Location: Eshan, Some Major City
The familiar sound of enemy fire coming at his way greeted Vilaz as he and his warriors closed in on the city. Everything was second nature to him when trekking through the plains of battle. Orders were shouted at his officers throughout the now tenses situation, warriors departing from the main party as they filed in formation of their own unit. Those of Munin returned fire back to their hostiles from their speeders, landspeeders, and repulsorlift tanks. Enemy fire was focusing more on the tanks and landspeeders than those on speeders, something that the latter riders took advantage of as they hurried their velocity in order to harass the front lines of defense and give relieve the rest of their forces as they continued to march for the city.
As the seconds passed by there were already casualties coming from both parties as Vilaz predicted. Those of his clan when dead would find peace in the afterlife, knowing their deeds for their clan and culture would be suffice to have an honorable seat to live in the Manda. Yet the Concordian would make sure their lives would not be in vain for volunteering in this battle. A promise he always made to himself as he hated the idea of playing with souls of people and using them as cannon fodder. No, they were not chaff and would never be considered inferior as that. Others deserved that title such as the Imperial Mandalorians and the Echani.
Now they had come through the outskirts of this nameless major city. A command centre would be necessary for Vilaz and his warriors in order to be efficient in battle. While any general or commanding officer would take the luxury of leaving the load to their soldiers and rest in the centre, the Warlord would opt to dirty his hands on the front lines and give morale to his kin with his presence in battle. Communications were left in charge of someone else, yet they did not face shame in taking this task. Everyone's role was important and interdependent.
The Mandalorian continued plowing a path for his clansmen to follow. Slowly, yet surely.
"Akaan, there are reports of a Star Destroyer entering the planet's atmosphere and about to crash."
Said one at the command centre, communicating this to everyone of their clan yet only calling out Vilaz. Soldiers looked at each other in confusion and awaited instructions from their Alor.
"Is it aiming for us?"
"No, it's trajectory is heading for the capital. We might experience a dust bowl though."
That was a relief to hear for all of them. Nothing of importance for them to be concerned. They would have to use thermal vision to navigate around if their vision was to be impaired by dust.
"We continue our fight then, oya!"
Their hunger for blood and victory continued to drive them, their feet could feel the earth shake and rumble from the impact of the crashed Star Destroyer. A wall of dust pushed out in a circumference indiscriminately and some infrastructure collapsed, signs their their structure was weakening throughout the years and thanks to the recent events on Eshan. Vilaz and his clansmen also found some pockets of Echani with armament and gear from the Mandalorian Empire. Their information was correct of some radical Echani aiding the Empire, grins on their faces as their blades and armor would also be coated with Echani blood.
"In here," the Warlord called out to his warriors, noticing they were taking heavy and suppressing fire from their foes. An obstacle, but one that be conquered. They detoured into a complex that was filled with Imperial Mandalorians and a few Echani radicals. As they progressed in their firefight within the building, they had come across another party of people that too were affected by the actions of the Empire.
"Hold your fire!"
Their vicinity was cleared from hostiles, leaving only the Munin Warriors and Thyrsians alone.