Escalation Protocol | CIS Dominion of Manda (Y,46)

[Kurenai Yumi]

...Location: Outside city behind Enemy Lines
...Objective: Neutralize Enemy Armored ATAT Units
...Part 2

The dark brown muddy dirt crunched under her boots, the distance thumping of heavy cannon and fighter fights off in the distance as she made her way closer. Tail and hide was the strategist, keep close but out of sight until more reinforcements arrive to stall the advance of the enemy forces from entering the city. Suddenly a buzzing came from her ear, soon replaced with the sound of [member="Maple Harte"] and her very lighthearted tone of voice, causing Kurenai to give a small sigh, 'don't tell me she is going all looney at a time like this'. Ducking down behind a small outcropping the veteran mercenary contacted the ex-Jedi, "Maple, I am not sure what you are talking about but remember, I am behind enemy lines outside the city, you are inside the city, your main objective is to take out high priority targets from afar, field officer, heavy troopers, that sort of thing understand"?

While waiting for a reply a second call came though, "hold on for a bit Maple, I got a new beep". quickly switching over to the other frequency, "hmmm, command, I was not expecting you to call back so soon, anything new to tell me"? "Yes and yes, the General [member="Azmodan"] has just made landfall at the front of the enemy forces making way towards the city, that should bog down their infantry and lighter units for the time being". "General Azmodan hu...", "You know him"? "Hard not to, the guy is quite old, ruthless, been a mercenary even before the plague from what I hear". No not hear, had seen first hand, when still a mercenary she had been somewhat in the company of the goliath at least once a century. Seemed in that time the beast became even more extreme lading the job in the CIS that was originally going to go to her before going AWOL, 'hmmm, I doubt he would remember my face, besides I no longer go by that name'. "Anyways in addition some fighters under [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] have broken through the blockade so light CAS will be avliaable should you need it, command over and out", "Roger that, proceeding".

Jumping out of cover Kurenai could start to see the enemy ATATs slowing down, the new and deadly force slowing down the infantry causing the imperials to second guess things, giving her much needed advantage of getting close. With Azmodan at their front she doubted they would dare look behind, least lose their heads, well at least the majority, seemed the Imps were smart enough to have a light rear guard, but nothing she couldn't handle. Using the force Kuernai conjured up a small dust cloud from the east, simulating a small wind gust to blow over the back lines, the woman quickly using the cover to get closer to the rear guard unnoticed, an unlucky soul to be in her way, a swift jab to a pressure point on their neck. The body falling to the ground unconscious, Kurenai continuing one like nothing had happened, keeping low and out of sight, each passing second getting closer to her first target.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Objective: Siege [Fight off the Loyalists/Protect the City]​

Standing With: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [Madalena]​

Location: Southern Sector​

Goals: Take control of an AT-ST. Go buck nutty.​

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The golden-haired Mandalorian Protector hadn’t minded the ride down in the drop pod. Not as much as some of the Confederate troops. There was a member of the Knights Obsidian that had traveled to the ground with them that was still hunched over near the hatch, puking her innards out, to the point where Daisy was afraid she might pass out. If they’d of been in the bathroom of a seedy cantina she would have held her hair back but instead, she held the butt of an All-Fate disruptor rifle knocked against her shoulder for stability. She had a wealth of other goodies concealed by her jetpack.

“We’ve gotta get a move on so you’re gunna have to pop a cork in it darlin’…”, she called over her shoulder, once again, wearing her beloved white and purple armor. Sometimes she wore the standard gear that the Protectors had access to but she didn’t quite feel at home in it yet. The beskar that she’d brought from Concord Dawn held history with her. Daisy just wasn’t ready to let it go.

Speaking of letting things go, she was still wholly, and completely, confused by her personality switch. [member="Scherezade deWinter"] had finally gone through with her plans for a memory wipe. In her place stood someone new. Someone who knew her, cared for her, but at the same time felt very alien. Madalena looked different. Sounded, different. She even hooted and hollered on the way down to terra firma like she was on an amusement park ride. She was a cookie cutter of what a girl was supposed to be.

Happy. With, to be honest, pretty decent fashion sense.

It was just plain freaky.

“Mads—How’s it look over there? Clear?”

The body snatched version of her best friend currently had her six while they scoped out the siege conditions first hand. They hadn’t moved too far from their drop pod yet but it was because of their sick coworker. Some people just couldn’t handle high velocity dumps through the atmosphere. In the distance, they could hear a variety of blaster fire. More than that, there were the heavy, ground shaking vibrations of Imperial Walkers making an advance. They wouldn’t be able to stand still for long.

Hitting the correct channels on her comm she tried to contact the rest of the CIS forces. Either for instructions or intel they needed to stay in contact with one another. These Loyalists on Manda weren’t playing around. She’d just caught the tail end of a few other units confirming successful landings and or their immediate perceived threats. << This is Daisy Jane checking in for the CIS. To anyone who can hear [[member="Harmony"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="A'Runda"], [member="Maple Harte"], [member="Azmodan"], [member="Kyrinov"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]] ah’m in the southern-most sector. There is some heavy movement from the stormie-dressed infantry and at least a couple AT-AT’s. Maybe a few chicken walkers too. We’ll be joinin’ the fray soon. Any air support would be most appreciated. >>

Ah, chicken walkers. What Daisy wouldn’t give to be able to run an AT-ST around and pull a bunch of dirty moves when the bad guys weren’t looking. It had concussion grenade launchers. Twin blaster cannons. Seafoam-Blue-Green eyes looked back toward the brunette Madalena. AT-ST’s only really needed one pilot and one gunner… “So uh…Hey Madsy…How do ya feel about chicken?”

“We gonna get us a walker.”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: Siege [Fight off the Loyalists/Protect the City]
Standing With: [member="Daisy Americus"]
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 4 Glitter Bullets, A crate with 15 bomb strapped baby Hutts
Location: Southern Sector
Goals: Take control of an AT-ST. Go buck nutty.

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To be free one must give up a part of one's self.

She had performed falls like this thousands of times. The Coruscanti-born Madalena Antares had a horrible hobby of umping off balconies that were high up and using oncoming traffic, jumping from speeder to speeder. Once she had figured out how to enhance her physical abilities with the Force, it had become one of her favorite pastimes until she and her twin brother decided to leave. She missed it - the freedom, the air whooshing by her face. She'd even removed her helmet to enjoy this free-fall, screaming like a crazy sugar-high child at an amusement park. Her body twisted and turned in the air by her will, and a few times she even waved her hands around like a bird. Granted, many of her movements were limited because of the drop pod, but it was close enough to her sweet memories to bring the widest of smiles on her face.

Despite this joy and happiness, Madalena kept a close eye on her friend, Daisy Jane, making sure nothing went wrong with her pod. Most of the Confederates that made the jump with them were faceless soldiers. Not people she'd outright use as a meat shield, but definitely people for whom her level of care was much lower compared than the one she had for her friend.

Someone was hurling on the ground. Daisy was trying to help, drawing a giggle from Madalena who used the time to check their immediate surroundings. She spread her presence around with the Force, reaching forth, looking for signs of life. There it was. Grinning like a kitten who's just found cream, Madalena placed the crate in her hands down on the ground and turned a corner just as Daisy asked if it was clear.

A knife was in Madalena's hand, and the scout's neck was open wide and doing that fountain thing before anyone could say Bob's Yer Uncle.

"We're shiny!" she screamed as she walked back into view, her armor already bloodied. She wouldn't have had it any other way. Missions with the Knights were important, but the important was always more fun when her friend Daisy was around. Madalena utterly adored the blonde ex-Mandalorian. The sunshine Daisy had to offer to those around her was more viral than a rakhoul plague and she loved guns. How could anyone not utterly love someone like that? Madalena was already planning on trying to set Daisy up with her brother Brayden once he came back from the Unknown Territories. But Daisy didn't quite have to know about it yet. Anyway though, even if it didn't work out, Daisy was family. not the kind you shared blood with, but the kind you chose. Madalena would never have chosen otherwise.

Coming to a stop near Daisy, Madalena simply stretched her arms out while her friend contacted the rest of the CIS. She didn't like doing those things herself. She was better as a lone wolf or part of a duo rather than a large group.

Chickens?

"If there are any gods out there, chickens are the butt of all their jokes," she replied, completely serious, "they used to be dinosaurs. Now they're the stupidest aevians in existence and even as food they're-"

Wait. Daisy hadn't meant chicken in the literal sense, did she?

A WALKER!

Madalena almost burst with another wave of excitement. "I want to ride on top of one!" she laughed, "you drive, I surf!"

Where were they going to get one though? And how?

Madalena pet her crate. "We also need to find a building to boom up," she said, "Got my last 15 baby Hutts here. I wanna make it count!"

But chicken... Chicken came first.

Emerald greens began to scan the horizon. There had to be chickens around if Daisy offered it. But where?

 

[Tobias Dib]

The drop pod fell from the heavens. Leaning back into the restraints the young man quietly watched his new compatriots on this mission. The men and women in the pod were grizzled veterans who raucously joked back and forth, curious eyes glancing at the man before going back to their revelry. A near imperceptible roll of his shoulders as he ensured the crash webbing was securely fastened was all the movement the man allowed.

As the heat shielding hit the friction of entering the atmosphere of the planet at high speeds the lights in the pod flickered red. They were entering a hot zone, most likely making their landing in a war zone. It wouldn't be the first time, and Manda willing, it wouldn't be his last.

Suddenly the pod was breached as an enemy fighter strafed the side of their dropship, a hole being punched through the durasteel plating. Heat from their re-entry was immediately felt as a backwash that seared exposed flesh of the inhabitants who shrilled in pain. The young man kept the smile from his face even though his buy'ce hid his expression. The so called veterans had judged him for suiting up before landing, yet the man knew that you never could count on the plan unfolding as it should.

A slight spin of the pod revealed one of the external fins had been damaged. Frowning slightly hr began to pull on the force to let it fill him, strengthening and fortifying his body for the inevitable crash landing that was about to occur.

Then they hit.

The pod crashed into the roof of a several story building and plunged deep into the heart of the high rise. The man hoped there was no one in the building, but he knew better. The impact through him against the back of his seat and the webbing, the restraints bruising his body even beneath the protection of the armor. Though he had strengthened his body in the force, the trauma of crashing still left him slightly dazed for a moment.

Slowly shaking his head his HUD scanned his fellow passengers and noted all had perished. That was war. Releasing the restraints he slowly stood and looked to where the pod should have opened. Apparently it had been too damaged in their crash. Grunting slightly he looked to the hole in the side of the pod before lightly leaping through it and into the ruin of the building.

He felt the wary and frightened eyes of several beings watching as he made his way from the pod to escape the building. They neither attacked nor intersected him. His black armor with the skull painted helm didn't exactly invite one to approach him. Neither did the hilts of his weapons. Reaching a window that had been shattered by the impace he looked out over the city, a wraith observing the destruction that had already begun to play out. A struggle for supremacy, for victory, had begun and the damage and loss of life was easily apparent.

Even as he watched, a man in stormtrooper armor opened fire with an explosive on a group of drop pods, destroying one and sending shrapnel from it's destruction into CIS and Innocents indiscriminately. Pulling his katana from it's sheath he leapt from the second floor window to the shattered earth below. He broke into a jog at [member="CC-0308 Maverick"] approaching from his rear, eyes flicking to potential cover on his approach should the enemy turn to fire upon him. That would stall his attack but free up the others around the smoldering pod to engage freely.

[member="Alora Fae"] I [member="Lirka Ka"] I [member="Rylan Kordel"]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Airspace over the city
Craft: 'Ankou' Multirole starfighter
Post:3

While finishing up with the first of the interceptors a ping sounded, letting Kurayami know he had an incoming comm. Opening the channel he heard a very odd accent. One he couldn't say was too strange, but he couldn't exactly place it either. It seemed the lady was having issues with stormtroopers, and the thud of approaching walkers could be heard in the background as well. That sounded like bad times to say the least. To be fair she had contacted him for air support, okay maybe not directly, but he was nearby enough that he could provide the requested support. Now just to get rid of this last hostile on his tail. It would be a rather dangerous looking maneuver and he would have a very small window of opportunity to hit the attacker. Opening himself to the Force more fully he let his focus shrink until it seemed as though everything around him slowed.

While considered by most to be a purely aerobatic move, the kulbit did allow for a snapshot at the enemy, much like the cobra did, but completeing the loop that the combra did not allow for. He knew he had more than enough altitude as the inside loop performed was going to be barely more than the length of his craft. Once his focus was at its apex, he pulled back suddenly on the stick, throwing the craft into its tight diameter loop, firing as the guns came to 120 degrees he didn't let up until the craft reached 270 degrees of attitude. Needless to say the element of surprise worked as the two laser cannons managed to cut the left wing off the pursuer sending the ship into an unrecoverable snap roll.

As he leveled out he responded to the young woman.

[[:aisy Jane, this is Kurayami Bloodborn. Message received, en route to your position. ETA 1 minute. Will be coming in with missiles and guns blazing. With any luck large walkers will be destroyed or severely damaged, almost feel bad for the poor bastards on the ground...almost.::]]

It was true that he did almost feel bad, but they were Imperial forces, so forget that. In the end they were as mindless as droids on their best days. Banking towards the location specified by [member="Daisy Americus"], he began picking out the heavy walkers from the group and assigning a single homing concussion missile to each. Soon after the shrill screech of ion engines could be heard on fast approach. Or at least they would have been after, the two pretty explosions had dulled in volume. the explosions were followed quickly by an immense volume of plasma raining from the sky towards the advancing Imperial troops. As the craft streaked overhead it blazed a path through the ranks of stormtroopers taking potshots at any walkers he could manage during the high speed pass.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[4ND-R0]

Location: Manda Capital
Objective: Protect the Capital from Loyalist Forces
Post: 2
Allies: [member="Kyrinov"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | CIS Forces​

The trek had been almost quiet. As expected, she was met with some resistance. Her squad had met fire with a counterpart of supposed Stormtroopers. Had she been in a humorous mood, she would have laughed at the notion. Harmony ducked out of cover and fired a couple of volleys at her Loyalist opponents. She heard her comm crackle to life. A fellow solider asking for her position.

"Acknowldged Kyrinov. Sending coordinates. Under heavy fire. Epsilon Squad and I are barred from advancing." She was blunt with her commentary. "Objective is to reach high vantage point to process surroundings for greater tactical analysis of our troops."

She clicked her communicator, using its tracking system to send her current position to her comrade. From there she clicked the communicator off to end the transmission. She wanted to stsy focused. She did not need any organics to throw off her concentration. She ducked behind cover, as did her droids. Her squad was reduced to thirteen.

So was her cycle at the moment until she recieved backup. She heard Daisy's broadcast as she ducked under cover once more. The droid rolled her photoreceptors. The Mandalorian girl. She did not hold high regards for their culture. Too rash and too chaotic for a logic minded being like Harmony. Yet, her programming would register as impressed if the Americus clan girl managed to commandeer an Imperial walker. For now, the gynoid woyld hold her position until she saw the tactical advantage or the tactical need. Such was her programming.

 

[Genesis Rostu]

Location: En Route to Complex/Engaging Plaza
Post: 4
Tag: [member="Curupira Hawk"], [member="Rylan Kordel"], [member="Lirka Ka"], [member="Alora Fae"], [member="Tobias Dib"], [member=”A’den Kyr’am”], [member="Dalvas Stone"], [member="Djonas Vile"], [member="Kylo Kyr'am"]

The first choice was had was a name.​

When the long necks yanked us out of the tubes, they were not kind. They were stern. Cold. Looked upon us in the same way a man does the average Droid. They gave us designations - a number that took away any shred of identity.​

So as we gathered and trained together, we chose our own. Made our own. My name is Maverick. And his…​

Diablo much akin to a surgeon when it came to his craft. Though laden with heavy equipment, every movement was precise. Intentional. He did not pause to afford himself any shred of satisfaction at the sight of the fiery explosion, but rather immediately continued to move. If he had not exposed himself to the enemies in the plaza - as Maverick had ordered - he would have had ample time to reload his launcher. But, in this instance, every second was working against him. Every bat of an eye was the difference between life and death. Therefore, as the recoil from the launch slammed against his shoulder, the Clone dropped the weapon to the ground with a shrug.

His hands flew to the mainstay of his arsenal: the mammoth rotary cannon that had been temporarily laid at his feet. By sensors and HUD alone, the Clone realized that there were survivors aplenty from his assault. And therefore he would have to keep the pressure up. Yet, as his fingertips coiled about the weapon, his helm screamed an alert. Proximity sensors turned his attention to the incoming adversary brandishing a literal sword. Diablo responded. His offhand plucked free a single grenade. His thumb primed the ordnance with but a press and he rolled the sphere in a well practiced motion.

But unlike most grenades, there was a unique “twist” to this weapon. A simple, small processor powered servos and a proximity sensor. The object in motion accelerated, making a brisk b-line towards the man who advanced towards the Clone. And, once within a footstep or so of Tobias’ boot, the weapon exploded. Not with flames or shrapnel, but sheer concussive force. The blast would be more than enough to send a full sized speeder hurtling back several meters - imagine what it could do to a grown adult male.

Yet Diablo was not finished in the slightest. His hands returned to the rotary cannon and immediately the weapon began to hum. Motion seized the barrel as it spun up and began to spit a furious assault of high velocity bolts across the plaza. Diablo earned his name through being vicious. Hesitation was the furthest thing from his nature. In this moment, he focused upon making sweeping movements with the barrel, dispersing an equal amount of destruction across the plaza.


Diablo had no intention of leaving this place in a body bag.

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Meanwhile, the remaining brothers continued to press deeper into the city. With every frantic step, the Baobab Complex drew closer and closer into sight. When they were but a half-klick or so out from the target, Maverick gave a signal to his partner. The Clone responded wordlessly, diverting away from his brother so that he might ascend the nearest building. In this task, an access ladder for emergency, fire-related escapes turned out to be his greatest ally. Once he reached the roof, he immediately lowered to one knee and reached for the collapsed tubes upon his back.

He had made this play so many times before. Repetition made the assembly feel as though he were lacing up his boots. In the end, a field mortar was assembled; and by the agile calculations of his HUD, Goose was able to set the weapon in just the right angle. The plan here was simple: Shell the roof. Simulate bombardment from air support. Force those inside to head to the lower levels. At least, that was the plan. Maverick would then breach the facility and engage the target from their new locale.

It was like herding cattle.

Goose dropped the shells into place and engaged the mortar. A thunderous boom, followed by a shrill whistle sliced through the air. The Baobab Complex, once relatively untouched by the siege, had finally been introduced to the war.

C R A S H​

The first mortar erupted upon the front of the Complex. Stone, crumbled in heaps and fell to the ground below. Glass shattered into countless pieces as smoke began to waft into the air. The cries of bystanders and those within the Complex began to pierce the air.

Goose loaded another shell.

 

[Rylan Kordel]

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Post: 2​

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Location: Stalking the roof tops​

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Tag: [member="CC-0308 Maverick"], [member="Alora Fae"], [member="Lirka Ka"], [member="Tobias Dib"], [member="Kylo Kyr'am"], [member="Dalvas Stone"], [member="Djonas Vile"], [member="Curupira Hawk"]​

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Moving quickly and silently from his original landing location, Rylan had found himself scaling a wall, then going roof top to roof top, using the force to guide him towards his targets, the clones. During his hunt, he realized he'd found his way between them, one behind him, causing devastation on CIS forces, the other two moving forward on the council, those would be the two he'd hunt and kill.​

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With aid from the force, he moved quickly, leaping from building to building, having located the two, he stayed high, tracking their movements from some blocks before they also split up, laying low to watch, he took a knee and watched them still, a sly grin cracking over his face as he saw one start to scale a building a little further down the street. Watching in silence from his perch, he saw the clone set up a mortar launcher, heard the thunk of the round being launched, and the clone loaded another, it was then Rylan took it upon himself to move, quickly, quietly, and with purpose, launching himself in the air above the clone just moments later.​

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Before landing, he used the force to launch a gust of air in a mighty push at the clone and that mortar launcher, with any amount of luck the launcher would be taken out of the fight for the time being, and the clone and the Sith could hash it out. Landing in a hunched over position, looking ready to pounce like a predator on it's prey, both hands hidden behind his back, for the time being, a twisted, excited grin on his face as he eyed the clone, like a Rancor eyeing it's prey, ready to consume and destroy, "Heh... Your move, grunt."​

 

[Tobias Dib]

Post: 2
Allies: [member="Alora Fae"] I [member="Lirka Ka"] I [member="Rylan Kordel"]
Enemies: [member="CC-0308 Maverick"]

As he advanced rapidly upon the close from the rear the soldier 'rolled' a grenade towards him. Tobias didn't alter his course however. Pulling the force to him he prepared for the inevitable explosion that would shortly occur even as his free hand flashed down to pull the revolver from it's holster and aimed it at the center of the clone. As his finger squeezed the trigger the grenade accelerated and went off.

While Tobias was prepared, the force of the explosion proved greater then he anticipated. As the concussive blast hit the young man, his force ability kicked in to absorb the shockwave. Yet even still he felt his body battered by the concussion bruising his form within the armor and throwing his first shot off. Grimacing slightly as his HUD flashed a few warnings across his helm Tobias re-centered the revolver and fired off two rounds of the explosive slugs.

Continuing his advance he felt the power he had absorbed through the force seeking an outlet, so he fueled an ability that his lineage we're notoriously innately lacking. Telekinesis. Gripping the bombed drop pop he yanked the vessel towards the clone shooter, the destroyed hulk flying through the air at the commando even as Tobias felt the wave of exhaustion from the maneuver wash over him.

 

[Prazutis]

Allies
[member="Kylo Kyr'am"]

Post
2

A'den's Beskar'gam

A'den noticed the field mortar being set up thanks to his HUD. A'den's expression becomes alerted. He quickly looks to Kylo noticing he saw the same thing. A'den and Kylo begin giving the orders to the Grim Legion and the Mandalorian clan members to move. A'den and Kylo heard the Mortar fire as everyone ran farther back inside. The mortar shell came down and crashed into the front of the building. A'den dove behind a pillar from the blast and the falling rubble. A'den looked to see Kylo had done the same. A'den peeked around the pillar to see most of their forces had made it to safety, only one Grim Legion soldier died in the blast by rubble falling on him. A'den simply shook his head, he didn't know what else to think. A'den grabbed his EE-3 and increased the zoom on his scope and aimed it over the rubble at the troops around the Mortar and fired nailing one trooper in the head killing him. A'den then fired three more times hitting a trooper with each shot killing three more. A'den then used his HUD to focus on the spot of the mortar. A'den gave a sign to Kylo then ran up the stairs and around to the hole where the mortar hit. A'den then begun scanning around the mortar once again. A'den drew his EE-3 looking down the scope waiting for his HUD to lock onto a target. A'den was focused more now then he had been at anytime during this mission. His thoughts dwelling on the success of this mission. A'den knew though he couldn't let his thoughts distract him, he had to set his mind to wipe out that force. A'den's HUD finally Locked onto four targets. A'den took a focused aim and squeezed the trigger ever so careful.

The screaming three laser bolts came screaming from A'den's rifle and nailed his first target right in the eye. A'den fired again hitting his second target in the chest killing number two. A'den focused on the third target that his HUD locked onto and fired. A'den scored a hit watching the trooper fall backwards dead. A'den then moved his gun to the last target but then ducked behind a wall once the troopers begin firing on his location. Once A'den noticed the firing stop for a brief second, A'den spun around out of cover and quickly found his last target. A'den quickly fired killing the trooper and then ducking back to cover as the troopers started firing back at him. A'den grabbed out a grenade and pulled the pin and turned, then with all he could he threw the grenade out. A'den ducked down to the point where he could watch the grenade. The grenade landed and rolled next to six troopers and then blew up killing all six of the troopers. A'den then sat down with his back against the wall for a moment taking a breather before he would have to get back into this fight.

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[Lirka Ka]

[member="Tobias Dib"] [member="Rylan Kordel"] [member="CC-0308 Maverick"] [member="Alora Fae"]

Well it wasn't as easy as she had hoped and once the fighting got started was getting shot at more than she liked. This was new armor! She already ruined the original design when she practically killed herself fighting on Kamino. though she never got those force given tingles in her body then (mainly because she had decided to throw herself into the meat grinder, incredibly smart thinking). With her legs half shaking Lirka lunged forward as fire and shrapnel blasted against her armored form. She wasn't ready to quite go darting along and landed with a thud and the roll of crashing metal.

A low and distorted groan came from her helmet followed but a slew of cuss words in a few different languages, Huttese was actually the most prominent but a few in Thustra's native tongue rolled out.

She never stayed down long though, filled with Adrenaline she kicked herself up and took her Klaive into her hand. Shaking off the pain that rocked her body for a few moments before focusing for that brief few seconds needed to zip on along with Force Speed, she didn't intentionally leave Alora. She just wanted to get out of the firing zone, in fact Ka even showed an uncharacteristic care for her fellow sentient and even made her way back around as time progressed. Of course, she saw that whole ruckus up there anyway to ease her instincts.

 

[Malok]

Objective: Landfall
Location: Orbit to Ground
Post: 5
Tag: [member="Harmony"], [member="Kyrinov"], [member="Daisy Americus"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Azmodan"]

She had emerged, unscathed.

Darth Metus was beginning to build a theory regarding his dearest friend. Whenever the flames of war threatened to sear their Confederacy, separation was anathema to her wellbeing. Yet, whenever they stood together, she would not harm a hair on her head. This, of course, was not due to the Sith going out of his way to protect his Apprentice - for she was very capable on her own. But it seemed as though just being in proximity to one another was a ward against harm. The Sith thought back on all of the occasions where they had seen battle. Dagobah. Tatooine. Now, Skor II. On Dagobah and Skor II, they had stood together. They had been within arm’s reach the entire time - and the only harm they received were a loss of Magnaguards.

But on Tatooine they fought apart. And he nearly lost her.

Perhaps he just cared too much about the alabaster woman. Perhaps one instance of her being mortally wounded had made Darth Metus a touch over protective. But...when it came to keeping her alive, he would do whatever it took. Thus, when the Confederate Armada thundered into being above Manda, the Sith made certain that they shared the same drop pod. Theirs was among the second wave of Confederate forces being launched to the ground - and to this end, the Armada was going to use an “old play” to ensure their safe arrival to the surface. Some of the drop pods were left empty, to be used as decoys against any walkers that turned their guns skyward. With this, they would, at the very least, increase their odds of getting to ground in one piece.

Darth Metus was the first to step within the pod. He ducked his head low as to not bash it upon the durasteel frame and moved to the very rear of the structure. Practiced motions saw him buckle in a matter of moments. It would only be the Master, his Apprentice, and a handful of Magnaguards going down to the surface in this particular pod. And once the silver-eyed woman joined him, the droids filed in efficiently.

The pod sealed with a thud and a hiss. Fresh oxygen poured into the space as visible vapor. From his position, the Sith had a clear sight of the viewport. A deck engineer was running through a quick check of the pod and then gave a thumbs up to the operator. Shudder. The entire frame settled into place and then…descent seized his stomach. The force of being ejected from the capital ship filled his core with that all-too familiar sensation. It was like going downhill in an airspeeder, but magnified many many fold. Darth Metus’ gaze immediately filled with fire as they began to enter the atmosphere...and a new sensation gripped him. His fingers clutched impatiently at the restraints. He was…Hungry.

He set his gaze upon his Apprentice once more, giving her a confident smile. The few, precious seconds that they had left were filled with a quiet understanding. The river which flowed between them: a bond of their shared thought, emotion, and strengths, ebbed and flowed as it so often did. She could feel his eagerness to get onto the battlefield. But above all, she could feel the satisfaction of being at her side. It had been…ages since they fought together. And though he spoke no words, she knew all that he would have said.

His attention was torn from the alabaster woman when the atmosphere shifted from fiery red to blue. They had broken through unscathed and now thundered towards the surface. By the report and what he had overheard from the deck personnel, their goal was to land within the walls. To help repel the Loyalist forces from a solid position. But, instead of smashing through duracrete…

Darth Metus saw a flash of imperial gray fill the pod before his head smacked back against the Pod. Impact filled his ears with a horrendous screech, as if the structure was tearing through metal. A thunderous boom could be heard from the onlooker. A mighty crack as an Imperial Walker’s frame was torn asunder by their fiery entrance. A second explosion of sound. Yet another lurch. And then...nothing. The Sith opened his eyes. His gaze immediately flying to [member="Srina Talon"] to ensure her wellbeing. At a glance, she seemed okay. No more rattled than he was. But he could feel the warmth of his own blood oozing down the back of his neck.

His teeth clenched against one another.

Outside, the scene was brutal. A single walker, felled an instant, now laid on its side. The legion of mercenary “stormtroopers” initially scattered at the sight of the fall. But now regrouped. A cadre of them approached the fiery wreckage - blasters raised.

A cacophany of Durasteel caving in upon itself filled the air. A vicious sound of metal screaming in protest as the Force ripped it asunder. A swath of the walker’s remains exploded outward, thundering into the troopers and trampling a number of them in its path. Screams erupted over the comms. The troopers began to open fire into the new abyss which had been torn open. At first...there was nothing to be seen...save the rush of their azure bolts flying into the black.

Yet the darkness was broken by the eruption of crimson. His motion of saber was a deadly melody as it batted away bolt after bolt. Yet with each step, the Sith grew closer and closer. In time, they would see the Demon of the Confederacy set foot upon Manda.

And all he would see were Dead Men.

 

[Saraya Arenais]

Location: Inside the City Walls - Manda Capital ​

Objective: Eliminate the threat to the Merchant Council.​

[member=Lirka Ka] | [member=Rylan Kordel] | [member=CC-0308 Maverick] | [member=Tobias Dib] | [member=Kylo Kyr'am] | [member=Dalvas Stone] | [member=Djonas Vile] | [member=Curupira Hawk]​

Post Three​

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As the bright orange flame from the explosion died down Alora's mind began to whir, not aided by the fact that there was still a high pitched ringing in her ears caused by the consequential shock wave. There was no other way to go about it, so Alora risked losing her head to peak around the stone wall. Fortunately for her the trigger happy clone was shrugging off his weapon in preparation.

Her quick eyes glanced up toward the rooftops in time to watch the shadowed frame of her ally, [member=Rylan Kordel], slip through the chaos. Unusually a small smile formed on Alora's face. It was good to be inspired and she'd have to remember to thank him later with a drink of some kind. Luckily the explosion had caused a fair few chinks in the stone wall that were big enough for her to use as her makeshift ladder, so with no time to lose she began to scramble up to the rooftops.

Alora stood upright on the roof of someone's home, wriggling her fingers to release the strain of having to hold her weight. There were five buildings in total that she would have to jump across to make it round to the back of [member=CC-0308 Maverick]. From down below the distance between each structure hadn't seemed so big but looking at them up here was a different story. With no force to help her the only option was to do it herself. Alora rolled her neck once and inhaled deeply. When you're scared of something the worst thing you can do is focus on it, it's best to just get it over with. So she did.

For a split second there was nothing but a terrifying three story drop under her feet. The sweet relief she felt when the next rooftop came rushing into view was insurmountable. There was still four more to go but with the first under her belt the rest didn't seem so daunting. As she reached the third jump a short sharp bang echoed through the plaza followed by the sound of a gun raining hell onto everything in its path. There wasn't time to sate her curiosity and take a look though, there were still two more deathly distances to leap across.

The last one was the hardest. Her foot had slipped at the last second.

The edge of the roof disappeared and the horrifying sensation of falling took over her body.

Fingers covered in a crimson leather picked up the slack and caught her falling frame. Every muscle in the four fingers that kept her from the plunge screamed out with the strain. With the rush of adrenaline coursing through her system it only took her a few seconds to swing the other arm up and haul her herself over the lip of the roof. A single half turn on shaking legs was all it took to bring the battle back to the center of her vision. Just in time to see the smoldering wreckage of the drop pod hurtling toward the clone below.

She was in a better position now, from up here she was nearly invisible and the back of [member=CC-0308 Maverick] was in front of her. For now, Alora didn't want to risk slipping down from the roof behind the commando, in case she was caught up in whatever crazy explosive thing he would pull out to defend himself next. What she did do was watch, one hand curled around the stiff leather grip of her sword, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

 

[Kylo Kyr'am]

Allies
@A'den Kyr'am

Post
2

Kylo's Beskar'gam

Kylo noticed the mortar being set up due to his HUD. Kriffing great Kylo thought to himself. Kylo looked to A'den and noticed he saw it too. Both Kylo and A'den gave orders to the troops to move as they themselves ran ran back inside for cover. They heard the mortar launched into the air. They both made it to cover as the mortar hit the front of the building collapsing part of it. Kylo and A'den had taken cover behind separate pillars. Kylo looked from around the pillar and noticed one of his troopers died from fallen rubble. Kylo's face now showing the emotion of remorse. If only for a brief moment Kylo felt guilty and sympathy for the fallen soldier. Kyle shook the feeling off and regained focus and seriousness filled his face. Kylo looked to A'den and nodded to the hand signals A'den gave him. Kylo watched A'den run up the stairs. Kylo looked back out over the rubble seeing the trooper A'den just killed. Kylo reached into a pack on his belt and grabbed a compact rocket. Kylo loaded the rocket onto his gauntlet and then lifted his arm and aimed at the location of the Mortar. Kylo fired the rocket and went flying towards the mortar. The rocket missed the mortar and exploded killing several troopers near the mortar.

Kylo then took out his blaster and aimed it down course and begin firing as the troops also begin firing back at him. The grim legion and the Mandalorian clan members lined up and begin aiding Kylo firing at the empire troops. Soon it was an exchange of laser bolts back and forth. Kylo was focused and determined as he used his HUD to lock onto two troopers and then faster than someone could count he killed the enemies his HUD locked onto. The only thing that mattered now was to hold this line and kill anyone that crossed it and that's exactly what Kylo was going to do. Kylo wondered if A'den was alright, then he noticed the grenade come from above him. That answered that question. Kylo watched the grenade explode killing empire troops. This brought a smile to Kylo's face as he continued to fire at the empire troops in the distance. Kylo ordered the troops to hold the line then Kylo turned and ran up the stairs to A'den and took cover next to him getting ready for the next attack.


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[Maple Harte]

"Roger, Yumi. Solid Copy. Unless you like liquid copies. I can't make liquid copies. Definitely solid copies though."

Maple then heard [member="Daisy Americus"] sound off with an absolutely delightful accent that made Maple happy for some strange reason.

"Roger, Americus. I'll head to a covering position."

She looked at the Tusken again. He didn't look too injured. She figured @A ' Runda would be alright, but she would keep an eye out for him if possible.

In the meantime she spotted a blown out high rise that offered a superior vantage point, a wrecked thing of ornate bronze and durasteel, with images of eagles flying upward. It looked like it had been a finance building once. Maple headed to it through the city streets, letting the stealth function of her sniper armor kick in. Skip. The wolves chased her through the wheatfield in the dead of night. She'd been on the verge of starving and the there was nowhere left to run. She had been running from the faceless, mutilated dogs for hours. Skip. Maple had gotten into the high rise through a blasted open hole on the side, and had been sort of on autopilot as she had quickly made her way up the steps, her mind fast-forwarding through the boring climb, pausing the world so she could 'not' grab a bag of popcorn, and finally kicked open a door to what looked like a stock-trader's office, with a window overlooking a vast swath of the city. She could feel the raging yet controlled presence of [member="Darth Metus"], stared in awe as his pod crashed through an imperial walker through her scope, and then, in true action-hero fashion, just got immediately to trying to kill everything around him. She was out of range, so she could not quite help him but she could snipe at the ones closer. She took great care to kill the ones with explosives, head-shotting them as they tried to prepare mortars. She targeted any trooper with a rank higher than private. She activated her comlink as she killed a trooper captain close to the wall, his brains going out through the back of this helmet with this amazing rifle. Sasori rocked. [member="Matsu Ike"] rocked for running it.

"Wow, look at him go." Maple said to herself before she temporarily turned her attention to the southern sector.

She saw walkers, flanked by more faux-troopers. They were not First Order. They were stil the category of 'Eh, close enough.'

She targeted the ones leading from the front. She adjusted for trajectory, targeting his leg. The point wasn't to kill. The point was to cause panic. He went down, screaming in agony. She held her breath again and another bullet ripped through his leg, making the soldiers scramble around the screaming platoon leader, who was then accidentally stepped on by a walker as his body rolled under it. She saw his body burst from the pressure, gore flooding out of his bursting armor.

A rocket strike from a heavy assault trooper impacted a floor below her. She refocused and saw the man through her scope on another roof. She waited until he had reloaded his portable launcher and fired just as he did.

The high powered round hit the rocket as it left the barrel, blasting apart the heavy faux-trooper, killing his nearby comrades. She went back to targeting any officer she could spot.

"Maple Harte to CIS starfighters, Americus wants support in the south sector."

"Roger. Beginning strafing run." came the reply of a bomber pilot in range.

"Hit the back of the most walker activity. Americus! Air support inbound! Danger close! Anyone with her get ready if you can!

Maple felt the force yell at her insane brain to duck and she barely got out of the way of a sniper bullet which passed through the office and into another room and exploded a wall. She hadn't spotted where the shot came from, but she began to run, and not too soon as another explosive round demolished the wall she had been hiding behind.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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...Location: Outside city behind Enemy Lines
...Objective: Neutralize Enemy Armored ATAT Units
...Part 3

The sound of fighting and explosion rocked in the distance and Kurenai crouched down behind another small outcropping, now just a few meters away from the ATAT squadron. In her wake, a string of bodies, most taken out without the use of weapon, hidden from sight of any would be scout that may be walking around. She was good, but not 6 ATAT's strong... well at least she did not think, over confidence was quite the mission cock blocker. Even with the feeling of Darth Metus now on ground such was still not a certain deterrent against the oncoming Imperial forces, for once their focus on ship to ship engagement was paying off, preventing the main CIS force from landing.

Activating her armors HUD the veteran mercenary took a gander at the enemy armor, the lumber legs stationary from what could be said, grounds troops seeming to be observing the city through rang finders, that was not good. It didn't take long for Kurenai to realize that the Imps where going to bombard the city, seemed that the new troop arrivals on the group had bogged down the loyalist advance to much. This had some advantages, at lest the ATATs wouldn't be moving anymore, but now she was struck with a time line before the massive walkers reduced the city and everyone it in to rubble.

Opening a com link she contacted their eyes in the sky, "[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] this is crimson, the enemy heavy armor is preparing to bombard the city from afar so they don't have to deal with the ground forces situated on the front". "When you get the chance I need you to do a strafing run on the western most ATAT, just enough to get their attention for a few moments, to delay the bombardment, rush them to hard and they may just open fire indiscriminately". With time of the essence Kurenai did not wait for conformation from the ace pilot, herself already making haste for the eastern walker, saber hilt in hand. If the design of the ATAT was still the same as it was during the battle of Hoth, well there was a small trick she wanted to try, something she saw a certain young pilot do, just this time around she add a little push to the equation.

 

[Srina Talon]

Objective: Landfall
Location: Orbit to Ground
Post: 1
Tags: [member="Harmony"], [member="Kyrinov"], [member="Daisy Americus"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Azmodan"]

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Srina wore the armor that belonged to the Knights Obsidian for this venture. Her own set had been tinted with a hue of stately purple that emphasized the deep winter gray of her eyes. As they thundered down from the heavens in a drop pod that shook, the metal groaning and straining from pressure, she held tightly to her crash webbing. She wasn’t afraid. Srina Talon, when at the side of [member="Darth Metus"], feared nothing and no one. They were so much stronger when they remained near.

He tempered her hidden wrath and she cured him of his stubborn pride. His smile was not something that she missed, however, it was returned with silence. The dreadlocked man knew her well enough to know the truth of it. Their bond sang with a flavor of anticipation. Srina loved a good fight. Combat was twined in her bones, in her blood, and in every fiber of her being. The snowy-haired Echani felt her lips twitch upward. She could feel his desire just as easily as he could feel her own. To that, she mouthed one singular word, “Patience.”

Her Master loathed when she reminded him of a virtue he seemed to have little time for. As her friend and family, he indulged her. He tried to adhere to it—but she could see him straining at the seams. Patience was not truly a quality he possessed. Darth Metus, for her sake, simply pretended to observe it and gave an outward impression that he could rest on his laurels for an age.

No, that wasn’t true. His Mandalorian roots would always tell the truth.

Everything seemed to be going as planned, until, their landing got more than a little violent. Her breath seized in her chest for a moment when she saw the Vicelord hit his head against the wall of the drop pod. “Metus!”, she called out, unsure if he heard, but she couldn’t see him for a moment. The pod flashed dark and light while their bodies were jostled and shaken violently from one side to the other.

When everything stabilized she felt his eyes on her form. “I’m fine, I swear it....But you’re bleeding….”

She freed herself from the webbing, noting, that some of the Knights that had accompanied them did not survive the landing. Magnaguard began to unfold as they readied themselves for deployment. Those that were still able-bodied and ready to fight took the precious few seconds they had to ready their gear and make final checks. “You don’t fight at a disadvantage unless you wish to increase the percentage of a potential loss.”, Srina intoned, crossing the wrecked pod, to rest her gloved hand along her Master’s cheek.

The blood that rolled down his neck hadn’t simply appeared from nowhere. She hated to see him hurt. To see him in pain, no matter, how well he hid it. The Force bloomed from her core as she healed his injury by pressing energies into the angry lines and swirls that she saw in her mind’s eye. Once satisfied, she backed away, and pulled the hexagonal face mask over her delicate features. Srina hid her telltale moonlight hair in the dark hood. It made her less of a target.

“Ready yourselves! Sensors indicate that we have a welcoming party.”

More than that—she could feel them. At the cue of her Master, they erupted from the proverbial belly of the beast like a pair of symbiotic monsters. He was the Demon. The dark, the power, and her strength to cut down anything that stood in her way. She believed in their nation, in the world they were trying to build, and she would fight for it. The cost of progress was always sacrifice.

Their team ripped forward with a fiendish intent. They didn’t pause when it came to incoming blaster fire, and, they certainly didn’t stop when the light of the sun reflected off of such familiar Imperial armor. Their precious AT-AT had been felled by accident. They would regret finding out what the Vicelord and his Exarch could do on purpose.

Srina raised the Mandragora Light shield that the Nightmother had provided to block incoming fire and used it to barrel her way into close quarters. It would be harder for the Stormtroopers to try and hit her when they risked hitting themselves. Regardless her ambition, she never strayed too far from her Master, and always circled back to him in-between waves of enemies. It was how they stayed fresh, changing roles, as needed. Srina fought with her white bladed lightsaber in one hand and occasionally utilized the Force with the other.

She was learning, slowly but surely, to combine her technical skills and the artistry of the darkside.

“Master—To your left!”, Srina called, unnecessary because of their bond, but habitual regardless. She twirled outward, a displacement of air, and carved through the armor that was created to protect Imperial servants. These men might now have been traditional storm troopers but they could die all the same. The Sith Apprentice grabbed the shoulder of her opponent and pulled him viciously close to drive her knee deep into his solar plexus. She used the Force to both protect her and to make it hurt.

The Stormtrooper stumbled back and she could hear him coughing through the vocabulator in his helmet. When she realized he was off balance she kept up the pressure. He caught her downward swing with a control baton and she pulled back, before attacking again, just as fiercely as she had the first time. Eventually, he grew tired. Eventually, he made a mistake.

When her lightsaber pierced his chest cavity she didn’t halt. She pushed it through, and then ripped it free, to ensure maximum carnage. Srina didn’t want her enemy to get back up. Some practiced forgiveness. Some, restraint. The Echani knew that, generally speaking, the only good foe was a dead one. If they put these Loyalists into the ground now they couldn’t threaten their people later.

One of the troopers before her fell over immediately. Srina stopped, briefly, before realizing that they had some support from far off. Her senses rolled through the battlefield to find the sniper. Switching to the appropriate channel she commended the bounty hunter—[member="Maple Harte"]. “Good shot.”

 

[Daisy Americus]

Objective: Siege [Fight off the Loyalists/Protect the City]​

Standing With: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [Madalena]​

Add'l Tags: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Maple Harte"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Harmony"]​

Location: Southern Sector​

Goals: Take control of an AT-ST. Go buck nutty.​

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Madalena was just so darn joyful. Now, don’t get it twisted. Daisy liked shiny happy people. She wasn’t some brooding Sith Lord that wore black all the time and postured about whose lightsaber was longer day in and day out—but gosh darn it seeing Scherezade like this was karkin’ strange.

It was like watching a fluffy little white loth cat prance around. With knives. And bombs.

Nevertheless, Daisy couldn’t spend too much time evaluating her friend, beyond the surface level of surreal and called to the Knight that had traveled with them once more. She seemed to have found her land legs and at the very least had stopped retching so loudly. If they were going to give away their position, she would rather it be with a firefight, versus the sounds of an after-war party.

Turning her gaze back toward Madalena, or Mads, Madsy as Daisy called her she blinked behind her T-Visor when she saw that the brunette was holding onto a dead scout. “Honey child you are worse than my brother’s hounds. Ah just can’t take you anywhere or you come back havin’ rolled in all ten kinds of unmentionables…”, Daisy warned, teasingly, at the comment of being told that they were ‘shiny’. Yes, more or less, they were. From the looks of the blood on Madsy’s armor someone had most definitely met an untimely end. “Ah left the wet naps in orbit.”

Schere—Mads started to go on about small fowl and the Mandalorian woman just stood in silence while she rambled. If the brunette could see her face, she would see a smile, and the goodly god-lit glow that touched her expression when she found something cute. Her laugh carried through her helmet easily, like honey, when her friend figured it out. “You can ride on top of one so long as you promise not to fall off. Our friend here can man the turret while the drivin’ will be mah job.”

Her grin widened further when someone returned her all call. That was pretty fast. << Roger Roger Bloodborn! We’re plannin’ on gettin’ us an AT-ST and running roughshod through summa these stormie-wannabe’s. Thank ya kindly for bein’ my eye in the sky! >>

Her HUD in her helmet managed communications pretty easily and it wasn’t long before she saw a CIS starfighter zoom over their heads. She gave a little ‘woop woop’ under her breath and pointed toward the direction the craft had flown in. “Flyboy Bloodborn is headin’ toward some enemies so we can likely pick up one there. Just gotta look out for friendly fire, but, I don’t think he’ll shoot us.”

Not on purpose anyway.

Hearing a female voice in her ear [[member="Maple Harte"]] she quickly ran back the source to try and identify. A quick personnel file, scarce, but with just enough to classify her assistance as awesome appeared. << Thank you kindly, Harte. We’ll likely need all the help we can get once we get near these leapin’ lizards.>>

Madsy, the Team of Knights, and Daisy wound make haste toward where Flyboy Bloodborn had indicated he would begin attacking. What a battlefield! That wasn’t all though. Ms. Harte warned them that even more air support was coming their way. << Heard! We’ll wait until the second round goes through to see what we can salvage. Kad bless, be seeing you Harte!” >>

Immediately, Daisy turned to guide her team, trying to keep them from getting blown up.

“Madsy we have some puppies and kittens coming our way stay toward the edges of this street!”

The lights and sounds that followed were more menacing than Daisy had ever heard. So much firepower, she feared, that the sir support might have cooked their chicken dead. She really, really hoped not. So much of her dreams were riding on this moment…

There, not far out, was a chicken walker that seemed to have escaped the bombardment. The sunlight blew through the clouds and highlighted the crouched AT-ST as if Manda itself wanted them to have it. There was a bright red stripe on it, probably a swath of blood, but either way, it made it identifiable. “You see that one? That’s our chance. RUN!”

The team took off at a rapid clip, the Knights providing cover fire, and soon enough they came upon the AT-ST. Beautiful. Karking, Beautiful. The egress hatch on top was perfectly intact. This baby had some damage but overall seemed pretty functional. There were bodies of a couple dead Loyalists inside, however, Daisy set about to draggin’ them out in a hot minute. “Over here Madsy!”

Once inside the AT-ST Daisy almost squealed when she looked out the viewport. The controls were still ready to go from the last unfortunate souls that had died in it. A little shaky at first, the Mandalorian pulled the unit up, and caused it to crouch. Ooooooh yes. Yes, yes, yes. If she could stand and crouch she could certainly take this baby for a test drive. “You, Knight, you’re mah Gunner.”

“MADSY! Get that fine back end on this rooftop so you can chicken surf!”

Daisy pressed a button on the panel that she didn’t really recognize and jumped when a concussion grenade flew out of the AT-ST. It smashed into an enemy unit that wasn’t paying attention and Daisy chortled with a certain amount of joy as it took the full hit.

“Sorry not sorry!!”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: Siege [Fight off the Loyalists/Protect the City]
Standing With: [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Maple Harte"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Harmony"]
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 4 Glitter Bullets, A crate with 15 bomb strapped baby Hutts
Location: Southern Sector
Goals: Take control of an AT-ST. Go buck nutty.
Post: 2

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"Only ten?" Madalena asked with a wicked grin, and offered a shrug to the wet naps mention. She didn't need wet naps. She outright enjoyed being covered in the blood of her enemies; sometimes, getting bloodied was a goal for the young Sithling all by itself. No longer a child, Madalena Antares left a trail of dead wherever she went, and despite her Jedi best friend's objections, she would not have it any other way. Daisy's agreement to letting her surf on the of the chickens was met with an excited bounce.

Followed by a team of Knights, Madalena and Daisy started making their way deeper into the battlefield. Madalena's knives were flying around her body in a flurry, warning both friends and foes not to get too close. She was definitely feeling stab happy, though the crate in her hands was keeping her from using her lightsabers as well right now.

AND THEN THEY WERE RUNNING.

The Knights team left behind so they could cover them, Daisy and Madalena ran like two sugar-high children running away from the wrath of Sat'n in the kindergarten. Madalena screamed with excitement as they did so, making their way to the maybe dead but maybe not dead chicken.

This mission was such a breath of fresh air! No need to be stealthy. No need to be quiet. They could let it all out. The added option to scream to their hearts' content also helped keep the young Knight alert, as her sleeping had not really improved these past few weeks.

Daisy was already working on the chicken. Madalena didn't need to be told twice. She tossed her crate into the chicken and then climbed on top, needing to use the Force more than once, since whoever had built the chicken wasn't keen on making it easily climbable.

The chicken pooped something explosive and Madalena jumped, laughing all the way. She crouched down, making her stand on top of the machine more stable.

Her knives were still dancing around her. But now that she was so high up, she could see the battlefield with much better clarity. Her knives flew forward, dancing around the ground forces of enemies who were silly enough to think they could survive against the wrath of Daisy and Madalena; the Mandalorian and a whatever-the-heck-Mads-was, made a deadly combo that never felt the need to apologize for it. Between them, their skills complimented each other so well that they could clear a field and then go have a girl's night out, almost in the same breath. Daisy was a gift of a friend to have, both within the CIS and outside of it.

"DAISY, COVER THAT ONE!" Madalena screamed and pointed at the running figure of [member="Maple Harte"]. Her knives' damage would be less than what they needed to make sure their Confederate coworker made it out. Sure, things around Maple were going boom, but the best way to deal with booms was make bigger booms. Right? "Big bada-boooooooom."

As things exploded around Maple, Madalena worked the Force, using it to toss away the bigger pieces of buildings and other debris that may have threatened to flatten the woman on the ground.

As far as Madalena was concerned, they were all getting out of there alive, in one piece, and with a trail of decapitated heads trailing them.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Airspace over the city
Craft: 'Ankou' Multirole starfighter
Post:4

As he banked away from the strafing run he got two messages in quick succession. The first to come through was someone who identified as 'Crimson' and was asking for support against a specific walker. Westernmost AT-AT. Well that shouldn't be too difficult, at least once he figured out exactly where that walker was. he set the sensors to search for and isolate the signatures of heavy armor. While a good idea in theory, what showed up was a truly impressive number of heavy walkers. Next he used the source of the comms signal to determine the target walker in the message. There it was. Opening the channel with [member="Kurenai Yumi"] again, he responded.

[[::Copy that Crimson. En route. ETA 30 seconds as long as the sky is relatively clear of hostiles. Bloodborn out.::]]

It wasn't too far off his previous course, and if he took the turn wider than usual he could set up for a strike coming from behind the walkers, lessening the amount of return fire he would experience until after he had struck. Made sense to him, so he relaxed the g-loading on the craft by reducing the angle of bank and adding right rudder to push the nose of the craft up, widening the turn to where he wanted to be. It wasn't coming in straight from the target's six, it was more the five o'clock position. he readied a concussion missile and waited to gain tone. Once he had a steady tone he let the alarms in the AT-AT blare for a moment before firing. Once the missile was away he pulled the craft level, strafing without a set target in mind as he did, to draw attention towards himself, as he pulled out in a climbing right hand turn. This was follwed by a half barrel roll and wingover to put him at the enemies twelve, and make another strafing run to keep attention on his craft. Clearly, the Loyalists did not care for that as he could see the blaster bolts impact against his shield dropping it down to 75% as the second run finished.

While he took a moment to survey the damage, and keep the survivor's firing at him, he responded to [member="Daisy Americus"].

[[::My pleasure ma'am. I wish you the best of luck with your plan, Daisy. Have fun crushing these annoyances under foot in your AT-ST.::]]

He closed the channel with her once again as he waited either for the next call or barring that, just harassing the ground units at random around the battlefield.