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Nickel One - The Central HUB Allies: @Thrukk Gulpdar | [member="Laguz Vald"] | @Katalyn Frenemies: [member="Valkren Calderon"] Objective: TWO JOBS
Rigor followed his companions, lagging only behind half a second before bursting through the newly created opening.
The droid moved swiftly, an odd fluidity to the way that it breached the new gap within the ceiling, it's hands clasping at broken rock, it's legs kicking against stone and burying deep in the cracked and molten surface. It bounded up and into the Central Hub, it's Needle Disruptor swinging up into it's arm almost the instant that it hit the deck with a loud thud. There was a screech, the tell of a woman, or a man, who saw the droid. Rigor turned, shifting it's body to spy a mass group of Republic intelligence officers.
The orange faceplate flashed for a second, glowing with a soft pulse as Rigor scanned the officers. [Kill them]
It made it's assessment within a nano-second, deciding that the officers would only get in the way later and that slaughter would be the better decision. The Needle Disruptor bucked slightly, pressing against the droids soldier as it squeezed the trigger and fired the thin line of molecular dissipation. Before long bodies began to drop, and swiftly the trio began to slaughter their way through the Central HUB and towards the main servers.
Location: The Central Hub
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: Mandalorians
Sofia ran as fast as she could with her weapons slung across her back and did not look back. After reaching a good distance forum the Central Hub, she took a short rest. She may have been safe for now but she still had to return to defend the Central Hub it was her mission. She couldn't abandon it to the Mandalorians. Sofia had to return. Using her the telescopic vision of her helmet, she assessed the situation befor she she returned.
NICKEL ONE Republic Controlled Hangar Bay Allies: The Death Watch Enemies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"], Decent Human Beings, Decent Near-Human Beings, Decent Non-Human Beings. Decent people in general, really. Equipment:No Frills Durasteel Armor, Besk'ar War Hammer
He rather fancied a woman who knew how to throw her weight around.
Was it getting hot in here? Or was it just him? Or the armor plate that was scorched and blackened. And a tinge red as it glowed faintly. That might leave a mark. The metal became heated and warped, burning the flesh behind it... but the nerves were quickly shifted so the discomfort was minimal. On the whole, for his part, a swing and a miss. The Jedi went high, the Gen'Dai went low. Dropping his center of gravity, the armored figure crouched as he stepped out and around to face the woman. Their positions now opposite where they had begun this little soiree.
The only dance, indeed.
"Is that... jealousy, my dear?" the man, spinning the handle of the war hammar to meet and deflect the incoming lightsaber strike. "Come now. There's plenty of me to go around!"
Circling to his right, the man entertained the incoming blows, content to parry and block as he studied her technique. "You move to kill with such grace..." the man murmured, approvingly. A woman with a passion for fighting was a rare jewel. The power to back it up, a true diamond in the rough. "Tell me, are you doing anything later?"
Perhaps this wasn't the time. Perhaps this wasn't the place.
When you were the egotistical leader of a Mandalorian cult, you didn't get out much. Or meet many singles. That weren't complete sociopaths anyway.
"...if you're still alive that is." Well, there was that small detail to it all. Holding the maul close to the hammer, the man stepped in weight a jab to the woman's mid-section with the weighted head of the war maul.
It seemed that the roles of this fight had switched. Jaccer was now on the offensive while Vahn had taken a defensive approach and began to dodge many of attacks the Republic soldier dished out. This man had no weapon, an injured arm and would soon to be dead,it was a mystery as why he would continue this fight. There would be no loss of honour in fleeing or stopping this battle now, it would actually of been the smarter route to go at this point.
Many of Jaccer's attacks would not reach their target, instead they would be redirected or evaded by the Mandalorian. Even with his attacks not landing, the soldier would continue launching attacks towards his opponent. Eventually his muscles would begin to ache and his movement speed would begin to decrease. His breathing would increase and the build up of lactic acid began exceedingly apparent. Instead of continuing with his knife attacks, Jaccer would take a step back to regain his breath. Even though he was exhausted he would maintain his breathing speed in an attempt to trick the Mandalorian into thinking he still maintained enough energy to continue his offensive.
"Last chance..." This would definitely be Jaccer's final warning to his Mandalorian counterpart.
NICKEL ONE Objective:Dance BattleI'm honestly not sure what the point of this post is anymore. Allies: [member="Mirshko Betna"] | [member="Popo"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] Enemies:None, currently Gear: Bag of candy, HoloBoy Advanced
Master Neffy looked like she was ready for a fight.
The young Nautolan continued to hold the hand of Mirshko. Which, that was a funny name. Did it mean 'tank girl' in Mando speak? Which, what was their language even called? Mandish? Mandoli? Pew-pew-pew?
Which, hadn't the crazy blonde lady who'd given him the candy said that it would help his friends feel better? With that in mind, the boy's free hand went into the bag of candy to pull out a piece of candy. "Here, Master," the child offered, holding the piece of candy out toward the Chandrila heiress of Rosedge.
A second piece was offered over to Mirshko. The third was going in his mouth however.
Well, third and fourth. Quality control was very important to Nautolans. And the one piece of candy was too small a sample size to accurately assess quality. So it wasn't that Zak was greedy. He just wanted to make sure he got more candy... er... that the candy was good enough to be given out.
As the group arrived in the room that the boy had seen in his vision, he looked out. "Are there any Hutts here?" the youngling asked, calling out into the room. Brandishing another piece of candy in front of him, the boy asserted, "I gotta sour taffy and I'm not afraid to use it!"
Nickel One – The Central Hub
Allies: [member="Rigor"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Katalyn"]
Enemies: [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Sofia Annesley"]
Objectives: Saeva things
"Always so harsh, Rigor," xe called out as xe fired off a few more shots, nailing the last officers. The trio stepped over their twitching corpses without a single look back, following the Houk's lead out of pragmatism and the self-serving need for preservation.
Alright, so the droid didn't exactly have to take as much care as the shifter, but it was still nicer walking around without blaster holes in one's… body? Flesh, chassis, whatever. Laguz had better things to do.
"We've got… a long corridor up ahead…" xe notified xir two companions as xe peered around the corner, acting as the camouflaged vanguard and/or scout for their little team. As useful as Thrukk was as a meat shield, the sniper wasn't quite ready to hear what he sounded like when forcibly transformed into oversized bagpipes by the Hub's defense systems.
"... aaaand some turrets. Karking great."
The shifter pulled back and eyed xir two companions (mostly Rigor, though), chewing on xir bottom lip. "Can you hack anything?" xe addressed the droid before craning xir neck to speak to the towering Houk.
"Elsewise we're just going to keep making chit go boom." Between the three of them, they likely carried enough explosives to blow off a chunk of Nickel One without breaking a sweat. Random turrets? Not a big issue.
Location: Nickel One Objective: Diffuse Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Darth Vulkan"] (feels weird saying that still), [member="Ember Rekali"] Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] Gear: See sig.
Darth Vulkan said:
"Peace?" The voice was deep, as though spoken by several, no, by three beings at once. "Your people killed his whole family, and still you claim the moral high ground as a though slapping him in the face. Even the Sith are not so self-righteous."
"I claim nothing but what I know to be true. At the moment, that knowledge is focused on the fact that our Supreme Commander is directly responsible for the deaths of a Jedi, Mandalorians, and various Republic combatants and non-combatants. Many people died because of her actions and people are still fighting because of them. She will be punished for this, I intend to see to it myself. Even if it means she gets Echani justice, she will get it.
"Now, I have no love for you lot. Your heavy armor and gear is quite ridiculous, as always. I do, however, believe in honorable combat. You Mandalorians even believe in that, no? So before you accuse me of being self-righteous for believing that the real Republic is better than what the galaxy has seen of late, perhaps you should think for a moment about why an Echani would stick up for a Mandalorian, and apply that to your views on self-righteousness."
Her strong words done, she looked up in time to see the other EMBU droid returning. It approached the others and moved into formation, but she held up a finger to indicate for Vulkan and the Jedi to wait as she looked at the droid.
"Report."
/The personal effects of Jedi Master Aaralyn Rekali were returned to her father and husband./
"Their current position?"
/They were in the Mando Quarter hangars when I left them./
"Hmm. Good. EMBU's, you are hereby remanded to the custody of the Verpine Queen per her agreement with EIC. You are to discover her whereabouts and rendezvous with her. Then you are under her command."
The Droids saluted with a fist across the chest and then moved swiftly towards the nearest lift. They moved as quietly as any Echani could, a feat that most machines could never undertake. Janira forgot about them as soon as they moved on, and turned back to the other two. She pondered for a moment and then looked between them.
"I will leave you two, to settle things. I wish to speak with the dead Jedi's father and husband if they are calm enough for it. If peace talks can be arranged, I assume I will see you both at their holding. Please keep me apprised of any information pertaining to Hadrix's whereabouts."
She nodded to them and then turned to walk away, motioning for only Javin to follow her. It was time to see what she could do elsewhere. And here the only reason she'd been on Roche was for business, not politics or combat. Just another day in the life of Janira, really. She never could seem to catch a break with these things.
Mission: Murderize All the Things Location: Central Hub Hangar Enemies: [member="Sofia Annesley"] Allies: None? Gear: Bio
Metal and plastic. Servos and machinery. Such things were precise where flesh was weak and inaccurate. Resilient durasteel frame instead of weak, easily snapped calcium based bones. A thick hide of phrik covering its many internal components that kept the monster alive. The lone red eye, casting its pale light over its first victims as the black robed droid descended from the rafters of the hangar and into the corridors, falling upon a dozen republic troopers as he did so. Loud mechanical whirring erupted from beneath the black cloak the droid had around itself, the sound of metal rapidly releasing itself from some bracing. The hood remained up over its head, but the arms came out, the chest swiveling three hundred sixty degrees while the head and legs remained stationary.
The iconic snap hiss of lightsabers followed and in a moment they were slashed and dying around the Droid, lightsabers humming, spinning lazily around him. For a second the droid simply stood, drawing lazy patterns in the air with the plasma blades. They snapped off after an instant and the cloak settled back around, obscuring the metal form of the droid. The dead however, they lurched, spasming for a moment before getting back to their feet, deep fissures in their bodies, internal organs wrecked and ruined by lightsaber trauma. The Droid buzzed an order in binary and the dead lurched about, gathering around the large droid as it hunched over and walked with it, the occasional muscle spasm causing them to appear jerky and only mildly responsive. The small, quarter sized metallic scarabs at the base of their necks burrowing their legs deeper into the spine of their victims, seeking a little better control over them.
Location: Bridge of Skira-class Battleship "Skira" / Heart of Mandalorian Fleet / Objective: Engage and Destroy Republic Navy; Overwhelm Privateer Forces; Allies: [member="Ember Rekali"],[member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Anija Betna"], [member="Jack Raxis"], Mandalorians and allies, Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Abigail Selonna"], [member="Reshmar"], [member="James Justice"], Republic and allies, Neutral:
Hyperdrive signatures lit up the edge of the Skira's holomap as the Republic Navy, at long last, arrived at Roche. Staring at the display, Larraq watched at the Galactic Alliance ships and their Republic escort dove for cover in the asteroids, taking what appeared to be heavy damage in the process. The distance between the Republic Navy's forces and the retreating Galactic Alliance ships was... considerable. But the joining of the two forces was not something his forces could prevent from their current position. Larraq stared at the map, at the holographic icons of red and green warships navigating the maze of asteroids surrounding Nickel One. At the bottom of the display, a small recording played. It was a flat, visual recording of the Privateer ships around Nickel One engaging a civilian ship as it approached Nickel One. The Skira's computer, aided by a handful of experienced technicians, tried to identify the ships. The only one to be positively identified was manufactured by Tenloss... which didn't give many details as to whom the ship might belong to. Tenloss sold to everyone.
Larraq didn't necessarily care that the privateers had decided to start shooting civilian ships. What bothered him was that they had moved into position around Nickel One, and that an encrypted message had just been bounced from the Republic Fleet to the Privateer forces. Whatever their capabilities, Larraq could not risk allowing them to join up with the main Republic Navy. With a sweeping gesture of his hands, Larraq created and adjusted ghost copies of each frigate formation in the asteroid belt, moving them to where he needed them. "I want all forces in the belt to converge on these units around Nickel One." Larraq said as he stood back and tried to picture the engagement from another angle. "Slow down the transport assault to hit them from the front at the same time as the frigates. Move the two central frigate groups to form up with the transports. The four frigate groups on the flanks are to wrap around at best speed and hit the Privateers from the sides. While that's happening, I want the fighters and bombers from both heavy frigate groups to move ahead and strike from the rear."
Larraq switched his gaze to the small recording and the data that scrolled below it. "That one's a carrier." Larraq said as the publicly available details on the Tenloss design scrolled below the image. "I want all ships with Vulcan Cannons to focus fire on her hanger doors. If we do this right, we might prevent the bulk of their starfighters from ever coming into play."
He spared a moment to watch the map as events unfolded. He waited for confirmation signals to come from each formation and waited for each formation to adjust its course. Once he was sure that his orders had been received, Larraq switched his gaze and attention back to the main Republic Fleet. Half of it was racing forward at what was likely their best speed, the other half appeared to be lagging behind, but following diligently into combat range. "Turn all ships to face." Larraq said as he tried to recall the capabilities of the Republic Navy. He was not particularly familiar with their ship designs, but he was familiar enough with their tactics. Their navy generally favored mixed armament star destroyers supported by brawling frigates and cruisers with a light complement of long range weaponry. Supporting that would likely be a handful of escort corvettes and a large number of starfighter squadrons. The Republic had always loved their starfighters. "Spread out our formation." Larraq ordered as he again adjusted the holographic ships in the display to precisely where he wanted them. "I want the Concordia Dreadnoughts on the far edges of a line, Kandosii Dreadnoughts next, followed by one Jahaatir and Krayt, one Keldabe, one Mircin, one Keldabe, one Jahaatir and a Krayt, and the Skira and Ulur'uur frigates at the center of the line."
As one, the formation of warships shifted as if in a dance. Between the Mandalorian Fleet and that of the Republic, the asteroids that had previously been protecting them from the Galactic Alliance ships were now blocking line of sight between themselves and the Republic forces. "I want Ewar spread as evenly over their fleet as possible." Larraq said aloud, trusting his officers to relay his orders to those that needed to hear them. "Prioritize Jamming Beams on the largest Republic ships first, the Alliance ships second, and the larger escorts third. I want weight of fire focusing on their cruisers first and foremost. Do your best to target one cruiser at a time. The first three missile salvos for the Skira and Kandosii will be Ram'or Assault Missiles. Two Ion and a Proton. Followed by four salvos of standard assault warheads."
It would be a while before anything was close enough to engage with assault missiles, but Larraq's men would need time to load the massive warheads and arrange them in the correct order. "Once the Republic Navy is in weapon's range, I want the entire formation to rise up on ventral thrusters until each ship is fully clear of the asteroids." Larraq said as he glanced out the forward window at the nearest of the massive rocks. "We will hold a line of battle at this position and wait for them to approach. In the meantime... Lets give them a reason to get closer. I want one of the Ulur'uur frigates to broadcast white noise on every frequency. Realspace, subspace, and hyperspace. I don't want a single message coming or going from anyone in the system. And..." Larraq said, pausing for a moment to consider his plans. "I want the broadcasting Ulur'uur frigate to remain in position behind the asteroids."
Hyperion Security had dealt with operating without comms before. Courtesy of [member="Ayden Cater"] of all people. The Skira could continue to receive sensor data from the two Ulur'uur frigates still actively scanning... And so long as she remained just a little lower than the rest of the formation, she could continue to transmit map and targeting data via her LOS comm lasers. Which was a considerable step up from blinking the external lights at one another, or sending some poor sod out onto the hull with mag-boots and signal flags. For now though... orders given and ships in position... Larraq could only wait for the Republic Fleet to get into range.
A glance at the map told him that his forces in the asteroid belt were almost in position. Little green icons swirled through the rocks surrounding the massive station. In just a few more moments, they would charge the privateer fleet with everything they had.
---ACE Pilots
Angel Bes'uliik Starfighter ([member="Arrbi Betna"]) Solo
Angel Bes'uliik Starfighter ([member="Anija Betna"]) + 12x Bes'uliik Starfighters Escorting Kessel's Pride (pilot [member="Jack Raxis"])
(TLDR)
Every Mandalorian Frigate, Corvette, Starfighter, Bomber, Transport, exc is maneuvering to surround James Justice's fleet and attack from all sides at once. (except top and bottom)
Primary Mandalorian Fleet re-organized into a line of battle. 1 Concordia on either end, Skira in the center, everything else mirrored along either side.
One of the Ulur'uur Frigates has begun broadcasting white noise on every available frequency On one frequency in particular, a video of a young Hutt singing and dancing was heard instead of white noise.
Objective: Currently Unknown Location: Nickel One Command Center. Allies: @Markus Lok Enemies: Unknown Others: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Janira Fenni"] Gear: Signature
The Sith Lord nodded, shaking visibly. The only thing keeping him upright and semi-stable at the moment was the knowledge that Abigail was on board and he needed to keep her safe. Vulkan couldn't trust anyone but himself with her evacuation, and at the moment with the Republic Fleet arriving it was unlikely any ships would be allowed to leave unscathed. So for now she was stuck here, but the beast raged, just held behind the bars of the Sith Lord's will. Pain still filled his features, hidden behind the visor and helmet, and his muscles remained strained, as though holding something back. "Very well Senator. Obra-skai. Its neutral, and I will see what can be done, but I have my doubts of the Republic. I do not remember the last time Mandalore could look to the Republic as an ally."
Vulkan looked around, noting the Jedi Master still standing with them. His comm buzzed and his faith in the Republic diminished just a little more. "Mandalorian fighters are reporting Republic ships firing on civilians attempting to flee Nickel One." He sighed, tugging just a little on the Force to make sure he still had a grip on the power he had brought into himself. His temperature was still hot and he was still burning up, a cold sweat on covering his body, and his heart rate closing in on two hundred. "I have to continue to secure the facility. You have my word I will do my best to minimize casualties. See to it the Republic is fixed Master Jedi." With that Vulkan did the only other thing he could. He went back to purging this station of its False Republic forces. "Take this. Its the holorecordings I took."
Too many atrocities had been caused by the Republic today. Vulkan knew where the lines were, he regularly crossed them and danced on them. But this was the Republic, and he had agreed to fight them honorably if it should come to it. The Republic hadn't even bothered with a formal declaration of war, but it was here. The Sith Lord would give his allies in the True Republic a chance, one shot to make this right. And if they didn't, Vulkan would see to it that the every world between Roche and Chazwa burned to ashes and cinders.
The Sith Lord made his way back to the Supreme Commanders Wolf's Lair Command Center of Nickel One. [member="Marcus Lok"] was within, doing his slicing thing along with several Mandalorian warriors and Republic troops left by Korr. With a nod from the Sith the Mandalorians relieved them of their weapons and quietly moved them into a corner. The Akaan'drahr spoke to them, "So long as you cooperate, once the battle is over, you are free to go. No other terms and conditions."
"Vod. I need you to do something for me. Get me a copy of all security recordings in Nickel One. And check them to ensure they haven't been doctored. Besides from that, lock large Republic groups in between bulkheads and give our boys that are advancing so assistance. If you could operate as Command and Control for the station it would be most appreciated."
The Sith Lord himself was up to far more nefarious plots. Deep in the Command Center of Nickel one, the Sith Lord's dark presence grew and expanded out, seeing all the little twinkling lights of people throughout the stations and in the stars nearby. He could see the Dark that surrounded Ember, and the little bright light that was Abigail, still safe, worried about her father but unharmed.
"Kark." The expletive was made entirely to herself as the comms cut off in a burst of white noise, and Juwiela fumbled for a moment to flip the switch that would turn them off, much more concerned about the upcoming battle rather than a bit of static. That came fast enough with the shots fired their way, and though she managed to move fast enough to avoid the ion cannon she felt her ship rock slightly as plasma energy skimmed across her shields, the modified computers of her ship beeping out a warning. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Talking to herself helped keep her sane under the stressors of combat and being in command no less.
Being without a means of communication was likely one of the worst things that could have befallen them, given that there was a rookie among their ranks, but hopefully he would catch on soon enough. At this point he had to if he wanted to be in one piece in the hangar when this was all said and done. Now, had she been able to perceive the enemy vessel through physical means once the shields were dropped, it would have made the rest of the fight much easier and simpler to follow through with. However, she simply had to work with the cards she was dealt, and that meant playing a guessing game every now and again. So she pulled her ship around, roughly estimating where the shots had originated from and working from there.
That void in the Force was still meagerly detectable, but she knew better than to rely on it for anything else than a very impromptu guess as to his position. Thankfully she didn't have to, at least not entirely, as her ship's sensors were able to pick up what she couldn't visually perceive. Modified as they were, communicating the position of the other vessel through a system of beeps akin to Morse code, they still sufficed to get the point across to those that could interpret the message. Bringing her ship around, she fired red plasma in a short, staccato burst that would hopefully hit its target.
Location: The Central Hub, Messhall. Objective:Defend the Central Hub and survive. Allies: Saber Team, Republic security forces. Enemies: [member="Katalyn"] (NEARBY)--> [member="Rigor"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] Gear:Done posting it over again, check the signature please!
The three grenades wen't down O'Riley's corridor, most landing directly infront of the assault squad. His usual smack-talking was cut off as he looked down to the grenades, taking his finger of the trigger and halting his constant fire. "Grenade!" He yelled, swinging his cannon around and using the momentum from it to carry him into a dive away from the three grenades. As the rest of the marines quickly attempted to scramble for cover, the three grenades went off, spreading shrapnel and smoke through the air in the small corridor. One of the five marines that followed down the corridor with O'Riley was turned into a bloody pulp of white plating and red gore, there was no scream..No cry for assistance, just silence as part of his body was turned into a bloody mist.
Valkren perked up abit at the sound of the explosion, reaching down and setting his Z-6 Rotary cannon to the side, now shouldering his 'Valor' blaster rifle, facing it towards the middle corridor. He looked over his shoulder to one of the marines that sat with his barricade, speaking up "Move back to the messhall, get more ammunition for the big gun. Might want to drop your own weapon, you'll start running ammo from now on." The marine nodded, leaving his own Valor blaster behind for one of the others to use, and Valkren was already planning to put it to use. Valkren began to fire away down the corridor, as Michaels heaved one of the grenades directly over the barricade, sending it soaring.
O'Connor heard the explosion as well, moving over into cover and holding position. The commando and his men held their position on the right side, ready to take on anyone that decides to peak around the corner. O'Connor unclipped a single grenade from his own belt, rolling it to the mouth of the corridor, just to keep the hostiles away from their side.
O'Riley finally came to, lifting his head up, cannon along with him. He could see just enough through the visor to see one of the marines stand straight up in the midst of all the dust settling. The marine was in so much shock that he had no idea of the two mandalorians that came rushing around the corner. [member="Katalyn"] pumped the unsuspecting man full of plasma, each bolt that hit him spun him into a different direction until the body crumpled into the ground, his helmet rolling off into the pool of blood that was the previous marine. His pale face was directed straight toward the mandalorian that killed him, the young face's jaw was unhinged, eyes wide. O'Riley was furious, he pushed himself into a sitting position, using the settling smoke as cover as he lifted the Z-6 up, letting it loose as he yelled from behind his visor. He sprayed, aiming mainly for the mandalorian that had the ripper. He was aiming to kill, practically missing the female mandalorian that fell to the ground.
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(I figure since Valkren is nowhere near the murder inc people and I'm really trying to focus on the duel with [member="Katalyn"], I'll have some NPC's for the murder inc employees to fight to make it abit even over there if ya'll don't mind? Atleast until Valkren can or if he'll make it there.)
The same ten marines that were once on standby in the messhall were suddenly on the move toward the Central hub already, hearing reports of a horrible slaughter within the servers itself. It'd take them abit to get there, their armor plating clanking as they huffed at fullspeed down the tight corridors and sharp turns, one of the marines even tripping as they moved along. Their NCO stopped, barking commands and curses as he yanked the younger marine up to his feet. The NCO was the only one without a helmet on, in replace of that he had a Republic service cap turned backwards, just to display who was in charge to the other soldiers. It would take them a few moments to reach the Server room where the slaughter was taking place itself.
Location: With Juwiela and Rogue Squadron
Objective: Defend Roche
Allies: The Republic [member="Juwiela Melec"]
Enemies: Mandos & [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Stuff: shipcamo stuffmore camo stuff I don't get
With Comms down the former Dreadguard was trying his best not to freak out, for starters he had no one but himself to talk to. Secondly he wasn't what you called "A licensed pilot" he knew how to fly a star fighter but the level of tech that he was dealing with here was pretty beyond him. The sheer amount of buttons was absolutely mind boggling and it seemed like this machine had a button for everything, maybe there was something he could do.
Thinking back to when he was getting trained on the ships he remembered his instructor was a smooth talking imperial ace with an accent the was like warm velvety frosting on cake. So harkening back to the days as little Oddball the clone flashed back to a particular memory.
"Righto chap, so you're goin to pull up on the throttl en then prim ya canoons to fire and off the sorry sod." The Ace trainer said in the flashback.
"The %#$& are you saying?" mini oddball retorted.
Well that wasn't helpful.
Oddball cursed to himself and decided to play monkey see monkey do. Which meant do exactly what Juwiela does and hope not to die in the process. So as the ion blast skimmed past him weakening his shields to a point where a few shots from a canon would take him out. But for now the clone performed and stuck by Jewel's side.
When she started opening fire on the enemy ship that had uncloaked the clone did the same shooting at thr robust looking ship. Was he confused about the dog fighting, yes. Was Jewel reliable in this situation trying to hit a target she couldn't see? Maybe. Either way the shots fired and hopefully they would hit something.
"Take that you mando jerk! That'll teach you to exist!" Oddball said to himself.
Before Keira even recognized the bodies floating aimlessly through the void of space for what they were, the feeling of dread that washed through her communicated all that she needed to know and more. These were innocents, nothing more than civilians that had been caught in the crossfire, and they had been spaced in hopes of eliminating an elusive and deadly enemy that would only shrug at the effort, seal their armor and move on. Even for one that could likely be considered a war criminal herself on certain grounds, there were some actions that were inexcusable, and this had to nearly top the list. It only cemented her viewpoint that the only logical morality to follow was one's own, rather than that of a government so corrupt that it would sacrifice its own citizens to do nothing more than perhaps slow the enemy.
In this she stood by Lusk and the decision he had made, understanding full well his want for vengeance after all that had been witnessed since Chazwa, and the horrors of their first weeks in live combat on Contruum and Balmorra to boot. At this point they had all tired of taking orders from someone higher up, and they wanted to make decisions for themselves. And she didn't find it entirely too difficult to believe that the Republic was responsible for the order made. The chaos of the past few days lifted that doubt from her mind completely. But it meant they had a war on two fronts to deal with, if the Mandalorians didn't stand down as had been requested. Not that she minded kicking a few teeth in for the greater good.
Everything seemed to move at lightspeed from that point forward, and it felt as if mere seconds had passed when they finally arrived in a hangar, this time within Nickel One itself. It was anyone's guess as to where exactly they were, but so long as they weren't being fired upon immediately she wouldn't complain. Still, a sweep of the room had been made regardless, and she kept her ethereal senses extended outwards and beyond herself so as to not be caught unawares by anyone particularly trigger-happy. The comms had been cut, that much she was aware of, but that mattered little when verbal communication and hand signals were perfectly capable of stepping in. While it may have slowed down those ill-prepared, they would push on, as always.
"Don't count ourselves in the clear just yet. Unless they recognize themselves as friendly without question, any Mandalorians are still potentially hostile. I wouldn't count on a welcoming party from the Republic either. We're not on anybody's good side." Not that any of them cared in the least. They were each other's backup. One hand strayed to the saber at her hip, though she didn't quite take it in hand, not wanting to put any of them on edge more than was necessary. Everyone was shaken up enough after what stunt the Supreme Commander had pulled. Force help any enemy that dared to cross them at this point.
Location: The Central Hub
Enemies: [member="Agamemnon"]
Allies: The Republic
Gear: Sig + 5 frag grenades
Sofia could see the undead heading in her direction. Soldiers, familiar faces, people she had seen around the barracks were dead and heading towards her. Their clumsy movements sent chills down her spine. They were not the men she had once known. Sofia wanted to cry, scream and call their creator a monster but she had to control herself. She had to survive.
Taking a minute to calm her nerves Sofia reloaded her sniper rifle and carefully aimed at the zombies' heads. "One," she counted as she fired her first shot. Counting when carefully taking out a horde was a habit of hers. It helped to calm her nerves. "Two. Three. Four. Five. Six." Each shot was accompanied by the distinctive crack of a sniper rifle.
The horde did not stop. They kept approaching. Perhaps a better idea would to disable their leader - a huge droid. Placing the crosshairs over his head, she pull the trigger and fired her weapon.
LOCATION: Nickel One ALLIES: GR and allies - Sabena Shai (?) ENEMIES: Mando & co - [member="Ember Rekali"] Falcon Gyndar GEAR: Lightsaber, Robe of the warrior, extra lightsabre, medical equipment, needle and thread
Mantic frowned. He had sensed several disturbances in the force. Those were to be expected in times of a battle however and he had pushed on. If this was true, if [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] had surrendered herself to the mandalorians the Republic would face even more problems soon. He had met the minister of intelligence and the interim leader of the Galactic Republic, acted as her escort to both Mandalorians and the Techno union. He did not see her going traitor as well. But one could never be sure.
He braced himself from any emotions though - they would not help him if this was to become a fight, and from what he could see there was no reasoning with the two mandalorians, who's minds slowly were slipping from the light and into the shadows...
Their spite and longing for vengeance seemed to hold them in its clutches tight. Mantic took a deep sigh and refocused.
"I can then only urge to your heart, if there is still light in it. Release the minister and resume any talks about peace with her. This is war and nothing good will come from it. Both sides are doomed to make tragic decisions. Innocent always are the victims. If Jedi are turning on the republic I fear the darkness, the one that is reaching for your mind at this very moment is stronger then either of us could have expected here. You know what I speak of, break free..." he attempted while fixing eyes with [member="Ember Rekali"] for a short moment.
He took another step forward casting an eye around him to identify various items and objects that might have an impact on the coming fight.
"Release the minister and help her bring back peace to these two former allies. That is the right thing to do."
Location: Nickle One
Objective: War
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]
Allies: Civilians, Most Mandalorians
His CM-fragstorm barked again as another Republic trooper came out to try and slow him from his March toward the Republic hanger. The smell of carbon smoke hung in the air like fog in a mountain slope as his boots thumped like wardrums on the duracrete floor.
He could feel his lightsaber on his belt but he hoped it didn't need to be used today. His gauntlets had enough tricks for these half trained children troopers. He had hoped to stay out of this, he had hoped to talk and go home like most old Warriors dreamed but killing women, children, family...that wouldn't do. His green-grey eyes looked out from the "T" of the mask of Mand'alor and rested on a Jedi. He slowly turned and cocked his fragstrom.
"Should've stayed home Jetiise." His mechanical sounding voice echoed in the hall.
Location: Nickel One
Objective:
1) Determine the identity of her attacker
2) Defeat said attacker
Allies: The Jedi Order, The Galactic Republic, The Galactic Alliance, The Civilians of Nickel One
Enemies: Tralik U'rik
"...There's plenty of me to go around!" The massive man announced joyfully after deflecting one of Alyona's less exuberant blows. "You're certainly right about that." Alyona replied, maintaining her emotional balance by enjoying the battlefield banter. She spun her blade around with the flick of her wrist, circling to her right after the example her opponent set. In order to learn his dance, she had to let him lead, knowing full well he was doing the same to her. Alyona focused on giving less away, reserving her strength and instead getting to know her opponent. The aplomb with which he seemed to regard their confrontation told her little things about him. She was still trying to pin down his species, but knew him to be self-centered, inwardly thinking. This could make him an adept preservationist, but could also mean he were susceptible to sticking his neck out too far not thinking he'd lose it. The manner in which he spoke, using words and phrases that attempted to assert control; this told Alyona that he was used to getting what he wanted. With that strength, it wouldn't be hard...Alyona thought, ducking a swing of the battleaxe and stepping to the right. Even his compliments were laced with such language and his objectification of her as a potential date supported her theory.
As her opponent began to draw back the spiked tip of the warhammer Alyona leaped, conducting an aerial over and passed toward her right (his left) whilst pouring her focus into the energies pent up within the vessel's fuel cells. Alyona landed, and instead of engaging her adversary once more, she continued several meters and clambered onto the hull of the crashed shuttle in which he'd arrived, turning to face him from a position of elevation. "You'll not have me I'm afraid." Alyona called as fires from the destroyed vessel cast her shadow across his form. Her bosom looked quite appealing at the moment, in such lighting. The strength of the Force within her remained fixated upon the energy contained by the fuel cells, building constantly as she wasted his time. "I'm just not that kinda girl. But you can tell me who you are, what you are." Luke Skywalker's lightsaber hummed in the fiery light, casting a green glow along the gleaming hull of the ruined shuttle. "Must be something impressive to be this...monstrous."
Location: Central Hub
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemy: [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Gear: same as before
As she looked at her smouldering shoulder, a load red stuff splattered her. She turned to look where it came from, the mandalorian she was with had his armed ripped of by the chain gun. His body then slumped to floor, as blood began to pour out of it, on to cold white metallic floor. She just began to stair at it, his life was over and it only just begun. She would have some vengeance for him, that`s all she could do. Though a large part of her did not want to advance any more, she was near shell shocked by it. Arkrad realising what happened, shouted at he Katalyn get your head back into the game. He was down to just him and her, one wounded warrior who could only fire the odd gun, and another taking his sweat time about getting supplies up here. His advance had well and truly been stopped, until reinforcements arrived this this was know a holding pattern. He could hear some republic troops crying in pain, he then shouted out to his opposite number, he was going to do a little localised diplomacy, as it would buy him time for more troops to arrive.
Republic, do you want get your wound out of here, I can give you ten minutes max as long as you don`t fire, we won't. You have my word of honour, as a mandalorian and a warrior. The time would let katalyn come round, and see if their was anything they could do for the guy bleeding out with no arm. As well as give them time for the more troops and ammo to come up, time was on their side. It made perfect sense to him, he just wondered if his counter part would take him up on the offer.
Location: The Central Hub
Allies: A horde of Mandalorians
Enemy: [member="Vulpesen"]
Sabine realised he had a mask on, she reached out with her minds eye to crush it into his face. It would break the seal and let the gas, and cause him a lot of pain. As she began she could hear the four lightsaber`s rising behind her, she jumped away from him so he was left in the gas, and whilst in mid air turned to block the incoming attacks form the lightsabers, she kept up the pressure on his, as she jumped she began to pull on it as well. She was not quite sure how he could control four lightsabers at once, and most take up most of his concentration. As the most people can do is one thing with each hand, that she seen before, no matter soon he would have gas in his lungs, and then pounding can begin. As she braced herself to stop the lightsabers attacks.
