Faction Droid Malfeasance | Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders

[Vreegan Fett]

Word had reached the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders of a rogue GRX Commander, once considered a third-generation tactical droid for the Trade Federation's vast warmachine, had rebelled against its programming and was threatening to derail the planned offensive against the Galactic Alliance over the Shipyards of Kuat.

The droid's ambition had driven him to carve out a small dominion on Yitabo, a major agricultural world where he rapidly assembled a formidable army of droids—an eclectic mix of ancient models and the latest technology to protect his fortress in a small valley.

Manda’lor the Anointed Carduul Akahl , was resolute in his drive to swiftly eliminate this threat, convening a council of Alors and Clans loyal to the Neo-Crusader Movement on Mandalore. He delivered an impassioned speech that resonated deeply, sending ripples of inspiration across the entire planet.

“We will not let this droid menace take root,” he declared, his voice steady and resolute.

“Before we embark on our assault on Kuat, we must cleanse our home of this blight. We will strike hard and fast, dismantling this droid army before it can threaten our mission. Prepare your weapons, rally your warriors—the fate of Yitabo, and perhaps even Kuat, rests on our shoulders.”.

The air was thick with the tension of impending conflict, as they prepared to unleash the fury of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders against a foe that sought to deny the Great Crusade's efforts to reshape the galaxy.

// SETPIECES //:
-- Yitabo
-- Yitabo was settled by members of the Borneck, Saurin, and Wookiee species.

// RELEVANT LINKS //:
-- Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders
-- GRX Commander
-- The Trade Federation |:| 900 ABY |:|
-- Reactived Droid Army

 

[Tarrak]

@Open​

The streamlined starship emitted a soft hum as it navigated through the upper atmosphere of Yitabo, revealing a distant landscape characterized by a mosaic of lush greens and earthy browns. However, Kuul Krefiss perceived little beauty in the terrain below.

As the First Mandalorian Knight of the Neo-Crusaders, she had mastered the art of emotional detachment, a necessary skill in the face of the tumult that often accompanied her responsibilities and the call of the Force.

Her years of rigorous training had transformed her into a formidable weapon, a living testament to Mandalorian principles: strength, honor, and an unwavering dedication to their cause. Yet, as she observed the swirling clouds that concealed her destination, a flicker of uncertainty invaded her thoughts. Would this confrontation truly validate her existence, or was she merely a pawn in a grander scheme, destined to replicate the failures of generations before her?

Kuul's history was a complex tapestry of grief and perseverance, interwoven with moments of victory and the memories of her fallen comrades. The echoes of their voices resonated within her, serving as a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of Field Marshal Vreegan Fett .

Nevertheless, she pressed forward under the banners of the Mando'a, not for her own sake, but for her vode who relied on her to either join them or perish in the attempt.

"We are nearing the droid facility now, Knight Krefiss," announced the Mandalorian pilot as they touched down on the outskirts of the valley, where the droid army would remain unaware of their presence.

"Very well—let us dismantle this operation in the name of Mand'alor," she replied in a subdued tone, pondering whether the destruction of the droid army on Yitabo would finally quell the doubts that plagued her, or if it would merely deepen the emotional void she had so meticulously maintained.

 

[Warai Tetsuya]

Warai Tetsuya

| Location | Yitabo​

| Objective | Decommission some droids​

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Warai leaned forward in his seat, his hand gripping the sheathe to his blade, while the other rested atop the hilt as it was resting against the floor of the dropship. While a newer member of the Neo-Crusades, he was no stranger to battle, simply adding his strengths and experience to the cause, and if fate would allow it, bring glory and honor to the Tetsuya clan name.​

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The Mandalorian clad in samurai-esque beskar'gam glanced up as the pilot announced their prompt arrival to the objective, prompting the Atrisian to stand up as he quickly slipped the sheathe of his blade through the gaps in his braided belt, before reaching over to check that his energy bow was secured to his back. Whereas most of the Crusaders opted for more modern weaponry, Warai was particularly skilled and effective in using older Atrisian weaponry forged to suit his liking.​

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His body rocked subtly as the dropship experienced some turbulence, a palm resting over the kashira of his katana and his other hand resting over his forearm. He glanced over at the younger Falleen before making a preemptive remark, "Let us indeed! Die well in the name of Mand'alor." Despite their enemy being droids, there was still the likelihood that some of them would fall. The simple comment was made so that even if they were to die, at least they should die well for a cause worth fighting for.​

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Tarrak

 

[Saverok]

Droids.

The word itself made his lip curl in disgust. Lifeless, hollow machines that didn't bleed, didn't scream, didn't break the way flesh and bone did. No fear in their eyes, no agony in their last moments. Just cold steel collapsing into scrap. How pathetic.

He let out a slow, deliberate breath before shaking his head, his voice thick with contempt. "What a pitiful waste of a battlefield." Some warriors glanced his way, wary. They should be. Saverok was not a man who fought for honor, or duty, or cause. He fought for the thrill! For the pleasure and sensation! Cracking his knuckles one by one, He imagined a real fight. A man fighting tooth and nail, squirming beneath his grip. The way ribs snapped with just the right amount of pressure. The sulfuric surge and agony of xenoboric acid or lava melting off Saveroks own arms, just to ensure the kill and take in the moment. But no. Instead, they were going to war against lifeless machines.

His lip curled, and he mimicked a exhale sharply through his maw. Disgusting.

He flexed his fingers, rolling his shoulders like a beast caged too long. "They don't scream. They don't cry. They don't fight to survive." His voice darkened, taking on a sinister edge. "Just metal crunching under my fists. No terror. No suffering. No fun." His red eyes flicked toward the warriors near him, his sneer widening. "Maybe I should find something else to break instead," he mused, his voice thick with cruel amusement.

His eyeless gaze fell on the nearest and newest addition to this rendition of the Neo-Crusaders. The Mandalorian Knight.

" Mmmm. Im eager to see what the feth you think you can do. Try not to slip in oil, Knight." The Gen'dai said aloud and chuckled.

Tarrak Warai Tetsuya

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent crossed his arms as the shuttle continued through hyperspace toward the Crusader's next destination. He was thinking about the future of Clan Warnel and how he would begin to bring it back to the fore. His Clan would need a place to call home, mentors, builders, farmers, and everything else that makes a Clan function. It was a monumental task, but he was ready.

"Dropping out of hyperspace now," the pilot of the shuttle stated in a matter-of-fact voice as they re-entered real space. Brent's body moved to the vibrations and slight turbulence of real space, but other than that, he had not reacted.

There were other Vod with him on this shuttle, readying themselves for the fight on the planet below.

A droid uprising? How had that occurred? If one droid could upend its programming and begin to do what it wanted, who was to say they all couldn't? It was an interesting train of thought, but not something he wished to dwell on. He was here on the orders of Mand'alor and would do his bidding.

"Entering the upper atmosphere, ETA is 5," the pilot stated.

Brent continued to sit and think for a few more minutes before he heard, "ETA 1 minute." He unbuckled himself from the shuttle's walls and began to go over his armor and weapons, double-checking everything. Rifle, pistols, accessories, ammo, and anything else he needed for a potential prolonged engagement with an entrenched foe.

Brent had little experience fighting droids of the trade federation, and none fighting droids under the command of a GRX Commander Droid. While this seemed like a run-of-the-mill minor rebellion he and the Vod around him would need to put down, things were rarely this easy or straightforward. He prepared his mind for what was to come, and when the shuttle landed and Neo-Crusaders spilled forth, Brent was among them.

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Warai Tetsuya Tarrak Saverok

 

[Veyko Agapoui]

GRX Commander " GA-3ER " | Yitabo Droid Army
Saverok Warai Tetsuya Tarrak Brent Warnel
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"Commander, we are picking up a trace amount of heat signature. Likely from starship engines though we have nothing on our scanners." the voice of the OOM Command Droid emanated from a nearby command terminal, having detected what seemed to be a heat signature from tibanna fuel. However, the scanners revealed no visible evidence of any dropship or shuttle.

Considering that the Droid Army had deactivated all spaceports within the fortress vicinity, the situation appeared to be quite suspicious, suggesting the emergence of a formidable threat to his control over the agricultural planet.

"It is improbable that this is a case of mistaken identification, considering the substantial heat signature you have observed, even at minimal levels. Deploy a reconnaissance team to conduct an investigation and ensure that they submit a detailed report." GA-3ER spoke in a monotone voice as he activated a tactical display on the holographic table.

The blue color indicated the fortress and his forces, while red would be designated for the enemy, contingent upon the scout team's report confirming the presence of hostile forces.

Should they succeed in penetrating the fortress's outer defenses, it would provide him with the opportunity to devise a plan to overpower and eradicate the intruders before they could disable the generators that sustain the army's control signal.

"Scout Team 19 and Scout Team 20, go to coordinates 357 by 3586 near the entrance to the valley." The command droid transmitted a message to two small units of Droid Combat Speeders, which swiftly departed from the vehicle hangars of the fortress, heading towards the position of the unaware Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders.

 

[Tarrak]

Brent Warnel Warai Tetsuya Saverok Veyko Agapoui [Sub-Account]​

She paid close attention as the sound of the droid ships' engines gradually diminished, her body ready in the event of anti-air fire from the droid fortress nearby, although none was directed towards them which meant that they were unspotted for the moment.

Her gaze focused on Warai Tetsuya as he readied himself for battle, and she acknowledged him with a gentle nod, honoring their embodiment of Mandalorian ideals—an unwavering pursuit of glory and honor.

Kuul displayed no signs of camaraderie, instead speaking in her characteristic monotone, "And die we shall..." She was not a fully recognized member of the Mandalorian Crusaders, but rather a powerful instrument to be utilized and discarded at the earliest opportunity.

Her only source of protection lay in the Field Marshal who had taken her in and nurtured her. The remarks of Saverok , the distorted Gen'dai warrior, resonated with Kuul, yet she maintained her composure, uttering only a single statement to express her discontent.

"Your hostility towards me is justified, that is for certain. Just remember, our enemy doesn't have the same sense of humor as we do." her expression beneath the helmet was one of dismissal, as the shuttle landed in a small clearing close to the valley's entrance. It was evident to anyone with even a modicum of awareness the unmistakable hum of speeders were approaching, their distinctive sound cutting through the air.

Without hesitation, she withdrew her Looted Curved Lightsaber from its holster, the white blade igniting with a flash as it came to life, readying herself for whatever confrontation lay ahead.

 

[Saverok]

"Your hostility towards me is justified, that is for certain. Just remember, our enemy doesn't have the same sense of humor as we do." her expression beneath the helmet was one of dismissal, as the shuttle landed in a small clearing close to the valley's entrance. It was evident to anyone with even a modicum of awareness the unmistakable hum of speeders were approaching, their distinctive sound cutting through the air.

Without hesitation, she withdrew her Looted Curved Lightsaber from its holster, the white blade igniting with a flash as it came to life, readying herself for whatever confrontation lay ahead.

" Eat your own advice!" He barked as the shuttle came to land. The Mandalorian Knight Tarrak was first to dismount. The snap-hiss of her blade drew the Gen'dais attention briefly. That paired with the sound of speeders incoming and his psyche shifted. His head went on a swivel and the instinct to exit the shuttle was impressed apon him. With a agile, but heavy, leap he dismounted. The ground beneth shook slightly and dust stirred out from under cleated beskar boots. The dirt wafted towards the sky, joining in with the unsettled dust from the shuttle and suddenly the scene changed to one of combat. Voices shouted out in stern discipline and aggression. Voices that all sounded the same but had no origin in his perception. Then came blaster fire and the autonomous taunts of battle droids. Then in an instant it faded away and Saverok could only look around briefly to adjust to what was the Clone Wars.

" Clankers. Thats what I used to call them. During the War." He said lowly and heaved the rather large weapon from its sling and into a combat ready position in his grasp. With a click and flip of a switch the weapon shrieked to life in ascending high pitched tones in till the core of the weapon was heated up promptly. " Droids are such a karking buzz kill. Theres nothing to squeeze out of them and take in, except yourself...Heheh. You remember that, Knight. Remember that well." He warned and twitched slightly. His tone was slightly softer but aggressive. As if it was advice to be used for the fight? Or was it?

" 10,000 credits to the vod that kills the most!"

Warai Tetsuya Veyko Agapoui Brent Warnel

 

[Warai Tetsuya]

Warai Tetsuya

| Location | Yitabo​

| Objective | Decommission some droids​

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Warai had unsheathed his energy bow as they made landfall, already weary of staying in a cramped space. The Gen'dai wasted little time in making their presence known as they immediately went on a rampaging charge in search of carnage. The Atrisian Mandalorian chuckled to himself as he had listened to the banter. He didn't understand the animosity between the two, but he understood himself well enough to not let the comments spoil his mood. Live or die, they all still followed the life of a Mandalorian.​

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The sound of speeders fast approaching their location was a clear enough indication that their presence had not gone unnoticed. He straightened up as his fingers curled around the nocking point as he took in a slow, deep breath, closing his eyes as he focused on the incoming sounds. A short moment later he straightened up and shifted his grip before pulling the bowstring back, an arrow of yellow energy forming as he shifted his aim up slightly.​

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The sounds grew louder as he eyed the silhouette of the speeders through the trees, taking note of their speed and trajectory before leading his shot. A single release of his fingers and the arrow flew straight and true, the yellow streak piercing the droid manning one of the speeders directly in the chest. The droid crumpled as the speeder lost control and careened into the ground before promptly crashing. Warai exhaled before lowering his bow as the other droid was trying to figure out where the shot came from, "Well thanks to our large vod, it seems the element of surprise is gone. Let's make this quick and move on to foes more deserving of our prowess."​

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Tarrak | Saverok | Brent Warnel | Veyko Agapoui

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent and the troops with him began the trek to the valley interior where the Droid Commander had dug in. He was en route to link up with Saverok , Tarrak , and Warai Tetsuya as his shuttle had landed east of theirs so as not to bunch up all their forces.

So far, they had not made contact with any enemy forces, and Brent had not heard of anything in the distance. They continued their march toward the enemy and awaited contact.

It didn't take long before a leading Mandalorian held up his fist, and their group stopped, eyes and ears peeled. Off in the distance, they heard what could only be an explosion or heavy crash of some sort in the direction of where the other shuttle had landed.

"It appears our friends may have met the enemy before us. What a shame," Brent said to the men around him, laughing.

"Contact front. Speeders heading towards our other unit," the leading Mando called out.

"Hit 'em with rockets," Brent snapped.

Brent's helmet's MacroBinoculars engaged, targeting one of the speeders. The squad's helmets synced so every enemy was targeted equally, ensuring the droid speeders would all be hit. "Fire," Brent said.

Missiles flew forth from his squad and trailed the droid speeders until they impacted, the detonations ripping the speeders apart and throwing the wreckage in all directions. Brent and the team continued to scan to ensure no droids were left standing. Once they were confident they had disabled all the droids, Brent comm'd the other units, "Warnel to Mandalorian's on the ground, we just engaged and destroyed some type of droid recon speeders; we're continuing toward the valley."

 

[Veyko Agapoui]

GRX Commander " GA-3ER " | Yitabo Droid Army
Saverok Warai Tetsuya Tarrak Brent Warnel
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"Commander, Scout Team 19 and Scout Team 20 have been rendered inoperational but they have made confirmed contact with some sort of enemy force. Downloading data streams to the tactical display" The OOM Command Droid reported at the terminal, observing the diminishing count of their forces as each control signal was lost, resulting in the disappearance of the two units of Droid Combat Speeders as they stopped transmitting combat data to the fortress.

The tactical droid analyzed the information from the monitor and remained unfazed, as it depicted a wave of rockets and a small strike team in the northern end of the valley.

While these two incidents may appear unrelated, there existed only one force in the region with sufficient military strength to terminate the droid occupation of Yitabo: the Mandalorian Crusaders.

"The analysis of the combat data retrieved indicates that we are confronted with a concerted offensive by the Mandalorians on two separate fronts. This strategy appears to be aimed at fragmenting our forces, allowing them to implement a divide-and-conquer approach. However, this tactical miscalculation will likely lead to their destruction, as they lack the necessary firepower to breach our defenses in either direction " GA-3ER explained these findings in a monotone manner.

Using his internal processors to perform risk assessments, battle analysis, and statistical evaluations regarding the likelihood of the Mandalorians successfully penetrating the fortress, ultimately concluding that their capabilities were significantly insufficient based on the data received.

"Octo 1 and Octo 2, prepare to engage the enemy forces," the GRX Commander instructed through the communication device on his head, poised to personally oversee the battle from a location away from terminals that could be directly compromised by the enemy.

The two Octuptarra Magna Tri-Droids emerged from the underground deployment bays, making the ground tremble as they walked slowly towards the enemy.

 

[Tarrak]

Brent Warnel Warai Tetsuya Saverok Veyko Agapoui [Sub-Account]​

He paid little attention to the comments made by the Gen'dai Saverok as they dismantled droid after droid. Utilizing his telekinetic bond with the Looted Curved Lightsaber, he deftly severed the fuel line of one of the droid combat speeders approaching them, causing it to crash into the debris pile expertly created by Warai Tetsuya 's proficiency in ranged combat.

Just as they were about to confront the remaining droids, the timely arrival of Brent Warnel alleviated such a predicament.

A barrage of rockets descended upon them, scattering debris across the landing zone and compromising the element of surprise, as the Yitabo Droid Army was likely dispatching additional troops to compensate for their losses.

He could feel the ground shake and tremble as two Octuptarra Magna Tri-Droids could be seen in the distance their cannons humming to life with a resounding roar, as Laser cannons were brought to full force on the landing zone.

" Those droids are impressive but ancient - we need to disable their legs if we have any chance of saving our landing craft from destruction." Tarak uttered a quiet grunt as he moved on all fours across the ground, seeking a clearer perspective of the adversary ahead.

Given their limited firepower, it was crucial for them to leverage the droid's mass to their advantage.

 

[Saverok]

Saverok's eyes narrowed as the Octuptarra Magna Tri-Droids stomped forward, their heavy steps shaking the ground like war drums of a long-dead army. Clone Wars tech. He recognized them instantly. They had once been the terror of infantry units, cutting down squads with merciless efficiency.

And yet, here they were—ancient, outdated, but still standing.

His lip curled in something between a smirk and a grimace. Relics. That's what they were. Just like him. But unlike him, they hadn't changed. No evolution. No growth. Just the same mindless programming, still fighting wars that had ended lifetimes ago. He let out a dry chuckle as he hefted his MWC-35c "Staccato Lightning" repeating cannon up onto his shoulder, the weight of the weapon grounding him in the moment. The situation was bad, but that only made him eager.

"Those droids are impressive but ancient—" Tarak's words rang in his ears, but Saverok was already moving. He didn't need to be told twice.

"Then let's put 'em down with the rest of history!" he barked, his deep voice carrying over the chaos.

His jetpack ignited with a deafening roar, blue flame kicking up dust and debris as he launched himself forward, boots barely grazing the ground before he was airborne. His massive frame moved with surprising speed, the sheer force of his takeoff sending a shockwave through the rubble below. "Vode! Hit their legs while I keep their eyes on me!" He gestured sharply with his free hand before gripping his cannon, its barrels spinning to life with a high-pitched whine.

Blaster fire from the droids lanced through the sky, their turrets tracking his movement, but he was already moving, zigzagging through the air with the precision of a mad man. Particle beams sent the Gen'dai into a twirl and a spin before he recovered. And then, he opened fire spraying the droids with a crimson rain.

Tags: Brent Warnel Tarrak Warai Tetsuya Armel Veyko Agapoui