Communication is key (Mandalorian Dominion of Esfandia)

[Darth Banshee]

As the convoy of mandalorians got on the way to planet, she took an alternative route. As she did not want to bogged down, with the combat that was going to unfold. She wanted less opposition to fight, so she went wide of main convoy. Though this was not without its own risks. As she was about to depart, from the main mandalorian thrust she felt a familiar presence. It was [member="Ordo"] it made a tear come down her eye, the man was dead she saw him die. He was shot in back of head by mandalorians, right in front her. One things she wanted to do, was visit whatever they called his tomb and pay her respects. She must be mistaken, it was probably some equally daft mandalorian she could sense.

She then pressed the boost button on her fighter, and jetted off to find her own landing zone. Soon after she had couple bogies, come after her. Her strike fighter was equipped with homing torpedoes, so she should make short work of them. Well when they came into range, that was.

 

[Rhodessa]

She was escorting the ground troops, when she saw the other fighter jet off in another direction. She thought herself, why she leaving the convoy without a wingman. She did not follow she was to make sure, the drop ships got planetside in one piece. As they set off, she was on starboard side of the convoy. She was expecting a dogfight, as the pirates would try and stop them in space, rather than on the ground. As they have more than a chance there, than against the vod on the ground.

She was not wrong either, soon the was squadrons of pirate fighters being launched to counter them. Though the mandalorians still outnumbered them, at least three to one. She then armed her weapons, and got ready for the fight. They where not going to take out single transport on her watch.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Strider Garon"]

"Yeah, this station's my doing, like the lightning-rod trench knives half your boys carry, or the warbeast you lost to the One Sith. Witchmaster Rave Merrill at your service, Marshal."

She'd helped the Mandalorians expand; admittedly, it had been a while. For half a second, she thought of mentioning Gil Skirata, but he'd been far more to her than she'd ever been to him.

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Aboard Dropship - In Transit to Esfandia
Objective: Get to Landing Zone in Esfandia

Catherine was onboard one of the many transports heading to Esfandia. The shuttle was abuzz with excitement. Fellow beskar'gam-clad figures on either sides of her were all busy chatting up similarly clad-figures on opposite ends of the dropship. It seemed like she was not the only one keen on getting into the action. This would be her first combat-oriented mission. It was surely looking to be an exciting one. She had been on the dominion of desert world of Aargonar, involved in the construction of the base, but this was a combat-oriented mission, and she was eager to spill some blood, claim some lives.

They had orders from Marshall Garon to reclaim the communications base for the good for the Mando'ade, and she was not aiming to disappoint. Yes, there were pirate scum lives to be had today indeed. She just hoped that her fellow vod in the earlier transport waves left some for her.

Seated alongside her with other fellow brothers and sisters, she knew no one, after all, this was her real combat mission, and she had never had the chance to fight alongside any of her brothers and sisters in the frontline yet. Cathy would be rectifying that today. She checked and re-checked her weapons, making doubly sure that they were all properly loaded and fully operational.

Was Catherine excited for this mission? Ohh, she definitely is with a burning passion to excel.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

He flew in fast and low, having to judge altitude by eye, the systems of the tug having been fried long ago and his HUD gone. His entire visor was gone, the 'T' in his helmet remained, but the glass was gone, removed by Daral once a good portion had been destroyed, that which had been remained served no purpose. Based of his judgement, he was at a safe altitude for what came next. Grabbing his rifle and holding it to his chest he pulled the eject, he was only leaving this world one way.

Hurled into the air, he felt the wind cut against his skin with its cold chill. Soon the upward momentum ceased, and Daral leaned forward and out of the seat, plummeting towards the ground at an astounding speed. Every second the falling soldier was keeping track, seeing just how far he'd go. Almost, almost, almossst, now. Flinging his legs forward, 4242 ignited the jetpack strapped to his back. His speed dropped as he began to feel like his innards were rising up inside him as the jets fought to slow the falling soldier.

Daral landed with a thud, dropping into a roll the instant he hit the ground, successfully lightening the impact. Rising up from a cloud of dust, the former Dreadguard clone cradled his weapon as he walked forward, the ragged fabric hanging from his armor. Now where were they?

[member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Calico Tal'verda"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Revenchent]

They would be landing soon, Cal knew that much. Exactly when was unknown. That part of flying in as always the worst; having no sense of when or where your pilot would put you down. Some ops gave you flight counters with an estimated time, but something like this did not provide the luxury. There were too many unforeseen variables. Pirates were a devious sort, and he should know; he worked with them for a time. Anti-air cannons would appear where there were none before. A rogue force user would climb out of the bowels of the pirate stronghold. A pirate fleet would appear from seemingly nowhere. Something off always came about when pirates were involved. They were the sneaky sort.

The soldier grumbled a silent curse as he continued to wait, his teeth vibrating each time the gunship shook as it broke through the atmosphere. The red flood light in the troop hold flickered more than he would have liked as the gunship made its descent. It made his stomach roll. You never knew if your shuttle was going to come apart when you came in through atmo--it had never happened to Calico, but he'd seen it happen enough to others to worry about the possibility


"We're nearing the target. Now would be the time to look longingly at pictures of your sweethearts boys. Helps set up the atmosphere." He joked, reaching down to run a palm over his own DC-15. Like its rifle counterpart, the DC-15 had been with Calico since the beginning of his career. "Open the doors as soon as we hit the ground."



[member="CC-4242 Daral"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

LOCATION: Inbound to Esfandia Long-Range Communications Base
OBJECTIVE: Search & Destroy
MUSIC: Iron


Gaius Vel remained sitting, strapped tight into his seat with a series of harnesses, buckles and straps. The turbulence caused him to jostle around limply. He began to protest, hands gripping his harness and unbuckling himself, throwing the belt off of him and standing. He reached above to the compartment over his head, taking out a trio of CZ weapons. The 840 Combat Shotgun, 839 Sonic Carbine and 835 Machine Pistol. He strode down the laneway, looking to be the first to have his boots on the ground. He glanced from the corner of his eye a familiar beskar'gam. He clamped a hand on her shoulder, half to steady himself from the turbulence and half in gesture of greeting, "Ibi'tuur is a jate turr, so k'oyacyi. Mhi urcir akaan soon."


{ [member="Catherine Romanov"] }

 

[Darth Banshee]

She raced toward her to incoming targets, in her strike fighter. As they got into range, she began to lock on to lead fighter. The computer then told her target acquired, she then fired her torpedo at it. It tried to veer off. This was to no avail, as when it veered the torpedo followed it. BANG and flash of light, as the torpedo made its mark. The other incoming fighter, opened up her ship. The laser cannons missed the hull, but shot the top of her asteroid droid off. She managed to spin the fighter about to lock on again. Yet again she fired her torpedo at him. This time the fighter released some chaff, and the torpedo missed it mark. She then opened up with her repeating laser cannons, and tore it a thunder.

She then set course to her target point, she had get down there soon.

 

[Rhodessa]

As the transports pressed on, she and the rest of squadron took the pirate fighters. She did have glimpse over at the other fighter, part wished she had homing torpedoes too. Though she was good enough shot, not to need them, well she hoped she was.

She began to dogfight the enemy fighters, drawing them away from the convoy. She twisted her ship, and managed spin it around in a loop, in short order. In doing so she, managed to get rear of one pirate fighters. Then she let loose her cannons on it. Soon it was churned up, into scrap metal. Though the pilot managed to bail, he looked dead anyway, as he did not clear the explosion in time. As she gazed at her kill, she got call Rhodessa you got one on you six! She turned to spot it, it was coming in, and coming in fast......

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Whoever was flying this bloody transport would not be winning any medals, 'La reflected with gritted teeth as the craft went through yet another patch of turbulence. Though to be fair, as long as they showed up right smart like when she wanted an extraction they could stay in her good books. At least the ride wasn't quite bumpy enough that she couldn't give her blaster rifle one last going over before showtime. On top of just being smart to make sure your primary weapon was in working order, it was relaxing. A task she could probably do drunk, in the dark, with her feet if necessary. This was the first time she'd worked with such a large number of others, a little relaxing wouldn't go amiss. Not that she was too worried, these were other Mando's for the most part. Much better than working with straight up mercenaries. You never knew who you were being stuck with when freelance mercs were involved, and you definitely couldn't trust them to watch your back.

She opened the channel on her HUD to those within her direct vicinity, in this case, the others on the transport.

"A copyc balac ner vod. Should be a walk in the park hey? Gal, ori'skraan, riduur, yaim' dab'ika. First rounds on me when we get back. Oya!"

[member="Catherine Romanov"] [member="Lord Gaius"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

The Miricin class prison ship loomed among the fleet, its Commander watching the proceedings with little interest. Pirates held little challenege for her anymore. Once she might have been on the front lines eager to cut a few out of space, but such a fight no longer appealed to her. Perhaps she was getting old.

"Deploy the transports, have them pick up any survivors."

"What for?" came the captains response. Mia shrugged. "They're pirates, what more reason do you need? They might have some intel and if they don't we can give them four pretty walls to stare at for a while."

She listened to the comm chatter, recognising Rave's voice. She considered asking what she was doing this side of republic space, but reminded herself, that, like her brother, Rave went wherever she liked, when she liked. "Anything interesting besides Merril out here?"

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Something had drawn him here.

He really wished the Old Man would stop playing his games and fade into Oblivion already...His impulses were what drove him much of the time. It was as if he still had unfinished business, and even if he did, Mordecai couldn't give a care. This was his life now. Or that was what he told himself. After all, if it was his own life he wouldn't be here in the ship he took from his Mother hovering, watching Mandalorians scramble to take control of this planet.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up.

Zandra held on tight as they closed in. Oh, she was so impatient. She wanted to reach out, pull off his helmet, one last kiss before the show. Could be their last for all she knew. But no. The time for that had passed. The stage was set, the audience was waiting. The show was about to begin.
She looked down one more time, light gray eyes scanning her weapons, looking for where she knew they were hidden under the long coat. She counted them, memorizing their location. In the midst of battle, there was only an instant to react. She wanted to come home to Corrin, wanted to see her boy again. And Cal. They hadn't married very long ago. Would be a shame to make him a single daddy.

[member="Calico Tal'verda"] [member="CC-4242 Daral"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Esfandia Airspace
Objective: Reach Landing Zone intact

The dropship shook and vibrated roughly as it came into Esfandia's atmosphere. Catherine gripped her harness tightly, aiming to keep herself onto her seat. She got this. The shaking gradually stopped as the ship passed into the airspace. The warriors aboard the transport got a brief period of respite, before all hell broke loose.

Explosions could be heard in the air, as the ship began to swerve to the left and right. Looking out through the small rectangular viewport beside her, what she saw made her blood race. Streams of multi-coloured laser cannon fire streamed up from the surface, interspersed with black clouds of explosions. They were pouring out from the multitude of turrets that lined the surface. The many dropships she could see were weaving their way in and out of fire, avoiding shrapnel-filled explosions along the way.

These crafty pirates must have acquired some sort of hidden anti-air batteries, as they clearly were not there when initial reconnaissance was done. Reaching into her com channel in her HUD, she replied to her comrades wrapping her fingers into a clenched fist "Here we go vod! These pirates want some? They'll get some! Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade! Oya!"

{[member="Lord Gaius"]}{ [member="Werdla Dardalab"]} {[member="Strider Garon"]}

 

[Lord Gaius]

LOCATION: Inbound to Esfandia Long-Range Communications Base
OBJECTIVE: Search & Destroy
MUSIC: Iron

Gaius Vel shoved himself off from his comrade, ambling down the thinly corridor that dictated the inner bowels of the dropship. He reared up against a viewport, no more bigger than the size of his hand. Gaius peered out, watching two discs of neon blue belonging to a starfighters sublight drives. There came a flash of bright brilliant light, his visor quickly polarised then settled. Gnarled boulder-sized chunks of durasteel and titanium came barreling out the other side of the explosive fire, diving for the planets surface with increasing speed, flame licked its edges. Gaius pulled himself away from the sight, now thundering towards the rear ramp that would lower when landed. He checked his sonic rifle, a weapon that was capable of eviscerating the innards of anyone in its way, and a mighty awful weapon to deflect for pesky force-sensitives. He flicked the safety off, but kept it lowered. Other vod began to stand as they neared their destination, piling up in a single file line.


{ [member="Catherine Romanov"] | [member="Werdla Dardalab"] }

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Inbound to Esfandia Long-Range Communications Base
Objective: Prepare for disembarkation

It was not long now before they reach the surface. The pilot had given the order to prepare for disembarkation. It was then that the shuttle became alive with chatter and movement as warriors of the Mando'ade got ready.

The time is upon us. We will not fail our Marshal, nor our Mandalore.

Catherine got up from her seat, one of the few up and ready. Approaching the rear ramp, she came across a familiar figure. Recognising the unique design of the beskar'gam, with its Terentatek tusks, and Nexu hide, she placed a hand on his arm, saying "Su'cuy gar! It's good to see you again Gaius. Tion'ad hukaat'kama?" She then glanced at him, tipping her head up "I'll watch your back if you watch mine."

{[member="Lord Gaius"]} {[member="Werdla Dardalab"]} {[member="Strider Garon"]}

 

[Kaveh Garshasp]

Anticipation welled up in the young woman like a qyser, ready to burst. She looked to Kyr, her eyes full of courage and determination. This was the man that had killed her Aliit Buir, and though their clans for generations had been friendly, this one man, this, Ordo, had killed the man she looked up to. Today he would pay the price.

Or she would die trying.
"Is it really him?" She asked, stepping from behind Kyr to his side, a noble and loyal soldier to the cause.

[member="Kyr Jendri"]

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

He and his two wing mates dropped from the modified drop bays. He and his brothers fell from near atmosphere, their Bes'uliik protecting them from the heat of re-entry. As they streaked across the sky their wings opened up, their thrusters activated and they screamed past Mandalorian drop pods keeping the Pirate's attention staggered.

Bombs dropped from the war droids, bringing death and destruction to the pirates that held this land.

For Mandalore!

 

[Lord Gaius]

LOCATION: Inbound to Esfandia Long-Range Communications Base
OBJECTIVE: Search & Destroy
MUSIC: Iron

Gaius Vel threw a shot over his shoulder to Catherine, "Those are some agreeable terms. I'll take point, you cover my six."He then spied Werdla up near the back, he called out to her over all the blaring sirens, alarms, explosions and general shouting, "Aye vod, join the fireteam before you're left behind." He craned his neck to stare ahead at the matte grey ramp. The landing gears thudded, hard. He almost stumbled forward but caught himself on a bulkhead. He placed the butt of the rifle against his shoulder and raised it, eying downrange, hands gripping the stock. A crimson light shone bright in the hull, the ramp began to lower with a groan and creak. Suddenly, the air was filled with lances of red beams.


{ [member="Catherine Romanov"] | [member="Werdla Dardalab"] }

 

[Kix Tal'Verda]

Location: Planetside
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: NPC Pirate Scum
Objective: Slag some AA

The laaties of Tal'Verda drew closer and closer to the solid ground of Esfandia. Their loud, booming engines were a bell of salvation to the soldiers aboard but screamed with bloody malevolence to their foes. They descend like angels through fire and smoke, wings trailing with the fumes of flak around exploding around them as their clone pilots expertly dragged them in. Two gunships were lost in the malestorm. However, Tal'Verda would soon claim vengeance for their newly fallen. At once all of the remaining ships' missile tubes exploded with fire and hate. The projectiles slammed to the ground with surgical accuracy, ridding their soon-to-be drop zone of any opposition, blinding the nearby guns for a second,it was a hail of brimstone upon their foes. It was a beautiful sight.

If there was one thing the Tal'Verdas where known for it was their clean yet destructive methods that hailed from generations of Commando expertise.

The doors of the gunships swung open with a depressurizing hiss. Both clone and non-clone men alike bailed form the sides in professional silence that set them apart from the burning carnage they had just rent upon the nearby area and the foes that were obliterated in the heat of the vicious airborne siege.

"Command. This Kix Tal'Verda, we have boots on the ground, we'll deal with the AA guns. Oya! To victory!"

[member="Lord Gaius"] [member="Catherine Romanov"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Calico Tal'verda"] [member="CC-4242 Daral"] Strider Garon