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

[Avalore Eden]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)

Medics: @Vaet | [member="Kana Truden"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]

No words would wipe the look of deep concerned etched across Avalore's face away but she nodded all the same and withdrew her hand. Vaet's condition with the Force, his sensitivity to all those subtle nuances, was something only he could really help himself with. Lips drawing a thin line, she stood again while looking down at her small Apprentice, "Then let's get going. I'll see if Jacen can get on the local frequencies, see what's going on. The more informed we are the better..."

"Jacen...Jacen!" Avalore trotted to catch up to the man's position, "Something's happened...something bad. We need to know what's going on out there. Are you able to patch in to local frequencies and find out? Send out a beacon message, let people know we're here to help?"

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Recovery
Allies: Pubs/Mandos/ [member="Ember Rekali"] / [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] / [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Gear: Frak it, who cares?

"Someone else is helping. We should have the mag shields back up shortly."

"Good."

Janira was livid. Did those Verpine do this of their own accord? She doubted it. Someone had given the order to vent parts of the station. Someone had done something very, very stupid. Now people were dying for no reason. It was dishonorable. It was wrong. It disgusted her. She wanted to kill something because of it, but there was nothing there for her to kill. No, she was going to make it her own personal mission to get to the bottom of this. Someone was going to pay.

"Oh god...."

Her head snapped around.

"What?"

"You're going to want to see this. In one of the hangars that isn't re-pressurized yet, outside it now..."

Janira stepped over and looked at the view screen. It was a woman, a woman whose face she recognized. A Jedi and more. And then she faded into the Force. Fingers tightened into fists and she shattered the screen in front of her. Her rage was threatening to make her look more like a devil than a white-skinned Echani. She turned to look at one of her droids.

"Go, retrieve the woman's things. You will take them to the Mandalorian quarter and deliver them."

The droid nodded and then went off to do so. It could deal with the cold of space long enough to do this. She didn't have a suit or she'd have done it herself.

"What... do we do now?"

Janira looked at them.

"That control room. Let's go."

With that, the rest of them set off to find answers. Someone was going to pay for killing innocent people in such a dishonorable fashion. She just needed to find out who it was so she could gut them like a fish.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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Senate Meeting
This is occurring during the invasion. It is to discuss the events surrounding the attempts to seize non- Republic corporate assets in Roche. The meeting will not affect the events nor outcome of the invasion itself. It is provided as an avenue of RP for those who write a Senate character. Tag me if you would like to be added here.

Senate Meeting Posting Template
Location: Chazwa
Senators: [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Khyros Sunblade"]| @Danger Arceneau | [member="Khyros Sunblade"] | [member="Alyesa Organa"] | [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Popo"]

"Call [member="Popo"]... I want to know if he is going to join us for the session." Danger would murmur over to Aeri Vyn, who quickly went on her comm to inquire on it.

Standing on the platform assigned to her, the Queen of Trade would let her verdant eyes sweep across the assembled Senators of the Republic. There were a few familiar faces, the Senator of Kashyyyk, [member="Jack Sparrow"], along with [member="Alyesa Organa"] of Aldaraan.

The first to speak was Senator Kay.

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


"Senator Sunblade, Lady Danger, thank you for coming on such short notice. Some of the pods aren't working after the attack and some of the Senators had been called back to their worlds. Those of us that are here can speak on the floor."

"What happened with our former Prime Minister is a travesty. Her attempts at seizing company assets is not something that had been sanctioned by the rest of the Republic. A free market is vital for successful trade and growing economies. We, the Senate of the true Republic, denounce the former Prime Minister's actions. She has gone rogue and she no longer represents us. Anything seized by her would be returned as soon as she's in custody. I hope that the business leaders agree with us and will continue to do business with us."

[member="Aldiel D'Lessio"] 's words of advice floated in Danger's mind.

Keep your wording focused on ideals, morality, and the future - things they can easily agree with without having to risk their vaunted seats - and they'll fall into line. Never admit fault, because the only thing the Senate loves doing more than nothing is ripping apart a wounded target.​

A pause, then Danger gave a small smile.

"Senators of the Galactic Republic, I thank you first for the ability to be able to discuss the recent events in the wake of the former Prime Minister's rule." cordial, pleasant. Yet there was a keen edge glittering in the depths of her eyes.

Just imagine you're going before a board of directors who are afraid to take risks, cannot be fired, and love for one person to assume responsibility so that they can hang them when things go sour or claim they supported them all along when things don't. Keep the subject framed on moral rights and wrongs, and never yeild the high ground in that matter - they'll smell blood in the water the second you concede an inch.​

"I am sure that we all have been tried by some manner in this perilous and chaotic time. One hopes that democracy will prevail, and that the rights of the common sapient will be vigorously defended."

Her voice would float across the chamber, a hint of a classy southern drawl in it that would paint the picture of a woman known for her hospitality and humanitarian aide.

"This is a travesty against the free market, and my concern is not just on the companies attacked and seized, but of the lives that were taken and harmed by what my direct sources state was not just the Prime Minister's Clone army, but of the alleged use of Republic Forces and Force users working in conjunction with her."

There were promises made by a single Senator, but that was just -one- Senator only.

"An alliance of corporations have assembled in this trying hour, from all chapters and venues across the 'Verse." there was no denying that the sudden collaboration of so many companies would be a feat unaccomplished before. It was the testimony that those that had considered the Corporate entities with little mind or sway would find themselves terribly in the wrong.

"We have come together with this single united front; Our stated priority to minimize the loss of life on both sides of this conflict, and secondary to that, obtaining fair reimbursement and justice for the goods stolen and lives taken from all companies involved - and moving forward, other victims of Radical nationalism."

Danger would blink.

"What assurity does the Corporate Free Market have that this will not happen again Senator Kay?"

There had been talk of corruption, and all the more now with the Prime Minister. But how far did it go? Did it still persist?

The Corproate Alliance had managed to take Cartao, seizing Spaarti under its name, with Patricia giving the rights of ownership over it. The goal had been to neutralize the Clone Army by deactivating their loyalty ship. The end result would be this, the termination of any active Republic Clone Program, and to ensure that Spaarti did not have the ability to create another.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location - Landing on Nickel One
Allies
Enemies


Faith's ship was just making it through to land on Nickel One, when [member="Ember Rekali"] message came over. Grief, terrible grief hit Faith at that moment. She knew all too well what it meant to lose a child.

She stumbled reaching for the bulkhead to keep from falling. What could she possibly say to this man now that could possibly make any difference, not much. The ramp finally came down as the atmosphere changed from ship to planet.

Faith wearing simple dress of Alderaan, walked towards the coordinates that Ember gave her to meet him at. While she could only offer condolences to the man she had spoken with briefly, she would still go to him, and offer it none the less.

She walked with a heavy heart, remembering her own pain when Bud was dead.

A child is part of you, your legacy, your reason for being on some days, the tiny hands that reach out with hopeful eyes, their quick minds grasping things that every parent finds amazing. No one should lose a child, no one should out live their child. Faith shook her head she was alone, Uncle [member="Ordo"] was to meet her. She sniffled trying not to cry but her heart was heavy knowing how the Field Marshall must feel.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Nickel One – Command centre
Allies: [member="Rigor"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
Enemies:
Semi-relevant present parties: [member="Ryan Korr"]
Objective: Open Season

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWHmRCE74w8​

The shuttle was Laguz's kind of shuttle.

Weapons, more weapons, and, oh, did we mention weapons yet?

During their ride to Roche, the shifter had spent xir time observing, touching, or otherwise appreciating the displayed arms, whether they were meant for xem or not. About half were illegal in any half-decent government space, and the other half looked – and likely functioned as well – as offspring between one night of fervent passion between a Primeval god and a mad rocket engineer.

In other words, exciting.

Laguz's trigger finger had itched something fierce since they'd departed, and by the time the asteroids came into view, the merc was ready to shoot the first Pub who popped into xir sights.

Which was just as well, because xe and xir… associated acts had designated this particular contract as something of an… experiment. The sniper had brought xir trusty TS-1, of course, and a few directed charges just in case.

Still, the star of the evening? A gorgeous lady, a bit on the large side, but the more fiery for it; Olga.

Oh, xe'd been warned plenty, and then some, as [member="Rusty"] had handed (read: flown) the rifle over to the experienced marksman. A bit of a diva, for sure, and heavy in character, but under xir deft touch, every single one had become malleable and willing. Every one to date, anyway, but who was Laguz to turn down a good challenge?

It was this particular madame that xe was running his fingers across when Rigor's monotone voice sounded over the comms. The shifter twitched, gnashed xir teeth, and resigned to xir fate; just when xe'd thought xe'd tuned out Thrukk's awful singing, and just like that, it was back again.

Still, there were two things on board of the ambulance that weighed more than the mountain of a man, and somehow made even more noise than him.

Missiles.

Laguz switched on the mag clamps on the hoverpad, put on xir best badass mask, and grabbed onto something solid really, really tight.

The ship shook, moaned, and groaned – not unlike a certain target a few days ago, courtesy of the Couriers – and then finally came to a screeching halt in the gaping hole it had torn through the side of Nickel One.

Let no-one ever say Saeva doesn't arrive in style.

"Let's go, boys!" the shifter called out to the droid and the mountain, and off they went. Death Squad incorporated, at your service.

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Help
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] / [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] / [member="Mirshko Betna"] / Any Other Good Guys
Enemies: Whoever murdered innocent people
Gear: Same drill

He was certainly eager for the mans response. Eager enough that when it happened he felt like he'd been punched in the stomach.

For a moment he doubled over and grabbed at his stomach. The pain. So much pain and death. A strong presence in the Force suddenly vanished. Something terrible, atrocious, had just happened. It was enough that whatever was going on here no longer seemed to matter. All that could be done was to find a way to be strong. Find a way to help. Find a way to do anything that might be good for the people here.

As he straightened, the other man took his leave after passing on contact information. As strange as that was, he didn't care. He started running in the direction where he'd felt the pain and loss coming from. In so doing he soon found himself looking at Zak and a young Mandalorian girl as he raced towards the scene. Here he stopped, briefly.

"Zak, I'm sure you felt this. We need to go help. All of us need to help."

He was looking at the girl now too.

[ooc: Hope you two don't mind me butting in, but I figure we have the same goal now. If you want me to beat it, just tell me to scram. ]

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: Galactic Republic | Verpine Government | Civilians
Enemies: [member=Lisette Kuhn] | [member=Keira Ticon] | Mandalorians
Objective: Defend Nickel One, evacuate civilians, arrest Keira Ticon
Equipment: Full 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


Nickel One Control Station

Kol'k Oto, one of the four Verpine representatives on board Nickel One at the time the Jedi Master and his Mandalorian counterpart entered the control station, turned to face the new arrivals. The Republic guards persons in the room turned their weapons on the Mandalorian accompanying the Jedi Master, who had yet to introduce himself. Oto's antennae flickered back and forth briefly as they communicated silently with the other three representatives.
The Jedi believes Commander Hadrix is responsible for the hangar bay depressurization. Kol'k reflected. The others chittered hurriedly. The Republic gave us no orders! Kol'k's antennae dipped and straightened and their mandibles grated together nervously. They expanded their silent communication to the general Verpine population. The Jedi aligns himself with the Mandalorians? Against the Republic? We must alert them.
Kol'k Oto cocked their head, viewing the Mandalorian and the Jedi through gleaming compound eyes. Around another console, out of sight of the new arrivals, one of the Verpine technicians quietly activated the room's internal communication system, broadcasting the current conversation. "I believe you are mistaken. The Jedi have no authority here. Roche is a member world of the Republic, as decided by both the consensus of the Verpine Hive population and its established local government. As we understand it, the Jedi are not a ranking authority of the Republic government, and as such we are not beholden to your authority."

Kol'k gestured to the Republic soldiers accompanying him. "Captain, please illuminate your comrades." The Captain, Macer Heln glanced at the Republic Sergeant and nodded. "You're out of line, soldiers. No one from the Republic gave any orders here, the Verpine made their own decisions. Stand down." Kol'k Oto nodded, a customary human expression of acceptance and confirmation. "We are aware the Mandalorian government has betrayed their longstanding good faith with the Verpine people by bringing an invasion force here. I took appropriate action to stall their advance to give time to our allies, the Republic. It is our understanding that the Mandalorians typically wear vacuum-sealed suits; costing them their positioning while simultaneously protecting their lives. Our only predominant casualties are the Verpine drone workers maintaining the hangars in the off-duty hours." One of the Verpine technicians chittered loudly, catching the delegate's attention. "Sir, additional power surges were delivered to several hangers outside of our control. They must be connected to the disturbances in the primary reactor sector, as we do not have the power to manipulate those areas. I suspect Mandalorian intervention as the Republic has no resources in those sectors." Kol'k Oto chittered hurriedly, the news disturbing to say the least. He stared down the Mandalorian with shining eyes. "So you would attack our own, and your own, for personal gain? Any losses are upon your shoulders, Mandalorian. For coming here at all, you have forced the me to take action, and were well within our rights to do so. We are confident that the Republic Senate will declare our acts in self-defense against an unprovoked aggressor."

The Captain Heln swallowed nervously; he didn't know the Mandalorian but the other man was clearly a Jedi Master, and both looked overly imposing. "Sir, I'm not sure these are the kind of people you...talk, with. We don't want to fight them." Heln nodded to the Republic soldiers accompanying the pair. "You're not acting under any legitimate authority, Sergeant. Rescind yourself to my command and contact your platoon leader, I want to speak with them." Heln fingered the trigger well of his blaster rifle, but did not lift it. He kept the Mandalorian in his periphery as he stepped forward to face the Republic Sergeant. "Now, Sergeant."
Kol'k Oto cocked their head back and forth as they communed once more with the Verpine delegates. The Mandalorian is here to arrest or kill us. They noted. The others concurred. There is no other explanation for his presence. But we cannot fight them.
Kol'k agreed. No, we cannot. But we can turn ourselves over to their command and allow the legal process to begin. Mandalorians are honorable beings, despite their current transgressions.
The others were in disagreement over what to do. If the Jedi is working with them, he may allow the Mandalorian to kill us.
Jedi do not kill, typically. Those that do are not Jedi. They are Sith.
It matters not what they are, the tactical advantage rests with them.
I concur.
As do I.
And I.
Kol'k Oto agreed as well, and looked over to the supposed Jedi who had approached them. "You are free to take temporary control over our persons, Jedi. We expect to be able to contact our legitimate Republic representatives within the Senate and Military to expedite our release as prisoners of war once this unprecedented conflict is over."

[member=Ryan Korr] | [member=Darth Vulkan]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

NICKEL ONE
Now Arriving at Docking Bay 94...
Allies: The Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"], pretty much everyone in this thread. What can I say? I'm a people person.
Equipment: No Frills Durasteel Armor, Besk'ar War Hammer

The shuttles, transports, and freighters of the Death Watch represented the worst of used starship chop shops.

Holding on to the side of the shuttle he rode in, which was bucking like a mechanical bull with the gravitational turbulence, the Gen'Dai stared out past the glasteel canopy as he called to the pilots. "Focus fire on those transports," the Death Watch commander barked, as his eyes caught on Republic marked civilian vessels that were moving from out of an open hangar.

"Then get me inside of there," the man added, pointing to the Republic hangar.

As his ships opened fire on the escaping civilians, the Gen'Dai's shuttle shot inside of the magnetic shield with its heavy blasters roaring in open volleys at anything that moved across the hangar floor.

If people thought the Verpine or [member="Ali Hadrix"] might be war criminals, they hadn't seen anything yet.

Pulling open the hatch, the behemoth warrior had jumped out of the shuttle even before it had landed. His heavy form left an impression on the deck, as he came down like a landslide. Lashing out with one leg, the Gen'Dai greeted an approaching Republic soldier with a straight legged kick to the chest. Two others he grabbed with reflex and speed akin to a Jedi's, slamming them together with sufficient force as to have felt bone collapse beneath his grip.

Dropping those two onto the deck, the warrior turned to watch as Kyr'stad warriors poured from out of the shuttle in a hail of blaster bolts traded across the hangar.

My god, it was BEAUTIFUL.

Removing the heavy war hammer from the magnetic holster on his back, the armored giant began walking through the chaos and carnage. What a lovely evening for a stroll through the garden of good and evil...

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

Location: Nickel One
Allies:
Enemies:
Gear: What witches typically wear plus a Maalraas bone staff.

There was life.

There was death.

The Fanged God and the Winged Goddess would create that balance. We are born with a single sharp breath, our first breath. And in our final hours, it is that same action that will deliver the last breath into the ether.

Kytarra Hawk, Shaman of Singing Mountain clan, was far more sensitive to the line that separated life and death, and to the spirits beyond.

Eyes like those of a dead fish would peer out into the distance, towards the the direction where the life would seem to be sucked out of existence.

Behind her, two dozen witches, stoic of face and steely of determination, would step in line behind the Shaman. A multitude of colourful eyes under the vibrant headdresses would feel the resonance. Then, Kytarra's thin shoulders would rise as she took a shuddering breath.

The staff tip would slam down upon the tunnel's floor, resonating with focus, the rattles of the feathered staff jingling.

Without a word, they all began to move forward.

 

[Cloudburner]

Location: Nickel One
Gear: Read earlier posts.

Vahn spotted the warrior [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]. He knew he would have to challenge him.

"The Mandalorian Galaxy is of the Future. The Republic is old and restless. It needs to be stopped. You will die as a martyr, or as a loser who fought for the wrong side."

Vahn quickly pulled out his DL-44.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Nickel One, Mando Quarter
Opponents: [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], to be guarded by [member="Ordo"]
Allies: [member="Falcon Gyndar"]
Gear: Armour and lightsabre in signature
Objective...

...Talk.

***​

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He found he only had room for so much pain. Even so, he could empathize deeply with what his son-in-law had just experienced. He'd gone through that himself. Two sons and a wife, lost to the Sith. A son and a daughter, lost to the Jedi and the Sith as well. And now a daughter lost to the Republic.

"Enough," he agreed, voice hoarse as if he'd been screaming, "is enough."

"Field Marshal?"

"Yes, Warsaw?"

"The ship you were waiting for. It's here."

Ember straightened from the comm console. "Thank you. Come along if you like, Falcon. I think this meeting's going to be instructive."

***​

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"Senator Faith Balor-Organa, of the mando'ade and of the Republic Senate. Welcome to Nickel One. I'd offer you a chair..." He gestured eloquently at the empty hangar and locked his bare, tense hands behind his back. "I trust you heard my comm transmission. I think you'll understand that my perspective's different than it was when I first contacted you. You're still safe, of course."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Chazwa
Senators: [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Khyros Sunblade"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Khyros Sunblade"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Popo"]


Kay furrowed her brows as she listened to Danger speak. Though she didn't have anyone whispering into her ears about what was going on, she had an idea. Clips from the holonet and others sources seemed to have a biased narrative that didn't fall in the Republic's favour. It was as though they didn't want it to. Yet she couldn't give up her hope for the government that she worked for.

"Lady Danger, with all due respect to everyone in this....unfortunate conflict, the best way to cease the loss of life from both sides as well of those caught in the crossfire is for everyone to cease, desist and pull back. But that's just my opinion, not of everyone here. I know that plenty of arms dealers are salivating at the profits that they are making because of this."

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Personal opinions aside, no government in all of the Galaxy can ever give a one hundred percent guarantee that a hostile takeover would never happen again. The last time that this happened in the Republic to my knowledge was over 800 years ago. Steps right now are being taken for new leadership and no one wants history to repeat itself so soon. The clone army is being neutralized so that they will not be forced into such atrocities again. Compensation will be made to those companies affected by the very brief seizure, I give you my word. But that cannot happen until after the conflict is over. Both sides have already lost and continue to lose with each passing moment. And the longer that the conflict takes, the longer it will be before any moving forward can happen. Democracy needs to be given a chance to take hold."

Terms need to be set, that was inevitable. But at the moment Kay wasn't sure if that would happen anytime soon. War should be a last resort, not the first. But there was a lot of people that didn't see it that way. And that was very unfortunate.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: [member="Vahn Fett"]
Gear:

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[SIZE=11pt]Jaccer had been ordered to aid in the evacuation of any and all civilians in proximity of the ensuing battle at Nickel One. So far, him and his team of 50 men had navigated through the city and directed anybody without a gun towards the safe zone. From there these people would be transported to a safer location and would not return until this invasion was over. This relatively small team of soldier had not encountered any Mandalorian [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]resistance[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] as of yet, this was primarily due to the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]front line[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] being far ahead of them... or so it was thought to be. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As they finished clearing one street, they would move onto the next. However, in front of the team stood a single man. From the armour, one could assume he was a Mandalorian, and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]therefore[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] dangerous. It would take long for him to be surrounded by the 50 troops. "I strongly urge you to drop your weapon and lay face down on the floor. You are being taken into Galactic Republic custody." In this situation there were only two options, either the Mandalorian ignores the request and gets blasted by 50 different blasters or he does as commanded and survives, albeit in a Republic prison cell.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]What happened next couldn't of being prepared for. Without warning a building down the street would explode, fragments being launched in every direction. The [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]deafening[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] boom would be followed by the roars of Mandalorians as they entered the area. "All fireteams, focus on those Mandalorians!" The Major would then look back to the lone Mandalorian, "I've got this guy."[/SIZE]

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Escort civilians to safety
Allies: The Jedi Order, The Galactic Republic, The Galactic Alliance, The Civilians of Nickel One
Enemies: [member=Tralik U'rik]

Alyona was still considering the information from Hadway when the station intercoms began broadcasting loudly. The voice speaking sounded Verpine, cold and factual, discussing the Republic and Verpine governments and something about choices to make. Alyona struggled to listen over the din of the hangar, but her attention was stolen by a swell of negative emotion within the fabric of the Force. Before she could identify its source, explosions rocked the floor of the hangar bay and threw into the air. She curled herself up and reoriented her body, landing against the deck and rolling back onto a knee. She drew the Skywalker lightsaber at her hip and activated its brilliant green-white blade with its distinctive snap-hiss as a shuttle crashed through the shields and into the deck below. Outside several of the fleeing transports turned over on fire, venting atmosphere before crashing against Nickel One's outer hull, shaking the floor below her.
A massive figure freed itself from the shuttle and came slamming down onto the deck. The figure lashed out with an appendage and struck Tech Sergeant Hadway in the chest, throwing her across the hangar and into a stack of durasteel crates. Alyona watched in distress as the figure crushed the skulls of two other Republic soldiers before discarding their bodies. Drawing her presence inward and maintaining her emotional balance point, Alyona took in the scenario before her and attempted to formulate a plan. The crashed shuttle was surrounded by debris and riddled with fire, but its engines remained somewhat intact. Alyona planned to target the fuel cells located beneath the primary paneling, but had to get close enough to do so. She activated her datapad with the press of a button, sending out a distress signal to alert the Republic and the station's commanders to the emergency in the hangar. She approached the hulking figure from the side, her lightsaber glowing brightly. There was no time for talk, only action. Launching herself forward, Alyona tore toward her target, her hands tucked against her left hip as she held her blade tightly in a spear-like grip made for thrusting and stabbing.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Purge the False Evil Republic Presence
Mission: Purge Evil from the Republic, I'm selfish and this was my invasion to be evil
Gear: Signature
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"]

The Mandalorian Sith almost laughed as the doors opened. He could feel the Verpine's fear of him and of their fate. They had done the deed, and following this battle Vulkan was sure there would be the Yavinberg Trails in the near future if peace was what the Republic really wanted. Supreme Commander Hadrix was going to literally get the Axe from the Mandalorian people and her head, and those of her selectivist compatriots would get the same. The fact that she had lured or intimidated several verpine was of little consequence in the future. Does one think that Security Holocameras and a Mentalist Lord capable of Drain Knowledge could be deceived by simplistic lies from weak willed men.

The Sith Lord grumbled, but lowered his hands and entered the room with the Jedi Master. His rage was still palpable, but it was fading, quickly being repressed by something much less vicious. "If you are demanding a trial, make back ups of the Security holocamera footage for evidence. Believe it or not, I was a member of the Republic, I remember Lasedri skipping around the lines well before she revealed her true intentions. Say what you will about me, but at least I am honest of what I am. I am dark, but I do not hide in the shadows like your Republic comrades." Vulkan said this with an audible chuckle. Here he was, a Sith Lord, fighting for peace, honor, and justice, AGAINST the Republic. Vulkan had always known he was superior to the Republic morally, but he didn't expect them to prove it to the rest of the galaxy.

"You heard Alor Rekali's last statement. They killed his kid. I can imagine what he is going through, it happened to me once, and its happening to me now. Do you know how hard it is to watch your own child, that you raised from before she could crawl, that is your everything, to wither away before your eyes?" Vulkan was posing a philosphical question now, even as he typed on controls of the station copying hard data and sending it along to Tenloss and making a hard copy for himself. "I can tell you, it turns good men into monsters. And monsters can only be fought with monsters of your own. I tried the old way, fighting darkness with light, and I lost. Every time." Vulkan took a deep breath, his anger being replaced by regret and sorrow. "A man can't watch his children die before they even become men and women and stay to the light. I would console him, but I know it will do no good. It didn't help me, it won't help him."

"If the Republic ever wanted peace, they will be fighting a very uphill battle. Once kids start dropping, Mandalore likes to start dropping asteroids. It happened to the Sith Empire, it can happen to you." He took a deep breath, most of his anger replaced with regret in the Force.

 

[Cloudburner]

Vahn quickly shot all of the Republic's troops, leaving them dead so the Mandalorians could move in.

"Nothing can stop us. Not even a skilled commando such as you. Your arrogance blinds you into believing that the Republic are the heroes and the Mandalorians are just savages. In realism, it is much the opposite, something you will learn very soon, commander."

Vahn quickly threw one of the ion grenades he had and flew up into the sky, reigning terror upon Ramirez with his wrist rockets.

Before Vahns eyes, proximity mines detonated and killed the Mandalorian team that were previously moving in.

It was a fight to the death now between both Mandalorian and Republic Commander.

[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

NICKEL ONE
Republic Hangar
Allies: The Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"], pretty much everyone in this thread. What can I say? I'm a people person.
Equipment: No Frills Durasteel Armor, Besk'ar War Hammer

A human-looked wench with a lightsaber leapt into the Gen'Dai's field of vision.

Loosening his grip, the man allowed the weight of the hammer's head to slip it's length further so that he gripped the besk'ar weapon closer to the middle of the handle. With speed that was simply inhuman, the massive figure met the green-white blade with black, wrought Mandalorian iron. Sparks flew as the man held his ground, wielding the large war hammer like a quarterstaff.

Sparks flew as a jab connected with one of the durasteel plates.

If she wanted his attention, he was happy to oblige her. "My lady," the large figure boomed, his voice resonating even in a whisper. The gender was fairly easy to discern. There was a rather ample amount of chest on that figure. "If you would like the next dance, you need only have asked!"

Snapping up with the counterweight at the butt of his war hammer, the Gen'Dai snapped the weapon out in an effort to slam up under her chin. Even if it didn't connect, he hoped to get her defense raised up and close to her body. If that worked, he would drop and perform a leg sweep in the hopes of getting her on the floor.

Jedi or Sith, grappling was where the Force mattered little. Though, as they'd just met, perhaps he ought to buy her dinner first?

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Moving to the SuCoR's area
Allies: Democracy
Enemies: War Criminals, [member="Ali Hadrix"]
[member="Darth Vulkan"]

"That's the very same tactic we're trying to avoid, Vulkan. I am well aware that your Captain Larraq is a war criminal himself. I don't know how many innocents the Sith kept enslaved on Dromund Kaas, but nobody ever will. They're nothing but dust now."

Shaking his head, Ryan looked at the command center's crew.

"I accept your surrender, Verpines. The Sergeant will oversee your disarmament. Please, step away from the control panels." Korr turned, "As for you," he glanced at the rank insignia, "Captain. You're mistaken. Drone workers weren't the only ones who perished today."

The Jedi Master gestured, ripping the blaster rifle from the captain's hands. "You're under arrest by the authority of the Jedi Council. If you want to contest our jurisdiction you can do so at the trial."

The rifle floated into Ryan's waiting palm. He gave it to the Sergeant. "Set your weapons to stun. If they resist, shoot them. A few hours unconscious will help sort this out."

Suddenly, the entire room shuddered. Ryan frowned, then felt a sudden spike as dozens more died. An explosion? The Jedi glanced at the nearest readouts, which indicate rapid pressure fluctuations along a series of levels. What the blazes?

"Ar-Nine, status update, what's the location of the Supreme Commander?"

"Boop-doo-tweedee-beep-boop."

"Got it. Vulkan, you can stay here and gather your evidence, or you can come with me. You have the power to destroy everyone in this room with a flick of your fingers. So if I come back to find out that you 'accidentally' killed someone, there will be consequences. No revenge killings."

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: [member="Vahn Fett"]
Gear:

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"Don't do this!" He urged his opponent. It seemed this request would come much too late to have any impact whatsoever as a ion grenade had already been primed and thrown into the air. With aid from his armours HUD, Jaccer was capable of shooting the projectile from the air. The rounds from his rifle would knock the grenade from it's determined route. Instead of reaching it's target it would fall to the left, causing minimal damage to Jaccer and his Mandalorian counterpart.

What came next would not be avoided as simply as the ion grenade. Wrist rockets were fired in the direction of the soldier. If one were to make a direct impact on him, his life would be ended and nothing would stop this Mandalorian from killing more Republic troops, or indirectly harming civilians. Because shooting the rockets was almost impossible, Jaccer would instead dive out of the way. This evasion would spare him from on of the rocket blasts but the other would explode to his right causing shrapnel fling towards him. Luckily, his armour would prevent most of the damage, although some of metal was able to penetrate and cause minor injuries.

It was at this moment that the proximity mines laid out by the Republic would explode, killing the approaching hostile forces. The Major imagined that the death of his comrades would distract the Mandalorian, making this an opportune moment to strike. "I guess to stop the might Mandalorians, all you need is a couple of high explosive mines!" He would taunt [member="Vahn Fett"] as he fired multiple bursts of his rifle towards him.

 

[Falcon Rekali]

Location: Nickel One - Mandalorian Quarter
Opponents: Loss
Allies: [member="Ember Rekali"]
Objective: '...', indeed.

Putting honesty to the forefront, he would have followed her father into the depths of the Nether, at that point, but a meeting would do just as well if it had a snowball's chance in Mustafar of putting an end to this. The fresh grief was in a state of delayed-onset, a numbness tingling at the edges of him in its place when he followed. Following Ember was his sole intention.

So follow he did.

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That [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] was of the mando'ade while being a senator of the Republic as well made the line of his mouth tip down and revert to a single plane, his thoughts being pulled in two opposite directions, then snapping back to focus. He stood to one side of Ember, and back by one pace, while his eyes slipped across the empty hangar, and back to the woman. He said nothing.