Communication is key (Mandalorian Dominion of Esfandia)

[Revenchent]

Location: Planetside
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: NPC Pirate Scum

Objective: Slag some AA


Party time.

The doors sprung open in the blink of an eye. Calico was not one to dally. He simply nodded toward Zandra, confident that his wife would stick close and take care of herself, and pulled himself out of the gunship. He grimaced as his boots sunk a few inches into the damp ground, and grumbled a silent curse. The Commando brought his Deece up to aim straight ahead, right for the AA guns. They were up ahead on a nearby hills, pumping volleys of green laserfire up at the Mando fleets. Now that just would not do.

Cal waved forward with a hand and motioned for the two black clad Commandos. "Kix, park your bird nearby. Zandra, keep with me. We're marching for those guns."


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

 

[Kix Tal'Verda]

Location: Burning plains
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: NPC Pirate Scum
Objective: Slag AA

The world was still a photo-world. It was barren and formless other than flowing hills from place to place. The thick, breathable forming atmosphere required filters and rebeathers. Lucky for the deploying clones, their gear had such things. It was now a dangerous slog. The troops would have to sprint across open ground towards the AA emplacements for their Laaties could bring them no closer. The pirates were already regrouping and firing at them from afar. Sniper and explosive rounds peppered around the charging warriors. Their armor and training the only thing between them and their foe.

It was going to be a fun day.

Lord Gaius Catherine Romanov Zandra Fenni Calico Tal'verda CC-4242 Daral Strider Garon

 

[Placeholder 018]

AND THEN SYLVANAN.


The half-Arkanian soldier had joined his Tal'verda brethren because...why the hell wouldn't he? He rode in a gunship near Kix--there hadn't been any room for him with the honor guard. There was a certain person to blame for that but saying such was pretty much heresy to the former Dreadguard. So Sylvanan had let it go, and rode with the lackeys in one of the oooother gunships. It offloaded him a quarter of a klick away from Kix, not far really. It seemed a whole lot longer once the suppressive fire began to rain down on Kix as he crouched alongside overturned barrels and shattered stumps of some sort of plant, or whatever it was. He didn't have time to check.

"Boss. Not far. Link up with me---now."

[member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Location: Planteside
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Pirates.... Not me this time.
Objective: Punch throats and kick butts

The instant they hit ground, they were off. Finally. She'd been feeling so antsy since they took off. Zandra wasn't good at waiting. As was expected of her, she stayedeside her husband, hand resting lightly on the blaster at her hip. Mud. Great. It had to be mud. Zandra had been taught that the body was the only weapon needed in battle. Well, she wondered if mud wresting counted as a 'battle' now, because any fist fight she got into here was almost certain to devolve into that. Her nose scrunched as her thick leather boots became brown with mud.

"Yes sir," she responded with an easy grin, giving a fake salute with one hand.
Oh yes. She bet he liked it when she called him 'sir'. After all, how many of her orders did he take when he was out pillaging and plundering with her and her crew? Was only fair to return the favor now.

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

 

[Kix Tal'Verda]

Kix heard Sylvanan on his HUD and chuckled lowly beneath his faceplate. "Inbound."

He ran through blast and bolt to reach his pinned brother. Sylvanan may not have been one of the DG but he was one of Kix's most trusted friends. The Clone would jump through leaps and hoops for the Arkanian on any battlefield. He had an advantage anyways, most of the rounds being pumped at them was highly ineffective to his Katarn plate. It took him around three minutes to reach the Arkanian who was sheltered in a crater from the Laatie barriage.

"They're forcing us to fight like infantry. Causalities are beginning to amount." It was becoming a really hard slog. Some of the Tal'Verdas had reached the hill basin and we're engaged in what sounded like a brutal melee with a contingent of entrenched pirates.

"I have an idea." He knelt down beside Sylvanan.

"On my back, I run, you shoot. We'll flank 'em." It was an unorthodox tactic that would push Kix to his limits, however, Sylvanan would need the mobile cover he provided with his heavier gear.

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]

 

[Revenchent]

Calico snickered at his wife. It was an odd thing to find some form of humor just as you were marching off to kill some man or woman you had never met, nor would you ever meet, in your entire life. The thought was grim, but the humor was lighthearted. That was just how Zandra rocked though. It was what had initially attracted the older Mandalorian to her, after all. He just shook his head at the Echani, and fired off a burst at one of the pirates too stupid to use this little thing people in the business liked to call cover. The Twi'lek pirates chest exploded like confetti.

"Oooone down." He shouted over the blaster fire. Normally he would have just spoken, but Zandra lacked his helmet comms. He turned partway toward her, and shrugged.

The Commando motioned with one hand toward a set of gates guarding one of the turrets. Two young humans were spraying at the Tal'verdas with repeaters and proving to be highly ineffective. It was simple business to down the one on the left, Calico only had to fire once. The other took cover, and actually managed to hit on of the commandos. Cal cursed.

"Flank that nerf herder."

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Placeholder 018]

Sylvanan was currently taking cover behind an old overturned crate. Four pirates had all decided he was important because he lacked Katarn armor. In other words, the more vulnerable you were, the more important you were, because logic. The Arkanian grumbled a silent curse as he fired his Deece overhead at the pirates. A single cry of pain told him he had gotten lucky for the moment. The Mando tilted his head toward Kix in disbelief as the Dreadguard soldier appeared. He wanted him to do what now?

"I'm not against it, but I don't roll that way Boss. I like women. Nice women." Sylvanan grumbled as he pulled the Commando down into cover forcibly. His expression was hidden by his helmet, as always, but it was easy to tell he was snickering. "Your chest is too flat for me ner'vod."

[member="Calico Tal'verda"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Bridge of command ship
Objective: Conduct Operations and Drink Spiced Caffa

"Excellent, Rave I want you start making preperations to the station. We will using her as a staging point to aid us in our expansion into the Unknown Region, Chiss Ascendancy Territory." The Field Marshal had no qualms in informing the Station Master of his plans over a open comms. Who cares if anyone heard, who is gonna stop the United Clans?

Then A prison ship exited hyperspace, the flight controller quickly identified the ship as Mia's boat. "Good!" He rested himself back into his chair, gripping the cup of spiced Caffa. "Inform my fellow Field Marshal that she is free to join us" He commanded the the Flight Controller. No sooner then he gave the order there were reports coming in that she had already dispatched transports.

Pressing the tip of the cup to his lips he gently lighted so just enough Spiced Caffa would enter with out burning the top of his mouth or tongue. IF such happen it would of put the old man in a foul mood.


[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Kix Tal'Verda]

"I'll piggyback you past the pirates. Their guns have issues ripping through my plate and you can use me as mobile cover." He had to move, he needed to flank the foes. He suddenly popped up in front of the pirates and opened up with his deecee. Two of the buggers roared death wails as they were cut down by the rapid fire blaster, another, a Nikto, lunged and smashed Kix to the ground as he pulled a nasty looking scythe.

The armored behemoth struggled with all his might against the Nikto but was firmly pinned to the ground by the brute alien's superior strength. Though... His neck was perfectly exposed to the Arkanian he forgot all about.

"Sy'ika!"

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Location: Bridge of the Command Ship
Objective: Make an intro post in the thread

One bare foot followed another along the metal flooring of the command ship. They carried the witch out from the hall into the light of command bridge. Petra glanced around to observe the bridges lay out. It came from a habit of knowing what was around if conflict arose. Even though the likely hood was almost none, one could never know if that slightly percent close to zero could happen.

“And… one would have thought that Strider would be rushing into the fight in front of the kids, but here he is seating and drinking…” Petra warmly said before stopping to sniff the air. Then continue with rest of the sentence. “… hot caffa.” She did slow her approach to Strider down. There was no rush at the moment for her.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Bridge of command ship
Objective: Conduct Operations and Drink Spiced Caffa

The Field Marshal continued on to sipping his Caffa as his main data screen would display the operations below. To be twenty years younger and less gold on the shoulder would be a treat, The old man thought as he daydreamed of days long past. He may have been my spry back in those days, a bit more agile but he still hasn't lost his deadly edge. Was still a Mando'ad Verd through and through. He is just got a few more years on and a few perks of the rank..............................................

That was when Petra decided to join him on the bridge and to add insult to injure she had slighted him for his easy posture as his men were down below fighting. Of all the women in the galaxy she was one to know the old man when he was a much younger soldier. His eyes focused upon her, his eyes never grew tired of ravaging her beautiful busty curves.

"One gets to enjoy such luxury when he knows he can trust his warriors through and through to get the task done." He rose from his chair and stepped down from the command booth to give the Queen of Witches, well at least how he thought it was, her proper respect. "Care to join me Petra?"

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

And this was where the Fenni family style became, well, somewhat useless. Zandra wasn't equipped for this business. She liked to get close. Really close. Close enough to see the whites of their eyes, hear their breathing. It was more... intimate that way. Special. Dangerous, true, but only if you didn't know what you were doing. You got to really know the person you were fighting.
This though, this firing at the enemy until they dropped? What was she thinking? Well, at the very least it was good practice. She snatched up the blaster at her side, raising an eyebrow at her husband.

"This ain' exactly my specialty Dear," she grumbled, "Ya promised when ya took me out next, you'd introduce me to your friends."

She heard his order, but she was inclined to shrug it off as 'not meant for her'. He had other men at his side. Beside, his first order had been for her to stick with him. She wasn't stupid. Separating from him now was the kinda thing that could get her killed, and pretty quickly.
As if some god of irony could hear her thoughts, a shot whizzed past the spot that he head had been just seconds ago. Oh good. Lady Luck really was at her side. She raised her blaster, biting her lip. Now if only 'Lady Luck' could get her a clear shot at the prick hiding on the right....

[member="Calico Tal'verda"]

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Esfandia, south of the Communications Base
Objective: Destroy turrets guarding the southern approach

There was a heavy thud as the dropship landed on the ground. The ramp began to lower, groaning as the hinges worked,lowering the metal ramp onto the muddy ground. The crimson light that had been turned on during their descent was now replaced with daylight.

But daylight wasn't the only thing that entered the back of the transport. Long beams of red lasers suddenly shone upon them. It was then that Catherine noticed Gaius thundering out of the ship, firing his rifle as he took cover behind a massive boulder.

She hurried after him, yelling for the others to quickly disembark and get to cover. Soon enough, accurate blaster fire began streaming in, hitting the areas where the lasers used to linger, hitting several warriors who were too slow to react. They were down, but were they out? She didn't stay to find out.

Catherine unslung her Ares MK5 rifle from her back. Peering through the rifle's scope, she sighted the source of the lasers. There were several rotating turrets that were most probably manned by a couple of pirates within. They had been laying in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. And they got pretty close. Firing off several shots from her rifle, she crouched back down in cover, right next to Gaius, indicating:

"We need to take out those turrets, or this is going to be a massacre, especially for the incoming landings."

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

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

LOCATION: Disembarking at Esfandia Long-Range Communications Base
OBJECTIVE: Search & Destroy

The chain of command for this had been left fairly loose. It was largely understood that trying to organize too many Mandos was a lot like herding felines. They were, in general that was, fairly good at just figuring out who was suited to being in command of any particular mission and following that person. Or all going hell for broke after their own endgame and gods help whatever being was standing in the way and trying to understand the tactics.

'La, when she felt her counterparts were capable, and these were Mando's so of course, was happy to have someone in her ear issuing directions. Not that she wouldn't improvise and make her own calls of course, but she liked being part of a team. That was half the fun of it all. So as soon as the ship touched down she was shedding safety straps and buckles. When the ramp began to lower she was standing and moving.


"If it looks like I'm being left behind, it's only so I can get a proper run-up vod."

An appropriate statement as the air became filled with blaster bolts. Time to move! She trusted that for all the ride had been turbulent, her pilot know their job, and there was cover near the LZ. To that end, before the ramp hit the ground, she figured roughly where the blasts where coming from and how steadily and ran for it, vaulting over the descending edge of the ramp.

Her HUD was hard at work, adjusting sound levels and keeping her eyes from being dazzled as well as helping to filter out some of the smoke that was drifting off some nearby wreckage. 'La grinned within her helmet, wreckage, cover, either way, she wasn't picky. not that she was some prodigy of course. She was good, her armour was better. A shot had ricocheted off her shoulderpad, another hit her in the chest leaving her feeling like she'd been kicked by a Thakwaash. Well, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration since she'd kept moving, but it was less than pleasant. Still alive though!

Crouching behind a downed ship fragment, foe or friendly she wasn't sure, she raised her rifle, focused and popped up to start laying down some suppressive fire before she was forced into cover again. Disembarking in a hot LZ was always dicey. The gent who had spoken up made it out just fine, so had his buddy, a few of the others were not so lucky. there were worse ways to die though. The turrets were going to have to go down, maybe one of the others was a bit quicker with multiple unit tactics than she was. Her helmet was still on open frequency to nearby friendlies.

"Plan anyone?"

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

 

[Lord Gaius]

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

Gaius Vel jumped, rolling to one side as a blast washed over him. The outer layers of his beskar'gam boiled and peeled like a bad sunburn. He raised his sonic rifle and fired along the trajectory of the turret bolts, making sure to sweep low. His eyes cleared, and as he automatically reloaded his weapon, he finally saw the surface of Esfandia. It could have been hell: red rocks; orange dust- filled sky; the scars of a dozen impact skids and craters around him from Mandalorian transports; and thirty meters ahead, dark crimson splashes of pirate blood soaking into the sand. Gaius freed his shotgun and warily moved to the nearest boulder.

"It's going to be a massacre either way, we just have to make sure they're the ones who experience it." Photo-reactive plates along his beskar'gam were activated by an electronic pulse. The armor's camouflag-ing textures sputtered and stabilized, and blended into the rocky terrain. "I'll see what I can do about those turrets, keep some suppressing fire." The display on his HUD flickered to life, a transparent layer of sunburnt orange topology. A single blinking orange dot appeared that represented his position. Additional cerulean dots appeared on his heads-up screen a dozen, two dozen, and then hundreds. All Mandalorians. His scanner began to organise Friend or Foe tags, assigning the pirates as tango's that appeared as bleeping crimson dots. "You make the call."


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

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: South entrance of Long-Range Communications Base
Objectives: Provide suppresive fire for Gaius

Catherine nodded in agreement. Suppressive fire while you think of something. Gripping her rifle firmly, stock leaning against her shoulder, she took several calculated aims at the tangos, her aim proving true.

Her HUD had identified all possible targets in the area, tagging them with the appropriate friend or foe tag colours. Fellow warriors of the Mando'ade were identified by blue, and hostiles in red. Taking a quick glance around, she noticed that there were quite a number of friendlies in the area, and they should be able to push forward once the turrets were down.

Further up ahead, she recognised a familiar figure. It was Werdla, still alive and fighting like a beast! Taking upon the sight of that afforded her a quick smile behind her buy'ce. Opening her com channel to friendlies in the immediate vicinity, she yelled "We need suppressive fire on the turrets, or we'll never move up! Come on vod! We take this for the glory of Mando'ade!"

Turning around to face Gaius, she uttered "Whatever you're gonna do, do it now." She crept back into position behind the boulder, continuing to lay down suppressive fire for Gaius.

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

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Strider Garon"]

The Star Destroyer Grave Wind didn't look all that impressive. Nine hundred metres, a XoXaan escort ship with the bridge tower cut down and integrated into the hull, its turbolasers stripped off and replaced by a handful of big awkward guns, its hull studded with aftermarket maneuvering gear. It was the flagship of the Empire of the Hand, whose nebulous and Fringe-affiliated network of planets was located not far from here (as the space crow flies). Various massive automatic energy weapons, their beams almost infinitely faster and longer-ranged than turbolasers, ratta-tat-tatted into various pirate ships from a good ways away. The Grave Wind, as it happened, boasted firepower comparable to the largest and most powerful Mandalorian ships, and then some, with durability to match.

"Ashin Varanin of Clan Ordo, reporting for duty."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Mia Monroe"]


Pirates! Pirates everywhere! Miscellaneous horde of expendable lowlife that had the misfortune of being right in the way of the guns of the Mandalorian juggernaut. You could almost feel sorry for the poor buggers, but then it was common consensus that they were acceptable targets. Given how often hordes of corsairs got wiped out in dominion after dominion, one wondered whether they actually got to raid, pillage and enslave people these days. After all, they had to be pretty decimated.



Regardless, pirates were being mowed down, the post count was being boosted and the Ashira's Justice, a Thuella-class command cruiser, had joined the party with two Illyria-class frigates and some corvettes. Nothing too fancy, for it was not even a heavy cruiser though Siobhan was quite fond of it. So fond, in fact, that she had more or less requisitioned it as a flagship of sorts. At least until Firemane got an actual Star Destroyer since according to the rules their recent tier upgrade allowed them to build one. She may have been just a little bit jealous of Varanin's hellbore cannons. Regardless, the couple Firemane ships were here on a friendly courtesy call and before her eyes corsair ships were pulverised in a hailstorm of laser fire and missiles. Explosions ensued, pretty explosions.


Siobhan left whatever fleeting might be required to people actually competent in things like this and instead reclined on a chair on the bridge, sipping a cup of starcaf and with a magazine at her side. Pirate fighters seeking to escape suddenly found themselves enveloped by an invisible force and then utterly torn apart as she exerted her powers. More explosions ensued. She was not really here to charge into the front lines, those days were gone for the most part. Perhaps she was getting old.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

As the transport touched down Ana shuffled out with the rest of those going planet side. The Pirates that were already there were aware of their presence and if not they really were quite stupid.

Normally when she got off a ship it was a war zone but right here and now was far too quite for Ana's liking. Keeping her rifle up and ready she slowly moved towards what looked to be a warehouse of sorts. It could be a secret hideout or it could be nothing. Ana either way had decided that she wished to go check it out so she headed in that direction.

As she did she could hear shots fired from behind her which caused her to turn her head slightly but as she saw it was being dealt with Ana pressed onward to her target.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Location: Bridge of a ship
Objective: Something
[member="Strider Garon"]

“One could say it like that, Strider…” Petra sweetly addressed each syllable as her steps moved her pass Strider. “Or one has to admit that our battle isn’t with those out there but with time.” Her gaze rested on what the bridge could see outwards. There was something on her mind; however, that was for another time and place. She had a question to answer, and with the same sugary sweet tone. The answer was given. “If I didn’t want to join you, I would be down there walking over the dead, sweetie.”