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.”