Bucketheads vs. Trash Pandas [Mandalorian Empire Invasion of Coalition-Controlled Utapau (Hex 53-N)]

[Vilaz Munin]

We have brought justice and vengeance to Mandalore, but we are still broken. We must rebuild our mother and our people. We will not pay; we will not barter; we will not negotiate. We will fight and take what is ours.​

For Clan! For Family!​

For Mandalore!​

Theme​

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In the wake of Ra’s succession as Sole Ruler of the Mandalorians once again and the defeat of Mia Monroe and her insurgents, the sons and daughters of Mandalore realized despite their vengeful victory that they were battered. Mandalore was in ruins and far from the glory days when she and her children were at their prime. But unlike most societies and civilizations, the Mandalorians always survived. They always have. They were strong and unyielding as the beskar that flew in the veins of their home and mother. A statement that was true since the beginning of their culture. They had been beaten and humbled by the likes of the Jedi, Republic, Sith, and others that crossed the Mandalorians in the past; however, no matter how badly defeated they were, Mando’ade always survived.

Because ideas​

cannot​

be​

destroyed.​

But they can certainly destroy you.​

Without hesitation, Mand’alor the Undying and his trusted warriors came together, and planned and coordinated what to do in their situation. A quick resolution was made without filibuster or needless debate. Unlike their past predecessors, with democracy and the Alor’e council halting them with what must be done. No, they would return to their primal roots and indiscriminately unleash wrath on the Galaxy. No more would they agree to the terms of the aruetiise; no more would they be pretenders of bantha in a herd; no more would apathy and stagnation cursed by Arasuum chain them down forever.

No, they would become Mandalorian and be blessed by Kad Ha’rangir.​

As it was their life and duty.​

Utapau. ​

To protect the mother Manda’yaim, the Mandalorians would take Kyber Crystals from Utapau and build defences. The ravagement of Manda’yaim would never happen again. As long as they continued the path led by Ra, they would be glorious. Either by the reconstruction of their decimated home world, or by their place at the ranks of the honorable dead, who held the line in Manda.

The Beskad, led by Vilaz Munin and Ra’s Ward [member="Yasha Mantis"], would attack Pau City and leave nothing but fire and destruction behind their footsteps. With the Beviin, at the command of [member="Aryn"] and [member="Preliat Mantis"], they wagered to steal the Kyber Crystals from the mines and rob as much values as they could. Ideally, the Beskad would draw most of the attention from the enemy so that the Beviin wouldn’t have to deal with many obstacles in their path.

Jumping out of hyperspace was a single Rekr Dreadnought with Vilaz and a band of Mandalorian Warriors prepared and ready for what was what to come. The Akaan stood at the command bridge with several brothers and sisters behind him, with the others at their stations. The Concordian’s helmet was off and cradled in his right arm as he stared at the sphere of Utapau, wondering if the young Yasha and her team of infiltrators aboard a Orar’uliik were fulfilling their part of the mission as they were the first ones to enter the Utapau system. The Warlord turned around to see his kin that stood before him.

“I am both honored and grateful for you to be at my side, my siblings. Your loyalty, valor, and dedication will never be forgotten. Mandalore will remember; your descendants will remember; and our ancestors that have earned their right in the Manda will remember. For too long we’ve been thought as nothing by the Galaxy. It has doubted us and laughed at us.

But no more,”​

Men and women began beating their chest plate in a harmonious rhythm​

“no more will we allow this humiliation to continue,”​

and it became louder​

“no more will we hold back,”​

stronger​

“for we are Mandalorian,”​

violent​

“and we will show the Galaxy what it means to be Mandalorian,”​

as if a tamed, domesticated beast unleashed itself and returned to its proud, original self.​

Vilaz placed his helmet upon him and looked at his people, continuing the music,​

“The name Mandalore will send fear into the heart of these aruetiise!”​

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And the whole vessel could be heard with warriors roaring, yearning for the glory that awaited them on Utapau.​

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OOC:

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[Jorus Merrill]

OOC/ Posting this on behalf of [member="Bryce Bantam"]

IC/

Utapau, desert planet. Home to sinkhole cities, ancient forges, and Kyber. It has been some time since the world had a reason to be happy, not since the ancient times, or more recently the first Techno Union. Today saw the return of familiar shapes in the skies above. The citizens of Utapau rejoiced at the sight of the Storm fleet, just back from its’ tangle with the Galactic Empire on Dagobah. Having stopped over to make some much needed repairs Commodore Lendus Kahn and his officers were here to honor the terms of the Treaty of Veradune and hand over the mothballed droid factory to the people to Utapau. An ancient forge was about to be reopened and with it jobs, and prestige would begin to return to the world.

A delegation of CIS officers and engineers were being shuttled down to one of the upper pads of Pau City where Grand Marshall [member="Dax Fyre"], and other dignitaries of the Outer Rim waited and prepared to finalize plans to bring a quarantined forge back to life.

It was at this time, located in a nearby suburb of Pau City Marshal Bryce Bantam waited for a secret delegation within a secluded shadowport. [member="Ara Zambrano"] had opened communications to begin negotiations for the release of Underground agents recently captured while investigating First Order slavery within ORC borders.

As the celebration of the new grand re-opening was about to begin few knew what hung in the skies above. Upon reaching Utapau a single Inquisition Gunship broke away from formation having completed the escort mission. The story of loss and tragedy trails close to infamous Queen of Ancora as both Sanya and Ayhia now make their way to the world below. They descend into one of the large landing pads of Pau city and little did they realize who lurking not far behind. Her pursuer, [member="Darth Carnifex"], like a shadow now stalked the his long awaited prey. The very one who killed the man she called a father for all these years now looked to finish his work with the line of Swift.

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While all this went on, Joza Perl was busy leading a mission of exploration to the Utapau crystal caves. With talk of a new mineshaft being set up the Coalition had decided to send a group to help oversee the installation of safety measures designed to ease recovery of and safety for those gathering crystal within the mines. With so many civilians moving about to and from the caves, it is imperative that the Coalition forces protect them from falling rocks, cave beasts and…surprises.

As life in the coalition territories continued as normal, forces amassed at the edges waiting for the order to strike. For a long time the Outer Rim’s influence had been a safe one, but that Mandalorians would soon be content to stomp on that ideal. Nowhere is truly safe and it was only a matter of time. War was coming to Utapau, and the fate of many now hung in the balance.

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The assault came without warning; Utapau was at the very edge, the safest edge, of Coalition space. The first indication of the Mandalorian presence was the Rekr-class dreadnought's decant from hyperspace. Interstellar alarms went off, calls went out, and two squadrons of simple patrol fighters angled toward the warship...

<Unidentified vessel, state your purpose and allegiance>>

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

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"Cap, I hate to wake you, but you're gonna wanna see this..."​

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[member="Hylocereus"] [member="Caspian Rekali"]​

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Gear:

Spoiler

Lightsabers
Robes

“This is Sanya Val Swift, we are breaking away from fleet. Good luck and we’ll meet you at the Restaurant after your big meetings okay.” She said sending the ship into a wide roll as it moved and pulled away burning at full speed. “You might wanna strap in beautiful.” Sanya said with a light smirk on her lips. This was a ship she was very comfortable with and knew its uttermost limits as well as how to push those limits. Although as they began to enter the atmosphere she pulled back to have a controlled descent.

A part of her wanted to do her normal risky entry coming in at breakneck speeds and pulling up at the last moment, but now she had to think about the babies that was in the oven so to speak. “It’s been a long time since I have been here. It was back when I had my first student. We came here to get supplies and well we was lured into a trap. Saw the kid come to close to the darkside when we faced that sith it made me think hard that I wasn’t the best one to train him. Still we both made it out and well he couldn't face me after that and ran off. Think he thought he had failed me or something. I never got the opportunity to set him on the right path.”

“I will say though. I hope I don't make the same mistakes. Our children deserve the best and I wanna give that to them, and you.” Sanya reached over taking hold of Ayhia’s hand and kissing it quickly before letting go. “Pau City, This Is Queen Sanya Val Swift of Ancora. Requesting a pad to land.” She said into the com’s. It took a moment no doubt they were checking her iff’s to see if it matched her claims. “Landing pad six on floor Forty two is open for you. Welcome to Pau City… Miss Val swift.” The Deep voice said granting her clearance. “One good thing perk you will like about been a queen Ayhia… you will get priority landing.” She said remembering Ayhia didn’t like the thought of queen and even didn’t like been called one. Even if the woman wasn’t yet one.

The ship soon settled onto the pad, they were far enough down that the sunlight didn’t hit the pad. Although noon would be soon upon them and then the temperature in the city would rise been a sun trap and all. There was a long sustained hiss from the back of the gunship as its ramp opened up. Sanya took a moment to turn everything off before unbuckling her harness to stand up. As she moved around her seat the Feline woman would take the Robe off the back of her seat and put it on as she lead the way off the ship. Sanya waited at the bottom of the ramp for a second for Ayhia to join her and held her and out for her partner the hold.

“So we have a while, where to first? We could look around some of the shops that sell baby stuff? That reminds me that we will need to convert one of the rooms back home. I might have my training room moved to one of the lower floors. Getting the sand out of that room would be a pain in the butt, but its the only room with neutral colours on the wall and is a decent size.” She said as they began walking. Her eyes would look towards the group of three people pulling a fuel hose up to Sanya’s ship. “After it’s cleared out we can decorate it ourselves, before you get to big that is.” She’d giggle a little after with a warming smile.

Spoiler

[member="Ayhia Katar"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #1
Allies: [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Mishel Noren"] and other scoundrels with the good hair
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] and the bucket boys

A great while ago, Utapau had seen war. Even the remote words of the Outer Rim could be made targets of aggression whether it be for resources, territorial gain or simply to send a message. The desert planet was taken under the protection of the Outer Rim Coalition where life remained relatively peaceful and unhindered. The Coalition was not interested in ruling over civilians or enforcing a code of law.

A Zeltron woman stood within one of the planet’s many caves, armored form bathed in the soft luminescent glow of kyber crystals lining the walls and ceiling. She was not here to hunt for one that spoke to her, the day for that had passed more than a decade ago. Like many before her she’d made the pilgrimage to Ilum to collect a crystal for her lightsaber and face the inevitable hallucinations that would follow. Joza had been a Jedi Padawan then, an identity that she’d drifted from but was ultimately a firm part of her roots.

A mine shaft was being installed in one of the caves previously thought to be too dangerous to traverse. Joza was heading a task force composed of Coalition members, forcers and non-forcers alike to help protect the civilians involved in the project. They’d come to befriend the natives over the past few weeks, admiring the engineering of the Sugi as they worked quickly to install the necessary components. The development was going well, parts of it finished enough for Utai and Pau’an crystal hunters alike to harvest at the shallower parts of the cave without much worry.

There had been a handful of bumps and bruises along the way—mining was tricky business and they’d already had a run-in with some of the local cave fauna. Luckily there had been no serious injuries, only one apprentice tossed against the wall from an angry beast. He’d been fine after some attention from the healers and relieved from his post until further notice. All in all, things were going pretty well.

Joza bit into a ration bar while keeping an eye on the tall willowy forms of the Pau’ans as they gently worked the crystal from the walls of the cave. She was not the only one with a cautious gaze on the natives, ready to jump in should something give way.

 

[Not Ordo]

LOCATION: UTAPAU ORBIT
OBJECTIVE: STUFF
ENEMIES: PEOPLE
ALLIES: SELF
EQUIPMENT: Ordo-Class Frigate "One"


The ship dropped from hyperspace as the crews prepared for the one thing they knew, War. It was a religious experience for some for Kal it was just his life. His cold amber eyes watched from behind his visor as the crew members moved about their duties. There was little good in telling them what to do. They knew their business well enough and Kal trusted themm to do their duties without being told just how it needed to be done.

The ship didn't wait for orders from some grand leader and Kal didn't waste their time with some grand speach. No grand declarations of greater purpose or fiery words of inspiration. They were clan Ordo, and they needed no purpose beyond war, and they needed no inspiration beyond an enemy, such was their way. Such had always been their way.

"Bring us in and open fire." He said as he stood with arms crossed in the center of the bridge, a cold unmoving stone in the stream of activity.

"Open fire on which target, Kal?" the Captain of the boat asked.

"Any of them that are moving." Came the cold reply.

And with that and nothing else they began heading toward the world and soon the atmosphere below.

 

[Zef Halo]

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KYBER CRYSTAL CAVES
UTAPAU

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While the Zeltron Jedi he'd met a week ago right here on Utapau stood and observed munching on something, Ember found work on a power converter that had gone faulty. He'd been uncomfortably semi-lying on the cave's floor rummaging through various circuitry in the converter and ending each search for an answer with a scratch of the back of his head.

This was supposed to be a simple fix.

How hard could fixing a power converter be? Besides, Ember was supposedly an electronics specialist. One who has having a hard time dealing with a simple power converter not working right.

He glanced sideways accidentally while putting his hand in the converter, only to realize his own stupidity.

A self-rechargeable capacitor stood blankly and powerless a few feet away. The converter was fine. He just needed to find one of these roaming power droids around to give it a charge and get the stationary long-range comms they were installing working.


[member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

LOCATION: UTAPAU ATMOSPHERE
OJECTIVE: MORE STUFF
ENEMIES: Fandos
ALLIES: Trash Panda Numba Wan
EQUIPMENT: Peregrine-Class Pew Pew Ship "Trick Shot"

Vaudin sat in his chair in the galley of the newly minted ship. The ship still had its 'New Ship' smell, which meant it hadn't started leaking coolant like a proper ship yet, but he was sure it would break loose somewhere soon enough. He paused with his cup of caff halfway to his lips when a warning klaxon began its whinging blare and forced Vaudin to...finish drinking his caff before heading to the bridge.

"Multiple contacts, Vaud." The XO of the ship said casually to the Iktotchi as he strolled on board. "Probably some dim witted pirates lost their way."

Vaudin studied the read outs and recognized at least one ship class as one he had seen more than enough to know exactly where it came from.

"Nope, not pirates." Vaudin said standing beside the sensor suite, "Dim witted but not pirates. That's a Mandalorian ship. Ordo-Class, I'd know it's ugly lines anywhere."

"Mandalorians?" The XO asked, humans tended toward confusion, poor souls. "What the kark are Mandalorians doing out here?"

"Smelling bad in heavy cans." Vaudin said calmly, "What else do they do?" He didn't wait for a reply.

"Bring us about and order crew to battle stations. Move to intercept that ship. Try pinging them, auditory only, they might not read good like us."

The ship began moving as crews ran to man firing stations and shields were brought online. It was time to earn his keep he supposed, and just when they got some good caff in too.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Pau City
Ground Level
Allies: ORC & Wounded

Orn knelt at the water's edge, his long branch-like fingers teasing the water. A small group of fish had come to the surface to take bits of the small morsels of fruit he was providing for them. The tree-like Neti continued to loom over the small pond, his robes gathered around him. Normally the Jedi didn't care much for wearing the traditional robes, preferring to blend in with the natural world around him without such needlessness but the skin-folk had a preference for clothes. They preferred others to wear them, regardless of species. Always had for as long as he could remember.

The Force twitched dark and grim. "Run along now little ones. A storm is coming." His voice deep and slow, droning out over several seconds. Several small water bugs skimmed away and the colorful fish he had been feeding dove deep into the lake. The peaceful serenity that surrounded the Jedi seemed to leave as the portents of war and death flowed across the planet.

Orn held his hand aloft, branches and vines sprouting from his wrist and forming into a two meter long staff of hard gnarled wood stained a deep reddish color. With a grunt the aging Neti stuck the staff into the ground and rose to his feet slowly, the sound of wood cracking joining his stiff movements.

Old branches are not what they used to be, he mused silently as the rather tall tree-like being began to stride towards the cliffs and the city that was built into the rock. These young ones, always so desperate to kill one another, so unaware at just how short and precious their lives were. Using the staff as a walking stick the slow lumbering steps became smoother and less jerky with each step, his back straightening and tall frame adjusting back to walking.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Post 1
Allies: [member="Ember Farseer"], @Mischel Noren, [member="Joza Perl"]

Kaia Starchaser was a bit grumbly. First of all, she was on a planet. And well, that was it. She was a Starchaser, she needed to be in space. But now? No, she was doing the thing of helping other people. The dark haired Jedi Knight wanted to prove her worth here and was helping with the construction of mines. Of course, she was starting to feel alienated from the Jedi. The dark haired girl was a Warden of the Sky through and through and she was here to help expand her own boundaries. Plus, working with the Grey Paladins? Well, that was much more useful on the ground.

On her hips she had a pair of Emissary pistols, and her lightsaber was linked to her armor on the small of her back. Her Nighthawk armor was her chosen armor for the day, even if she may not need it. She didn’t trust anything on the ground. Space was so much more… empty, and quiet. Following Master Perl into the depths, she was waiting for something bigger than the fauna to jump out.

“There aren’t like… pirates down here, right?” She wasn’t sure what to expect being underground. She grabbed at the warden cloak that was around her. It was so not a security blanket, nope.

She did like all the crystals down here, though. Pretty.

 

[Ayhia Katar]

Ayhia didn't was not really paying much attention, she had a huge list of stupid rule she would have follow from now on, none of which she would. But that didn't stop her from learning them, Sanya's chamberlain had demanded that Ayhia learn all of them, so that "You can quote them and still disregard them completely like your wife.". The comment itself had made her laugh, Sanya was more warrior then queen but was more queen than Ayhia would ever be. Ayhia looked up when Sanya started talking about her past with the child, simply nodding in response. She had learned not to tell her story's, for her story's never had happy endings, most often ended up with someone dying a bad death. She frowned as she turned back to the tablet in her hands, she was not a good person, she had committed evil to serve good. She wondered if she had even been closer to the dark-side then when she had left the Jedi order. She knew the answer was no, while she committed acts that many would consider evil, she always managed to maintain neutrality.​

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Ayhia flinched as Sanya grabbed her hand and kissed it, she had been lost in thought again. She looked at Sanya and nodded, "The children do yes..." She left out herself, she didn't feel that she did deserve much. Sanya didn't really know a lot of Ayhia's past and she wanted to keep it that way, but that didn't mean it didn't weigh heavy on her. Ayhia was about to look away when Sanya again made a comment about her being a queen. "You do realize that i don't usually ask for clearance in my line of work right? A line of work I'm not gonna give up..." Ayhia sat quietly as they landed only standing when Sanya did. She wore a simply jump suit that didn't have much protection, but didn't feel she would need it. Sanya went on another rant about the child causing Ayhia to roll her eyes, she was way excited for the children. Ayhia was too but not nearly as it would impede her ability to do what she did best... War. "what ever you think best hun." Ayhia felt something off... a feeling... she stopped for a second and looked to the heavens. "Hmm..." Unfortnatly for her she was not skilled at reading these feelings and disregarded it almost entirely... almost. "hang on I gonna get my rifle and other stuff." She ran back up the ramp and grabbed her lightsaber and rifle, then returned to Sanya's side, ready for a day of pointless frivolity.​

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OCC: Gear list​

Rifle​

Lightsaber​

Standard configuration heavy slug revolver​

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Utapau Atmo
Allies: [member="Jackson Singh"], ORC
Enemies: [member="Kal Ordo"], MANDOS APPARENTLY!

"Look, if ya would jes' tell me where we're goin' it'd be a lot easier s'all I'm sayin'."

Tryp was piloting her ship toward the coordinates Jack had given her. She was relaxed in the seat, Jack sprawled in the co-pilot's seat. They could have taken his ship, but for some reason that he wouldn't elaborate on, it should be hers. It was their first 'date' (not counting Holo n' Chill), and she was side eyeing him in a friendly, amused type manner as they skipped across the clouds.

"Dis better be 'low key' like we agreed on," she commented with a smirk. "Den again, dees coords're puttin' us in da middle a nowhere. Jes' what ya got up yer sleeve, Jack?"

It was a surprise he'd said, and she knew him well enough to not be alarmed by that, but not well enough to let it settle fully and just go along with it without comment.

"If'n I told ya I 'ated surprises would ya tell me what it was?" She joked, glancing over at him and-

The sensors array started to scream.

"What th-"

Tryp's ship was a basic transport. Little shielding, no weapons to speak of. Wasn't even a particularly fast ship, especially in high atmo. So when Kal Ordo's ship opened fire on anything that moved, they would find it very easy pickings.

"Buckleupnow!"

Tryp's hands flew across the controls, pulling up the (frankly pitiful) shielding all to the rear right before the first blast hit. The entire ship shuddered as she fought with the controls to keep them on a straight course. Dark eyes glanced at the read outs only to see the shield already down to 15% with just that one hit. This wasn't a combat model anything and in that moment, the console beeping frantically at them as another shot came slicing through the empty air, Tryp's blood turned to ice.

She yanked on the controls, shifting course- enough to avoid a direct hit but only just. The ship bucked, throwing her out of her own seat, face smashing into the control panel but she hung on grimly as red lights flashed all across her field of vision. Red, not visual illusions from smacking her head. Port engine down, port stabilizers down, shields, gone.

The ship started to spin and it wasn't a question of them going down, merely of how hard.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: On the streets
Objective: Have a little fun, teach a lesson or two in humility
Equipment: Nice hat, a few thermal detonators, a big gourd, some brawling gloves, and a whole lot of whimsy. Also, the gourd is filled with tea.



Vorhi smirked a little, sipping some tea from a glass. He could sense it, in his heart. War came to Utapau. Such was the price of their prosperity, to be met with raiders, and bandit,s and looters. Hell, on certain days, he was one of them. However, today was a different day. Destiny was calling to war, and war required champions. So it was. The deadn and the living spoke. Some of them would suit to flitting about the sky, but some would make landfall. And it was up to him to soften the blow, he supposed. Or better, to break their fall. He smiled, standing up and lacing his gauntlets quietly. "Tiem for you to leave," he admonsihed the man sitting beside him. "You don't wish to stick aroudn for what's next. It'll be.....messy."


"As you wish, grandmaster," the acolyte said. "Do your best, sir."


"I like to," he said with a laugh. He began walking down the street. Soon, he'd find something worth a good fight. A nice, strong tussle was what he needed--helped get the blood roaring.


[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8Elaz06Gyw[/youtube]


"So then, let us begin the fest of the eight drunken Gods," the blind monk said with a laugh, walking down the street cheerily, hands behind his back, hidden in robes, mayhem and movement following in each step.

 

[Dax Perl]

LOCATION: Pau City, Upper Landing Pads, Pad 41
ALLIES: ORC Personnel
ENEMIES: Bucketheads

Dax Fyre, Grand Marshall, Rogue Master, Omega War Veteran, Dual Emperor of Won Shasot. Yes, Dax was many things. But a politician and negotiator, he was not. And yet, there he stood, in the open air of Pau City, waiting to receive the Confederate delegation, with whom he'd be discussing the closing details of reopening the old droid factory. Whoever had decided he should be the one to do this was clearly off his rocker. The Marshall 'negotiated' with saber and slugthrower, not words...well not well at least, usually the latter led to the former anyways. At least that wouldn't be the case here. The Coalition and the CIS didn't have any reason to go to battle against each other. Maybe after this all ended, Dax would be able to add negotiator to his ever growing list of names.

So there the Marshall stood, staring up into the open sky as the CIS delegation made its way from orbit, taking a deep breath of the fresh air, a commodity that was of dire need in space. Beside him stood Halzyn, the soldier who had fought alongside Dax since the Shiva IV conflict. The two had been through thick and thin, and honestly, the soldier tended to have a more level head than the Rogue. The CIS vessel could finally be seen as it zipped through the sky towards the landing pad, guided by two escort vessels. Just as the ship touched down, hydraulics hissing, steam billowing around it chatter began to come over the comms, causing the Rogue and the Soldier to look at each other for a brief moment.

'Pirates?' the Soldier's gaze seem to say.

Dax's own mental response, 'I don't know...but I don't like it.'

 

[Dax Perl]

*IGNORE, DOUBLE POST*

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Allies: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH (also [member="Tryp West"])
Enemies: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

"Look 'er, ya menace, I ain't tellin' ya-"

The ship started screeching and bathing them in infernal red lights in an universal sign that shet just got feth'ed up. Jack didn't need to be an ace pilot with twenty years of experience behind his belt to know that from one moment to the next... everything decided to kark them right up the creek.

From there instinct took over-

Hand went to his belt, zipped him up, locked the crash-webbing tight. While she struggled with the controls he did his best to do the same for her, she had already bounced her head once against the controls... second time wouldn't be good. "Buckled up!" Jack shouted against his rising panic. The plastic shards of her goggles had gone everywhere.

There was blood.

Feth.

The sharp turn causing something in his stomach to be yanked to the side as well. Feth, feth. For a moment Jack tried to calm her nerves, but then he realized something interesting. She had none.

"Are ya a'machine??" Jack shouted again, this time against the wind, "Cus if ya'r-"

They crashed.

Colliding hard and everything went white, black, grey, void.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Location: Deep Space
Objective: Crystal Caves
Enemies: ORC & ORC Allies
Allies: Mandalorian Empire and Sith Empire
Engaging: No one

Spoiler: Equipment

• DT-29 heavy plaster pistols x 2
• Nadir E-Series Sniper Rifle x 1
• Nadir E-Series Handcannon x 1
• Forcebreaker Grenades x 2
• Thermal Detonators x 2
• Cin'tracinya - the Silver Flame (Beskar'gam) x 1
• Nadir E-Series Armour Underlay x 1
• Stealth Field Generatorhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Stealth_field_generator x 1[SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
• SG-1001 "Vishnu" Military Shield x 1

Spoiler: Accompanying Unit(s)

The Strix

The interior of the SIV-X2 (one of five) was silent, more silent than the void beyond her hull, which had begun to sound with the messages of inquiry and alarm at the arrival of the Mandalorian Empire. Dha Werda Verda had been sung, the pre-hunt rituals completed. Now all that mattered was to begin the hunt, and for this hunt, the tip of the arrow would fly fast indeed.

"You are cleared for drop, Strix-actual. Good hunting."

Shia braced herself against the narrow chair that confined her and her beskar'gam, tightening all the muscles in her extremities to force blood through to her core body. It looked back when the alor blacked out, after all.

"Oya!" She replied down the comm-link, then flipped all the comm-system to inactive, triggering the auto-silence on all five of the SIV-X2's.

Then a pressure that resembled the force of a God itself slammed down onto her body as the internal launchers catapulted the drop pods out of the back at a tremendous speed, her vision turned to red, then to grey - icons in the top right representing the rest of the Strix - her hunting partners, her family, her clan - began to turn from green, to amber, to red as individuals passed out. The pressure suddenly lessened, but not by much - the internal engines powering the drop pods forward at an ever mounting speed as they hurtled towards their target through the big black.

Seconds passed, then minutes.

She triggered the auto-synch on the pods, receiving an update from all five units and aligning them towards their target - not within the Crystal Caverns themselves, that would be madness - but on a comfortably positioned overlook for the exterior of the mines. All five units reported sych on their coordinates, thrusters firing by tiny amounts to change their heading. Then she triggered the auto-med injectors on those still unconcious.

"Wake up, you wouldn't want to miss it when we penetrate any planetary shield they have..." She commented cheerfully to the groans of pain.

Everything now was in the lap of the Gods and the hands of chance. The five pods flew, spaced loosely in an arrowhead formation that mirrored their intended purpose, towards the upper planetary atmosphere at speeds that anything but a drophead or a Mandalorian would consider insane. Their stealth systems fully active and their penetrator fields armed.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Allies: [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] Apparently
Enemies: Aryn Spar and whomever it may concern

When Damian was in his suit he wished he was out of it and now that he was wearing a simple explorers jacket, he wanted nothing else than to be in that damnable suit. He had worn the suit for so long now that it felt like an extension of himself, something he never thought would happen. Still it was good to get out and do some good that wasn't gallivanting around the galaxy like a loose cannon on deck. At least that is what everyone told him, personally he thought a single charity gala was enough.

Damian checked his chrono for a moment taking a quick scan of the room to account for the workers. Lifeform scanners showed everyone where they were supposed to be. Leaning on his umbrella he imagined he looked rather ridiculous. It wasn't going to rain in a cave and while a stylish black umbrella went with any type of dress it suited the rugged armored jacket and clothing less than a suit and tie, yet the workers didn't seem to care. Why would they? He was just a strange offworlder here to see to their safety who liked to lean against an umbrella.

How did Damian even get roped into this? Oh yeah. Joza. He'd have to stab her with the biggest toothpick when this was done. At least he had the company of the most rebellious of his Stachaser cousins, although Kaia looked incredibly uncomfortable within the caves. "You'd think cave was close enough to space ship for you to ease up a little," he said picking up his umbrella and poking her. Wait! The Umbrella was the biggest toothpick of all. Leaning over he approached Joza prepared to poke her in revenge for previous food pick related slights...

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Utapau's atmosphere
Objective: Patrolling Utapau's skies
Allies: ORC [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]
Enemies: Mandalorians

"The interstellar alarms are sounded, captain!" the flight controller warned, with a tone of distress in its voice. "Unidentified allegiance"

"Load ion torpedoes on all craft in my personal squadron: Ornfra, Tastidian and other squadron leaders can load different ordnance at their discretion. All squadrons, weapons tight"

Even though Janick was, since her very beginnings as an alchemist, established in the Utapau system, rarely did she even have to be flying fighter sorties on Utapau. As interstellar alarms went off, protocol was in place, for the first warning due to an unidentified ship, the protocol called for loading ion torpedoes. Griet, her executive officer, Wololo, the chaplain assigned to her command, and nine other pilots assigned to her personal squadron; the other four squadrons that normally made up the Verdict's fighter complement were rotated out of the ship, and garrisoned on Utapau. For weeks after Dagobah, she feels uneasy about the very betrayal of the Mandalorians; she couldn't help but imagine the possible signatures and, if hostile, the potential attackers: Mandos, Sith, First Order, Galactic Empire, each of which would have different approaches to combat them. Even though the First Order and the Galactic Empire are the most likely attackers, what if the Mandos actually are headed for us? Sith and Imperials dogfight largely the same, First Order is fairly similar, but Mando dogfighting is another bag of beans, she thought, while having visions flashing of the Mandos firing at the Alliance forward command base on Dagobah, even though she was still fighting off Thrael and Fabian at that point. She was still unsure of who could actually go out there and attack Utapau, and, if so, what the enemy objectives are. Once everybody is seated, Janick opens a channel to her squadron while they wait for the loading of the ion torpedoes to be finalized:

"Pilots! If there actually are hostiles, no matter who is the attacker, show no mercy to the attackers; if Mandalorians are the attackers, no prisoners, and kill their ysalamiri if you have to! These bucket-heads betrayed us on Dagobah!" Janick shouted, as vehemently as possible, loudly enough to be heard by all the ground crew responsible for refueling and reloading ordnance assigned to her squadron.

"I'm the only other one here for whom ysalamiri might be a concern. Besides, Alchemist Actual, you may have realized it, but I pilot largely the same, with or without the Force, and it's likely to be the case for you, too" Griet retorted.

"Act as you have acted on Dagobah, and victory is assured. Posterity will remember you as the heroes who fought and won in the great battle of Utapau!"

"All clear: all craft are refueled and rearmed" the chief ordnance handler signaled.

Once the chief ordnance handler signaled that all craft were refueled and rearmed, the scene turned sour soon after takeoff: all twelve fighters, laden with sixteen ion torpedoes apiece, lurched away from the landing pad, while being mindful of the sinkhole that was Pau City, and hence not flying in there at full throttle inside a sinkhole. In fact, she had yet more visions of her making the Pellaeon suffer damage from the Trench-Run Disease (and its subsequent retreat, after the Incandescent Truth sacrificed itself by ramming it on the opposite side) flashing in her mind, and the implications for one's speed in the dogfighting equivalent of a close-quarters battle. What's happening? Why do I keep having those visions? My mind can't be everywhere at once! she was complaining, as her mind became increasingly cluttered as the more vivid details about that attack run surfaced while her squadron climbed out of the sinkhole, fast enough to avoid falling but just slow enough to be on a course to avoid the sinkhole's walls since the craft did not fly straight-up vertically. She then saw, moments after takeoff, after she gained some altitude while not being yet clear of the sinkhole, a ship plummeting towards the atmosphere, but it would be a while until her squadron could come within range of whoever attacked that ship. For now she would simply be escorting the failing ship, with sensor feeds still trying to determine what object initiated the attack.

Spoiler: Fighters

12 Alakaha-class elite fighters

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Utapau Orbit
Allies: Bucketheads, Team Bevin, [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Shia Kryze"], the rest of Bevin
Enemies: Trash Pandas
Engaging: [member="Connory"] eventually

War, war was finally here.

Not taking sides in someone else's conflict, not a just simple raid, this was to be the start of war. Would they plunder and steal? Sure, but this act was as close as they'd get to a formal declaration. Silas' hands beat his chest in harmony with his brothers and sisters, ancient chants ringing out among their ranks, their volume swelling higher and higher, ferocity radiating from the warriors of Mandalore. All around him the cried out for war, to bring back prosperity to Mandalore, their fury ignited by [member="Vilaz Munin"]'s speech. They would remind the galaxy of what they were, of why they were to be feared.

Silas mind was for once nowhere but exactly where he was, not thinking to past guilt, not questioning the things he did, he was here with his ori'vod, and all his brothers and sisters in arms, his family.

His ensemble of weapons hung off of him, an MF-44, not one but two Westar-35's, his usual compliment of blades, and his own two hands. He would tear apart any and everyone who stood in their way, one way or another..

Tracing across his face Silas adorned himself with war paint like so many others before sliding his helmet on over his head, and drawing the pelt hood over the bucket. The time of action was upon them, all he had to do was be patient a bit longer.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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ALLIES:
[member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]

OPPONENTS:
[member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] (?)


OBJECTIVES:
Serve and Protect (Don't Burn the Caves)

If someone had told Mishel she would be here, in some cave - protecting... "Listen when they told me you people were whispy-like, I didn't mean... Hey!" The young girl turned and looked at the person. "Listen here Palpatine's Backscratcher I'll have you know that I am not twelve." Dressed in a red leather jacket with the black and white faded First Order symbol, crisscrossed holsters one that held a little slugthrower pistol and the other her lightsaber. A pneumatic cannon that was already preloaded and had its own unique ammunition taped to it, the cannon was slung across her shoulder and fit against her back. The teenager hadn't been long in the Outer Rim Coalition, but long enough to get herself into a brawl and be here in the caves to help. "I am trying to apologize. Truly, I didn't know she was your-"

Next thing she knew she was flipped flat onto her back. "Ow."

It seemed her glibness was going to do her no credit, the Renaway ambled up to her feet and dusted herself off. Mishel could spot her aunt across the way and let a sigh escape her lips. This was supposed to be a 'learning' thing or something or other. No force-nullification ring today, as she didn't anticipate fighting today although her neurotransponder was running a little low Mishel was sure she'd have time to get charged it later. She didn't really recognize a lot of folks here, just auntie Jo and maybe the one girl from the brawl but that was it.

The brunette looked over and watched someone mess with a converter. Being around Jedi again made her a bit nervous and so rather than go and disturb the man she decided on going back to standing near her aunt, lest she test the natives again. Dusting her combat pants, again, she treaded lightly for the Zeltron and on her way there felt something. "Feth." Mishel let out and involuntarily took a knee, admittedly she might be the darkest aura in the cave but what she just felt - felt darker than anything, darker than any Ren that she had ever known. Her mouth opened and she could be seen visibly wincing, Mishel's hand clutched at her chest as she gasped for breath. She closed her eyes tightly and could feel the last of [member="Hazel Zanteres"]'s light fade (x). Mishel gritted her teeth together and allowed her training from the Knights of Ren to take over. She shut her eyes tight and then got to her feet the renewed darkside feeling within her essence felt good to her body that had long since craved it.

But her mind fought it, her spirit knew better - this was not the Hazel she knew, this was not the woman who had given part of herself to bring back a Disciple of Ren from the clutches of death. Mishel felt a little woozy and stumbled as she took a few steps forward, not exactly a time to be going through a crisis of alignment. Mishel shook her head and took a deep breath and exhaled. It was going to be a long, long day...