Public &nbsp; Crusaders, come if you dare and die, or hide like Hut&#039;uun. Kashyyyk Resistance vs Neo-Crusaders

Jax Thio
Enemies:

Saverok
Direct Targets: Open
Artillery and Battle Sounds:

@All
Skirmishing continued, whittling both sides down as the Mandalorians pressed toward the front lines undettered. Jedi rallying the center. Flame met cryoban in a brutal back-and-forth, clearing space for firing lanes, punctuated now by ranged bombardment raining from both sides. Resistance forces endured limited orbital and long-range bombardment—dense cover made targeting difficult, forcing spotters to eyeball their positions. Spreading thiner, the defenders lost concentrated firepower but gained resilience from longer-ranged attacks. Master Vanagor's unchallenged Jedi Shadows fed intel where needed. Now armor clashed with armor. The left resistance flank took the worst of it. While the right was bolstered with fresh insectoid defenders.

Brent Warnel – Left Flank
"Incoming orbital and..."
Orange glows illuminated across the forest, the left flank glowing bright, screams on comms cut short.

Soft-armored artillery pieces, not meant for the front lines, cracked apart under the bombardment. Ammunition caches detonated, plumes of black smoke billowing into the sky. The resistance had scattered to reduce casualties, but artillery had natural counters, air, orbit, and counter batteries. And the Resistance had no fleet, no ships to harrass, suppress, or counterstrike. Not without a larger official fleet support.

Brent's decisive action had suppressed much of the resistance artillery. Commanders repositioned what they had left, shifting further along the flank. Tanks engaged—spaced out, waiting. Troops and tanks inside the trees, barrels tracking targets. Shots cracked through the bush, slamming into enemy armor. High ground, low ground, and shadowland trenches. Kashyyyk was hell to fight or advance in.

Regular SJC infantry moved in combined arms, shielding the tanks as best they could. No insignias. Forest-colored gear. Doing what they could to slow the advance. Some dug in along platforms high or midlevel, others braved the shadowland trenches, squads peeking from the roots of Kashyyyk's giant trees.

Resistance forces here were heavily engaged and somewhat outgunned.

XaraXunia – Right Flank
Resistance Commander Fren Knex, a giant Houk, rumbled over the comms.

"Stuck waiting for command to make those flame tanks a bad memory." Fire wasn't just bad for the Resistance infantry—it was bad for the insectoid forces. Organics didn't mix well with flames.

"Push around to the far right. Catch them in a flanking move, drive them into the center and we'll sweep around behind?" For a Houk, he was no fool, obvious why he was leading the men.

The Wildcards were already preparing to spring the ruse. If XaraXunia pushed now, they'd have an entire assault force swinging around. More importantly, it kept their allies forces out of the fire's path. Speaking of which:

Armel – Right Flank
"Do you know what we're asking of you, Lieutenant?"
"We'll make them remember our names, General."
"Force-speed."

Kei wasn't a genius. Just a Jedi with too many battle scars. As the Mandalorians slowed their advance, burning the trees in measured time. It gave resistance artillery time to line up their shots and respond.

Mass driver shots ripped downward from sporadic heights, howling like a vengeful Wookiee death rattle. The ECMs made them harder to spot—until someone started eyeballing them. They would, in time.

High explosive rounds. Ion bursts. Cryoban detonations. Orange, white and blue. ten positions repeating in waves.

The moment the artillery fired, the fleet above would take notice. Kei knew it, that he was sending good men to die. Ten howitzers barked from the center, firing until their guns were silenced or they had to reload. He couldn't send infantry against the flames, nor the insectoids, it would be a slaughter.

Amadis had to force an opening before springing the right flank's trap. But now, Armel and the Crusaders faced something worse, the insectoid landing force of

XaraXunia and not a moment too soon! In Contrast to the left flank, the right was about to get very interesting!

@Background – Resistance Command
The battle wasn't just in the comms anymore. Explosions rattled the command center. Orange glow illuminated the horizon.

"How close are we to full evacuation?" Amadis paced.
"When you say full—" His staff officer hesitated.
"Nobody gets left to the Crusaders." The general's voice was rigid as stone.
"Six hours. Maybe seven."

Amadis exhaled slow.
Force be with them all.

Actions:

Resistance Insectoid Forces land on Right Flank.
Right Flank holds position.
Central artillery engages Right Flank enemy flame tanks.
Left Flank heavily engaged using cover where possible.
Left Flank artillery spreads out further left to preserve forces from counterfire.
Previous Orders: Right Flank still camouflages most of its numbers. Rear still mined.

Unofficial SJC Kashyyyk Resistance Forces:

Right Flank
957/1000 Older Wildcards (Camouflaging numbers)
97/100 Type 75 Speeders (Camouflaging signatures)

Center:
238/250 Houk Heavy Fire Teams (Holding high ground)
972/1000 Rallied Wookiee Allies (Holding)
25/25 Type 86 Howizter (Backline, Large Shield Generator)

Left Flank
411/500 Unofficial Silver Jedi Regulars (Engaging)
44/50 Type 70 Tanks (Engaging)
15/25 Type 71 MLRS Artillery setup (Backline - Spreading Out)

Support Backline
248/250 SB1's Drones (Backline)
49/50 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 · Friday at 9:18 PM

The distant explosions lit up the sky so brightly even Brent could see it through the smoke. Secondary explosions rippled through the trees, clear signs of effective fire. It was also a clear sign to Brent that the enemy had hidden artillery in the rear ranks. It was a smart move. They must have pre-sighted the LZs where the Mandalorians would have to land. Brent's ruined armor column was clear evidence of that.

"Good hit Aaray," Brent comm'd to the Basilisk pilots, "Keep it up and relay to orbital to REPEAT. Burn that damn forest to the ground. If you see something Aaray, hit it. I'll keep you updated on our progress."

"Good copy, A'den."

In front of him, his men and the remaining AAT continued forward into the forest. The enemy was thick here; multiple armored vehicles and infantry platoons advanced against them. He would need reinforcements if they were going to break through the flank. Brent brought up his comm to put forward that request when he heard Shuk'orok crackling through his comm.

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

"Shuk'orok this A'den. Armor got hit hard, and so did the infantry, but we're still pressing forward. Orbital strikes and Basilisk gun runs are ongoing; they're gonna level the whole damn forest. Be advised the enemy has pre-sighted zones for rocket and artillery barrages. They have cryoban and ion weaponry, and kriff knows what else."

Brent eyed the foliage in front of his AAT through the commander's optic as he continued to relay information to Shuk'orok.

"I have multiple heavy pieces of enemy armor and several infantry platoons advancing on our forces. We need more men; I'm sending the request back to the Field Marshals. Oya Shuk'orok, pirunir sur'haaise."

"Halt here," Brent said to the driver before addressing the troops outside the tank. "I want infantry to spread out and dig in. Anti-tank guns spread across the line, don't bunch up. If you have targets, laze for the Basilisks or orbital strikes. Air cover will keep them at bay until the main detachment links up with us."

Brent switched back to the main battlenet.

"This is task force A'den to Field Marshall Choruk."

Static pierced through his comm, followed by crackling, followed finally by a gruff voice, "Go ahead A'den."

"Choruk, I'm estimating a battalion's worth of enemy infantry, armor, artillery, and other elements dug in on our coordinates. I need more armor and infantry on Task Force A'den's location and Shuk'orok. The LZs are hot and pre-sighted with artillery. You'll need to drop the troops further back. How copy?"

"Good copy A'den. QRF is en route. We're still spinning up the majority of units, but it's gonna take some time. You need to think like a Crusader vod, level that kriffing forest and burn them to the ground."

"Already on it Choruk, A'den out."

Brent turned to his gunner, "Pump some kriffing HE into that forest and get me some breathing room."

0/2 AT-TE
1/4 AAT
57/100 Neo-Crusader Shock Troops
10/10 Basilisk War Droids

ALLIES:

Armel

Kuul Krefiss
ENEMIES:

XaraXunia · Saturday at 12:32 AM

Armel

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

Commander Knex said:
"Stuck waiting for command to make those flame tanks a bad memory."

Zzzstuck?! Waiting?! Blegh. The enemy izz here! The insectoid shook his head inside of the walker. He came here to conquer, not to wait! Xaraxunia wanted to duel with one of the Mandalorians in the armor. Teach them a lesson. Show them who was the superior warrior. But, the Mandalorians came with iron steeds of their own. They were evenly matched.

Xaraxunia suspected that, when both of their iron steeds finally broke down and failed, that he would have to bring his halberd Aminozurzt into battle against the Steel Warriors. That fight would truly test their strength!

We can burrow under the earthzzz. 'Drill mode'. Flip the tankzz. Their firezz will be upon them, inzzzstead of on us! Zhezhezhezhe! Xaraxunia clacked his four jaws together, laughing.

Commander Knex said:
"Push around to the far right. Catch them in a flanking move, drive them into the center and we'll sweep around behind?"

"Yezzz, Commander Knexxzzz."

[ AT-SX - DRILL MODE ENGAGED ]

A smaller contingent of six Scorpion Walkers skittle a good distance away from their allies, where they wouldn't do any damage to the structure, and they leapt quickly into the ground. Their arms and legs retract inside of themselves as they dive down and then disappear. Dirt clumps upwards, and you hear a noise like an electrical drill underneath the ground.

Inside of the cockpit of the Scorpion Walker, Xaraxunia is bathed in blue and white light. Dirt caves up and over the machine. The Scorpion Walker is digging underneath the forest - albeit carefully, so as not to damage the roots of the ancient trees. Xaraxunia examines a holographic map of the battlefield, where the tanks are slowly blipping along a radar screen. Xaraxunia maneuvers the map, sets a track on the navigation unit, and sets drill mode to deactivate just as the Scorpion Walkers unburrow.

Xaraxunia and the six Scorpion Walkers burrow underneath the tanks of

Armel 's squadron.

[ AT-SX - DRILL MODE DIS-ENGAGED ]

Then, with a burst of speed sent to the repulsorlift technology, the Scorpion Walkers explode up and out of the ground, trying to overturn the tanks. The Scorpion Walkers almost hover for a moment in the sky: then, the Scorpion Walkers would bring their metal legs down, trying to stomp on some of the Mandalorian troops and knock them out.

As the confrontation began, the Scorpion Walkers would be advancing towards the Mandalorians with their drills, trying to swipe at them and ambush them towards the center of the battlefield. The Mandalorians would be able to see that, inside of the visor of the AT-SX, very large insectoids of various colors were seated, with four jaws snarling at them. Considering that the Scorpion Walkers' "faces" were also starting to glow as they charge their red laser cannons, the effect was terrifying. The insectoids were waiting for the armament levels to recharge, so that they could pelt the invaders with slug rounds from the slugthrower turrets.

Xaraxunia, knowing the reputation of the Mandalorians on the battlefield, would give them no quarter.

Xaraxunia saw

Armel through the visor of the Scorpion Walker. He snarled, and then smirked, watching the armament levels rise on the interface.

6x AT-SC Scorpion Walkers
5x Elite Kobok Warriors
Xaraxunia

200 Elite Guards
100 Tan Kobok Grunts
12 Scorpion Walkers (6 on Far Flank)
12 Scorpion Walker Pilot Elites (5 on Far Flank)
12 Space Slug Dropships [In Atmosphere]

Saverok · Saturday at 3:48 PM

Caltin Vanagor said:
Then it came. The shockwave. Farseeing was a wondrous skill that enabled many different aspects of a Jedi’s life. This time, he was able to see it coming and react in time. The fact that he was rebuilt down at the cellular level some time ago (and the Force acting on his behalf now) notwithstanding. The big man pushed the Force out through his hands in a concentrated move. A simple “push” really that was focused almost “cut” through the middle of the shockwave.

The Mandalorian’s attack did not entirely fail. As debris, and bodies flew by him, he was pushed back several feet. However his own “counterattack” split the shockwave and all he did was slide. It was a great move on the Mandalorian’s part, and a majority of other Jedi would have been knocked back hard by it, however this is where Caltin’s previous outlook and attitude as a Jedi works wonders for him. He has literally “seen it all, done it all”.

Another eyebrow.

You tried so hard there. Nice try, though. I’ll give you that. I haven’t seen that level of creativity since meeting the Kryze sisters. He shrugged at the memory, it was a long time ago, he did not agree with Master Kenobi’s attachment to the Duchess, nor the aggressive nature of the Nite Owl, he just wanted the fight to be over. I hope you didn’t shoot your shot.

Saverok's smirk deepened behind his helmet, a mix of irritation and amusement flickering across his masked visage. This Jedi—this arrogant, self-righteous fool—was experienced, sure, but that only made him more of a challenge. And Saverok welcomed a challenge. He craved one.

Without hesitation, he raised his left arm, the barrels of his gatling gauntlet spinning to life with a mechanical whir. A rapid-fire burst of flechettes lit up the , streaking toward the

Caltin Vanagor in a relentless barrage. It wasn't meant to kill, not yet. He was feeling this one out, testing how fast the Jedi could move, how well he could react under pressure.

At the same time, Saverok's right hand reached back, fingers curling around the massive frame of his heavy repeating blaster cannon. With a practiced motion, he swung it into position, the weight familiar in his grip. The weapon hummed to life, a deep, growing whine as its energy cells charged to maximum output. A setting that, depending on his opponent, he knew could be deflected by the Jedi's blade but the impact would be heavier. More intense and tiring or... would it?

The vibrations from the weapon pulsed through his armor, a sensation he had long since grown used to. With his stance squared and his eyes locked onto the Jedi, Saverok let out a dry, rumbling chuckle. "Hope you ain't shot yours, Jetii." Then, with a final shift of his grip, he pulled the trigger on the weapon single handed. Directing the repeaters fire with unnatural ease.

Armel · Saturday at 4:07 PM

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Rrrykan Forest, Kashyyk

Armel gritted his teeth as the tank shuddered, the forest around them was starting to get torn apart. Infantry dived for cover as wood splinters and fire sprayed everywhere. The tank rocked as a nearby explosion drove the tank forward and into the ground. After a brief second the repulsorlifts came back to life and the AAT was hovering once more.

"How we looking." He said, his voice calm and collected.

"We're good, repuslors took a bit of a shake. Don't know about Ba'buir, her turrets moving but she's beached."

Armel looked through a periscope to his left to see the other AAT indeed resting on the forest floor, a puff of black smoke rose from its hull. Ba'buir, it meant grandfather in Mando'a and that was exactly what that tank was. Originally it was used for spare parts but when the resistance reared its head the tank was thrown together and sent off. It was a miracle the damn thing had gone this long without breaking down.

"And the lads on the outside?"

"Unknown but we got hit hard. We would've been annihilated if not for the wroshyrs."

If there was one good thing about Kashyyyk it was the trees, some of them rivalled the size of cruisers with trunks just as thick. Made for good cover against the artillery.

Armel tapped the side of his helmet.

"<A'den this is Shuk'orok, We just got hit hard, it's just as you said: pre-sighted artillery. The rest of my element is stuck in the dirt. Some recon this is eh?>"

He said with a smirk. He looked down the footwell of the turret into the hull of the tank where the rest of the crew sat.

"Start feeding this chit back to the Field Marshal. When they got off their asses moving troops off planet I want 'em to be ready to cook these bastards." he said before returning his focus to the gunner sights.

Then a flash of movement. At first it was a shake of the undergrowth. Could be some spooked wildlife but Armel still followed it nonetheless. Next a patch of dirt kicked up. Before Armel could even wonder what type of subterranean horrors inhabited Kashyyyk six mechanical scorpions busted out the ground right amongst their number.

Ba'buir immediately opened up with its mass driver cannon and those few Crusaders not trampled underfoot immediately took to the air raining down a hail of blaster bolts and wrist rockets onto the walkers.

He'd just about had it with this recon mission. As he fired a few sprays of Rhypalm at the fast moving walkers his eyes locked with one which seemed to have its eyes on Shuk'orok. Armel turned to look down into the turret's footwell once more.

"Ram the schutta." he said plainly.

The tank immediately shuddered as it lurched forward, as if the crew had been waiting for such an order. They were angry, angry about marching two days through the jungle, shooting skirmishers who hid in trees and taking fire from artillery they couldn't see.

"Oya!' He heard screamed from the crew below.

"OYA!" he replied and pulled down on the trigger of the cannon. The tank sped to its max speed right for the insectoid's walker, spewing fire and blaster bolts all the while.

Focus:

Brent Warnel | Tags:

Tigris

Caltin Vanagor @Anyone else I forgot

Combat Lance Norac
[1/1] Incinerator AAT [x] callsign Shuk'orok
[1/1] G40 Series AAT [x] callsigns Ba'buir (Immobilized)
[5/12] Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders

Caltin Vanagor · Sunday at 9:04 AM

LOCATION: Shadow Temple | OBJECTIVE: @Fight back | TAG (ALLIES) :

Kei Amadis |

Vertigo |

Jax Thio |

XaraXunia
TAG (FOES) :

Saverok

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

Saverok's smirk deepened behind his helmet, a mix of irritation and amusement flickering across his masked visage. This Jedi—this arrogant, self-righteous fool—was experienced, sure, but that only made him more of a challenge. And Saverok welcomed a challenge. He craved one.

Without hesitation, he raised his left arm, the barrels of his gatling gauntlet spinning to life with a mechanical whir. A rapid-fire burst of flechettes lit up the , streaking toward the

Caltin Vanagor in a relentless barrage. It wasn't meant to kill, not yet. He was feeling this one out, testing how fast the Jedi could move, how well he could react under pressure.

At the same time, Saverok's right hand reached back, fingers curling around the massive frame of his heavy repeating blaster cannon. With a practiced motion, he swung it into position, the weight familiar in his grip. The weapon hummed to life, a deep, growing whine as its energy cells charged to maximum output. A setting that, depending on his opponent, he knew could be deflected by the Jedi's blade but the impact would be heavier. More intense and tiring or... would it?

The vibrations from the weapon pulsed through his armor, a sensation he had long since grown used to. With his stance squared and his eyes locked onto the Jedi, Saverok let out a dry, rumbling chuckle. "Hope you ain't shot yours, Jetii." Then, with a final shift of his grip, he pulled the trigger on the weapon single handed. Directing the repeaters fire with unnatural ease.

Farseeing was an underrated ability, often overlooked and taken for granted, especially when a lightsaber was in use. Any regular Jedi could use this skill with effort and training easily enough.

Caltin was not a “Regular Jedi”.

Not an arrogant statement. Some time ago, his entire body was reset and reformed down to the cellular level and Farseeing was one of the abilities that he no longer has to think about using. It just happens. Using his speed, jumping, pushing, pulling, throwing… farseeing, all he has to do is “reach” or “look” and it happens, even Tutaminus, he was not invulnerable but his skin was naturally tougher now. It’s just who he was, and it was how he was built.

Literally.

The flechette rounds, those “little arrows” that they were, could easily cut into him, even with the added thickness it had now. However, seeing where they would hit in his mind’s eye made it easier to “dodge”. Of course Caltin made it look like there was an effort being made to do so, and there was, but this distraction was leading him into the “killspot” this thug wanted him to be in. No doubt about that. It was a matter of moments before he was pulp if he did not continue on the track he was on right now.

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There was the option of pulling “Conservator” but that was not in the plan yet. He did not need it, yet. So it was another dodge here, another jump there. The impending heavy repeater shot (yeah, he saw it) was coming. While Caltin was not familiar with the weapon, it was clearly a “big gun”, so there was that.He had to keep moving, stay one step ahead. The next few seconds were crucial. Caltin focused, anticipating the next move, ready to dodge the incoming heavy repeater shot. His survival depended on it.

Just like he wanted.

Caltin was not some “cape and tights” holo-movie hero, make no mistake, but he has been in the fight a long time and while it was becoming more and more clear that this individual had so as well, it changed nothing.

There it is.

Split second decision. What to do. He could not pull his lightsaber and block it in time. He could not redirect it, Force Stasis would not work. Only thing was going back to the well one more time and relying on his physical abilities. Force Pushing the shot at the last second set it off and the expended energy dispersed outward like an explosion, setting off a cloud of dust. A powerful scene to say the least.

Caltin was not unscathed. His scruffy beard, his outer cloak, they were singed and the big man pulled it off.

I’m still here.

XaraXunia · Sunday at 12:04 PM

Kashyyk Liberation Mission - East Flank
Ally Tags:

Kei Amadis |

Jax Thio
Enemy Tags:

Saverok
Confronting:

Armel

Xaraxunia seems to have helped spring an excellent surprise on the Mandalorian East Flank. The Scorpion Walkers take aim at the Mandalorian jet-troopers with their slugthrower turrets. They scuttle much faster than nearly any walker that the Mandalorians had seen before. These new walkers seem to be surprisingly agile, but at the cost of durability.

The turret slug throwers of the other Scorpion Walkers took aim at the flying Mandalorian troopers, but the situation was pretty helpless. Even with the walkers as agile as they were, and even with anti-air turrets, the Scorpion Walkers struggled to keep up with the Mandalorian jet troopers.

The Mandalorian troopers would shower the Scorpion Walkers with blaster rounds and wrist-rockets. The wrist-rockets puncture the walkers' hulls, but the Scorpions seem to be made from some sort of doonium alloy that was heavily resistant to the blaster rounds. The rocket fire is pushing the Scorpion Walkers back, preventing them from advancing towards the Mandalorians in the center flank.

When Armel's tank hits the Scorpion Walker's front-right legs, the tank pushes the body of the walker several feet back, and the metal of the walker skids along a rocky outcrop with a terrible squeal. The metal legs would leave deep, blackened scrape marks against the rocks. One of the rocks got caught inside of the hexapropulsion rail. Something inside of the rail snapped. This rock spins into the mechanical gears and repulsorlift system, and the walker's two front-most legs grind to a stop.

Armel's tank's flames singed the Scorpion Walker's tail, completely disabling its mortar attack. The rest of the walker seems to be strongly resistant to the heat and the blaster fire.

One of the walker's monitor screens said: " PROPULSION SYSTEM - CRITICAL LEVEL ".

Another screen flashed: " MORTAR TAIL DESTROYED "

The walker wasn't going anywhere.

...but it didn't need to.

The monitors blinked with a series of new inputs:

" LASER CANNON - ARMED "

" SLUGTHROWERS - ARMED "

I'll show this smoothskin, the insectoid snarled. The walker was still sliding across the rocks, struggling to stay standing.

Xaraxunia shoved a gear forward and pressed a number of overhead buttons, and put full power into the front laser cannon. All of the powers from the propulsion system were re-routed to the turrets and the front cannon.

The powerful energy gathers at the front of Xar's Scorpion Walker, forming a circular red mass.

Then, the insectoid blasts at the AAT tank, with its beam laser cannon leveled towards the gunwale - the upper-side side of the tank - at point-blank range. But, the continual ramming by Armel causes the Walker to fire slightly off-center, and Xaraxunia can't see through the front visor where the shot ended up hitting. The red beam of laser energy pushes the back legs of the Scorpion Walker from the recoil. Xaraxunia was trying to push the tank backwards, just as it had done to him.

Xaraxunia would soon have to abandon the walker because the propulsion system was completely destroyed, and the attackers were continuing to pelt the propulsion legs with blaster rounds.

The Mandalorians destroy one of the Scorpion walkers with their wrist rockets. The Scorpion falls backwards onto its tail and it conflagrates, bursting into magnificent red flames. The insectoid commander inside dies with his machine, screaming an inhuman wail.

Xaraxunia leaves the slugthrower turrets in "automatic mode". The walker is still firing at the tanks and Mandalorians, with a rat-a-tat-tat. He'd run out of ammo soon. Xaraxunia abandons the cockpit of the walker and strides towards the back of the vehicle. He pulls a slugthrower rifle, a Mulligan Shotgun, out of the weapon storage locker. He ducks, hides, and hugs his body against the side-hatch of the Scorpion Walker. It was time to board that tank.

Xaraxunia reports back to Commander Knex,

Kei Amadis , and anyone else on the allied channel.

We findzzz the Eazt tankzzz! XARXARXAR! Zzzzsomeone pick me up. Tank blew my Szzzcorpion. One down."

An allied scorpion walker would try and scuttle forward and push Armel's tank from the side, using its drill arms. The other four walkers were still engaged with the Mandalorian jet troopers.

Regardless of whether the scorpion walker pushed the tank away or not, Xaraxunia would be readying himself to board the tank.

6x 5x AT-SC Scorpion Walkers
5x 4x Elite Kobok Warriors
Xaraxunia

200 Elite Guards
100 Tan Kobok Grunts
12 Scorpion Walkers (5 on Far Flank)
12 Scorpion Walker Pilot Elites (4 on Far Flank)
12 Space Slug Dropships [In Atmosphere]

Kei Amadis · Sunday at 2:54 PM

Location: Rrrykan Forest, Mid-Forest Levels, Central Backline. Resistance Command.
Allies:

Caltin Vanagor |

Jax Thio |

XaraXunia
Enemies:

Saverok
Direct Targets: Open

@All
The flanks converged on each other, in messier encounters. The traps sprung., and the Mandalorians were swarmed in different ways. the dice were rolled to see how this would end up.

Here it comes.

Right Flank: XaraXunia Armel
"Krayt Bite," Amadis ordered.

Insectoids struck from below, while the Mandalorian fleet toasted resistance artillery fire from above. At first, it wasn't obvious, but fast-moving recon bikes and camoflaged former veterans began attempting to infiltrate enemy lines. Fast Speeder bikes dropped soldiers into seemingly secure positions, men armed with explosives, traps, and sniper rifles. They moved to severe supply lines, cut off retreats, and struck any direction they could setup in. Many fell, the Mandalorians had done well in stripping away cover, but most emerged from the far right, where the terrain offered better concealment.

Difficult infiltration tactics executed by hardened old veterans from many old militaries, SCC, Republic, and SJC. As they did so, others applied steady pressure from the front, to advance where possible, the insectoids adding chaos from below. The right flank might devolve into a brutal, messy war zone. If Armell thought it had been bad, now it was hell.

The front line shifted, closing in to tighten the noose around the Mandalorians. Unlike the left flank, orbital fire support couldn't break the deadlock easily—only likely soften it—as the strategy was to slip forces among them and sow chaos from within, while pressing forward. The old Houk commander grunted, "Rides on the way."

XaraXunia would find seasoned troops providing cover, keeping the pressure on. One speeder, fast and low, shot past—an opening for him to jump aboard. Two small fire teams moved in, laying down fire to support the Insectoid commander's withdrawal.

The overall strategy was daring, bold, and costly.

Left Flank: Brent Warnel

Trees fell, Wookiees roared, and the ground split asunder. The left flank erupted into a storm of fire and smoke, light and slaughter. Heavy Mandalorian bombardment found no shortage of targets, even spread out as the armor was; more smoke signaled many successful strikes; the call was made.

In one final, defiant salvo, every operational rocket battery fired at maximum range. Smoke rounds blanketed the battlefield, while fragmentation shells tore into Mandalorian lines. The sheer number of incoming rockets might be a terrifying sight but only half were lethal.

"Stun Baton," Amadis commanded.

Through the thick, choking smog, it wasn't men or tanks that advanced. Instead, two hundred and fifty spherical SB1 Drones emerged from every direction—high, low, flanking from the sides, diving from above. Very small, fast, and paper-thin but agile and difficult to hit, they darted around, making a nuisance everywhere. Air and artillery posed less threat to them, nor did automated targeting; just good old-fashioned quickfire shooting, and ??? Non-lethal stun drones, with net, ray, and gun, designed for suppression and resistance to ion, they descended on the Mandalorian forces like a swarm from above, daring the local commander to counter with a stroke of tactical brilliance, adapt quickly, or risk the tide turning.

From the command room, Amadis prepared his own battlefield gear for action, in case direct intervention was needed.

Actions:

Right Flank breaks camouflage and infiltrates with bikes and men, traps and snipers, giving steady pressure from the front.
Right Flank moves in support of the Insectoids.
Central Still holds, trading fire.
Left Flank heavily engaged, taking a lot of fire, drops smoke rockets in front of the Mandalorians, and fragmentation rockets on top of their lines.
Left flank sends in 250 reserve SB1's Drones, less vulnerable to artillery, very light, very hard to hit to soften the Mandalorians up.

Unofficial SJC Kashyyyk Resistance Forces:

Right Flank
891/1000 Older Wildcards (Infiltrating and Pressuring.)
89/100 Type 75 Speeders (Infiltrating)

Center:
218/250 Houk Heavy Fire Teams (Holding high ground)
942/1000 Rallied Wookiee Allies (Holding)
20/25 Type 86 Howizter (Backline, Large Shield Generator)

Left Flank
368/500 Unofficial Silver Jedi Regulars (Engaging)
38/50 Type 70 Tanks (Engaging)
242/250 SB1's Drones (Engaging)
9/25 Type 71 MLRS Artillery setup (Spread out Far Left Engaging)

Support Backline
47/50 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 · Sunday at 9:34 PM

To say Brent did not like what he saw would be a gross understatement. Instead of a small band of rebels that needed cleansing, the enemy had hidden hundreds of troops and Jetii from the initial invasion. This wasn't a quick route of some beaten-down Wookies; this was a full-fledged, dug-in, hardened battalion of soldiers they had somehow missed on initial reports.

Again, Brent heard, "INCOMING!" as the missiles erupted from seemingly nowhere, detonating amid his warriors. The viewfinder in his AAT went shockingly white as eruptions occurred around him, blinding him. Brent watched as the ground around his Crusaders erupted, sending his men's broken bodies flying everywhere.

Directly after he heard the comms erupt with reports of small droids harassing his men. As the droids descended, so did the smoke. The battlefield became disrupted for friend and foe alike. His men were still outnumbered for the moment, and the enemy was pushing up and using their numbers to good effect. They would overrun his lines and break this flank if he didn't readjust.

"A'den, this is Choruk, ETA 5. We got a surprise incoming as well, A'den; you'll know it when you see it," Brent could almost hear the smile in Choruk's voice.

"Good copy Choruk, they're getting antsy and pushing hard. We're peeling back to the damaged AT-TE."

Brent switched to his local comm channel, "Peel back. I want a bounding retreat to the AT-TE until QRF arrives in 5. We'll regroup and push."

He watched his men dance backward, squad by squad. One squad covering, the other bounding backward, getting into cover, and then doing the same for the other team. Brent's AAT slowly glided backward, covering the infantry as they moved.

"Shuk'orok, this is A'den. QRF is 5 out. Reinforcements closing in on your position."

Rounds impacted the tank as Brent spoke to Shuk'orok, detonating on the thick armor or ricocheting off in the case of kinetic rounds. He hoped the armor would hold for now; the enemy's vehicles were thick in front of him, and any one of them could land a lucky shot.

Whatever Choruk was bringing, he hoped it was enough.

ALLIES:

Armel

Kuul Krefiss
ENEMIES:

Tigris

Carduul Akahl · Monday at 4:10 AM

Mandalorian Neo-Crusader Fleet
Kandosii-Type Dreadnought Bridge
Kashyyyk Low Orbit

“Guns aligned on received coordinates. Authorizing danger close mission.”

“Send reply; pull back on Sectors A6, D7, and J12. Not many of ours to begin with. Can’t miss when they brought that many, the di’kuts.”

The Jedi were all so proud. So sure of themselves, as if they were invincible. The wretches had shed Mandalorian Blood. They had amassed their armies here, aiming to stand tall and spread a message. Upon a battlefield that had already been lost, on a planet that would no longer welcome them. The flaw of every single Aruetiise; believing themselves above consequence. Out of reach from the Wrath of Manda’yaim when it cried vengeance for the fallen.

But their message would not be the one they intended. No, every single individual here had not arrived to spark hope. For alas, they had merely been sent to die. Like sheep to the slaughter. The Temple could have remained hidden. Out of sight. Waiting as the storm passed them by. Their hubris had drawn them out, like hyenas to the corpse of a lion’s kill.

And so he allowed their communications to be sent out. Their broadcasts. Their troops. All from a single point, believing themselves out of sight. No longer.

His people had called for aid.

He had answered.

As they did years ago, Mandalorians would stand tall over Kashyyyk.

“Raze the forests. Reduce their sanctum to rubble. Let their belief of what we are capable of, be shattered.”

The words were unbothered. Casually ordering the death of hundreds, with but a statement.

Their foes’ chance to leave unscarred had come, and passed. It had left with their foolhardy challenge. Now there was only death left for them here. There was no resource for them to hold over the Crusaders. No moral high ground. No reason to entertain their ravings. Every moment they fought longer would take a hundredfold more from them than they could ever hope to cost the Mando’ade.

Watching a holographic projection of the forest floor from the iron helm, Carduul Akahl’s words resounded across all of the Crusader’s communication channels. Echoing two unmistakable words from a predecessor long remembered.

“Unleash Hell.”

Right Flank,

XaraXunia ,

Armel

Costly would not even begin to describe the devastation wreaked in the wake of their gambit.

Speeder bikes sent veering and careening in the wake of more dangerous, risky shots. Units who originally had clear shots no longer had the clemency they once had as the bombardments struck all across their approaching vector. Right down on their heads, or close enough that the lasting damage would do the rest.

Insectoid forces that had pushed forwards and held in reserve, suddenly found themselves surrounded by flame and destruction. Danger close. The Mandalorians above had no idea who they were, nor that they were even here - and they burned nonetheless. Those that had been sent to cover them, angling to linger behind, found themselves isolated, crippled, or eviscerated in the blasts.

The armor, especially, would find itself in dire straights with the size of a target they presented. Shots rocking down from above, piercing and melting metal as if t'was subjected to the heat that forged it. Carapace left insectoids cooked inside their own shells. In their attempt to tighten the noose, they had simply created their own.

Left Flank;

Brent Warnel

Most of the remaining artillery lines were torn asunder. Wiped away in a wave of fire and brimstone, as they had intended to wreak upon the Crusaders foraying into the forest. Armor that had been in entrenched positions, left immobile, near-failure, or simply didn’t survive at all. Whatever remained would be left in far worse of a state.

To say that a majority of the drones with their flimsy construction would not fare well... would be an understatement.

After all, what use was there in advancing into ‘enemy territory’ on a planet they can do whatever they deem necessary to win?

He had little patience for motley holdouts. No matter how many they amassed.

Central Command, Shadow Temple;

Kei Amadis ,

Caltin Vanagor ,

Saverok

For a moment, it seemed like the bombardments had stopped.

“...Locking new vector. There’s a communications hub somewhere. Getting a read, since they don’t want to shut up…”

“We’ll let them off with a ‘warning.’ Alor?”

“Fire.”

Before suddenly, they began anew. Not towards the frontlines, but towards the Central line and backlines of battle. Several shots strayed near the Command Center, where unknowingly

Kei Amadis directed the resistance. Then, far away from that, the Temple. The land surrounding it, the beautiful scenery of a once peaceful sanctum, would be besieged by the cleansing fires striking from above. Thankfully, it seemed it missed any buildings of significance, serving as a blazing backdrop to

Caltin Vanagor and

Saverok 's tumultuous engagement. For now.

The amount of time and effort they had gone through to organize such a daring rebellion was bold. It was daring. Carduul could commend them for it, had he been down there personally. But would it truly be worth the cost?

Each equalizing, devastating explosion thundered like tolls of a bell across the Shadowlands. Creatures ran in its wake from the napalm fires that bloomed in brilliantly violent displays. Screams erupted, flesh burned, and armor imploded.

As if the coming of days.

Right Flank; Insectoid units on reserve wreaked havoc upon, supporting units sharing the same fate. Those who are actively engaging Mandalorian forces may catch disorientation, shrapnel, and napalm if they hadn’t closed the distance in time. Vehicles and armor units especially suffer with the large target profile they present.
Left Flank; Remaining artillery targeted with intent of wiping it out. Encroaching units left with little cover and time to infiltrate. Attempts to circumvent with speedy vehicles are suddenly hindered by ruined terrain, impending bombardments, and the Crusaders themselves. Scorched earth policy is quickly limiting options, and their mobility. The drones, alas, are leaves in vicious hurricanes, emerging during a brunt of the bombardment that would leave devastating effects on their flimsy frames.
Central Line receives some of the worst of it; entrenched positions are crushed, teams spread throughout the forest rapidly are snuffed out and left with few options. Much like other targeted positions, cover is left scarce, with terrain uneven and scorched.
Firing missions are dangerously close to the Temple and Command Points, aiming to cut off the backline and communication lines with scorched earth. Retreat is still an option, but one that will rapidly close. Those present will feel noticeable impact and a disruption in operations as time progresses.
Reinforcements are re-deploying to reinforce Armel and Brent Warnel 's positions, with the extent of the forces realized. Units informed to hold positions and ensure as little of their numbers escape. Beware of pushing into orbital fire.
The more active the Shadow Temple remains in its rebellion, the closer the bombardments get. Fight to the end, or live to die another day.

Armel · Monday at 6:29 PM

Rrrykan Forest, Kashyyk

Armel gritted his teeth and braced himself as the incinerator tank barrelled forward. The impact came next which threw the Crusader into his gun controls. As he steadied himself back into the seat the sound of crunching metal came next as the AAT did its best to try and crush the insectoid walker. Then the bright light of the charging laser cannon near blinded him through his gun sights, their ram had worked but the incinerator tank now had little it could do to pierce the armour of the walker to destroy its cannon.

Armel looked down the footwell of the tank. "Veer left, now!" he barked and the tank lurched as the driver smashed into the walker again, this time to its left and throwing the laser cannon off centre.

Next came the deafening sound of it firing, ripping off the right laser cannon arm of the AAT and burning a hole into the side of the hull. Sunlight spilled in and lit up the dark interior of the tank.

Before he could come to the whole tank shook as another scorpion tank smashed into the side of the incinerator tank, drills whirred as it began drilling into the side of the hull trying to pierce the tanks armour. The tank dipped as its left repulsors gave out, digging into the dirt on the forest floor.

"Ba'buir!" Armel barked into the comms and the disabled AAT sitting behind Shuk'orok turned its mass driver cannon and fired towards the scorpion walker in a hurried shot.

Before he could even swivel his turret well placed sniper rounds began pinging off the hull as snipers and recon units of the resistance started engaging Armel's element, their numbers dwindled yet further.

The commlink came to life once more as A'den briefed Shuk'orok on the situation. He was going to scream, to shout over the comms that he would be nothing but ash within the next 5 seconds, let alone minutes. But before he could two fiery words crackled through.

Unleash Hell.

Armel was left dumbstruck at first, the feth did that mean? Then he heard the distant thooms in the sky. His eyes widened as he realized what was going on, the forests were going to burn alright, just not by his hands.

"Scatter! Now!" he screamed to those remaining in Combat Lance Norac.

Armel threw open the hatch of the tank and scrambled out, he spotted XaraXunia and met his bug eyes with the piercing gaze of a T-visor. He could have the tank, or what was left of it when Carduul was through with the area. Armel's jetpack sputtered to life and he launched into the air, many of his men following suit, leaving behind the two tanks and anyone too slow to make it out.

The first impact sent a shockwave through the jungle rustling the trees, then the second and third and fourth. The forest around them erupted into fire and death as Armel watched from high branches of a great Worshyr tree with whoever else managed to escape the orbital bombardment. Soon this tree would also burn. A secondary explosion filled the air as Shuk'orok's went up in a ball of fire as its rhypalm storage was hit. Ba'buir would follow suit soon as napalm closed in around the tank.

The Zeltron turned and got a quick headcount of his men. The artillery had given him respite and almost certainly saved him from a grizzly duel with the rest of the bug lords forces, but it had left him with fewer men and no tanks.

"Spread out and get into defensive positions." he said and the crusaders promptly scattered themselves amongst the treetops, blasters pointed down to the forest floor below.

<"A'den this is Shuk'orok. My tanks are gone."> he said surveying the burning jungle. <"Tell the QRF to hurry the feth up.">

Focus:

XaraXunia

Tags:

Carduul Akahl @Anyone else I forgot

Combat Lance Norac
[0/1] Incinerator AAT [x] callsign Shuk'orok
[0/1] G40 Series AAT [x] callsigns Ba'buir
[8/20] Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders (Including tank crew)

XaraXunia · 2025-02-11T15:02:54-0500

Xaraxunia had been saved right on time. He clanks open the walker's side hatch, yells "I'M HERE! Zzt" and he swings his body up and around the walker and onto the side of the tank. Xaraxunia climbs over the tank, avoiding the spurts of fire as the cannon's armament levels dropped, and then Xaraxunia took aim at the back of the speederbike. He was preparing to jump when the speederbike was level with the tank. Armel would see Xaraxunia's red and yellow eyes glaring at him from the tank. Xar's expression told Armel in so many ways that, the next time they met, they would fight to the end.

Xar tapped the shotgun, and waved at Armel. Then, Xar jumped onto the bike. His height and weight cause the repulsorlift to chug for a moment. The back end of the speederbike drags along the ground. Then, the bike rights itself. The bike speeds away.

Xaraxunia watches an AAT tank's cannon blow away what was left of his walker.

There was a terrible boom in the skies like a thunderbolt just as Xar and the veterans' squad began speeding back to the base, Then, fire and missiles rained down onto the tanks, the Mandalorians, the Scorpion Walkers, and anything else that was present. The Scorpion Walkers were definitely never designed to survive bombardment, and so they explode and disintegrate into pieces. The insectoid commanders are either blown out of their walkers, or melted into their chairs. Those who survive would eventually die from intense burn wounds. All of Xaraxunia's commanders - his friends, his neighbors, his protectors - instantly perish in the bombardment.

The shockwave of the blast sends shrapnel into Xaraxunia's insectoid wings, breaking them instantly.

Xaraxunia wails with pain, looking back as green blood dripped from where his wings used to be.

All Xaraxunia can do is watch.

He snarls.

He wretches.

He growls.

He'd kill every last one of them.

DOUBLE UP BOMBARDMENTZZZZ. HIT MORTARZZZ! WALKERZZZ, FULL AZZAULT!"

Xar takes aim at Armel with his Mulligan scattergun from the back of the speederbike, but the Mandalorians' jetpacks are way too fast, and he is far outside of the warrior's range! Xar could not take flight to chase his attackers, because his wings were gone, or at least heavily damaged. Xaraxunia didn't know how bad the damage was: someone else would have to look and tell him. It hurt to stretch his back in any way.

It seems that nearly all of the troops in the East Flank area are retreating now. The beautiful forests, once vibrant with ancient wildlife, with trees and caverns and fauna that does not grow anywhere else, was scorched and destroyed permanently. Xaraxunia reluctantly pressed his finger to his headset, reporting back to the Resistance Base what they could definitely see for themselves.

"Command. Thizzz izzz bugzzz. Bad hurtzz all around. All walkerzzzz gone. All walkerzzzz gone", Xaraxunia reported.

Both Xaraxunia and Arnel escape the confrontation, but with heavy losses on both sides.

All scorpion walkers destroyed.
Five insectoid commanders killed.
Xaraxunia retreats to Resistance Command Base - Right Flank.
Xaraxunia badly wounded; missing wings.

200 Elite Guards
100 Tan Kobok Grunts
12 6 Scorpion Walkers
12 6 Scorpion Walker Pilot Elites
12 Space Slug Dropships [In Atmosphere]

Kei Amadis · 2025-02-12T05:09:24-0500

Location: Rrykan Forest, Mid-Forest Levels, Central Backline. Resistance Command.
Allies:

Caltin Vanagor |

Jax Thio |

XaraXunia
Enemies: