to the threat level that the Mandalorians themselves had provided. Enough, was enough. They would spare what they could, but, war was war. It was not made to be kind. It was not a delicate game of handshakes and empty platitudes.


It was bloody. Painful, and final.


By the time her starfighter made it to Taanab there were only six Ghosts left. The space battle was going a lot differently than they had anticipated. No one could have known that the Clans knew they were coming. But, entering into a full minefield? That told the rest of the story quite easily. The subsequent arrival of a variety of fleets? She had kept track as much as she could. But, her goal had to be to get to ground. It had to be.


She could feel her little one waking up.


By the time she landed the number of Ghosts had decreased to four. Srina pulled out her datapad and activated her systems. She had to be quick. Her signal would probably be picked up sooner rather than later. First, she surveyed the area. Mostly flatlands. Not a soul, no homes, and nothing to really impede the process. She sent her slightly altered coordinates up to the waiting drop pod, so it wouldn’t land on her head, before she prepared a brief report. She tuned into the channel that she shared with Darth Metus and Adron Malvern. “Reporting in. My team is planet side, but, there’s only four of us left.”


“Titanfall is still a go. Stats holding.”, she began, briefly, checking on Garza. Srina was bothered. The travel through hyperspace and subsequently, the battle overhead, could cause harm to the massive beast that she had somehow bonded with. Kuat had left her feeling…Bereft. Empty. As if her purpose had been snatched from her fingers. Taking care of someone, or something, that didn’t really need her to do so fit the bill. Garza could handle himself. He had for decades before her. He would for years to come. He had chosen her. He chose, to need her.


He had chosen to call her mother—When clearly, nothing else ever would.


“Your scans were accurate as far as the chatter goes. The Mandalorians are, for the most part, centered on a hospital. We’ll work on the outer shield and start mapping defenses until we can bring down the turbolaser towers. Critical supply lines have already been targeted. More, will follow.”


Srina fell silent after that. She had more to report, but first, she needed her little one. The drop pod was speeding down quickly. At first, it was just a speck in the sky. Every second it grew larger still.


She switched the feed. He was awake. Waiting, and more than ready, to escape captivity. “I’m here.”


Silver eyes flickered. She still had eyes in the sky in the form of the few fighters she had left. They would help her pave the way, but, she couldn't have them destroyed by her child. It was with that in mind that she gave a warning. 


“Pilots. Prepare for Titanfall.”     




In Topic: Crown of Sorrow | CIS Invasion of UCM-held Tanaab

13 July 2019 - 02:23 AM



Location: The Veil - Hangar Bay [By the End of Post - Space]

Tags: [OPEN]

Allies: CIS + Friends

Enemies: UCM + And Friends

Quote: "The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on."






The dawn had come. With that brightness came a sudden flurry of activity and the sound of screaming klaxons. The abrupt movement into realspace was always jarring, regardless, the fact that the Confederate Armada she traveled with had done it time and time again. It wasn’t a lack of experience on the part of the pilots or the crew—It was a field of explosive mines that they arrived in. Her body was tossed backward, despite her crash webbing, and it knocked the breath from her lungs. When she caught her breath, her fingers found her Holo-Comm. Most would ask for a systems report. Damages. Losses. Instead, she murmured two words.


“…Don’t die.”


This was the only taciturn phrase spoken across a private line on the Confederate Comm System. An order, despite her rank, for those she refused to lose. It was a transmission that went to the people that were aware, beneath her chilled exterior, that they were her family. Blood. Darth Metus, Adron Malvern, Darth Tacitus, and a few others. It was a rare moment of weakness. A display of the emotion that she crushed, destroyed, and subsequently threw away. The young woman remembered…She remembered how those she loved, often, paid the final price. She remembered the deaths on Eshan. The deaths on Kuat. Her following words held the tenor of cold steel. “I forbid it.”


As if she could. As if she could command a Vicelord. Another Exarch. An Emperor. As if she could. Yet, she did. Death was as inevitable. Fear…Fear for her companions? For her family? That was a choice. She would feel it no longer.


Srina stood up and rubbed her shoulder while crew hands checked on the ships. The mines had done a number on the Super Star Destroyer, even if, she was a hardy ship. One of the tethers had come loose in the hangar and one of their own was pinned by a ship. He was screaming, in pain, and mercurial eyes flickered. Already. The pain, the blood, was beginning. The Force moved in her being like a wave and the fighter slid, squealing, back into place. Again, she spoke into her comm. “We have injured in the lower hangar. Send medical to sector twelve immediately. Port nine. We will be deploying shortly.”  


The Exarch loathed this. Loathed, watching her people, Eshan, the Confederacy and more, come to harm. But this fight…This was a battle that the Galaxy could not survive without. The Mandalorian presence had grown to a point in which her nation could rest no longer. They pushed. They tested Confederate allies. Through fire and blood, they were threatened, and it caused an undeniable ripple effect. The Mandalorian Empire was a cancer. A tumor. They would be cut away—As any malignant collection of cells should be.     


Her arms crossed while she allowed the final checks to be made to her Ghost Starfighter. It ran by the name of nickname of “Argis” for day to day adventures. If only, this was one of those. An adventure. This was anything, anything, but that. This was cold, hard, war. The stealth unit was a G-1 that was entirely identical in every way to the dozen that were lined up in rows beside it. The Veil had ample space for a variety of ships, but, this unit would serve her best. In a field full of significant defenses—She would need every leg up she could get.


It was as invisible as she was going to get in a battle where the enemy knew they were coming.


Hesitantly, she reached for her data-pad, and checked on her companion. He had traveled a long way, sleeping dreamless things, unaware, that he would soon be freed from captivity. Srina pressed a button. She didn’t know if he was awake yet, but, her tone was chillingly apologetic nonetheless. “Forgive me. We’ll be together soon.”


The data-pad was summarily tucked away.


A barely imperceptive sigh passed through pale primrose lips while she listened to the other speeches and rhetoric going through the public channels. Some of it from the Clans. Some of it from her own people. Her ears picked up infantile, overly dramatic, and certainly theatrical speeches from a few of the Clan members on the ground. A welcoming to Taanab. Twice. [Taozi Fuyuan & Adenn Kyramud]


Her own Scherezade deWinter responded to the public jab and her lips quirked darkly. Briefly. The young woman was brash, but, she had a way with words. Her response to the public lambasting was vibrant and laced with disdain. “The memory of a Mandalorian is said to be long. Clearly, it is also convenient. We do what needs to be done. We act when the situation requires it. We are not heroes, we are not saints, and unlike yourselves—We are also not deluded.”


“While you bring the woes of innocents to the forefront, you also, use your wounded as human shields. Is this how the Mandalore prefers to fight? Behind her injured? Behind children? It’s clear that you knew we were coming. It’s clear that you had ample time to raise defenses. Why it is that you surrounded yourselves in a place of healing in which incapacitated parties were left behind? We live in an age of space travel and bacta tanks. You had time for everything, save, to consider protecting those that needed it most.”


“I will say…A few of your points are correct, Mandalorians. You let us do nothing. We choose to. We will remove the presence of the Clans from this world, by force, if necessary. Your warnings have been noted. Stay hidden behind your shields, in the shadows, and remain the small sycophants that you are. Hide the fact that you have no true regard for life, that your serpentine tongues are twisted, and that your people are cowards. Call us what you will, while your people destroy peaceful Jedi Temples, and orbitally bombard planets. Every nation has a list of sordid deeds. It does not change the fact that we are here because you have threatened and attacked our allies. We will stand for it no longer. We will wait, no longer. If we need to be the villain, the monsters, so be it.”


Srina cut the comm and switched to the appropriate channel. Her voice filled the hangar and the organic crew stared while droids continued working. It wasn’t so much the words that had flowed from the silvery creature, moreover, the fact that she had spoken so much in one setting. Most of them heard the briefest of orders, the quietest of requests, but this? It was more than that Exarch tended to say in a week. Her eyes flickered over them and they immediately got back to work. For the Confederacy, for their Allies, they could not fail.


“Your squadron is ready, Exarch.”


She nodded and prepared. All of her gear was present. At best…She was a rookie pilot. But, that wasn’t her endgame. She needed to make it to Taanab intact. This squad of skilled young men and women were charged with ensuring that happened. The Mandalorians had their spies, their surprises, but so did the Confederacy. The instrument panel inside the fighter lit up and Srina prepared for the cue to depart. The Holo-Heads-Up-Display told her what she needed to. The engine came to life and she peeled out of the hangar, taking a wide arc, while the rest of the squad took standard defensive positions around her.


They were radio silent. Intent, on avoiding most of the battle that raged on.


The Mandalorians were so fond of bellowing, bleating, that the Confederacy was comprised of Monsters.


Srina would give them one. 




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