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

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: City Streets
People she wants to kill: [member="Darth Carnifex"] Bucketheads
People she has to kill: [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] Trash Pandas
People in the vicinity [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] [member="Nok-Krah-Nin"]

Calina landed sprawled like a cat, rising smoothly as words were exchanged, eternally grateful that this was a face she didn’t know. As the Emperor of the SIth activated his lightsaber she deactivated her own. Let him be the brute force in this fight.

She closed her eyes, pulling the stopped on her bottled anger and let it bleed through the force, allowed it to fill every fibre of her being as she plunged into the force. Her anger manifested itself in dark tendrils that rose up from the ground before her, weaving together to form a force net.

She moved forward, the net moving ahead of her, seeking to engulf the dancing fool.

I’m sorry…

Self preservation above all else. She had to kill to survive the Emperor.

 

[Hylocereus]

SS Wreched Hive
Utapau Airspace
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Did Jorus Merrill just call Hylo boy? At first he was too angry to register it. His fists were clenched as he stared at the man who was yelling back at him. What a dick. Then again he had started it by yelling at him. Everything started to add up, as Hylo was considering the mans words and yet he still wanted to jump down there, he still wanted get into it, to save Mara. He was desperate.

And then it dawned on him. Jorus Merrill had called him boy. He cocked his head to the side a little bit and stared at the man, his stance loosening. No one had talked to him like this since his mother. Did that mean Jorus Merrill was like his father? Human marriage customs and rituals were something odd to him. He considered for a moment. Father in law treating him like his mother treated him. It checked out. Jorus was now his human father.

With a big sigh he released the wave of anger and the flower on his head rose. Some calming pheromones were released helping him gain a more even keel. "Alright dad," he said musing internally on how strange human ritual was. A big doofy smile formed on his face. He had a father now! This was a human thing right? "Let's go save Mara!"

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Utapau's atmosphere
Objective: Patrolling Utapau's skies Engage the bucketheads' air assets
Allies: ORC [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] (directly) [member="Aryn Teth"] (indirectly)
Enemies: Mandalorians [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

"Jax, the enemy flagship just scrambled its craft! Prioritize the gunships when using proton torpedoes!" Janick hastily commed in to [member="Jax Rhane"], reminded that nearly every variant of X-Wings as used by the Alliance would have some measure of guided ordnance, while the fighters assigned to [member="Aryn Teth"]'s command were busy elsewhere.

Shooting down the bes'uliiks was of little comfort, when four squadrons of various Mandalorian craft departed the enemy flagship, lizard-shaped bes'uliiks, fighters, gunships, to name the main threats. That, even though the quad-lasers were mostly busy firing at drop pods while the SAMs were still fired at bes'uliiks, since they were much closer. While Jax was moving into range, with his wingmen in tow, it appears that... ouch. Janick's Force-senses were being blacked out for some reason when she flew low, close to the sinkhole, in a looping that she needed to do to get the enemy warhead off her six. But at the top of the looping she could suddenly have access to her internal Force-radar again. I can't use the Force anymore if I'm too close to the sinkhole, which means some Force-jammer must be on the upper or maybe even mid-levels, Janick thought, while being reminded of Griet's words in the pre-flight briefing: 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. Poor girl: she was busy firing heavy fighter guns at the various low-flying threats that the first wave of bes'uliiks were, while simultaneously fighting the demons in her head. When the enemy fighters came within firing range of her squadron, Muntz was straying away from the main group, while being chased by an element of enemy fighters.

"Stay close, Muntz, where are you going?" Griet asked, when Muntz strayed from the main group.

"They're all over me; I'm trying to lose them! This is Muntz, I need help!" Muntz channeled over comms.

"I'm on it, Muntz" Wololo acknowledged, while Muntz was taking more hits, while firing at drop pods. "Captain, behind you!"

With the loss of Muntz, despite Wololo's best efforts, it appeared that the enemy gunships were now on Janick's tail, regardless of how erratic her flying might have been, for some reason, she was in the Mando gunships' crosshairs. That alone almost made her nerves tighter as she was feeling more inertia while controlling her yoke; she was lucky that all the erratic maneuvers those knots in her nerves made her do only left her shieldless from the hits sustained from the gunships, as she went around at lower altitudes. Those knots made her more and more uncomfortable flying, even at the limited speeds she needed to maintain in order to avoid colliding with the sinkhole or otherwise avoiding a CFIT, and also feel as if her control over her craft was slowly being taken away from her with every hit she took from Mando craft. My stomach hurts, I'm about to vomit, so I may as well do one more daring maneuver to save my bacon before I vomit! she thought, while she attempts diving with the intent to cause those gunships to crash against the sinkhole's wall. Witht hat said, her fighter lurched downward, seemingly on a collision course for the edge of the sinkhole, but between two quad-lasers, so that the quad-lasers could have a clearer shot at the enemy gunships, and her pitch was suddenly brought back to level flight when she was edging closer and closer to the edge of the sinkhole, oblivious to what happened last time. Oblivious to any memory that could possibly be replayed in her mind at that point, she ended up being mere centimeters short of the sinkhole, oblivious to her pursuers' ability to clear it.

Spoiler: Fighters

11 Alakaha-class elite fighters

 

[Zesiro]

Location: Pau City
Enemies: ME, their allies and [member="Tal Vizsla"]
Allies: ORC and their allies
Objective: Get to the front lines

As soon as she identified the who involved, Zesiro left the station. Remembering her first and only chance run in with a Mandalorian, she knew they had a code of honor. At least the one she met had and explained some of it to her. He had also told her she had the will of a warrior, but not the knowledge that went with it. She had jumped into a pit with him, knowing it was going to be a loss. Facing him down had displayed that will to prove something, but then her world had been shaken and went all wrong. Perhaps this would be a chance to prove herself or get her rear end beat up again. More than likely the second, she just hoped she wouldn't die in the encounter.

Having recently acquired a new color of crystal for her lightsaber, Zesiro no longer had an issue wearing it on her hip. Her previous red blade now replaced by a yellow one. Besides that saber, her only other real weapon was the Force. When it came to hand to hand, it was something she needed to learn more on.

Walking out immediate area, Zesiro could tell where much of the action was. Turning that direction, she didn't see anybody approaching her yet. However, as she moved closer to what was called the beachhead, she could hear the attack happening. The explosions of weapons and the various sounds of combat reached her ears. Picking up her pace, she closed on her objective.

 

[Nok-Krah-Nin]

Location: City Streets
Allies: @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"], @[member="Cotan Sar'andor"], Trash Pandas
Enemies: @[member="Darth Carnifex"], @[member="Calina Ovmar"], Bucketheads
Gear: Armor, Rifle, Pistol, 2x frag grenades, and 2x vibrodaggers.

Of course, when Nok had said interesting, he hadn't expected the frakking Dark Lord of the Sith Empire and one of his minions to drop out of the sky. He'd seen the man once before, on the news holovids back when the Sith had taken control of his homeworld, and the memories of that time caused anger to rise within him. Letting out a saurian screech, the Tiss'shar grabbed his rifle's grip and unslung it from his back, racking the bolt and taking aim at the Sith. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted the human had drawn and ignited a saber of his own. Smirking, Nok nodded at the man's reply.

"Took the words right out of my mouth, Judge. Go and help the blind man, I'll cover you."

With that he charged up the street, angling towards the sidewalk as he did so to get a clear line of fire. Once he gotten within half a block of the two Sith, he took a knee. His instincts were screaming at him to take a shot at the larger threat that was the Dark Lord, but he dismissed the idea. The Darth had his saber ignited, and while probably distracted somewhat by the man with the gourd, Nok doubted he wouldn't be able to intercept the slugs. The woman at Carnifex's side, however, was a different story, as her saber was extinguished and her eyes were closed, making an adequate defense less likely. Taking aim at her center of mass, Nok fired three slugs at her, then braced himself for any retalitory action.

 

[Runi Verin]

Location: Highreach Station
Objective: Win. Optional: Stay alive
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire
Allies: ORC Personnel. Probably some alive, right? Girl can dream.
Engaging: [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

The beskad wavered slightly.

How easy it would have been to take him up on that offer.

It was the smart play, after all. The survivor’s play. As it stood, they were simply outmatched and outmanned at every turn. In a matter of minutes, the Mandalorians would break through this checkpoint and be moving on to the next. Laying down her life here would buy what, a handful of extra lives? She might not have been a survivor born, but she was most certainly one raised. Tempered on the dusty streets of Kol Atorn, scratching out a pitiful existence in the sprawl scrapheaps and dirty back alleys. Every instinct honed then, and in all the years since, screamed for her to take him on it. To simply turn tail and drift away from the battle without a second glance, cutting her losses and grabbing the Boracyck. She could be a dozen or so systems away within the hour.

The point of her blade dipped further, the weapon dropping down to her side as she dipped her head. Her fingers tightened with a fools resolve, the leather lining creaching softly as her knuckles turned white beneath those blood stained gauntlets. It would have been easy to take his offer. But then, when was her life about anything easy?

“I ’preciate the offer, truly. But we both know that the cards have been dealt.” Her voice was steady, almost calm. The trepidation she’d felt in his advance washing away as she opened herself up to the force. Letting it sooth and fortify her muscles. Clear her mind. Focus her senses. “I ain’t under the illusion that I mean much to these people, but I gave my word that I’d try an’ see them safely.”

The word of a Verd would mean little to Ronan. That of a Zambrano even less. But she wasn’t a product of either bloodline.

She was a daughter of Kol Atorn.

She was a Warden of the Sky.

They were already set on taking her soul, but she would be damned if they took what little remained of her honour in the process.

Her stance shifted, knees bending slightly as she brought her blade up once more with renewed purpose. The time for words were now past. The time for excuses and running fading along with it. If she was going to die here, the least she could do was make a song of it. Etch a memory on each one of these karkers through feat and blade.

“Vorer kyr’am.”

Hardly the most pithy of battle cries to be heard on the field today, and it came out as more of a whisper than rebel yell. Tumbling past her lips even as her legs uncoiled, propelling her at the Vizsla with a sudden burst of speed and intensity. Tomahawk and beskad leading the charge in an outward slice, twin blades surging with the added presence of the force behind them. True to her earlier statement, she intended to end this as quick as possible. One way or another.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Location: Highreach Station
Objective: Break her.
Enemies: ORC | [member="Runi Verin"]
Allies: Mandalorian Empire
Engaging: Now.

It was the wrong choice.

But one that Ronan could respect.

Had she run... Vizsla would have let her go, but there would be no respect between the two of them. Those who ran from a fight were without spirit, soul, their blood stale and useless. Maybe this Runi was not a Verd after all, maybe she had been able to shake that out of her system through a hard life. Irrelevant. In response to her solemn whisper of war, Ronan remained silent.

A mountain covered by running shadows.

Quiet.

All around them the battle raged, but Ronan waited and then nodded once. It was all that Runi would receive as a token of respect. More than most would ever get- she blurred and then the storm reached its apex.

Vizsla was a bastard.

At the end of her dash where momentum would shift into force once resistance met... there was only air. He had surged back right out of reach, before she would be able to compensate and then just as quickly stepped forward- taking advantage of possible loss of balance, when momentum carried forward, but the expectations of resistance was dashed.

Two steps, beskad up, crushing down in a diagonal to rip straight into the corner where throat ended and shoulder met. Weak point, it wouldn't snap the armor, but blunt damage would do just as well.

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Crash Site, outside of Pau city
Allies: [member="Jackson Singh"], ORC
Enemies: MANDOS APPARENTLY!

He'd find her continuing to try to unbuckle herself, but her hands shaking so hard that each time she failed. There was a cut across the bridge of her nose, which was where most of the blood came from, and a number of other superficial scrapes. Her goggles were shattered, but other than a few scratches she had largely come out of that without issue.

"I dunno," she mumbled, plucking ineffectually at the buckles and crash webbing again.

"Jacket was a good investment," she continued, a little inanely. "Woulda bin cut all ta... ta pieces wit'ou it. Goggles're shot doh."

She looked up at him, and he could see that while she'd handled the emergency itself, the crash, just fine, it was the after that was harder.

"I kin't git dis undone," she said, sounding legitimately perplexed. She'd hit her face pretty hard on the dash, and it was difficult to tell how much of this was that, and how much was just the normal come down from something like this.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the mouth of the Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #3
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]| | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | ORC
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] | Mandalorian Empire

“Heh! Nice one, Blondie.” Joza high-fived Damian for the mani-pedi comment, sorely wishing that she was in a salon getting her nails done rather than about to face down a bloodthirsty Mandalorian. Her face firmed up as he whispered in her ear. “I know. This is our priority.” She murmured back quickly as the menacing Togorian strode forward with his men. There were no easy decisions to make. She didn’t like leaving the others behind to deal with whatever the heck else had happened and she didn’t like keeping the civilians in here in case parts of the cave collapsed or they were trampled by Mandalorians. She also didn’t want to try and send them outside given that there was no way to know if it was safe.

They were tough decisions to make but they had to be made—hemming and hawing would lose time that the invaders were eating up.

The Zeltron activated her helmet, metallic plates coming to encapsulate her head. Her comm went live and the voice of [member="Mishel Noren"] crackled in her ear. “Don’t get buried kid. Fight smart.” Mishel was a firecracker, hopefully she didn’t burn out today.

The Togorian warlord paused suddenly, turning towards one of his men who dared to question his orders. The soldier soon found himself lifted by the throat and that was when the vaguely familiar presence of [member="Preliat Mantis"] flickered in and out of her senses. She didn’t bother to try and place a face or a location to it, not now, not with one hand on her hilt of her saber and the other at the disruptor. This wasn’t good. Their opponent was larger, stronger and heavily armored. Beskar was a bith to deal with and she was sure that his large build would be able to support the armor’s weight.

A faint wave of calm washed over her, manufactured from the nearby friendly presence of [member="Orn Pharr"]. It brought to mind the departing words of [member="Ember Farseer"] and they echoed in her head. Take care of yourselves. Stay safe. He was relatively new to the Coalition but she liked him. She’d given him a confident smile in response but worry had crinkled at the corners of her eyes.

The little Coalition group worked quickly, none of them the type to shy away from a conflict—not when there were civilians involved. She had faith in them. With everything going on at once, they couldn’t afford not to believe in each other.

The Togorian surged forward after making his intent clear. They’d come to slaughter without inhibition but the Coalition was a motley crew of weirdos that brought different things to the table. Her head lolled back slightly, eyes closing as she centered herself partially in thanks to Orn’s help. As a Jedi himself Damian would likely recognize the way her body fell, how her stance was more grounded. “Cover me, Blondie.” She murmured, feeling the presence of the Togorian as he drew closer, tracking him as he beelined for the two fashionistas.

Her hands extended outwards as Kaia Starchaser unleashed a few shots towards the advancing enemy. She used the Force to feel along the walls and the ceiling of the cave, largely stripped bare of crystals that had been mined away long ago. She found a loose spot—towards the side that Aryn was on or above him if he was in the center part of the cave. Her brows did not knit but her face was alight with concentration as she extended telekinetic energy towards the weakened spot, ripping a chunk of earth from the wall with a heavy grunt of exertion. If her actions remained unhindered and timed correctly they would cause a minor cave in on their opponent, earth and rock rushing down on the Togorian.

 

[Subject 37]

Utapau - The Crystal Caves
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: ORC | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Joza Perl"]
(Only Tagging those I am directly engaging)

The shots rang against his armor, bright red bolts clashing against bright gold Beskar. The flashes of light erupted throughout the darkness of the cavern, illuminating the Togorians face of twisted rage. The bolts washed over the armor, not even slowing the massive Mandalorian as they splashed against him.

He had no mind for them, no thought.

His target was the pink woman, slowly shambling through the reaches of the cave. His ears twitched with her every movement, his one good eye tracked her through the dark. This was his environment, this was where he excelled. Aryn was a predator, he was built to hunt, and The Coalition forces were his prey. The Togorian did not even notice as the earth began to shake beneath his feet, the cavern shaking and rumbling as the cavern above him began to shutter.

He roared, his arm suddenly lashing back.

The heavy weight of his hammer was pulled along with his hand, and then suddenly the Togorian came to a stop.

Using the sudden momentum of his movements Aryn whipped his arm forward, his hammer slinging forth with an intolerable speed. The massive lump of Beskar, heavier than most adult men, went flying forward directly towards the pink woman.

Just as the hammer went flying, the cavern above him shook. Stalagmites that had been growing and forged over the ages came loose, and the piercing rocks fell towards the Togorian. A crack of stone could be heard as one of the large rocks went crashing against the Togorian, smashing into his back and sending him to his knees.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Mando Ship
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Tusk"]
Enemies: [member="Elijah Rekali"], [member="Fabula Caromed"], [member="Connory"] (engaging)

In terms of time to react, Silas had a few seconds at best, far to few to do anything that would get him clear, so instead he got out from under the largest up the crates, held up the B1 and braced himself. As the avalanche of crates came tumbling down Silas was buried beneath, for a moment he simply laid there with his ears ringing, trapped in blackness with only the sounds of war echoing around him. But he would not stay down.

Leading with his prosthetic he dug his way out in a matter of seconds, anger burning so hot it seemed like it would peel away his skin. Hit with the augmented strength of his prosthetic the last crate in his path flew across the room like a rocket, slamming hard into the opposite wall as the seething Mantis emerged. He had a Westar drawn and ready, his shotgun was nowhere to be seen, but he didn't need it.

Now he wanted things up close and personal. Letting out an angry snarl he clawed his way over the mess and hefted his blaster, firing repeatedly where he'd seen Connory last. He had no idea if the man had moved, but if Silas was going to be damn sure to make him regret it if he hadn't. His prosthetic remained an empty fist despite the presence of a second pistol, he had other things in mind.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Location: Crystal Caves - Somewhere, making a lot of noise and a lot of wreckage
Objective: Crystal Caves
Crystal Cave Foes: [member="Orn Pharr"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Joza Perl"]
Crystal Cave Allies: [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Liset Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Engaging: [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Mishel Noren"]

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

Shia listened to the noise from above without emotion, now she was in battle, emotion had no place - that wasn't stricly true, of course - the exultation of conflict sung through her veins, her heartbeat pounding to the faint rhythmic beat from the warriors above. She knew who was up there, what the plan was - and despite herself, because of herself, she exulted.

Still, despite herself, her orders were contrary to those given by others in the attack.

"Stun any prey, we're here for crystals, not vengance."

The majority assented - the Strix were Kryze, after all, they shared an attitude. But all of them - Shia included - privately hoped they would meet the supporters of the Liberator. Clan Kryze still gave Mia that title, few outsiders realised how ironic it was.

"Alor, hunters to the rear."

She paused, raising one hand to halt the cautious advance into the tunnels.

"Shev." Fade - and the Strix did just that, sliding back against cavern walls, ducking into shadows and hiding behind crystal outcroppings of lesser, unmined value. They did not possess personal cloaking devices - merely stealth fields - and their armour and arms were heavy, but they were hunters and they knew how to use terrain. Heavy guns to the front and rear, snipers to the centre.

Except Shia, she let the Strix disperse around her, sliding into her own cover and triggering her own field, raising her rifle and waiting. No battle chants, no challenges to engagement. Just the pulse of her own heartbeat. If they were Force Users, they'd detect the danger. If they were competent, they'd detect the danger - or at least suspect an ambush.

But currently, she and the Strix were in a moderate cavern with only one entrance and one exit. So by dropping back to close to the entrance, she gave herself the chance of a single shot - just one - before anyone might expect it from anyone less... bold (some might say reckless).

Right, about... now. A single shot went downrange towards [member="Ember Farseer"] or [member="Mishel Noren"], whichever came first - well aimed and well sited, but still only one.

A shattergun doesn't make any noise to give away a position. She took care to ensure the target was one of the two following her group, but beyond that didn't wait for confirmation, she ran back into the larger cavern - and round a corner to avoid more than the first volley of return fire, if there was any.

A very dangerous game of chicken, crossed with hide and seek, between expert foes with wildly differing skillsets.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

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Enemies: ORC l [member="Joza Perl"] l [member="Damien"] Starchaser l [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
Allies: Mando'ade l [member="Aryn Spar"]
Objective: Kill.


Rage flowed through Preliat, an all-too familiar, awful feeling. It was directed at [member="Joza Perl"]. He narrowed his eyes behind his helmet, and began to run. The cybernetic leg he wore whirred with power- and corrupt. The alchemy-treated metal was a oozing void of darkness, striking against the natural force signature of the cave. It was corrupting him, a vicious cycle. The metal gave him power, empowered the Mandalorian- but corrupted him with every second that it touched him. It fed off of him, and he fed off of it. It was one of the galaxy's most lethal and dangerous symbiotic relationships.

And it was coming straight for Joza. He was like a missile, the smaller crystals that were knocked loose from Joza's telekinetic attack on his Togorian comrade bouncing off of his Beskar'kandar.

Preliat launched himself, without the aid of his jetpack- and went to punch Joza straight in her chest. He regretted, for half a moment that it had to be her attacking Aryn- after all, at one point, he was trying to flirt with her in a bar. But she doubt she'd even know who he was. He hadn't even been wearing the armor then- and Preliat's armor 'look' was not known distinctly outside of the Mandalorians. But the golden shawl around his neck was at least nice to look at.

He didn't say anything, he was a quiet man nowadays. He did however, let out an audible growl directed at the Zeltron. He was getting angry.

And you wouldn't like him when he was angry...

 

[Quoron Cadera]

Location: atmosphere of Utapau
Enemies:@Jannik Howeveryouspellit
Allies: ME
Resources:
Objective: destroy enemy fighters to establish air superiority
Fighters: 10 [SIZE=11pt]Prudii Mk.2[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Emerald Squadron we need to protect our boys from this rabble!”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Quoron exclaimed to his squadmates. He was excited to be in the air again after the raid against the First Order. This would be his opportunity to guard the honor of the Mandalorians by not allowing anyone to jeopardize this mission. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“Quo if I get more kills than you, drinks are on you when this is all over” Rexen said with a hearty laugh.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Rexen is Emerald 2 and one of Quoron’s oldest friends that he met while becoming a pilot. There were ten total ships in Emerald squadron and all of them hand picked by Quoron to fly with him. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“Mount up and report in once your out so I can gather our formation to protect the gunships” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]With that the Mandolorian gunships took flight and began to head for the surface. “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Emerald squadron we have spotted an enemy pilot and are moving to engage[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”. Quoron admired the pilot’s bloodlust but thought the gunships would not do well without the fighter escort that he and his boys would provide.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The fighters had to waste precious time with the slow liftoff required by their Purudii Mk.2’s because of the Mandolorian Steel used in the armor plating. Once they were ready they exited the hangar and the thickness of battle instantly foreshadowed the mess that they were getting into ,but this is what they had trained their whole lives for these coming fights. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“All fighters report in, and form up on my position.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]” The boys of Emerald Squadron proceed to report in to their leader that they were ready and in formation. “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]We have some fighters to mop up boys, keep the formation tight, don’t let them shake you, and if they think they can kill you kill them as well!”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and with that Quoron’s squadron dove toward the gunships firing upon the starfighter. Quoron looked longingly at his sword on the inside of his cockpit with regret that he would not be able to employ his trusty sword to bring Mandolorian justice to others in the galaxy that day. “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]That pilot is incredible!” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]He thought to himself as the fighter was so nimble that it looked almost unbelievable, “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Shame I’ll have to end that the galaxy is going to need all the pilots it can manage to scrape together soon.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]” “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Move in and engage, I don’t want a single one of those fighters escaping to harass our ships”[/SIZE]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Damian raised his hand while leaning on his umbrella accepting Joza's high five but also grimacing as she called him Blondie once again. Then Joza rebuked him. That was fine she had a right to her opinion, and truth was she was right as well. As much as Damian wouldn't admit to her, ever. they had to try and stop the mandalorians here at the caves mouth, and trust in others to deal with whatever the crash behind them was. That was fine, only Damian trusted very slowly.

Joza moved a bit her arms motioning towards various rocks and began to telekineticly manipulate them with the force. It was something Damian had seen more than once in his life and even done. That of course is when she asked for him to cover her. Smiling he kicked the umbrella up and lazily fell towards the side using the momentum to help him round Joza and land kneeling in front of her.

"I prefer the view from behind you," he said as the feline threw a giant hammer towards the woman. Damian flicked his wrist and sent it deflecting off towards the roof where it would miss the pair, it was about this time that he saw another figure darting forward. Opening his umbrella Damian activated the transparency allowing the heads up display to appear under the armored canopy. A single blast from the umbrella's master wouldn't be enough on its own, not against Mandalorians with their heavy armor.

He scanned quickly the cave floor looking for anything. There was crystals still here, small ones that weren't suitable for proper gathering and mining apparently and yet that would be enough. Along the charging mans ([member="Preliat Mantis"]) path he found a small speck of color and fired the charric directly at it.

The blue beam lanced from the tip of the umbrella and landed on the ground just in front of the man as he charged. As it struck the crystal overloaded it with energy where it exploded as kyber crystals were want to do with the force equivalent of about a grenade. Green energy overflowed and send out shockwaves as Damian braced himself and raised him umbrella to protect both him and Joza and Kaia who would hopefully have taken cover behind him.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Pau City, Utapau, Tarabba Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Outer Rim Coalition, Galactic Alliance Volunteers​

Enemies: The Mandalorian Empire, [member='Koda Fett']​

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Aryn had walked through the streets of Pau City, having managed to find an area of relative isolation away from the bulk of the fighting. It made him easy prey for his own quarry, certainly, but that was his intention after all. Aryn wanted to test just how badly Fett might've wished to find him, he'd have had to make his way past the Alliance's front lines to get here, to find information and track him down with limited assistance. It would give Aryn a proper understanding of how well this man truly deserved the title he'd gained, whether he really was the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy.

He felt the man before he heard him, feeling the death that echoed in his wake. Aryn had learned on Onderon about such Echoes, it was in a way the only real connection between Aryn and the Mandalorian that stalked him. On account of such an echo, they were two sides of the same coin, forever to be opposed. When the sound of the Mandalorian's heavy armour hit the ground behind him, Aryn sucked in a deep sigh, turning towards the man as he shifted the lightsaber from his belt into his hand. He kept the weapon deactivated, his gaze searching the hidden visage of Koda's face, it was as if the man was peering not at the helmet itself, but within, further within than Koda' features even, but to the man's intentions, to his soul.

His lip quirked upward for a moment at the man's words, his fingers idly twirling the hilt of his weapon in his hand as he watched the man. "I don't suppose they did, Aliit Fett." The title was harsh, and it was more than evident the butchering of the language was intended as some degree of mockery while Aryn watched Koda. He had remembered the two's fight before, and knew all too well that getting in close with the man had worked to his benefit. He just knew he had to stop the man getting away, first. "We're the only ones." He continued, raising his hand.

He reached for the link between the two of them, their dark echoes in the force creating an alloy of sorts as Aryn lashed out with his emotions, constricting and tightening the Mandalorian into a position where he would be incapable of movement, locked into place for at least a brief enough time to grant the Jedi more time to draw nearer. Igniting his saber, Aryn charged forwards towards the Mandalorian. His weapon was ready, but it was Aryn's hope that the man would be too weak-willed to escape his efforts, a prisoner was always better than a corpse.

 

[Lemon]

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Koda Fett​

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Pau City, Utapau, Tarraba Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Mandalorians​

Adversaries: [member="Aryn Teth"]​

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The Mandalorian had done his very best to resist contracting feeling over his body, not just his armor but his muscles within. It was within that moment he knew that Teth was no longer a simple Farm Boy, he well and truly had become a Jedi Knight; one of the only entities that Fett hated more than anything else in this entire galaxy. It was his own sick justification of events that led to this hatred, and it was better off not said. It would only make his blood boil.

At the sight of the Supreme Commander approaching his position he had only one viable option. Fett's eyes darted about beneath his helmet in a series of specific movements that would in turn activate his jetpack. Frozen stiff, he ascended upwards to his original location, whilst flames appeared at it's base. The higher he went the more control was returned to him, no doubt thanks to his iron will and the potential confusion. It was atop the rafters he walked once more, casting a gaze down at Aryn as he spoke once more.

"You'll have to do better than that, Jedi." Through the mere pronunciation of the title one could feel the hatred of that sect of people. "Can you handle Supreme Commander, the position seems to of done a number on you." Commenting upon the transition in his appearance, something in which Teth would surely of noticed, would be the first jab. Finding what made him tick, it was the way to best any Jedi; cause that 'conflict within' they so commonly worry about. Although it may prove to be a fatal flaw, Aryn Teth was no ordinary Jedi after all.

 

[WolfMortum]

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Location: Pau City.
Transport: Tribune Class Diplomatic Corvette.
Allies: [member="Ara Zambrano"].
Significant Persons: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], The Outer-Rim Coalition.
Enemies: The Mandalorian Empire.

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The confidence of Panatha's Queen was not out of Character for her in the slightest, her arrogance on display for he and her Praetorian Guard to admire, that flare of attitude for which Brennan had come to acquire more than a mere taste for; accompanied by her promiscuity for which she loved oh so dearly to flaunt before him, previously convinced that he would simply stand for it in tolerance while quietly suffering within. Their relationship however had changed somewhat since their time upon the Imperial Research Station, Thanatos. It was a development for which they had neglected to inform their superiors of, one of which Brennan himself knew not what to make of in all it's complexities. Emotional attachments to any aspect of life had been removed of him by his choosing in his early years within the Order of Ren and his Initiation period; rediscovering his humanity had never been a prospect of his future until the day that Ara had run him through, ended his life and with the aid of [member="Darth Carnifex"], brought him back renewed and stronger than ever before, the force flowing once more in all it's strength through this new cloned body vacant of the presence of his former cybernetics he had earned following the battle of Bespin.

"It is my duty to keep your best interests within our grasp.." He responded, though his words faded apprehensively and for a moment he allowed a minute of pause to fall silently between them before his gaze swept across the vessel that he might look to her again, his eyes hard and isolating her above everything else; "But I would certainly take pleasure in breaking that man's neck against the concrete of his precious coalitions world if he were so foolish as to threaten your life again". In typical style that was accustomed for him to show his utmost loyalty eclipsed by his need to kill everything that stood around them, he gave her his most reassuring tone of voice while speaking so genuinely upon the fact that Bryce Bantam represented everything that he hated. The Independence of rogue criminal nations vying for control and lacking the strength to secure the Galaxy at large, owning a few sectors wouldn't change the fact that the rest of the galaxy wished them dead, not unless they carried an armada like the First Order did.

Strength was the only true trait among nations that was worth giving credit, ideals were all well and good in times of peace yet they could be silence with a blade or a decent shot of a blaster pistol; ideals didn't win wars, integrity was a fools notion, mercy a weakness on the path to defeat. All that made a government strong was it's will to dominate and go beyond ethical boundaries to do what was necessary. In his eyes, the Outer-Rim Coalition were one such power in the Galaxy that would deter true progress as long as they continued to stand in the way of the First Order...-And here was Ara seeking diplomacy because of some insignificant desire to feel vindicated.

Bryce had saved her, then attacked her along the Hydian Way....

"Your interest in this man is pathetic..." Brennan scowled under his breath, never afraid to tell his companion just what was on his mind. The Dark Side flowed through him with an intimidating premise though alongside her, it did not match her prowess in the Force. His skills with a lightsaber however were a different matter entirely. "We should kill him and be done with this cesspit, for standing against us on the Executioner, he has it coming. Then we can turn out sights back to Virgillia...-My Apprentice is arrogant and I do not like leaving her to her own devices for too long without reminding her of her place within the Order...".

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective: Crystal Caves
Location: En route

Allies: Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: Some cruddy panda bois (ORC)

Equipment: 2 Blood Rider Axes, 1x Charging Rhino, 1x Bwatha, 5 Force Breakers
Squad: 10x Namadi boiz

The thunderous roar of a squad of speeder bikes and war cries filled the air as Clan Namadi pressed forward toward the caverns, bloodlust fueling their rage. Kervo, however, was silent. His hazel eyes pierced the horizon as he lead his clan to the objective. As he came closer to the caverns, blips began appearing on his wrist-indicator. He spotted several friendly forces engaging the enemy ahead and promptly tuned into his communicator.

"[member="Shia Kryze"], what is your status? I am coming to you." he reported. It had been some time since the Blood Rider's axe tasted flesh. Kervo was eager to feed his axes today. "Namadi! Oyacyir mav bal akaanir urakto!" Kervo roared the words of his family to those riding with him.

Live free and fight hard.

Words each Namadi lived by. Words that meant more than just what was said.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: The skies above Pau City
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"]
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Ayhia Katar"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Nok-Krah-Nin"]
Gear:

• Neo-Imperator Sith Armor
• Blades of the Arch-King
• Sith Shuk'orok

"You talk too much," growled the Sith Emperor, "For a dead man."

The gargantuan man walked forward, he did not hurry his advance towards the imbibed martial artist. The Sith doubted that he'd great a straightforward fight with this man, he'd seen his type before. He was wily and as slippery as the liquor he indulged in, so this would not be a contest of power -- the other would seek to exhaust the Dark Lord by any means necessary should he attempt to close the gap.

So he'd have to strategize differently.

A new reverberation of power rumbled through the Sith Lord, something utterly dark and malignant in contrast to his resting aura of death and destruction. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the language he spoke was not basic; it was a far more ancient and blasphemous tongue. "សូមយាងមកដៃរបស់មនុស្សដែលត្រូវបានវិនាសហិនហោចហើយយកសត្រូវរបស់ខ្ញុំមកដាក់អន្ទាក់ដើម្បីកុំឱ្យព្រលឹងខ្ញុំ។" At his beck and call was the villainous art known as Sith Sorcery, and he now called upon its dark magics to aid him in this struggle.

Strands of Dark Side energy would materialize from the empty air around the blind brawler, each one more erratically, but with purpose, towards him. They'd reach, like the branches of a decaying tree or the hands of the damned, towards Vorhi's limbs; attempting to ensnare his appendages and root him in place, simultaneously sapping his strength in the Force if they ever got a tight grip on him.