Capitalist with a Gun: Mandalorian Invasion of Roche (Mando vs Republic)

[Faith Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Discussion with Ember Rekali[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith had been on her way home to Aldera for much needed rest when news that the Mandalorians were raiding Roche came. Invasions into Republic territory were to be expected as they tried to repair the damage done by the most recent traitor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Within the time that Faith gave the pilot the order to head back to Chazwa, she received another communication.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Field Marshall Rekali. "How interesting, I wonder"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She read his communique with curiosity and then drafted one back to him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Greetings Field Marshall,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]I agree let us talk, I can be at your location in two jumps. I will come with only one of personal guard, for reasons that if I don’t my mother would be quite upset, and as I know you know the value of family I hope you will allow me to give this one comfort to my mother.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Senator Faith Organa[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Captain we have another change, take me to an Asteroid named Nickel One” Faith went back to her communications and sent others off to her mother, to let her know where she was going, and asking if there was any advice that she could give.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Then she did something else,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Uncle [member="Ordo"],[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]I am meeting with Field Marshall [member="Ember Rekali"] regarding the Roche system, the mandalorians are trying to take control of it from the Republic.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Can you offer any advice?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Her Uncle would know more about the Clan leader and his personality than anyone else.[/SIZE]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Chazwa
Senators: [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Khyros Sunblade"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]


The Senate Hall in Chazwa was not as pristine as it once was. Cracks on the walls and bits of debris on the floors bore the trademark of a recent battle. The failed coup was now a blemish to the Republic. Kay and a few of the other Senators asked for some of the heads of the companies to come to the hall to discuss the differences between the coup government and the real Republic. It was a strategy that she wasn't sure would work, but it was worth a shot.

Kay had high hopes for the Republic and she felt guilty for having voted to give Gen the powers that she needed. In truth she was blackmailed into her vote, but the details of that was her own secret to keep.

Commenor,the planet that she represented was heavy in trade. The taxes and business that it provided the Republic had it ranked as one of the top ten worlds, so she felt as though she had a good position to be here. Today's meeting was not going to take place in pods separating everyone, but face to face. At least in Kay's point of view, it would make the meeting more personal.

She was nervous about this meeting, more so as she didn't quite know what to expect than having a feeling that she'd lose. Once the others arrived however, her confidence would surely build.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: [member="Abigail Kallisto"] | [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Zak Dymo"]
Objective: Purge
Equipment: Signature

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yy2c3-2SJXw​

The Force churned around Vulkan, aching and crackling with energy. The Republic ruled this precious rock. The Republic that took everything from him. That hunted him like a dog. That tried to turn his brothers and sisters on him when they had turned down his aid long before his fall. This Republic would fall if it was the last thing Vulkan did in his life. Fear and anxiety filled Nickel One. Every warrior felt a twinge of fear during battle, but warriors and soldiers were men of courage and strength, both Republic and Mandalorian. But courage was not the absence of Fear. Courage was being able to feel it and keep driving forward anyway. Courage could be removed, but not Fear. Vulkan was Fear.

As the shield wall proceeded into the asteroid several rows deep with rifle carrying warriors following behind, the Sith Lord moved. He could feel Abigail behind him, and Mirshko Betna, the daughter of Arrbi Betna. Vulkan didn't know what possessed Arrbi, to trust the man that broke Arrbi's wife with his daughter. Certainly, in his shoes Vulkan would have just killed the perpetrator, not ask him to babysit. That said, Vulkan wished no harm to the girl, and the fact that she was here put him at ease. No true Jedi would endanger a teenager and a preteen over something as meaningless as territory. "Keep moving." His order was short, barked through the Comm-link. As much as he wanted to guide Abigail through her first battle, this one was too important to handicap himself.

Through the power of the Force, Vulkan reached into the fear around him, slowly growing around him, through out the asteroid that was nickel one. Emergency lights were on, the main ones pulled away, probably to power things like planetary grade shields, but the flickering emergency lights would be cause for alarm, especially for the thousands of Verpine that called the rock home. First was the build up, the calm before the storm. Later would come the storm. "Take up positions. No doubt the Republic has pulled to other vital sectors." This sector was one of many atmospheric scrubbers, but the loss of a few in a battle could be catastrophic very quickly, and so the Mando'ade began shoring up for the storm to defend the scrubber, with hope that the Republic wouldn't target such a thing.

But Vulkan shored up with hopes of luring a Jedi to his waiting jaws, feeling the Force ripple with emotion as the stand off slowly began the shift from bristling at one another guns drawn to a blood bath. Once that happened he would be waiting to crush the Republic's fighting spirit.

OOC

Spoiler

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[Krenis Skirata]

The True Republic
Edge of Roche system
Allies: Everyone and no one
Enemies: Everyone and no one

Family was everything. Thus spake the Mando'ade and Resol'nare. Thus spake the Grand Army of the Republic, bred for a different war, while its survivors trickled back into conscious awareness. Thus spake any military organization that stood next to each other in combat. Thus held Krenis Skirata, Alpha-class clone trooper 93, known centuries ago as Captain Fury before adoption into the clans, and now returned to Republic military service just in time to relive the worst days of his life. A traitor within the Republic itself manipulating clones into enforcing a bid for power, assaulting the Jedi enclave, and enforcing tyranny.

But what happened when family member pitted itself against family member? Krenis was as Republic as he was child of Mandalore. Or perhaps he was more Mandalorian, being raised from birth and accelerated aging under the tutelage of infamous Jango Fett. The Republic had been struck a blow from the inside and was not what it had been before.

So Krenis and his renegade band of new generation ARCs, along with whatever loyalist Republic personnel they could salvage from Chazwa were sitting in dark silence around the stolen and hastily repaired frigate. Krenis himself sat in his command chair, watching the displays as the gears began to turn. His brothers and sisters against others of his brothers and sisters. Many would die today and no matter what side he took, he would be betraying his family.

So he sat and brooded, chin resting on his uninjured arm while the other sat in a bacta-infused cast. His equipment was stacked next to him in case it became necessary, but he fervently wished it would not be so. Family was everything and he would not take arms against family. Nor would his soldiers, having been escorted safely from the clones on Chazwa with Mandalorian assistance and sheltered on Mandalore. Many of the ARCs had finalized their training and been inducted fully into the Mandalorian clans and found themselves in the same situation as he.

The only sound was the sound of life support as it filtered air through the ship, recycling their carbon dioxide and converting it back into breathable atmosphere, backed by the steady hum of the engines. Krenis tapped slowly on the edge of his chair, watching things unfold with a gritted jaw and clenched fist.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Location: The Central Hub
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: [member="Lord Gaius"], Mandalorians
Gear: Sig + 5 frag grenades

News of the Mandalorians' attack had spread to the Republic and Sofia, as a member of the Army was sent to assist in the defence of the Central Hub from the incoming attack. Sofia had arrived at the location promptly and set up her sniper's nest atop the roof of the building. She laid on the roof with her sniper rifle in hand, her blaster rifle within an arm's reach and shotgun slung across her back. No matter what she had to keep the shotgun on her person should a Mandalorian breach the building and come up on the roof to face her in close quarters combat.

Sofia looked through around carefully, trying not to be spotted by any incoming Mandalorians. Using the telescopic vision function of her helmet, she zoomed up on anything that seened suspicious to confirm what they were. She lay as still as she could, careful to not attract the attention of the incoming Mandalorians and enjoyed every moment of peace she could before the battle began as she knew that once the battle begun, she would forget the meaning of the word.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Rochie Space
Allies: Republic
Enemies: Mandos and co.
Equipment:

Spoiler

Twilight Fox Armor, Truth Sin Lightsaber(gained here), Obi-Wan Kenobi's second lightsaber(sans crystal), a Dragoon Blaster Pistol. Three Rhak Skuri Gas cannisters, Kits Yelp Bracer(With ten extra belts), his personal lightsaber, three EMP grenades, two frag grenades, and 8 miscelanious lightsabers(gained from a purged auction), Three totems of Familiars(kath hound, Kreehawk, Acklay), Shadow Fox Amulet
Average Weight: 20.2 kg/44.5 lbs.(zorren strength makes this feel more like 30 lbs) (yeah, I know it looks like a lot)

"Time to go." Those were the last words Vulpesen spoke as he hopped into the Vixen and blasted away from Chazwa, making his way to the Roche asteroids as fast as possible. He had only just recharter himself into the Republic and already there were fights breaking out. "Just like the old days, eh Ace?" The wolf gave an affirmative woof and maneuvered in his piloting rig. He had promised the Republic his aid, and they would have it.

Now, as his ship exited Hyperspace, he started to weave through the asteroids, towards the main asteroid where the main base, Nickel One could be seen. Hopefully he would make it past the Mandalorian ships without getting blown to bits. He was admittedly not the best pilot with average skills at best. But if he could make it to the ground, then maybe he could start dealing some damage.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: The GR and the JO
Enemies: Mando & co - [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Objective: Defend Roche
Equipment: Lightsaber, robes of the warrior, spare lightsaber, medical supplies


The jedi had arrived to Roche as fast as they had been able to respond to the Republics call for aid. As the coup on chazwa had thrown the Republic into a bloody inernal conflict naturally those seeking to take advantage of the current state of the republic would seize this opportunity and prey on the wounded entity.
That was sadly something that was to be expected.

But Mantic could never have guessed those attackers would be the mandalorians.

He had been torn, felt his shoulders slump at the news of this aggression on the Republic. The Mandalorians had stood for a something that urged for war, some even worshiped war as a religion of sorts. This Mantic did not agree with but during his time helping the mandalorians on several of their own struggles versus the sith and their endless armies he had also found honor and friendship in the Mandalorian ranks. Over and over again the mandalorian had on their side declared friendship with the republic.
This attack did not make sense. They seemed to blame the republic for trying to take Tenloss an old company owned by the former Supreme chancellor [member="Popo"] from them.

Seeing and hearing what hecould pick up from the shuttles and landing sites on Roche there were no republic interest in Tenloss. The traitor and usurper on Chazwa was not the republic, she was a dictator and one that was to be brought to trial for her crimes.
This all appeared as a scam on major proportions and it was going to make the republic bleed in a time when they instead could have used their friends. Now was the time when the republic would have needed their allies to aid them and help them with their own inner conflict that had cast its shadow over Chazwa. Mantic shook his head as he made his way out of the landing transport. and started to don his armor. It had seen alot during its days and it was not his first one.
Everytime he had returned home he had hoped it would be the last armor he would need to wear but alas, that was not his destiny.

As he prepared himself he watched the city in front of him. the republic men and women were greeted by Verpines, who seemed just as confused as the republicans about what was happening.

Who was going to benefit from this? He was certain many mandalorians must feel hesitant about attacking a friend in the back, it was not their way. Well, at least not from what Mantic had seen when fighting alongside them in the past. But maybe things had changed, maybe new leaders meant a new culture entering their ranks. Maybe the Mandalorians no longer stood by their past honor. Perhaps they had fallen, like so many in the galaxy seemed to do in these perilous times. But then they would not have needed an excuse for an attack. Then they should only have declared war openly. That was the mandalorian way, not to find political excuses for starting a war.
Maybe, there was more behind this than they knew themselves. Was it a coincidence that Tenloss along with the mandalorians were prepared to launch a massive invasion in 24 hours at the exact time as [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] launched her attempted coup and caused enough confusion to allow [member="Popo"] his move?
Was it a coincidence that at the moment the Primevil stopped attacking Mandalorian space that the Mandalorians turned on the Republic? No, the dark powers at work here were obvious. Where the source derived from however, was very unclear.

The landing site was starting to grow thinner as soldiers and refugee helpers ran off to organize themselves.The power was being cut in parts of the city and while reserve generators most likely would kick in soon - this was a clear and common signal on that the invaders were preparing an attack.
Mantic still hoped that the senate and the supreme commander [member="Ali Hadrix"] could talk sense to the attackers but seeing the signs and feeling the urge in the force. He doubted that whatever was behind this scheme was going to allow a peaceful outcome. Instead it would most likely be very prepared to keep the Mandalorians and their allies in a tight leash until the deed was done.
Death was coming and he started to prepare himself mentally, that today was not going to be a day of peace, but one of blood and suffering.

With the last pieces of the armor in place Mantic grabbed the rest of his gear and set out. Following a group of civilian aid workers for a while he ventured further into the city. Aid workers were a constant companion of the Republic army these days and kept reminding Mantic of that there were other heroes then soldiers in this war. Unsung heroes, but equally brave.

It was at this time he stopped and sensed something. A presence in the force arriving from the other side of Nickel One. It was not dark... A fellow jedi that had ventured the same way as he? Unlikely, the number of jedi arriving here could be counted easily and Mantic had taken this direction on his own.

The Jedi Master had however on not a few occasions met sith who could disguise or blur their affinity with the dark side. He had to be careful on this approach.

Never the less he abandoned the trail of the aid workers and made his way down a narrow alley leading toward the source that he had felt, [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Captain Larraq"]

Greetings Field Marshall, I agree let us talk, I can be at your location in two jumps. I will come with only one of personal guard, for reasons that if I don’t my mother would be quite upset, and as I know you know the value of family I hope you will allow me to give this one comfort to my mother. Senator Faith Organa

Location: Nickel One, Front Door to the Mando Quarter, Folding Chair
Allies: None nearby
Enemies: Will be tangling with [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Gear/Vehicle: As noted in signature.


Ember eyed the return message and composed one in response.

Senator Organa-

Be careful entering the system and approaching Nickel One. The local Mandalorian population has noted a Republic army attempting to sneak into Nickel One and fortify the feth out of it. I'm getting reports that Republic and Mandalorian fleets are in-system, though no shots have been fired. I'll pass the word to the Mandalorian fleet commander that a diplomatic transport is inbound. Feel free to bring the guard. I'll be waiting by the main door to the Mando Quarter.


After a moment's thought, he drafted a second message.

Rally Master Larraq-

A diplomatic transport will enter the Roche system soon. It contains a Mandalorian and will probably be flying under Republic telesponders. It will be coming to Nickel One to meet with me on a mission that may be crucial to our objectives here. Please see to it that the transport gets to Nickel One safely. After they get here, I'll handle security as best I can. This place is crawling with dug-in Republic troops and materiel. They've been trying to keep a low profile, I think, but they seem to have forgotten that Mandalorians live here. I assume you already know from local sources; just making sure.

Field Marshal Rekali

Pressure built in his mind; he cleared it away, beginning to shine softly. The city was rank with fear, and someone was amplifying it. Three guesses who.

 

[Katalyn]

Location: Hanger Bay
Allies: Vod
Objective: Get into the Combat zone, meet up with other players and fight.
Enemies: The Republic

All of a sudden a rally master shouted in loud and bellowing voice, ​"ALL OF YOU GET IN TO THE DROP SHIP WE ARE GOING IN!" The hanger bay cheered and scream in delight, and mandalorians started to pile into the dropships. Some would go down to the battle on basilisk war droid, she had not earned that honour yet, she was going down with the bulk of mandalorians warriors in a Rodarch-Class LAAT shuttles. As she boarded the shuttle and strapped her self, she looked around at all her other vod, and began to grin as she was with the best of best in the galaxy for war. She then felt the shuttle take off, and one of the mandalorians rally masters began to sing.....

IS THIS THE REAL LIFE?
​IS THIS JUST FANTASY?

​​Then others began to join in

​THEY ARE CAUGHT IN LANDSILDE
THEY HAVE NO ESCAPE FROM REALILTY
​THEY OPENED UP THERE EYE`S
​THEN LOOKED UP TO SKY`S AND SEEN

​​Then everyone including her began to sing, this was great.

​I AM JUST A MANADALORIAN, I HAVE NO SYMPATHY
​BECAUSE YOUR EASY COME, EASY GO
​ANYWAY WE BLOW YOU, DOESN`T REALLY MATTER TO ME, TO ME

​MAMA WE JUST KILLED SOME MEN
​PUT GUNS AGAINST THEIR HEADS
​PULLED THE TRIGGERS NOW THEY ARE DEAD
​NOW WE GONE AND THROWEN THEM ALL IN A DITCH
​MAMA oooo
THEY DON`T WANT TO DIE
​SOME TIME THEY WISH THEY NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL

​She then they began, banging on her helmet on her knee in tune with rest of the platoon.

THEY ARE JUST SILHOUETTE OF MEN
​they are very scared
​they are very scared
​can`t even do a firing line
​OUR FIRING LINE IS MANGIFICO
​MANGIFICO
​MANGIFICO-ooo-ooo

THEY ARE EASY COME EASY GO, WE WILL NOT LET THEM GO
​MANDALORAINS, NO, WE NOT LET THEM GO, LET THEM GO
MANDALORIANS, WE NOT LET THEM GO, LET THEM GO
MANDALORIANS, WE NOT ​ LET THEM GO, LET THEM GO
​WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO
​WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
​OH MAMA MIA, MAM MIA
​YOU GAVE ME BESKAR ARMOUR
​FOR ME
FOR ME

​​She banging her helmet and shaking her head back forth, making her hair go all over the show. It did not matter to her at the end of battle, she would have bucket head anyway.

​SO YOU THINK YOU CAN SHOOT AT ME, AND STAB ME IN THE EYE
​SO YOU THINK YOU CAN INJURE, ME AND LEAVE ME TO DIE
​OH BABY, YOU CAN`T DO THAT TO US
​YOU JUST GOT TO GET RIGHT OUT, RIGHT OUT OUR WAY

She began to shake her head more vigorously than before​, and the din they where making on the helmets was getting louder.

O​OH YEAH, OOH YEAH

Then people began stamping there feet​, as well banging on their helmets, making one hell of a racket

YOU REALLY DON`T MATTER TO ME
​ANYONE CAN SEE
YOU REALLY DON`T MATTER
​YOU REALLY DON`T MATTER
​TO ME
ANYWAY WE CAN BLOW YOU UP

As​ they sang the shuttle began heading in convoy with other shuttle, with fighter protection and the war droids towards their landing zone..........


​

 

[Khyros Sunblade]

Location: Chazwa
Senators: [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="lady kay"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]


What dire times it truly was to be a newly elected Senator. The former Prime Minister had attempted to forge the Republic into her vision of what it should be, and in the process alienated corporations and allies alike. It have even culminated in an assault on the Republic Capital itself! Khyros would have been here when it happened if it hadn't been for engine trouble on his transport. Now he was here, and he had to help with the clean up.

He stepped through the rubble that still remained in the streets as he and his small squad of guards made their way towards the Senate building. The soldier in him wanted to shuck off his suit and start helping with the clean up efforts directly. The Justice in him wanted to find who was responsible and hold them accountable in front of the Galaxy. He was here in neither of those roles, however. His role was to get his now fellow Senators to bind together to help avert further devastation.

His guards joined with the other senatorial guardsmen outside the Senate chamber as he made his way inside. As of yet only a few Senators had arrived, along with a woman that few in Galactic circles could help but to recognize, Danger Arceneau. Surprisingly, he was quite glad she was here. As the owner of one of the largest corporations in the galaxy, if she was still willing to treat with the Republic, then things should still go well indeed.

"Senator Khyros Sunblade of Arkania!" The sergeant-at-arms announced as he stepped over the threshold. This was technically his first day on the job, though he doubted he'd even be offered the chance to give an introductory speech. He didn't want to, in either case. He wanted to get down to work. He strode forward, stopping within conversational distance of Danger, but trying very hard to not crowd her, he knew that his size could be seen as intimidating, and he wanted none of the posturing that people with his size typically caused, whether intentional or not.

"Ms. Arceneau, it is truly a pleasure to see you here." He said as he offered her his hand.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Test the Jedi, and whomever else should arrive.
Allies: The Mandalorians, in theory more than practice
Enemies: [member="Barrien Siegfried"] and other Republic forces
Gear: Hands of the Master, Gourd of Doom (full of mulled wine), Flash-bangs (6), Thermal detonators (5), a packet of vending machine cookies, a straw hat, and his silk robes.




The Grandmaster had no need to board the space station. He had been there for two days, drinking and waiting for the inevitable invasion. The useful thing of being an oracle was that you could sense trouble coming, and you could sniff it out, or avoid it. Today was not a battle to avoid. To be frank, he cared little who won or lost. In the end, the Mandalorians and the Republic weren't particularly important to him as rulers or leaders. However, the Jedi were.


An oracle, even one who spent half his time punching people's teeth out, could easily see what was next. The galaxy was on the verge of something grand, something dangerous. Frankly, the conflict now was just a symptom of greater chaos. He could not leave the situation purely in the hands of the Monet Kyrnet, or the Salai Kasi. A new heir would be needed. One who could replace him, should things go awry. This fight, and the net few to come, would allow him to find a truly worth y successor. Or just get himself killed prematurely. Either way, it'd prove interesting. He walked down the street, hands tucked into his sleeves, hat concealing his face. He smirked as he saw a man approach, leading evacuees. "You, young man," he said, not raising his voice. "We will speak. But first, I will let those who flee keep moving. I desire no innocents in the crossfire of what occurs next. Simply because a conflict is inevitable does not mean there cannot be a delay for the sake of others, after all," he said, bowing calmly.



He could see the other man's aura with his force vision. Clouded blue, with a shine like steel and militant discipline. There was a slight poise of a warrior, mixed with a tinge of conviction. His sense of honor shone like a light. His body, suffused in a soft glow of the force, was trying to stay within the light, but seeds of doubt and anger existed within the man. He was hopeful. If this Lance-wielding hero could not teach him something, then he would be surprised. He nodded to the man. "Tell me when you are ready to fight. I am afraid I cannot allow you to pass. However, the others with you are free to flee to safety," he said, his arms folded in his sleeves, his voice growing slightly more stern. He may not be sane, and he may be a drunken wastrel, but he was still a drunken wastrel who cared for the innocent.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Location: The Central Hub
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Sofia Annesley"], Republic
Gear: Vibroknucklers, CZ-835, CZ-839, CZ-840, Beskar'gam

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Upon deployment, Gaius towered over many others. He was already a tall man, standing at six-foot-three, but his beskar'gam added an extra five inches. Thick plates. The smith liked to keep himself safe. Nexu hide was draped over his shoulders, Terentatek tusks adorned his helm as horns, while the hide had been stripped, boiled and cut into a neck brace. He wanted to appear fearsome. War was the Mandalorian way, and inspiring fear was just one of many aspects of war. He looked a formidable foe, but not for long. His eyes darted across his internal HUD, activating the photosensitive plates. His armor began to meld into the foreground, meager camouflage.

He activated the infrared sight. Internal comlink was online and the inbuilt recorder was live. One could say he hit the ground running, but it was the others who were running. Gaius wasn't looking to be cannon fodder. He stuck back, allowing the photosensitive crystals to blend him into the environment, appearing merely as an outlined shadow of an armored man. They had been instructed to reduce casaulties, but he didn't expect the same courtesy from the Republic, yet he would not broke that order. Mandalorians were honorable. If they swore in agreement, they would stick to it. He kept his hand on his machine pistol, 5mm stun rounds loaded.

He moved towards the complex, his eyes drifting to the roof as his helmets on-board infrared sight caught the warm body of someone lying down. Sniper.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Location: Nickel One
Roche Asteroids
Allies: [member="Cennika Hawk"] & Mandalorians
Enemies: The Republic

…the Transport had come to the Roche Asteroid Belt several days ago as part of a routine patrolling mission. The Mandalorians had maintained a presence of Nickel One for years so it was not unusual for a capital ship to patrol the system. The Krayt Class Light Cruiser disembarked soon thereafter however two occupants had decided to remain. Rally Master ahn-Dross and [member="Cennika Hawk"] were still on Nickel One now. The Soldier had decided to stay on for a short while seeing as how he’d only ever visited the asteroid belt sparsely and he thought that –maybe- precious minerals might be mined so that a suitable armor could be made for Cennika. Naimes didn’t doubt her prowess nor did he voice his fondness for her openly aside from a few subtle gestures however his interest in seeing her protected was obvious as was his desire to explore the galaxy at large with her at his side and to assist her in experiencing everything she’d been denied until now…

…that was then, this was now. War had come to the Roche Asteroids. Donning his Beskar’gam which had been made specifically for him Naimes would take the sword, Longtooth and affix it to his back so that the handle extended up over his left shoulder and the blade crossed diagonally over his back. A Kath Hound Shotgun was held gingerly in his right hand, supported by his arm and on his person the Mandalorian had outfitted himself with several grenades as well as a curious looking silver gun reminiscent of a heavy blaster pistol. Despite the battle to come an odd aura of calm and serenity blanketed the man who now went on the hunt for Cennika Hawk. He would look for her in the quarters that he had arranged for them during their time on Roche…

…the accommodations were small, Naimes had requested them as such and due to this they retained a somewhat intimate quality. The Helm of his armor was held under his left arm, secured in the crevice of his armpit and the Kath Hound was slung over his shoulder via a strap by then. Gazing, searching for her Naimes next remark was a simple one when he did speak and state…”War has come to Roche, Cennika Hawk.”…he would look, try to search her eyes and then ask…”Will you stand with me?”…an accomplished warrior in his own right, one of the greatest swordsmen in the galaxy Naimes was more than capable of handling himself in combat but he wanted her there with him. When all this was done Naimes told himself that he and Cennika would return to the stars but for now swords would be unsheathed, steel would be tested and blood would be shed….

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Republic Garrison, transferring to dropships
Objective: Prepare
Allies: [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Dish"]
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Gear: In signature, Equalizer Pulse Rifle, Sith Killer Rounds

The war drums had been beating ever since the reveal of the clone army and the intentions with which it had been created. Only recently had they grown in such a crescendo that the galaxy as a whole was able to perceive their existence. From the beginning Keira had known she would be one of those that would bring the conflict to the ultimate war it would generate. It was a responsibility she had always been aware of, though after becoming much closer to every one of the men and becoming integrated into their culture she knew leading them into a battle where they would ultimately fall wouldn't be easy. And it never had been. But war wasn't created as any form of entertainment.

Once the warning blared throughout the garrison she knew the time had come. There hadn't been a time where she wasn't in her armor once the executive order had been made, and so all she needed to do in order to personally prepare was don the helmet that turned her into more of a symbol than she would have liked, the HUD flickering to life before her eyes. Instantly she was granted the readouts of what every single clone soldier was seeing, connecting them all intrinsically and making that honed fighting force into something even more dangerous. Mandalorians. So the clones would be fighting those they considered their own family. That certainly changed things.

She rounded the corner of the hangar just as Lusk finished his speech and the men were beginning to load off into dropships, having caught nothing more than the echoes of Mando'a from down the hall. It was their own personal rally to war, one she had taken part in a handful of times before and witnessed more than she could count. Slinging a rifle across her back and claiming a few clips of spare ammunition - just in case - she convened with Lusk as he was boarding one of the dropships that had been assembled. "Vod'ika," Little brother - how she had picked up on the Mando'a so easily, "I'm sorry." He would know what she was apologizing for. War was hellish enough without having to force one to choose between the family they were born into and the one they made.

Once Dish arrived, though perhaps he was already on board, they would be together again, that perfect killing squad. While the three hadn't been assigned to each other to begin with, they had slowly gravitated to find each others camaraderie more beneficial than that of any other. Stifling a sigh, she extended her awareness outwards to encompass the entirety of the clones that accompanied her. Be safe, all of you.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Muurian transport Osprey, near Nickel One
Allies: [member="Cuan Kunn"]
Enemies: [member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Anija Betna"]

Gear: Muurian transport Osprey, various items found attached in bio

"You know, this feels like a good time for the blues."

Travot turned his head to Rami, his Cerean co-pilot. The alien tapped a button on the ship's console, causing the sounds of a warm bass interlaced with the gentle tapping of a drum to flood the cabin. Travot slowly shook his head.

"You already installed your music?"

"What do you mean already?" said the cerean padawan, "I came here on this ship. You're the new one here...everyone else came here on the Osprey."

The joys of using the Order's craft to travel...

"Believe me Rami, I wasn't exactly planning on being your group's pilot, it just worked out that way with Master Areta wanting to stay here to mediate some misunderstanding. But I guess we'll just have to make the best of it."

Travot took their ship in a gentle loop around a tumbling asteroid, testing out the feel of the ship's controls. A whole lot nicer than the Plainswalker...but then again, this thing doesn't carry as much either...still...I could get used to this...The cerean cleared his throat.

"Something does not feel right Travot."

"With the ship?"

"Well...no...something larger than that...I mean I get that tingling feeling before I usually enter combat."

Travot pulled back on the throttle and briefly closed his own eyes. He's right...something isn't right...we have enemies among us...His eyes flashed open. He poured over the ships in the system, but there were no transponder codes that were overtly hostile. No One Sith warships sallying into battle with their swarms of fighters. No known smugglers or pirates flying by in hot-rodded tramp freighters. The only anomaly were the Mandalorian ships, yet Travot did not think that they had detoriated in relations to the point of open war. He frowned.

"I feel it too. We'll have to keep our eyes open..."

 

[Abigail Selonna]

Location: Sullust FLEETCOM
Timeframe: Prior to the Invasion of Roche Asteroids

"Sir, my one third of my fleet is in dry dock getting refitted. Respectfully, my place is here." Abigail wasn't publicly known for disagreeing with her superiors, quite the contrary. However, a flag officer getting assigned to commerce security while their battle fleet was in refit was something that she couldn't take without a fight.

"Your place, Commodore, is wherever you are told to be, so far as this situation is concerned." Her direct superior, Admiral Wraeth, said with a stern eyebrow raised at her uncharacteristic defiance. "You're a damn good fleet commander, this commerce mission is going far afield. The triumverate feels, as do I, that we need a flag officer to take command of the mission. Just get the freighters there, let them load up, then take them back home. By the time you get back, your ships will be done with their refit and you can resume your normal duties."

Put that way, Abigail knew that her arguments were moot.


Location: ANS Stalwart Sword, Roche Asteroids
Timeframe: During Invasion
Republic Tags: [member="gir quee"], [member="reshmar"]
Mando Tags: [member="captain larraq"]
Fleet:
-ANS Stalwart Sword
-ANS Unbreakable Ward
-ANS Unspeakable Word

"Ma'am, we've got a situation that you need to see." The voice of her interim flag captain broke through her reverie as she had been zoning out while running on the treadmill. She turned off the machine and ran the tread down, letting the last of it's momentum slide her off of the machine.

"Urgent, or merely soon?" She asked as she grabbed a towel and began to dry off while she walked out of the gym.

"Fairly urgent, I think, Ma'am." He responded over the comm.

"On my way up." She replied. She'd have to change out of her workout clothes after she saw what was going on. Draping the towel around her neck, she made her way to the command center of the ship. "Report." She said as she moved to the holotank that showed a holographic representation of the system. Instantly she surmised the issue. Many ships had just dropped out of hyperspace bearing Mandalorian and Mandal Hypernautics beacons. Given the history of Roche, a few ships, maybe a squadron, would be unremarkable. This was a jointly run system between the Republic and the Mandalorians. However, this was a fleet. Not only was this a fleet, but they had dropped out of hyperspace in a formation that looked far too much like an attack formation. Ships on a commerce protection run usually came out of hyper in a defensive format, protecting their freighters, and while the Mandalorians were known to be aggressive, attack formations weren't useful for protecting freighters. That, and they didn't seem to have very many freighters, not enough Mandalorian freighters were in the system to warrant that many ships. "Get into the intel reports for Roche, lets see if..."

"Ma'am, the Mandalorians have launched troop ships, the first of them have already made it to Nickel One." The sensor officer interrupted.

"Damn it all, the Mandalorians are supposed to be allies with the Republic..." The flag captain said.

"That looks to be in question. You've heard about the move the Republic PM made. The Mandos may not know that she's been denounced by the rest of the Government and removed." Abigail said in a thoughtful voice as she studied the holographic display. "Comm, signal Ward and Word, have them form up on us, defensive formation. Captain, take us a thousand meters above the plane of the asteroids, keep us away from any other ships. Get the freighter captains on the horn, tell them to button down, they won't be able to outrun those ships and we can't protect them in a merchant formation from them either. Tell the fleet to go to ready status one, full combat gear, raise shields and light off our Alliance beacons for all to see, charge up the main guns but do not make a targeting solution for anyone. Scans, see if you can identify the lead Mandalorian ship, then try to raise them and the ranking Republic commander in the system. I'll be back in one minute."

She gave her orders off in a calm, cool tone, expecting them to be followed. As she walked from the command center, her ships pulled together into a general defensive formation as they rose above the plane of the field. Rising above the field would clear them to use their main guns if need be, while also taking them out of the lane of fire for the Mandalorians, unless they chose to turn and attack them. She made it to her quarters, only a few meters from the command center, and quickly changed into a skin suit and her armored ship suit. She grabbed her helmet and was back in the command center in under a minute. She racked her helmet above her command couch by feel as the chairs screens unfolded around her in a halo of information.

"Ma'am, I've identified the lead Mandalorian ship. We have opened a channel to them and the Republic defense forces."

She nodded and looked slightly to the left, where the communications screen was active.

"This is Commodore Abigail Selonna of the Galactic Alliance to the Mandalorian commander and the Republic commander. In the hopes of protecting civilians and commerce in this system, I'd like to invite both parties aboard my flagship to parlay. This channel will remain open for any response." She switched her mic and video pickup off, then turned to the comm officer. "Comms, let me know if anyone responds to that the minute it happens. Scans, go active on all scans, I want as little to escape our eyes as possible."

"Should I develop firing solutions on the Mandalorians?" The tactical officer asked.

"Negative, we haven't crossed swords with the Mandalorians, we don't know if their sensors can differentiate between our active scans and our tactical scans. We need to hope for a peaceful solution." It was a delicate situation, but she knew where her duty lay. The Alliance were allies with the Republic, so any Alliance ship in Republic space was expected to defend Republic space. If things came to blows, she'd have to take the Mandos under fire.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: Galactic Republic | Verpine Government | Civilians
Enemies: [member=Lisette Kuhn], Mandalorians
Objective: Communicate with Mandalorian leadership
Equipment: Full [/FONThttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/70829-csaf-sharbo-commando-armor/]duranium beskar'gam, EM protected helmet and weapons. Verpine Assault Carbine, 2 x DL-44 blaster pistols, wrist rocket, wrist-cable, various grenades (lethal and non-lethal), beskad, stun gauntlet, small-jetpack, bacta injection system.
NPC's (for narrative): Geft, Tresler, Abram, Funke, Vitor, Aulx, Astor, Umlar, Wolcraft

After several moments of silence, Kol'k Oto leaned forward to reactivate the comm. Ali caught the movement of the Mandalorian fleet on the holodisplay and pushed the Verpine's clawed hand out of the way. "No." She muttered, staring at the movements of Mando'ade ships. How could my own people be this bone-headed? She thought to herself. The Republic hadn't even moved against Tenloss, the company that handled the Clan's phrik supply, and were attempting to make it clear they weren't. She glanced up at Oto, nodding outside the viewport. "There won't be any discussion; not with whomever is running that fleet." She glanced back to Geft, who nodded. "I'll get defenses up." He told her before cramming his buy'ce over his head and walking out with Tresler. Ali activated the general alarm. Klaxons began to sound all throughout the station, urging soldiers to battle positions and civilians to safety. Ali grabbed her rifle, clipping it to the shoulder plate of her beskar'gam, then made to speak to the rest of her BOG Commandos. "Typical pairs, okay? Get to front line defensive areas outside the hangars and any other access points. Mount your defenses there. If you lose ground, retreat and seal it off behind you, then use the overrides to vent the lost sections to space. We'll be able to get plenty of them that way. Once it's done, clear the vented areas, and reestablish fighting positions. If that's not possible, use your best judgement. Astor, Wolcraft, you're sticking with me." The Commandos nodded, pairing off and grabbing their gear before leaving to meet up with their respective commanders. Ali's BOG Commandos weren't part of the Republic military, but Ali's commanders would take their direction nonetheless, a fact of which she was proud.
Leaving her hand to rest on the grip of her rifle, Ali stopped to reassure Kol'k Oto and the rest of the Verpine delegation. "Whatever the Mandalorians say, they're going to kill everyone. Helping your people will be an afterthought, nothing more. Get to your transports and flee to the Republic fleet, from there we'll get you out of the system until this is all over. Same goes for your personnel and civvies. Understood?" Oto nodded and chittered briefly. "We appreciate your efforts, Commander." Ali frowned. "Don't thank me just yet." Just then the lights flickered and one of the station operators flagged Ali down. "Commander, we've lost power in several sections of the station." She said. Ali sighed, They're really intent on doing this, aren't they? "How long till backup reactors are functional?" The woman shrugged, "About five...ten minutes, tops." Ali nodded. "Make if five then."
She watched Oto and the rest of the Verpine delegation leave, then activated the comm station and queued a message for repeat play over the station's intercom system. The message would also broadcast on all channels that weren't being jammed, as well as line-of-sight broadcasting, which would be interrupted now and again by asteroids bouncing signals.

"To any and all Mandalorian forces in the system, you are asked to return to your vessels and leave Republic space. The usurper government lead by the traitor Genevieve Lasedri has been confronted by the Republic Senate and Military and halted. Your holdings and investments are in no danger, and our government recognizes your rights as business-persons and a people. Your existing contracts will be honored without alteration, hesitation, or otherwise. However, initiating hostilities against us when you ought to be helping us eradicate this clone threat would be foolish. You cannot win a war with us. We are better equipped than you. We are better trained than you. We are more organized. And we have the Jedi on our side. Do not start what you cannot finish, and let it be known now, that there is absolutely no reason to initiate hostilities of any kind against a government and a people that seek only to be your ally. I urge you to make contact with us in order to discuss this misinterpretation of events. The Republic has no conflict with the Mandalorian people and we would rather help you drive the Primeval back into the edges of the Galaxy than take arms against you."

Ali set the message to loop, then ordered the command station to be locked down. She took Astor and Wolcraft and together they began making their way to the new front lines. They arrived a few minutes later at one of the larger hallways leading down to the hangars. The other minor entry points to the station, like service tubes and hatches had been locked down and their pathways guarded. Power was returning to several areas of the station, though only the medical center and a couple others retained full strength. As a result, Ali doubled the guard on areas without active surveillance systems, hoping the Mandalorians weren't trying to take them for blind fools. Big mistake if you are...she thought to herself as they reached the fighting position set up in the center of the hallway. The Leftenant there offered Ali a casual salute. "Ma'am." He said. She looked around. The fighting position consisted of starship hull-grade fighting barriers with racks of ammunition set down into protective slabs along the backside. Two of them were offset, one further up than the other, and were roughly chest high. The soldiers there were readying weapons and explosives, and two others were setting up an E-WEB cannon with a small shielding unit.
"Any activity yet?" Ali asked. The Leftenant shook his head. She looked passed him and down the hallway. "Well let's hope it stays that way."

 

[Cloudburner]

Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Republic
Location: Nickel One
Objective: Infiltrate Republic Defences
Equipment: Suppressed Rapid Fire DL-44, 2x Ion grenades, grappling hook and combat knife.

"Now the Republic will fall, and a Mandalorian victory will arise. I have been waiting for the chance to defeat a Jedi and this is no better a time, nor place to achieve a devastating blow to the Republic and restore Mandalorian law to the Galaxy, once and for all."

Vahn was on a stealth operation with a few other nameless (npc) mandalorians.

"Reporting in......

..........still have our cover, luckily."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Nickel One, Corridor Near Mandalorian Quarters
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Abigail Kallisto"] | [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32271-korrs-combat-armor/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/64072-korrs-lightsabers/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/64093-the-sentinel/

Korr slid on a simple headset with an uplink to R9 as he raced through the corridors of Nickel One. His shoto and lightsaber bounced against his hips. The Sentinel he held in one hand with a sure grip. Perhaps a better Jedi than he would have been prepared for peace, rather than war, but Korr had seen too many of his friends perish, too many paragons fall and too many Temples razed to ever be that Jedi. His hands were calloused by battle, fingers trained to the fight.

"Ar-Nine, what's your status?"

"Bweep-boop-bweep."

The Jedi Master grit his teeth and rounded the corner, only to be confronted by a wall of approaching Mandalorians. And at their head stalked an aegised foe, reeking of the Dark Side. Korr took an involuntary step backward, then steeled himself. Had the Mandalorians been seduced into open war by Dark Siders within their ranks? Eyes the hue of steel stared back at the assembled force, resolute and unyielding.

"To where do you march, soldiers? What business have you here?"

 

[Ordo]

Location: Nickle One
Objective: [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]

The big man slowly poured his sweet iced shoot as he read his datapad and took note of his Niece's message. It had been a while since he'd seen her and from what he had been told she was a busy woman.

"Faith,

Just be honest with the man and he'll be honest with you Ad'ika. I'll be hear when you set down.

Uncle Ordo"

Ordo clipped his bucket on his belt and walked out of the complex to the landing pad. His old CM-fragstorm slung proudly over his shoulder. He wasn't overly excited about this operation but his niece and big brother were meeting, and he wouldn't miss that. Calmly he sipped from his glass as he waited.

"Mmm, not bad. Rianna does better but hey."