Damn Damotite [First Order Dominion of Lanteeb]

[Keira Priest]

Location: Incoming
Objective: Raise hell
Allies: Mandalorian Crusaders
Enemies: Everyone else (First Order)
Gear: In signature
(1/20)

It had been awhile. Keira couldn't remember the last time she had rushed into a battle quite so brashly, with such little thought to common sense. One would have thought that age had taught her differently, but they would be wrong. After all, she wouldn't be riding in a stolen corvette with the others of the Crusaders if she believed in taking things slowly and with less haste. The immediate goal was simple: get to the ground - alive - and begin eliminating the First Order, the largest threat on Lanteeb of late. It was they the Crusaders were in pursuit of, and for better or worse they had drawn the attention of the band of Mandalorians. Now it was nothing more than a matter of minutes before they made landfall, and then chaos would reign.

Her helmeted gaze glanced over those within the corvette, each individual preparing for the upcoming fight in their own way, most armored as well. Momentarily she checked over her own arsenal, this having become nothing more than a routine that occupied time until she finally set foot on the battlefield. The wrist rocket on her right forearm was primed, the collapsible slugthrower pistol in its place on her left forearm, every other piece as it should be, ready and available to be deployed. Being a veritable weapon in her own right, everything else on her person only ensured a more certain death to those that opposed her. Whether it would be swift or slow in its deliverance was left entirely up to them. She didn't tend to pick and choose.

Without warning the vessel shuddered violently as they made a rapid reentry into realspace, and she reached up to grab for a handhold as they hurtled unerringly towards the blockade that separated them from the surface. Two squadrons of Aquila starfighters weren't far behind, their stealth capabilities and the bigger target of the corvette providing sufficient cover. A larger vessel remained behind, its purpose nothing more than extraction of the warriors, though it retained offensive and defensive capacity all the same. It didn't take long for the ship to rock again as laserfire met its mark, and when their progress began to take a distinctive dip downwards she knew they were in for a less than gentle landing before too long.

As was the case with most crashes nothing was certain of this one until it was over and everything mostly settled. Before she so much as shifted position she did a rudimentary check from head to toe, making certain nothing was out of place or extensively injured. All it was she seemed to retain was a bit of bruising, which had been expected, and a spell of unsteadiness that would be solved once she was up and about. In one motion she pushed herself to her feet, regaining her bearings before she made her way over to what would function as an impromptu exit where there hadn't been one before, widening the opening with an application of the Force. Clearing her throat, she looked to the others, "Well, we're here."

Spoiler

[member="Adelram Thul"]
[member="Alar Brokarra"]
[member="Ashtah Ordo"]
[member="Briga Tiin"]
[member="Dar'jetii"]
[member="Deneve Verd"]
[member="Drin"]
[member="Face"]
[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]
[member="Grim Vizsla"]
[member="Iegoris Verd"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Julian Viles Priest"]
[member="Kalyr Alor"]
[member="Maya Carrick"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Oozak"]
[member="Oron Verd"]
[member="Rhuza Kingpriest"]
[member="Runi Verin"]
[member="Saverok the Unleashed"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Skorri"]
[member="Titan"]
[member="Xander Carrick"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
Just so everyone from the First Order knows, a lot of these people are alts of the same writer, and/or are inactive and may or may not end up posting. No worries about being rushed by a bunch of people, at any rate.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: En route to the Lanteeb drop-zone
Objective: 4
Allies Near: [member="Kajtia Xiz'injhürek"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | Crusaders | Xeno Rebels
Post: 2 / 20

Marching forward at a steady pace, Kyle and a few others looked up at the perfectly executed take-down of an incoming craft that looked too advanced to be a rebellion craft. It looked rather brutal, heavy and almost primitive.

”Get to that downed ship. Looks like a Mandalorian craft," his synthetically enhanced voice crackled out behind the helmet.

The troopers picked up the pace as they ran, covering their own backs, towards the craft which had made a decent landing considering the battering it had taken. Looking up at the low flying First Order craft, Kyle raised his left arm to speak into the built in communicator for all signals.

”Possible Mandalorian reinforcements coming. Keep an eye out if you can up there."

Raising his E11, signalling with his left hand for the troopers to fan out a little towards the ship, Kyle kept his blaster forward and hesitated, not willing to waltz right over when there could be a nasty welcoming party on the other side.

 

[Mav Halo]

Location: Mandalorian Blockade Runner
Objective: Express displeasure
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | Other Mandalorian Crusaders
Enemies: Gravity Everyone Else
Gear: Bevii'ragir, Aliit'gam, Beskad, Scattergun
Post Count: 1/20

She wasn’t afraid. Alar be Aliit Brokarra did not do fear. She had survived the jungle horrors of Dxun. Hunted Maalraas and feasted on Zakkeg. The word fear simply didn’t belong in her vocabulary and, when talking in basic, quite literally wasn’t. Yet, as the vessel was peppered by unseen assailants, Alar couldn’t help but be glad that she had elected to don her helmet early. It helped conceal the look of fea--- understandable caution that creased her features. Not for the first time lamenting her decision to emigrate with the rest of her clan.

The ship abruptly lurched again as it started its final descent, the groan of deck plates doing wonders to disguise the audible pop of her knuckles as she tightened her grip on her bevii'ragir. How did anyone fight like this? She was hardly a stranger to grisly death, no one from Dxun was, but the thought of being killed before she even touched down on the planet twisted her stomach in knots.

Lanteeb. What had made this backwater planet worth spilling blood for was beyond Alar’s reckoning. In all honesty, if not for this hellish descent, it was doubtful she would have cared, even if had she been graced with a reason. There were people down there that were in dire need of meeting their respective makers. An introduction she was all too willing to facilitate. That had been enough of a reason for her when embarking on this mission, but now…

KER-WHUMPF!​

​

She almost blacked out as they made impact; the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth as she bit down on her tongue. She welcomed the pain that accompanied it. Embraced it like an old lover. It meant she was alive. More importantly, it meant that they had made it to the surface. Yet another near fatal crash she was about to walk away from. A trend she currently was unsure if to be grateful for or not.

“<Kandosii, besk’irud. I am glad it has not escaped your notice that we are here.>” Alar ground out sarcastically as she tried to slow the spinning world around her. Her mando’a was clipped and heavily accented, made all the worse by the improvised nature of their landing. Mirroring her attitude in that respect. A fact the closest brother would quickly discovered as she roughly hauled herself up by their shoulder, yanking them backwards as she moved towards the exit and the merciful surface beyond. “<We should see if the aruetiise are as sharp, ‘lek?>”

Edited: included post count. 20/04/2016.​

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Coming out of nowhere, drivin like rain
Objective: Bring some Mandocracy
Allies: Mandalorian Crusaders; [member="Keira Ticon"]; [member="Alar Brokarra"]
Enemies: First Order
Gear: Eukgar'gam /w Jump pack; Wrist weaponry - [x],[x],[x], [x] ; Loadout: 1, 3 / 1,2 / 2,2,3,4
Post Count: [1/20]


"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"


Grim's excitement could not be hid at the fact that the ship was going in for a crash landing. He was truly a stereotype for Mandalorians, everything that was action, the Vizsla loved it. Someone were staying silent in the stolen corvette around him, probably slightly worried at the prospect of getting blown of space, others were checking their gears and there were others like him being hyped at what was to come.

Mandalorians are coming. It was time to bring honor back to Clan Vizsla.

When they 'sucessfully' crashed, a female Mandalorian that he did not know apparently using the Force tore an opening in the hull of the ship for the Crusaders to spew out of it. Grim was not a fan of Force Users, not at all but he was smart enough to know that they could be a trump card in the Mandalorian Crusader's efforts. He took a glance at his clan symbol painted on his chestplate, it had been tarnished by the Death Watch. The Death Watch was nothing close to what it said it wanted to be. And what it wanted to be has been ressurected - the Mandalorian Crusaders.

Kicking in his grav boots, he took flight out of the hull of the ship and landed a few feet from the Force using woman. He noticed that her armor was slightly different to what Mandalorians usually tend to wore. Honestly, Grim thought it was not a Mandalorian armor but he was sure she was a Mandalorian.

“We should see if the aruetiise are as sharp, ‘lek?”

The Mandalorians were getting into some chatter as they went off the corvette and onto the ground of Lanteeb.

"So let's bring some disorder to this karking first order or whatever the 'ell they're called." Grim's voice boomed, his excitement had only increased. He had no patience to start showing the galaxy once again what it meant to be a Mandalorian. And why they had to be feared.

 

[Kajtia Xiz'injhürek]

Location: Flying low above the stormtroopers En route to the Lanteeb drop-zone
Objective: 4
Allies Near: [member="Kyle Amedis"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"], Crusaders, Xeno Rebels
Post: 6 / 20

Kajtia was circling as she was flying low. As she did, one of the stormtroopers on the ground had grabbed her attention as he raised his E11 blaster rifle in the air signaling his men to move towards something. Then as she had flown past the stormtroopers below and readied herself for another pass, she heard the message crackling through her comm unit. A downed Mandorlorian ship dead ahead. She soon realised that was what the stormtroopers were running towards. Kajtia knew those men would encounter heavy resistance from any surviving Mandorlorians.

Kajtia increased her altitude slightly and headed straight for the downed ship. Immediately she would open fire on it, hitting parts of the ship at random, in the hope that she would kill or maim any or as many Mandorlorian survivors as possible. She would repeat this run several more times before moving away and heading back towards the stormtroopers who were headed for the ship. Once again she would fly low and circle the troopers to provide them with cover. Hopefully however, she had eased their job a little by pounding the Mandolorian ship with her ship's laser turrets.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Near Mandalorian Crash Site
Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Kajtia Xiz'injhürek"] [member="Kyle Amedis"]
Enemies: [member="Grim Vizsla"] [member="Alar Brokarra"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Equipment: General Vaas' All-Terrain Armored Transport (includes 8 MS-1 fire-linked heavy laser cannon, 2 long-range turbolasers, 1 KDD2055 short-range turbolaser)

There was a feeling deep inside Ludolf that he couldn't ignore. He couldn't lie to himself and say that he'd rather be here in battle than in bed with Marzena, wrapped in her warm embrace. It was still a novel feeling for General Vaas, and one that would take some getting used to. But now was not the time for such musings. The General's face remained stone-cold as he observed the beautiful singer on the other end of the holoprojection.

"Expect a debriefing in my flat at Dosuun after this. A... personal debriefing."

And with that, the transmission was cut, and Ludolf's sharp face would fade instantly. He didn't need to explain to Marzena what she would expect when this was all over. Speaking of which, he had plans for Miss Choi here on Lanteeb. Silently, he flipped a button on his comm system. This would tell his team of special agents in Lantibba city that Ludolf's plan for Marzena's upcoming concert was a go. They would be descending upon the arena where she was to perform now, along with droves of other fans.

Meanwhile, General Vaas had a battle to conduct. The crash-landing ship had not eluded his attention. Vaas followed the trail of smoke and ordered his walker pilot in the ship's direction. It must have been clipped by a turbolaser from the First Order's fleet upon its descent from Lanteeb. Vaas couldn't make out the identity of the ship, although it looked Mandalorian. Whatever it was, it needed to be destroyed.

"All units in my vicinity, be advised of a possible Mandalorian landing," He sent the message out to the ground troops and TIE fighters nearby, including Captain Amedis and Katjia, who was already busy assaulting the wreckage from above. "Converge on the crash site, eliminate any survivors."

To punctuate his point, the General let fly a one-two volley from his walker's MS-1 laser cannon aimed at the crashed Mandalorian ship.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Locatoin: Downed Cruiser
Objective: Survive and Retaliate
Allies: Crusaders, [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Alar Brokarra"], [member="Grim Vizsla"]
Enemies: First Order
Gear: Signature
Post: 1/20

It is said that the spirits of the Mandalorians are mirror images of one another. Linked the length and breadth of numerous lifetimes by a similarity that encompasses all sins. Whether good and virtue or cruelty and caprise; they are meant to echo one to the other, like identical ripples created on opposite ends of a listless loch. Those outside the culture could never grasp such an intangible connection. Enemies and allies alike, are to only pass through them, as wind through a broken pane of glass, leaving only the hollow sound of transition in its wake. Oron's reflection was only ever like those ripples, barely breathing across the surface- no submersion satisfied, full of motion and direction.

When he fastened his gaze upon the fast approaching surface of Lanteeb, there was no sense of panic- but there were niggling hints of danger all around him.

The crash landing saw the stolen craft kiss the rugged plains and skitter across the land until it would finally come to a halt. Oron's grip was ripped from the safety bars he'd attempted to keep purchase of as he smacked onto the floor of the ship, rolling and bumping as the craft finally stopped. Feeling around the dark space, he searched for his buyce'. After finally grabbing it, he slid the helmet over his head as he checked his person for the rest of his gear, finding that somehow, they'd remained attached. Then, as he prepared to move behind his squad to evacuate, he heard the approach of an air-borne fighter. He attempted to cut corners, escape the craft but the aggressor opened fire seemingly as soon as it had a clear visual of the still cruiser.

Thwank, thwank, thwank!

The rumbling impact of two shots could be felt striking the hull of the ship before a third pierced the vehicles armor and a singular scarlet bolt of energy could be seen inside the ship's cabin before it exploded. Oron lifted his hands in the direction of the laser, creating a barrier but it did very little to stop the force of the blast. Oron was thrown across the vast cabin, flailing and spinning before he finally stopped- his body jaggedly banging against a wall.

Through blurry eyes, he looked around the broken ship, witnessing a horror- tendons torn asunder, some at the ankles, the rest at other various joints. Men crawled on bleeding bellies and spilled contents, the crippled attempting to rise to their feet. Dragging with the sweat, the seared squeaking of shaking palms against ruddy, charred floors, pleads laden upon tongues that lolled out of gaping mouths, moans and groans drifted throughout the vessel. Standing to his feet, he looked at his own person, quickly examining his outfit. He too was cut, but non of his injuries would force him to succumb to this undesirable tomb.

Then the fighter could be heard approaching once more. A look down the massive cruiser gave Oron witness of another hail of crimson bolts penetrating the ship. The sight, like sunken stones to water, slipped unbridled fury into his belly- spreading ripples of anger throughout his frame. He had allowed the sky-bound aggressor the illusion of escape, of uncontested battle, but he could hear her as it circled the site once, arrogant in it's efforts. Moving towards one of the various breaches, Oron trudged out of the ship, dragging a Mun'Beviin anti-material rifle behind him. His reach for cruelty needed to desperately be met. His lips caught on his teeth- widening his mouth at the corners, half snarl, half sneered snort sounding from him as he lifted the heavy weapon. There was no escape.

[member="Kajtia Xiz'injhürek"] came around for what seemed to be a final barrage, and after firing it's final shots the fighter moved to retreat to the other side of the land- but Oron had her well within his sights. He'd used weapons like these many times in the past, whether during his career with the CIS, Sith, or The Mandalorians, and his aim was better now than it ever was.

Oron could be seen steadying himself on one knee, and in the fighter's single-file retreat Oron squeezed the trigger ten times, all practiced shots to the vehicles rear. Emptying the clip of a weapon with as much damage potential as the Mun'Beviin should have been excruciating to bear, or because of the recoil- nigh impossible. But with the aid of the Force, he found it not only bearable to fire the shots but also to keep his aim only where it need be with assistance of his buyce's frequency targeting and acquisition system combined with a spectral target assessor.

Standing to his feet, he dropped the heavy weapon at his feet and then it hit him-

The gift of Force Precognition giving Oron a small glimpse into the future. The vision of an impending weapon, a button pushed by [member="Ludolf Vaas"], meant to destroy the ship. He turned, looking to the ship, ripping his buyce from his shoulders, untrusting of the helmet's filter to give his voice the range it needed to travel across the noise-riddled battlefield.

"Get out!" He yelled, as the Crusaders toppled out of the cruiser. Dread boosting the volume of his voice, Oron's emotions giving it the tone needed to relay the importance of his command, he yelled again. "Get out of the ship now!"

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Airborne, Lanteeb
Allies: Mandalorian Crusaders
Enemies: The First Order
Post Count: 1/20

Spoiler: Equipment

• Taozin Beskar'gam
• Terentatek Bodyglove
• The Darksaber
• CT-12 Jetpack
• Paragon Energy Shield
• "Lazy Eye" Edition, Merr-Sonn Power 5
• Yrkaa Sidearm
• Grenades: [x] [x] [x]

Isley was getting old.

He could feel it in his bones: a sensation that could only be described as thickness in the joints. It ate away at his reflexes and nibbled at his reaction time. It caused undue aches, throbs, and other sorts of discomfort. It was enough to make the Mandalorian, at times, question whether he was still making the right decision. Was it truly his time to be leading the charge yet again? Would it be better if he went the way of Gilamar and others like him; to simply retire?

Bah. No. Such questions were simply the delusion caused by mere stiffness. Such doubt was synonymous with making excuses to lay in bed longer. Despite the silver which grew in his mane...despite the aches which plagued his body...the Hunger was still there. Time had only served to augment his already voracious appetite: and only one dish could bring about sweet satisfaction. Glory. Plain and Simple.

'Twas in the pursuit of that very delicacy that the Mandalorian marshaled the Crusaders. Whispers across the stars spoke of a relatively new power: a modern descendant of the ancient First Order. Unchecked were they by the Galaxy at large, and potential burned within them to expand. Rapidly. Thus had the Mandalorian Crusaders selected their prey: a target worthy of testing their growing might. The plan of entry was relatively simple...yet explosive in nature. A corvette had been "acquired" and filled with some of the more daring Crusaders. That vessel would draw the attention of the blockade and literally crash their way into the fray.

They would be flanked by Aquilas, backed by the Sentinel, and given the means for a good fight.

As for the Mandalorian, he was amongst the swarm of stealth fighters which followed the corvette in. However, upon breaching the various layers of atmosphere, Isley guided his vessel into a thicket of clouds overlooking the crash site. The ground team needed a little room to regroup from their entry...enough so that they could begin to counter the attention placed upon them. Thus was where the aptly-named Witch King flexed his muscles. The controls were slid into auto-pilot: a circular trajectory was set as to remain within the cloud for as long as possible. Between the passive stealth and the natural cover, Isley's presence would hardly be detected.

Which provided him with ample time to calm and center himself. Deep breaths filled his lungs, only to escape as ancient syllables. Power saturated each word, guiding and contorting the Force according to his Will. In mere moments, the pre-existing clouds began to succumb to his whims: spontaneously expanding...darkening...

There was a sound of Thunder.

[OOC://All Crusaders, please remember to mark your posts with a cumulative post count.]

[member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Alar Brokarra"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Kyle Amedis"]​

 

[Kajtia Xiz'injhürek]

]Location: Flying low near downed ship
Objective: 4
Allies Near: [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], First Order
Enemies: [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"], Crusaders, Xeno Rebels
Post: 7 / 20

Having heard the order from General Vass already, plus the rattled comms from Kyle who was leading his troops below, Kajtia had made several attack runs on the downed ship. Merciless she fired at moving objects below, most likely survivors from the actual crash who were trying to get out. Kajtia was already doing a good job in making sure that they would join their already fallen comrades in the afterlife, when she decided it was time to pull out. She had a hunch that sooner or later someone from below would return fire, however her actions would soon prove to be in vain.

As Kajtia pulled away from the wreckage, thinking she was far enough and safe from any unknown enemy counter fire, she would feel a sudden jolt from behind. BOOM! BOOM! Then again another jolt. Her ship would shake violently as Kajtia would have to compensate for the sudden erratic behaviour of her ship. She instinctively knew she had been hit by a flurry of enemy fire, or was about to, as several more shots whizzed straight past her canopy window as she weaved in all different directions to evade the fire being drawn at her. Her ship's shields had absorbed most of the impact but in the end it wouldn't be enough, as the final 2 shots fired from the dark Jedi Oron Verd hit her ship. Suddenly the controls would become sluggish, her steering and maneuvering thrusters had been damaged. She could still fly the ship, but just. As far as combat use was now concerned, her ship was useless. Kajtia now had 2 choices, return to the Terminator, or land and fight on the ground and come back for her ship later once the battle was over. Kajtia was a highly skilled fighter. Trained in various martial arts including Teras Kasi, plus specialised in hand to hand weapons combat, she would chose to do the latter without a second thought.

Finding a safe place to land, she rested her TIE Advance in a small crater. Well away from the fighting as far as she could tell anyway. She took off her helmet and took all her gear and weapons that she would need, including her own personal body force field shield. From there she would make her way on foot to the downed ship. She would follow through behind Kyle's men, since that was the logical thing to do. Her objective was to now slaughter anyone that Kyle or his men would happen to miss, and help him secure that downed ship.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Crash site
Objective: Survive and counter
Allies: [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Grim Vizsla"], [member="Alar Brokarra"], Mandalorian Crusaders
Enemies: [member="Kajtia Xiz'injhürek"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Kyle Amedis"], First Order
Gear: In signature
(2/20)

Just as soon as she was on her feet the volley of turbolaser fire from the TIE screaming overhead saw fit to fix that, kinetic force alone enough to send her tumbling backwards. It was there she remained for the duration of the passes made, and only once they ceased did Keira finally move, finally making her own way out of the cruiser, remaining a good few feet away from the crashed ship. Her senses spiked just as the warning was shouted, and in those few seconds before impact the majority of those that were able put ample distance between themselves and the corvette. And not a moment too soon, as the vessel was reduced to a flaming ruin in the next few seconds, a crude telekinetic barrier on her part blocking the shrapnel from harming those in the immediate vicinity.

"The aruetiise are too sharp for my liking." And thus was her delayed response to the commentary from another Crusader. It had only been a handful of minutes since they arrived, and already they were being pressed by heavy fire. The effort put forth made it clear they were seen as a threat, and she wanted to give them a reason to maintain that mentality for long after their departure from this world. Taking in a breath she let her ethereal senses branch out, finely tuned only for those that were to be held as enemy. What she felt wasn't anything beneficial to their cause, but they were capable of eliminating the numerous threats in time. All they needed was a moment or two to regroup, and they would be fine.

Her left hand flexed just slightly, and just like that she was ready for another fight. Force help the first soldier that came into sight. The rough landing and immediate assault hadn't done anything to improve the mood of the Crusaders, and they were more than ready to tear apart any opposition. "Company's coming pretty soon. Get ready to kill something, at any rate." There was one squad approaching that would close the distance any second now, and it was they she was more concerned about. As always seemed to be the case, she was pressing for the fight to begin, but wouldn't lash out until they came into sight. That was one of few measures of self-control that would be exercised.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Objective: 1
Location: Lantibba City
Allies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], First Order
Post: 3

Although the holoprojection of General Vaas had gone dark, Marzena’s gaze lingered in the space where it had been. The mere thought of visiting Ludolf on Dosuun made the corners of her painted lips curve into a mischievous smile. Marzena knew that she could look forward to a long night of... debriefing.

“Excuse me, Miss Choi...” The Captain’s voice broke into her reveries. “Your transport is ready.”

Marzena’s slim form rose gracefully from the chair, and she walked out the door without a word. The Captain offered his arm, and though the singer had mastered the art of walking in dangerously high heels, she accepted the additional support. As they continued to the hangar, she remained quiet and let her eyes wander about her unfamiliar surroundings. How out of place she must have looked...

“Thank you, Captain.” She said simply as he made sure she was settled into place inside the armored transport.

As her belongings had already been brought aboard, it seemed that everything was in order. Now she only needed to wait and let her pilot deliver her safely to the planet’s surface. Marzena’s Stormtrooper guards were ever present as well, and she watched them for a moment, wishing that they would humor her for once and engage in a bit of casual conversation. However, she knew that these men had been chosen based upon their prowess and not their congeniality.


Their journey was swift and uneventful, but in this kind of setting that was something of a blessing. She watched as the pilot skillfully brought the transport down into the arena’s adjoining docking bay. Marzena set about making sure her appearance was satisfactory before standing, and waited for the ramp to be lowered for her exit.

 

[Kajtia Xiz'injhürek]

Location: Near the downed ship
Objective: 4
Allies Near: [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], First Order
Enemies: [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"], Crusaders, Xeno Rebels
Post: 8 / 20

Kajtia would arrive not far from the downed ship when BOOM! The explosion was deafening. Debris, fragments and shrapnel could be seen flying in all sorts of directions. However Kajtia was far enough to not be harmed by any of it. She hoped that Kyle and his troopers would be fine too. Surely they would be. After all they weren't much further ahead than she was, and they did have their stormtrooper uniform and helmets to protect them from any rogue pieces of shrapnel that just happened to go in their direction.

Kajtia would run a little to hurry herself up. What she intended to do was to play sniper to help pick off anyone who would be a threat to Kyle and his men. Yet she would do more than that. She would shoot to kill at anyone not on her side that she saw coming out of that ship. Even if they happened to be women and children or non military. The enemy was the enemy after all, and her orders were to eliminate everyone, and an order she would adhere to by the letter.

She found an area that would provide the higher ground necessary for the task at hand, and only just under half a kilometre out from the downed ship. She quickly set up her rifle on a few rocks that would provide steadiness in holding the gun, plus made sure there were a few trees around to provide her some cover. She placed the small cage she was carrying on her back to the side, as for the purpose of what she was about to do, she wouldn't be needing it. The cage contained a baby Yaslamir, it was her perfect defence should she encounter any Jedi who wished to attack or challenge her. Of course it being just a baby, the creature would only cause a void in the Force on a small 5 metre radius. However that would suffice in the event if any Jedi decided to come up and close to her.

Kajtia then would lay on the floor and peep through the scope of her rifle and wait. Then she would see someone walk out the wreckage. Kajtia would wait as she noticed he was trying to help someone else out, a woman. Kajtia then took aim, and once the woman was out, she shot her down first and then the man before he even knew what had happened. Then Kajtia would wait again, camping, and as more survivors exited the ship slowly but frantically, she would pick them off one by one.

 

[Mav Halo]

Location: Crash Site
Objective: Engage and Destroy
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"], @Grim Viszla, [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Isley Verd"] | Other Mandalorian Crusaders
Enemies: [member="Kajtia Xiz'injhürek"], [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | First Order
Gear: Bevii'ragir, Aliit'gam, Beskad, Scattergun
Post Count: 2/20

Alar gritted her teeth as the First Order brought the hammer down, her bones rattling with every explosion that rained down on the corvette. It seemed their adversary was reacting faster and with more force they had initially anticipated. Jate. A slow mirthless grin formed beneath her visor as she pushed on at a steady pace, boots squelching in the mud as she joined the mass exodus and rush for cover. The stronger the opponent, the sweeter the victory. Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke. There would be plenty of gems formed this day. But first, as the roar and yells behind her underscored, they would need to make it clear of the crash landing site.

“<And I would move to meet them,>" She remarked with an eager bloodthirst colouring her words, pushing her shoulder against a crumbled section of wall that had been partially demolished by their descent. The pilots in the sky and the walker were enemies she could do next to nothing about, but the troopers on the ground would prove to be a different story entirely. The flurry of heavy snaps resounding behind her only served to feed her anticipation, the melodic symphony of one of her fellow crusaders initiating their counter attack, her heart singing with every round spent. This was what she had been looking for. This was the reason he had left Dxun. The jungle she hailed from might have been one never ending battle, but it paled in comparison to this. That was about survival; this was for glory. “<They would not risk shooting their own soldiers, ‘lek? As the Aruetiise say… > Danjer closs?"

The words, mangled by her mispronunciation of the basic tongue, had barely tumbled past her lips before a crusader staggered and fell, dead before she even hit the ground. Her companion, barely a few steps out from the corvette himself, followed suit a second later, a spray of arterial red turning his scream of ‘Ram’ser!’ into a disquieting death rattle. From the dark hue of the blood, Alar knew instinctively that he was beyond her ability to save, even if she could have reached him. The rest of the mandalorians were already dropping to the floor and hustling into covered positions, her comm channels alive as they tried to call in an aerial strike on the vicinity the shots had come from. “<Too exposed here. We stay, we die. Boxed in like cattle.>”

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Crash site
Objective: Bring some Mandocracy
Allies: Mandalorian Crusaders; [member="Keira Ticon"]; [member="Alar Brokarra"]; [member="Oron Verd"]; [member="Isley Verd"]
Enemies: First Order; [member="Ludolf Vaas"]; [member="Kajtia Xiz'injhürek"]; [member="Kyle Amedis"]
Gear: Eukgar'gam /w Jump pack; Wrist weaponry - [x],[x],[x], [x] ; Loadout: 1, 3 / 1,2 / 2,2,3,4
Post Count: [2/20]

The laser bombardment by the starfighter had thrown Vizsla off his feet and away from the crash site. Many did not have that luck as they perished. The First Order were proving to be a ruthless foe and more challenging. This made the Mandalorian more excited but more cautious in his moves. Grim was not dying today, at least he did not want to. A heavy armored Crusader had taken to eliminate the threat of the starfighter after a karking AT-AT had fired a volley of heavy laser fire upon them. Fortunately, most Mandalorians had been able to extract themselves from the burning pit of doom that was the corvette.

Regrouping and taking cover in various places, Grim noticed on his helmet's data feed that the Mandalorian firing a heavy looking weapon had been able to deliver damage upon the annoying starfighter that had been commencing bombing runs every other moment. One threat seemed down but the AT-AT and the numerous stormtroopers coming on their position were a big threat. Especially when Grim had not brought with him any anti-heavy vehicle armament.

"Y'all got to worry more about that karking AT-AT, babes." He called out to the two female armor clad Mandalorians that were having some sort of a motivational conversation. "I ain't got me no heavy vehicle weapons and I ain't got no idea where the kark them Aquilas are, vode but I ain't letting no snowmen get any closer than that."

Grim dashed towards a cover from the remains of the corvette, getting closer to the approaching stormtroopers squad.

"I'ma show you why they call this the Lil Monster, stormies. Lil Mando Monster." Toggling the safety off and on one knee, Grim aimed at the closely approaching fanned out Stormtroopers. "I'm gonna give you my love~"

The Vizsla pulled the trigger and a barrage of .38 special ammo was fired to greet them. He had to keep them from closing the damn distance while someone took care of their greater threat - the damn AT-AT.

 

[Isar Kislo]

Objective 4
Allies: Xeno Rebels
Enemies: [member="Greifen Ren"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"]

Seizing the opportunity presented by the precision fire of the sniper pair, Isar crossed the terrain maintaining as much cover as was possible. For the most part, the First Order troops seemed very well focused on their objective, but they were a proper military fighting force. As such, Isar certainly expected elements of them to have been assigned to perimeter security.

Diving beside a large boulder, Isar surveyed the remaining eight hundred or so meters to the Xeno Village. Glacier-blue eyes continuously swept the horizon, allowing the Force to speak to him. However, as he expanded his presence, the cold grip of darkness hit him much stronger than before. There were multiple force users among the FO troops.

As he'd been taught by his master, [member="Ryan Korr"], Isar calmed his mind and slowly pushed out all various distractions. Allowing the majority of his senses to melt into the turbulent current of the Force, Isar followed the shifting until he was able to determine a point where the Force was not merely existing. Instead it seemed to coalesce and move between two specific points, two specific people. The movement around one of the points seemed much more fluid and dense.

Withdrawing himself slowly from the near-meditative state, Isar exhaled softly. A master and their student, perhaps? Didn't matter, right now they just needed to be stopped, but it would be foolish for him to directly interface with those trained in the Force as he was; especially with armed troops supporting them.

Coming back to his feet, Isar ran parallel to the position of the First Order troops as fast as he could, utilizing the terrain to mask his movement wherever possible. As more shots from the snipers continued to pepper the enemy location, the Jedi Padawan arrived at the extreme left flank of the First Order. Darting from position to position to keep from presenting an easy target, the blue-blade of Isar's lightsaber connected with the first two troopers before he'd ever been seen.

And now...the hard part began.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

((OOC: So sorry for the delay - been overseas for work))
Rocantor Bay Colony
Enemies: [member="Boo Chiyo"]

The familiar sensation reached out to Marcello through the Force, but he could also plainly see the impending danger this time. Allowing a thin smirk to settle over his features, the Rogue Master continued to charge ahead towards the boy. For a moment, it would seem as if Marcello was content to simply run directly into the debris.

In most combat applications, Marcello preferred to meld most of his senses into the Force. A lifetime of war and loss, success and failure, had to taught the Naboo noble how to properly employ all of the weapons at his disposal. With a free hand, the Jedi manipulated an invisible barrier of force energy in front of him. Prior to the moment of impact with the debris, Marcello motioned outward with his hand, propelling the barrier forward. The resultant effect theoretically should have been plenty to deflect the debris enough to keep from hitting him.

However, Marcello didn't particularly wait to find out as the deflect was immediately followed by a release of all the energy he'd been building up in his body during the charge. A large swath of blinding Force Light raced out across the remaining distance to the Sith Knight as Marcello closed to within striking range.

 

[Kajtia Xiz'injhürek]

Location: Sniper position near the downed ship
Objective: 4
Allies Near: [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], First Order
Enemies: [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Isar Kislo"], [member="Alar Brokarra"], [member="Grim Vizsla"], Crusaders, Xeno Rebels
Post: 9 / 20

As Kajtia continued to camp in her respective higher ground position, she would recognise what undoubtedly was a Jedi, actually a Dark Jedi by the look of it.. And he had just slain two of the First Order Troopers. Damn Jedi scumbag you! Kajtia would curse under her breath as she selected her new target. Carefully she would aim her rifle at him. It would be a hard shot. Not because of how far he was, not because she wasn't capable. No it would be hard simply because he was a Jedi, and he had the Force to alert him of the pending danger. Yet he was busy striking down First Order troopers in his direct vicinity. It was possible, Kajtia would presume, that one of her deadly blaster bolts could slip past his defences and take him out. Of course if she failed, it would mean that she would compromise her own strategic position to him, yet it did not concern her one bit. If he came anywhere within 5 metres of her, the Ysalamri which he would never suspect her having would void him of the Force, putting her on equal fighting ground as him. Kajtia carefully took aim. The Jedi would appear rather large through her scope. She then took the shot and fired 2 rapid burst in succession, both shots immediately on course on a deadly path that would head straight for the Dark Jedi Oron Verd.

(Had modify this. The Jedi I now have fired a sniper shot at is dark Jedi [member="Oron Verd"]. [member="Isar Kislo"] is in a completely different part of the battle to where Kajtia is and I did a boo boo. I have therefore edited to shoot at Oron instead since he is at the crash site and it was he who fired on my TIE and forced me to land. My apologies for the original error).

 

[OK-3103]

Post: 1
Objective: Bring your own

“Lanteeb," said Meneer, in the brisk tone he used to brief his men, as they were in hyperspace en route to the planet. "The only human-habitable planet in the Malor-Seventy-seven system. As you can see, it's located more or less equidistant between Rattatak and Bespin, right on the edge of the Outer Rim Territories and far off all the major hyperspace lanes."

"In other words," said a fellow lieutenant with a grin, "smack bang in the middle of nowhere."

"Colloquial, but true," said Meneer. "Topographically it's got three landmasses, only one of which is inhabited. There's a single spaceport facility in a small city that doubles as the planet's capital. Otherwise the Lanteebans live in widely scattered villages. They're farmers and miners. Until very recently, they were a self-governing independent settlement with no reason for anyone to give them a second look. Just another spinning rock in the unheeded wasteland of the Outer Rim."

"Given its obscurity and distance from anything or anywhere of galactic importance," said Meneer, “You’re probably wondering if it has anything worth stealing.”

“Well, they mine Damotite. They've got the only known remaining, accessible supply. But it's a mineral with a few limited applications. It used to be a lot more widely used, but times change. So there's no advantage to controlling its supply."

He knew what they were all thinking so answered the question. “But despite this information, we invade anyway.”

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Marzena Choi"] [member="Kajtia Xiz'injhürek"] [member="OK-3103"] [member="Kyle Amedis"]
Enemies: [member="Grim Vizsla"] [member="Alar Brokarra"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Isley Verd"]

Ludolf couldn't help but smile at the lingering thought of exploring Marzena Choi after this business on Lanteeb was over. These thoughts were strictly non-military and in fact had nothing to do with the objective at hand, which was to deal death to as many people as possible, but Vaas, in a rare moment of weakness, allowed them to linger for another second before returning to the task at hand.

Amedis and his Stormtroopers were converging on the crash site, and although some Mandalorians had perished in the descent as well as by his AT-AT fire, they were beginning to form up and find resistance. Fortunately, he had destroyed their ship completely. Ludolf also thought he caught sight of a downed TIE pilot making for cover. He would assist his men in every way he could.

First, he opened up a comm channel to a reliable officer, Meneer Chrome.

"Lieutenant," The General's stark voice came through on the other end, "Your men are required to deal with a Mandalorian threat. Sending coordinates now. See you planetside."

That was all that needed to be said, and General Vaas cut short the transmission almost as soon as he started it. Meanwhile, he trained his walker's MS-1 cannons on the small dots of Mandalorians in the distance. It would be difficult to accurately snipe them from such a distance, but with any luck the sheer force and power of his walker's cannons would at least take out a few of them, and at the very least, he would provide Amedis' squadron with some cover fire. General Vaas squeezed the trigger, and rounds emitted from the walker's cannons in volleys of two, aimed at Grim Viszla and his men.

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Meanwhile, the arena in Lantibba city was already bustling with activity. Marzena Choi would arrive to find a stadium beginning to fill to capacity in anticipation of her presence. The humans of Lanteeb had already been preparing for Choi's concert, with a large holoscreen advertising Marzena Choi decorating the streets outside the stadium, her visage carved across the Lantibba City skyline. And of course, once Marzena departed her shuttle, she would find a wrangler appointed by the First Order to greet her, whose sole purpose was to ensure her comfort during the visit.

"Miss Choi, it is an honor," The man said with a reverential bow. "My name is Nolen Calark. General Vaas asked me to personally oversee your backstage amenities. If you'll follow me this way, I'll take you to our backstage facilities... we've got your backstage room fully catered, including a juice bar... is there anything I can get you to drink, Miss Choi?"

 

[OK-3103]

Post 2

"Well, when I saw the brief, it's true that I did make a point of learning what I could about Lanteeban society. But mainly what I turned up was a smattering of history, so sit back, children, and let me tell you a story. It pays to be forewarned.”

"Lanteeb was colonized hundreds of years ago, by humans from Rocantor," he began. "Some kind of religious or political falling-out, I'm not sure exactly. You know what the Rocantori are like, they never tell you anything unless they're practically at blasterpoint. But I believe it's that cultural inheritance that explains Lanteeb's xenophobia."

“You see over a thousand years ago the humans on Rocantor were infected by a plague that jumped the species barrier from the Rocanar — the planet's original sentient inhabitants. There was massive loss of life. When the last of the funeral pyres stopped burning, the surviving Rocantor humans took over. Banned all sentient nonhumans from the planet."