Amphibious Combat [Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Ploo]

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Floating Slaver Outpost - Ocean of Ploo IV
Objective: Rescue Australis from becoming a rancor's stress ball. Free the slaves. MAND'ALOR SMASH!

“I love that gun.” Yasha grinned under her buy’ce, in appreciation of [member="Deram Carid"]’s mini-gun. His cover fire cleared the majority of the lower area of Fluggrians, and the woman pointed her wolf hammer at a collection of the slaving hutuuns.

She threw the hammer, veering through their metal guns and armour until their bodies hit the floor. A shudder in the flooring stopped Yasha’s attack, as the cyber rancor roared into the area.

“Oh fun! Hey [member="Shia Kryze"]! They brought a good one!” [member="Kaine Australis"] got yanked, and Yasha gritted her teeth. That was one complication which would bring slightly more strategy than she originally thought.

Holding out her hand, Yasha backed up and waited for her war hammer to return to her grasp. Veering through another Fluggrian to get there, Yasha grasped it and flicked her wrist to shake the massive war hammer of its’ gore. The hammer needed a few seconds to recharge from any use of the arc lightning, it gave the Mand’alor pause.

“Snuggle up, Australis! We’ve got you!” Yasha held her attack back, until the fragments of the dome struck the creature in its’ spine. Looking to Carid, Yasha tilted her head and sprinted, leaping into the air and firing her jet pack to add height and more speed.

Arcing above the beast, Yasha yanked her hammer over her head two-handed, and swung down on the cybernetic attachments to the Rancor’s head. Lightning burst along the metal. If it had any less integrity than a medium-sized tank, the rancor’s implants should break.

Whether that would aide their rescue of Australis, or turn the Rancor into an even more berserk version of itself Yasha probably should have deciphered before she hit the massive beast directly in its’ headgear, with a massive shot.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"]

LOcation: Water near outpost.

Objective: Join the fight!

Sea spray ripped over the top of their landing craft as they roared across every wave and swell the ocean world had to offer. Ahead she could spot the the smoke spirals of shattered domes, and likely shattered dreams. Clan Fett had been oddly missing from the Melee following the civil war and the Cataclysm. After a failed attempt to revive the Mando'ade had devolved into childish bickering, she'd left and returned to the rim.

But now she was back, at the head of what clans men she could gather. A Cohort of Fett's one hundred or so strong packed into twelve aquatic skimmers.

"Mand'alor and the the others dead ahead."

She nodded, snapping her rifle to her shoulder, pressed deep in the pocket with a C-clamp grip. The rest followed suit, a mass of green and brown armored bodies pressing the rails of their assault weapons across the sides and front of the craft, fingers sliding into trigger wells.

"Incoming!"

"Hold fire!"

Artillery lit the water around them, sending geysers of mist, flame a shrapnel high into the air.

"I can make em out Vod. Shall we?"

She cracked a smile under her faceplate. They were Skyfighters. Not necessarily land bunnies, but amphibious assault was pretty close to Zero G assault. She'd seen slavery on the rim. She'd dispensed justice where needed. Now it was time for some vigilante justice.

"No quarter men! Fix and finish!"

"Oya!"

Bores grew red hot, 7.62 slugs penetrated the mist and salty spray. Tracers ripped brilliant rose red against cerulean. Flesh exploded, all guns fired in a cacophony of death. The lower levels of the platform were crawling with the enemy.

​

Gonna be a ground up battle. Not our forte.​

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Oh no wait.... it certainly is.​

"Comm into the others, starboard side stack forwards and apply all fire on our twelve!"

She dropped her mag, throwing it in her dump pouch and jammed a fresh one home.

Whilst the others came from the top down, the Fett Skyfighters would be work from the bottom up. A perfect pincer manuever....

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective 2: Kill 'em all
Location : Floating slaver outpost, Ocean of Ploo IV

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The appearance of a rancor was a surprise. Even for someone who had been on numerous battlefields, the sudden arrival of such a large and dangerous foe was always unexpected, especially given the opponents they faced. The Fluggrians must have been making a fortunate dealing in skin. That was both equally surprising and concerning, and quite honestly something Deram didn't want to think about. Not now, not when a fellow Mandalorian needed some assistance from the grasp of the creature. Because like he had been in the past, Kaine enjoyed running headlong into trouble a little too much, which meant that he found himself in a precarious position - namely being crushed alive, with his armor hopefully holding out long enough to get the old man free.

Hah, old... must make me just as old.

Still, these old men had some tricks in them. So putting the minigun to one side, having seen Yasha's motion and the jetpack burst, there was a clear purpose required - Mand'alor was going high, which meant Deram was going low. Running forward, the clan leader pulled the poleaxe free, twisting the handle and extending the weapon fully; and as the axe blades locked out, perfectly aligned and glimmering with beskar, the tall Mandalorian began twisting his body. The axe swooshed, coming full around, a powerful three-hundred-and-sixty degree swing, as Deram let out a roar - and with an impact against the lower body of the rancor, the mono-molecular edge of the axe bit in, and it bit deep. With luck, it would be enough to make the creature take notice of the Mandalorian at its feet, rather than what was happening above its head... and if it happened to look down, exposing those cybernetics, then all the better.

"Come on, beastie!"

Deram held the poleaxe, engaging his mag-grip gloves to maintain hold. He was lifted, easily, from his feet as the rancor reacted to the impact below, the mighty head filled with teeth peering down with beady eyes, showing a clear hatred for the Mandalorian with the long, painful metal weapon currently embedded in its stomach...

Now's the time, Yasha.

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[member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]​

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[Teagan Stoirm]

It didn't take long for Teagan to break into the case. The lock was very advanced and would have taken hours to slice into it, but a plasma torch was pretty good at turning hours into minutes. He set his torch back onto its place on his belt then clicked the latches. It popped open and the contents were revealed.... It wasn't credits. He began to pull out papers and datapads from inside of the case. A datachip even fell onto the desk top as he went through it. What was all of this? He knew it wasn't bank accounts from the layouts. If not bank accounts then he didn't know. No Teagan. You do know what these are. These are schematics and blueprints for everything from anti-air turrets to shield generators to an entire defensive network. He had in his hands the plans to everything on the planet and the datachip was the master code to it all.

The young engineer was dumbfound. Teagan had planned to take down the defense systems and he by sheer chance ran into plans that he was likely to be the only one to understand. Not only that but he had killed whoever was in charge of transporting it to safety or some secure location in self defense. Even the master code was now in his hands. How did this just happen? It was like a low budget movie plot or something. No, no this was no movie. This was reality and it had happened. He needed to use this windfall. But how? He was in some random business office not a terminal hooked up to the planetary system. How could he get to one and where would one be at? Then he remembered the plans he had looked at earlier. One of them must have had some kind of info he could use to sort out his current problem. He got all of the maps out and began to look over them all. This was going to be frustrating.

It took him fifteen minutes, but Teagan figured it out. This city was one of several cities on the ocean in a defensive network to protect their mainland resources. From the way it was laid out, it was clear they really wanted to keep people out of the marshes. Why? Well not like he could get the answer here or was going to find out. If the plans were still accurate then he could disable everything or even turn it on the fluggrians so long as he used the master code in the main terminal. That meant he needed to get to the center of the city and into the most heavily defended building in it. Wonderful Teagan. Your plan is to rush into more danger even though you are already shot and hope some stuff from a case could be telling you the truth about their defenses. For all you knew it was a dummy case and you were the dummy falling for it. A sigh escaped his lips. He really was an idiot, but a brave one it seemed. He got everything but the datachip into the case again and closed it. It couldn't lock but it could stay closed. He tucked the datachip away into a safe place then got the case as he headed for the door. Hopefully it wasn't too instant death out there. Probably was though.

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Alleria Fett"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"]

LOcation: Water near outpost.

Objective: Join the fight!

Already they'd lost a few fighters. Bolts right to the face, and one with a garish piece of shrapnel lodged in his breastplate. Alleria said a silent prayer as they reached the low hanging jettys, and the gates of the landing craft thundered open. Now in a full frenzy the Fett Skyfighters leaped from their craft down the ramp and closed with the Fluggrians.

Alleria was in the center of the mass, weaving her way through to the front. They pushed in hard, weapons blasting steel into soft flesh.

"Grenadiers, make us a hole!"

She cleared to the front line, where the criss crossing beams and smoke were thickest. A double burst burst from her rifle bought down two, then she shifted her sights, lining up the third.

Clack!

Another body hit the deck.

The whump sound of launchers firing was punctuated by the brazen blasts of air-burst munitions above the small pockets of resistance left. The initial force was shredded by ball bearings, bullets and flame. They scattered, as easily as their body parts scattered into a pulp through the air. They had a hundred meters of jetty left, up a major ramp and then into a four way hallway that lead to the lower levels.

Where they keep the slaves no doubt. Hard to swim away this far out.​

Click

Her rifle went dry, and she dropped it to its sling, drawing her Beskad Tomahawk and 45 pistol.

"Push!"

Tracers rounds zipped past her, some pinging off bulkheads and ricocheting off her armor. They surged in a spearhead, her at the front. The beskar'hawk rose high and then smashed down, gouging flesh from a fleeing enemy. They were like wolves on fleeing cattle. Fetts were legendary hunters.

With a grunt she put her boot into the slavers back and wrenched the tomahawk free in a spray of misty crimson. It whirled end over end, catching the next in the back of his skull.Boots clanged against wet steel, finding traction as they charged up the ramp. She ripped it free, and raised her pistol to fire into the space above, through quickly closing doors.

"Faster!"

Thrusters fired. A mass of green, brown and red armored bodies zipped through the gap in a trail of corkscrewing smoke. Arms tight to their sides they raced in and up, aiming to fill every inch of the chamber.

"All units, Skyfighters in position. Can we get a Sitrep?" She sent through crackling comms, as brown orbs narrowed, judging the perfect height to kill her thrusters and drop down into the center of her cohort.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The Wolf Hammer thundered down on the rancor’s head, in perfect aim thanks to [member="Deram Carid"]’s low shot. As the hammer’s swing stilled, Yasha hopped down in time for [member="Kaine Australis"]’ shot to kill the beast.

Good riddance… rancors.

Yasha offered her hand to Australis, whistled and the massive wolf-like bes’uliik tore away from mauling the dead rancor and plunked down beside the Mand’alor.

“What, you think I’d send you in the rancor’s den and not bring reinforcements… or a ride?” The Mand’alor held up her hand, and bes’uliik flew in through the hole in the roof, some free of riders. Ambrose Vizsla and Ka’lo Farr, the Heads of the Yalilyr snapped to her side, monitoring for extant threats.

Solus Rekr, Yasha’s personal Bes’uliik rushed up and nudged against her, eager to continue forth.

“Saddle up! Sounds like the Fluggrians have a few surprises waiting and I can’t wait to tango.”

“Ma’am?” Ambrose whispered, stepping closer to the young woman. Yasha was already on Solus, powering ahead.

“@Teagan Storm! Report!” It was time to check on her adopted father’s people, too.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective 2: Kill 'em all
Location : Floating slaver outpost, Ocean of Ploo IV

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"Looks like your new friend gave you a little too much squeeze, Kaine," Deram said, grinning. "You'll be fine, vod. Atiniir."

The attack had worked a charm. And within several moments, each filled with blood and pain, the rancor was downed and Kaine was freed from its once deadly grasp. Walking over to the Mandalorians, Deram remained silent as the next orders and directions were given. Sometimes it helped to stay quiet, to allow as few voices as possible the loudest opportunity. Especially in combat, and even more so when rancors were now involved. The last thing the group needed was for their members to be picked off, one by one, by the hulking monstrosities that the damned Fluggrians had been keeping secret.

Slimy sods, should have expected some trick like this... but rancors? Hells, why did it have to be rancors?

It wasn't that Deram was afraid of rancors. It was just he had an aversion to being bitten in half by something much larger than him. So when the transports arrived, he hopped onto one and held tight, gritting his teeth as the old Wolf prepared to follow Yasha and Kaine to the next engagement - where, Deram hoped, the rancors were few and far between, if not gone altogether...

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[member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]​

Spoiler: translations

Vod = comrade

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atiniir = tough it out

 

[Teagan Stoirm]

Chaos was what met Teagan as he got out of the office building with the case in one hand and his blaster pistol in the other. Fluggrians wearing some kind of odd shaped armor were shooting bolts of plasma at Mandalorians. Rockets and detonators were all being passed around like the worst game of stick ball back on the farm. There is you caught the stick ball you just reeked for the rest of the day. Here you just ended up dead. It was familiar to him though by now. Between the Civil War back home and the few conflicts he had been in with the Mandalorians, he had seen enough death and misery and visual sorrow to last a life time. He wondered if he ever would get use to it because he still wasn't now. His heart went out to those on both sides, but he couldn't stop to do something. He had a mission that might just end the conflict faster and save more lives on both sides in the process.

Rushing through the streets, Teagan was heading for City Hall. Well it might not be called that here since everyone seemed to have their own names for things. They might call it the Big Bubble or Head House or Fluginranin. He didn't know how they named things or how to speak their language. Teagan you need to stop. That line of thinking with distract you. He shook his head to clear out the random thoughts and found himself heading down an alley. At the end of it, he stopped. Finding some cover behind some crates, he got down with more than a little protest from his back. Something he would regret after the fighting. Peering out he saw the building he was looking for. It was somehow still under the complete control of the Fluggrians. It was not a surprise though as they had a mixture of some heavy combat droids, heavy anti-infantry guns, and an energy wall up all around it. It was a little bunker by this point and with the damage being limited to the cities, they had an advantage on holding it right now.

How was Teagan going to get inside of that kind of place? A squad of commandos would have trouble let alone a single Teagan. He was an engineer too not an agent. This was completely new territory for him and the worst time to be exploring it. A patrol was keeping a close watch on the very clear space that was the central square. It was as if they expected some kind of fight to break out here. Well maybe they did given their culture of being slavers. Could very well be they knew an uprising would happen eventually. Well no matter what, he needed a way inside so it was time to think. What did those blueprints say about the place when he looked? It was where this portion of the defense network was housed, it had some internal defense systems running off of a separate control hub, and... and it was connected to a system of maintenance shafts. He could use that!

Teagan happy for a brief moment before he realized that his problem still wasn't solved. The only entrance into the maintenance system near him was right by the energy fence. They would spot him before he made it and would gun him down. Seemed he was back to square one. Or so he thought until a series of explosions boomed from the other side of the square from him. A large group of Mandalorians were besieging the defenses and had taken out one of the guns. That posed a real threat and it seemed the Fluggrians knew it. All the forces on his side immediately began to move towards the other and the guns swiveled around to be pointing at the point under attack. His area was now a blind spot! It was his chance, but he knew there was no telling how long it would last. His Mandalorian companions could just be doing a hit and run test of the defenses and would retreat soon, so he ran as fast as he could towards the tunnel entrance. As he ran though, it seemed his feeling about the attack came true. They were only testing the defenders and not fully engaging them. As he rushed forward they were swiftly falling back on the other side. Thankfully though as they disappeared into the alleys they had emerged from, he had the lid to the shaft open and was climbing down into it with the case attached to his belt. The lid was closed behind him. The fluggrians had no idea he was even here.

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Alleria Fett"] [member="Shia Kryze"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Solus Rekr snapped a mechanical growl as [member="Kaine Australis"] clambered aboard, the technological beast’s head rocking back and forth as if sniffing the ground. Yasha put her hand on the controls, letting her fingers dance in the grooves for a moment, before taking off.

In moments of transit, Yasha gave herself to the act of flying. A sort of constant free fall in chosen directions, veering toward the next Fluggrian base was a testament to the same forward momentum the Mand’alor had to hurl herself into at all times. There was no back, no pause or no question.

There was only the constant fall forward. The throng of time. “Hand me your worst hit tech.”

Yasha held onto the saddle with her knees and foot wells, taking her plasma torch and getting to work on Australis’ tech, while her HUD and Solus kept up on the location beacon for their next location. Mama used to teach her how to fix her broken things, as they always did when they were alone and Daddy wasn’t around to save them. “There. Should work now. Bypass the tertiary circuits, tech’ll work fine. Faster reload on the coils that way, but if it blows, it’s pieces.”

Sticking her plasma torch back on its’ holster pad, Yasha dug in and increased speed. “If it is, we’ll roast them. They’re on their last tactical limb and think a bunch of monster beasts will halt our natural progression. We’ve fought worse, let them send a few beasts.”

The base came into view, scanners bringing schematics and heat signatures into Mand’ator’s HUD. There were six gigantic signatures, and hundreds of smaller ones in various stages of motion. Multiple signatures looked huddled in a few of the barracks. Slaves? Locking them up in case of rebellion?

“This has been a flight with Mand’alor Taxi Bes’uliik, please disembark with all safeties off your pistols. Oya.” Yasha quirked, grinning under her buy’ce. “See you down there. I’ll strafe the run and give some cover support with Solus. Figure they’ll rush out pretty quick once I start slapping their command module with heavy repeater fire.”

With Kaine on the ground and the gunship carrying the rest of the troops, Yasha swung up with Solus and craned to a cover fire position. She opened up the bes’uliik’s main guns and fired repeatedly on the glass dome of the command module.

It was time to tell them Mandalore wasn’t playing cheap.

[member="Deram Carid"] [member="Alleria Fett"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective 2: Kill 'em all
Location : Slaver Compound, HQ

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The flight to the next location, the Fluggrian HQ from the sounds of it, was largely uneventful. Deram opened the plating on his helmet, watching the ocean zip past through his t-visor, his brown eyes taking in the calm beauty of it all. Compared to some of the Mandalorian homeworlds, this one was quite different; still, Carid couldn't quite bring himself to appreciate the large bodies of water, especially given he was a farmer also. One had to fertile land to grow crops, and between the oceans and marshes, Ploo was lacking. It was no wonder the slughead Fluggrians loved the planet so much, as it suited their slimy demeanor perfectly...

As the group of warriors neared the compound, Deram noted the layout and narrowed his eyes. He suspected they were about to have a lot of trouble, judging by the pens nearby. The large pens.

"Wonderful," The old Mandalorian muttered to himself, tone sarcastic. "Just what I wanted to see..."

Still, there was work to be done, and when Yasha began firing bes'uliik main weapons, it was a clear indication that the fight had resumed. With the craft Deram held onto lowering, the tall warrior dropped from some height, landing with a heavy thud on the ground, as he reached over his back and produced the minigun for a second time. Despite being caught up in the moment, the older Epicanthix couldn't help but notice some pain starting to creep into his body, specially around his torso where he had taken a hit. Reaching down, Deram grunted as he touched the wound, blood on his gloved fingers.

Heh, great, He thought to himself, before ignoring the wound and resuming his task.

Standing up from his crouch, Deram began walking toward the compound, wielding the heavy weapon. With luck, other Mandalorians would join his line and then could begin moving onto the structures proper... and if not, well, Carid would provide some covering fire and meet the others as soon as he was close enough.

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[member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]​

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[Teagan Stoirm]

The tunnel for the maintenance was not spacious. It was not well lit. It was not anything other than a dark, narrow tunnel used mostly by droids and the rare engineer. Teagan was that rare engineer right now. The lighting was not working properly it seemed, even though it likely was never very good. He had to turn on his nightvision on. Pipes and cables. Yup this was a maintenance shaft. He wasn't entirely sure how deep in it went, but he continued to follow it. All he could do was follow it. The faint sounds of battle raged through several meters of metal above him. Were they breaking through the Fluggrian defenses or just peppering it looking for a weakness still? He didn't know so could only keep walking down the shaft with the case in one hand and his blaster in the other.

After a few minutes, Teagan was taken by surprise. A floating droid seemed to just jump out of the pipes. It was a little ball shaped one with a pair of arms it kept tucked to its side. Was it a repair droid? It didn't notice Teagan at first, but when it turned around its little receptor was a purple color, pretty unusual, and had a nasty crack down one side. It beeped then said as a pair of blaster pistol barrels popped out from either side of the receptor, " Identify yourself!" It began to immediately scan Teagan as he just blinked. Oh no. It was a security droid! He wasn't sure what to say and just blurted out, " Teagan Stoirm of Clan Raxis. Who are you?"

The security droid seemed confused by Teagan's question. Another beep escaped it then it said to him, " I am security unit number 808. Why do you have a case and a gun? Are you a threat to the central defense system?!" It beeped again then said in a slightly excited way, " Oh! You have the master code. Standing down. How can security unit 808 help you Master Teagan Stoirm of Clan Raxis?" That took Teagan by surprise even more. Well at least he knew for a fact he had the master code to the defense system. He holstered his blaster and said, " Well, BOB, what are you doing down here? It seems odd you would be in a maintenance tunnel. Are you lost?" The droid beeped a few times as if each beep was a major thought. Maybe each beep was a major thought for BOB. After a few seconds, it replied, " I was damaged so instead of fixing me I was assigned to guard this tunnel. I have been down here for a long time. Several years in fact. At least I believe it has been. I am damaged and you are the first person to use this tunnel since I was assigned it. Thank you for asking Master Teagan Stoirm of Clan Raxis."

Teagan didn't know what to say. This poor droid. It didn't deserve to be abandoned like this! He said, " That is mean of them. I would hate to be left alone for so long like that. Oh you can just call me Teagan. I can fix you up later if you want BOB. I just have to get to the defense network system and make the defense system stop shooting at my people. We are sort of coming to take over. The Fluggrians have been treating people really bad. You know like they have treated you so bad. We want to fix that." The droid beeped a few times then said, " The Fluggrians are security unit number 808's masters, but BOB thinks that Master Teagan is the one it should listen to.... I have decided. BOB is going to escort Master Teagan to the system. For Master Teagan's people, whoever they are!" With that the little droid made an excited series of boops and turned around. It began to float quickly down the tunnel and Teagan just had to take off behind it to keep up. This was odd, but at least he made a new friend. Best thing to happen to him so far this mission.

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Slaver Mainland HQ
Objective: Air Support

“Australis, do you have infra red back on your HUD?” Yasha asked, as she counted the heat signatures blaring in her HUD. He seemed to hover and hide, as if he couldn’t see… Maybe she should have fixed his buy’ce instead of the gun.

Eighteen Rancors… Gee. The Fluggrians thought they were too much of a deterrent?

“Come now, Carid. Looks practically safe from where I’m hovering.” Yasha wise-cracked, grinning behind her buy’ce. Sure, being airborne in a bes’uliik designed to keep her safe was one thing… [member="Deram Carid"], [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Kaine Australis"] & the Fett had their own struggles to temper.

Strafing on another run, Yasha squared up and fired at the two nearest Rancor with her forward cannons. One of them had rushed after [member="Kaine Australis"]. Solus’ cannons were little match when applied to the beast’s cybernetic head.

“Got your six, Australis! Yours too, Carid! Yalilyr… have some fun.” Yasha grunted through her clenched jaw, as she pulled deep into the next strafing run’s turn.

The Yalilyr let out a call of “Oya, Mand’alor!” and rushed from the transport, Ambrose Vizsla in the lead. The Yalilyr comprised of Mandalore’s greatest and most fatal hunters, and what was more, Death Watch, all. While some wondered why Mand’alor the Infernal kept such warriors by her side, Yasha’s answer was simple.

She was born into Death Watch the day Ra took her in. The day he stood triumphant and called foul on the Cataclysm’s makers. While Death Watch was a group for a time, it would not lead the reconstruction for construction was not its’ purpose.

The Death Watch rose to tear things down. In this case, Rancors. Brutal and unforgiving, the dozen Yalilyr who accompanied Yasha broke into teams of four, divided and began their route of conquering. Ambrose grunted and threw down his rifle, tossing his buy’ce and pulling off his armour. “Blasted fog!”

While nonsensical, the doffing of civility had a deeper purpose. Ambrose’s body began to shift… into a perilous and unforgiving form of a gigantic wolf.

A gurlanin, like Ra. ​

The black furred beast launched forward, clanking and slaking his jaws on a rancor’s mighty arm as his fellow hunters worked on dispatching the beast before their leader lost his jaws.

Fire from the Mand’ator’s bes’uliik corralled the Rancors into the corner made by the chaff of the command module and the barracks. She aimed to buy her people time to make havoc.

Oya.​

 

[Teagan Stoirm]

BOB was a quick little security droid. Teagan nearly lost them as they got close to the end of the tunnel and it began to twist and turn as other tunnels connected into it. Other little security droids had somehow found their way from their own tunnels to find out what all the noise that Teagan and BOB made was about. As each new security droid with some kind of sign of damage, such as a nasty crack running down their outer casing or missing an arm, and Teagan began to feel sorry for them. Each one had the same kind of story as BOB had. They had been damaged for one reason or another and instead of getting fixed back up they were pushed down into the tunnels to run until they crashed in the dark. These Fluggrians were terrible not just to organic lives but machine ones as well.

The security droids were getting rallied around Teagan thanks to the master code he had on him and BOB telling them of the promise of being fixed and freed of the tunnels if they followed the young Mandalorian. It didn't take any convincing for the security droids to hop on board and soon enough Teagan found himself surrounded by damaged droids looking to strike back at their masters. The defense system room was finally upon him, but he had to get past some blast doors. Seemed the Fluggrians plan for defending against intrusion was the damaged droids and then these doors. It would have been an issue for Teagan had it not been for the master code he had on him. He just plugged it into each door's panel and it opened up right away. It was pretty easy going, which he was thankful for.

Then everything went to poodoo as they entered the actual defense system room. Seemed some of the Fluggrians noticed the use of the master code and had a security force waiting for Teagan and his new droid friends. Blaster fire immediately began to fly by him as the last door opened up. He dove behind cover, but his little droid friends all began to beep and boop furiously. One of them even cried out, " FOR MASTER TEAGAN! FOR FREEDOM!" Other droids began to repeat the cry and it took not just Teagan by surprise but the Fluggrians. A firefight broke out between them as the security droids all just charged in firing their twin blasters without a thought of surviving. What were they Mandalorians now? Teagan couldn't focus on that. He needed to get to that main terminal now and upload the master code so he could turn the defenses on the fluggrians. But how was he going to do that?

BOB seemed to know what Teagan was thinking. The droid beeped a few times then said, " Follow me Master Teagan. BOB will clear the way!" The little droid rushed off again like before. Teagan wanted to curse, but all he could do yet again was follow. BOB put itself between Teagan and the Fluggrians while firing like crazy. Blaster bolt after blaster bolt hit the security droid but it refused to stop. Around them droids and Fluggrians began to drop. The space was not spacious and it was intense. Teagan wasn't sure if anyone was going to make it out of the place. Blood and oil was pooling under foot. It was chaos and all he could do was press forward with his droid companion.

As Teagan got to the terminal, he heard a nasty crash next to him. BOB had gone down. The little droid's power core had been hit and damaged. It was barely getting any power to its systems. Teagan got down, and placed a hand on the little droid. His mind raced as he sorted out how he could fix his new friend. He needed to fix BOB. The droid didn't deserve any of this. None of them did. A boop weakly echoed from BOB's audio systems. It caught Teagan's attention and he looked over. The cracked light was dim. A faint sound came out. " For Master Teagan. For freedom..." Then the light went out. All went silent from the droid. Teagan felt his eyes tearing up. He said in a low voice, " For Mandalore. For your freedom."

Teagan got back to the terminal and put the master code into it. He kept his head low as full control over it was handed over to him. The Fluggrians hadn't noticed just yet that he was there as the remains of his droid companions struggled on. It was a war of attrition that they were not going to win. His fingers moved quickly as he changed up everything. Every turret, every droid, every system had its codes and authorization changed over from the Fluggrian's to his own. It was more work than he expected and it was weighty. This task should take hours if not days, but he needed to do it in minutes. He needed to do it for his people and for these droids. His attention was focused so entirely on the task that he didn't notice that the his companions had been dwindled down to two, although the Fluggrians were down to three. The little droids took out a fluggrian each at the cost of their own lives as Teagan got the last of his work done.

The last Fluggrian finally noticed what Teagan was up to. As the young mandalorian pressed the button that uploaded the new master code onto the entire defense network for Ploo, a shot scrapped his helmet. It knocked him back, and the Fluggrian took several more shots at him. A shot hit his undamaged shoulder, a shot hit his hip, and a shot hit his chest. Teagan felt his breathing becoming harder. One of his lungs was hit. The Fluggrian figured the young man was down for the count now and turned to the terminal. They attempted to try and reverse things, but they were too late. There was no stopping Teagan's code from taking over. The master code now belonged to [member="Yasha Mantis"] and was sent straight to her. She had full control of the planet's defenses now as they turned on the Fluggrians and left the Mandalorians alone. Teagan slowly pulled his pistol out of its holster and weakly tried took aim at the Fluggrian who was still attempted in vain to stop the inevitable. The young mandalorian pulled the trigger and didn't stop even after the cell was dry. Each bolt hit the Fluggrian in the torso. Their armor could do little to stop the point blank Mandalorian weapon.

They dropped to the floor dead. Teagan could only look at them in a daze. His body was going numb on him as oxygen was becoming less plentiful throughout his system. His breathing was ragged and labored. It was hard to say if he could survive without assistance at this rate. His mind was blanking as it shifted into low function mode to conserve his life. His eyes drifted over to the droids laying all over the floor surrounded by oil. A weak smile crossed his lips. He breathed out weakly, " You did it. We won...." His sight went dark as his eyes closed. His consciousness faded as his body shut down. It was all his body could do to keep him alive. As Teagan's hand slipped to his side, it bumped into something and activated his distress beacon. His part was done and the next time he was aware he was going to be in a medical facility.

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"]

 

[Quoron Cadera]

The relief ships from the Mandolorian fleet began to disperse over the planet as the reports came in where the slavers were fought back. The gunship the Grand Admiral was in had mainly weapons and explosives with enough supplies to feed a few people for the day. His mission was not relief. It was clean up. He reached for the sword at his hip and it felt right again. As the gunship entered the atmosphere he felt the shaking of re-entry. This was his least favorite part of space-travel. He looked over to the weapons cache brought aboard and had a slight uneasiness due to the shacking of the gunship. The lead gunship was accompanied by two additional gunships which were packed to the brim with supplies and foodstuffs. The battle seemed to be entering its end and all the freed slaves would need food, clothes and other necessities of life. He heard the distress beacon from [member="Teagan Stoirm"] and diverted his gunship toward the signal, he would not let the Mandolorian die today.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The entire Fluggrian planetary defence grid… in the hands of a twenty year old hormonal, pregnant woman on a flying droid.

“Oh…. yeah.” Yasha grinned under her helmet, swerving around to cut her strafing run short. She chimed the support pilots, calling them in to pull the fighters out. “Teagan, you’re a genius!”

From [member="Teagan Stoirm"] came no answer, but a beacon of alarm. “[member="Quoron Viszla"]… [member="Kaine Australis"]… Teag’s not talking. Gosh, can we have a campaign where he doesn’t get hurt? Once? I’m trusting you got him. Pull back, I’ve got the planetary grid. We get Teag out, and I use their own guns to blow the slave pits off the planet.”

The Yalilyr rushed to the bes’uliik and evac craft. “Fall back! Clear out our troops! [member="Kaine Australis"], I’m coming to get you, old man!”

Solus veered to the side as Yasha jumped off its’ back, firing at the last pockets of resistance, as Ambrose in his gurlanin form and Ka’lo came trotting over to flank Yasha. She punched Australis on the shoulder and nodded.

“Beat you to him!” This battle was as fun as a game of fetch for the young woman, a comforting moment of cacophonous battle. Racing into the complex, Yasha brought Australis and her two guards beside her, until Teagan was in sight.

“Seriously, next battle? Someone shadows Teag. I’m not losing my clansman twice… Thrice? Is this thrice? I can’t remember… aw Teag.” Skidding to Teagan’s side, Yasha took one look at him and tossed his comatose body over her shoulder as if her were a light summer’s scarf. The six and a half foot tall Epicanthix woman was no stranger to the muscle tone required of such an act.

“Cover us? Buir would never stop huffing if we let this one go to Manda, and neither of us wants that, do we Australis?”

They would get Teagan, and rush. “I am really, really looking forward to using their own defence grid against them and making this compound into more of that ash Buir’s so fond of reminding me of. C’mon.”

[member="Deram Carid"] [member="Shia Kryze"]

 

[Quoron Cadera]

[member="Alleria Fett"] [member="Shia Kryze"] @Dream Carid

"I read you [member="Yasha Mantis"] I am diverting some of my gunships to evacuate the wounded but I will pick up those I can." As the gunship thundered over the planet he could see the scars of battle and began to pick up the wounded Mandolorians as they were brought on board he saw the scars and battle damage that his brother's and sister's in arms had suffered and he felt a newfound hatred of slavers and all those who would practice it.

"Admiral we are approaching the central compound and we have visual confirmation on the wounded." The pilot shouted back to the admiral as the admiral put his helmet on and walked over to the hatch of the gunship. The door opened before the ship touched down so the time picking up the wounded would be as small as possible.

Quoron and his eight man guard rushed out of the gunship picked up the last wounded Mandolorian and four of the guards carried [member="Teagan Stoirm"] into the gunship and flew away to the fleet where the medics would do their best to save the wounded.

The Grand Admiral walked over to the General and the Mandalore with a gladness that they had won the day. "Good to see you both in one piece. My gunships are finishing up the medevac and delivering supplies to the freed slaves. Once you are ready I will request another gunship to pick us up and take us home." With that the admiral relaxed and sat down.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Thanks, Quo! Sure they’ll be pleased to see you!” Yasha quipped as she and [member="Kaine Australis"] rushed the last of the resistance to pick up their wounded man.

Kaine was yelling at [member="Teagan Stoirm"]. Yasha swooped in and picked him up, throwing him over her shoulder. “He’s out like a light. I’ve got him! Cover me so Quo can pick up three living bodies instead of two… Buir and I’ll have to have a talk about getting Teagan some more combat training.”

The extra weight of Teagan’s slack body didn’t bother the Epicanthix at all. “Fall out, Mandos! To the gunships!”

Running Kaine, Teagan and herself to the gunships, Yasha passed Teagan off to the Yalilyr, and was scooped up by Solus. The bes’uliik swept her into the gunship, and Yasha rushed up to [member="Quoron Viszla"]’s position.

“Take us out of range of the planetary grid’s cannons. I’m wiping the slaver camps off the map… literally.” Grinning under her buy’ce, Yasha waited until her orders were followed, then keyed in the planetary grid’s offensive cannons.

The Fluggrian slaver camps were gone. Resistance was defeated.

Ploo was Mandalore’s.