Invasion Blackout | ME Invasion of GA-held Yag'Dhul, Kiffu, Thyferra & Ukatis

[Lyrrin]

Good: The Vulptex
Bad: Zorana

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Lyrrin had been dispatched to the city based on information that the SIA had gathered on the pending Mando aggression. His task originally was simply surveillance and information gathering for the GADF but as the city went dark his mission had to fit the situation. Whatever the Enclave hoped to achieve here was bound to be bad news for the Alliance. He was at least aware that the trading center and energy storage facility were targets but beyond that he had precious few details.

The agent walked with his hands in his pockets through the darkened city doing his best to blend in with just any other denizen that could be thought to be wandering about during a time like this. Unless the Mandos had been targeting civilians he would continue on his way unmolested. Lyrrin put a commlink towards his mouth, whispering into it so as to not draw additional attention to himself "Channel check, is anyone receiving me?" he made his way towards an alcove of a building and put his back into the corner so that he could try and reach someone without being snuck up on "Looks like its kicking off, if anyone else is in the area we need to coordinate here."

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Ukatis
Allies: Braze , Ryana mina
Engaging: Domina Prime

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<"Hey, Cora... Jeez, I'm probably speaking into the void.">

Jasper sat on one of the civilian transport shuttles that was going down to the planet, Braze and Ryana nearby. With the mandalorians so quick to mobilize, Corazona von Ascania 's home was now in grave danger. Her people were in danger. The knight was still recoiling over her capture on Thule. He should have been there, he told himself. To do something, anything. And yet, again and again, the opportunity to be there to protect her slipped through his fingers. He had only ever managed to do something worth while when she was quite literaly on death row.

But he was here now to protect her people. Jasper had a chance to make things right. He could feel Cora out there, ever so faintly through his limited connection in the force. Now here he was, speaking desperately over an open communication channel she probably wasn't even listening to.

<"I... stay safe out there, kid."> he sighed. <"I'm gonna make things right this time.">

There was too much on the line now. The Sentinel of Harmony stowed his communicator and turned to the two present padawans.

"Alright, this is gonna get messy," Jasper explained to them. "We're covering for civilians. Our team here will get them on shuttles and off Ukatis, but we need to keep the jar-heads busy with something in the meantime. I'm gonna need the two of you to back me up, but I'm going to make it very clear that your lives are my utmost priority over mine. Don't do something reckless for my sake."

He couldn't loose anyone else. Not after the war... after Calix...

It was time now. The shuttle touched down in the capital city, in a square at the foot of the royal palace. A haze had set over the agri-world as the flames of skermishes had begun to break out in the distance. Civilans were running around in a panic, with Jedi and GADF personel struggling to usher them towards the newly arrived transports. Progress was being made, though. Jasper would lead by example, setting himself up in front of the transports and drawing his lightsaber. Whatever came running towards the steps of the palace would be meeting the end of his blade. Given his prior experience with Mandalorians, this was bound to get messy. He just hoped that he could keep Braze and Ryana safe. They couldn't turn out like he had.

And wherever she was out in the capital, Jasper silently hoped the same for his spiritual younger sister.

 

[Alasdair Voland]

Open For Engagement!

Current Fleet Composition (3km):
1x Bulwark II Class Star Destroyer
2x ISFL Stormhawk Frigates
5x Hasta Corvettes
10x ISFTL Fighter Squadrons
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As the advance force of the Tenacity and its escorts serenely cruised through hyperspace to its destination above the bacta world Thyferra its commander, Commodore Voland, strode about the Bulwark II Class Star Destroyer’s bridge with a kind of nervous anticipation. Today was the first time that Imperial forces would be going up against those of the Galactic Alliance in open combat, albeit not flying their own flag but that of IMPS, the mercenary organization and company that was based on Lianna and which shared many connections between it and Empire of the Lost’s leadership. The Moff Council had decided that open war between the Galactic Alliance and the Empire was too risky at this time, but they did not wish to sit out the conflict completely, seeking any means to delay the Alliance from swallowing up even more of the galaxy under their grip. When the Mandalorian envoys had come seeking assistance against the great devouring leviathan that was the G.A., they had not walked away empty, and rumors were that most of IMPS’s fee had been paid for by the Empire itself in a show of solidarity.

Quite a different relationship with Imperials than the Mandalorians had with the New Imperial Order, but our Empire is different and times have changed. With Sith space uncomfortably close and with the Alliance ever-expanding and asserting their right to intervene in territory that is not even their own, we need capable allies and the Mandalorians have the skill and gumption to be a good one. Hopefully our intervention, limited as it is at the moment, will begin to build that relationship up and they understand the risk we are taking with supporting them.

The plan that the Mandalorians had was bold and Alasdair had to admit he admired their mettle-an all out surprise attack against many Alliance worlds at the same time essentially holding back nothing for their own defense in the process. If they failed here today he doubted they had enough forces to prevent the Alliance from launching a devastating counterattack and sweeping their comparatively small current dominion off the map, but if they succeeded…hope, hope for a galaxy to oppose the arrogant monster at its heart without having to bend the knee to the Sith. And in Alasdair’s opinion that was certainly worth dying for.

“Sir! We’re being pulled out of hyperspace as expected! Alliance interdictors!”

Unexpected, but not unsurprising. Perhaps they had gotten word from one of the other planets under attack that the Mandalorians were on the move or perhaps they were simply lucky but we are prepared for that either way.

Most of the 7th Battlegroup was held in reserve at their rendezvous point some distance away ready to be called in via hyperspace if they met serious opposition, but Alasdair preferred not to call them in unless he had to-the objective was to get to Thyferra after all, not get bogged down in a battle still quite some ways away from it. Perhaps they would fall out of hyperspace at the edge of the battle and simply be able to outmaneuver the Alliance’s forces and make it to the planet without having to get stuck in a costly pitched battle. He would see soon.

As the Tenacity and its escorts dropped out of hyperspace at the periphery of the main conflict Alasdair began to bark orders. It seemed they had been caught at the outermost boundary of an interdictor gravity well projection that was some distance away-far enough to not have any immediate opponents nearby but still leaving them unable to jump towards Thyferra. They would have to maneuver via sublight until they could make their way to the main objective.

"Deploy our corvettes upfront in a screening formation to deal with any potential enemy starfighters, keep four of our fighter squadrons behind them in the event any make it through their gaps! Three squadrons of our fighters on each flank to prevent any quick flanking attempts. Keep the Flare and Argent slightly behind us and on our flanks with the Tenacity at the center. Relay what information we have to the rest of the fleet so that if we need reinforcements they know where to go!"

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[Nelliel Kryze]

MNV-52 'Beviin' Class Space Superiority Fighter
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| Location | Yag'Dhul, En Route to Dodecapolis
| Objective | Escort Bombing Run
| Focus | Kad Wren / H Halden Chaussidier

A ghostly blue glow was cast on Nelliel's visor as the interior of her cockpit's lighting was the only lighting that managed to shine bright enough in the dark of night. The siege of Yag'Dhul was getting drawn out but had at least given Nelliel and company time to acquaint themselves with the airspace as they had been trying to thin out the enemy's numbers and whittle their defenses down. The natives and Galactic Alliance had been holding out during the siege and while it was a hindrance to the Enclave, Nelliel's kill count had been steadily increasing since the Enclave and Galactic Alliance first started butting heads. Her fingertips gently brushed over a smooth surface in the darkness of her cockpit, able to feel subtle grooves from tally marks carved into the metal - mostly mediocre at best or fodder pilots but a kill was a kill nonetheless.​

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The domed capital city in and of itself was just as resilient as the native Givin, and had done a rather outstanding job of holding back the tide of wrath and fury that was the Enclave - but not for long. Following Kranak Vizsla 's directive to assault the city in the dead of night, the new plan of assault was to guide a bomber squadron to crack their domed headquarters in order to gain access to their shipyards among many things that would be of great use to the Alliance, a vital asset to rob them of in the ongoing war. ​

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Nelliel glanced down at her fighter's scanner as she kept an eye on their formation. To ensure their highest chance of success, Skull Squadron had dispatched a small handful of their ace pilots as well as support units and tasked with guiding the bombers to their destination to breach the capital city - anything as far as close air support or engaging hostile fleets in orbit had been deemed secondary until their primary objective had been completed. A quiet huff escaped her lips as she maintained a steady route - escorts were on the lower rung of places she wished to be, but given that the Alliance could not afford to take a blow to a major shipyard at least she was guaranteed that someone would intercept them. Now was the time for the Alliance to start pulling out all the stops they had and for the Enclave to overcome them. ​

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| Friendly | @ Skull Squadron / @ Enclave
| Hostile | @ Revenant Squadron / @ Galactic Alliance / @ GA Friendly Pilots​

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Ukatis, outskirts of Capital City
Tags: Jonyna Si | Rayia Si | Hilal Vizsla ​

This has now been the second time Ko has found himself on Ukatis. Now it seemed a pattern was beginning to form that coming here normally meant things were not good. Given that the last time he was here he fought some rather handsy phantoms with three other padawans.

Now they were in a battle against Mandalorians. He understood that they were at war now. But why here? What reason do they have to go out of their way to punch down on the agrarian society? It brought up bad memories of his time on Hetzal Prime. Ko’s was rapidly finding it harder and harder to have much compassion for the interstellar warriors.

Ko recalled what Shan Pavond had said prior. Part of himself wondered if his heart was falling victim to the war machine. Not to mention who his master was. Someone who’s people have historically felt the bloodthirst of a Mandalorian rampage.

When they arrived Jonyna had made a point to him and Rayia that they would stand together. In the pleasant capital city of Ukatis the battle raged around. Suddenly he senses an opponent from behind. Descending from above a Mandalorian soldier descended towards Ko. With his green shoto lightsaber in hand he snapped it around to deflect the incoming blaster bolts.

A moment later the warrior collided into Ko as they touched down to the ground, knocking over the padawan. His back fell against the hard ground harshly. Dropping his sword cane. The warrior attempted to capitalize on their advantage and shot down at Ko. Where he flicked his shoto against their shot. Reflecting the bolt back at their blaster. Quickly Ko performed a starfish kip up and got back to his feet. Knowing their beskar armor was lightsaber resistant he deactivated his shoto and rushed the warrior as they recovered from having their blaster knocked from their hand.

Clenching his clawed fists Ko unleashed a dizzying dozen strikes to the warrior. Utilizing a burst of speed with The Force and hardening his fists like rocks. Each strike against the crusader’s helmet gave an audible dinging noise like a bell as he rattled the poor soul under the armor. Finishing off his brief combo attack with a weighty side kick, knocking the Mandalorian combatant back onto their ass. They were down for the count. Ko then telekinetically summoned his cane sword back to his hand. “Any idea where we should fall back to Master Si?” Ko called out to Jonyna. Feeling like the continued assault could overwhelm them at a moment's notice. ​

 

[Raphael Calgar]

[ Location: Ukatis Orbit | Shuttle Hangar ]
[ Vicinity: Natasi Fortan ]
[ Opposition: Vemric Keldra | Jenn Kryze ]
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"Cawl, get us out of here!" shouted Raphael as his feet hit the deck plating. In tow behind the senator were two large containers and a colleague, the irascible Natasi Fortan. Before they'd even fully understood what was happening there had been a bite to her words, incredulous at the idea of being under attack. Raphael had to admit he too was caught off guard. The tensions had been rising, war had been declared, but this far into Alliance space? Heads would roll for this, he was just relieved it wouldn't be his - provided he made it out of here alive. "Aye, sir." replied the uniformed man. Lieutenant Cawl, part of the Corvo's security detail hurried into motion towards the bridge, hand on his comm unit. "Get 'er going, they're aboard."

As if to answer, Raphael felt the decking beneath his feet begin to hum, the engines had been engaged and they would soon jump to hyperspace. Already his mind was moving to the future, his steps slowing as he approached the main hangar entry. Communication would need to be made, Anaxes put on alert, protocols initiated. For a moment he had almost forgotten where he was. Stopping he turned to look behind him, relinquishing his grasp on the containers. Precious cargo. "We made it," he said, matter of factly. "You're alright?" The Corvo wobbled, sending Raphael tipping till he caught himself on the wall. "Well, almost."

The two senators had been visiting Ukatis as part of a shared initiative on behalf of their worlds. Self sustenance, food production, hydroponics. It was no secret that Ukatis was an agricultural giant and given some of her latest research, making leaps and bounds in the genetically modified foodscape. Seeds that would provide nearly ten times the yield of an organic seed of the same plant. Amazing, Raphael had thought. The possibilities that he could unlock for the Anaxsi people with that technology at his fingertips. The first few days of their trip had been mostly forward facing, meeting the people in charge, tours of various crop farms and facilities. Well worth it, for in the end the two had been presented with a parting gift - two containers bearing the very seeds they would need to start their own hydroponics solution on their respective worlds. It was a boon not only for the people of Anaxes and the Renascent Republic but their entire regions.

If they could survive.

"We should secure these, We're a diplomatic vessel but there's no telling..." his words were interrupted by a violent lurch as the Corvo jolted to the side. Alarms began to sound and a loud boom followed. Barely managing to keep upright, Raphael winced as he caught himself by the forearm on one of the containers. "Fuck. That's not good," he uttered. He forced a grin. "Sorry," he apologized to Senator Fortan. "I guess that answers it." A chirp at the comlink at his waist came to life. :: Senator, we just lost engines, we're dead in the water. There's too many of them... Alliance comms are in disarray, I can't break through. We're on our own. ::

Just like that, Raphael felt the pit of his stomach drop. "Understood," he replied, his jaw tensing. "Here," he said, stepping over to a locker on the wall. Placing his finger on the scanner it popped open with an audible chime. Raphael reached in, grabbed something, and lofted an object towards Natasi. "It's not much against an armored Mando but it's better than nothing. I assume you know how to shoot?" He turned to his own weapon, function checking it and activating its power cell before looking back to the woman.

 

[Gailen Keldau]

ACKLAY
VOID OUTSIDE THE DOME | YAG'DHUL
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs
ENEMIES: GA
ENGAGING: Kostodu Xyston
GEAR: In bio

DON'T TREAD ON ME​

Another night.

It was wearing on all of them. It especially gave Gailen a lot of time to think about things. Among them, was worry about Yael Kandar , who was on a completely different planet. It was her time to shine, achieve what she had wanted since Rodia. But she's had a run of bad luck from Rodia through to Ryloth. This time, he couldn't spare Mouse for her, so all he had was to rely on his other Vode to keep her safe in one form or another.

Not an easy thing to do.

And couple that with the fatigue of besieging a city that was wearing on him and the Si'kahya under his command, and he was slightly a nervous wreck. They were all tired fighting against city defences, Alliance resistance as well as the void outside the dome. Some scouts have also reported some lifeforms withing the desolate void as well. They had no idea what the scans were indicating, but it wasn't Mandalorian or Alliance. Who knew wildlife existed out here, but it seemed that they did.

It just kept getting better. They were starting to lose steam.

But then a new directive had come through - one final push - at night.

<No, Saxon! Flank that way!> Gail barked at one of the squad leads as he pointed in an opposite direction of where the Saxon was leading, jetpacks all alive, keeping them all fairly solid in the void.
<Krayt took her guys that way. So we're swapping.>
<Aight, just don't mess up.>

With that, they split ways.

://: How many basilisks can you give me? I think we can crack the dome at a certain point along the eastern perimeter. ://: Mouse asked as his droid bulk came soaring toward Gailen.
"How many d'you need?" Gail asked.
://: At least five. ://:
"Take Beviin Flight. Just make sure you put a hole in that dome. We need it." said Gailen.
://: You know we will. ://: said the basilisk before gunning toward the dome, the pilotless Flight joining him halfway after receiving his message.
<Stay alive, Mouse!> Gailen yelled after him.
://: I'll do my best. ://:

The night sky suddenly came alive with the haunting howls of the 9 basilisks as they descended toward the dome. The howls were the only thing that could be heard in the void, but the golden particle beams could be seen as they all strafed over a section of dome that already seemed weakened from previous runs.

<That would be our entry, Vode! Head toward those basilisks. No quarter to those getting in your way.> he told the battalion before speeding in that direction himself. As he got closer to the dome perimeter, however, his proximity sensors began to flash. They were finally encountering some Alliance forces. Maybe even more. A Jedi.
<Look alive! We got company.> he told the Si'kahya around him.

With that, they all banked downward, shooting like bats from the darkness. Gailen kept his eyes open for that telltale sign of a Force Wielder. He didn't share his elders sentiment toward the Jedi.

To him, they have gone too far by killing the Wardog.

They had to pay for that betrayal.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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Natasi glanced instinctively at her bracelet, the tracking device Dyrn Grav had given her. He was going to be furious and it was just lucky for Natasi that he would be more furious at anyone that threatened or harmed her than he would be at her for putting herself in the path of danger, however inadvertent it had been.

"Diplomatic vessels mean nothing to Mandalorians," Natasi answered Senator Calgar. She steadied the seed vault she was steering; normally it would have been left to a porter of some kind, but desperate times called for desperate measures and surely Natasi Fortan handling her own luggage fell squarely within that category. Her eyes cut to Calgar and she said dryly: "Ask me how I know."

Natasi listened in to the comlink conversation and shook her head. "How did they get so far in without warning?" she asked, her voice cold fury. "Didn't I say the SIA was falling down on the job? Didn't I? But everyone thinks I was holding a grudge because -- oh, well, what difference does it make now? But if we get out of this, there's going to be a -- "

Her voice broke off as he tossed something over to her. She snagged it, her hands clasping around cool metal. She studied it a moment, her dark eyes going hard and cold, like frozen mud. "Oh yes," she murmured, glancing up at him. "I know how to shoot." She had become an expert marksman over her training with Dyrn, and anyone who got close enough would also discover that she was no slouch in hand-to-hand and melee combat, either.

Raphael Calgar | Vemric Keldra | Jenn Kryze​

 

[IC-8808 "Bob"]

SHADOW STORM
Objective II​

Bob followed IC-01 "Chief" right into the transport and threw himself right into a seat on the wall. Harnesses were quickly wrapped around his torso and then he was ready.

Now that he had a moment to think, his excitement reached its peak. He was finally able to do what his idol, Sev was so well known for! He was nervous, but he had studied Sev's memories and files extensively in his short life to an obsessive level. He had even worked hard to memorize his sayings and mannerisms. And the combat training obviously went without saying.

He looked to brothers, IC-01 "Chief" IC-32 "Gears" and IC-7734 "Blaze" and gave them his best, gruff, Sev-style nod, and lowered his voice, "Let's do this"

Being only a year old, his obsession with Sev was all he had. He hoped that his brothers would see him as a carbon copy after his actions today...

Jade Frossilo gave them a quick briefing and Bob watched the data pour in on his HUD. He quickly noticed a small handful of small spelling mistakes in the write up sections as he scrolled through, and he found it somewhat distracting... Who wrote this?

He tried not to judge these kinds of things. It didn't matter, not even in the slightest. But for some reason, these details seemed to bug him...

Maybe he would talk to IC-01 "Chief" after the mission about establishing an editing process...

He mulled over it as the ship soared towards their LZ....

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Objective 2
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Allied Tag: Selle Skern Evy’armi’naken Drego Ruus

Enemy Tag: Sahan Dragr Suvi Dragr

In retrospect Minerva wasn't really surprised that the Enclave carried out this level of attack. It was never a question of if this happened but when and where. In the now shadowed city she hid herself within the top roof of a corporate headquarters with one of her platoons. She nodded to Irni who had her sniper rifle out with night vision gear. Looking down at the commando team that included Yasmin and Drego she sends a beeping signal in the comms back to them that they have their backs covered so the commandos can advance.

Of course all across the city Minerva noted the shooting and explosions erupting all already. Checking her carbine again the warrior then closed her eyes before opening them with renewed determination. She had made her choice since Kashyyyk way before the Alliance even declared war. There will be no hesitation, no debates, only the will to fight.

"So shall it be." Minerva whispered to herself.

 

[IC-32 "Gears"]

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Location: Kiffu, East of the Capital
Objective: 2 - Shadow Storm - Seize Clatt Fessi
Equipment: In Bio
Tags: IC-01 "Chief" | IC-7734 "Blaze" | IC-8808 "Bob" | Jade Frossilo

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Gears would have to have anticipation for what was around the corner to have nerves about the present situation. Unlike his squadmates Gears had no memories of life implanted into him. He was the team's slicer and technology expert. A position that would require a ton of logic, information and the ability to make many calculations. That being the case, Gears was let loose on the galaxy as little more than a flesh and blood droid. His training programming had been extensive. There was not likely to be any computer system known to the holonet that he would not be able to hack. He also received full combat training. The ability to question the unknown…that was not something that was implanted to his brain in his short life.

The drop ship that was to take the squad to the surface of the planet shook slightly. Gears handled it with no change of disposition. If it was enemy fire there was little he could do. Bob or Blaze would take the ship's gunner position as they were more suited to do so. If they and the pilot lady were not talented enough to evade destruction nothing Gears would do could escape his death. The more likely reason for the shake was atmospheric turbulence. If that was the case it was just a matter of riding out the uncomfortable feeling in Gears' stomach until the ship settled into more stable air.

The civilian facilitator that the squad had been saddled with called out they were nearly there and transmitted the target information. Gears' HUD lit up with information. The clone took it all in quite rapidly. That was what he was made to do. “The spreadsheets of expenses and gains for this man must be quite intricate." Gears stated dryly. The clone could probably make a good banker if he wasn't made to fight.

When the ship touched ground, Gears did a final check of his equipment, slung his pack onto his back and readied his rifle. "Time to get to work. You're the lead Chief."

 

[Kostodu Xyston]

Kostodu floated about in the dark void, accompanied only by the sounds of his respirator, and the flashes of light as several Mandalorian Basilisks tried to break the dome surrounding the city. How had it come to this? From a great alliance, straight to war. The young Twi'lek Padawan didn't understand it, and he doubted that he ever would.

Maybe some time spent in thoughtful meditation could help with that. It was obvious, however, that there was no time now. Kostodu was feeling something...a warning in the Force. There were people approaching him. People with hostile intent.

The Padawan's eyes flew wide open, and his breath caught in his throat. He was alone, and there were Mandalorians coming to kill him.

Kostodu quickly regained his composure. Yes, there were people coming to kill him, but he had the power of the Force on his side. He took a deep breath and let it out, fogging up his respirator.

When his eyes opened again, he could see the streaks of the Mandos' jetpacks, drawing a line towards him. He reached to his left side, unclipped his lightsaber, and held it in his hand for a moment. Should he really reveal himself now? Or could he possibly keep the advantage of surprise?

Quickly, he shooed the idea out of his mind. The Mandalorians probably had some thermal vision on their HUDs. Not igniting his lightsaber would only benefit the enemy. So he pressed the button, and a brilliant emerald blade sprang to life, followed by two smaller (but equally deadly) crossguards.

The Enclave would regret taking on the Jedi.

Gailen Keldau

 

[Rayia Si]

Location: Ukatis, outskirts of Capital City
Jonyna Si Ko Vuto Hilal Vizsla

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Unlike her mentor, Jonyna Si, or her fellow padawan, Ko Vuto, Rayia had never been to Ukatis. 'Which,...' she thought, '...is a shame. It reminds me of Vossport. I could almost picture merchants lining the streets and hawking their wares if the capitol wasn't currently burning.' Rayia had known that the war with the Mandalorians was coming. The tension in the air was as thick as a knife, and Jonyna had been incrementally increasing their training loads in preparation for some coming conflict. Once the group had landed on the planet, the presence of war was unmistakable. The acrid taste of iron stung Rayia's nostrils and throat. Clouds of debris coiled lazily through the air before collapsing with hearty thumps as impacts from powerful blasters shook the very ground beneath their feet. Rayia's tail had retracted into its sheath at the base of her spine, but the tuft of the sensitive organ peeking out was bristling from the information of dozens of distinct movements - displacements of air - being traced all at once. They came from the individuals around them, swarming over the city like roaches.

Rayia was, unfortunately, familiar with the type of battle being waged here. There was no presence of battlefield etiquette to be found, nor the glorious honor of combat. This was simply survival. It was why the members of the Feral Queen's tribe treated warfare as a great hunt. 'Because the only way to protect what you need to protect is to survive.' Rayia finished, quoting the age old motto. Sometimes Weik might seem stuck in the past, but they were right about a few things now and then. 'Right now, I need to protect the people here,' Rayia thought and steeled herself. She had packed quite a few nasty surprises for her aggressors.

Rayia watched as Jonyna hurled flames towards one of the mandos, sending them staggering backwards in the face of the sudden inferno. Ko meanwhile deflected a blaster bolt from a mando who had attempted to surprise him from behind. Golden, slitted eyes flicked his way as Rayia prepared to go to his aid. She could see in her peripheral vision that the opponent had tackled him to the ground. But then she felt a warning as her tail detected some movement behind her. Rayia, with her long training at interpreting the motions, could sense the individual's arm lining up a shot towards her left shoulder just below the collarbone.

The beast within her snarled, and Rayia felt a tautness within her growing. Her muscles stretched and reformed beneath her skin, rippling ever so faintly as they tore and melded. She was walking a very fine tightrope here. The beast was already agitated from the near constant assault on her senses. She could not afford to shift here. There was no telling what she might do within a precarious position such as this. Using her full Felacatian speed and reflexes, Rayia seemed to blur as she ducked low to avoid the shot. Twisting around, she felt the heat of the blaster bolt pass over her skin as she dug one clawed foot into the cobblestones beneath her feet. The stone ripped as she propelled herself forwards, dragging her claws through it to provide herself a launchpad for her dash.

Within two heartbeats she had reached the deep blue clad individual, keeping low to the ground. She would move out of the mandalorian's aim ever so slightly, scenting the burning scuff of molten stone as stray shots bore holes into the ground. Studying the armor, she could see that it was particularly sturdy. Unclipping her Light Fang from her belt, Rayia refrained from activating the blade. She guessed since Ko had refrained from using his saber that perhaps the metal would ward off the standard heated plasma of a lightsaber. And while her light fang was exceptionally designed for cutting among other things, there was a different way. 'Every armor has its weakspot. Otherwise it would render its wearer immobile and...' Rayia pushed upwards from the ground in a vicious arc, swinging Light Fang's hilt upwards in a two handed grip. With her lightsaber's muzzle pointed down and the monstrous strength of her feline form that belied her short stature infusing her, the sharpened pommel smashed into the V-shaped visor of the mandalorian's helmet. A moment later, it was through sending the mandalorian toppling to the ground with a curious gurgle. '...blind,' Rayia finished.

"We need to find a better defensive position. How about those buildings?! I might be able to shore them up a bit, make a barricade!" Rayia roared, hoping to be heard over the general din and pointed to where some fallen rubble had littered the street, creating a small wall.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

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"Sir," the pilot said nervously, "permission to speak freely?"

Maldor Mecetti, Senator of Obulette, looked across towards the young man sitting in the pilot's seat. The man was wearing the red colors of the Mecetti House Guard, and held the rank of Lieutenant. He was a naval pilot who'd had the fortune of being assigned to the heir of House Mecetti. the Lieutenant's only job was to ferry Maldor aboard the Zephyr, his executive shuttle.

As this was the Lieutenant's only job, it was rather inappropriate for him to be making such a request. Maldor suspected he already knew what the man had to say, and it would be impertinent.

However, they were alone on this shuttle, and if the man had misgivings, they would have to be dealt with. There wasn't anyone else for Maldor to summon to have the man replaced.

"Please," Maldor replied assuringly, "you may speak without fear of reprisal."

The Lieutenant hesitated, but then charged on. "Sir, this mission is very unsafe. This may be a consular shuttle, but the Mandalorians are unlikely to know this, or care. Never mind any mercenaries they have in their company. Plus, unlike many consular vessels, this shuttle is armed. It may be mistaken for a combat craft. I implore you to turn back before it's too late, and you become endangered. Or worse."

Maldor closed his eyes and counted to ten. Did this Lieutenant really believe the potential dangers and pitfalls hadn't occurred to him?

Finally, he responded. "Lieutenant, your concerns are well-spoken and valid. However, I do not intend to get close enough to the battle to become endangered. We will merely be monitoring events at a distance, so that I have a clear picture of the battles between the Enclave, the Empire, and the Galactic Alliance."

The Lieutenant turned his head, "The Empire, Sir?"

Maldor waved a hand, "Never mind, just get us th-"

Before Maldor could finish his statement, the Zephyr fell out of hyperspace. It did so with a shudder, and Maldor planted a hand on the console in front of him to steady himself.

"Interdiction fields, Sir," the pilot explained.

The view was intense, with a battle raging not nearly as far away as Maldor might have preferred.

Maldor sat back in his chair and steadied his nerves, "Report."

The Lieutenant checked his sensor readings, then lifted his gaze to look through the expansive viewport at the action.

"Galactic Alliance forces are already engaging the Enclave. I'm seeing a lot of Imperial Equipment in the field." The pilot glanced at Maldor, then returned his attention to the flight controls. "It seems we're closer to the Alliance forces than the Enclave or... Imperial? Forces. But either of them could close the distance to weapons range in moments."

"Slow us down," Maldor said, "We're more than close enough. Don't you dare target anything. And transmit our Friend-or-Foe codes to the Alliance forces. We don't want to get shot by our own people."

Bright flashes of light and stray turbolaser bolts filled the nearby starscape as the pair looked on in naked concern.

Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch
Alasdair Voland

 

[Domina Prime]

Capital City of Ukatis
Plaza Square




I'm living for the thrill of the kill yes it excites me
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The Closest Representation to God You Might See



Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Ryana mina

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The toil and rumble of their transport rattled the gear of the chosen few as they broke atmosphere past the defensive blockade established by the Galactic Republic. Originally a stealth mission, they were prepared for a quieter drop than what was expected but after news of their operation being blown open the interior of the shuttles emergency alarms went from blue to red as they flared violently.

Domina sat patiently with her leg crossed over a singular knee as her comrades checked their gear and cleared comms. The shuttle door dragging open and creating a bristling burst of air to enter the shuttle as the Dropmaster peered out to analyze the ensuing battle below as fighters roared through the air with a deafening shriek as dogfights raged on over the Capital City of Ukatis to cover the arrival of Alliance Drop Shuttles holding their soldiers led by godborn champions of their order.

"W-we got a tail! Drop Drop Drop!" The pilot shouted over the loud speaker, switching the light green just as a blast of fire and smoke caused their shuttle to rattle and sway awkwardly as the pilot tried to hold the wheel. "Grah, c-can't shake em! I'm hit! We're hit! Mayday mayday, Vornskr Squad is on site but we are going down! Bail Bail!" The pilot warned as the barreling ship crashing towards the city continued to pick up speed with alliance fighters close behind.

"You know the plan! Crack the bank of the Noble Houses, Directive 3 is live keep your head on your shoulders!" The drop master told them before checking their jetpacks and then slapping each of her Mandalorian brethren on the shoulder as they went diving out of the shuttle. "Go! Go! Go!"

Dima however remained seated, sliding her claws against her Beskad Kopis as the Dropmaster gave the strange Xeno a look from behind his helm.

"Domina! You good on the plan?" He asked, causing Dima to grin from behind her helm as she stood from the seat as the shuttle came twisting towards the city like a fireball of death. "You DO know the plan right?" He prodded as Dima ran a claw along his helm.

"Dominas plan? To Dominate little cousin~ Your plan? Should just to stay alive yes? Better yet, just try to keep up~" She teased before SHOVING him out of the shuttle.

And with that, Dima hooked her claws onto the outer portion of the crashing shuttle as Dima swung herself up and onto the top of the fiery vessel rather than abandoning it. The went bristling through her cloak as Dominas many eyes scanned and searched until she spotted the two Galactic Fighters following close behind, blasting at the back of the ship to try and finish the job as Dima snorted.

"Fucking amateurs, lets go pro~" She hissed in delight as her pupils dilated to pins of focus.

Those elongated, piston like legs blasted upward, hoisting her entire frame up into the air as Dima unleashed those azure tendrils and expelled a long, silken rope to attach against the crashing, burning shuttle she was just on as if using it like a skyhook.

At the same time, another tendril took aim at the two fighters following the crashing shuttle and attacking two separate azure lines of silk onto both of their wings. Then taking the three different lines of powerful silk and attaching them all together.

The fighters both attempted to yank themselves away. However doing so only caused the tensile power of the azure web to rebound viciously, yanking them back closer to the crashing vessel that they had originally shot down as Domina lunged herself at their ship, sinking her claws into the hull and cackling in sheer, impish delight as she shredded through steel and wires, causing the ships systems to malfunction as Dima began to use more silk webbing to seal their ships shut making it impossible to use the ejector seat. Waving at them childishly through the glass before re-shifting her focus above her.

She noticed a couple of Galactic Transport Shuttels carrying troops moving in to land from above as Dimas own shuttle crashed towards the earth. And in that moment a twisted since of revenge came upon the Xeno as she brandished her tendrils and reached out their full length before preforming the same strategy as before, shooting azure ropes of silk at the bottom of its haul and then attaching said ropes of silk to the fighter she had just attached to the crashing shuttle.

"C'mon flyboy! You wanna be a bird then fly into Dimas web!" She barked, lifting a leg and bringing down her hooked, crystallized heel talon down on the fighters wing, cleaving through a good chunk and causing the end of the wing to fall off before jumping up onto the rope she attached to the other shuttle above and swinging along it to reach the vessel carrying troops, trapping them all inside by sealing the drop doors shut. Then using her tendrils to completely shred through the ships wing to send it spiraling as well as the other ships.

Domina had essentially managed to string herself together a collection of fighters and transport vessels all linked together by her extremely strong silk wiring, preventing them from separating and ensuring that all of them shared the same fate as they were dragged down towards the city with the original crashing Mandalorian Transport.

"Ladies & Gentleboys, this will be our Final Destination. Domina hopes you've enjoyed your flight and thank you for choosing Air Prime~" She cooed jokingly through the vent slats of the dropships door teasing the soldiers on the other side as suddenly the blade of a lightsaber came melting through the door, forcing Dima to lean back and giggle devilishly as that glowing blade got caught up on the silk webbing which only strengthened their grip with the intense plasma enhancing them. A godling appeared trapped as well, and that brought a chuckle to her as she looked down at the crashing Mandaloiran Vessel which pulled along two fighters and a Alliance Transport ship along with it.

"And-a here...we...go~" She let go of the ship once they neared the earth, letting herself free fall from the sky for about fifty stories before throwing out her arm just as she neared a MASSIVE STATUE directly hosted in the middle of the City Square just at the foot of the Royal Palaces. Those sharp, azure claws sinking into the bronze-esqe material as she proceeded to slow the force of her fall by dragging her claws through the statues face, through its chin and neck, all the way down its chest before Dimas speeds were good enough for Domina to pull her claws out and fall cleanly to the ground with those tendrils returning into her core, discarding them for now since she was finally at the scene. Brushing down her skirt and inhaling deeply as her fellow Mandalorians all finally touched down one after another on the very steps of the royal palace.

"The hell happened to you?" A squad member asked as the others provided covering fire on the oppositions forces on the ground. Dima giggled in chaotic delight as one of her upper arms lifted, and a clawed finger pointed up at the crashing ship they had all bailed out of previously. The Dropmaster noticed that although the ship was crashing...the fighters that shot them down weren't pulling away or disengaging. In fact, it looked almost awkward seeing them trail each other into the city.... and it was in that moment they realized what Dima had done while she was still up there entertaining herself. "Oh karking chit...Dima what did you do?" They gasped as they watched the collection FOUR ships all proceed to SMASH into the city streets, collide with the sides of buildings and the final transport containing the Galactic Forces she had trapped inside proceeded to be annihilated in a massive explosion after the wreckage of ships all barreled into the side of a building causing immense chaos on the battlefield for those caught within the blast of the massive crash site.

"Pretty cool right? Dima thinks it's pretty metal huh?" She quipped, gesturing at him with her claws forming devil horns as she cackled. Stepping away from the statue she had completely ruined by dragging her claws through it as she twirled her Beskad in her clawed hands.

"Yeah...right...metal, haha. Alright Dima you rip it up out here, don't let ANYONE up these stairs got it?" Dropmaster warned before rounding up the rest of the squad once they were clear to move up, leaving Domina in the square to deal with the assortment of soldiers and Jedi who had arrived to the scene.

"Huh? What? yeah yeah, do the thing and stuff right. Dimas got it mmhm~" She nodded reassuringly while scratching at her scaled neck like some kind of feral animal, not actually really recalling the plan at all as she looked around the City Square and squinted suspiciously about.

Suddenly, there was a flash of a familiar blue saber as a man appeared. His robes bloodied and burned to cinders, covered in ash and the smoke of a crash as the metal of his prosthetic leg showed through his half melted boots.

"C-creature! DEVIL SPAWN!" They roared angrily, Dima quirking a brow as it furrowed in agitation from the names he called out.

She literally looked beside her, then back over her other shoulder as if there was someone behind her before looking back at the limping Jedi who appeared to have crawled out of a wreckage of fire.

"Wha? Who- Dima? Dima ain't do nothin everything was like this when Dima got here~" She barked back innocently as if she had not just caused a series of ships to crash into the city. She had not even noticed that this was one of the people she had trapped inside that crashing transport, the one who stabbed through the door in attempts to rescue his comrades only for his lightsaber to get tangled in her silk.

"Mandalorian i swear i will have your head for what you did!" He cried out, throwing out his hand to summon the power of his god as Dima's eyes dilated, flicking her wrist just as quickly as he lifted his arm and slinging a web from her arm and attaching it to his fist, then yanking him forward as the poor lad stumbled towards her. Igniting his saber to return a slash towards her as Domina cackled and threw her leg up to slash her hooked talons and blade on her feet against the saber, knocking it aside as Domina proceeded to kick him once in the knee, then again with her other leg into his ribs, cracking them under the force and stabbing into his liver with her bladed feet before also lifting her opposite leg again to aim a kick slightly higher to the side of his jaw, completely severing through his face as he gargled and coughed blood.

"Not even on Dimas worst day, little god~" She laughed as he stumbled away in confusion as to what happened. His hand still webbed in silk as he tried to swing his saber again, only for one of Dimas razor sharp lashers to intercept his dazed, pathetic swing, slicing through his wrist and literally severing his hand from his arm.

He stared in horror at his missing hand. His jaw unhinged and hanging off his face like a slab of butchered meat as Dima then swung her body around and lifted that massive tail to SWING it directly into his prosthetic metal leg, completely caving it in as he was unable to really deflect or block the attack. Sending the Jedi godling to the floor as Domina watched him crawl towards the water fountain in the city square where the statue was planted.

She grabbed his other hand with her tail and hoisted him up so his wrist was beside her face. Stroking her chin slightly before poking her claw onto a device on his arm that looked familiar, a button going green as his communications were brought online.

"Ah there we are...ok godling, call for help. This one is certain there are more of you scurrying about somewhere who can GIVE ya a HAND?!" She mused with that little joke, gesturing to his missing hand and winking at him behind her helm, dropping him back against the fountain as she sighed and stretched, taking a seat beside him while gently running her claws through his silky, black hair. Using her silk to patch up the side of his face which was fleshy and bloodied, practically hanging off his face while keeping him alive and barely functioning.

He whimpered, unable to even form true words with half his face hanging off as he just choked and wheezed into the static of his communications. "Grhah, hap...p-p-plas. Hchhelp~" She tried, his tongue partially severed as he weakly went limp against the fountain as Dima continued to run her claws gently along his body.

"Shh shh, you'll be fine. C'mon put some FEELING into it, no one is gonna help you if you don't tell them whats wrong!" She told him before leaning into him to speak into his communicator next. "Little godborn is not looking so good, Domina is thinking someone should help him yes? Such a shame to waste such god-like potential yes? Or is it in your divine design to abandon your blessed blood brothers?" She cooed before chuckling devlishly and pushing her foot into his head to send him slumping over as he slowly bled out onto the battlefield. Propping her legs up, Dima planted her feet up on his arm, waiting beneath the statue on the fountain for the godlings who would come to entertain Prime next.

Welcome to the web, the spider said to the fly~

 

[Dant Zeerno]

SHADOW FALL
~Turn off the lights (again)~

FLYING: KARA | MNV-52 Beviin-class Space Superiority Starfighter
OBJECTIVE: Escort bombing run
ALLIES: Nelliel Kryze | SKULL SQUADRON | Open
OPPOSITIONS: REVENANT SQUADRON | Open
ENGAGING: COME GET SOME
PROXIMITY: Connel Vanagor | Nizhalgal | Yag’Dhul folks​

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YAG’DHUL, CORELLIAN TRADE SPINE, INNER RIM

<What's the difference between a Sith Sorcerer and a Sangnir?> I jest in the comms, as we are flying over Yag'Dhul's orbit, winging alongside the bombing squadron that has been trying to crack open the domed capital city for the past fifteen minutes. The siege has been prolonged due to the unexpected resilience of the city and its inhabitants. Shame, the bombing squadron will crack the nuts open in no time.

<One is a necromancer and the other is a neck romancer!> I answered my own joke, laughing in the comms while I glanced through my cockpit at the very Ver'Alor I'm trying to impress. She hasn't seemed to budge, besides keeping the banter up and clowning me on occasions. Not that I ever expected anything out of it, to be fair, she's a superior and almost a decade older on top of that. It's just a silly crush, everyone my age probably has a thing for an accomplished and fiercely independent older woman.

Truth be told, I've just been enjoying my time in the Skull Squadron, with all the ribbing and special treatments that come with being the youngest. Switchblade just happened to be the one I'm closest to for now, hence my utmost admiration, which I'd obviously never admit to her face. As far as I am concerned, I am Hotshot, the Shooting Star of the Skull Squadron, the youngest graduate of the Bes'kyrade academy and the youngest inductee of Skull Squadron.

As I shall show the whole Enclave and galaxy once again, the prodigy that I am. Eighteen years old, flying, keeping up, and even excelling around the best ace pilots of the whole Mandalorian space, and overall being the superstar of the Bes'kyrade that I am. Ain't it great to be me.

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[Dracken Pryce]

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The Kyprin Renegade hovered off in the Alliance fleet's flank. The Mandalorians had embarrassed the Alliance military at Ryloth sending the initial ground defense scrambling off-world and turning the sector into a hotbed of conflict and bloodshed. They had surprised them and had led the Senate and the people of the Alliance to understand that the Jedi had been right. They flew through unknown hyperlanes across the Outer Rim and up the Rimma only to be wrenched from hyperspace by Alliance interdictors, the Renegade among their number.

"Ava's gonna kill me if I don't come back from this," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his captain's chair. The bridge was eerily silent. Their part had been done and now, so long as they kept the field up, the Mandalorians wouldn't be leaving down their vector. Nor their Imperial allies. That had been a surprise, and he wasn't sure if he welcomed it.

A hologram appeared on his armrest, a Duro man wearing pathfinder gear and bearing a rifle. The ship's VI. He hadn't gotten to know this one as well as his last. The little thing saluted.

"Orders?" Pryce shook his head.

"We're just support. Wouldn't do to have us leave our post and the Mandalorians escape." The Duros grumbled something but nodded and vanished, appearing elsewhere in the ship to help one of the officers with something. The low rumble of turbolasers and anti-starfighter flak boomed through the audio replicators giving them a sense of space in the conflict but he couldn't help but feel relaxed. It had been a long, long time since he sat in this seat.

It felt right.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Mandalorian Armor

Location: Ukatis


Another war. The Galactic Alliance put up a staunch defense, but the Mandalorians being the cunning warriors that they were easily broke through wreaking havoc onto the hapless defenders. Hilal jumped off her ship leaving DVA to take control and began to join the fray, unleashing blaster fire upon the soldiers tearing them apart while she unleashed a missile towards a tank who attempted to shoot her down. The missile collided with the tank reducing it to a flaming cinder which caused Hilal a smirk. "Throwing out the red carpet are ya?" She muttered as she flew deeper into the city.

Hilal's heart fluttered with a mixture of eager anticipation and nervousness. On one hand, it felt wonderful fighting with her people united for the sole purpose of glory and FINALLY taking on the stinking Jedi. Hilal felt that an alliance with the Jedi was dangerous, as they didn't care about anyone but themselves. The Mandalorians allied with the Jedi on Tython and many lost their lives fighting for them. Hilal herself was nearly killed in during the battle of Tython. Memories that Hilal tried so hard to block out had bubbled up yet again and her brain felt like it was about to split in two as she tried to resist the painful event. Yet like an old, aching, scar it continued to gnaw at Hilal's mind

Images of Tython being engulfed in a mixture of shadow and flame, the ground shaking beneath Hilal's feet. Hilal felt her heart pounding furiously, her forehead wet with sweat. Hilal fought against a woman who was older than her but still young. She rode a speeder bike: A variant of the SF-3335. Hilal's HUD identified her as SF-3335 was she a human? A cyborg? It was hard to tell since her HUD was distorted due to the massive Force energy generated. Hilal tried her best, she tried fight SF-3335 but she outmaneuvered Hilal unleashing a torrent of missiles that smashed against Hilal's shoulder. The pain, so much pain..... and it got worse with slug rounds piercing her knees, her torso...... Next thing Hilal remembered was laying on the floor drowning in her own blood..... with DVA in her radio uplink saying: Critical condition, critical condition.......

"Gah!" Hilal shook her head snapping back to reality. She saw her vitals on her HUD. "Blood pressure is rising," Hilal could hardly breathe, her heart felt as if it was about to explode. "STOP! STOP!" Hilal yelled as she landed on the ground attempting to catch her breath.

"You stupid Jedi know how much we sacrificed to help you?" Hilal clenched her fist. "You just couldn't leave us alone?! Could you?!"

It was easier to blame Hilal's nightmares of Tython on the Jedi, they showed no respect for the everything they've done. Hilal slowly got back on her feet and saw three Jedi retreating deeper into the city. One of them was familiar...... "It seems that fate has a sense of humor," Hilal shook her head as she flew high in the air and aimed her concussion Blaster Cannon at Jonyna Si .

"You just keep coming back for more huh?!" Hilal shouted smiling. "You know Jonyna, I'm beginning to think you have a crush on me!"

Ko Vuto , Rayia Si

 

[Zark San Tekka]

DODECAPOLIS
YAG'DHUL
Nizhalgal Connel Vanagor Kostodu Xyston
Atin Tracinya (engaging) Nelliel Kryze Kad Wren

"Senator Nizhalgal."

Master San Tekka's hologram flickered from interference. Stern patrician features gazed through the looking glass of an enviro suit. He had not slept since making planetfall. His experience was invaluable, but it was the spirit of the native givin and the blood of Alliance troopers that were truly responsible for preventing the mandalorians from swiftly conquering this world.

"Ground sensors detect more incoming starfighters," he informed Yag'Dhul's civilian representative, "Looks like another bombing run. My instincts warn me there will be an attack. Knight Vanagor is clearing the streets, so your people know to seek shelter."

Out here beyond the city dome it was eerily quiet. Marines rushed back and forth preparing defenses, yet Zark could only hear his own breathing over the crackle of comlink static. Unease threatened his calm. Padawan Xyston was also outside the dome on a scouting mission. It should have been safe enough but now he feared the mandalorian advance had begun under cover of night.

An incoming rocket blast sent wounded marines flying. Shrapnel compromised others' oxygen. Behind him a heavy repeating blaster opened up. Lasers strong enough to knock a warrior in beskar out of the sky lit up the eerie night. Zark could just glimpse familiar helms silhouetted by all the smoke and weapons fire.

Blue plasma set the void on fire. Twin exhausts formed a crossguard that singed the thermal shielding of his enviro suit's gloves. Trusting the Force to guide his hands, the Jedi Master deflected several incoming blasts on instinct.

 

[Anna Carden]

Location: Enclave Headquarters

She really wanted to join Atin Tracinya in the assault on Yag'Dhul, but direct combat isn't her strongest suit and her Mandalorian brothers and sisters needed her somewhere else. "Hey," It goes without saying that in their line of work as bounty hunters, they face deadly threats every day. But tonight seems... different. The huntress didn't know why. "Just don't die while I'm not there, okay?" Patting him on the back, she dons her helmet, before boarding the dropship. "Oya'karir."

To Ukatis.

Location: Capital City of Ukatis, High Ground
Engaging: Amani Serys BB-610

Met with unexpected resistance, the Capital of Ukatis quickly turned into a battlefield. The number of the defending forces didn't add up... Which can only mean someone indeed leaked their plan to the Galactic Alliance. They'll deal with it later, the important thing now is to assist her fellows to execute the original plan as closely as possible.

Green light. Anna jumped off the dropship and dived below, using as little thrust as possible to conceal herself with the shroud of the night. Not that the thousands of explosions and lasers raging through the planet left any dark spot to hide, anyway. Eyeing a high-rise building, the Red Raven decided to make it her nest, crashing through the window.

Floor's empty, good.

"This is Anna. Successfully touched down." She announced to the secure comms. Countless more reports came in, most Mandalorians have already pushed through. Although no response yet from Hilal Vizsla . "Hilal, you there?" No sight of her signature Mandalorian Armor. Is she occupied somewhere else outside the capital? No matter, the engineer can probably take care of whatever that is. Anna turned to the window looking down, equipping her sniper rifle.

Target acquisition was very hard in the middle of the night even with the help of optics and thermal vision. But she can always take her time...

"One," Sniper bolt to the knee. That guy ought to retire after this. "That's two." Pierced a shoulder, the shock alone could make anyone unconscious. Slowly but surely, helping to open the path toward the palace. Just hope that no one discovers her position soon...