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

[Sabena Shai]

In one of the hangars on Nickel One, Sabena was making a rush further into the station. She turned around and waved her hands as if to beckon others to follow her. Blaster fire zipped all around Sabena and the three civilians she was guiding away from the hangar.

“Keep your heads low!” screamed Sabena as she batted a few blaster shots away with a lightsaber.

The Mandalorians were relentless in targeting Sabena - who clearly was a Jedi. Fortunately, she drew them like moths to a candle. Thus, the three civilians were not drawing any fire for the time being.

Two of the three bystanders following Saben were Verpine clone workers. They were essentially drones - scholars could hardly call them sentient life. Yet, there was still a self-preservation instinct in them since there was still some cost in their creation.

The third bystander was a middle-aged human male. Neris was his name. He had to make a delivery outside of day shift hours. Things break and need to be immediately replaced. There was a premium for his company in this delivery and they were happy to accept the order. In fact, Neris was not the only one making late shift deliveries at Nickel One or the Roch asteroids in general. Whether he was among those nefariously smuggling in weapons was to be seen.

“I can’t run like I used to!” screamed Neris, “Keep the doors open!”

Sabena rushed as fast she could to the hangar entrance controls. It was sealing itself. A group of Republic soldiers that were fighting just a moment ago made a tactical retreat away from the hangar.

Not wasting time to ask the Republic soldiers questions, Sabena ducked under the hangar’s door as it was five feet from the floor. She got to the console and gave the command to stop the hangar entrance’s sealing.

There was no response.

Then, Neris screamed out in pain. He got shot in the leg by a Mandalorian. The drones were quick to assist Neris back up - as it was natural for them to place a normal sentient’s health over their own.

“We’re almost there, Jedi!” said Neris as they were mere feet from the hangar.

There was now only three feet of space left to crawl through.

“It’s not working!” yelled Sabena with a panicked voice, “Hurry!”

Then, the drone on the left side of Neris was shot and died instantly - stopping Neris and the other drone’s progress.

Grasping for hope, Sabena turned toward the hangar door. She holstered her lightsaber and focused on the Force - the light side. She closed her eyes and stretched her hands out. She attempted to grasp the hangar door through the Force - to telekinetically halt its closure. A loud screech rang out as the hangar door struggled to budge a single inch.

Then, it hit Sabena. Elsewhere, other hangars had been sealed and their shields dropped. Countless Mandalorians and innocents were jettisoned into space. [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] was among those that perished - and Sabena could sense the life of a familiar Jedi Master fading away. Not only that, but a wave of anger washed over her as many others within Nickel One sought to bring justice and vengeance on the one that caused this.

Reflexively, Sabena curled away from the door. Her control was broken. The hangar entrance slammed shut. She got to see Neris looking through a transparisteel viewport in the center of the hangar entrance’s door. He had a despairing look.

“No,” muttered Sabena as the shield for the hangar in front of her disappeared.

In an instant, everything and everyone not tied down was jettisoned into space. All Sabena could see then was an empty hangar.

This was not the first massacre of innocents that Sabena had witnessed.

However, all she could say in response was, “Why?”

All suffering in the galaxy is born from incompetence.

Sabena turned away from the hangar entrance with a scowl. She drew a lightsaber with a metal cross guard - yet hesitated to ignite the lightsaber. She began her march - aiming to find the person responsible for this - as she walked down Nickel One's halls.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Nickel One, Mando Quarter, hangar bay
[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Falcon Gyndar"] [member="Ordo"]
Heading to engage Republic, available for dance partner
Gear: In sig

Ember forced his hands to unclench. With that, his tension broke, leaving only a relaxed, dissociated, lethal intent. Not directed at Faith, though. "So be it. Now that she's given her parole, I'll release her to your custody, Jasper."

One hand settled on Falcon's shoulder in wordless empathy. "Falcon, I have some things to do. Come with me if you're ready."

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This particular hangar had been in the edges of the Mando Quarter, making this hastily-fortified point -- an L-shaped corridor, the elbow choked with dense wreckage and shipping crates -- one of the Quarter's major threats. A knot of Republic commandos was hunkered down here, one of the crews that had fought a scorched-earth decompression retreat from a hangar.

There were many things that Ember Rekali could not do well. When it came to hiding from sight, hearing, and sensors, he had few superiors. When it came to physical enhancement, he had none whatsoever. Rage propelled him down the hall, through an ongoing firefight. Stray blaster shots appeared to vanish as they struck his armour or wristblades. One leap took him arcing, twisting over the impromptu barricade. He landed with a thud, in the midst of embattled Republic commandos as young as his children had been. Beskar hookblades sheared through armour and bone.

They died without seeing what had killed them. Their blood painted his hands and his armour. He went to find more.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

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

"jame aljawla . Yjb ealayna aleamal yada wahidatan lidaman wuduh al'algham ." The instructions came with a scratchy timbre of Kytarra's voice. They would be a sight to be seen, as if lifted from a holographic representation of times past, a far more primitive one. They were neither Jedi nor Sith. Nor anything in between that dealt with the Force.

Their magick went beyond that.

Allyans were different from their Nightsister counterparts in that they used for the most part, that which they were blessed with by the Winged Goddess.

Around them, there were injured. Wounds to be tended. They may be wary of the Allyans ways, but healing would serve all.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Character: Captain Macer Heln, Kol'k Oto, Abram, Funke
Location: Nickel One Control Station
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, Administrative Hallways


Abram kept his legs pumping, pushing him forward and toward the turbolift at the end of the corridor. They'd lost a handful of the Verpine techs and one of the delegates to some sort of Force attack. Abram himself had barely managed to stave off a sudden compulsion to sleep; he had his training to thank for that. Several of the Republic guards persons had been injured or killed as well, but Abram had little idea how in the chaos that had nearly claimed them. At one point during their flight he'd heard the characteristic hum of a lightsaber.
They'd gotten just far enough away to pause for a breather, with Funke pulling rear security. They were being chased now, and unless they made it to a Republic holding point, it would only be a matter of time before the Mandalorian and his insane Jedi friend caught them all. Abram didn't think he could resist the full, undivided attention of a Force User. Learning to recognize them was hard enough. As he ushered Kol'k Oto and the two remaining delegates ahead, he looked back just long enough to ensure they were clear. "Keep going, keep going, we're almost there." He called, pushing ahead of the group to key the turbolift. Funke turned and held up his rifle, keeping an eye out for any surprises. The corridor was long, with offshoot entrances and pathways only every so often. Abram waited impatiently, his rifle hanging from his shoulder clip and his sidearm out to check the lift once it arrived. After what seemed like an eternity he heard a ding and the doors opened to reveal the very surprised face of the Supreme Commander herself.
"Abram!?" Commander Hadrix nearly shrieked, her dark eyes wide in surprise. She ushered the group inside the turbolift and Geft keyed the doors behind them. As the doors slid shut and the lift began to move, Ali turned her gaze back to Abram. "What in the hell happened?" She demanded, before catching sight of Oto, huddled against the back of carriage. "And what the hell were you thinking, venting an entire hangar!? Do you know what you've done!?" Ali's voice was growing shrill in her anger, and it took Abram's hand on her arm to make her realize she had a fist lifted and ready to strike the Verpine delegate.
Oto held clawed hands up in anticipatory self-defense. "I did not know what to do! When you briefed your soldiers on the same procedure we decided the tactic could be successfully replicated within the hangars. We believed we could eliminate a great portion of their forces and equipment in that manner!" The Verpine's antennae were wriggling frantically, more so than Ali had ever seen from a Verpine. She couldn't help but notice that one of them was also broken, probably in the chaos they'd just extricated themselves from. She wondered what that would mean for his mental state, as such injuries were supposed to hinder a Verpine's ability to communicate with their fellows.
"Same procedure!?" Ali demanded. Geft chipped in briefly, "The orders to vent sections lost to the Mandalorians." Ali's lips curled into a snarl and she raised another fist. "Not when they have civilians inside them! Are you insane!? It's a last-ditch effort to deny an enemy ground, n-not innocent people their lives! The Mando'ade wear vac-suits for feck's sake, they would have been fine! You can't j-just vent anywhere!" Ali turned around and punched the wall, putting a dent in it with her gauntleted fist. She rubbed her face with both hands and let the anger wash over her. It felt sweet, allowing herself to feel the unadulterated rage that boiled inside of her. She felt like an idiot, she felt responsible...even if the decision had nothing to do with her she'd apparently given the di'kut the idea. She slammed her fist several more times into the carriage wall before Abram stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "Commander, there's more. There were civvies in the hangars before the Mando'ade showed up. They killed Verpine drone workers and brought the other civvies to the hangar." Ali's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How do you know that?" Abram pursed his lips behind his helmet. "We've got security tapes." Funke inclined his head. "We don't know who they are though. There were a bunch of them, a few dozen, originally." Ali closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Her day had started off poorly and had been growing subsequently worse with every passing moment. She still had to make contact with Keira Ticon, though whether it would be to arrest her or kill her, she hadn't decided. "Have you broadcast them to the Republic yet?" Ali asked. Funke shook his head. "Can't, not with the jamming in effect. The station is relying on simple LOS comms to begin with." Ali sighed, "Look, we can't handle this right now. There are already fights breaking out all over the place and we need to focus on the overall defense for the time being." She looked to the Verpine. "We'll get the delegation to safety here and figure out what to do with them later. The Senate can have them for all I care." She jerked her chin toward Geft. "Ticon's units are still broadcasting friendly markers. Keep an eye on them and figure out how we're going to get to her after we've seen off the Verpine." Geft nodded, "Will do Commander." She turned to Abram and Funke. "Get your vode on the horn, I want status updates on the overall situation in five minutes from all the unit commanders." The two nodded as the turbolift slowed to a halt and the doors opened to reveal a Republic-held transit hangar.

 

[Long Gone]

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Somewhere on Concord Dawn...​

So much had gone on in the years that Mira had been alive.

She had watched people come and go, been a part of a great many things. Mira had been taught by one of the greatest minds of the Jedi – atleast that was how she felt about her mother. Their relationship was never perfect, but she loved her mom. She reflected back on the day Aaralyn first started training her.

“Mom-ster.” Mira chuckled softly recalling the moment.

She couldn’t remember if she was to call her mother by her title or by Master. Then came the strict voice of Aaralyn scolding her about being timely and how she should always focus. Why was she thinking of her mom so much all of a sudden? Was it because she hadn’t seen her since that Life Day celebration on Dathomir?

The wind seemed to pick up, a gentle breeze flowing through the plains. Mira blinked a few times, eyes fixated on the horizon in the distance. The sun was setting and though the scene was beautiful and rather peaceful, she felt uneasy. A dark ripple through the Force hit her in the chest like a searing knife that caused her to double over in pain. Hands clutched her chest as the invisible sword seemed to penetrate deeper into her flesh and through her heart. She felt it – the essence of life that brought her into existence fade from the realm of the living. Her mouth was left gaping open, her eyes brimmed with tears of disbelief as the pain subsided and a lingering sensation of her heart breaking was all that remained. Across the vastness of space, Mira felt the agony of loss – as the flame of life that was her mother was snuffed out.

Somewhere within her, a darkness brewed, chains buckled and begged to be broken.

The child of Aaralyn Rekali closed her mouth that hung in disbelief, and began to cry.

[member="Ember Rekali"] | [member="Falcon Gyndar"] | [member="Aton Gyndar"] | [member="Rhyen Gyndar"]

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Note: Not involved in this Invasion. Merely a reactionary post.

 

[Falcon Rekali]

Location: Nickel One - Mandalorian Quarter - Hangar Bay
Allies: [member="Ember Rekali"]
Other Tags: [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Ordo"]
Available to tango.

It had to come out, sooner or later, and once it was out, he was raw. Red eyes departed from the hands that obscured them, tracking up and around to see the fingers slip from his shoulder as Ember stepped away to do those things. Grief and mourning would state their case for unreadiness, but it wasn't their time, not anymore. He sat up, hands on his thighs, loosed a long, shuddering breath, and began to pick himself up off the floor, hands checking for the simple daggers that he could do so much with, vestiges of his ancient past, and the lightsaber that to him had been given by family. Lastly, the gun that had brought him and [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] together - to think he had considered leaving it at home.

Then he turned and tailed after the clan father, twisting a hand back to call for his helm, shoving it onto his head as he ducked out of the hangar.

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Though lacking in the skills of obscuring himself, he made do with what had never left him - a silent foot and the grace of movement to evade notice. Though he may not have remained so unseen as the man he followed, he made up for it in precision and speed. Necks were abused for their exposure, heads wrenched back, crevasses as deep as the one many had seen in the Nether left behind where his blade had been. Weaknesses in armour were a quick study and summarily exploited, stab, twist, and yank. One neck had been broken with rage-fuelled torque, before he went on with the other man, painted with the crimson of life-that-was.

Not once would he concern himself with how much was enough. There never would be enough, for what was taken from him.

 

[Oddball]

Location: With Juwiela and Rogue Squadron
Objective: Defend Roche
Allies: The Republic [member="Juwiela Melec"]
Enemies: Mandos & [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Stuff: ship camo stuff more camo stuff I don't get

"You got it babe!" Oddball said on his comms.

The sleek little x-wing locked into attack position and the commando turned temporary pilot pulled off to join Juwiela on her flank. With his shields up and ready to go the novice pilot that was Oddball set for some space combat. He was still a little uncertain about this entire situation, but as long as he had Jewel to look after and know she was safe than it put his mind at ease.

She was the one thing that made him happy in this confusing existence, he'd had a very violent life of loss and rebellion. He'd been the oppressor fighting for Sith Lords and now he was the Rebel fighting off evil empires. But with the events of late he wasn't sure where he stood, all he knew was that he loved Juwiela and where she went he'd go. And where she was right now was a asteroid field of certain death, great choice.

"So do we have a plan here or are we just going to fly around until run out of fuel? Not complaining just wondering since it seems the enemies fleet is doing fleet stuff. And I'm pretty sure fleet stuff is bad." Oddball said having no idea how fleet combat worked.

 

[Kana Truden]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

“But he-... Just, never mind. I will try.” Kana whispered back to Jacen before he departed.

She was at odds with Gabriel. Not much would probably change that for a while, at least not until Kana could get used to being around a person with the same face as her own personal nemesis. But there was a time for bickering and now wasn’t it. She swallowed her pride and prejudice to allow the entire team to work as a complete chain. That was how it worked.

“I never leave home without it.” Kana withdrew the Kasha Crystal from around her neck. “Thank you.”

“It’s a-” She paused. “It’s-” Another pause. “I-...”

"Bays... vented of atmosphere, Master Eden. Lives lost, pain... quiet suffering. Can't help, no."

Kana heard Vaet. All air was was knocked out of Kana’s lungs in shock as if a heavy train had passed straight through her entire body unannounced. The force cried out in pain. It spoke of death, of suffering. Her hands grasped at the edge of a nearby table and she leaned over it to catch herself from falling over.

She knew this feeling from before.

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Kana laid her eyes on the dead corpses of the people that had become an extended family for her. As she looked at each and every single one of them she couldn’t help noticing that they all seemed at peace. Yet for all the peace was worth there were no smiles on their lips nor were there any frowns. There were no joy beaming through their innocent eyes either. They were quite simply just there, and no matter how desperately Kana tried to fix it, all they would ever remain was what they already were: empty. Devoid of life.

Younglings, padawans, knights and masters. All of the people whose names were imprinted on her mind just like good friends tended to be. Each of them had come by her clinic for check ups and now each of them were dead.

“Avalore!” The panic was evident in Kana’s voice, almost verging on a nervous breakdown. “Jacen, anyone!”

This was not how Kana would know peace. This was the exact opposite of that. Her breathing would not still and for each passing second she heaved for air.

“Help.”

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Defeat the Republic Forces, Raid the Asteroids of Roche for Mando'ade.
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: The Republic, Eventually [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Equipment: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Armor | Personal Energy Shield | Arbiter Combat Helmet
Theme: Injection by Rise Against

Lisette wasn't a corporate lackey, she wasn't some bland and random soldier that followed orders because someone said so, and she certainly wasn't someone to fight at someone's beck and call. She was, however, a proponent for activism, for freedom of choice and expression. Usually this put her at odd with massive corporations that exploited their employees and oppressed their contractually enslaved worlds, but this was something on an entirely different level than that. Here the Galactic Republic was fulfilling the ultimate hypocrisy - a government, purportedly for the people, that stripped their own citizens of their rights as business owners, practically robbed them of their money, and held them at gun-point. Here was oppression at its zenith, the prime definition of corruption, and its ultra anti-corporate leader, the so-called Prime Minister, Genevieve, became the monster she supposedly worked so hard to eliminate from the galaxy.

The Galactic Republic was no more - this was no Republic, not one she'd ever been a part of, anyway. Luckily several years back, after her escape from her mother's home on Prakith, Lisette joined up with the Mandalorians after a brief, and rather obscure, meeting with one Aaralyn Rekali prior to the events of the Netherworld, when she was still a little girl. Now she was wearing armor, though not beskar, with sabers at either side of her waist and a small energy shield at her wrist, and a helmet for those non-oxygen filled moments.

Enter the Roche Asteroids.

An invasion of incredible proportions, the first she had actively participated in herself in fact, was instigated by the very oppressive act that turned the Vahla woman against her former refuge. She didn't know any of the major participants in the invasion, she didn't know [member="Captain Larraq"] or [member="Anija Betna"], or really anyone at all, but she was here to pull her own weight and do what she felt was right, whether it meant breaking a few noses and killing a few kid's moms and dads it didn't matter. She was a Mandalorian now, and though she wasn't quite sure exactly what that meant to her, it meant she was going to fight with her people, for her people, even if the people she was fighting against had been the buffer against the One Sith for a decade or longer now.

Currently the Kuhn daughter, eldest of three, found herself standing with her feet gingerly planted on the ground at Nickel One, wondering if the reports that screeched across her comm-link were true or not - that some insane Republic higher-up had actually spaced an entire group of civilian innocents. 'Collateral damage, likely.' The thought grated like steel against stone in her head, her face visibly contorting to disgust at the idea of some individual killing so many without so much as a second thought, orders or otherwise.

In fact, she found herself standing just one section beyond the spaced, and a very quiet chill crept into her. Someone she knew had passed. Maybe she didn't know her very well, maybe she didn't have the chance, but [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] had been more of a mother in the short, very short, time she had known her than Silara Kuhn ever could have been. Maybe it was because Aaralyn hadn't locked her in an unlit basement cell with no conversation for the better part of a decade as a child, but like every person she met, Lisette had a very strong connection to her - though she doubted Aaralyn likely even remembered her in her passing. In truth, this death affected her far more than her mother's timely passing on Ziost, and it invited something into her that she rarely felt.

Rage.

She saw red, her fingers, as small as they were, curled into tight fists and her jaw was set with a snarl that could have scared off a Terentatek.

The Republic was far more ugly and disgusting than she could have ever imagined, so twisted and perverse that she wanted to wrap her fingers around the throat of the person that caused this loss of life and crush it. Though she was the daughter of a Sith Lord - former Sith Lord? - she hated to feel this way, to be guided by emotions and impulse, but this - this senseless slaughter - was a step too far. Nobody that could have done this was deserving of mercy, deserving of her ignorance, no.

Whoever did this deserved her undivided attention.

"Someone, tell me who is responsible." She spat into her commlink, her brow furrowed beneath her helmet. "Who do I have to kill?"

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Nickel one, in a dropship cockpit.
Objective: Break a crown, shatter a throne, avenge the fallen.
Allies: The screaming, definitely.
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Gear: Hands of the Master, Gourd of Doom (full of mulled wine), Flash-bangs (6 at start of post, ending with five), Thermal detonators (5), a packet of vending machine cookies, a straw hat, his silk robes, and silent screams of thousands of asphyxiated people.


Part of having too much insight for on'es own good meant that Vorhi was a man who would often take a moment to notice the truth in front of him. He had done it with Daxton Bane. He had done it with Rostu. He had done it the poor health of Feenarah Mason. And now, he had nearly done it again. He had nearly launched the ship, until, in a fit of impotence, the engine malfunctioned. He slam a fist agaisnt the console. "It has to end, why won't it end! Damnit, I need to find her, and stop her before--"


Then it happened. [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] becae one with the force. [member="Ember Rekali"] knew. Vorhi coudl sense it. Oh, fething hell. Of all the bad ideas, ever, this had happened. Truly, this had happened. And now, he could see it. Fragments of the past, whilring before him. He grunted. Between the ghosts and the truths, it was painful. He couldn't fly like this. He slowly walked out of the ship's cockpit. He trudge down the hall way, slowly, like a wound had occurred. He stopped. A moment of brief Lucidity.

Vorhi Alestrani focused his grief. His sorrow. His loss. Ember's loss. The galaxy's damn loss, really. Aaralyn Rekali my have been one of the single most annoying people he had ever fought, but she was also a good egg. He focused, meditating on the pain, not merely of those greiving, but of those who had died. He chanted. His Mando'a was rusty, but his inflection was honest as he cut his fore arm. The prayer of a living warrior to a dead army.


"Adol oyay, suum kyr'am," He chanted as his blood hit the floor. Through life, beyond death. An old invocation. A wicked one. Slowly, many of the phantoms appeared before him, nearly invisible, smokey beings of mist, even to his force sight. Only the angriest and most potent of souls were still lingering. A deathly green light flickered from the mouth and brow of the blind man, bestowing small flickers of light to silhouettes of these phantoms. Creations of Vorhi's own mind, immaterial, but gifted in the same way he was--with sight beyond the realms of life and death. "You forsaken. I ask you for judgement. What shall become of the one who ordered your deaths."


Any who were present in the hallway, would have heard a sound not unlike a wind howling through the hangar. "It is agreed, then. Go, with my sight. Help me find her. Then we can begin establishing her fate."

Vorhi slowly rose, bandaging the cut on his arm. He drank small sip of his wine. Soon, he would find her. Then, judgement. He focused, channeling his "eyes" through the various specters, invisible to all but the force, skulking about. He would find her. He would end this. He walked towards the hangar entrance, sighing. A needle in a warzone? Well, at least it was a needle with an insignia. He smiled, realizing that the ship hadn't been the right guess. He then walked over to this facility's other dock. Maybe he could rustle something up. It had been a long time, hiding in the shadows. maybe his debut needed a bit more.....ugly truth. Okay, maybe a lot more ugly truth. No more Mr. Nice Eyes.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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

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

Injured Party: N/A

A foreign mind briefly touched his. It tasted of sand and gruff and smoke, it sounded of chiming bells, orders given and patience tested, it smelled like solidarity, peace, but an ancient fury of a now-dead civilization burning - it was an intimidating presence, but strong and resolute in its commitment to all things good. A guardian then, a man who protected those who could not protect themselves. Vaet opened his eyes just in time to see the nod given to him, it was returned in kind and the briefest of touches was exchanged as well: young, green saplings surrounded by ancient groves of oaks and wildlife. The young Jedi, too, understood the desire to protect and cherish.

His connection with the Living Force strengthened as he drew from commitment and duty, from serenity and vigilance. This was above him, above his struggle to deal with the pain, it was above all of them. This was the reason they had been brought here, to help those in need and to bring justice to those who were beyond helping.

Vaet looked up to Avalore, his brows furrowed in contemplative thought, before that little hand of his reached up and took the Jedi's hand in his. Warmth, safety. It wasn't his way to express feelings, but it was hers... and that was enough for him.

But there was more to do, always more. Behind them Kana felt the same surge in the Force, a delayed feedback loop that crashed into her and send her spiraling back into the darkness from whence she came. He couldn't help those that had died at the hands of their supposed allies, but he could help here. His presence in the Force doubled, then tripled and multiplied even more, before his soft presence enveloped the aching pain that represented Kana currently. Truth to be told Vaet wasn't much of a physical healer, he tried hard, but it was the empathy where his strengths and true weaknesses resided.

Peace and strength would be funneled to Kana. Commitment to the cause. Visions of deep brown, fertile earth and blue, blue skies. Peace.

"Alone, you are not, Master Truden. Stand, we do. Together. Against this affront."

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Secure The Enemy
Allies: Mandos, True Republic, [member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Gear: See sig

Character: Captain Macer Heln, Kol'k Oto, Abram, Funke
Location: Nickel One Control Station
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


She looked to the Verpine. "We'll get the delegation to safety here and figure out what to do with them later. The Senate can have them for all I care." She jerked her chin toward Geft. "Ticon's units are still broadcasting friendly markers. Keep an eye on them and figure out how we're going to get to her after we've seen off the Verpine." Geft nodded, "Will do Commander." She turned to Abram and Funke. "Get your vode on the horn, I want status updates on the overall situation in five minutes from all the unit commanders." The two nodded as the turbolift slowed to a halt and the doors opened to reveal a Republic-held transit hangar.

The Hangars

"Personal shields on."

"Right."

They were approaching the lifts that would take them up to where the control station was that had vented the atmosphere and caused the death of an important Jedi figure and many others. Janira was as pissed as she had ever been in her entire life; all two years of it that didn't involve her in training simulators or actual combat training. Someone was going to pay for the dishonorable thing that had been done. As a senator she had the power to see to it.

As they neared the doors opened and she was surprised to see both the Supreme Commander and the Verpine in question. Janira was quite good at distinguishing faces, even insectoid ones. She stopped and drew her vibrosword.

"In the name of the Republic Senate you will turn these war criminals over to me, Supreme Commander. If you fail to do so, I will take them by force."

He troops, all with personal shields activated, drew their weapons as well. The Supreme Commander didn't have the numbers to take on a squad of EMBU's and the Echani with them. She would be foolish to try. Even so, all Janira wanted was the Verpine.

Elsewhere

The EMBU sent to gather [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]'s things had managed to do so, and returned via an airlock. It carried the items as gingerly as a high class warrior droid could, and began to make its way through the station. Janira had recently retrofitted the droids memory banks and had given them access to the Republic's mainframe of data. It knew who the deceased Jedi had been, and knew who the effects belonged to. It was now looking for the woman's father, which security feeds from the asteroid indicated was on the asteroid.

It carried the retrieved clothing and personal effects towards the fighting, where the embattled Republic forces who had nothing at all to do with what happened were being slaughtered, and stopped, waiting for the large Mandalorian to notice. It had been given no foe markers for the Mandalorians, and so it would not attack them, unless it was attacked first.

Among the items, and plainly visible, was a pendant.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Nickel One, Mando Quarter
[member="Janira Fenni"] [member="Falcon Gyndar"]
Still open for another PVP dance partner, verbal or physical

Falcon was keeping up, Ember noted with approval. His son-in-law was putting down his share of the commandos who'd done a fighting retreat with decompression tactics. The Force was strong with Falcon, and he knew what he was doing. And if he started using that gun at his belt, that cursed gun...well, things would get a whole lot nastier.

Ember dropped his White Current immersion as this particular knot of entrenched commandos, well, died. He cracked his neck and retracted his bloody beskar hookblades. "That was well done, Falcon," he said, then looked past the younger man, frowning. A battle droid, elegant, humanoid, with a powersword strapped to its back, its arms full of...

He walked to face the droid. EMBU, the kind the Echani had been fielding for about a decade now. Lethal suckers. The Echani were Republic members, but they'd always had their own minds. He had no choice but to take this as a gesture of respect.

"My compliments to your honourable commander," he said, accepting the stacked armour and the pendant. A heavy sigh, and he passed it all to Falcon, who had the far better claim to Aaralyn's gear. "May I know her name?" Echani were matriarchal; 'she' was a safe assumption.

 

[Katalyn]

Location: Central Station
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemy: [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Equipment: As in previous post, copy paste did not work?

Katalyn put her back against the wall as a volley fire came streaming down the corridor, they had a problem. That problem was they where barricade in, and had massive fire support down there. She turned to Arkrad who was in charge of squad and informed him, ​They may have more than ne chain gun. ​Rushing the corridor would be suicide, and they knew it. Arkrad grimaced under his helmet, he knew his squad was just an advance force, and that was many others trying other corridors, they would all have similar problems. As fighting in tunnels numbers counted for nothing, it came down to sheer individual fire power. He then signalled katalyn to move away from the corner, she quickly complied. As she got away he took her place, he put his grenade launcher round the corner, but not his body. He could not aim the shots, but he just pressed the trigger, he kept his finger down, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP. ​​Then he ran out of ammo, he jumped out of the way of and another took his place with the ripper gun. He fired down the corridor, as Katalyn and Arkrad and others braced themselves in case of breach. She felt a cold beads of sweat on for head, as the moments seem to take hours.

She hoped that would clear them out, as other wise this could become a long drawn out affair.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Medical relief
[member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Vaet"] @Gabriel sinoma

Kana would hear a screech as a chair was dragged across the ground behind her. Then there was a firm grip on her shoulder and a second hand grasped one of her hands, trying to gently prise the white fingers from the table edge.

“Kana, sit down,” Jacen said firmly but quietly, before he tried to ease her down onto the chair he'd rapidly pulled across the floor before she lost her legs.

The Marshal turned to the other healers. “The facility is safe, there are patients coming in.” And corpses, he didn't say. “My boys have got eyes on the perimeter.”

Quickly he unclipped a metal flask from his belt and placed it on the table. It was filled with a watery energy drink he tended to carry with him. Somewhere in his robes was a block of that decent dark chocolate Lilin always liked as well.

“Drink,” he said quietly. “You're here, you're safe, you're with friends.”

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: En route to Nickel One
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member=Popo], [member=Elijah Rekali]
Enemies: [member=Dish], [member=Commander Lusk], [member=Keira Ticon]
Gear: FIrst post

"Got a point there, Elijah. Hell, I hope we're lucky to jump on some Padawans and take their braids, and make some profit out of that. I hear that the Dark Lord of the Sith pays fifty thousand credits by the braid," the Field Marshal said to his lieutenant. His days of doing mercenary work and helping the Republic were over now that they were a weak and failing faction, and that meant low revenue for people in his work field. Why waste your skills on a faction like the Galactic Republic when you can give them to a prosperous one like the One Sith. After the Mandalorian began doing mercenary and bounty hunter contracts for the Sith he noticed how much profit he could earn a week's of work which was much more higher than what the Republic could offer, which was obvious. Vilaz was the type of man that worked for people who appreciated his work and it was seen that the Sith were that type of people since they paid handsomely. "I think you should be worried about upgrading from durasteel to duraplast, vod. I've been smoking cigarettes since I was twelve and no lungs have failed me yet," he replied back with a chuckle.

Then came the transmission coming from some Republic high ranking officer threatening their invaders if they didn't retreat. They were nothing but words, however, Vilaz became static when he heard the woman comparing the so called "might of the Republic" to the Clans of Mandalore. Better trained, better organized, and powerful. A look of anger invaded Vilaz's face like it never had before which caused him to take out the cigarette he was enjoying from his mouth, crushed it with his crushgaunts, and exhale the remaining chemicals from his lungs. The Redneck also found it quite ironic since it was the Republic pleading and begging the Mandalorians to help them in their dark and desperate times. With an angry tone of voice Vilaz finally broke his silence with a sentence of, "I just hope Larraq pulls a Dromud Kaas on her shebs."

His attention went to the pilot of the dropship and ordered him to fly him, Elijah, and the warriors in the vessel to take him to the base established on Nickel One. Without hesitation the pilot obeyed and flew out of the vessel it was in with other dropships following Vilaz and Elijah. Mere moments later they were approaching Nickel One and saw Republic forces already landing on the asteroid which then shot out rockets and projectiles to the incoming swarm of Mandalorians. "Get us as close as you can to the base. I don't want anyone to waste their reserves of oxygen yet," the Bounty Hunter said before landing on the asteroid and marching towards the base. If the leaders of the Galactic Republic thought there was any chance to make peace with the Clans of Mandalore then they could stop their hoping and praying for such a thing. Not after being insulted from the female officer they heard recently on the comms, or the incident that just happened with many Mandalorian and Republic civilians losing their lives thanks to [member=Ali Hadrix] which was something that the Field Marshal had no knowledge of.

Never forget, never forgive.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

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

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[SIZE=11pt]CAS – 6 Heavy Armour[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]X-60 Happy Boomerhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/46608-x-60-happy-boomer/[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=14.6667px]It was no surprise that the Mandalorian was capable of evading Jaccer first two attacks. These first two attacks were only a warm up, used only to see how fast his opponent was and the level of skill he operated at. [/SIZE]

The attack from the Mandalorian was easily encountered by the trained Republic soldier. Both blades, Jaccer's and Vahn's would clash in a parry before Jaccer would launched his blade to one side, changing the direction of his opponents knife and hopefully disarming him. However the disarming would be unlikely as there simply not enough force behind this counter-attack.

This method was not working. Jaccer would have to be quicker to have any chance in breaking the defence of the Mando and causing damage. Taking a step back, he would detach most of the durasteel plates of his armour. He was now less protected but much faster, as he didn't have the great weight of the armour resting on his shoulders. Hopefully this battle could be ended before the Mandalorian push reached the area, if not Jaccer would be in another world of trouble. It was evident, from his voice and his attacks that Vahn was getting aggravated. The soldier would use this to his advantage.

"Maybe the Mandalorians need to get troops which can spot proximity mines..." He taunted, before retreating back into a defensive position, preparing for the flurry of attacks which would undoubtely come to soon.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Medical Relief

[member="Kana Truden"] [member="Vaet"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]

Vaet's hand was in her own, causing the Master Healer to pause as Jacen directed her towards his Comm Officer. Brown eyes looked down, brows knitting upwards with a smile that wanted to be but couldn't find its way. She squeezed back, resolving to be there for him as long as he needed it, before turning and leading him towards the designated Officer.

Everything happened in a whirlwind - a frenzied yet cohesive pace of people who knew their jobs but had never really worked together. Drone bees from neighboring hives carrying out tasks with the rules programmed in. There was some bumping-into, some jostling about, but tables and gurneys and surgical tents and medical supply crates and Healers and Medics and soldiers...

A Communications Officer assisted Avalore, but his findings did little to assuage the growing worry for what happening Vaet had experienced. Signal blocks. Nothing in, nothing out. The Officer frowned, "I'll see what I can do, Master Eden. I've got a few tricks up my sleeves yet..."

Avalore heaved a sigh. They were all there and now the patients and evacuated were beginning to roll in. Local Verpine and a scattering of Mandalorian Soldiers helped to coordinate the efforts. She paused at the sudden cry of Kana behind her but Jacen was quick and also closer. Avalore had to trust he could help her friend, there was too much else to do.

"Do you speak basic?" she asked of a nearby armored Mandalorian soldier who cocked his helmeted head quizzically at her in return.

"Is that a joke?" came his garbled, mechanical reply.

"No! Sorry...I've just never met...it doesn't matter."

The man's shoulders shook once with a suppressed snort.

"Thank you," Avalore began, "for helping coordinate the relief station. Every little bit helps."

"Seems to me this is more than a little bit, Master Jedi," those last two words were growled on a tone that Avalore was not particularly keen on but she did not press the issue.

"Something's happened," a glance down at Vaet now, frown deepening, "my Padawan and fellow Master have sensed it. Something awful. Innocent lives lost and suffering and we can't get to them. Can you spread the word for us? Help get the wounded here? We'll see to everyone, anyone that needs it."

The soldier watched her quietly for several long moments that left Avalore wondering just how old he was, how many wars he'd seen, how much loss he'd been through...or caused. No one was truly innocent here. He nodded finally and without a word turned with a signal to two others before heading out.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Location: Bridge of Skira-class Battleship "Skira" / Heart of Mandalorian Fleet / Approaching Nickel One
Objective: Engage and Destroy,
Allies: [member="Ember Rekali"],[member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Anija Betna"], [member="Jack Raxis"], Mandalorians and allies,
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Abigail Selonna"], [member="Reshmar"], [member="James Justice"], Republic and allies,
Neutral: [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]


Rygel Larraq gripped the nearby console as a shudder pulsed through the Skira from somewhere behind the bridge. Before he could issue the order, the escorting pair of Concordia Dreadnoughts opened fire upon the Galactic Alliance ships. The Battleship and pair of escorts were not directly in-line with the Mandalorian formation. The GA ships were on their 2-30 and elevated roughly 40-degrees from the Mandalorian Fleet's direction of travel. Only two-thirds of the available firepower from each Concodia was able to be brought to bare upon Commandant Selonna's ships. Even then, the firepower each Concordia was able to bring to bare upon the Galactic Alliance's ships should have roughly matched the long range capabilities displayed by the former Protectorate ships.

Trusting his sub-commanders to deal with the young Commandant for the moment, Larraq turned his attention to the status of the ship that bore him. "Status report." He demanded, releasing his grip from the nearest console and walking towards an engineer's station. "Hostile shots were scattered. Half of them missed us." The junior officer reported. "But it looks like a third of their shots bypassed our shields somehow. Two shots dented the armor, two more penetrated three decks before stopping... one punched strait through us, sir."

(Yellow is dents, orange is minor penetration, red is full penetration)

"And we took that at an angle." Larraq said as he glanced at the young Mando'ad's terminal over his shoulder. "What's the internal damage look like?"

"Bulkheads secure, power and life support re-routed around damaged sections." The junior officer reported. "Point defense on the starboard fore is reporting damage to tracking systems. Mainly they just took out the officer's quarters and mess. 40 crew missing and presumed dead. 68 wounded."

"Understood." Larraq said to the young officer, annoyance filling his words. Annoyance not at the officer, but at Commandant Selonna. "Keep up the good work and get those wounded taken care of."

Returning his attention to the map at the fore of the bridge, Larraq assessed the battlefield situation. "Enemy's firing Hypervelocity rounds that bypass shields." Larraq stated needlessly before giving his orders. "Turn everything but the Concordia and Jahaatir broadside with the incoming fire and divert as much power as possible to starboard shields. Focus the shielding over the reactors if possible. Also... Move the entire formation ventral on maneuvering thrusters. I want asteroids at a 30-degree angle between us and the Galactic Alliance ships." Between the jamming and the asteroids, moving his ships into better cover should make them harder to target. But with Hypervelocity weapons in play, Larraq had to be careful about his positioning. If he attempting to get too deeply into cover, the enemy fire would send chunks of the nearby asteroids into his formation.

(must run IRL. Will edit from phone to respond to James, Resh, and Gir, as well as the events and transmissions coming from Nickel One.)
(Back from IRl things. Wasn't able to manage phone edits thanks to phone dieing. So finishing the post now.)

With his orders given, Larraq focused on the map and the rest of his formations. Spreading away from the Dreadnoughts and Battleships of his primary force, seven smaller icon ranged ahead, spreading out as they advanced. A single Heavy Frigate Group and two Interceptor Frigate Groups spread further to port as an identical grouping spread to starboard. The ships kept themselves within the disk of asteroids that made up Roche, using them for cover as they snaked their way through the belt. As the frigates and the squadrons of fighters that escorted them spread out among the rocks of Roche, the swarm of Shaadlar Troopships and dropships, escorted by a sizable chunk of starfighter and bomber squadrons, were rapidly approached Nickel One in as close to a strait line as they could manage. Ahead of them, the Bio-Corvette closed on the station.

Another ping escaped the three frigates that surrounded the Skira. As the wave of the active scan moved through the system, the map updated with new information. A number of cruisers and battleships had suddenly appeared among the asteroids. The lack of accompanying hyperdrive signatures telling Larraq that someone had a base hidden in that part of the belt. Out of range and hidden among the asteroids, there was little he could do about those ship at the moment, and ordering the handful of frigates he had moving in that direction could end in disaster. No... He'd have to save that force for when he could bring his own battleships to bare. Or so he thought until a cluster of crimson streaks pierced the holographic map. "Hyperspace signatures." One of his junior officers called out. "Republic escorts landing on top of the Galactic Alliance ships."

"I can see that. Continue to focus fire on the three Alliance ships. We can deal with the Republic forces once they have been disabled.." Larraq said as he stepped closer to the map. "And what about these other signatures?" He asked, indicating a pair of much smaller markers.

"Not sure, sir." The officer responded. "They tore a big hole in hyperspace to get here, but we're not getting anything on sensors. No ion signatures either."

"Run a comparison calculation on those two signatures." Larraq said as he placed his hands upon the holotable, his eyes locked upon the pair of red lines that lingered on the map. "See how they check out against our reading for the gravity and magnetics in that area."

The officer paused for a moment, waiting for the inevitable triple-ping of the Ulur'uur frigates. Mere seconds after the sensor pulse vibrated through the hull of the Skira, the junior officer grinned. "Got it." The junior officer proclaimed. "No gravity distortions in the area, but two of the three frigates are getting a slight magnetic signature that doesn't match what we're getting on any other sensor system. Looks like a pair of stealth... shuttles maybe?"

"Understood." Larraq said as he stared at the two icons trying to hide among the asteroids. "Escorts and scouts. Republic Navy can't be too far behind."

Larraq widened his view of the Roche belt. The Republic couldn't travel directly through it, but they could likely pop up anywhere they wanted above or below the disk. And that was not something that Larraq could allow. "Not how I wanted to use these..." Larraq said to himself before turning his attention to the new Republic Ships that had begun moving into position around the Galactic Alliance ships. The pair of Concordia Dreadnoughts continued to bombard the three ships, ignoring the smaller escorts for the moment. The Jahaatir Ewar Frigates were not so kind. The four ships had now turned to face the threat and were laying down a blanket of Ewar upon the entire formation of Alliance and Republic ships. Two of the Frigates were reporting that all of their jamming beams where being focused on the pair of 500 meter ships while the other two reported bombarding the 1,000 meter ship with their full complement. Spread out through space in a cone, four broad spectrum jamming systems were more than enough for the handful of corvettes that had appeared to protect the Alliance ships, as well as whatever starfighters either formation happened to launch.

Larraq could not afford to allow the Republic Navy to drop in behind him, nor could he risk activating interdiction fields within the asteroid belt itself. The gravity produced by four Krayt-class Light Cruisers would pull every asteroid within a four hundred thousand kilometers crashing down on his fleet. Had things gotten bad... they could easily serve as a trump card. Or a weapon. For now though, he had other means of protecting his forces. "We're going with plan Delta-Seven-C." He said to the room. His words were relayed through junior officers and comm systems until they reached the men who needed to hear them. Sticking close to each of the four Krayt-class Light Cruisers that flew escort for the Skira, Ulur'uur Frigates, and Jahaatir Frigates, a single squadron of Cabur Starfighters waited in the shadows with Hyperdrive Rings attached. These 48 starfighters were Larraq's trump card. Inside their bomb bay, each starfighter held 4 Pulsemass Generator Warheads. Typically deployed like a missile from a Nebula Cruiser, these warheads had been rigged with a simple 20-second detonator. "Launch now." Larraq said to the room. When his words reached the ears of the 48 pilots, each ship launched to hyperspace in a random direction. They stayed in Hyperspace for mere seconds. Long enough only to deploy the mines and then return.

On the holodisplay, the handful of red lines showing Republic Navy hyperspace travel had barely faded before being replace by four dozen angry red lines. Each starfighter returned to realspace... somewhere in the system. Well beyond the range of the Ulur'uur's sensors. They'd be back soon though. Each PU18 Hyperdrive Ring came equipped with a HIMS standard, courtesy of the 500 Series Hyperdrives that adorned them. In the meantime... Larraq counted down the 20 seconds that remained before this section of Roche was locked down by Mass-Shadow.


OOC to Abigail

Spoiler

Rational behind damage taken.
2x Heavy Javelin Cannons, 10x Heavy Mini-Javelin Cannons
"Power: 1x Heavy, Long Range Hypervelocity Cannon"
"Power: 2x Heavy, Long Range Mass-Drivers"
Heavy, Long Range Mass-Drivers = 4 points for damage, 6 points for range. Aka; "Heavy, Heavy Mass-Drivers" for damage value
Heavy, Long Range HVC = 100 points total. It has never been specified how this breaks down, but it's often treated as being similar or identical to HLR mass Drivers. Aka; 40 points for damage, 60 for range.

Reading the Description of the Mini weapons, that puts the total at roughly 54 Mass Drivers to the Shields, 26 Mass Drivers to the Hull. (In damage)
Reading the Description of the Javelin weapons, that puts the total at roughly 54 Mass Drivers to the Shields, 26 Mass Drivers to the Hull. (In damage)

OOC, you stated that you felt roughly half of your shots would miss due to the active jamming and because my ships have not moved much between the time of your post of aiming and your post of firing. I find this agreeable.

So the total damage value of what hit the Skira was roughly 54 Mass Drivers to the Shields and 26 Mass Drivers to the Hull.

MANDALORIAN FLEET
19,984 / 20,000 Meters
700+ Starfighters
66 Shuttles/Dropships + 16 Shaadlar Troopships (deployed from Kandosii Dreadnoughts)
106 "Light Freighter" sized warships (plus jack's freighter)

Included Formations and Hanger Complement

Spoiler

19,984 / 20,000 Meter Fleet

---Command And Control (1x): 6,350

• 1x Skira CIC Battleship: 850
• 2x Mircin Prison Ship: 800
• 4x Krayt Light Cruiser: 450
• 3x Ulur'uur Sensor Frigate: 300
• 4x Jahaatir Ewar Frigate: 300

4 Cabur Patrol Ship Squadrons (48x)
4 Tagaanalir Patrol Ship Squadrons (24x)
2.5 Purudii Starfighter Squadrons (30x)
4 Beskad Starfighter Squadrons (48x)
4 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadrons (40x)
4 Kandosii Bomber Squadrons (48x)
5 Naast Missile Boat Squadrons (60x)
4.5 Rodarch LAAT Squadrons (54x)
2x Tegaanalir Patrol Ships

---Escorted Dreadnought Pair (2x): 4,410 / 8,820

• 2x Concordia Dreadnought: 1550
• 2x Kandosii Dreadnought: 1360
• 4x Keldabe Battleship: 750

40x Purudii Starfighters
60x Vhe'viin Interceptors
40x Cabur Starfighters
16x Bes'uliik Starfighters
30x Kandosii Bombers
30x Naast Missile Boat

4 Beskad Starfighter Squadrons (48x)
4 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadrons (40x)
2 Kandosii Bomber Squadrons (24x)
2 Naast Missile Boat Squadrons (24x)
12x Tegaanalir Patrol Ships
12x Rekali-class Superiority Fighters
16x Shaadlar-type Troopships
60x Basilisk War Droids (Type 1, Type 2, Type 3)


---Heavy Frigate Group (2x): 1,110 / 2,220

• 4x Ordo Frigate: 380
• 2x Nynr Heavy Frigate: 350

16x MMG-84S Mandalorian Gunships
12x Galaar Shuttles


---Interceptor Frigate Group (4x): 580 / 2,320

• 4x Haran'uliik Light Frigate: 220
• 8x Nebula Corvette: 360

2 Purudii Starfighter Squadrons (24x)
2 Vhe'viin Interceptor Squadrons (24x)
2 Cabur Starfighter Squadrons (24x)
2 Kandosii Bomber Squadrons (24x)
2 Naast Missile Boat Squadrons (24x)


---Escorted Corvette: 274

• 1x Mesen'loras Bio-Corvette: 150
• 4x Rekali Superiority Fighter: 124

2x Beskad Starfighters
2x Cabur MkII Starfighters
4x Cabur Patrol Ships

Formations and Starfighter Distribution

Spoiler

---Primary Formation: 15,170
------Command And Control Group (1x): 6,350
------Escorted Dreadnought Pair (2x): 4,410 / 8,820

• 1x Skira CIC Battleship: 850
• 2x Mircin Prison Ship: 800
• 4x Krayt Light Cruiser: 450
• 3x Ulur'uur Sensor Frigate: 300
• 4x Jahaatir Ewar Frigate: 300
• 2x Concordia Dreadnought: 1550
• 2x Kandosii Dreadnought: 1360
• 4x Keldabe Battleship: 750
• 4 Cabur Starfighter Squadrons (48x) + Hyperdrive Rings

---Heavy Frigate Group: 1,110

• 2x Ordo Frigate: 380
• 1x Nynr Heavy Frigate: 350
• 1 Rekali Superiority Fighter Squadron (4x)
• 1 Beskad Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadron (10x)
• 
  1 Purudii Starfighter Squadron (12x)
  
• 
  1 Vhe'viin Interceptor Squadron (12x)
  
• 
  1 Kandosii Bomber Squadron (12x)
  
• 
  1 Naast Missile Boat Squadron (12x)
  

---Heavy Frigate Group: 1,110

• 2x Ordo Frigate: 380
• 1x Nynr Heavy Frigate: 350
• 1 Rekali Superiority Fighter Squadron (4x)
• 1 Beskad Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadron (10x)
• 1 Purudii Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Vhe'viin Interceptor Squadron (12x)
• 1 Kandosii Bomber Squadron (12x)
• 1 Naast Missile Boat Squadron (12x)

---Interceptor Frigate Group: 580

• 1x Haran'uliik Light Frigate: 220
• 2x Nebula Corvette: 360
• 
  1 Cabur Patrol Ship Squadron (12x)
  
• 
  1 Tagaanalir Patrol Ship Squadron (6x)
  
• 1 Purudii Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Vhe'viin Interceptor Squadron (12x)
• 1 Kandosii Bomber Squadron (12x)
• 1 Naast Missile Boat Squadron (12x)
• 1 Beskad Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadron (10x)

---Interceptor Frigate Group: 580

• 1x Haran'uliik Light Frigate: 220
• 2x Nebula Corvette: 360
• 
  1 Cabur Patrol Ship Squadron (12x)
  
• 
  1 Tagaanalir Patrol Ship Squadron (6x)
  
• 1 Purudii Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Vhe'viin Interceptor Squadron (12x)
• 1 Kandosii Bomber Squadron (12x)
• 1 Naast Missile Boat Squadron (12x)
• 1 Beskad Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadron (10x)

---Interceptor Frigate Group: 580

• 1x Haran'uliik Light Frigate: 220
• 2x Nebula Corvette: 360
• 
  1 Cabur Patrol Ship Squadron (12x)
  
• 
  1 Tagaanalir Patrol Ship Squadron (6x)
  
• 1 Purudii Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Vhe'viin Interceptor Squadron (12x)
• 1 Kandosii Bomber Squadron (12x)
• 1 Naast Missile Boat Squadron (12x)
• 1 Beskad Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadron (10x)

---Interceptor Frigate Group: 580

• 1x Haran'uliik Light Frigate: 220
• 2x Nebula Corvette: 360
• 
  1 Cabur Patrol Ship Squadron (12x)
  
• 
  1 Tagaanalir Patrol Ship Squadron (6x)
  
• 1 Purudii Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Vhe'viin Interceptor Squadron (12x)
• 1 Kandosii Bomber Squadron (12x)
• 1 Naast Missile Boat Squadron (12x)
• 1 Beskad Starfighter Squadron (12x)
• 1 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadron (10x)

---Escorted Corvette: 274

• 1x Mesen'loras Bio-Corvette: 150
• 4x Rekali Superiority Fighter: 124
• 2x Beskad Starfighters
• 2x Cabur MkII Starfighters
• 4x Cabur Patrol Ships

---Troopship Assault Cluster: ~2,080 (all deployed ships)

• 16x Shaadlar-type Troopships
• 16x MMG-84S Mandalorian Gunships
• 12x Galaar Shuttles
• 4.5 Rodarch LAAT Squadrons (54x)
• 60x Basilisk War Droids (Type 1, Type 2, Type 3) (plus riders)
• 2.33 Tagaanalir Patrol Ship Squadrons (14x)
• 1 Rekali Superiority Fighter Squadron (4x)
• 2 Beskad Starfighter Squadrons (24x)
• 2 Cabur MkII Starfighter Squadrons (20x)
• 0.33 Bes'uliik Starfighter Squadron (4x)
• 1.83 Purudii Starfighter Squadrons (22x)
• 1.33 Cabur Starfighter Squadrons (16x)
• 1 Vhe'viin Interceptor Squadron (12x)
• 4.5 Kandosii Bomber Squadrons (54x)
• 5.5 Naast Missile Boat Squadrons (66x)

---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"])

 

[Cloudburner]

Equipment: Suppressed Rapid Fire DL-44, 2x Ion grenades, grappling hook and combat knife.
Location: Nickel One
Enemies: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Allies: Mandalorians

"At least we don't over exaggerate how strong our warriors are!"

He initiated rage mode. He was 10x as strong as he was before now. The commander had no chance of getting a hit in.

"Going for the armor I see. Smart. But that will be irrelevant once I have your brains on my boot!"

He started to aim for the commander's shrapnel infested leg. From there he would go for the other leg, weakening the commander step by step.

The commander could not possibly dodge the attacks. Fett's rage was too powerful.