Public Crusaders, come if you dare and die, or hide like Hut'uun. Kashyyyk Resistance vs Neo-Crusaders

[Kei Amadis]

Primary Goal: To buy time for evacuation. Secondary: Win a decisive battle.
Location: Rrrykan Forest
OOC Thread
Open to anyone brave or crazy enough on either side or caught up in it all.
Muse Music

"Come if you dare. Don't hide behind your ships or words. You are not hut'uun."​

The challenge was out on all frequencies. No speeches, no theatrics—just a line in the dirt. He knew crusaders, he'd fought beside them once or twice. They weren't cowards. They had honor. If this worked, it bought everyone else time to withdraw and pulled the fight where it mattered, away from the civilians.

Kei looked out at the green expanse of Kashyyyk. Panatha his first homeworld was turned to dust. Voss was long gone. This was as good a place to die as any. He exhaled slow, steady, and walked the mid-level platforms with his hands behind his back. A silent nod, a clap on the shoulder—old friends, old soldiers, Rangers who refused to leave, Wookiees and Houks towering over the rest. Their home on the line.

"Remind every last one of them—this is volunteer only. Unofficial. Command isn't coming. We are on our own."

Silence. They'd stripped their armor of insignia. This wasn't the SJO or the SJC. This was them.

Encrypted Message

Spoiler

Sent From: Caltin Vanagor

Attention Jedi Brothers and Sisters

If you are seeing this, have care in approaching The Shadow Temple

we are safe, you will be safe.

END TRANSMISSION

A young Wookiee, barely fifteen, handed him a datapad. He read the message, lips curling into a rare grin. An old friend. He looked at the kid. "Get this to the ones still running. Tell them where to go. And tell him—it's damn good to hear from him." Caltin Vanagor he knew any civilians that got there would be protected.

No one under thirty remained. No one with kids. Kei wouldn't allow it.

Tactics:

No running today. Not from Kashyyyk. Not from home again. They'd hold the line their way.

The Wookiees in the center would try to bait the crusaders in, then fall back, drawing them under the Wroshyr trees positions—right into the waiting guns of entrenched Houks, armored and armed to the teeth. On the right flank, the Wildcards would try to appear weak—then hit hard to break their advance before the real push, infiltration, and backline actions the goal. Their limited artillery remained quiet, well concealed.

The Shadowlands below were thick—looked impassable. That was the point. Kei had always played the long odds when it counted. He wondered if they had his file, they certainly had begun to see his preferred tactics.

No insignia. No colors.

The jungle was silent.
Weapons loaded.
The trap was set.

Now it was just a matter of whether the crusaders had the stones to step into it.

Unofficial SJC Kashyyyk Resistance Forces:

Spoiler

Right Flank
1000/1000 Older Wildcards (Camouflaging numbers)
100/100 Type 75 Speeders (Camouflaging signatures)

Center:
250/250 Houk Heavy Fire Teams (Holding high ground)
1000/1000 Rallied Wookiee Allies (Feigning Fall Back)
25/25 Type 86 Howizter (Backline, Large Shield Generator)

Left Flank
500/500 Unofficial Silver Jedi Regulars (Holding)
50/50 Type 70 Tanks (Holding)
25/25 Type 71 MLRS Artillery setup (Backline)

Support Backline
250/250 SB1's Drones
50/50 FFMSS 1a Medical Systems

75/75 Elites (Reserve)
25/25 Hayk's Silverclaws, a Crack Wookiee Unit.
50/50 Taiden's Echani Honorguard to pair off with Taiden.(Possible addition)

 

[Kuhbee]

Location: Jedi Temple on Coruscant
Time: Earlier


After hearing the holo report about Kashyyyk Kuhbee found himself in the medical ward of the Temple. The sedative was slowly wearing off and he was blinking up at the brightly lit ceiling of the healing ward. He groaned softly, his head throbbing from the sedative. He went to rub his head and realized he was shackled to the bed. That was probably a precaution taken by the healers because of his strength but still he didn't like it. He pulled at the shackle weakly, his mind still working to catch up with the events of the day. He needed to get to Kashyyyk and see if he could help. His tribe was in trouble!

As the adrenaline started to pump again his memory started to come back and the panic he felt over his tribe started to course through his veins. He roared loudly and ripped the railing right off the medical cot. The bed rail swung around, still shackled to his arm as the Wookie worked to pull the iv lines out of his body. He heard an alarm start beeping and people yelling but he did not care.

He had to get to Kashyyyk.

 

[Spayyghen]

Kei Amadis Kuhbee [Eventually]​

<<< Resistance Fighters? You say >>> Spayyghen snarled, his fangs exposed, as he surveyed the tactical map from the occupied city of Grunnrurr.

The city had been the first to fall to the onslaught of the Rodian Hunters, as they swept through the area to establish a forward command post for the Crusade, and so the Mad-Claw had transformed the peaceful city into a formidable fortress from which to keep the natives at bay.

Clearly this had not worked as just hours earlier, a Wookiee informant named Rurr-Rurr had provided intelligence indicating that a Resistance moment was already starting to take shape, and were even openly challenging the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders into a direct confrontation.

<< Yes, Warchief Spayyghen. They have established themselves deep within the forests; however, we have been unable to approach them closely enough to ascertain their precise strength or troop numbers >> one of his advisors remarked from beside the holographic table, an elderly Wookiee leaning on a tree limb that served as a cane.

Despite his tyrannical rule, there was an understanding in the value of the wisdom and experience of the elders, as they were instrumental in maintaining peace during the occupation.

<< Then we shall find out, ready the Oath-Bound and prepare our forces to route them out >> The Warchief grunted from the throne.

As horns sounded and messages were dispatched to the cities aligned with the occupying forces, he swiftly donned his beskar-plated armor and left the throne room to mount a nearby Walluga.

​

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Rrrykan Forest, Mid-Forest Levels, Central Backline. Resistance Command.
Goal: Dig in and prepare for harassing actions.
Enemies: Spayyghen
Allies: Kuhbee

The central Wroshyr tree was massive, its ancient bark reinforced with durasteel plating as the fortifications rose from the roots. Inside, among a web of consoles tracking both his troops and any Mandalorian Crusaders they'd scouted, General Amadis adjusted his armor. The battle was coming.

Spayyghen
"Movement spotted, sir." Antarian Ranger Canth entered—one of the few Kei trusted with hard jobs. "Not clear if they're testing us or just scouting." A slow fight would mean more suffering. But a direct assault? That could be all or nothing for the resistance. Deja Vu again.

"Let them get close. Light skirmishers only—fighting retreats. Make them think we're weaker than we are. Stoke the fire." Just like the old days.

He leaned into the holovid transmitter, his silver-streaked hair and battle-worn face filling the screen, no hiding. "This is General Amadis of the Kashyyyk Resistance. To all Wookiees, to anyone who won't stand by while this world is subjugated—watch this battle. Be ready. We fight for you. Hold your spirit. If you can, join us and break them here."

The few old Crusaders or Army of Light members among his command staff bristled at the challenge. Maybe it would draw out an ally. Maybe it would just paint a larger target on their backs. Either way, Alea iacta est, the die was cast. Would the Mandalorians charge in, or would they wait, starve them out? He'd need to prepare for both. Thankfully, they had brought food and ammo.

The forest was coming alive with defenses. High in the trees, fortifications began to rise. Hidden tunnels were dug through these pillars symbolizing Kashyyyk. Wildcard Nikto engineers worked like the old veterans they were, spreading into flanks, rigging paths with traps and fallback positions. Given enough time, they'd tunnel straight into the Shadowlands, just like the old days.

An officer approached. "Should we mine the left flank sir?"

Kei shook his head. "Mine and trap our backs." Guarding the rear. No easy retreat today; they knew what they signed up for. A grim determination was setting in. Do or die.

Actions/Commands:

• Light Skirmishes Harrass Spayyghen
• Rallying Broadcast: Sent via Holonet.
• Rear is being mined
• All Flanks: Wildcard Nikto engineers tunneling, fortifying tree positions.
• Right Flank: Appears weak, but is camouflaged and stealthed.
• Center: Staged Wookiee retreat planned—enemy may walk into Houk gunners above.
• Artillery & Vehicles: Silent, hidden, waiting.

Unofficial SJC Kashyyyk Resistance Forces:

Spoiler

Right Flank
1000/1000 Older Wildcards (Camouflaging numbers)
100/100 Type 75 Speeders (Camouflaging signatures)

Center:
250/250 Houk Heavy Fire Teams (Holding high ground)
1000/1000 Rallied Wookiee Allies (Feigning Fall Back)
25/25 Type 86 Howizter (Backline, Large Shield Generator)

Left Flank
500/500 Unofficial Silver Jedi Regulars (Holding)
50/50 Type 70 Tanks (Holding)
25/25 Type 71 MLRS Artillery setup (Backline)

Support Backline
250/250 SB1's Drones (Backline)
50/50 FFMSS 1a Medical Systems (Backline)

75/75 Elites (Reserve)
25/25 Hayk's Silverclaws, a Crack Wookiee Unit.
50/50 Taiden's Echani Honorguard to pair off with Taiden.(Possible addition)

 

[Vertigo]

Goal: Bolster the Defenses as a 1 on 1 or small unit skirmish. Also headbutts.
Location: Patrolling to where they are needed.
Tag: Open (For 1 on 1 or small skirmish)

What was as bad as a Wookiee with a grudge? A Houk in power armor with one.​

Massive power armored boots stomped across the battlements, rattling durasteel and bone alike. "Morning, grunts," came the deep, rumbling voice, followed by the sharp clang of a headbutt—delivered straight to his lieutenant. The LT shook it off and returned the favor with equal force. Vertigo grunted in approval. Good. They were awake.

The center was getting bolstered—Kwookrr Assault Regiment, heavy hitters. No Joke. The Houk squads paired up, prepping to wade into the thickest fights and hold them there. Vertigo had been field-promoted to Captain from LT. He shrugged. Same difference. Kick Mandalorian asses off-world, shoot the biggest guns, and drink when it's over. Simple.

The troops were fired up, voices rumbling deep like a bad bad night on bantha stew. Headbutts were going around like a battlefield greeting. Vertigo rolled his shoulders, clicked his thick neck, and locked his oversized blaster chaingun to his hip.

"Nothing special. Give them a Houk welcome." He gave the chaingun's barrels a slow spin, the metallic whir a promise of the carnage to come.

With that, the towering soldiers thundered forward, linking up with their Wookiee teams. No more words just low growls, grumbling agreements, headbutts, and seven-foot-plus armored titans ready to tear into the enemy.

Gear:

Spoiler

Armor: Aegis Class | XJ9 Hololink | Main Weapons: OS-GG2 Chaingun | LPD-17 Grenade Launcher | Backup Guns: CB1-Icebreaker | Rangers Shotgun | Melee: Force Pike Equipment: Rangers Multi Tool | Rangers Grapple | Detonite Explosives | Backup Ray Shields (Blaster/Thermal) | Bacta Patches + Medkits

Surrounding Background NPCs

Spoiler

75/75 Kwookrr Assault Regiment
25/25 91st Houk Fire Team including Biots

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Shadow Temple | OBJECTIVE: @Fight back | TAG (ALLIES) : Kei Amadis | Kuhbee | Vertigo
TAG (FOES) : Spayyghen
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~

Normally the Shadow Temple would be busy, bustling with the coming and going of Jedi, staff and the Wookiee tribe “Shyyyo's Heart”. Today was no different, but for entirely different reasons. There would be no teaching today, or for the foreseeable future. The Temple was a sanctuary for fleeing Wookiees and civilians. All would be given proper care, and food. Thanks to Master Matsu Ike and Sasori Inc, there was a safe way to bring supplies in and out. There was also sufficient security and stealth.

They were safe.

They could heal.

They will recover.

[I’m on my way.]

Caltin was on his comm-link, he was on it a lot these days. Right now it was with Jedi Shadow, and his son, Connel. Connel was determined to come and help fend off and drive away the Mandalorians. Caltin had other ideas.

[No, you have work to do.]

[You know I can help!]

[Yes, you can, but you are still my son and you are still safe. Your mother is safe as well, on Naboo. We have Jedi in place, we have a plan in place. Master Starborn is overseeing outreach and healing, Master Siasides is handling recon and intel. Master Amadis is overseeing the field. You have assignments, there is nothing you can do here. The Temple is safe, Karchirho is safe. We’re going to stay that way.]

[You call me…]

[... the second I need you. Until then, be safe.]

[You too…]

The portal provided by Master Ike was being worked hard, with supplies and more and more Jedi coming in. It was not the initial purpose, but it served the needs of the place right now. Those who were unable to assist were evacuated. Everyone else was here, hunkered down and safe, and Vanagor would make sure that it stayed that way, no matter the cost.

Tapping his comm-link twice to switch frequencies, as he was looking over the security Biots.

[Siasides. What do you see?]

Aric Siasides . Master Shadow was out with several others, running stealth operations, gaining intel and movements and trying to pass them on to Kei Amadis .

[“They’re about to engage the Madclaw Mandalorian.”]

“Madclaw” didn’t narrow it down, but Mandalorian did. He knew of one, Llafyks, Shyyyo’s Heart elder knew of this one. He went on to explain just how monstrous this cannibalistic Wookiee who had no right to call himself that, was. The message echoed through the Force, bringing hope and reassurance. The Temple, once a place of learning, had transformed into a beacon of refuge and resilience. Together, they would overcome the darkness and rebuild their lives, but they had to be willing to sacrifice something for it. The only thing Caltin was willing to sacrifice was himself.

Walking towards the vault, he went for his gear.

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent was with several other Mandalorians at a large staging point after the initial planetary defenders had been crushed on Kashyyyk. They were preparing to snuff out the last resistance on the planet that was holed up in the darker and harder-to-reach places of the world.

Neo-crusaders, basilisk war droids, tanks, shuttles, fighters, and any other major piece of hardware that was needed to assault a planet was en route. Field Marshalls and Rally Masters were sending orders to groups of Crusaders to prepare and get ready.

Brent had been re-assigned to a large contingent that was deploying to the Rrrykan Forest to crush the rebels there. These rebels had sent out a message, taunting the Crusaders, calling them out. This meant they had the numbers or a plan to defeat them, and Brent was ready to turn their plan on its head.

"Warnel!" A Field Marshall yelled, amplifying his voice to be heard over the mobilization.

Brent picked out the man and walked over to him, "Reporting, Alor."

"Congratulations Warnel," the man said and slapped a data pad into his chest, "Consider yourself field promoted. This," the Field Marshall said and pointed to a large gathering of tanks behind him, "Is now your responsibility. Get them to that forest, and engage the enemy. But remember, you're not the top dog vod. Listen to your commanders. Transports already arranged they're leaving now; you're on that captured AT-TE."

Brent nodded. Great, he thought. He wanted to just be let loose and kill, now he needed to change his mindset. He had men below him he needed to protect and give orders too. He took a deep breath, he would do this job, and well.

"It will be done, Alor."

He activated his jetpack and launched onto the hull of the AT-TE, dropping through the top hatch. He checked the datapad the Field Marshall had given him. Attached to him was now:

Spoiler

2 AT-TE
4AAT
100/100 Neo-Crusader Shock troops
10/10 Basilisk war droids

Ignore NPC's if you want to do a 1v1!

Brent felt the AT-TE shift as it was grabbed by a shuttle. His stomach fluttered as it was picked up and he saw out the view-port the staging area slowly disappear as the armor and men under his command flew towards the Forest.

Brent patched into the communications of his group, "ETA is 30 minutes. Check your gear, and make yourselves ready. It's dense out there so Basilisks support is going to be hit or miss. Get ready for a fight."

He shut off the communications and watched out the viewport, readying himself for the fight to come.

Armel ​

 

[Armel]

Rrrykan Forest, Kashyyk

Shuk'orok sat silently on the forest floor with Armel turned out, scanning the dense forest for any sign of the enemy. Who the enemy were? Armel had no idea, a transmission from out the blue goaded the Neo-Crusaders to venture into the jungle. Amongst the rank and file of the crusaders rumours of Jedi organizing the Wookie resistance spread like wildfire.

Jedi.

Armel had never faced one yet it was a foe he had heard about the most. Every tale they were told on Dxun spoke of this ancient enemy, of mystics who could move objects with their minds and wielded blades of energy. Out on Er'kit he'd only ever heard the ravings of old and mad slaves that the Jedi would come to liberate them. Of course it was the Mandalorians who came instead.

His comm unit fuzzed before a voice filled his helmet as command spoke.

<"Combat Lance Norac, the main force will rendezvous with you soon. Nartimir echoy'la te veeray.">

The voice brought him back to the battle at hand. He looked around to the small collection of Crusaders milling around. There were no Rallymasters here, all the experienced troops were already mustering to be redeployed, so was the nature of the Crusade. For being the first tank into Lower Kachiro Armel had been hastily handed off a command of another tank and sent to recon the source of the transmission. So far a day of forced march through the jungle had turned up nothing except a lesson on how vicious the local wildlife was. It was like he was back on Dxun.

"Alright, time to work. Driver, get us moving." he switched over comms to his element.

<"Ba'buir, we're advancing, keep us covered. Everyone else mount up, I ain't stopping if ya' get left behind.">

As the tank lurched forward Armel pressed his face against the gunner sights of the main turret. He would sweep the area alright. With his hands gripped on the turret controls he slew the turret to the left and pulled the trigger. A jet of rhypalm blasted out of the barrel and as the igniter activated the liquid turned into a stream of bright orange fire.

The base of a great wroshyr tree caught fire and the Zeltron turned the turret right setting more of the thick forest shrubbery on fire. The tank kept advancing and continued to burn the lush jungles of Kashyyyk, starting to spread a vicious wildfire and clearing sightlines for much more dangerous weapons in the Crusader arsenal.

Ba'buir advanced right behind Shuk'orok with a dozen Crusaders riding on the sides of the tank. He keyed the comms as he burned.

<"Norac advancing, if anyone is really out there we'll smoke 'em out.>"​

@Brent Warnel | Open to friends and foes​

Spoiler

Combat Lance Norac
[1/1] Incinerator AAT [x] callsign Shuk'orok
[1/1] G40 Series AAT [x] callsigns Ba'buir
[12/12] Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders

​

 

[Tigris]

:

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She had been there only a few days, too early to foresee the impending invasion, to late to leave. Not that Tigris would. With the activity that erupted around the temple, gathering civilians, organizing supplies and ensuring the security of the temple with the might of the Neo-Crusaders looming over the quickly gathering Resistance, there was no way she would abandon them.

In spite of the dire situation, there was order to the activity. The remarkable portal allowed for additional supplies and aid. Tigris had helped haul in the foodstuffs and other necessities to care for the refugees. Some of the most vulnerable left via that same portal. As willing as Tigris was to help in anyway she could, the former assassin felt her skillset could be best utilized in other ways. She was only a padawan, but she had been much more, in a lifetime past.

After setting down a crate of an unfamiliar fruit among the stores of food, the tattooed padawan paused and looked around. She was too new to the temple to recognize the staff, other than Master Vanagor. She would seek him out first, and if unable to locate him, she would find another, or, as usual, find her own way.

Tag Caltin Vanagor and others near the Shadow Temple.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Kashyyyk
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Spayyghen


"It's raining Mandos," Standing in front of Jairdain old house, Jax looked up seeing Mandalorian ships fill the normally sunny sky. Legions of Mandalorians disembarked and began to slaughter the Wookie population. The forest was set ablaze by Mandalorian flamethrowers and explosives and the pained screams and death echoed throughout Jax's mind through the Force. Though Jax and the Silver Jedi Council rallied a defense force to hold back the Mandalorians, the truth was it was only a matter of time before they broke through and take over the city. Though the feeling that Jedi already lost still lingered in Jax mind, that didn't discourage him to fight. The Jedi always had good relations with the Wookies to the point where they were honor bound to defend them whenever they were in trouble.

"This was my home," Jax muttered. "I was raised here......"

For the first 10 years of his life, Jax was raised on Kashyyk, learning the ways of the Jedi and befriending the Wookies learning their customs and traditions. They were a proud and fierce race who while had the strength of 10 Waapas were some of the most loyal people he ever met. Now the Mandalorians were launching an invading force killing everything that moves in the name of "honor and glory."

"There's no honor in this," Jax muttered unclipping his Lightsaber jumping off the ledge and falling towards the forest. As he fell, he saw a squad of Mandalorians breaking through the defense of Wookies and Houks. With his Prosthetic Arm cocked near his face, Jax summoned the Force and slammed his fist on the ground in a Force created wave which violently dispersed the Mandalorian squad sending them flying in all different directions.

"Hold the line!" Jax yelled at the defenders while batting the incoming blaster bolts with his Lightsaber. "No matter what, the Mandalorians MUST NOT BREAK THROUGH!"

The Silvers may lose the battle, but the Mandalorians will have to fight like hell to win Kashykk.

 

[Saverok]

Location: Space.
Allies: Armel Brent Warnel Spayyghen
Enemies: TBD....

The past...

Neo-Crusaders.

How long had it been? 60 years? I've lost count.

A large gloved hand motioned to pilot controls and took a grip over the instruments. The interior of the vessel was dated. Well beyond dated. It could of been mistaken for scrap and yet it still flew and still help together along with its captain. A man or bring clad in beskar'gam that stood the test of time. Faded in color, chipped, burnt with carbon scoring and stained with celestials knew what. The large man tilted his head directed his other hand to tune into the transmission sent to the Mandalorians on Kashyyyk.

"Come if you dare. Don't hide behind your ships or words. You are not hut'uun."

Oh. How exciting...

A chill was sent down the mans spine and caused him to shiver with anticipation. Eager longing to engage and see for himself what exactly would occur planet side. " Computer. Set course for Kachiro." His voice barked and within seconds the ships AI was already on the task at hand. Sparring the old warrior the time to prepare himself for not combat, not war but what he knew and called a pleasure.

Heavy armored boots sounded against the duranium floors with a echoing thud. The sound traversed the distance between him and a door the slid open with a hissss via sensor activation. Inside a arrangement of weapons lay on tables and hung on walls. " Heheh. Time to have some fun."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Shadow Temple | OBJECTIVE: @Fight back | TAG (ALLIES) : Kei Amadis | Kuhbee | Vertigo | Tigris | Jax Thio
TAG (FOES) : Spayyghen | Brent Warnel | Armel | Saverok

[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~

The trip was fairly long, and infuriating.

He could see the smoke, the escaping wildlife.

Drop me off here. I’ll walk the rest of the way.

“Master Vanagor. I can take you all the way in.” The driver, a Knight, retorted. He wanted to fight, and Caltin knew this, but it was not his fight. He was needed elsewhere and the massive Jedi Master knew it.

Protecting the Temple, and the refugees is more important. You have all the skills that could be used out there but your life is more important. I am not giving you “busy work,” trust me, my friend.

As the transport slowed {but did not stop] Caltin jumped out and kept walking. He stopped to check each of those who were escaping, especially the injured wildlife. Calling in for transport and help for them, he continued to make his way to the fight. This sickened him. It was bad enough that these glorified thugs lived a life of constant fighting, they didn’t care about anything. They were Sith without the Dark Side of the Force.

It was when he came across an injured Shyyyo bird, practically a baby, the injuries were terminal and he was gasping for air, he was done.

Rest well, little one. The last thing he wanted to do was exactly what the big man had to do. Being there so that that young one was not alone, but putting him out of his misery, Caltin turned to the fightHe steeled himself, knowing that the fight ahead demanded his full attention. The fate of many others depended on his resolve. With a heavy heart, Caltin moved forward, determined to honor the fallen creature by ending the violence that had claimed its life. Tapping his comm-link.

[Siasides. What do you see?]

Aric Siasides . Master Shadow was out with several others, still running stealth operations, gaining intel and movements and trying to pass them on to Kei Amadis .

[“Moving to higher ground for a better view. I can fight.”]

[No, keep to the shadows. No pun intended. You’re our advantage.]

Then he saw a platoon of Mandalorians attempting to set fire to a Wroshyr tree. Walking out into plain sight, Caltin summoned the Force, and all of the electrical energy around and inside him that he could muster. Soon, tendrils and currents of natural phenomenon were enveloping him until moments later the big man reached out, and down came an enormous crack of lightning, right in the middle of the schuttas who thought themselves “warriors” sending several either to the ground in a heap or flying. He knew true warriors, and these were nothing more than fanatics.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Rrrykan Forest, Mid-Forest Levels, Central Backline. Resistance Command.
Allies: Caltin Vanagor | Kuhbee | Tigris | Jax Thio
Enemies: Spayyghen | Brent Warnel | Armel | Saverok
Direct Targets: Open
Jungle Skirmishing Sounds:

@All
All but five rocket artillery remained silent. No armor used either—just skirmishers, hitting fast and vanishing just as quickly. Probing, testing. The enemy was being goaded forward, lured deeper by comms chatter, taunts from veteran officers, Wookiee fighters, and ex-special forces who knew the terrain better than their own scars. Every step forward cost the Mandalorians something, usually time wasted, but their resistance's own skirmishing numbers had begun to take losses.

Caltin Vanagor
Messengers and any reinforcements were diverted to approach from the left flank, keeping the right and its hidden assets secure. The Shadow Temple relayed updates—Jedi Shadows tracking troop movements, estimating force composition. Intel was never perfect, but very welcome. Wildfire spread fast, but word of a Jedi Master's firm response spread faster.

Armel
Wildfire was dangerous, unpredictable—but would meet its opposite. In all his years defending Kashyyyk, it had never been used. He had three options and took the first: conserve artillery, don't fan the flames—deny them fuel instead. Skirmishers deployed timed cryoban grenades at key locations to slow the spread, while controlled charges brought down smaller trees and dense brush entirely, severing them from the towering Wroshyr. The fires wouldn't spread unchecked. The Mandalorians might burn fuel and time, reigniting blazes over and over, fighting against frozen bark. Annoying? No. Infuriating.

Jax Thio
Kei couldn't see every fighter who came, but word spread of a lone Jedi rallying the center lines. "Sir, Jedi are reinforcing us." Kei hadn't asked for them, not even from his own order, he didn't want to speak for anyone. He was here because Kashyyyk was his home. But they came anyway, standing where they didn't have to for their own reasons. "Rally behind them where you can." A grin braced across his face before duty pulled him back to his holodisplays.

Brent Warnel
"Walkers spotted by the Shadows General. Mechanical detachment." Came the call among the static. Kei scratched at his stubble. "Good target for the rocket batteries." He flipped a switch. "Captain, I believe that's your first target of the day."

Five MLRS rocket artillery pieces fired, revealing only a fraction of their positions on the left flank. 250 rockets screamed through the canopy. At least half or more would be lost to the distance, the trees, the chaos—but half was enough. Ion and cryoban warheads detonated in bursts of crackling blue-white energy, freezing, surging, shutting down. The artillery had been silent for a reason. Now, its purpose was clear. No reckless bombardment, no mindless destruction. Just precision where it counted; someone had started clearing out trees after all, he'd been waiting for a window.

A forest burning was a deathtrap to the surrounding area. A limited frozen battlefield? That, he could work with.

Actions:

• Artillery and Armor remains mostly silent; skirmishers harass and lure Mandalorians forward.
• Messengers redirected to left flank to avoid revealing hidden assets.
• Cryoban grenades deployed at key points to slow fire spread.
• Controlled charges bring down small trees and brush to protect Wroshyr.
• Rocket artillery (five batteries) targets Brent's mechanized Mandalorian forces with ion and cryoban warheads.
• Right flank still camouflages most of its numbers. Rear still mined. Positions still being reinforced by Wildcard Nikto.

Unofficial SJC Kashyyyk Resistance Forces:

Spoiler

Right Flank
987/1000 Older Wildcards (Camouflaging numbers)
100/100 Type 75 Speeders (Camouflaging signatures)

Center:
247/250 Houk Heavy Fire Teams (Holding high ground)
989/1000 Rallied Wookiee Allies (Feigning Fall Back)
25/25 Type 86 Howizter (Backline, Large Shield Generator)

Left Flank
498/500 Unofficial Silver Jedi Regulars (Holding)
50/50 Type 70 Tanks (Holding)
25/25 Type 71 MLRS Artillery setup (Backline)

Support Backline
250/250 SB1's Drones (Backline)
50/50 FFMSS 1a Medical Systems (Backline)

75/75 Elites (Reserve)
25/25 Hayk's Silverclaws, a Crack Wookiee Unit.
50/50 Taiden's Echani Honorguard to pair off with Taiden.(Possible addition)

 

[Brent Warnel]

The shuttles, Basilisks, and other personnel continued towards the fires spreading ahead of them. Brent checked the comm and radar, noticing several friendly signatures before him. It was the advanced recon groups probing the enemy defenders.

Brent also noticed the large array of enemy troops and armor gathering. His unit, designated task force A'den, was but a small portion of the ground assault forces heading this way. A'den needed to coordinate with all the other Crusader units if they wanted to break through the enemy armor.

The shuttle started to descend, and not too long after, he could feel the shock of the AT-TE's legs hitting the ground. The shuttle de-clamped and ascended into the air, its engines screaming to avoid whatever AA fire might come from the forest. The Crusaders on foot spread out in a large area in front of him, not wanting to bunch up.

"Push forward," Brent told the driver, "Link up with the recon units in front of us."

"Gunners, do you have any targets?"

"Vague targets on the scanners, they're far out."

"Copy. Engage when in range. Laze and prioritize targets for the Basilisks."

"Solid copy."

"Shuk'orok, this is A'den. I have a small detachment en route; we're setting up on the left flank. What's the sitrep at your location?"

As Brent waited for Shuk'orok's response, the AT-TE shuddered, and the gunners opened up on the enemies in the distance. He watched large bolts of plasma race across the darkened forest to impact distant tanks and infantry. Fire and explosions lit up the forest before him as his armored column began to trudge forward.

Not long after the initial engagement, the enemy's units were revealed as they fired back at Brent's column.

"Incoming!" One of the crew members yelled as the scanners picked up dozens of incoming missiles.

"Brace!" was all Brent could get out as he grabbed onto the cockpit ceiling of the AT-TE.

The missiles impacted all around them. Cryoban and ion warheads detonated on the vehicles and amid the ground troops, and armor froze over or shorted out as it was struck. Crystalline ice structures dotted the area as a frozen landscape was revealed after the bombardment. The Basilisk's were spared any damage as they were at stand-off distance waiting for gun runs.

Brent's AT-TE had been struck by multiple ion missiles and was shut down. The cryoban missiles had hit the ground around him, and the ice had begun to climb up the legs of his vehicle. The pilots attempted to spool it back up, but it would take time.

Only 1 AAT was left functioning as the cryoban and ion missiles had damaged the others. The second AT-TE stood frozen off to Brent's flank, struck by multiple missiles, trapping the crew inside. The troops on the ground had fared a little better, their armor protecting them from the frigid temperatures, but the explosions had still killed several.

"A'den to Basilisk squadron Aaray, did you get the location of that rocket battery?"

"Affirmative. Retribution incoming," the pilot said.

"Copy. Send those coordinates to the fleet. See if we can't get some close-orbit firepower and level this portion of the forest. Do your run and then get back to stand-off distance," Brent told the pilot. He heard the whine of Basilik engines and the distant thunder of impacts from the ships. Brent hoped those droids had shut the artillery up for the moment.

"Keep trying to get this running; I'm pushing forward with the remaining troops," Brent said to the driver.

The hatch on the roof of the AT-TE opened, and Brent climbed out. His jetpack ignited, and he launched over to the AAT, which was still functioning. Brent landed nearby, his boots crunching on the now frozen ground, as several vod were trying to give their injured comrades assistance.

"Get a squad together and get these injured men to a safe LZ," Brent told one of the Crusaders. "Evac them and then get back to us."

Brent jumped onto the AAT and landed inside the cramped interior, "All squads push forward. Get into the trees, get some cover from the artillery fire, pop smoke if you have it."

The AAT sped forward, and the gunner sent several smoke shells into the forest before them, giving them what concealment they could.

Spoiler

0/2AT-TE
1/4AAT
64/100 Neo-Crusader Shock Troops
10/10 Basilisk War Droids

ALLIES: Armel Spayyghen Saverok
ENEMIES: Kei Amadis Kuhbee Vertigo Tigris Caltin Vanagor Jax Thio

 

[Saverok]

The present..

Through the smoke and fire, he walked.

A titan in beskar, embodying the ancient traditions, the true ways. His armor, as old as the wars that forged it, bore the scars of years of conflict. Taller than a Wookiee, broader than a Houk. He moved with the arrogance of one who had survived countless battles. Armed to the teeth with a large rifle slung across his body and various other weapons no doubt installed into his beskar'gam. And yet he brandishing none of the above thus far.

Then he saw it. Him. Caltin Vanagor

A large Jedi. Bathed in light, enveloped in power. Electricity crackled from his body, snapping at the air like wild beasts. The ground hissed and cracked beneath his feet as golden tendrils of raw, unfiltered energy arced from his outstretched hands. And in front of him lay a pile of smoking bodies—Mandalorian warriors, reduced to charred remnants, their beskar still warm from the surge of unnatural judgment.

Saverok stopped.

His hands clenched into fists. He could smell the scorched flesh, the death, the burned plastoid of ruined undersuits. And then, he laughed. A deep, venomous, gravelly sound—lacking humor, but brimming with contempt. "Are you kidding me, you Force-addicted chakaar? This is the best you could muster?"

His voice boomed, metallic and raw beneath his ancient helmet.

"You call this a challenge? You stand there, throwing sparks, burning innocents, and act like you've accomplished something?" His steps quickened.

"You self-righteous, blue-blooded, Force-fed shabuir— you wasted all that power on them?"

His gauntleted hand gestured dismissively toward the still-smoking Mandalorians as if they were nothing but ashes in the wind. "Tell me, Jetii, do you even know what a real fight is?


[OOC: mobile post]

 

[XaraXunia]

Kashyyyk Liberation Mission
Location: Rrrykan Forest, Mid-Forest Levels, Right Flank. Resistance Command.
Battle Location: Right Flank with Kashyyyk WIldcard Batallion

Squadron: 12 AT-SX Walkers | 12 AT-SX Insectoid Pilots | 100 Elite Insectoids | 200 Tan Grunt Insectoids | 12 Space Slugs (In Atmospere)​

The safest way for space slugs to travel was via HyperGates. And so, when the 10 foot tall Xaraxunia wanted to take a vacation to Nar Shaddaa, naturally the best way would be to arrive via the nearest HyperGate, HyperGate Sarka.

When the insectoid Hivemind got there, much to his dismay, Xar found out that HyperGate Sarka was regrettably infested with a bunch of smoothskin Mandalorians.

So, Xaraxunia took a vacation to Kashyyyk instead. Little did he know, Xaraxunia would get more hunting than he bargained for!!!

These particular humans, the Mandalorians, irritated Xaraxunia, and they had to die. The stupid humans wore helmets and armor, so that Xaraxunia had to work harder to kill them. They made a lot of noise, and they liked to destroy things. Sometimes, they came to Koboth just to practice with their weapons on Xaraxunia's tribe. They were obsessed with fire, and with things that exploded and sparked. They fetishized slugthrowers. They even put slugthrowers on the sides of their human killing machines.

Even as a conqueror, Xaraxunia was impressed with the Mandalorians' dedication to killing and destroying living things. In the distance, red and orange flames began to lick the canopy of trees. The Mandalorians were setting indiscriminate fires, trying to trap in the defenders.

The Mandalorians would have to be conquered themselves.

Xaraxunia did not feel this feeling called "empathy" or "caring" often, but when he heard about the plight of the Wookies and their constant harassment at the hands of both the Mandalorians and also the Sith, he arrived quickly. No, he didn't intercept any comms. Xar did not even receive an encrypted message from the Jedi. He just showed up. He showed up, ready to hunt the Mandalorians.

The Mandalorians thought that they were the apex predators. But the predator was about to become the prey.

On the right flank, twelve AT-SX Scorpion Walkers joined the fray. They were fearsome, six-legged assault walkers with a "hexapropulsion system". The red glow of the beam cannon and small plasteel visor on the "face" of the walker made it look like it was sneering. Xaraxunia brought a small contingent of about 300 insectoid troops, armed with slugthrowers that they seized from fallen Mandalorians and from blatant theft.

[ Szzzzorry I'm late ] , Xaraxunia said through the allied comms to the "WIldcards" batallion. The insectoids took a position at the back of the right flank. As soon as the Mandalorians attacked the grizzled troopers, Xaraxunia and the Scorpion Walkers would clack in to destroy them. "Tell me where I'm needed moszzt, Jedi. Thiszzz placzzze lookzzz good to me."

The scorpion walkers aimed their mortar tails into the sky, awaiting firing orders, but not yet firing until given the orders. When the command was given, they would pelt the Mandalorian forces with plasma mortar rounds and, if they were within range, their beam cannons too. For now, the Scorpion Walkers stood at attention.

The ambush intensifies.

Spoiler: Xaraxunia's Squad

200 Elite Guards
100 Tan Kobok Grunts
12 Scorpion Walkers
12 Scorpion Walker Pilot Elites
12 Space Slug Dropships [In Atmosphere]

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Shadow Temple | OBJECTIVE: @Fight back | TAG (ALLIES) : Kei Amadis | Kuhbee | Vertigo | Tigris | Jax Thio | XaraXunia
TAG (FOES) : Spayyghen | Brent Warnel | Armel | Saverok

[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~

He was not trying to kill them, but drive them back. The blast of lightning was stronger than he estimated.

Oh well.

They brought this on themselves, trying to destroy the natural flora and fauna of such a naturally dangerous but beautiful planet. Yes, “War is Mustafar” and things happen, but what was the point of what they were doing? Nothing more than terrorism at its basest level. Summoning his abilities to alter the environment and increase the levels of hydrogen and oxygen into wind and rain, the big man was going to put this fire out and attempt to save this millenia old tree.

Then came the other.

Another, clad in armor that looked to be older than he was understandably angry, after all, his brethren were just killed, if mistakenly. Wait. What? He was not angry for them, but about them? Really? A lecture? This Schutta had the gaul to lecture him about being “self righteous”? Addicted to the Force? What? Did he have his helmet on too tight?

You’re SERIOUS?

Vanagor was not in the mood to indulge fools, and this man, if he wants to call himself that, was one.

You want to give me a lecture on being “self-righteous”? You? No doubt aligned with these other terrorists who give Mandalorians a bad name?

Fully aware that this was a stalling tactic, after all, he had seen it before, Caltin decided to indulge, and even showed his tribal Shyyyo's Heart tribe brand. A brand given to him by tribal elders long ago giving him “family” status. Energy still crackling over his body, but at a decreased rate.

I’m not talking about those who are aligned with the Galactic Alliance either. You are not “Children of the Watch”, you are not “Death watch”... you even give the “Dar’Manda” a bad name. You have about as much credibility as the brethren you so willingly dismiss.

Hands on his hips and waving dismissively at the naysayer, he moved as if about to show the Mandalorian the disrespect of his back. Go back to your Masters and tell them what happened here so they can prepare. They won’t be ready still, but they can still prepare.

This was another tactic of his, a mental move to try and get into the foe’s head. Maybe it would work? Maybe it won’t but there were no untruths coming out of his mouth. I wasted nothing on anyone. You destroy my home. I defend it.

Then came the final insult, answering his question about a “real fight”. Yes, it’s been awhile. I clearly won’t come across one today.

 

[Armel]

Rrrykan Forest, Kashyyk

The Incinerator tank continued rumbling forward with more rhypalm spitting from its barrel. His comm unit activated and the panicked voices of other recon teams filled his ear. Armel stopped burning and began scanning the forest with his turret. Still nothing. Then a message directed to Shuk'orok came through.

"Shuk'orok, this is A'den. I have a small detachment en route; we're setting up on the left flank. What's the sitrep at your location?"

"Driver stop." he said before turning out of the hatch with a pair of macrobinoculars. He looked through them and tried to pierce the thick jungle but still nothing, he felt like he was being drawn in. His right hand lifted to the side of his helmet and activated his commlink.

<"A'den this is Shuk'orok. Nothing on our scopes but other recon squads are being engaged.">

The muffled sound of Task Force A'den engaging the enemy filled the air. So they'd advanced to contact. Lucky.

Then another sound, at first a whoosh in the distance. Then the unmistakable whistle of an incoming rocket. Before he could get on the comms to warn A'den the rockets had impacted and shook the trees around Armel. The net was flooded with dozens of voices, the chaos of battle had begun. Before Armel could turn his own tank to assist A'den the path ahead of them began to erupt with cryoban grenades. The voice of Ba'buir's commander came next.

<"Enemy footmobiles spotted, they got cryobans."> he said as the AAT floated past Armel's own before letting off a volley of blasterfire at the elusive skirmishers.

So it'd be like this. Armel grimaced under his helmet as a few wild plasma mortars began to pepper the forest around them. He turned to the Crusaders riding on the side of the hull.

"Get off and get working, if it ain't got a T-visor cook it." he quickly turned back in and his eyes now looking through the gunner sights.

The Crybans would make life hard but as with any measure they were only temporary, the forest was made of fuel and rhypalm burned at very high temperatures. The work would continue.

The tank shuddered as it lurched forward coming alongside Ba'buit it spat fire and blaster fire into the forest in a slow advance. Armel keyed his commlink once more, he couldn't spearhead an attack himself, he needed orders or at the least knowledge he wasn't the only combat capable unit left.

<"A'den this is Shuk'orok. Anyone still alive? What's our play here?">​

Focus: Brent Warnel | Tags: Kei Amadis Saverok XaraXunia Kuhbee Tigris
Spayyghen Caltin Vanagor @Anyone else I forgot​

Spoiler

Combat Lance Norac
[1/1] Incinerator AAT [x] callsign Shuk'orok
[1/1] G40 Series AAT [x] callsigns Ba'buir
[12/12] Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders

​

 

[Saverok]

The Jedi spoke and spoke. Saverok's massive form stood unmoving, the ancient beskar plating across his broad frame dull in the firelight. His helmet cocked slightly as he regarded the Jedi with an expression that was-if one could see beneath the T-shaped visor-somewhere between amusement and confusion.

His eyes flicked to the mark the Jedi so proudly displayed—the tribal brand of some Wookiee clan. Shyyyo's Heart? The name meant nothing to him. He had seen so many like it over the millennia. Tribes, clans, legions—so much history, so much meaning, all gone when the war machines rolled over them.

This one thought himself different.

Saverok snorted.

"And who the kriff are you supposed to be?" His voice came slow and deep, laced with raw contempt. "You think I give a damn about your little treehouse tattoo? Seen a thousand like it, all swearing they were 'family'-'til they got wiped off the map."

The Jedi kept talking. Disrespect. Dismissal. Projection. Saverok had heard it all before.

"And you're an idiot." He waved a massive, armored hand at the charred Mandalorian corpses between them. "You're so busy jerking yourself off about how righteous you are, you didn't even notice the difference, did you?"

His helmet tilted, his voice dropping to a mocking tone.

"Take a good look at me, Jetii. Do I look like them?"

The Neo-Crusaders, in their standardized azure armor, their militant formations. Saverok, standing apart—armor older than the Republic itself, a design unseen in centuries, bearing no insignia, no war banners.

Yet, this fool thought him the same.

Saverok sighed.

"Your senses must be dull. Pity. Even now, you're being surrounded. Can't you feel it?!" He bluffed.

Smooth words, rehearsed, final. His stance did not budge, neither did his shoulders.

Then, in an instant, his voice was a roar.

"NOW!"

The jungle did not stir. No attack. No ambush. No hidden warriors.

Nothing.

Saverok blew air through his nose.
"Heh. Guess we should actually fight now."

But he didn't move for the rifle slung over his back. He didn't go for any weapon whatsoever.

Instead—

A shockwave.

A sudden, raw pulse of unseen energy burst forth from him: invisible, yet impossible not to know. A crushing force: projected outward like the release of a cannon shot, like the manifestation of the Force! But it wasn't birthed of the force at all! What was it?!

It poised to strike like a durasteel wall.

The earth cracked beneath him, dirt and debris kicking up from the raw pressure, and anything that was not nailed down would be blown back or else staggered out, sent tumbling like leaves in a hurricane. It was only after the energy released that Saverok extended a forearm vambrace and took aim with a rotating flechette launcher.

Caltin Vanagor