Communication is key (Mandalorian Dominion of Esfandia)

[Revenchent]

Bah.


Cal grumbled a curse as a stray bolt slammed into his shoulder like a crashing speeder bike. His pauldrons lessened the lethality of the weapon so that it left little more than a bruise, but kark did it hurt. He steadied himself against on of the overturned crates, and cracked a terrible grin as one of the remaining defenders was silence by the vibroblade of a former Dreadguard. Now it was time to move in. Calico waved his hand forward toward the structure.

"Move it on up!" He snapped, marching through the messy landscape toward the walls. He hurled a thermal detonator over the side; the resulting expulsion of flames and shrapnel told him he had hit something.

That was when the final man with the repeater popped out of cover, and took aim right at Calico. The Mando was too slow to react. The pirate was about to reduce him to bloody ribbons.

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Lucky for Cal, Zandra was one heck of a wife. She didn't blink when he was hit. He was a big boy. He wasn't about to fall over dead from an iddy bitty bug bite like that. Her eyes were focused entirely on the final defender. Zandra wasn't exactly known for her skills with a blaster, especially from a distance, but she was far from being useless. The instant the spotted the top of his head, she took a deep breath. Wait. She had to wait for just the right moment.

Ah! Yes.
Nobody shoots my man, but me, dammit!
Her finger tightened on the trigger and an instant later she watched the pirate topple down the wall.

"I got your back, Hun."

[member="Calico Tal'verda"]

 

[Placeholder 018]

Kix didnt need to say a word. Sylvanan was all reaction now. He was running on auto-pilot. There was no thought given to anything he would do now. The Arkanian stepped forward with a purpose. He ducked low to avoid becoming a target for the pirate's repeaters, and ejected the wrist mounted vibroknife from its gauntlet. Wordlessly, he sunk the knife deep into the back of the Nikto's neck. It carved through the thick flesh and drove deep through the twisted muscle, finding purchase as it carved into bone.

Whether the Nikto screamed or not, Sylvanan did not notice. He removed the blade from the alien's neck, and grimaced as its blood pooled around his gauntlet. "Taken care of."

[member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Isabet Skirata"]

"It's him." Kyr said taking out his datapad and opening two files, "these are the biometrics and gate recognition read outs. They're identical to military records."

Kyr handed the woman the 'pad. As he pulled a combat knife and shatter pistol from his hip holster.

"If it's not him then we let him go and report the operation to Garon and Azrael. We get trust and support either way." Kyr said his voice like he had rocks in his throat. "We need to do this together. I'll keep him off balance you bag him, there's a web rifle or tranquilizer rifle in the ship. Do it however you want."

Kyr held up his hand and counted down from five on his fingers before his repulsor pack quietly lifted him from the ground and toward the big man on the MandalTech landing pad.

 

[Ordo]

Ordo knew it would happen one-day. He knew he couldn't hide forever, but he didn't know it would come today. He dropped the crate of hyperdrive parts he had pulled off the back of the ship as he turned in response to his danger sense.

Nothing was there until he looked up and was met with the shatter pistol shot that sped toward his face. His hanf came up fast and knocked the pellet out of the air. Any doubt of who he was likely went out the port-hole af y er that. His right hand dropped for his beskad as the figure came down with a beskad of his own onto Ordo's shoulder. He didn't want to fight another vod, but he had few choices it was fight or die....again.

 

[Kix Tal'Verda]

Location: Esfandia Barrens
Allies: [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]
Enemies: Pirates
Objective: Reach the Hills

Kix watched as his teammate slit his killer's throat right before the Nikto brought his scythe down at the clone. The creature gurgled panickedly on his on blood before being shoved away by Kix who sat up and pressed himself to one of the crater's dirt walls.

"Kark..." He watched his HUD as streams poured in from the Pods of Tal'Verda men scattered in the fields or in the hill basin. Confirmed causalities currently sat at sixteen, which didn't sound like a lot until your released your fighting force was only 60 men. Matters were worse because there was an estimated 80 pirates holed up in the basin of the hills protecting their AA guns.

"If we could just get behind them, we could use one of their guns to collapse the pirate trenches."

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

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

Gaius sprinted. Covering the rough ground in long powerful strides. He forced himself to run faster, darting from side to side. An evasive tactic. Particle beams exploded near his foot. He weaved back and forth through a hailstorm of high-angle trajectories. He dodged, kept running, and squinted ahead at the E-web emplacements. A lanced bolt of crimson sizzled near his shoulder, ricocheting of his thickly beskar’gam and singeing the Nexu fur. It faltered his stride and the photo-reactive plates flared white and red, and where he had once been blended into the environment, he was now an obvious target. Only the suppressive fire of his vod was what kept him from becoming a metaphorical swiss cheese. He came upon the first turret, using his left hand to grip the underside of the lengthy barrel, flipping it up and back. The gunner tumbled away, and with an explosive pull of the trigger, the shotgun slugs sent him careening onto the rocky ground. Gaius turned, gripping the shotguns stock and fired off another round, explosive slugs, it decimated the nearest gunner. While there were more pirates than he could handle alone, he had made a hole in their defences from which his comrades could certainly capitalise upon.

{ [member="Catherine Romanov"] }

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: Nearing the Long-range Communications Base
Objective: Search & Destroy

As soon as she saw that Gaius had silenced the turret, she raced through the hailstorm of blaster bolts, advancing the frontline towards the enemy. With one less turret firing at them,the surrounding Mando'ade's morale were boosted, giving them all a burst of confidence. Several others ran forward and bravely carried out the same heroic feat that Gaius did, taking out their own turrets in succession. It was not long after, that the group of turrets guarding the southern approach was destroyed, bringing an eerie form of silence into the vicinity after what seemed like an eternity of blaster & laser bolts firing into the air. Waves of Madolorians began to advance towards their new position, succesfully advancing their frontline towards the communications base their field marshal had in mind. It was not far now. The base lay on a the hill directly ahead, and it was surely to be heavily guarded.

Reaching up to Gaius, she placed an arm on his shoulder "Nicely done Gaius, expertly-done indeed." before glancing up towards their the long-range communications base. She opened up a channel to Field Marshal Garon "Sir, we have the southern approach. Southern turrets have been neutralised, advancing forwards towards the base now."

They still had lots to do, but they were now closer to their objective than ever before.

[member="Lord Gaius"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

"Who the he-"

The rifle kicked against Daral's shoulder, a blaster bolt hammering into a pirate's chest and putting him on the ground. Two more shots rang out as he put down the first pirate's comrade with the same mercilessness. If it hadn't been obvious before, prisoners were not something Daral was taking. Two man patrol, likely from something smaller than an FOB, would've been larger otherwise, his guess was one of the nearby AA guns. That's where he'd meet them, if he knew his brothers they'd be hammering the guns, it made tactical sense, so maybe he'd meet them there.

"Darius? Ronan?"

Feth, missed one. Drawing back, 4242 waited for the third member of the patrol to get close. The arkainian pirate's eyes widened in horror as he found his two human allies lying dead. Suddenly the pirate heard something, footsteps, the bastard that did this was still close. Instantly Daral slammed at blade fashioned from jagged durasteel into the man's neck. Jerking violently he tore a ragged, bloody mess of a gas into his foe before letting him fall onto the ground, blood soaking the soil as Daral stood over him. He hadn't even flinched.

Then he saw them, he saw Calico, his buir, his father. He didn't even think as he broke into a dead sprint for the battlefield. As another pirate, firing on his brother's turned to look at what stormed towards him, the Dreadguard soldier savagely smashed the butt of his rifle into the man's head. The skull gave without much of a fight as he snapped up his rifle and squeezed the trigger, again and again. Pirates dropped and he ran. "CALICO!" His voice was raspier than he remembered, but then again the roar across the battlefield was the first time the clone had spoken in a long, long time,

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

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: LOD (Low Orbit Drop)
Objective: Get my Giant Boots on the Ground

The rattle and shake of the drop pod made it difficult for Titan to read the altimeter. He found himself giving up on the computer readings and just looked out the viewports until the computer fired the reverse thrusters at the appropriate time.

Titan landed about two clicks away from the city. The large thud and exploding earth was enough to shake the dead awake. Grabbing the door release, Titan pulled his weapons from the pod and got out.

"This is Titan. I got boots on the ground, where you need me?"

 

[Lord Gaius]

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

It was all over in a manner of seconds. At least that is how it felt when adrenaline was pumping through your veins at 314 litres per hour. Gaius stood in the thick of it all. Blood smeared across photo-reactive panels and his ordinarily orange and stark white beskar'gam turned a fluid red. He activated an electronic pulse and the reactive panels cut. Now the blood was smeared on the orange half of his beskar'gam. He flicked the safety off his shotgun and placed it onto an over-the-shoulder sling. He was just removing his helmet when Catherine rested an arm on his shoulder. The decompression of his helmet caused a hiss of released oxygen into the air. He was darkly tanned with a dominant set of brown eyes below an eternal frown of his browline. He was so used to frowning in the forge as a beskarsmith that whenever he was away from it he kept frowning. Always looking perpetually annoyed by something nobody else could see. He was complimented by a strong jawline and chin, with short cut light black hair. "You did good yourself," he answered with his thick accent that came from Concord Dawn. "You tell me where to shoot, vod. You seem the better tactician, I'm just the man who brings down the hammer."

{ [member="Catherine Romanov"] }

 

[Kaveh Garshasp]

She took the datapad, her hands trembling in a mix of fear and anticipation and nodded, looking over the data. She sighed, attempting to calm her nerves before turning from the man.

"Be safe out there Jendri." The low, near silent hum of her repulsor pack lifted her off towards the ship.

The tranquilizer rifle was heavier than she thought it would be, or something made to fire hollow vials of paralyzing serum at least. Making her way to Ordo's left flank her repulsor pack lifted her and the weapon high atop the MandalTech building. Still under construction there was plenty of cover to hide behind, though with a monster like him would it really matter? Jedi could kill in the blink of an eye with their Force couldn't they?

Uneasiness rolled off the Mandalorian in waves. Anticipation, fear, and murderous intent rolled off of the usually calm and collected Mandalorian woman. She raised the rifle, setting it across a beam for support and watched through the magnified scope.
@Ordo @Kyr Jendri

 

[Revenchent]

Calico began to march for the AA cannon. All they needed to do was strap a few strips of detonite to the thing and watch the fireworks. It was a relatively easy thing to do, all things considered. He took two steps forward, and reached over to clamp his hand on Zandra's shoulder for a moment. "Always count on you cyar'ika. Always." He grunted as he brought his rifle up to aim.


...What was that?

Cal turned partway toward the familiar voice. Most of the clones sounded familiar, but each one had some sort of distinction from his brothers. Others, like Cal himself, sounded drastically different from their brethren. It came from their training as RC's, and Daral had that distinct voice.

The former chieftain allowed his arm to hang limp at his side as Daral made his appearance. "Ad'ika...I didn't think you'd made it off Drunkenwell." He shouted back. He paid little heed to the fact they were in the middle of a firefight, and strode forward, arms held out wide. Warrior or not, Calico was a family man at heart. He would do anything for his boys, and if Daral had been cut off for that long...he would need some kind of hug.

[member="CC-4242 Daral"] [member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Placeholder 018]

Sylvanan lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. The cannons weren't particularly far, and the majority of the pirates were concerned with the other Tal'verdas. With the Nikto dead, both he and Kix had likely become an afterthought. The Arkanian off-shoot just motioned up toward the cannon they had been marching toward--particularly the now unguarded entrance to that cannon. "So we take it."He said plainly. Without waiting for Kix's orders, he pushed up to his feet, and broke into a dead sprint for the cannon.

If they wanted to use it, they would need to do so quickly before the pirates caught wind of what they were actually doing.

[member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Alright. Take out the gunners? Check. Save Calico's life... Again? Check. Meet up with old friends and swap war stories?
Well, seemed Cal was well on his way to that one. Zandra started running ahead when she heard someone call for her husband. She stopped where she was, several feet away from the two already. Another shot whizzed by her head, too close for comfort. No time to stand around and watch the reunion. She turned on her heel, pulling a sharp rounded blade from inside her coat with a low growl. One of the pirates was reloading, and she swore for a second that she recognized her. The Galaxy was a big place, but not that big. It was distinctly possible that they'd met before.

She better pray to Lady Luck that she can reload before I get to her.

Her boots kicked mud up as she ran, sticking her blaster back in it's holster. She watched the human womans big brown eyes look up in horror as her mind tried to come to the right decision in such a short time. In a split second of panic, she tossed her weapon aside, struggling to pull out her own blade. Metal clashed against metal.

Finally.
This was paradise. She felt such a sense of euphoria. So close. It was a dance between the two. Zandra held back, letting her body sway and twist with every desperate swipe of her blade. She was dying and she knew it. Zandra could read it in her movements. Only minutes left for her, seconds. This girl, this pirate, wanted to do as much as she could in the little time she had. The pirate had spunk, Zandra had to admit it. But she was not trained for this. She almost felt sorry that she'd have to kill her, but death was a treasure too. Sometimes, Zandra felt envious.
With a sweep of her mud caked boots, Zandra watched the young pirate woman fall onto her back. The end of the line. This was where you truly got to know someone. Would she beg? Cry? Try to bargain with her? No. She just watched, panting, terrified, but wordless as the Echani plunged her blade into her chest.

"Good Journey," Zandra murmured, yanking out the tip of her blade and looking around for Cal before she could even see the girls eyes go dead.

[member="Calico Tal'verda"]

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

He didn't give a feth if it was a battle or not. He ran into his buir's embrace without a thought. It wasn't every day your family found out you weren't dead, so the clone in a patchwork set of armor that was falling to shambles made an exception, not a long one, but it was one. Breaking the hug he instantly snapped back into the fight. "Barely did buir, and not without my fair share of scars." Daral replied, his voice regretful as his mind went to those that had not been as lucky. Then his weapon snapped up and began firing, there was not time to mourn. Calico had trained them better than to get to distracted, the rest of the reunion could happen later.

"What do you need me to do?" 4242 inquired, putting a burst of fire into a pirate who violently jerked back in forth, dancing to the rhythm of the bolts as he collapsed to the ground and Daral moved on to the next foe. Dipping down he avoided a quick barrage of blasts before returning the favor with a more accurate touch. It was another kill, just another thing that had to be cut down for its crimes. Nothing was stopping the Tal'Verda war machine today.

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

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Bridge of Command Ship
Allies: Mandalorians; [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]
Objective: Make Smalltalk

​

...the doors to the bridge of the Command Ship would open with a hiss before Garrus walked through them. Dressed in his Beskar'gam the Field Marshal would do a quick survey of the bridge before his gaze settled over his Brother, Strider, and the woman, Petra, that he appeared to be engrossed in conversation with. Without needing an invitation he approached the both of them before striking the gauntlet of his right hand up across his left pectoral as he came within an easy distance to insert himself into the conversation between the two of them..."It appears that the life of a Field Marshal is more glamor then I expected."...he seemed to lament upon seeing Strider enjoying his drink and the company of his guest rather than trekking through the trenches of the world below....

...the time for introductions followed his brief comment and turning his eyes towards Petra he would have said..."My Brother is fortunate man, some would say much to fortunate, to have such a beautiful woman sharing his company."...he laughed briefly and then would nod his head once..."I am Garrus Garon."...he needn't his titles or rank knowing that his name would suffice and the truth was that Garrus was just a warrior in his heart none of these other things that necessity had made him. Allowing his right hand to sweep downwards he would set it across the belt fastened around his armor and remove his flask which was then lift towards his mouth...

...on the way his left hand would cross over to uncap the flask before it pressed to his lips and he tipped it higher to take a hard pull of the liquid inside. A moment later and Garrus made a hard exhaling sound before he replaced the cap on the flask once more..."Good."...was all he said concerning the drink he had just taken a pull from as he lowered the flask while keeping it within the hold of his right hand. Dividing his attention between Strider and Petra he would have looked beyond the both of them towards the various screens and terminals that completed the bridge of the capital ship..."Your mission on the planet below proceeds accordingly?"...he asked though he assumed it was or else Strider wouldn't have been sitting so relaxed in his chair enjoying himself...​

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Location: Esfandia Surface, Nearing Long Range Communications Base
Allies: Mando'ade
Objective: DO NOT light the world on fire.

Rally Master Ginnie Ordo hadn't gotten her new Beskar'gam yet. Neither did she particularly need it . . . okay maybe she did. The girl tugged at the space growing between her bracer and her arm plate, where her armourweave jumpsuit began to stretch. Why was this wonderfully crafted and blissfully created Beskar'gam failing in the comfort levels today?

Ginnie was in the middle of a growth spurt. Her lounge clothes were shortening, her favourite pj pants were waders and she ate like the Nexu on the Ordo Ranch. The girl was grumpy, fidgety and off her game. She had landed early on the surface of Esfandia to do recon and ended up spending the time lost in streets and dales. Picking herself up and dashing the consequences of fingers brushing up against the edge of crushgaunts Ginnie made her way toward the Comm Tower.

"This is Rally Master Ordo calling in to Mando'ade. I'm available for back-up. Who needs a couple of big guns and working crush gaunts?"

[member="Ordo"] @Srider Garon [member="Garrus Garon"] @Mandos On Surface

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Bridge of Command ship
Objective: Ogle Petra.

The ATC Officer looked up from his station visually tracking down his Captain or in this situation Field Marshal. "Al'verde Garon!" The young mandalorian announced trying to catch Strider's attention. A hard task indeed for when he was being entertain by a voluptuos witch. He also just realized there were two Field Marshal Garons on the bridge and decided to fix hismelf before Garrus replied instead of Strider. "Field Marshal Strider Garon!" He would interject again, this time calling upon the right Garon. "We have new contacts reporting friendly transponders of [member="Ashin Varanin"] and her fleet along with [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] company!"

Slightly annoyed that his attention had to be taken away from [member="Petra Cavataio"] and not just because his brother had join the bridge but cause his duty forced him. He would softly position himself to the Witch's side, his eyes not baring upon her curves but now down upon the bridge crew below. "They are welcomed Allies,ATC! Let them operate and tag them friendly" Strider would command then bring his attention back to his present company

"Operations are going smoothly. Our vode are making friends with the pirates below and our Associates are arriving in mass to help us to build up on this station and planet to have it all ready for our advance into Chiss Territory." He would answer his brother, who had just taken a fresh swig from his flask. Everyone had their demons and vices.

His attention fell back on the always mysterious witch beside him " Time is a losing battle, Cyar'ika!' He smiled knowing full well that time has chewed up Strider and spat him back out looking like an old steroid monkey with leathery skin holding it all together "Unless you are Petra who never ages a day"!

[member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia's finger drummed on the grips of the bolters resting at her hips, a frown creasing her forehead as she paced the bridge slightly, listening to the chatter. Something felt off. This was a simple search and destroy, they had plenty of allies around them, so why the sense of unease resting over her? She lifted her head, pausing in her pacing as [member="Ashin Varanin"] joined the party.

"Have all the ships gone? she asked.

"Negative, sir, we still have an inteceptor in the hangr bay."

"Prep it for flight," she said moving from the bridge. "Rally Master you have Command."

She moved through the corridors, reaching out across the battle, trying to find what was out of place, but finding nothing. Once aboard the interceptor and free from the prison ships hanger she opened a secure line to Ashin's ship, seperate from the comm chatter of the battle. A brief chat with the comm officer and she was handed to Ashin.

"You honour us with your presence, Master Varanin." she said softly. "I'm heading for the planet's surface, I'd be glad if you could join me."