Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

[Ascendant Muse]

E S H A N​

We were content to co-exist.

Though the Confederacy of Independent Systems loathed the word “Empire”, their Vicelord inspired them to turn a blind eye to the Mandalorian warmachine. Whether this was a bias based upon his own heritage or simply the refusal to extinguish Confederate lives in addressing this threat, none will ever know. However, the era of neutrality between the southern systems and the vode came to an abrupt conclusion. Eshan, the sovereign homeworld of the Echani race, was met with devastation at the hands of the Mandalorian Empire. Their casus belli was a paper-thin cause: to punish trillions of souls for the actions of a drastically small terrorist cell. The Empire unleashed hell upon the people of Eshan, bombarding their cities and cutting down their people in droves. It was in this moment that the Vicelord understood his folly in letting the past live – and by the tears shed by Exarch Talon at the plight of her people, one truth became reality. They would no longer suffer this Empire to live.

As a prelude to their offensive, the Confederacy acted as a common ground between the peoples who once quarreled in the vicinity of Eshan. And in the name of expelling a mutual adversary did the Echani and Thyrsian peoples achieve a temporary stay of hostilities. Whether this peace would remain evermore was not a concern of the moment – for the greater cause was the elimination of every shred of beskar which dared intrude upon their hallowed worlds.

At the appointed hour, they descended as a Storm.

The Confederate task force sliced forth from the depths of hyperspace, led by the mammoth Fortressa. In a mere span of minutes, a hurricane of vessels breached the heavens of Eshan whilst others engaged the Mandalorian naval forces. This operation was not in the same, destructive vein as the Confederacy’s recent assault on Copero. They would have to show some semblance of restraint, as their primary hope was to leave a world for the Echani to yet live upon. To this end, the Confederacy did not mimic the Mandalorian conquerors and left their bombardment vessels back home. They would have to rid Eshan of the beskar-clad cancer by hand, with surgical precision. The theatres of the battle were quickly decided: The capital city would be stormed, the camps at which Mandalorians licked their wounds expunged, and the natives would be given safe harbor. Those commanding the Confederate naval forces would work to provide ample support to those on the ground. And those who had long awaited an opportunity to taste Mandalorian blood would have their fill.

This day, the past would not just die – it would be killed.

Spoiler: Objectives

Early intelligence suggests that a new figure dares to sit upon the throne of Eshan. This "regent" must be silenced as his claim toppled. Fight through the tattered remains of Eshan's capital city and restore the throne to its people.​

Our intelligence suggests that Mandalorians are licking their wounds within a section of "Healer Camps" on the city outskirts. We shall not suffer their Empire - or their kind - to live any further. Storm the camps and put to an end every Mandalorian within sight.​

There are many who, like the Vicelord himself, proudly wear the mantle of Dar'manda. Those who refused to acknowledge Mand'alor the Usurper's claim, or chose exile over kneeling before a bigoted regime, had received the following missive prior to the operation: "Greetings, You have been cordially invited to the Invasion of Eshan by the Vicelord of the CIS. Most of you have something in common. A distinct dislike and or grievance with the current iteration of the Clans of Mandalore. Mandalorian Empire. Either or. Depends on the day. We arrive, as a nation, to protect the citizens of Eshan. We ask that you minimize collateral damage, however, any head cleaved from the shoulders of our enemies will result in a thankful reward." Now was the chance for the Dar'manda to have their fill of Mandalorian blood. Hunt down the upper echelon and bring true change to Manda'yaim.​

As is the case with every planetary assault, claiming space superiority is vital to success. Meet the Mandalorian forces standing guard over Eshan head-on; and give your comrades on the ground the room they need to fulfill their objectives.​

Our fangs are bared exclusively against the Mandalorian menace, and therefore those children of the Light have come to bring healing to the Echani people. Prove to the broken world that our battle is just - provide them with shelter, supplies, and the care that their conquerors have so crudely taken away.​

Spoiler: CIS Tag

[member=A'Runda]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Alden Akaran"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
[member="Amaya Cardei"]
[member="Amelia von Sorenn"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst"] Sovereign
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Azmodan"]
[member="Betty Americus"]
[member="Braan Kell"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Timorem"]
[member="Darth Novus"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Dhakarta"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Drauchir"]
[member="Ecthelion Aiglos"]
[member="Efried Halbrecht"]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Gray Venasir"]
[member="Hajrah Marjanah"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Jade"] Isara
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kalee Bladesworn"]
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kwelin Orlov"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Lefwen Claskier"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Mallory Bash"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Mauer"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member="Osintrium"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Shalita Vi'dreya"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Taramaz Laurs"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Traveler"]
[member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Voph"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Xenro"]
[member="Zhai'ellev"]

Spoiler: Mandalorian Staff

[member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="Cynthia Solus"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​- Eshan System - ​

- Bryn'adûl Forces Prepare -​

​

​Gear:

Spoiler

- Combat Vest
- Tathra's Mace
- Composite Shield
- Gauntlets
- Flail Attachment

Everything, was proceeding as he had forseen.

In no matter of days, Tathra had done something few ever dreamed of. He had conquered a world and created war amongst Galactic Giants without lifting a finger. One quick strike, a few thousand credits worth spent - and now? Death had come to the doorstep of the Galaxy at large.

And the Bryn’adul was its escort. Even as the Confederates and Mandalorians charged toward their own destructions, they were deaf to the reality of this Galactic Battle. They were pawns for the glory of the Bryn’adul.

Tathra knew this, his pieces already in place. The Mandalorians had not been in such strength that they could oppose the premature entry of Bryn’adul forces, lying in wait just outside the reach of the system. Their sensors eagerly waiting for the Confederates to arrive as Tathra knew they would. The Chieftain had no great deal of love for technology, the use of ships. But he saw that they were a means to an end. The real fight would be on Eshan, not in the boiling sky’s above.
-
Tathra knew when the Seers had brought him into the Makra’desh cove that they had something to show him, a beautiful vision of Eshan scorched with blood - himself half drowned in his own ecstasy and rage. A delightful image, one he was ready for. His Drael, some were unsure of the expansions they had made. But he was their Chieftain, and he had gotten them this far. The Chieftain’s titian eyes glossed over the many Extant that worked to run the ships, his Drael thankfully freed of such trivial labours. His massive form slowly passed through the upper decks of the ship. He was headed for a particular docking bay.

The bronze interiors of the ship hummed with a sinister serenity as the elevator threw itself down towards the bottom of the ship, the gentle song of the electronics were engulfed by the sounds of the beasts and Bryn’adul alike.

The doors open with a snap-hiss, the Chieftain stepping out - kitted in his battle gear as the Bryn’adul forces all bowed as he passed. Grosck was amongst his Brutes, their voices drowned out by the sounds of both creature and soldier.

Tathra’s fist rose as he stood behind Grosck, his Brutes focus shifting to their Chieftain as the clenched fist demanded silence amongst the Bryn’adul, a telekinetic command ushering silence from the beasts as the warriors grew silent out of respect.

“[Draelvasier]: Today, blood will be ours Bryn’adul. Drael, Drurgul, Ungullian and Extant alike. Today, we will bathe in the blood of the Confederates. We will destroy their machines! The Mandalorians have been our pawns! We will show them the truth of war! Glory awaits, take it from their feeble grasp! Fear not pain nor death!”

A collective guttural growl escaped from the many hundreds within the hangar. Titian eyes fell on the Commander of the Brutes, the gusto of his words lost in the cold fixed flippancy of his battle focused expression.

“[Draelvasier]: Grosck, I will not be joining you on the first launch. I believe you have the strength to take our landing zone. Do not fail yourself nor your men. And most certainly do not fail me. I will join you shortly.”

Tathra removed himself from the hangar, from the eyes of his fellow warriors. Tathra boarded a personal ship, robust but small. Black as space itself. He had another task, he had to greet his foes.


​Before all others, the Bryn'adûl would rise to the symphony of war.

​| [member="Grosck Bah'azet"] | [member="Mother"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] |

 

[Malok]

Location: The Capital, Eshan
Accompanying: [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Adron Malvern"]
Tag: [member="Valencia Hadley"], [member="Kasca Fen"]

Spoiler: Loadout

Riding: Cin Bes'uliik

• CZ-839 Sonic Carbine (Stowed)
• 55A "All Fate" Disruptor Rifle (Stowed)

Wearing:

• Reforged-Beskar'gamGauntlet of Hod Haran (Right)
• Echoy'lii Shukorok (Left)
• Baroness APG (Rigged: Shoulder Mounted)
• Ri Qorit Disabler
• Paragon-class Personal Energy Shield

[*]Second Lightsabre
[*]Sonic Grenades
[*]Yrkaa Sidearm
[*]Ha'rangir (Tomahawk)
[*]Nullified Parcel

He always imagined that this day would be happier.

When the alabaster woman wandered into his life, she was the definition of lost. She was on the run from demons of the past and feared returning to that place called Home. Though jarring at first, Darth Metus came to open his arms to the Echani that would become his greatest friend. They became bound one to another - ensnared by a Force-forged river of thought that left not a single door closed. The Sith came to know why [member="Srina Talon"] feared returning to Eshan so. He came to understand the plight which faced her family and those she loved. And, for many months, he devoted himself to her training: not to create a peerless Sith Lord, but to prepare her to remedy this blight upon her life. However. Srina was robbed of the opportunity to save her family by her own hands. All had transpired so quickly - but the pain she felt ripped through their Bond.

He had seen her wounded before. He had seen her terrified. Yet this? This was agony of the highest caliber.

Before this day, Darth Metus was content with wearing the mantle Dar'manda. He was fine with leaving the Mandalorian part of his personal history behind, in favor of being himself. Those he once called vode had become misguided - but given their bigotry towards the Force, he felt no shame in turning his back. Exile was the preference. Yet this was his folly. If he knew that casting a blind eye to that damned Empire would bring such pain to one so treasured, he would have marched on Manda'yaim much sooner. And as the tears of his apprentice fell, the Sith knew great fury. Not at just the corrupt people following a usurper, but at himself. He refused to put to the sword his past, and because of it his Srina suffered. No. Longer. He would not suffer his apprentice to weep any longer. And his nation would not suffer another Empire to live. It mattered not what name they claimed in the moment - they were still the misguided children of Ra's tyranny.

And he would make them bleed.

By his command did the Southern Systems rise up, eager to put to the sword yet another oppressor. Thus had become their charge in the Galaxy: to shatter those who dared trample millions underfoot. The sins of the Mandalorians were concrete: they had bombarded the innocent, utilizing a terrorist cell as their cause of war. The pretext was so ridiculously thin that, if it were another world and another people, Darth Metus would have laughed. But in this instant, there was only wrath to be found. At the appointed hour, the Confederate forces sliced through the depths of hyperspace and clashes with the Imperial forces in orbit. Darth Metus and those closest to him occupied one of many transport vessels which lurched towards the surface - weathering the assault of anti-air weaponry and escort screens all the way down. There were losses, as there would always be in war, but to liberate Eshan this was an acceptable price.

Darth Metus' goal for this operation was simple. Dance in the blood of his former people until peace could be restored to the Echani homeworld. Break the regent who dared sully the throne of Eshan. And commence a campaign against Mandalore that would never cease until their regime was naught but memory.

As the transport touched down, he felt her apprehension. Though the alabaster woman's hunger for vengeance was as thick as his lust for blood, the sacrifice of lives for her people did not rest well in her soul. Many times prior to launching the operation, she plead that they did not wage war for her sake. Even now, as the Vicelord mounted his Bes'uliik, he could feel her silver eyes on him. Silently wondering if what he was willing to do was right. But in response, she found the rear of his fingers gracing her arm as he ascended the iron beast. And though the gesture was physically small, the message it carried was as vast the seas. Would you not do the same for me? She knew the answer. If it came down to it, she would burn ten thousand worlds if it meant staying her Master from harm. And for his beloved apprentice, he would gladly liberate hers.

Their transport settled down with a minor thud upon the charred earth, and Darth Metus reached for the disruptor rifle which hung from his beast. As the ramp extended, iron footsteps preceded the hulking monstrosity. A cadre of battle droids rushed down the ramp, pouring into the city streets with blasters at the ready. Opening shots began to rush from their barrels as the Cin Bes'uliik lumbered down onto the surface of Eshan. With but a click of the Sith's teeth, the beast summoned its shield into being - providing both master and rider the benefit of cover whilst the landing party disembarked. It was in those precious moments that Darth Metus saw to the other charges which had graced his life. With rapid-eye movements, his HUD spelt out a missive which was launched across the Confederate Network - coming to a halt upon the datapad held by one [member="Valencia Hadley"].

The role which he had presented to the Viceroy was one that promised combat...but there was a large part of him which regretted putting her in harm's way. Even though she would be relegated to a supportive, humanitarian role, the possibility of something going awry was high. Thus, the missive was simple: Do not stray from the Droids. If things get too hairy, fall back to the Fortressa. Please, be safe. Please. With the message transmitted, the Sith drew a calming breath. He had to believe that she would be alright. He had to Focus on the task at hand. And as the seconds rolled by, the comm network began to sing. The battle for Eshan's sovereignty had begun - and their role was just beginning.

 

[Ettiene Kharne]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Fortressa, Orbit (Eshan)[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Establish Starfighter Presence[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Attire: [/SIZE]Flight Suit[SIZE=12pt] (w/ Helmet & Gloves)[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Armament: [/SIZE]KC-95 “Ace of Spades” Blaster Pistol​

[SIZE=12pt]Ship: [/SIZE]T-77 “Talon” Stealth Interceptor​

[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]CIS & Allies[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]ME & Friends[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Post: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]1[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]It was the calm before the storm and it was only a matter of time before they could expect a full-on response from the savages that had chosen to sack the Echani homeworld. They were here, not by invitation, but out of necessity; the people of Eshan needed them. Something had to be done in response to the devastation these monsters that called themselves the Mandalorian Empire had done to the people here. Orbital bombardment and genocide deemed necessary on the whim sprung from a lie. And so that’s why the Confederacy had come. That’s why they were here. Showing in mass for a humanitarian effort while also showing the galaxy, and these Mandalorians in particular, that such travesties would not go unpunished. It helped, though, that the CIS had ties to Eshan simply because of the authority of certain Echani within its very ranks.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Alden found himself in the pre-flight briefing room, awaiting the official call given for a run he already knew he would be flying. But still, formalities had to be followed and pre-mission briefs were a given. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It was a moderate room, capable of sitting a few dozen pilots comfortably. Alden found himself on the front row of the stadium style seating arrangement; his helmet sat propped upon his right knee, his gloves tucked neatly into a pocket over his left arm. His sapphire eyes flashed to the graying man that stood at the podium in his service dress. He was a superior officer in this regard and had been the individual unfortunate enough to be selected to give the brief for today’s mission. “Listen up,” the man began, his voice deep with a harsh rasp to it, “You all know why we’re here; the Mandalorians Empire, as they’ve gone to calling themselves, has assaulted the world of Eshan and committed to a genocide of its people. The Fortressa has moved into position to relay aid to the denizens here and there will be a blockade set in place as more of the Confederacy forces arrive. Expect heavy opposition out there and a full force retaliation from the Mandalorians.” The aging man paused, scanning the reactions of the men and woman that occupied the room. Everyone was listening, a pleasant change from habits of the past. So…the man continued. “You all have your assignments and are expected to keep in contact with OPCON [operations control] and alert of any changes. Now let’s get out there and good hunting pilots!” He quickly raised and lowered a salute those in the room. “Dismissed!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Alden tapped the brim of his helmet with a finger before rising and tucking it beneath an arm. Good ole mission briefs certainly didn’t differ much, no matter the mission. It was just a routine overview at what was at stake here and what they be plan to expect. Each squadron commander had already received the individual orders for their groups and what role they’d been planning a day prior to given then adequate time to review and disperse the relevant information to those in their squads. For Alden, he’d be in commanded of a smaller squadron today, but that was always subject to change depending on the circumstance. His squadron would be primarily responsible for eliminating point defense systems of enemy capital ships, quelling enemy starfighters and, if necessary, running close air support planetside. The final task would only come if a call was put forth from the ground forces should they find themselves in need of it for any reason. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He gave a final nod to the superior that had briefed them as he headed out of the room, proceeding toward the hangar where his starfighter was being prepped for today’s mission. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It would take him a few minutes to trek the distance to hangar 4B. The doors hissed open where Alden was quickly met by a flight officer who looked down to a data pad in hand before returning the attention back to Alden. “You’ve got zero-one-seven-four, Marshal. The rest of your squadron already has their assignments and awaits your command, sir. Good hunting out there.” The officer spoke quickly, his voice a nasally baritone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Thank you. That will be all.” Alden gave a brief reply to the man and quickly eyed the starfighter to the far right of the hangar with ’01-74’ painted on either wing tip in white. There were eight T-77 ‘Talon’ Stealth Interceptors in the hangar, all with their wing tips flared up in the standard parked configuration and all but one of the starfighters in the hangar had engines that had already flared to life. He quickly climbed into the cockpit and thumbed over a several commands, initiating the startup sequence to the vessel, smiling as the engines roared to life. His helmet sat on his knee for the moment and his gloves which he pulled from the pocket on his arm lay across his thigh as he ensured he was fastened in everywhere he needed to be. A moment later he thumbed over another few commands to initiate the automated pre-flight diagnostics. Immediately the ship’s onboard computer began to ran tests while Alden pulled on his gloves and helmet before finally pulling the cockpit closed. A high-pitched whistle broke through as the air seal was formed. [/SIZE]

Spoiler

[SIZE=8pt]\\T-77_01-74_SABER_1[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\SYSTEM_DIAGNOSTIC_&_ANALYSIS…RUN[/SIZE]

[SIZE=8pt]INITIALIZING…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=8pt]STATUS…COMPLETE[/SIZE]

[SIZE=8pt]POWER_LEVELS…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\ENGINES…NOMINAL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\HYPERDRIVE…NOMINAL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\LIFE_SUPPORT…NOMINAL[/SIZE]

[SIZE=8pt]WEAPON_SYSTEMS…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\LASER_CANNON…NOMINAL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\TORPEDO…NOMINAL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\ION_CANNON…NOMINAL[/SIZE]

[SIZE=8pt]SHIELDING…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\PRIMARY…NOMINAL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\HULL_INTEGRITY…NOMINAL[/SIZE]

[SIZE=8pt]REPORT…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\ALL_SYSTEMS_CLEAR[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]\\STATUS…NOMINAL[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The computer chimed with a faint tone as it finished its diagnostics and Alden glanced to the small display where he looked through the report. Everything was good to go. It didn’t long for him to thumb a few more commands and rotate and few dials before firmly grasping the yoke with his right hand and the throttle lever with his left. The engines roared louder and Alden opened a short commlink to the eight pilots, all to his left. ::Mission’s a go! Let’s go find ourselves a bucket!:: The channel quickly closed afterward, but not before a flurry of scattered cheers and ‘huahs’ broke through. Alden let a grin come across his face as he opened a channel to OPCON. ::OPCON, Saber 1. Over.::[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]::Saber 1, this is OPCON. Over:: The reply was came across swiftly from operations control.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]::OPCON. Saber 1. Requesting permission to take off from hangar bay 4 Bravo. Over:: Alden responded in short. Of all the things he loved about being a starfighter pilot, it was this part he absolutely hated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]::Saber 1, this is OPCON. You’re are a go for take off via hangar bay 4 Bravo. Happy flying out there.::[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The commlink closed and the engines of the Talon roared even louder. Within seconds the vessel lifted from the hangar bay floor and began to float. He input another few commands and then pushed the throttle forward. The starfighter sped out of the hangar and into the open space above the planet’s orbit. Quickly the other seven would fall in line forming the classic ‘V’ as Saber Squadron began its mission.[/SIZE]

 

[Quoron Cadera]

Allies: Mandos
Enemies: CIS
Location: Eshan Orbit on the bridge of the Pitiless Spirit
Resources: 1 Mythosaur 1 Crusader Class other ships are arriving

Spoiler

https://soundcloud.com/gro-grova/saws-n-sines-grogrova

The Fleet Admiral of the Emerald fleet heard the call as soon as the CIS began to enter into Mando space. At once he began to rally the fleet and set course for Eshan. When he had visited last he had sought to go on an adventure to free those suffering on Eshan. Once this was done the Mandalorians left Eshan to its own devices but granted it protection if attacked. Now is the time, it is being attacked. The Emerald fleet did not travel together because it was a special mission fleet that used some of the powerhouse ships of the Mandalorian Armada. As he dropped out of hyperspace he signaled to the mythosaur that was joining them.

"Launch all fighters in a defensive formation around our ships so that the rest of the fleet will be safe upon entry. Have 4 squadrons ready to escort our gunships to the surface of the planet."

With that, the Verdant Immortal went to war. He signaled to the hanger of the Pitiless Spirit, his flagship, to launch its gunships and transports to that defensive positions could be established and the evacuation of civilians could begin. He pressed a button on his arm and opened a channel to broadcast to all units friendly and not to state his case.

"Members of the Confederacy of Independent Systems you have brought terror and fear to a peaceful world. I will do everything in my power to stop your twisted goal from coming to fruition. I am sending transports to the surface for the express purpose of moving civilians out of harm's way so that they are not harmed. These ships are solely for humanitarian purposes and will not fire if they come upon a hostile unit unless fired upon first. The United Clans of Mandalore reject your claim to this sovereign world and we will fight tooth and nail to protect these people, those you seek to make refugees. I am Quoron Cadera, Fleet Admiral of Her Mandalore's Fleet Emerald and you shall not pass."

With that, he closed the channel and signaled to the transports to unload their weapon supplies and load medical and humanitarian supplies such as food and blankets. He signaled to the transports to launch and for the guns and shields to be charged on both ships. He knew the main armada was coming and he needed to be ready. He also sent a message to the Eshani government detailing them the current situation that they find themselves in and his pledge to defend them. With that, he looked out into the vastness of space as the fighters launched and he steeled himself for the battle to come.

 

[Valdus Bral]

Location: Eshan City
Objective: Hold back the invasion force while reserve troops escort the Echani civilians to subterranean bunkers.
Opponent: [member="OOM-330"]
Post: 1

Spoiler

Spoiler

Some flavor for the city battle, by no means official. Credit to PRDart .

Valdus' helmet tilted towards the sky as the sky went alight with the flames of drop-ships bursting through the atmosphere, the glow of orange dully reflecting off his visor. It had been a while since the Mandalorian had fought in such a large battle and every time he saw this site he admired it. In a way it was beautiful and awe-inspiring - like watching the storm surround you within its eye. Gathering his thoughts he initiated his commlink, " Ram'ser, see to it that the droids and the rabble keep the citizens safe - they've been through enough already." There was a brief pause before a female voice of his elite recon responded, "At once, Al'verde [commander]." Static then filled the commlink before it too terminated. Valdus' eyes looked down from the roof he was standing atop, waiting for the inevitable convoy of occupying forces. Behind him was the palace, however he was tasked with evacuation, not to defend the palace as a primary directive.

His commlink sputtered to life as a grizzled male voice came over the commlink, " Beviin Ne'tra [black], approaching." The commlink terminated, but the silence was not long before anther channel opened, " Beviin Ve'vut [gold], on approach." Static ensued and another channel opened, " Beviin Ge'tal [red], approaching." Finally the series of transmissions was followed by, " Beviin Keben [blue], on approach." Valdus responded with a snarl of a voice, the half canine facial structure growling out, " Deploy when ready." As he said that four heavy transports flew low overhead, relative to his high ground position, the roar of their ion drives was immense and shook the windows of the tall buildings that still managed to have windows. Seconds later the backs of the ships opened as they descended directly downwards. Two ships landed on adjacent buildings to Valdus and the other two landed on the opposite side of the main-street.

Symmetrical forces appeared on both sides of the main street buildings, a hulking droid on each accompanying a squad of heavily armored troops and a light infantry squad on the foremost parallel positions. Sergeants from the light infantry jump troopers barked orders and pointed at mid-level windows on buildings that the other jump troopers were on. As if on queue the two squads ran across the rooftops , leaping off them, and engaging their jump packs and repulsor boots - bursting into the mid-level windows of the building that the opposite squad had previously been on. Their boots were the first to meet the windows as they bust through them and took positions.

The heavy infantry squads began to setup their Palisade projectors on the edges of the rooftops, blue shields sprung to life - though they were so high up that only aircraft would have a chance at seeing these shields. The large war droids took a kneeling position as to not be seen from the ground, however the heavy infantry soldiers were easily concealed by the angle. Valdus' plan was to have the Wardens (heavy infantry) ambush the inevitable convoy with their RPS-6 launchers and have the Advance Guard (light infantry) tear apart opposition infantry with their high powered Mandalorian Assault Rifles.

"Hold positions, not a single rocket or bolt before I give the order." His commlink went dead, but he did not wait long before the Sergeants of the Advance Guard and Wardens gave a unified, affirming " Al'verde."

Spoiler

MAIN FORCE: Setting up an ambush on the main through way to the Eshan Palace building.

Commander: Valdus Bral
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Troops:
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
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Elite:
M. Ram'ser (1/1) [elite recon sniper]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
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Transport:
Beviin H. Transport (4/4) [heavy transport]
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49 Infantry, 4 Transports


RESERVE FORCE: Escorting the Civilians to the bunkers with the Ram'ser supervising.
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Troops:
Echani Militia (50/50) [Recruit Militia]
SLAM droids (25/25) [Trained Infantry]
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75 infantry

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Quoron Cadera"]

Allies- mandalorian empire
Enemies- Cis
Location- pitiless spirit hangar bay
Troops being used- beast tamers x35 and God killers x50

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/137264-the-beast-tamers/#entry1873993 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/92026-the-god-killers/

War, it was something stardust enjoyed. It was something that made her who she was today, looking out over the ones she had gathered she let a breath our. Today she would go to war again not as stardust, but as the emerald dragon who's fiery fury knew no bounds. Today she would defend the empire she called home and would push back the enemy that dared to lay claim to a planet that wasnt theirs

It seemed a beast was getting greedy and needed a lesson

Stepping onto some crates she whistled to get her small armies attention

today, we head to defend eshan, it seems a government known as the confederacy of the independent systems has arrived to lay claim on the planet...we are to insure they do not claim it. I want everyone to look next to you each side, these are your battle brothers and sisters. Trust them with your life....work together and we will push the invaders back to their borders! And further! Show them they shall not dare anger the mandalorian empire! Oya! Oya! Oya!

The sound resided through the hangar, stardust turned and hopped off making her way for a transport as she started checking her own weapons, nova was there, both sabers, both blasters cleaned and ready to go...her armor was ready to take a few hits if needed. Looking back again she smiled and rolled her shoulders

It was a good day to fight

 

[Raiz]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tlu1ZfYr6vA​

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Allies: Mandalorian Empire.​

Enemies: Confederacy of Independent Systems.​

Location: Sundari Palace, Mandalore.​

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Gaius, in his humanoid form, sat smugly upon the seat which normally hosted the Mand’alor - Luckily for him, both Yasha and, his father, Ambrose were away from the palace to deal with small matters but it did not stop the palace guards from scolding him for acting like a child. A playfully large grin came across the man’s face and began to speak, however, before a word could be uttered a screen popped up from within the throne itself and icons begun to sporadically flair upon it. With a few buttons pressed and swipes of his fingers, least of which involved putting in his personalized password, the map of Mandalorian space popped up on the screen and several icons indicating CIS ships were making their way to Eshan.

“Oh boy - Eshan is under attack, by the ... Condeferacy, that is strange but I need to raise the alarm.”

Without hesitation, the Gurlanin Prince begun pressing through the system and directed himself straight to the ‘State of Emergency’ protocol, initiating it with the following message to be relayed to any and all Mandalorian’s connected to the channel.

<<EMERGENCY - THE PLANET ESHAN IS BEING INVADED BY THE CONFEDERACY - THE ECHANI ARE IN-DANGER - OUR BROTHERS ARE IN-DANGER - HAILI CETARE - EMERGENCY>>

With that message being relayed on a loop, Gaius jumped out of the throne and made his way to the spaceport to begin his own path towards the planet.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Descending down to Eshan
Objectives: Clear the Mandalorians from the city
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Darth Novus"]
Theme: Link
Equipment:

Spoiler

• Crimson Dread
• Winter
• Lightsaber
• Te'Kyr
• Holocomm
• ND-012 Ri Qorit Disabler

​There was something to be said about those who sought out war blindly. Perhaps the Mandalorians did not believe their actions would have no ramifications, or maybe they even wished it was so, giving them the chance to test their iron on an enemy of true strength. Whether it was their dream or nightmare it had come for them in the form of The Confederacy of Independent Systems. A nation who spat upon the very notion of an Imperial element in the galaxy, their judgement was swift and it would surely be severe. Eshan was woefully unprepared when these barbarians charged through the skies on their ungodly war machines. What was able to be scrambled as a resistance to the invasion was quickly dispatched, left rotting in the dust like a corpse from many battles ago. No sooner than the final Echani warrior had fallen, the first Confederate ship darted into hyperspace. Perhaps it had not been quite so consecutive but the speed in which the Confederate armada was formed was astonishing none the less.

They traveled in the thousands across a galaxy of dust and stars to bring vengeance and justice. Now as they stood, hovering over this wartorn world there was a silence that no amount of chatter could breach. This war had not been like the battle of Copero, a furious crusade with the intent on wiping abomination from the face of the galaxy. This mission was born in sadness and necessity, not honor and eagerness. No matter how this battle ended, the result would be the same, Eshan scarred. Darth Malphas thought little of this, little of this small planet in the middle of the Six Sisters, little of the alabaster people who had graced this galaxy for over a thousand years, and even little of these mongrel warriors who dared to carve their way through Eshan. All of these things were surmountable in the grand scheme of things and had little effect on the Sith Lord. Until he realized one thing.

His friend and partner, his fellow Exarch, had cherished her world. Though she escaped the writhing politics that it forced upon her family it was still her world, her people. Malphas did not search for tears or pain. He knew Srina hurt, this was inevitable, she was not hollow or without emotion. No, what he saw in his friend was a reflection of what he had seen in himself the days following Serenno's occupation by the Sith Empire. He had been all but helpless as his world was ripped apart, crushed, and burned into some new monstrosity to be utilized and exploited by the Sith Empire. He knew the feeling all too well of watching your world suffer. He'd spoken all he would speak to Srina on the matter, it was no longer relevant.

They stood within their shuttle, rushing down to the planet's surface. From the window beside him Malphas could see the Vulture droids flying escort for the leaders of The Confederacy. Their gunmetal coating made them seem like black shadows cutting through the skies. He said nothing and simply watched them. His eyes had been a brilliant blue, almost like the crystals plucked from a Jedi's lightsaber. As he stared at the droids flying outside his eyes began to shift. The deep blue he'd had was turning vibrant, nearly to a glow. Not long after that they would swirl and dilute with a cloudy shade of lavender. Closing his eyes Malphas would feel the touch of the Dark Side, wrapping around him as if a blanket for a newborn babe. When he opened his eyes again the shuttle would kiss the ground, a soft rock signifying their landing. Amethyst eyes turned towards the shuttle's main door, watching closely as the loading ramp began to extend down to the planet's surface. A thick cloud of smoke and dust billowed into the shuttle and Adron looked to Srina, grabbing her wrist so she would not exit the shuttle just yet.

His eyes would meet hers for the briefest of moments before he tucked his hand into a small satchel on his belt. From that satchel he would pull a single pristine ring. By appearance a bobble that would have been crafted by some fine jeweler or something similar. However as Malphas took Srina's hand, he would slide the ring onto her ring finger and she would feel the push and flow of the Dark Side, how it was so tightly packed into this single jewel. The royal blue gem at the crown of the ring seemed to shimmer ever so faintly before returning to it's normal hue. He pressed his hand over hers, eyeing her closely before speaking a single word in the tongue of savages. "Te'Kyr," He would offer her, before bowing his head to her, his forehead brushing against her hand before he turned out of the shuttle. The sword at his side hung from his belt freely as the man dug his hand back into the satchel on his waist. He would produce a small black string, wrapping it against his finger before his hands rose to his shadowy hair.

As the Sith took in the scene of the city before him he would bind his hair into a tight ponytail so it would not be in his way during this skirmish. Heavy, metallic footsteps surrounded him, four of them pausing to place him in the center of a four man formation. The off-white droids that stood before him had crimson optics which saw all, their large electrostaffs gave off faint hums as Malphas wrapped his hand around the hilt of his sword. The Magnaguard seemed to have a certain appeal to them this day, perhaps the Exarch was growing on his guard detail.

 

[Oz Zol]

Location: Eshan
Allies: CIS + Friends
Objective: Scourge

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qjzjhl-QztE

This was it...

This was what the last weeks or so was building up to. If Rato was being honest he'd have to say that he wasn't all to invested in what this war was being fought over. He was just a poor sap risking his life based on the principles of his superiors. It certainly wasn't the most comforting thought. To know that the his life, and the lives of his brothers in arms were at the mercy of overly passionate space wizards with deadly glow sticks.

Not only that, but based on the hyper-turbulent nature of conflicts in the galaxy. To think that this was going to be a war without any longevity, and long term stakes. What was the point? It was like building a sand castle, sure you could have some pride in it. But you know in the end it's only a matter of time before the waves take it from you. Versus building a monument to stand the test of time for generations to admire. But here they were, putting their blood, sweat, and tears into a sand castle. Is this really a system worth entertaining?

It seemed as though the galaxy was made for these brutal but snappy wars. Ones for leaders to start and end with little to no consequence. For them to only pull out as soon as they go in, all the while giving someone like Rato a mere pat on the back in playing his part. Maybe a badge or ribbon to show that he was here. Something to possibly make it all more satisfying. It was as though it was all just some kind of game. Like a kid playing with toy soldiers. Where a figure like himself gets blasted aside so they can bring out their favorite action figures and smash them together, pretending like they were fighting. Except those expendable toy soldiers were grunts like Rato, and the prized action figures were Sith Lords, Jedi Masters, and Legendary Mandalorian Worries. Lives like his were cast aside so the egos of the greats can be cared for.

All in all people like Rato were just filler to make way for the exceptional few of the galaxy. To prop them up on his shoulders as a clear sign of blatant superiority. However, thinking deeper on the subject of the upcoming conflict was cut short as Rato readied himself to arrive.

Later...

Rato emerged from the wreckage of his transport shuttle, his gear on him, his blaster rifle in his hands. But the crash left his head spinning with a slight ringing in his ears. As his senses came to him his duties as a medic snapped back to him. Tossing himself around he looked back at the now burning wreck that was the shuttle him and his team arrived in. As he started to stumble back to it to help his fellow comrades that were still possibly stuck and alive, it was too late. The shuttle's fuel supply must've ignited as a wave of unseen force and heat knocked Rato over on his back and causing his blaster rifle to leave his hands. Scrambling back up he looked on at the orange glow of the fire as it finally hit him, he was now alone, and behind enemy lines.

Grabbing his blaster rifle off the ground the half-Falleen found himself on an unfamiliar planet, with plenty of hostiles on the outskirts of the capital. However, he still had a mission to do, even if he didn't have his squad with him anymore. Rato needed to to act as a one man death squad against any Mandalorians he came across.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Location: Drop Pod->Eshan
Allied Peps: TBA
Opposing Peps: @Kylo Kyr'am
Equipment: Shatory Reishūkaku, Mk1 Shadow Rifle, LightSaber, OSA, H.T.E Blaster Pistol,

The Madaloiran Empire, the name along made her angry. Time and time again one of those would emerge within the galaxy, their beskar cladded troops rising from the home world and taking what they wanted. The difference? This empire like it's Sith puppet mastered pulled the peaceful card, hiding behind 'just' rule of engagement and pretending to be civil. A facard they had broken time and time again, first when they attack the former capital of the Galactic Alliance, destroying a Jedi academy and killing those present as 'revenge' against a small strike force that attacked their own world. Next came several attacks against the New republic on fabricated evidence of a fleet that would attack them, not to mention the countless raids against the Silver Jedi.

It was frustrating, how so many people believed their lies of peace and unity, that people sucked up to the act of their leader being all kind and nice. She hated it, all of it, the hypocrisy of their people but now, now they had gone to far, their fake 'slave liberation' of a planet were such was not carried out had pushed the line. The planned invasion being at the top of Kurenai's to do list, over taking any prior arrangements she had made, today was payback time, and maybe, just maybe after all was said and done those memories would no longer bother her, hopefully, only time would tell.

Clenching her fists in anticipation for the upcoming fight a sudden rumble through her pod was felt, the atmosphere resistant against the high speed metal object, a sharp hiss coming from down below as the thrusts engaged to slow the falling pod to a safe speed. Finally a deafening thud silenced all of it, the compartment hatch opening to a dusty area, the floating particles soon settling to show a ruined and burning city. "... Just like old times, remind me of 100 different battlefields". The Mandos were certainly taking a page out of the Sith Empire's book with this attack, seems quite strange that they would commit such an act, after all were they not trying to rescue slaves? No doubt such an attack would have killed many of those they were trying to save, if it was true, just another piece of evidence to show that their reasoning for taking over the planet was fake.

Such thinking was best left for later, right now Kurenai was in hostile territory, the women quickly finding cover, opening her comlink to the other parties making planet fall. "This is Knight Yumi, landing successful all clear for now, I have seem to landed in one of the major impact zones, doesn't smell like anything is alive down here, making my way towards the objective, over and out". Bringing her rifle to the ready the black armored women started a slow and cautious trek towards the meeting point were she would hopefully meet up with the rest of the strike force.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

OOC
Objective: Attack and destroy or drive off the CIS fleet
Allies: Mandalorians and allies
Enemies: CIS and allies
Opponent: CIS Fleeters
Location: Aboard the Aegis Eternum, in a hex near Eshan. Then enroute to Eshan
Fleet:

• Kanjiklub Star Deceiver (x3)
• Mandalorian Star Destroyer (x4)
• Hammerhead Destroyer (x2)
• Unicorn-class Heavy Cruiser (x1)
• IFW Ton Falk-class Escort Carrier (x1)

We Are Warriors (song)
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It was a peaceful day out in the void, and for that Adenn was happy. Well, it wasn't the only reason, but it was part of it. The main reason why he was so happy was because he'd recently been given access to some new ships. Not just some, but a small fleet of them, enough to burn a world to the ground if need be. The small fleet had been named the Mors Classemque(Death Fleet). A rather fitting name for the fleet. It was death incarnate, and Adenn was in command of it; and Adenn wished to see his fleet once again. Thus, it wasn't long before Adenn found himself on the bridge looking out across the void, and towards his many new ships. They gleamed in the faint light of the nearby sun. It was an impressive display of technical engineering. Though the view that Adenn had was interrupted by a message from one of the bridge crew.

When Adenn read the message, he very nearly crushed the datapad in his hand. On the screen one could see, CIS attacking Eshan. Sensors tripped, troops deployed, fleet damaged. A few moments ago Adenn had been happy, now he was furious. The CIS had decided to attack Eshan, whatever reason they had for attacking a part of the Mandalorian Empire, they would pay for it. Turning towards his bridge crew, he spoke to his little fleet.
Listen up everyone. Red Zero, Red Zero, Red Zero. Eshan is being attacked by the CIS. We're close by, so we're heading there to destroy their pitiful fleet and kill their soldiers. They will regret the day they decided to attack the Mandalorian Empire. Today the scrap heap has come to us. So let's not let it go to waste. Everyone get your weapons ready, I want boarding pods prepped, drop pods ready. Get the AT-ADs and Titan Tanks prepped. We will make them pay for this transgression! Oya vod!
A similar message was sent to nearby Mandalorian outposts and ships. That message read "To all nearby Mandalorian troops, ships whatever. The CIS is invading Eshan. I repeat, the CIS is invading Eshan! These scrap heaps are asking for a thrashing, so let's give one to them."

With that said, Adenn cut the transmission. He turned to his bridge, they were already in a flurry of activity. Coordinates for Eshan were set, and after a few minutes calls from the other ships in the fleet came through. They were all ready, just waiting for the command to jump. After checking to make sure everyone was ready one last time, Adenn ordered his fleet to jump to Eshan. Thankfully, the fleet was near Eshan, so it only took a few minutes to get there. Once they arrived at the edge of the system, they saw war, and a fleet of CIS ships. Adenn growled at the sight, these aruetiis would learn the errors of their ways soon enough.

Since they were at the edge of the, no one should be able to detect them. So Adenn ordered the Kanjiklub deceivers to cause some havoc. Said havoc was in the form of them displaying more ships than were there, as well as make themselves appear bigger. At the same time, the other destroyers deployed their fighter complements. Soon enough the area around the destroyers were filled with fighters. It didn't seem like much, but it was. As well, within each of the ships that had hangers. Drop pods had been prepped and were simply awaiting their drops, shuttles had been filled with AT-ADs and Mandalorians.

Each and every single one of them was more than ready to defend Eshan. It may seem like an invasion force, but it was a defense force. They were all ready to jump straight into the fires of war. They had all done their pre-war rituals, prepared themselves to the best of their abilities. Calls of "oya" were heard all around.

Meanwhile on the bridge of the Aegis Eternum, Adenn was pacing back and forth. He was debating what to do, he had many ships, yes, but not enough to single handedly do anything against the CIS. He knew more people were there, and coming, but that didn't take away from the fact that in the end, it would still be a slugfest with tactics. It took a minute, but he had a plan. Adenn had the fleet split into 3 prongs, with 1 Kanjiklub Deceiver in the middle of it all. The deceivers had their holo projectors active to display weaker ships than what was really there. All the fighters had been deployed, so they were kept close to the fleets, well within the projectors range. They wouldn't be seen until it was too late. As well, the bombers were sent through routes not filled with ships from his fleet.

Adenn snarled out an order
Move the fleet out, let's show these CIS fools the meaning of war.
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3 prongs were headed towards the CIS fleet from the edge of the system. 1 would come from the "top", the 2nd would come from the "left bottom", and the 3rd would come from the "right." The bombers themselves would go in the gaps between each prong, ready and waiting. They had a good mix of ion torpedoes, and proton torpedoes.

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Hyperspace to Eshan
Objective: Defend Eshan from the CIS Invasion in the valleys.
Equipment: Light Mandalorian Armor, Lightsaber Trayc'kad, Trayc'kal
Forces:

Spoiler

Mando'ad'jetii, 8 Arachnid-AT, 4 Yoma-AB, 20 Claymore Tank Destroyers, 200 SLaMs, 16 Princeps-Class Light Tanks, 12 Mandalorian Viper Interceptors

Allies: M.E., [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Opponents: CIS, [member="Celiana"] , @Kat Decoria
Music:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jXTBAGv9ZQ

Aboard one of the transports heading to Eshan, Mig sat and tried to meditate. This day he was finding it hard though. He, like most Mandalorians, the mando'ad'jetii hadn't been back to the world following their taking of it. It was how they worked. Let the people of the world rule themselves, so long as slaves weren't allowed, but it was different for the alor. On his belt was a Trayc'kal. Not his own, at least not originally. It was his cousin Ordan's. He had died during the attack on the embassy Mig's clan had tried to stop. The one that he couldn't sense.... It was his fault! It was then that an armored hand placed itself on his shoulder, and the familiar sense of his sister, Liddin, behind him.

"You ok, Vod?" Mig stood up, shaking his head.

"I honestly don't know, Liddin." She then looked down and noticed the knife/blaster.

"That's Ordan's Trayc'kal. Why use it now?" The alor sighed, pulling the odd weapon from it's scabbard. He eyed the blade, swapping it to blaster mode with a quick flick of the wrist.

"It just... felt like I needed to bring it." In reality he didn't know, and Liddin could tell. She smiled a bit under her helmet, nodding to her alor and Vod.

"Ok. Just find your center. Stay out of the dark this battle. I can tell you're already fighting it." Mig just nodded, going back to meditation. He needed to stay under control. And he had to be ready for this, and dipping to far into the Dark Side, pulling himself out of the Grey all mando'ad'jetii kept themselves to, it could only make things worse for everyone.

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It was a quick flurry as their transport leaped out of hyperspace. Everyone rushed to their positions, and the Gred transport began to make its way towards the planet, flanked by an escort of Vipers. They had to wait for the defenses to go down, but Mig had faith in everyone there. He heard as Quoron Cadera called out his transports as relief ships. He looked to the pilot pointing out a path.

"Don't get close to the Cadera ships! We don't need the CIS firing on relief vessels."

"Elek, Alor (Yes, Alor)!" The transport made sure to stay clear of any vessel that wasn't a combat vessel or combat transport. Like Mig said, they really didn't need to get relief ships shot down, Mandalorian or CIS. Yes the CIS were the invaders here, but no one needed to fire one vessels that were just relief vessels. Mig was about to hit the comms, but stop. No. Opening his mouth could just make things worse, but he couldn't just say nothing. With that, he hit the comms, relaying his idea to the other transports.

"Mandalorian transports, this is Alor Mig Gred. Try to steer clear of the relief vessels. We don't want any sorta mix-ups between our military transports and our relief vessels." He then changed the channel to an open one, and called out to all vessels in the system. "All ships. This is Mig Gred, Alor of Clan Gred, one of the Clans of Mandalore. We are here to defend this planet from your attack on their freedom. You have no right to claim this world as your own! This planet is an independent world with her own government, with no involvement from us. These very transports are a testament to this. All Echani have been free to return to their world, and rule themselves. The Clans of Mandalore are here to help Eshan defend itself from your attack, and we will not let you take this world from its inhabitants."

And with that, when it first could, the transport shot full speed towards the Eshan valleys, her Viper escorts keeping any CIS fighters from getting close. Once it had run the gauntlet, the vessel, battle damaged and her take off now being questionable at best, landed and all surviving fighters of the squadron defended the airspace around it. The Claymores, Princeps, Arachnids, and Yoma began to exit the vessel, the Arachnids loaded with SLaMs. Mig quickly popped a signal to give Sanya Val Lerium his location. In the meantime, Mig quickly began to prepare his mando'ad'jetii. They needed to be ready for anything. Had had already had a bad feeling about this, and he knew how his feelings tended to be.

 

[OOM-330]

Location: Eshan, Eshan Capital, Road to the Palace
Objective: Secure Palace Road, Eliminate Hostile Forces
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire, Mandalorian Loyalists, [member='Valdus Bral']
Unit: Droid Battalion 330 "DB-330"

Spoiler

AAT (OOM-330 | B1 Battle Droid) Command
AAT (B1 AAT Droid | B1 Battle Droid) Armor
AAT (B1 AAT Droid | B1 Battle Droid) Armor
AAT (B1 AAT Droid | B1 Battle Droid) Armor

MTT ( OOM Pilot Droid | B1 Battle Droid 112/112) Mechanized Infantry
MTT ( OOM Pilot Droid | B1 Battle Droid 112/112) Mechanized Infantry
MTT ( OOM Pilot Droid | B1 Battle Droid 112/112) Mechanized Infantry
MTT ( OOM Pilot Droid | B1 Battle Droid 112/112) Mechanized Infantry

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Droid Battalion 330 was deployed from a Confederacy of Independent Systems droid landing craft which had touched down at the edge of the city. The landing zone had been cleared by Vulture Droids and Hyena Droids to ensure that the ship would not be attacked from nearby buildings or hostile aerial units. DB-330 began their slow, lumbering, and determined drive up the Palace Road. The unit consisted of four Multi-Troop Transports, four Armored Assault Tanks, and 448 B-Series B1 Battle Droids in storage to act as infantry. The battalion was arranged in this manner; the four AATs in a 2 x 2 arrangement taking point, and the four MTTs in a 2 x 2 arrangement behind. The plan was to use the AATs as a screen for the MTTs as the MTTs deployed the troops should the battalion come into contact with enemy forces. While the MTTs were considerably strong by their own the droids that they were carrying could easily be destroyed during the critical deployment stage if not covered.

OOM-330 was turned out of the gunner’s turret of his AAT which sported blue and white CIS livery (in contrast to the other AATs and MTTs were in solid tan or brown). He held to his photoreceptors a pair of droid specific macrobinoculars. The OOM droid did not see any form of resistance blocking the street. This seemed to be a glaring tactical error on the Mandalorian’s end. Seeing no reason to break formation or to deploy the droids so far outside of their target area OOM-330 gave no additional orders.

As the vanguard forces rumbled on repuslorlift drives through the deserted streets the command droid reported to the Fortessa “Droid Battalion 330 landing site secured, vanguard in route to the Palace, no resistance.”

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Eshan​

Allies:: CIS and Allies​

Enemies: Mandalorian Empire​

Gear: in bio​

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It had been too long since Kaden Farr had set foot on another world. He was among the living once more thanks to his devotion to the woman he simply referred to as Mother. They had met in the darkest places of the Netherworld, the place Kaden’s soul had been banished. His time in the hellish afterlife as a child had ensured that would never be blessed by the Manda. Dying had only sent him back to the hell he never wanted to experience again, but it if it had been true for him, then it would be so for her as well.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] would find herself back in the Netherword, and Kaden Farr had made it his mission to send her there. He had a list of names, and the two at the top of them belonged to his ex-wife, and the man she had turned to, [member="Kaine Australis"]. They had both betrayed him, and the anger only fed the darkness he had become. Kaden no longer feared the Netherworld. It feared him, and now Mother Darkness had unleashed him on the land of the living.

The Confederacy took issue with the Mandalorians attack on Eshan. GNN had highlighted the atrocities committed there, and once again the name Kaine Australis was painted with genocide.

Nothing had changed.

Memories of the Red Coronation had filled his mind. Once again vod took arms against vod, and Kaden stood in the middle trying to stop it. He had killed a brother that day, a decision he had wished back many times over. Kaden had chosen the wrong side that day, a choice he would live to regret for years to come. It was that memory that told Kaden where he would find Yasha and Kaine if they dared to try and stop the liberation of the Echani peoples.

His eyes were set toward the palace.

All intel had suggested a puppet had been set on the throne of Eshan, however, the throne was the one place Yasha would always be. It was the only thing her heart was truly capable of loving, power over people. Rather than condemn the harsh actions, those who committed atrocities were protected as long as they kept her in power.

His boots sank into the ground as Kaden put his buy’ce on his head. The new armor was not the pitch covered mandalorian plates that his vode had been used to seeing him in. It was likely no one would recognize him. All the better. Today the fact that Kaden Farr still lived would be revealed to those he once called brothers and sisters.

<<< “Today is a good day for someone else to die…” >>>

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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Location: Eshan City {Resistance Barracks}
Objective: Strike back
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Tellu Talon"]
Equipment: Echani Armor {Concept}

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Eshan had fallen. It had been a dark day when the Mandalorians descended upon Eshan, their guns armed for destruction. Their assault had been the result of some misguided plot to bring a small terrorist cell on Eshan to justice. When Echani command was first given the orders to surrender themselves to the justice of the Mandalorian Empire they were baffled. Why had the armored warriors traveled to Eshan, to the heart of the Six Sisters to merely delve out justice to such a paltry group. Elessar had not understood then as he did not understand now. Of course he had his theories. This entire plot had been nothing more than an elaborate scheme, a trick, or more accurately an excuse. The Mandalorians had not come to this world in search of justice, they had sought combat.

In the past it had been something the Echani were more than capable of delivering. Perhaps they had grown soft, or too content with life as it had been. They had not expected such a vicious attack on their homeworld and so now they paid the price. Echani Command had been in ruins and following the battle the Mandalorians sought to hold the world under some false rule of law.

The holofeeds even told a tale of the Echani, reacting peacefully to this atrocity. A joke. Those who fought back had been ordered by Command to remain in the shadows and wait for the time to strike at their enemies. That time had finally come.

Elessar had been sitting in his meditation chambers when the door came open, revealing one of his officer's. The snow-haired man had been kneeling in darkness, gathering himself for the battle that was to come. Just now his eyes came open, like starlight they shined in the darkness as he looked up to the man who had entered. His officer's shoulders were tense nd his eyes held low, yet his hands were opened to Elessar as he spoke. "General."

"Has it begun?" To most it would appear Elessar's expression was one of discontent, or maybe disappointment. However, Elessar was ecstatic to know the occupation of his world would finally be coming to an end.

"Yes, sir. They've arrived." The man bowed his head respectfully before his arms moved behind his back. Elessar pushed himself to his feet, his hand brushing against his chin as he considered the events that were unfolding. He had received word of The Confederacy's invasion and his orders had been to remain prepared, now how would they respond to such news. "Have the men prepared. It's time."

 

[Progflaw99]

When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier . . .​

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~Rudyard Kipling, The Young British Soldier​

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Theme: Bretonischer Marsch​

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Allies: CIS | Echani​

Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore | Mandolorians | Thrysians​

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A soldier he mightn't have been any longer, but a warrior's heart beat within his chest. A self imposed exile had seen him strewn across the galaxy, the guilt of his shortcomings and the grief of losing a child had seen him become a broken man. Fond of the bottle, fond of violence - and yet he still found a place in this world. For months he'd wandered, for months he'd indulged himself in the bottle, in the relief of stims, in the void of nothingness that followed each encounter. Today however, he was sober. Painfully so, and for good reason. Today, the pain of loss would be washed away. Not by rain or washing, but by baptism in blood. Redemption had its price.

It was thus that Ajax Crowe found himself staring down at the world he once called home. Only pain greeted him here, sorrow and guilt like a wave washed over him before it turned to anger. He could feel the blood rush to his face giving what pale countenance he did possess a twinge of color, heart beating faster as he fought to control the involuntary shake of his fists. The Echani couldn't deny his heritage, wouldn't deny his bond to the world of Eshan and though it had been taken out from under them he would see its oppressors pay, each and every one of them.

"Saddle up boys, who wants to kick the piss out of some Mando deadbeats? Thrysians?!" General Ajax Crowe raised his arms in the air, a malevolent smile stretching across his ghostly pallor. His rallying cry was met by the shouts and exclamations of a dozen men, each clad in armor of varying design and function. "Today, we will grind our enemies to dust, their bones to ash! This day, we fight not for ourselves or personal glory, we fight for Eshan!" Another raucous cry erupted from the dozen or so men in the hangar of the small assault vessel. With a sweep of his arm, Ajax signaled them to begin. Amped up and ready for the fight, the men scattered to either side of the small hangar towards their drop pods. Ajax was no exception. "We're coming for you now, you so called Butcher of Eshan. We'll string you up ye bastard of Eshan." he muttered under his breath. Ajax took a deep breath before being cast unto the void - they'd be on the surface soon.

 

[Valdus Bral]

Location: Eshan City
Objective: Hold back the invasion force while reserve troops escort the Echani civilians to subterranean bunkers. Protecting the main throughway in the city that leads to the palace.
Opponent: [member="OOM-330"]
Battle Theme: Bastion - Two Steps from Hell
Post: 2

Several minutes passed as Valdus and his small, but elite, militia force waited. Valdus’ electrobinoculars were lowered down over his visor as he watched the dropship descend from orbit. The explosions from the ground assault Starfighters was intense, clearing away some ground forces and light artillery pieces. Lifting his hand to his helmet he touched the side to broadcast his commlink to his entire force, “Prepare. Looks like beskar’ad [droids], many of them.” Pausing he leaned forward as if that would make any difference relative to his electrobinocular’s magnification, “ Ancient ones at that. Get those launchers loaded – " As he said this the Wardens loaded up their RPS-6 launchers with high explosive rockets and the R-36 war droids selected their explosive wrist rockets into their super-heavy weapons and switched the selector to three rocket burst, “ – Advance Guard, keep low, engage only infantry if they’re deployed. Wardens ‘n R-36, focus the front hover tanks.”

Valdus waited for a while as the lumbering Multi-Troop Transports made their way into the middle of his forces – assuming they were not discovered from their well-hidden position by close air support. Valdus then switched to the encrypted channel for his Ram’ser, “ What’s the status on those Echani, Ram’ser?” This response took a few seconds but then the female voice responded, “We’ve just gathered the immediate combat zone, we’re on our way to the next sector and then onto the bunkers. You’re clear to engage, Al’verde.” The commlink cut transmission as Valdus switched his commlink back to the main detachment channel. “Ijaat bal kote, verde. [Honor and glory, soldiers.]” The moment Valdus finished his concise rallying speech the detachment responded with a resounding, “OYA! [HOORAH!]” Valdus took in a deep breath then barked out pointing towards the forward tanks, “TRA'CYAR MAV! [FIRE AT WILL!]”. Immediately twenty RPS-6 rockets and six explosive wrist rockets, divided evenly, took flight with a shuddering explosion as ignition took place, their obvious destination were the vanguard AATs.

Spoiler

MAIN FORCE: Initiating the ambush by attacking the foremost AAT's guarding the MTT column.

Commander: Valdus Bral
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Troops:
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
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Elite:
M. Ram'ser (1/1) [elite recon sniper]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
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Transport:
Beviin H. Transport (4/4) [heavy transport]
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49 Infantry, 4 Transports


RESERVE FORCE: Escorting the Civilians to the bunkers with the Ram'ser supervising.
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Troops:
Echani Militia (50/50) [Recruit Militia]
SLAM droids (25/25) [Trained Infantry]
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75 infantry

Edit: Clarified position within the "Objective" category. Valdus is locking down the mainroad that leads to the Eshan City palace/capital building, he is engaging OOM-330 in ambush tactics while one of his elites see to civillian evacuation proceedings.

 

[Subject 5]

Location: Eshan City Central Park
Objective: Get paid
Allies: [member="Valdus Bral"] | Mandalorion Friendos
Enemies: [member="OOM-330"] | [member="Rato Hus"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | Confederates
Equipment: Plastoid Breastplate | 4x Thermal Detonators | Briefcase | DL-44 Blaster Pistol (x)

The H-Type Nubian yacht created a smoky trail, contrasting with the fluffiness of the white clouds, as it streaked through Eshan’s midday sky. The vessel jankily, slipped through the wrecks of Eshani skyscrapers and into what had once been the cultural hub of a proud people. The yacht however slipped through this maze and through and into the city centre, its destination what had been once lush public gardens, now rendered barren and pockmarked with craters. The dead trees, now little more than charred gravestones to the devastation.

The yacht sort of dropped to the ground, its rear landing gear disabled, meaning it skid through the dirt, kicking up a meters high as it slowed to a stop. Before the vessel, a group of heavily armed men stood, before approaching. The yacht, now tilted up like a sinking vessel, extended its boarding ramp, and out, stumbled two figures. One, attired in a neat suit, handcuffs, and a spit mask, the other, the hunter. Leather vest, opened, and showing a plastoid breast plate. His hair seemed to blow out in the dry wind, and he wore with him, a pair of darkly tinted sunglasses. “Mister Fives,” A voice called from the armed cabal, “You’re a little late.”

Fives shrugged a little, waving around his pistol, “Is what it is sir.” The bounty hunter called, before jabbing the prisoner in the back. The prisoner, looked around the scenery as they reached out of the shade, and into a better viewing position of the carnage. His eyes welled with tears, his muffled cries reverberated. “Shut it.” Fives barked, slapping the back of his head. The muffled cries of the Echani prisoner abated. “Still, here he is, the man himself, Ghrsou the Tyrant.” he introduced, with some flare, “Doesn’t look so tough now.” He goaded.

Now close to the group, the leader approached. He was dressed in combat armour of some description, and carrying a suitcase. “You did good son,” The leader began, he was a human, probably Mandalorian, and with him, were a group of Trandoshians, salivating in the heat, “Where’d you find this scumbag?”

“Hiding out on Miranda,” Fives reported, running a hand through his luscious blonde locks, “Playing what seemed to be the most important game of Sabaac the bastard had ever seen.” he offered a chuckle. This was all part of the game. The laughs, the banter, all of it hid the cutthroat nature of what this business was. Lives for money. And Ghrosu the Tyrant as they called him, was worth a helluva lot.
“How'd you manage to take 'im, with all his guards, with a ship like 'at?” One of the Trandoshian hired hands began, “Don’t seem like much to me.” He, or was it a she? Drawled. It was a dig, and one which took all the attention from the Eshani slaver, to the beat up vessel, and its dents and scorch marks.

“It’s seen better days,” Fives conceded, looking at the Trandoshian, his jaw menacingly clenched, “But, I mean, it’s a rental, so-”

“That’s a rental?!” The leader began, cackling, “Goddamn son, what sort of operation you running boy?” he slapped his knee in jocularity, and Fives felt the persona slip a little. Humiliation and shame ran through his body. He never should've sent a word.

“I’d just like the money.” He coolly glowered, eyeing his employer from behind his sunglasses.

The laughing abated somewhat, and the boss handed Fives the briefcase, “Guess you need this more than me,” He chuckled, “Bet you ain’t get the deposit back.” Fives cheeks went red, and he felt flustered. The laughter continued, but slowly petered out. "I mean, I'm busting your balls. But, in all honesty, if I need another job from you Mister Fives, I’ll be sure to call you.”

With that, Fives clasped the briefcase, and waited for the small group to depart with their prize, before he moved back to the yacht. Sitting down in the cockpit, Fives opened the case. The money was there. 34k, all in cold hard credits. He’d rest a little, until he saw it. The emergancy warning. Some kind of invasion. Perfect.Still, this was an invasion of Mandalorian territory. And if there was one group Fives knew could get through one, it was them. Clenching his blaster, and handling his briefcase, Fives ventured out into the sandy expanse of Eshani Central Park.

 

[LT-137]

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“Vengeance. It was the only word my mind could conjure, as I bore witness to horrors that despoiled the surface of Eshan. I didn’t care about the Echani lives that were lost. They deserved their fate for everything they’ve done to my people. Although, a part of me wished that it was our weapons delivering righteous judgment instead. However, my anger was reserved for the lives of my kindred, who died on the surface of Eshan without blades in their hands. They deserved to die like warriors, yet were callously slaughtered like cattle; with explosive collars lashed around their necks. ​

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When the message came, and after my eyes devoured its contents -- I smashed my fist through the terminal, showering my gauntlet in sparks. Inflamed by the boiling blood in my veins, I stormed into my Commander’s quarters and demanded justice. When none was to be found? My sword leapt into my grasp as the tenets of the Trial of Ascension spilled across my lips, and his headless body crumpled to the floor. By the edge of my blade, I claimed the right to the title he bore and the authority he commanded. No longer was I a Twisuns Praetor. I was now a Thychani Commander and undisputed master of the Myrmidons. ​

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By my command, we committed ourselves to the void. Eshan and vengeance awaited.” ​

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Objective: Scour Eshan of Mandalorian Presence.
Location: Eshan's Capital City - Ruins.
Allies: The Golden Company, Thyrsians, The Confederacy of Independent Systems.
Enemies: The "Mandalorians."
Gear: See Link in Signature.

THEN

Droplets of aqueous oil cascaded down the length of his monstrous flesh, coating the obsidian plating beneath; spilling into the collection drains thereafter. Once again his arming slaves worked to glaze his body in a ritualistic fashion, blending the invigorating salve with the billowing tails of burning incense. It was the way of his people, to daub their flesh with sacred oils to protect themselves from the Sun’s wroth. Despite everything that happened to the Scions of Thyrsus throughout the ages, and the periods of cultural evolution they underwent, this Ritual remained a constant in their Warrior's lives. The weak anointed the strong and readied them for the upcoming battle; coating their skin with blessed oils and armour.

Khonsu gritted his teeth as his servants went about their duties, blindly. His xenografted flesh ached with fresh agonies, despite the procedure being weeks past. Their eyes were put out, which made matters worse, but it was the only way to maintain his secret. Following the removal of their eyes, their tongues were torn from between their clenched teeth, as to ensure word of their master’s augmentation never spread. There were other preparations that were made as well, but they were nothing of note. None of those precautions were currently itching his raw flesh, like flies seeking to claim a corpse. The man kept his peace, however. They had been through enough as it was already.

“Master.” The voice was mechanical and cut through the pained silence with ease. “We have entered the Six Sister's Sector, with signalling pennants pulsing our allegiance to Thyrsus and our intent. As you've requested, we’ve kept silent and denied all challenges from the Mandalorian Occupation Fleet. Several outsider detachments report that they've engaged our enemy, and are reaping a bloody toll amongst their number.” Though the mechanical voice couldn't see into the candlelit chamber, Khonsu was smiling. So far, everything was proceeding according to plan. The Confederacy would act as the sword, the righteous blade that would cleave this sector in twain. While the Sun Guard became the dagger that would slip between the ribs, piercing the heart of the beast. Let the Confederacy believe that the Glory would be theirs; the Six Sister's belonged to the Thyrsian's by blood, and by blood they'd take it.

“Very good, Praefectus. See to it that Angelus’ fighters are ready to launch as soon as we revert from lightspeed. I want them to cover our approach as we make our landings.”

A vocalization of affirmation echoed throughout the chamber, which finally brought the slave's gaze away from their master; seeking out the voice’s source. Upon seeing this, Khonsu growled instinctively. They were to keep to their duties, and focused on the task at hand. When they heard their master's displeasure, they wordlessly yelped in fear; before returning their fingers to his monstrous flesh. With lighting rippling through his reddened, and bulging veins, the Thyrsian let out a sigh of frustration and disappointment. He would need to punish them for their lacklustre performance but now wasn’t the time. Perhaps he would leave that pleasure for another.

“Sound the call, I want our warriors to be clad in their vestments and ready for combat within the hour,” the Thychani Commander ordered through gritted teeth. While the mantle he now wore was one that he craved for some time, the man silently wished it came into his possession through other means. Something that wasn’t tainted by the twinned sensations of depthless rage and sorrow.

“Vengeance demands our best,” the Thyrsian stated, eyeing the gilded armour and the mechanical apparatus before him. “And I seek to give it…”

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NOW

As the ships proudly bearing the sigil of the Confederacy spilled out across the canvas of realspace, the vessels bearing the twinned suns of Thyrsus followed just behind. Shutters concealing gun-ports and glasteel panels retracted, revealing priming batteries and leagues of astonished faces. For many, this was the first time they’d ever seen the homeworld of their greatest enemies. For others, this was the first time they’ve seen home in years. However, before they were able to relish the sight, their gilded taskmasters cracked their whips, forcing them back to their menial tasks.

The warships of the Golden Company, all who swore allegiance to Khonsu Amon, speared into the Mandalorian lines with reckless abandon. They were evenly matched in many respects, but those bulky vessels would eventually die to the thousands of swords that hacked away against their seemingly impenetrable bulwark. Whilst the bulk of the Vod’s navy was embattled on every conceivable front by a myriad of enemies, those Thyrsian starships that found themselves bereft of opposition proceeded planetside. Not only would those who wore the Beskar’gam feel the Sun’s wroth in the infinite ocean of the void, but on the surface as well. Every Mandalorian that stood in their way would be mercilessly butchered. No quarter was to be given.

If the Echani, those that remained on their world and managed to survive the devastation of their Capital City, sought to stop them? They too would perish.

Khonsu didn’t care about the accord that was hastily stuck before the battle was joined. They were headed to the home of his genetic cousins, who enslaved his world twice throughout recorded history, and reportedly still held the world under their spell. He didn’t rightfully care about the slaughter, in fact, he wished that he was the one to give the order himself. The Thyrsian wouldn’t have pulled out like a coward after turning the Capital to ash like the Mandalorians, then proclaim themselves liberators. Instead? He would’ve ignited the pyre and engulfed the entire surface of Eshan in a rolling firestorm. All in the name of vengeance for what they had done to him and his people.

Yet, his hands were forcibly tied. Although he held the rank of Thychani Commander -- he wasn’t the Supreme Sun Guardian just yet. That too would come in time.

With his teeth clenched together, and a set of gilded talons wrapped around the hilt of his sword, Khonsu waited. He stood silently in the centre of the dropship, bathed in the crimson lights flooding the compartment. The fires of rage were coursing through his veins, emboldened by the chemical concoction that slowly began to seep into his skin. He wanted to be on the surface. He wanted to be in the thick of battle, screaming out a ceaseless string of curses and honouring his ancestors with every resounding blow. However, the man was bound to the surface of his transport and forced to stew in measured silence. There were others around him; those that he willing called his brothers. They busied themselves with last minute preparations, either slamming home fresh cartridges into their weapons or offering up a murmured chant for the Sun’s light to grant them victory this day.

As the muscles within his arm began to cramp, the first signs of hypertension taking hold, the compartment filled with the voice of their transport’s pilot; made monotone by the internal communications system.

:: Ten Seconds to Drop. Prepare thyself for Glory, Comrades. ::​

With those words spoken aloud, Khonsu’s gaze drifted towards the retracting blast door. The sounds and sights of warfare that lay beyond were coming into focus now, and his pulse quickened. His sword, like before, sprung into his hand; it’s deadly edge soon becoming engulfed in coruscating lightning. When the dropship touched down, sending pillars of dust and ash towards the heavens as the anti-gravitic plating defied the laws of physics; the Thychani Commander was among the first to make planetfall. As bolts of plasma struck his mobility shield, the Sun Guard led the Thyrsian Vanguard towards the heart of the city, with the crackling sword in hand. The dishonoured dead would have their vengeance, as Thyrsus would too.

Woe betide anyone who sought to deny the Sun Guard what was rightfully theirs.​

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| [member="Gaius Cadera"] |​