Public Cloning Business (SO)

[Nalana Baxa]

Kamino
Security Section Beta
Armor: Foundling Armor, "Mortarium" Jetpack Weapons: 1x Lightsaber (Orange, Fathers), 2x Pseudosonic Beam Pistols​

The quiet chime of security updates rolled through as normal, a humanoid went through looking on the datastreams. His helmet laid to the side, of a rustic brown and yellow reflective gold. It was not much for a foundling armor, but it would work for what she was assigned to do, go against small portions of intruders and do security details. He had never truly left Kamino in the last three years, being kept in this singular planet for training and to be safeguarded against the New Imperial Order...or whatever their name had turned into recently. Tapping onto a few security cameras, she caught a glimpse of something strange, it was choppy as if distorted on purpose. The footage had of course, kept an eye on a Kamonian named Gom, something Nalana had been trying to decipher of various codes but had been unsuccessful. While others considered him paranoid, he felt something was up with the Kamonian since she been on the planet. In the footage, she can barely make out a figure in the other room, some humanoid. Before she could decipher who the person is, the entire facility started to blare klaxon alarms all across the platforms.

Then it happened, the platform rocked as many starships seemed to crash land, some in particular on her platform. One was directly above her as they had imbeded directly into the Security Section Beta. At first, he thought it was a simple disaster but when blaster fire erupted, several other security personal started to open fire back as blaster fire was exchanged into the Security Room in a hurry. Nalana got up from the floor and quickly pressed the helmet onto his head, stumbling as blaster fire ricocheted off the armor. Trying to reach the main computer core, he dashed inside and slammed his fist onto the blast door, sealing the room off from the outer fighting as more and more security personal fell.

This was a massacre, this is a deliberate attack! Stumbling through the room, the blaster fire was starting to stop as Nalana got towards the computer core, tapping into the central data nodes and did a complete backup. It took less than a few seconds, dinging as he took the datachip and placed it into one of the gauntlets, securing the data. Moving over towards one of the armory lockers, placed for emergencies, he ripped it open. He hoped this day would not come, but war has decided to appear before Nalana on the planet of Kamino. Taking the two extra ammo cores for the BDC, it was slapped onto the Gription back sides of the Mortarium and taking a thermal remote mine, set the timer for two minutes and placed onto the computer core itself. It was time to leave, reprogramming the blast doors to open with wireless connection, he let a Whistling Bird Grenade slip come below the jetpack and chucked it through the blast door as it fully opened.

Whistling noises could be heard as there was sudden pops and explosions, people crying out as multiple hostiles were dropped within a few seconds. Then the roar of the jetpack would screech in the room as Nalana rocketed past them, landing quickly on the floor from an impromptu jump as blaster fire erupted around him before jumping upwards again as the fuel rocketed upwards through a slim hole made from the starship in the ceiling. Exiting completely from the building, the wings popped out from the sides of the jetpack and rocketed forward extremely fast, at a one hundred and sixty kilometers an hour.

Flying around the platform, Nalana checked the footage of where the scientist was located last. Getting a GPS marker, he let himself drop from the sky briefly to turn in mid-air before rocketing out again towards the platform where Gom was. Passing over several platforms of the mega-structure, Nalana was noticing many shuttles landing to begin assault, one of which, was apparently a massive battlefield going on below...and shuttlecraft that seems to be partly their command centers, they seem heavily guarded. The crackling skies gave way, feeling the rain pour onto his armor as he once again, shut off the jetpack and let himself fall down to Kamino, towards the Shuttlecrafts.

It was liberating, something that Nalana could never explain. To feel the hair of his flow into the wind, to feel the rush of the skies around him bend. It was truly free, no chains, no binding. Plummeting towards Kamino rapidly, he waited till the right angle presented itself, then turned on flight mode again, going quickly forward with the heads-up display locking onto one of the shuttlecraft. It started to beep, leaning his head down as he made sure not to lose his head with the Disruptor reaching at full charge.

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Fly-By Engagement
Allies: Siv Dragr Volo Dragr
Enemies: Darth Strosius Dvasia​

Siv Dragr was going to be soon considered either very lucky or very unlucky in a few moments. The blaster fire outside was reaching a cresendo, a lot of sith soldiers, troops and various other kinds were starting to clamber on top of the shuttlecraft. Most were getting armed, some may been preparing explosives to break their way in, though this was not going to go to plan. One of the soldiers would notice something bright red from afar in the rain, pointing out to speak, the words were instantly cut off as a loud screech and a loud SHRIEKING noise filled the air. The top left quarter, near the hatch no doubt but thankfully away from Siv, was completely disintegrated to black ash. Those that were soldiers climbed over it, were now gone, nothing but parts of limbs and weaponry. What was fired, was considered the Big Disruptor Cannon or as Haon Hafey rather preferred to have called it.

The Big Damn Cannon​

Nalana landed between the landing shuttles as a few stranglers were nearby, flipping out her twin Psuedosonic Beam Pistols, letting the Sonic Beams erupt on Lethal Setting. As it ringed the ears of multiple soldiers, some screamed in pain and dropped as it took several seconds for each one to get killed, many with blasters erupted onto Nalana, most missing but some skipping off the armor. Hearing the whine down with the Beam Pistols, he pushed himself behind cover on the other landing craft. Not even noticing Siv was in the other craft or more notably, almost killing him possibly, he let the power packs fall down as he started the process of reloading, his hands shaking. While it was show and he was doing well, he was never comfortable in combat situations without a loaded blaster...that included the beam pistols as he dropped one of the power packs, having to kneel down to pick it up and slam it in.

This was going to be a long day.

 

[Koda Fett]

His last few memories of the ancient Jedi homeworld consisted of a desolated front reduced to no more than ash and cinders as the remnants of a Sith Lord held onto a needless life, and miserable existence. It was the familiar rain of Kamino that washed it aside, all the old soil and dried blood of those that fell - whether to himself, or near the Mandalorian. In either case, it was over with now. Until the alarms sounded, the hum of sabers continued, and word of Sith infiltration had made itself clear.

It took no time at all for his blaster to run hot and the vented bodies of Sith and soldiers alike to fall onto the stark white interior of the Kaminoan facilities. Never once had Fett seen them dirtied, some odd amount of amusement came with the chance to see it. He wandered the halls alone, for now. Sith were not new to the infamous hunter, and what was the rank and file when a true Dark Lord had been stared across from the black T-visor and seen a threat.

 

[Darth Ahriman]

Darth Ahriman​

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Inventory: Sith Armor | Sith Lightsaber.
Allies: Darth Strosius | Darth Nito | Alina Tremiru | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn | Dragus Jakar | Mae Tecono | Lukas | Dvasia
Enemies: Siv Dragr | Volo Dragr | Verin Oldo | Fenn Stag | Kelisea Dragr | Koda Fett

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The Sith Infiltrator veered back around to do a second strafing run, laying siege to the enemy compound before Darth Ahriman would hand the controls over to an officer and member of Sigma-Five-Delta, soon getting up from his station and turning back to head towards the rear of the craft in order to take up the fight on the ground alongside his brethren.

Returning at a slower pace this time, the Infiltrator's nose lifted and its thrusters fired hard in order to perform a quick and reckless landing. The cargo hatch opened and the Sith Inquisitor jumped out before the craft could once again lift-off while the engines were still running hot, leaving Darth Ahriman to continue on foot towards the cloning facility, his lightsaber in hand and already igniting the crimson blade against the rain pelting down all around them.

Blasterfire slammed into the side of a nearby signal beacon, metal and plasma splashing against the cold air, the Sith Knight turning and raising his lightsaber to deflect several other bolts that were fired his way, one of which was deflected back at the opposition. Extending his left arm however, Darth Ahriman pointed his MV-18 "Force" Class Vambrace in their general direction and triggered a volley of explosive darts to fire from the inbuilt launcher. Each of the darts fired off, spiralling and impacting around the hostile shooters, lighting the area up in an explosion of fire and smoke.

Ahriman had barely faltered in his stride towards the facility, seeking to catch up with Darth Strosius and Alina Tremiru , both former compatriots from the late Sith Empire.

 

[Lycia]

Cloning Business
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Sith is the corruption, the rot that eats and destroys, the untamed flame of desolation. Never suffer the sith. When the rallying call came to get to Kamino, a cowardly attack from the sith, Lycia was one of the first to respond. Getting to Kamino was the easy part, getting down onto the platform itself, now that would be the hard part. Firstly, assess the situation from afar, find the optimum angle for the transport to get in with its cargo of warriors, and stop the sith from taking over Kamino. In theory, it was easy, in practice, there was no way in the hells they'd be able to make a conventional landing. So they saw only one logical way to get down there without becoming a fireball.

The rush of wind on the fur was always exhilarating, being in freefall faster than the rain was an experience, but not one that Lycia could let distract her. The arrester pack caught her just before impact, hitting the landing deck of one of the stations and giving a war cry as she charged with her axes towards the first enemy she saw. A fury of ancients, moving fast and agile through the opposition almost impossible to track as her blades cleaved and hacked. The werewolf had landed and she was pissed

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[Volo Dragr]

H U N T E R
OBJECTIVE : Help A Brother Out | Defend Kamino
GEAR : Atiniir'gam | I'dadr | ENCL-21 Ra'ntisr Heavy Blaster Pistol
ALLIES : Siv Dragr | Nalana Baxa
OPPONENTS : Darth Strosius | OPEN

"Thought you were recovering!" the Guildmaster shouted back, swiftly reaching back over to his vambrace and tapping a single button. There was a distinctive click as he heard the mechamiri pack deactivate; such a small thing that was able to draw a distinctive smirk out of the usually all-business man.

Volo stopped himself in his tracks, holding his beskad out to the side with his right hand, and clenching his left- he quickly slid his foot back and threw his arm with it, unclenching his fist as a fiery ball of Netherworld energy formed in his hand- and within a moment he threw it, just like a soldier would throw a grenade.

The form wasn't wholly inaccurate, given the explosive nature of the Annihilator Code set in his Resa'geriuvr crushgaunt. The explosive ball of energy was aimed right for the centre of the 'Maw' charge and, unless the scantily armoured raiders had some advanced technology hidden under their savage robes, would strike and burst, sending a wave of flaming, pure Netherworld energy cascading through their ranks.

"You'd think. I've heard nothing-" his voice trailed off, because his eyes caught something. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at, till he was. An infiltrator ship. Certainly not a Maw Ship, atleast not a salvaged one... Though it was hard to make out against the storm overhead, it was in far too good a condition to belong to the savages; far too clean, far too sharp. Far too Imperial. "Unless this ain't the Maw. Sith Infiltrator ship, just taking off-"

His comms was cut short, though he felt he got the message through. The source of the interruption happened to be a raider, who'd gotten the jump on him from behind, quite literally. Volo was a heavier weight to topple than most, though, and he was used to wrangling wild beasts thrice his size. A raider was like a fly.

The Hunter swung his head back, the scream and sudden loss of weight on his back fair indicators of his success. The man in question was now on the ground, holding both hands over a crushed nose- the pain was soon to end, though, as Volo turned and slashed his head clean off with a single motion.

His beskad had been fresh. Now it was whetted.

The Guildmaster spun back around, fingers working at his vambrace again to reactivate the Mechamiri pack, before his free hand dropped back down to draw his pistol once more. He quickly fired off a few shots to dismiss the rest of the squad that had come up behind him, only about three or four in number, before finally turning his attention back to the advancing masses. The Annihilator Code may have bought him time, though it seemed it may not have been as much as he thought. What he thought must have been atleast a few minutes had, infact, been nothing more than thirty seconds.

Had the netherworld bomb found a mark, and really bought him time, he'd be much more comfortable with the prospect of impaling one of the bodies at his feet, stabbing right through it with the tip of his beskad and leaving the blade there. He pulled a spare round of ammunition from his belt and reloaded his pistol, before pulling his blade out of the body and casting a glance at the forces opposing him.

To the Non-Force Sensitives, all he had to offer was the glint of light in his visor, and blood splattered over his armour. It may have been more, had the torrential rain not already washed most of it away. To the Force Sensitives, that crimson-blade wielder in particular, he projected so much more. It wasn't that he had an exceptional aura in the Force, it was that he had none. Where his soul ought have been was nothing but a void, a void that seemed to emanate and ripple from him like an invisible cloud.

The closer you got, the less the Force would follow. It certainly would not dare to touch him.

Volo raised his pistol yet again, firing off more shots into whatever may or may not remain of the crowd that charged him before. Where his brother had evaded, he stood his ground. It wouldn't be long before Darth Strosius found his gaze met by the black visor of the Mandalorian, a gaze that the warrior held.

Volo had his target.​

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[Okera Vekra]

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Cloning Business​

"What, and I can not stress this enough, the actual fuck!" Surrounded by white sterile walls with simple repeating architecture and having woken up in a broom closet was an excellent start to her day.
"Traveller it is simple-" The entity tried to reason with its chosen but quite simple that would not fly with this pissed off Togruta.
"No, shut up. I was doing your bidding for months, I was a loyal little trooper that jumped when you said. The one fucking night I take to myself, I go 'you know what I need to rest', the one day off I take in eight hundred fucking years and you transport me halfway across the galaxy to goddess knows where"
"Kamino" It was at this point that Okera wished she could kill a primordial entity. Then the station rocked with the impact of heavy cannon fire and the sound of alarms started echoing through the halls. The look she gave to the manifestation of the force was more than enough for it to get the message. She made a motion of strangulation and then went about finding out what was going on.

Despite her frustration at her patron, its reasoning was sound. A sith force was trying to take over the cloning facilities to raise an army, the Mandalorians would be slow to realise what was going on but would soon enough send forces to protect their holdings and longer still to realise the true extent of the happenings. Okera though was very firmly stuck in the middle of this now.
"I thought the idea was to stay neutral in this sort of thing. Sending me to the silver concord put me in the middle of a war, now again I am in the middle. I was under the impression our place was the greater cosmic balance or whatever" Marching down the halls with her rifle at ease across her chest, it had been a long time since Republic trooper armour had been in these halls. Despite all that happened in her time alive, Kamino regrew, as did the galaxy and once again it was in the dip of a cycle.
"The sith have always been the one extreme, the desolation, a manifestation of pain, loss and unthinking or cruel destruction. That was their choice long ago. Power above all. However, prosperity and desolation need to have balance, that is our tasking" She stopped and looked over at the entity.
"And on your other side, we have the crusaders of the light who are also desolation, slaughter, etc, just like the sith. I still do not understand why the embodiment of the dark side wants to stop itself"
"I do not recall telling you to stop them." and then the metaphorical dropped.

Okera had given herself to an entity long ago, part of this deal was to become a reaper leading souls through the land of the dead. The other part was to serve it on the mortal plain whenever a large enough threat to the balance, or more accurately the greater veil of reality. To ensure that the greater powers did not try to claim the galaxy for themselves and to maintain a balance between all. The eternal fight between good and evil was a balancing act, a balance of the powers. Now the shadow of the force, one side of the balance, was trying to prevent its other side, the light of the force, from gaining too much power. At least that was how Okera understood it and honestly, sometimes the greater powers just gave her a headache. The long and the short of it was that she had made a deal which meant she had to do what it said.
"Clarity. The Darksiders need to win here today, and I am here to help them"
"Yes" The Togruta sighed, considered her out clause, but realised that no this was in fact within her duties and was actually here to help her vow not oppose it.
"Right, let's go help a sith invasion force trying to make a sith army of clones."
"Glad to see the enthusiastic traveller. I thought you would detest such a tasking" She gave it the look again, this time it faded back to the eather

Love is our strength, love is our shield and blade

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[Sergeant Omen]

Allies: Kelisea Dragr , Open
Enemies: Open
Omen was cursing up a storm as he near the Kamino system in his freighter. He had got an advanced warning of more activity than usual and had decided to check the event out for himself. For all he knew, the Enclave was about to unleash some new supersoldier They should have put the torch to all of the cloning cylinders. Nothing ever good comes from one of those experiments... Just war, lots and lots of war...

As he blazed into the system, his targeting array picked up several Sith dropships and their fighter escorts making their way into the watery world's atmosphere which caused him to bellow out more profanities. They weren't the only thing the Dragonboat picked up though. It displayed a smaller ship out there weaving in between the ships as it was hammered by turbolaser fire. The ship surely needed help and the now blazing fire in one of their engines did not aid things. Omen decided it was time to intervene.

Moving onto the ship's left flank, the dragon's six deflector generators tried to soak up at least some of the fire off of the dying vessel. As both ships plummeted through the atmosphere, the clone programmed in the coordinates to the nearest landing pad. Wait, was the Hawk going to make it? His eyes widen in horror as he saw the ship skim the surface of the waves before being able to gain enough altitude to land on of the cloning cities' many landing pads. Well... it was more of a forced crash that used a shuttle for a buffer but at least he didn't have to pluck anyone out of the sea. It

Piloting his ship over the mess below, he deployed 40 Vele-series Orbit Deployable Autoturrets over the burning wreaks below to support what he could now see coming down the ramp of the Hawk was a White Armored female warrior. Looks like it's time to join the party. After programming the autopilot into a far orbit of the city after 30 seconds, he calmly got up out of his seat and to one of the open cargo doors. Jumping out feet first of the perfectly good starship, he kept his legs straight ahead as his armored body plummetted towards the earth. Only his rocket boots prevented him from breaking both of his legs as he landed against the landing pad's deck. The impact though was hard enough to make him groan in pain before he was able to get up on his two feet and start plinking away at any target that came into range with his verp sidearm. Hopefully he could hook up with that white Mando and make sure they both stayed alive.

 

[Scarlett Zann]

Spoiler: TASK FORCE

Flagship: UES Samrata - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%) - Heavy Assault - 3.52K


1x Thoros II-class Battlecruiser - Heavy Assault - 4.2K

= UES Bulwark - (Shields 18%/Hull 12%


2x Grievous-class Star Destroyer - - Heavy Assault - 1.89K

= UES Siren - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Flying Avento - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)


2x Argente-class Assault Cruiser - Assault - 0.96K


= UES Invader - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Avalanche - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)



3x Murkhana-class Escort Frigate - Balanced - 0.43K

= UES Promise - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Diplomat - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Harrier - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)



4x Terrus-class Flak Corvette - Defensive - 0.16K

= UES Bastion - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Trinity - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Signature - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Chimaera - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)



3x Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette - Offensive - 0.11K

= UES Warlord - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Hummingbird - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Invicta - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

ALLIES: MANDALORIANS
ENEMY: ALL UNWELCOME INVADERS

MINISTER OF WAR ADMIRAL VERIN OLDO
RAPID RESPONSE TASK FORCE
NORTH EASTERN ENCLAVE TERRITORY
ENROUTE FROM SCARIF​

There would be questions.

He had no doubt of it. There would be a great multitude of questions to deal with when he arrived back at the admiralty. How had it happened? How had they managed to slip by the Sector Defence Force? How had they managed to penetrate Enclave space with such assurance and certainty?

Verin dismissed all of that for a moment. He had attended many a tribunal, some far graver and more serious than the one likely to be convened after this affair. He was in no doubt. There would be 'bloody murder' screamed in the hallways and corridors on Hefi.

The task force had been diverted from their repairs over Scarif, still reeling from their wounds above Tython. With the widely anticipated delivery of several new capital ships, the fleets of the Enclave would benefit sooner rather than later from an increase in perpetual and absolute firepower. Until that delivery was made, the force at his disposal would make do. A Victator with her accompanying Star Destroyers would provide an extreme deterrent, not to mention the small fleet of cruisers, corvettes, and frigates. The firepower on the Victator alone was enough to cripple any manner of a larger fleet, let alone the seemingly underwhelming force of Maw ships in the system today.

The Thoros-class Battlecruiser, with even half of her armaments currently out of commission, could pack a devastating punch as it had done against The Avatar of War.

This task force had taken on the Maw giants, the behemoth capital ships that had dealt so much punishment and destruction above Tython. These ships had seen countless engagements above Dantooine, above Panatha. They were seasoned and ready to deal out a deadly strike at the backs of the unsuspecting invaders.

As the task force materialized, the enormous Victator-class began to read for the enemy makeup, calculating all manner of data that could be discerned in the blink of an eye.

A familiar crisp voice called up to the command deck from below.

"Tactical, sir. Maw freighters. Dropships and smaller craft already in Kamino's atmosphere."

Verin watched as the tactical display began to ping with his own ship's registration and the enemy ships. This was a seasoned Admiral. He had fought and battled against most of the great superpowers in the Galaxy. He had witnessed history and survived it. He had fought the Imperials, the Sith Empire, the MAW, the Bryn. Today would be no different.

"Launch all fighters. I want them to protect the various stations on the planet, the central facility is imperative to our mission today. Move all corvettes and frigates into Pattern Besh. I want any dropships taken out."

He watched as a stream of fighters, tens turning to hundreds, began to deploy, their droid systems still functioning and working after various remodelling. He hoped with the new contract with Roble Systems that the older tech would see a retrofit. They began to swarm towards the low atmosphere where they would begin to do some serious harm to any enemy fighters or dropship they encountered.

"Comms, order the Star Destroyers to begin targeting those ships. I want them taken out as soon as we can. Weapons, charge all batteries and begin targeting those freighters. We'll have them out of the sky in no time."

What were they thinking? To strike with such little protection? Oldo sniffed to himself.

He took note of the order to FIRE beneath his fingertip. With one push, it would all be over.

Scar had almost immediately regretted taking this contract when she saw the battle group enter the system and take up position to fire on the invaders below. The fleet was much bigger then what she had brought and much more powerful, however, Scar had 3 things going for her. One, she had the act of surprise, two, she had long range and heavy weapons, and lastly, she was going up against an experienced yet over confident Admiral.

The commander of the enemy fleet had jumped in and immediately launched its fighter compliment to the surface, leaving it's fleet unprotected, and if she had the numbers to do so, she would capitalize on that error of judgement and take on the whole fleet. The commander also had its large star destroyers, frigates and corvettes move into firing solutions at the ships below, completely leaving thier ass ends open. Lastly, and the mist costly mistake that he or she has made is moving forward with their battle cruiser limping in and unprotected behind them. This last error of judgement would be a grave one, as this was the ship that Scar has determined as their target.

"I want all hyperspace calculations in order and alterations of ongoing fluxes to be perfect!" She ordered to here bridge crew. She had all, but her weapon control officers making preparations for hyperspace at a moment's notice, and they were very busy. Scar and her fleet of 8 Swordfish frigates were packed tightly together next to a flux field that disrupted their energy signature. This allowed her to basically hide in plain sight until she would strike as the flux also made it impossible to get a solid firing solution, jump into hyperspace, or even use shields.

When Scar thought that the enemy was about to let loose he'll on those below near the surface, she put her plan into motion and moved her fleet into a quick and accurate firing solution. Before they knew what his them, all 8 Swordfish let loose their primary weapons on the Thoros Battle cruiser, in unbeknownst that it was already at minimal shield and Hull strength. The battle cruisers shields quickly fell as the 8 beams sliced through the ship like butter. As the Thoros Battle cruiser split into pieces and it's bulkheads began to crumble and explode in the vacumes of space, Scar iniciated the second part of her plan and immediately jumped her fleet to hyperspace.

Classic hit and run tactics pays off once more.

Little did she know, until returning to home base, that one of her swordfish frigates did not make proper calculations and were left behind recieving the blunt of the return attack and perished.

[Exit thread]

 

[Alize]

ALLIES: ???
ENEMIES: Mandalorians

The scene beyond the window of the dropship was an enthralling sight both in its violence and in its beauty. Vicious flowers of blazing red and yellow inferno bloomed against the darkened sky as starfighters fired violent volleys of red at the ship painted with the Maw's insignia. The Maw dropships that had not been destroyed were torn out of the sky, their wreckage barrelling towards the planet's surface ready to make a violent collision.

Multiple explosions erupted through the dropship transforming it from a transport into a fiery coffin for the troops being aboard it. To remain on it was to accept certain death. There was a mad scramble for escape pods as more explosions tore through the interior of the ship, disabling it. As the dropship entered a state of freefall, gaining increased momentum with each passing second, Alize initiated the start up sequence on an escape pod.

The escape craft hummed to life and ejected itself from the ruins of the dropship and navigated towards the planet's surface. As the atmospheric battle between the Maw and Mandalorians ensued, the escape pod was not even worthy of a footnote in this conflict.

A stray piece of debris collided with the escape pod derailing it from its trajectory. The landing was going to hurt. The escape craft landed on the surface of Kamino with a thud that resonated though Alize's body. Fortunately she was mostly unharmed save for lacerations from where the seatbelts of the escape pod bound her to her seat.

A bloody hand flung open the door of the escape pod and a figure with matted silver hair dressed in filthy rags and light armour emerged. Dried blood was crusted on her face, concealing some of her features. A Maw in appearance and nothing more, Alize made her approach towards the cloning facilities.

TAGS: Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Darth Ahriman | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn | Mae Tecono | Darth Nito | Siv Dragr | Kelisea Dragr | Fenn Stag | Verin Oldo | Zlova Rue | Gwyneira Vizsla | Nalana Baxa | Koda Fett | Lycia | Volo Dragr | Okera Vekra | Sergeant Omen

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Keep up Gom." Alina spoke in an almost singsong like voice as she stepped over yet another shattered droid. The Kimonian walked along after her in pure fear, constantly looking over the ruin that was this one sided slaughter. Droids, men and women, ripped apart by the disguised Sith with just her bare hands. Gom clutched his case firmly to his chest, turning his gaze to the floor. Regret was all he felt. Ambition brought only regret.

It wouldn't of been like this if they hadn't held him back.

He blinked. That's right. This wasn't his fault. This was their fault. He gripped the case that much harder as he hurried along after the Sith. This wasn't his fault. This wasn't his fault. But he'd survive. He had to.

"W.. Where are we going, exactly?"

"The hangar. It-" She paused as her com lit up. A frown settled on her lips from whatever she read.

"Change of plans. Keep up. We're heading down instead."

Darth Strosius | Darth Ahriman | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn | Alize | Mae Tecono | Darth Nito | Siv Dragr | Kelisea Dragr | Fenn Stag | Verin Oldo | Zlova Rue | Gwyneira Vizsla | Nalana Baxa | Koda Fett | Lycia | Volo Dragr | Okera Vekra | Sergeant Omen

 

[Zlova Rue]

"Mandalorians never change. They like to prove themselves in combat without all the self-masturbatory pomp about how great they are." Zlova smirked as she strode out to meet one of the naught ones that'd come to Kamino for a good time. A sentiment this Twi'lek could understand all too well.

The Lethan stopped a short distance away and swept her curved hilt upward so the blade pointed toward the ceiling, its violet glow illuminating her features and swallowed by the black of the Sith tattoos scattered over her bared flesh. "Now, let's dance."

With a flourish off to the side, Zlova shot toward her opponent. She bounced and swayed from one foot to the next as she closed. If there was one form of combat she cherished above all others it was a solid dual between two sword wielding opponents. Hopefully her new friend felt the same. They'd find out shortly how well they handled the Makashi form. Who knew, perhaps they'd see a few others if they lived long enough.

Her first blow was a quick, sweeping blow up from her right toward Ishani Dinn 's head. A simple, but effective strike if the opponent proved unworthy.

Tag: Open | Ishani Dinn
Hostile: Kamino Invaders
Friendly: Enclave Protectors
Objective: Keep the Enemy out of the Main Lab in lockdown.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Tags: Zlova Rue

In the few seconds the Twi’lek took to respond to Ishani, the Sith took the opportunity to shrug off her cloak.

She appeared human, save for a set of batlike wings sprouting from her back. Leather armor covered her torso, but left her head and arms exposed.

As Zlova aimed a slash at Ishani’s head, Ishani raised her blade to parry it away. There was incredible power behind the blow, and Ishani started to buckle, revealing her own lack of comparable physical strength. As the fight continued in the Makashi style, Ishani also picked up on her opponent’s skill. This woman was no ordinary duelist. She was clearly well-trained.

Small in stature and not particularly strong, Ishani relied on speed in combat. She responded with a series of quick slashes aimed at the Twi’lek’s shoulders and neck. Some were too fast to have any hope of actually landing—she aimed to distract Zlova long enough to score a hit.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Steal Kaminoan Tech, Leave No Witnesses
Equipment: Lightsaber, Disguised Armor
Allies:
Enemies: @Siv Dragr / Volo Dragr / Gwyneira Vizsla / Nalana Baxa
Tags: Alina Tremiru / Dragus Jakar / First Father / Sicarius Hekate / Darth Ahriman / Ishani Dinn / Alize / Lukas / Kaisel Ved / Kelisea Dragr
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And just like that all at once the landing assault was turned right on its head. Mandalorians flying around, blaster bolts and grenades impacting raider and platform alike, the usual fatal cacophony of battle had erupted in full tempo within the span of a couple minutes. Alisteri did his part in trying to deflect the incoming blaster fire, being unable to hit a flying Mandalorian in the process however. Before he could turn and pursue said Mandalorian back to the shuttles however a good chunk of the raiders far ahead of him exploded. And then the line behind them also exploded.

His head whipped around to see one of two original Mandalorians fighting off one of the waves of raiders, glancing around for signs of a grenade or missile residue from the explosions. He found nothing, oddly enough. :"High Priest we have a situation!": Disregarding the other charging raiders attempting to kill the Mandalorian ahead, the disguised Sith tapped on his helmet's communicator. "Report." :"One of those flying guys just tore through a couple squads of our allies but he's trapped himself in a shuttle. Permission to-": "No, do not engage! Stay with the shuttle-" A loud shriek cut through the communication as the raiders attempting to breach Siv Dragr 's hiding place were turned to ash by a flying ship.

And then the sound of blaster fire echoed through the commlink as well. :"Chit! Man down! Everyone get to cover there's a sniper!": Alisteri felt his blood run cold for a moment, and then very hot. "Feth the mission, grab the wounded and get back in the shuttle! I'll hitch my own ride off this place just get going!" The disguised Legionnaires, some of which tried to return fire at Gwyneira Vizsla , leapt into action and began pulling their wounded back into the shuttle they were guarding. More raiders were quick to spot their blaster fire and soon another squad of the invaders were opening up on the other platform.

:"Good luck High Priest. Everyone into the shuttle now!": He turned and looked at the bodies of raiders that laid ahead, his grasp on his lightsaber tightening at the sight. This had all gone terribly wrong. The masked Sith's gaze traveled up and met with their killer, Volo Dragr . Something felt very wrong with the Beskar clad warrior but it was unlike anything he had sensed before. It didn't matter. Without the information and technology that lay behind the Mandalorians all the soldiers had died for nothing. It was time to make their sacrifice worth it.

Blood for blood. "Fancy armor you have there." He shouted over the chaos of combat, lightning starting to crackle and spark between the fingers of his free hand as he slowly approached the other warrior. "Let's stress test it!" The Knight leapt into the air and his hand reared back before unleashing a bolt of Force Lightning right at the Mandalorian while he pulled his lightsaber up and prepared to slice the head right off of his opponent.

 

[Zlova Rue]

In half a bat of an eyelash Zlova learned what she needed to know about Ishani and her sword -- it wasn't a simple blade that was cleaved in twain half a second before the woman's head followed suit. Her feet slid back just a bit once her blade was met. A repositioning to maintain the assault, but needlessly close. The sword was no lightsaber, which meant their blades were not destined to lock together in a plasmatic shower of wills. Either could slip under the guard of the other if they were not mindful.

If Ishani were in any way confused by Zlova's opening taunt, they would discover its meaning quite quickly. The Twi'lek's motions were reserved -- rather than wild -- in accordance with the Second Form, but equally as graceful and precise as well. Her feet moved in tandem with her strokes as the two plied their skill and strength against one another. A smile held fast on Zlova's dark lips as Ishani managed to endure.

A flurry of flicks followed the sudden downpour of slashes made at Zlova's upper torso. Golden eyes sparkled with the quick, sharp snaps of the lightsaber as it met the other woman's blade.

After the initial onslaught, the red woman opened up a small gap between them. "Your instincts serve you well. Why a solid blade? You lack the desperation to the eyes I'd expect from a mere bandit." Zlova began to slowly pace a ring about Ishani. It was only polite to give her a chance to respond.

Briefly. The violet and lethal beam thrust out ward Ishani's shoulder before it was quickly withdrawn, and the prowling resumed as though nothing had happened.

Tag: Open | Ishani Dinn
Hostile: Kamino Invaders
Friendly: Enclave Protectors
Objective: Keep the Enemy out of the Main Lab in lockdown.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Gwyneira smirked beneath her buy'ce as the troops boarded the shuttle and retreated. She took down as many as she could, but was not willing escape either. These Maw would pay utterly for trespassing. She spoke through her comlink, <<"Cab, stay cloaked and block off the shuttle's pass. Then take the ship down.">>

A bit of beeping responded back.

<<"Yes, you can use any methods you like.">>

Meanwhile, Gwyn paused and turned her attention to the Sith leading the charge. He broke off from the others and approached fellow Vode Siv Dragr and Volo Dragr . Gwyn but her lip. She could not let him get away with this. She knew those two as fellow soldiers and comrades. She turned her scope towards Darth Strosius as he engaged the enemy. Gwyn watched the display of leaping up and aiming down. She was unwilling to accidentally fire at her brethren while firing from afar. She shifted and kneeled upwards. She could not hide forever.

She tugged the Distant Chill over her shoulder and decloaked. What was the point of it when her opponent would be able to sense her presence? She stood up and Force jumped onto the building connecting the landing bays and ran along the roof. She pulled her Paradoxal slugthrower off her other shoulder and prepared it. She spoke to her fellow soldiers through her comlink, <<"Gwyneira Krayt here. Heads up, Sith can't block slugthrower rounds with their lightsabers. The Paradoxal has a bloom though, so I think you two should create space before I fire. Unless you have other plans? I'm willing to cooperate.">>

Rain bounced off her armor as she found a position near the war torn platform and took aim. Still, she waited for a response.

Meanwhile, Cabur'tomad hovered over the platform as the shuttle awaited departure. Still cloaked, the basilisk waited. If the ship tried to take off, he had some lovely particle canons to fire at it. Upon firing, he would decloak. If not firing, he would remain stealthed. The enemy had the first move.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Tags: Zlova Rue

“I made it myself,” Ishani replied during that brief break in the fighting when Zlova backed away and circled her. “With the help of a friend.”

A thrust couldn’t be parried, only evaded. Ishani moved out of the way, protecting her shoulder—but one of her wings was jabbed. The blade seared paper-thin flesh. Though it was filled with a network of fine blood vessels, the heat of her lightsaber immediately cauterized the wound.

Ishani grit her teeth against the pain. It was to be expected. Her wings were brand new, after all. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

She brought her sword around in a wide arc aimed at Zlova’s middle, as if she intended to slice the woman in half. Regardless of whether the blade connected or not, she was back to her earlier strategy of fast-paced moves, chaining attacks one after the other at her elbows and shoulders and neck. Going for the joints, in other words. This time she was definitely trying to score a hit, not just distract or confuse the Twi’lek.

 

[Okera Vekra]

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Cloning Business​

This was going to get very complicated very quickly, Okera was Mando'ad and had made vows to them. However, she was dead, in her death this Okera learned of a deal she had made to replace another Okera. To find a life where her lover wasn't cut down by blaster fire from her own vod. Where they weren't used as a ritual for the slaughter and the stranger. One where she ran that bastard through long before he could destroy the galaxy. A non-force user taking on a sith lord, Okera was a very powerful woman and all of that was her own. Becoming Mando'ad was her own work, becoming the warrior she was during the war, and becoming a reaper. Everything was her own doing. As she rounded the corner it was almost as if fate was teasing her, on one side there were Mandalorians and Kamino guards on the other, well they looked very much like pirates.

They didn't see her as she backed around the corner, frustrated in the position she had been forced into. Her deal was to serve, to ferry people through the land of the dead, not get caught up in a war and definitely not ally herself with Sith. There was a balance, wider powers and plans that a mere mortal could never understand. Yet why In goddess' name was she here, back on Kamino, back in her armour, fighting with the sith. She made the agreement strong, she made it in her favour and made it look like the primordial had one.
"Is my other half giving you trouble? Never was the talker I'll be fair. Okera you have been nothing but loyal, always doing what we asked, I thought we made it clear that someday you would have to do things you didn't like. You have the energy of the light and the dark in you. Prosperity and Desolation, the balance."
"I fight the corruption primordial, I fight to protect. The sith seek only to destroy. I have no problem with darksiders, I am one. Yet I do have a problem with those that seek only to make others suffer, to take and take and take. I killed Palpatine in so many rolls of fates dice, I have always fought against them. What do you think is going to happen when they have an army? Do you honestly think that they won't spread their corrupt grasp"
"Okera the force moves in mysterious ways. Besides, a good soldier follows orders"

You can't kill a primordial, those entities older than life and gods. So when Okera raised her blaster and the shot bounced off the wall she already knew it would do nothing. However, it was a very good middle finger, both of those sayings were something she had always detested; the second one was very much a trigger for her trauma. Regardless the entity looked at her and tilted its head in curiosity, it read her in a moment despite the walls she had put up. It knew her heritage even if this side didn't. It knew the deal, it knew the traps and exits and it knew that Okera of Clan Vekara was stubborn and loyal. Her loyalties however were not to a name or a nation, but to an ideal. A soldier that opposed the war, that didn't like killing, that had the opportunity for power beyond comprehension, but she chose peace and a quiet life.
"You are brave Vekra. I can not force you to fight, though I am curious as to the hand and indeed the role you will play here. Let us see what fate decides then since you rebel against me. One chance to make a difference in what comes next, just like you always did"

She needed no confirmation, in a moment Okera turned down the hall towards the firefight and moved her rifle up level energy shield forward.
"Oya Manda! Kote, Vode an" A decision made and a side is chosen, never a dar'manda, even in death she would not betray her creed. Firing upon the raiders and getting them in a flank, it wasn't long before they succumb to the fire. Gesturing for the Mandalorians to follow as she pushed through. Captain Okera Vekra of Akul company, the great beast of the republic, marching once more
"You always made the right choices my darling." A voice she knew so well, a voice she had given so much for, a voice that she saw live and die twice. "And you never did stop fighting for the right choices. Fitting that death itself can not keep you from being my darling Okera."

Love is our strength, love is our shield and blade

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[Mae Tecono]

Mae quickly found herself over her head in the heat of battle. The sheer carnage was shocking too her. Sure she had brutally slain a pirate crew, but it was a pin prick to what was happening here. She then noticed something about the defenders that made her stop in her tracks, they were wearing the same armor as her master. She could not believe she had got her self caught up in a conflict with those she was eventually going to join. She decided then and there to scrub the mission. She turned around and made her way back to the cargo hanger she had come from. On the way scooping two light sabers up off the floor next to dead force users. When she got to the hanger, she found an old cargo sloop parked. It looked to be half packed. Probably in the middle of loading or unloading it when the attack had started. She jumped in and made her way to the cockpit. Starting it up and lifted off the deck and to the skies. She sighed in disbelief as a massive fleet and hundred of fighters were on their way to meet her. Just as she felt her doom near, a series of laser shots from the distance lit up the space around her and destroyed a massive ship in the fleet. Just as the ship began to break apart and explode, it offered Mae a moment to escape while the fleet was shocked at what had just happened, she quickly jumped out if the system.

[Exit Thread]

 

[Zlova Rue]

The Twi'lek's blade flicked and swept about to catch the flurry of blows from Ishani. An admirable fighter, but not someone that had been thrown into one arena of death after another. An ordinary Sith might revel in that fact. Play with their food, so to speak. Zlova, however, didn't usually see a need for the fun and games to end -- until they did.

Her blade caught the sword once more, but not before its edge made contact with the side of Zlova's right shoulder. That smarted, but her response was already well in hand. Literally, in fact. With a smile still plastered on her lips, Zlova drew out the second saber from behind her back in the left hand and made a horizontal cut that would lop the woman's head right from her shoulders if she sought to crow from making a connection on her foe.

"I asked 'Why,' my not so crazed, Dark Side loving friend, not 'Who' or 'How.' Your Master must be beside their self frustrated with you not answering the questions they ask." Zlova smirked as she gave both blades a twirl. All presuming the woman hadn't stood by and let herself get murdered, of course. Always awkward when you made a glib remark or a cutting insult only for the enemy to collapse in several pieces a second later.

Tag: Open | Ishani Dinn
Hostile: Kamino Invaders
Friendly: Enclave Protectors
Objective: Keep the Enemy out of the Main Lab in lockdown.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Deeper into the facility the pair went, leaving a trail of carnage behind them. Alina still refused to use her saber, instead using what weaponry she could rip away from the unfortunate guard that crossed her path. A lightsaber on her part would only bring more suspicion her way. The Kaminoan kept his distance from her as she fought, but always hurried back to her side. Too many bodies were now on his hands.

No, his superior's hands.

"Where are we going..?"

"Down. It seems the Mandalorians brought a fleet. They don't mess around, do they?" She chuckled, but it was clear it wasn't something she expected. Gom frowned, leaning over to better look at her face.

"You didn't plan for this..?"

"I did. I just didn't expect it is all. Don't worry, I can't let anything happen to my good friend, can I?" She raised a gloved hand, gently patting his cheek. He pulled away before she could, visibly disturbed by the blood on her hands. The disguised Sith just chuckled as she stopped by another door.

"We'll be out soon enough."