Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Alkor Centaris · Feb 11, 2019

Location: Breaching Eshan airspace
Allies: Confederacy
Enemies: Mandalorians

Mobilized infantryman and shock troopers alike swarmed into drop pods the moment they decanted into realspace. Legions of Confederate troops plummeted through atmo at top speed with no time to recognize the dangers of their task. In much the same way he had watched thousands of Mando'ade go winging toward untimely death, Alkor felt the pangs of responsibility sinking into his chest. Could this have been avoided, had he but chosen to take action? Had leaving his former life behind robbed him of the opportunity to make things right? Isley Verd once told him to learn what family was, and to hold fast to it. To protect it.

What had the lesson been in that?

[member="Darth Metus"] led the Southern Systems to war against his former people, and he gave Alkor a choice. He did not have to join this fight. He could have left it all behind and sought life elsewhere. He could have put behind him any notions of family, of duty, or "the right thing."

It was beyond that, now. He had been given redemption and all the second chances one lifetime could conjure. The man was no longer interested in absolution. His sins were many, and he had learned to live with them. His hands tightened around the helmet of his newly crafted armor and he stared into the visor, aware of his reflection as it mocked him. His lips curled in a sad smile.

"This is my fight as much as anyone else's," he told himself as he pulled the helmet overhead, and the HUD blinked to life. He could feel the world around him now, reawakened to the darkness. That was his curse now. He left behind the Manda, and it cast him back into suffering.

But he was not alone in it.

His hand tightened around the hilt of the weapon that was crafted for him by [member="Adron Malvern"], and remembered the words he exchanged with the man now called Metus. He remembered the kindness done to him by [member="Srina Talon"], who could have had him killed on the spot. To them, he made a solemn vow.

He would make right this wrong, and the reckoning of the Mando'ade would swiftly follow.

The dropship broke through heavy fire and a tight concentration of ships, almost as if they intended to let the battle come to ground. Of course they did. A battle in space against superior firepower was not easily won. He wondered absently who had taken up the post in light of his swift exit.

Who had decided to make Eshan a theater for more bloodshed?

He sped toward the ground and the crisis that awaited, short bursts of laser fire from the LAAT clearing a path for their descent. "Accessing Confederate Network," he muttered as the HUD input his security clearance.

The comms chatter made him feel slightly less lonely as a wave of destruction washed over the world beneath him.

"Three," he whispered to himself, "two..."

The ship lurched and came to a full stop

"...one."

His orange blade snapped to life, and the world went wild.

Valencia Hadley · Feb 11, 2019

Location: Medical Encampment, Eshan
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Kip Ridel"]
Wearing: Ring of Aspiration | ND-012 "Ri Qorit" Disabler
Objective: Provide humanitarian aid to those displaced by the ongoing battle on Eshan

It had been an awkward call. The Vicelord had spent the better part of a week on Manda with her after she’d accepted his offer to be one of his advisors, but that had come to an abrupt halt when he’d received word about what had transpired on Eshan. It was a hard thing, seeing the change in him that the news had brought. For a week she’d seen a side of him she assumed so few got to see, but this news had hardened him; it had made him into the Sith lord she knew from stories. He was the frightening personification of death she’d heard whispers about prior to actually meeting the Vicelord.

He’d left in haste, promising to provide her with news of what was to come as soon as he was able - and it hadn’t taken long before her orders had arrived. She would be needed to assist with the rescue and medical efforts on Eshan directly. Receiving the news had been… Difficult. He’d warned her that she’d likely need to put herself into positions where her life would be at risk, and she’d accepted that there was little chance of avoiding the danger - but she hadn’t expected it to come so quickly.

Their preparations for the assault had taken several days, which allowed her some time as well, ensuring that things were well in hand on Manda before she’d packed up onto a transport and made her way to Eshan. She’d come aboard the [SIZE=11pt]Fortressa[/SIZE] for a time, receiving what information was required of her before she joined one of the landing parties, headed for the surface with additional medical supplies and droids to assist with the relief efforts. As the drop pod she’d boarded made contact with the surface, she kept herself out of the way as they began to unload the pod, slowly making her way onto the ramp that led onto the surface before she paused several steps before the ground, her breath catching in her throat.

[SIZE=11pt]Full-scale[/SIZE] chaos - CIS personnel and droids working overtime to attend to those who had been injured or displaced by the battle. There were supplies pouring from several other drop pods that had landed along with them, as well as their own, all hurriedly being distributed. She stood to the side on the ramp to keep herself out of the way as she felt the haptic feedback from the datapad she’d been issued along with her orders to attend to the relief efforts on Eshan. Her eyes darted down as she lifted the datapad and read over the missive there. She swallowed once before her eyes hardened, struggling but managing to find a small threat of the confidence she so frequently called upon while speaking.

She engaged the communications device she'd been allocated and entered the open channel. She used every ounce of that honey sweet voice she knew so well, projecting into her comms, "Peoples of Eshan: The Confederacy of Independent Systems is no enemy to those who have suffered at the hands of the Mandalorian Empire and their allies. We seek to lay low those who would attack an entire planet based only on vile rumors. We strive to crush those who dare to slander the dignity and hard-won sovereignty of the great people of this world." She let her voice trail off as she found her eyes sweeping the destruction before her already... The fighting wouldn't be far off if the injured were any indication. They were needed; she was needed. She spoke once more, her voice resolute as she did, "We arrive now to provide aid to those in need, and to help restore order for this planet and to those who inhabit it. We will take up arms against those who would seek to destroy all you've built here, and provide whatever assistance we are able to in restoring your safety and peace."

With those words, she closed the comms once more and slid the datapad into the satchel at her side. She loped down the ramp and into the makeshift camp they'd assembled, aiming to assist in whatever capacity she was able.

Sanya Val Lerium · Feb 11, 2019

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXoYh4XH3OE[/media]

Location: Hyperspace to Eshan
Objective: Defend Eshan from the CIS Invasion in the valleys.
Equipment:

Sekallian Grandmaster Robes, Exemplar-class Personal Energy Shield, Amos Amor Lightsabers, Saber Stick, Saber Shield, Royal circlet, Arm Bracers, Inqusition Horizon S1 (Data Pad)

Units:

Ancoran Royal Guard, Asuna, MPSD-S1, x3 Arachnid-AT, x4 Voi Speeders, Penubra Unit, x2 C-046 Vehicular Transport, x3 C-023 Troop transport

Allies: M.E., [member="Mig Gred"]
Opponents: CIS, [member="Celiana"] , [member="Kat Decoria"]

The five transports leapt from out of hyperspace responding to hundreds of distress calls. Droid armies was touching down and assaulting the civilians and attempting to kidnap them, not only that but the small mandalorian presence was also a target of these attacks too. She knew the leader of the attackers well. The villain was a scourge on this galaxy a stain in its beautiful stars, the man who once tried to have her killed and almost succeeded. This time, she will lay waste to his people in the name of defending the Echani. The aruetiise will be graced of this woman's fierce prowess on the battlefield. "Mig Gred, This is Queen Sanya Cadera Val Lerium, I am following you in, meet you at the vally exit." She said over the coms before calming her self to use battle meditation to protect not only her own ships but the ships of the relief effort and Mig's. She could feel the chaos around them the burning fuel of battle ignited into war.

Voi speeders detached from their transports just before braking atmospheric entry, as they did they broke off to deal with the intercepting ships firing onto the transports that was holding their own. Even the Vehicular transports fired back with the missile turrets and the Railguns that was in view of any enemy ship. The entry was a rough one and all around her was the sounds of armor rattling and weapons primed and ready. "One twenty seconds till landing." "I am getting reports that the slam droids in The capital have taken up Security protocols and are merging with Echani matila. Droids are hitting the city hard and civilian casualties are climbing at a fast rate. The small Mandalorian presence is doing what it can to get people to safety and urging them to go to the Medical camps outside the city." Asuna said looking rather frightened. "Thanks for the sit-rep" Sanya said standing up. "Okay men and women, It's that time again. We fight hard and show them the metal we are made of. Once we touch down, our objective is to fortify our position and defend it. No bolt brains will pass our lines. Snipers, you will scout and stay hidden while searching for a vantage point. Let us know when our foe is coming and how many. Drivers and gunners, you will mount your walkers and hold position behind the front line. Infantry you will erect cover! Ready, Three, two, one OYA! OYA! OYA!" She said giving commands and raising moral leading up to when the ship landed and the ramps lowered.

Grosck Bah'azet · Feb 11, 2019

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arE05kDaDVc[/media]

[SIZE=11pt]Grosck heard his chieftain’s words. The call to arms had been made. The banners of war raised. It was to be a beautiful day, with sun shining on the plated armor of warriors tried and true. Such a day would long live in the annals of history. Grosck raised a fist, signaling his forces to board their proper pods and prepare for their descent. It was time to show the galaxy what the Bryn'adûl were made of...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Hel shards were deployed by a dozen. They carried with them an arsenal of death and destruction. Within their cabins lie dozens of Bryn'adûl warriors ready to lay down their lives for the glory of battle.It was to be a day in infamy and the Draelvasier would be there to carve their names in blood. The seers and shamans had predicted the outcome to be a win for the Bryn'adûl, and in truth they already had won. For all that the Draelvasier wanted was the death and bloodletting of the masses. To crush entire civilisations beneath massive boot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Hel shards fell through space as thousands of laser’s flew past or towards to meet them. It was a dance between shard and death. Many lasers found target and the shards erupted in billowing flames. Lighter lasers pinged off the shards harmlessly, while the shards deployed their own counter measures. They dodged left and right between laser and flak rounds. The cabins rocked and quaked shaking the warriors within and with each quake the warriors roared in approval. They picked up their beautiful battlecry after their warmaster and knew they would never die.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"[Draelvasier] Today we let the inferior races know that not even their mightiest can stand to oppose us!" The warmaster barked in the harsh guttural consonants of his native tongue.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"[Draelvasier] For we are the hand that stills! The Hand that damns the weak!" Came a barking chorus of replies.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Shards raced among the many boats of space, some impacting upon said ships with little a care. Their strategy was kill all who oppose them. Their tactics, destroy any who stand in their way. So they would fight in the fields, in space, or even in the seas. It mattered little for anywhere Draelvasier stepped would be wrought in blood. They lived for this, for the death of the weak. They salivated at the thought, hungered at the idea of blood. It was going to be a day in which the Drael made their name or died forgotten.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"[Draelvasier] We are the honored night that snuffs out the flame of life!" Grosck barked and patiently awaited the chorus to continue.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"[Draelvasier] With lives taken we shall ascend to god hod, our path is clear the way is shown, death and victory are all but known!" Came the reply just as a explosive round rocked Grosck’s Hel Shard. Despite the disturbance not a single voice faltered or wavered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Grosck pod had been the first of a dozen to launch, as a result his was the first to break the stratosphere. It began to glow red hot and the metal within grew warm to the touch. Grosck welcomed it, it was a familiar hell, filled with all his favorite demons. His men knew it too, and they relished in the thought of their near suicidal descent. It was a glorious day, that would see the death of hundreds if not thousands. They were near frenzied at the thought of the carnage to come. They would kill with a zealot's fervor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"[Draelvasier] And through our righteous slaughter, the bloodletting becomes deliverance" Grosck finished[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"[Draelvasier] In our strength we find truth, we are delivered the bloodletting brings glory to we and the father! Never to be forgotten, never to be misbegotten!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Grosck listened as his entire company repeated the mantra. It was the sound of a warrior's prayer, the sound that would spell death for their enemies. It was a cry for battle and war. It was more deafening then the Hel shards own descent. The pods crashed into the earth, their needle nose points digging deep into the worlds flesh. Already las rounds had began to ping off the still superheated hull of the Hel shard. As the dust settled the ramp descended and the warriors strode for battle, death, and above all glory.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]/30/[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Brutes[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] - /20/[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Striker Squads[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]

Azure Djitred · Feb 11, 2019

OOC:

Allies: Cuddles the Rancor, Clans of Mandalore and our allies

Enemies: CIS and their allies

Objectives:

Cuddles - Smash droids

Azure - Keep everyone alive

Azure had just finished securing Cuddles' saddle for a hunt, when one of her fellow clan members informed her of an emergency call to Eshan. Cuddles let out a rumble of anticipation, and Azure could feel her mount's need for a fight. "When do we leave?"

Within the hour, Azure and Cuddles were on their way to the planet. Cuddles growled impatiently as they traveled through hyperspace, and Azure pat her head encouragingly. "Soon, Cuddles. Don't worry, you'll get a good fight, I promise. We always do." Crush bone. "We're going to protect, not kill, Cuddles. Even if they're the enemy, we're not going to kill them." Will listen. Cuddles looked up at Azure sitting atop her head, and nodded at her rider. Azure pet Cuddles' head a few more times, before being alerted they were dropping out of hyperspace, and dropping to the planet.

As the blast doors opened up on the ship, Cuddles growled as light seeped in through them. As they landed and the doors opened fully, Cuddles took off in a sprint, roaring, with the symbol of Clan Solus painted next to her original mark of Clan Bright Sun. Azure surveyed the battlefield from atop Cuddles, drawing her blade should anyone try to attack her. The witch saw masses of droids, knowing they were not any of the Clans'. There, Cuddles. Crush them. Then we move to a medical camp for support. Cuddles let out another roar as she stormed towards the group of droids, intent on ripping them to shreds.

Kylo Kyr'am · Feb 11, 2019

Kylo Kyr'am
Alor'ad

Inventory:
Beskar'gam
Twin Westar Pistols
Custom Blaster Rifle
Beskad

Objective: Annihilate CIS
Opponent: [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

It's been a while since Clan Kyr'am did anything with the Mandalorian Empire, but it felt like this was a good reason to do so. Not only had Mand'alor Yasha Cadera personally requested Clan Kyr'am involvement, but Clan Kyr'am had a grudge against the CIS that needed to be handled. A'den Kyr'am the Alor of Clan Kyr'am couldn't make it due to personal reasons regarding Kyr'am Corporation, so he sent his son and Alor'ad of Clan Kyr'am, Kylo Kyr'am. Kylo felt indifferent about helping the M.E. as they were associated with Sith, something that was a big no no in Clan Kyr'am, but Kylo understood that Clan Kyr'am had a debt to settle with the CIS, and Kylo was going to make sure they got that debt settled. Kylo was known on many systems for 3 things, one was being a player, very few women could resist him, 2 he was extremely deadly in his combat prowess, and 3 he was highly skilled, intelligent and rich. Kylo always thought about his moves before he did them, kind of like a game of chess, and today on this day, he was going to call checkmate on CIS.

Kylo was borrowing his fathers Firespray ship named Prudii, it was painted pure black with a faded red bottom/backing. Kylo was currently in lightspeed on his way to Eshan. Kylo checked his wrist gauntlet weapons and coms, and then ran test on his helmet operations to be fully ready for battle. This was what Kylo was bred for, war. War what is it good for? Kicking CIS in the teeth. Kylo checked his nav charts, wouldn't be much longer now. This was going to be fun. Kylo came out of light speed to see the CIS Fleet invading Eshan and the Mandalorian Fleet engaging it. Kylo ignored the space battle heading straight to the planet dodging and weaving through laser blasts. Once inside the atmosphere of the planet Kylo set a course for the capital city. Kylo gunned the controls going as fast as he could. Once he was near the city he found a landing pad and set the ship down.

Kylo quickly got up and opened the ramp and exited the ship, locked loaded and ready to go. He looked around as he marched through the city streets looking for anything regarding CIS. He would see several Mandalorians prepping for the attack. Kylo found a good spot to Bunker down and he begin scanning everything watching in all directions, war has come to Eshan, and Clan Kyr'am was going to see it through. Speaking of Clan Kyr'am several clan Kyr'am members found their way to Kylo who had arrived shortly before he did. The Ruus'alor ran up to Kylo.

Alor'ad, orders?

Kylo Looked to his fellow vod. I'll handle myself, I want you setting up a staging ground here in the city, kill any CIS you see. Show no mercy vod.

The Ruus'alor nodded and headed off to inform the other clan members. Kylo then turned back around and waited, watching everything ready at a moments notice.

Amelia von Sorenn · Feb 11, 2019

Location: The Nessius; Eshan Orbit
Objective: Destroy the Mandalorian Fleet
Allies: CIS & Friends | [member="Alden Akaran"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire
Personal Affects:

The Infernal Host:

The Nessius; Flagship
(2) Malebranche class Star Destroyer
(2) Ascensoriel class Star Destroyer
(2) Interdictor II class Cruiser
(1) Interdictor II class Carrier
(4) Uniila class Cruiser
(16) Phlegethon series Thermonuclear Devices

[*](4) Barbazu class Frigate
[*](4) Lemure class Corvette

Starfighter Squadrons
(6) Gidim class Bomber; 24 Bombers
(16) Nupperibo class Starfighter; 384 Starfighters
(10) Longsword class Starfighter; 120 Starfighters
(10) Erinyes class Starfighter; 120 Starfighters

Post Number: 1

"And I looked and behold a Pale Horse; And her name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with her..."

Silence, everything was silent as she sat quietly in her personal quarters aboard the vessel. Her focus fully upon the crown before her and what it meant for the people that had their homeworld destroyed eons ago. Now she was aboard the Nessius, leading a fleet towards Eshan and working with the Confederacy, a group that not many years ago sought to destroy her and the house she once claimed. It was strange how the invisible hand of fate carefully moved the pawns around the board, and now she had a chance at avenging the destruction of a people and preventing the annihilation of another.

Reaching out towards the crown, her fingers slipped across the intricate metals and for a moment she heard the pained screams of anguish from the billions of Vampirika that the Mandalorians had decimated ages before she had come into being. With a steeled resolve she pushed herself from her seat, slipping around the desk and crossing the room as an alarm began to blare.

"Eta 10 mins until arrival. Multiple Mandalorian vessels detected."

A soft smirk crossed her lips as her golden hues fell upon the armor. Running a hand across the helm, she slowly began to pull the pieces of armor from the stand. Once more her attention fell upon the helm, her eyes moving over it before she pulled it free and sat it upon her brow, a heavy hiss escaping the room as it locked in place. Mere moments later her door opened, a Hellknight standing at the ready as she nodded before stepping out, her escort to the bridge.

"Ma'am."

Another sounded as they held a datapad out towards the woman.

"The fleet is ready. We have a total of sixteen devices aboard the Uniila class Cruisers."

"Keep them on standby and ready to fire; though not until the signal is given. We'll keep them in reserve until the end, a present from the past."

A devilish grin crossed her lips for a moment as her heavy foot falls sound through the vessel; the group marching towards the bridge of the Nessius. A heavy hiss filled the hallway as the blast doors to the bridge opened, revealing the trailing stars of hyperspace, a soft blue hue filling the room. As she stepped forward she nodded quietly, her eyes moving over the bridge crew before motioning towards her communications officer. Opening a channel to the rest of the Infernal Host, she took a moment for herself before speaking.

"Hellknights of the Orders, it is time. In moments we will arrive at Eshan, a world that has been decimated by the Mandalorians. Their very actions stand as an affront to our very tenants. Their savagery lends itself to Chaos and their barbarity itself has called us to the Galaxy to end them."

Turning towards the large windows before her, she stepped forward as a timer began to count down.

Eta one minute

"Savagery must be quelled, in the land, home, and mind..."

Eta fourty-five seconds

"Without culpability chaos reigns..."

Eta thirty seconds

"There is no Chaos, only Order..."

Eta fifteen seconds

"Act without hesitation for the good of all..."

With a heavy shudder the vessel dropped from hyperspace, its massive prow-ram announcing the arrival of Hell that she had brought with her as the rest of the fleet dropped out around the Nessius. A soft smirk upon her lips as she stepped forward, her arms slipping behind her back as she held her hands together. Her attention shifted for a moment upon the mammoth Fortressa and the rest of the CIS Armada that had already assembled. With a nod, a channel was opened to the Confederacy vessels that had already arrived.

"This is Fleet Marshal Amelia von Sorenn, the Infernal Host has arrived and is moving to take up the right wing."

Her own vessels lumbered into position, with the Nessius sitting at the core of the formation, flanked by the two Malebranche class Star Destroyers with the Ascensoriel Star Destroyers positioned just above and slightly shifted back.

"Avernus Group, form up behind Asmodeous Group and be prepared to active your Interdiction fields as needed, we don't want their missiles to have too easy of a time. Dis and Erebus, form up the right and left wings, keep the Uniila Cruisers near the Ascensoriel Star Destroyers and keep your devices on standby; they are not to be fired until the signal is given."

As the vessels pulled into their respective formation, staggering themselves to ensure that all lines of fire forward were clear of friendlies; it almost looked as though a carefully orchestrated ballet was happening. The vessels themselves though were terrifying weapons of war, with more than enough destructive firepower to level a world like Eshan multiple times over, though this day that destructive force was pointed towards the Mandalorians. Raising her hand up, she motioned.

"Unleash all Fighter Wings, move them behind the fleet and fill in the gaps between our vessels. Keep the bombers to the rear for now."

In mere moments it looked as though someone had threatened a bee hive as hundreds of Starfighters and Bombers poured out from their respective vessels. Pulling up into their flights and ensuring that every approach was covered and the gaps between the vessels filled to prevent any enemy starfighters from moving in between.

"Open a channel to the Fortessa."

She peered out towards the Mandalorian Fleet, her own arrayed and waiting as she let out a soft sigh. Bringing her arms behind her back once more, she clutched her hands together.

"This is Fleet Marshal von Sorenn, the Infernal Host has been deployed and is awaiting further orders."

Soon it would begin...

Celiana · Feb 12, 2019

Location: Touching Down on Eshan
Objective: Water Eshan's soil with Mando blood
Allies: CIS peeps [member="Kat Decoria"]
Enemies: Mando hut'uun, [member="Mig Gred"], [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Resources: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/136282-black-lotus-guards/?hl=%2Bsilver+%2Bjedi+%2Border
Post 1

The Morrigan had vented radiation and knifed into the atmosphere of Eshan. Shields had been erected around the capitol, troops had mobilized and now? I'd unleash hell. I'd been there to provide relief aid to the refugees on Monastery who'd fled Eshan. Now though? I'd paint my armor in Mando blood, Kat had come with me to fight for her home as well. I'd set down near an outpost where there were rumored to be Mandos hiding among the wounded. To that end I'd deployed several of The Black Lotus Guards. Their job I'd given was to cloak themselves and cut down the Mandos hiding among the healers and people in need of healing.

Mandalorians didn't hide like hut'uun among healers and use wounded for shields. I wouldn't allow it to continue, as it was I'd deployed several HK droids as well to head towards the city and help with retaking the capitol. Checking over my armor and weapons I made sure I was loaded to take down Mandos. Several different cases of grenades, rifles, blades...they all sat secured in my speeder. My sabers resting against my hips, the crystals strung into stands of leather tinkled lightly against my upper thighs as I walked. As it was we were headed to a valley that could be a decent ambush point... Once there I'd simply cloak The Morrigan and have my AI use ALL of the weaponry as a way to shoot down any and all Mando support.

As it was I was going to shred beskar with The Force and wreak havoc upon those who dared poison my home with their presence. Bladeswoman of the terrace indeed...

Kyyrk · Feb 12, 2019

Objective: Drive the Mandalorians from Eshan, Evacuate as many Echani as possible
Allies: CIS and Friends
Enemies: Mandalorians, and any who would seek to cause more harm to the Echani people.
Loadout: Armor, Lightsaber, Ri Qorit Device

[youtube]https://youtu.be/4oFgg5ZdBY0[/youtube]

Voph stood aboard the command bridge of The Arbitration looking over the tactical display on the holotable before him. Reports were still flooding in. Eshan burned, and the Mandalorians were to blame. Voph wished this were news, but after their genocide of the Cathar, he wouldn't put anything past the bloodthirsty warriors. Around him, the officers and commanders of the Octarchy stood waiting for orders. The bridge was abuzz with activity, preparing for deployment. Voph stirred finally, looking up at his commanders. "The time has come. You all know what's about to happen, so I'll not waste time. When we arrive to Eshan, we'll be arriving to a total war zone. Our priority, as it was the last time, is evacuation. There are good people down there, and we want them out of here."

Voph pulled up a map of Eshan City, pointing to the various spots as he spoke. "Most of the fighting will be here. The Echani and the Mandalorians share one thing in common: They'll not back down from a fight. However, reports suggest there are still non-combatants in the area. Ground forces, your goal is to set up a camp on the outskirts of the city, and escort all willing refugees there. Shuttle pilots will be standing by to evacuate them to the carriers. Once carriers are at capacity, they will fall back to Monastery, offload refugees, and return to the fight."

He turned to the Squadron leaders. "I want all fighters deployed. Arbitration squads, hang back with the group, and reinforce the Arbitration's position. Those deployed from the carriers, descend to the surface and provide air support where needed. We're working on CIS frequencies today, so if you hear a call for help, you answer it. If you're given no other directives, maintain a defensive perimeter around the evacuation sites, and protect the transports. The carriers are being tasked with the continued evacuating of Echani refugees, so once you deploy, you are on your own. Ord Mantell has been designated as our rally point, if you need fuel, ammo, or the like, redirect your squadron there. Do not attempt to return to the carriers, there will be no room."

Voph stood back to his full height, and walked around to the front of the table. "The time is now upon us. Eshan burns, and it falls to us to free her from the Mandalorians. Make no mistake, the sons of Mandalore are fearsome warriors. You can ask for no finer people to have at your backs when the forces of death seek you out. But they have lost their way. An army is only as strong as its faith. Its conviction. Eshan has caused a rift among the Mando'ade. But make no mistake, though their numbers are diminished, their resolve has never been stronger. These...misguided warriors place their faith in a wayward leader. It is time to tell the Mandalorians that it is time for a new Mand'alor."

Voph turned to the fight crew as he spoke. "Set course for Eshan. Wait for the Fortressa's mark, then engage." He turned to leave the bridge. "The rest of you, dismissed. Battle stations, red alert. We're going to war." The command crew cheered behind him. The energy aboard the Arbitration was...electric, to say the least. He himself needed to prepare. Voph stepped inside his quarters, and began to shed his tunic, down to the armorweave bodyglove he was wearing underneath it. He moved towards his personal armory, but paused. He turned, and looked behind him at the display at the foot of the bed. It called to him. Voph paused for a moment to consider. Then he turned, and moved towards the display, quickly dismantling the armor that laid within. The last time he had used it was of mere necessity. But... now he wanted nothing more than to march into battle wearing his old armor. And so, the Demon awoke once more...

ESHAN, SOMEWHERE IN ORBIT

Voph was already aboard the Oberon shuttle when the Arbitration dropped out of hyperspace in formation with the Fortressa. The twin Carriers and four Destroyers dropped right behind them, and prepared for mass deployment. Shortly after they arrived, a broadcast was received. A hail from their admiral [member="Quoron Cadera"] to all CIS ships. Voph set his face grimly as he heard the message. Were the Mandalorians so deluded as to expect them to believe this? Voph stepped forward to the cockpit of the shuttle. He tapped a pair of keys on the controls, and sent back a broadcast of his own. "This is High Councilor Voph of the Octarchy Covenant, acting in conjunction with the Confederacy of Independent systems. Eshan burns, and you would DARE lecture us on being the oppressor. You will do everything in your power to prevent us from saving these people from your slaughter, and I shall do everything in my power to wipe the scourge that is the Mandalorian oppressors from the galaxy. Tell your people the Confederacy has a message for them. Die Well."

Voph cut the transmission. War had been called. Words had been traded. Now...It was time. "This is Voph to all fighters. The light is green." He reached up to grab on to something to steady himself as the shuttle lifted off the ground. A swarm of fighters left both the Arbitration and carriers. Arbitration's fighters, as instructed, held back in defensive formations. The Arbitration would not make the first move. It was there for one purpose, and one purpose only: Protect the Fortressa. The rest of the swarm descended upon the planet, shooting past the waiting Mandalorian fighters. They did not pause nor stop. Eshan burned.

Voph moved back towards the main hold of the shuttle, pulling his helmet on and locking the vacuum seals into place. As he did so, he received word from his tactical officers. "My Lord, the Arcane Scion is in position, establishing communications network." Voph took hold of one of the handles above him as the ship began to shake its way through the atmosphere. "Acknowledged, Scion. Stay close to the Fortressa, and prepare for anti-jamming operations." The shuttles dipped low enough to open the side doors, and Voph reached over to press the the controls to do so. He looked out across the cloudy expanse, the whole of the Covenant's starfighters bearing down on Eshan City. And then, they broke cloud cover.

Voph felt a wave of sadness come over him as they descended. Eshan City was nought but rubble after the bombardment at the hands of the Mandalorians. It was a sight all to familiar to him. Below he could...feel the anguish. Civilians fighting for their lives. Children screaming out for their parents. People mourning the loss of loved ones. Voph knew the pains of war all too well. And it was a pain he wanted to kill. "Pilot. Take us down." The ships began their final descent. Voph's heart bled for the people of Eshan. But now was not the time for sorrow. That would come later. As the shuttle leveled out over the streets of Eshan City, Voph threw himself forwards, plunging through the air to land heavily on the paved streets and rubble below. His troops would be landing shortly. But for now, he was on his own. He stood, and drew his saber as Mandalorian soldiers began to notice his arrival. The Force surged around him, and the purple blade sprang to life in his hands, Lightning already beginning to arc from the blade. He was Vengeance. He was Death. The Mandalorians would pay for their atrocities.

ESHAN BURNS.

Orbital:
The Arbitration
x2 Carriers
x4 Destroyers
Arcane Scion

Atmosphere:
Oberon Shuttles (Refugee Evacuation)
Outrigger Craft x3 (Aboard the Arbitration awaiting deployment)
Archon Bomber Squadrons
Mynock Interceptor Squadrons
Octarch Fighter Squadrons

Luca Donskoi · Feb 12, 2019

[SIZE=12pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Eastern Eshan City (suburbs), Eshan[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Prepare for Liberation of Eshan[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Armor: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Phrik Cuirass, Bracers, Pauldrons[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Armament: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Echani Vibrsword (x2) [/SIZE]LINK

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

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

[SIZE=12pt]Tags: [/SIZE][member="Alkor Centaris"]

[SIZE=12pt]Eshan. The homeworld of the Echani. Ryndrae’s homeworld. A world that stood in peace and order until recently when the beskar clad savages that called themselves Mandalorians sought to tear that sovereignty apart. Not only did they come and conquer a planet that had done no wrongs, but they’d done so on a ruse built upon lies without evidence. The city had been razed and much of it still stood in embers. Plumes on thick black smoke billowed upward, carried in whatever direction the Eshan wind carried them. The elaborate architecture that was once a marvel to behold had been brought to rubble and Ryndrae still seethed with hatred from the heartless endeavors of the Mandalorians. To come as vassals of diplomacy was one thing, but to commit to the genocide of a people, a butchering by way of orbital bombardment – that was beyond forgiveness. They had gone way beyond the call of their station and committed a slight against an entire people. If they wanted peace, if the wanted just or security, they had committed to a path in which they could not turn back. At this point, peace would never be able to be achieved.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Ryndrae had been there to witness it. He held his wife in his arms as the last bit of life escaped her grasped. A product of the Mandalorians’ many delusions. They stripped away the stability of a world, reveling in their misperception of having saved it. No, there had been no saving it on that day. They had ripped it apart from its foundation chasing a lie. A falsity that slavery was endorsed here. That, of all people, the Echani would collar people and force them into servitude. It was mind boggling that this is how the armor-clad fools thought. There was no logic. No valid reasoning. Just a people acting upon whims with no evidence. Even now, Eshan City burned. It cried out from the horrors of their recent history. There was a pain and anguish here that could be paralleled by on a view in the galaxy. The loss of so many a heavy weight that drug the denizens here into a kind of depression. Happiness was gone, replaced with an overwhelming sense of sorrow and ire. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It was on the outskirts of the city that Ryndrae found himself now. He’d returned for two simple reasons. One, he wanted to save those he loved and the family that had not been able to escape this nightmare the Mandalorians had brought with them. Two, he was here to exact his revenge on a scourge the needed eradication. A vile pest that had been allowed to sustain itself while minding itself in its own burrow of the galaxy. The Mandalorians had become a disease that there existed but a single cure. Death. And he would see that the cure was administered in force. And he would be one of its many harbingers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He sheathed a long, slender blade along either hip, casting his gaze toward the sky. Overhead a single LAAT gunship sped past. The Confederacy had arrived and it wasn’t long after his own arrival. Good. The time was coming his niece had ensured their presence would be know and felt. They were here to aid in the driving away of this menace. They were here to offer aid and possibly to help rebuild. They had come to ensure the Mandalorian Empire got the message, clear as day, that such transgressions would never be allowed again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]His gaze narrowed to a leer, his brow furrowed. The time had come to begin. Death had come for these tyrants, and death would have its due.[/SIZE]

Skorvek · Feb 12, 2019

Allies: Clans of Mandalore and our allies
Enemies: CIS and their allies more so [member="Salij-Nekt"]
Objectives:Crush the enemy
Location: In a clearing at the Valley

Eshan was a world that they where helping to recover after we freed them from the slavers we gave them back there government and let them heal with some help and supplies from us to help aid in the healing process. But now the CIS was looking to claim it for what ever purpose they have intended for it, He was onboard a transport with [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] who was taking her troops to the main battlefront at the valley while he was going to take another route to find a better position to strike from. He waited till he was closer to the ground before he leaped out and landed on the ground and began his march through the forest as he walked he noticed the sun started to darken as a unexpected eclipse started to form as the day turned quickly into night, Either the fates had a sense of humor or someones ensuring a night time battle which didn't bother him his eyes adapted to the night to compensate as he marched through the forest hammer in hand as he was cautious not sure what he will see or run into on this trek to the field.

Fawn Alzi · Feb 12, 2019

Location: City outskirts
Objective: Drive out the Mandalorian Empire
Allies: CIS, Mandragora, [member="Rhaellor"], [member="Asher Mossa"], [member="Kasca Fen"], [member="Veronika Fleischer"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire
Gear: Lightsaber, wooden staff, knife

Everyone was always in such a hurry to rush into battle, to fight bravely, honorably, or just well enough to survive. Fawn could fight, sure, but there were other ways to engage an enemy. As she walked amidst the ruined outskirts of the capital city with blaster fire from above striking the ground forces just ahead of her, a battalion of dead followed in a pack. Their veins emitted a violet glow as they stayed close behind, their eye sockets letting that same light shine out. Some were fresh from their graves, some having stood by Fawn's side for several months, but all were beholden to her will.

There was a ruined building made of stone that had lost much of its walls and all of its ceiling, which littered the ground in its rubble. It would serve as a fortification for the time being, just long enough for witches to do their work.

She held the end of her staff to the center of the square ruins as an amethyst flame grew from it, reaching nearly twice her height before backing away from it. Her small army of dead continued to stand behind her as she awaited the other witches of the Confederacy. A ritual was already underway, Fawn's head beginning to roll all around her neck with her eyes closed and staff held out in the air.

Her home on Dathomir was under the control of the Mandalorians. Her clan, her people, her mentor, those that had once fought to accept her when others would cast her out as a lesser. This was what they could do to worlds. Conquer, dominate, and reap for the empire. Though she didn't express it, she remained livid for every passing day that Dathomir remained property of such people, able to be traded between empires as if it was just the rock that comprised it, and now it was clear that the planets under their control could merely be desecrated on a whim. They didn't deserve Dathomir. No empire did.

And now, finally, she could wreak havoc on these war-hungry, savage people that still stood with the empire. She would burn into their brains the extent of a witch's wrath and the absolute horror of what they couldn't understand.

Scherezade deWinter · Feb 12, 2019

There was something about the sight of a city after a bombardment, still suffering from the lingering effects of mass destruction, that held a savage beauty in the glowing eyes of the Sithling. She could easily imagine herself holding a picnic for friends and loved ones in among the debris and the fires that still raged here and there, taking happy family holopictures to hang on the walls of her ship, or paint with images of children running around dancing and laughing in it. It was a shame that this beautiful carnage had been dealt by the Mandalorians. She remembered the stories her mother had told her as she wa growing up, of the savage and terrible people who deserved to die.

Since joining the Confederacy, Madalena had met many of them, and one of them was even among her best friends, but the pure and unadulterated hatred she had been raised to have still burned fiercely against the Mandalorian Empire. There was no chance she would not make them bleed. The reasoning? It didn't matter. The Confederacy cared for the Echani as one of the Exarchs was one of them, but Madalena held no such personal emotions. The main thing that mattered was the chance to cause mayhem, destruction, and hurt the colorful cans of tuna as much as she could, all with the beautiful and wonderful permission and backing of the faction she had chosen to serve.

She had landed in the city not too long ago, her drop pod becoming a mostly useless piece of metal as soon as it touched ground and came to a halt. As always, the Pathfinder was a walking armory. She had heard tales of the Mandalorians and their love for lizards that nulled the Force in their presence. She had heard tales of Mandalorians pissing their armor so badly that they felt the need to execute all those who wielded the Force. She had heard of how they had ruined this once beautiful planet only to deal with a minority of people they considered bad, and then tried to paint themselves as some sort of heroes. It was laughable. If you were going to bring mass destruction, she thought firmly, you should own up to it and take pride. But the tuna cans had no pride, not one that counted anywhere outside of their own little circle.

But today, that would end. Today, the Confederacy had come to demand the price of blood.

"I solemnly aim to misbehave," she said with a wicked grin as she looked at Cardinal; her boss, her mentor, her friend. Checking that her blasters were fully loaded, she giggled too. This was going to be fun. "Where do you suppose we can buy enough mayonnaise to make tuna salad later tonight?"

Jerek Zenduu · Feb 12, 2019

Location: Enroute to Eshan
Equipment: Gravity Hurts, Lightsaber, Vi'Dreya Crystal, Ianua Dagger
Allies: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Micah"], @Confederates
Enemies: @Mandalorians

(Post Soundtrack: Gravity Hurts by Cryoshell)

(OOC Note: This post was composed jointly between [member="Jerek Zenduu"] and [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"])

Evil, it seemed, did not have a single master. It would have been too simple for the Sith Empire to hold a monopoly on committing such acts throughout the galaxy. Today, it was the Mandalorian clans, those united under the singular banner of empire, who had committed atrocities once more upon the galaxy. In this case, upon the planet Eshan, home of the Echani race. Not a race Jerek had come into frequent contact with, but that hardly mattered. Here was a chance for him to aid a planet, and race, devastated by conflict and under the thumb of an oppressive culture, and it wasn't one he would soon pass up.

The mood was tense onboard the ship, they were about to go to war. And not just against the Mandalorians, but also their Sith allies if they joined up. In a desperate attempt to stop this new enemy, they were about to invade the planet. They would stop the horrors and avenge the people. It was all very much Sith, but a Sith with their heart in the right place: Her Father. Allya was...at odds. She was Mandalorian, she had to strike against the Mand'alor. She had made a choice to break everything she held dear. Dar'Manda....she hated it. However, she hated just letting that false Mand'alor Yasha, who probably bedded every one of the clan leaders to get named as such, continue to believe she was invincible. No the Mando'ade had lost their way. They no longer had honor, and had forgotten what a good fight was like. She would do her part and remind them.

Inside her bedroom, onboard her Scimitar II, Allya got ready for the coming fight. She wore the skin tight under armor that stopped her body from being chaffed and rubbed in the wrong places. It hugged her form, which showed her off. To make it worse, her back was exposed, showing her dark skin, and the any scars that crossed it. The girl couldn't get the zipper up, and it frustrated her. Normally, she would get one of the clones, or a droid to help her. However, today was special. Jerek was with her. For the first time, they would go into battle together, side by side. It was way romantic for the Mandalorian girl. Allya called out to him, as she knew he was close by. “Jerek! Can you come help me real quick?”

As he heard the dulcet tones of Allya's voice coming from the vessel's stern, it was clear to Jerek that there was someone who needed more immediate aid. As he moved to the aft compartment, the Jedi youth wondered idly where Micah had gone. The Sith Cathar, who had been Jerek's —at first, unwilling— companion since Ossus, had gone missing sometime during their voyage to the rendezvous point. Probably got into the engine compartment or something, the kitten loved nothing if not warmth.

As he drew in sight of his girlfriend, a phrase that still surprised the boy to use, he stopped short with absent breath. She was in a pink undersuit that covered her from head to toe, minus the large section of her back that remained exposed. A webbing of scars criss-crossed her flesh, and those that disappeared under the thin, pink garment spoke to the wider extent to which they spread. A sharp pang shot through his heart, struggling to understand what could have crafted such vicious patterns upon the girl's back. "Yeah, I'm here," he said softly at his approach, trying to focus on her purpose instead of his curiosity. "What can I help you with?"

She could feel his eyes on her, and she blushed a bit before she flailed in an adorable manner. “I just need help zipping up the back! Hahaha.” She turned her head, she smiled warmly at him, large chocolate brown eyes filled with so much affection for the boy. “I figured you would like to help, more than a clone or droid or something. Am I wrong?” Her mind didn't even go to the scars that criss-crossed her. The result of several assassination attempts, a ship crash, and the torture she went through as she trained as a Sith. “Pleeeeease?” Her voice soft was musical as she begged for help. “Then, I need help getting the outer armor weave suit on, and the Beskar'garm itself on. It's heavy, so is always a pain. In other words....I'm needy?”

Eyes went wide as she said that. “Whoa! I never thought I would be that type of girlfriend. Hmmm, but I admit, I like having your help to do all this. Oh! I almost forgot the most important thing!” She turned away and rushed over to one of the drawers. “I had a present for you to help in the battle.” Allya opened the drawer and riffled through it. “No....No....not that either...AHAH! Gotcha!” Once more she turned, her hands now behind her back. On her face was a massive, playful grin. “Here! This isn't a good luck charm, it really should help. I made it myself.” The girl reached out, and showed the Vi'Dreya Crystal to Jerek. “Let me touch it to your forehead, and just focus on it for a second, okay?”

Needy? Jerek had never felt that way about Allya, so he was glad she was cognizant of that admission herself. She was certainly right about him wanting to help, since they had begun dating, he had felt a strong desire to remain in Allya's presence. It was just hard for him to admit it to himself sometimes. That hesitation acted against him here, by the time the boy reached out to the zipper, it was gone with the rest of his girlfriend as she dashed over to a drawer and came back with something in her hands. A crystal of some kind, iridescent in color. Jerek could feel it through the Force, the crystal had some kind of power, though what it wasn't evident to him.

More evident, however, was the bare skin that had come exposed along Allya's shoulder as she reached out to him still wearing the undone underlayer of her armor. It made him nervous in a way Jerek wasn't familiar with. He put his hands on her arms, and moved to turn her around. "Just a minute, let's finish this part first." Pulling the fabric back close to the center, he held it in place with one hand as he used the other to zip it up. Nervous hands drew back as soon as he was done, even as he yearned for them to linger. "What is the crystal supposed to do. It feels...odd. I don't know how to describe it really, like it wants something?"

This was the danger of dating a Sith, Jerek reminded himself. She had him onboard her ship, heading to an operation ordered by a government with a Sith leader. Was this the point at which she would try to turn him? Was all the talk of her rejecting the Sith traditions just lies to draw him in? But accusing her of lying could hardly elicit an honest answer, so instead the boy asked, "Is it safe?"

Allya smiled and turned around, as she let him zip her up. She enjoyed the brief touch of his fingers on her. Her head tilted as she turned and faced him, once properly zipped up. His hesitation, the questions and doubts filled him. She honestly didn't blame the boy. Instead, she reached up, and took his face in her hands and rubbed her nose to his. “I wouldn't give you something unsafe. I don't want to hurt you, corrupt you, or make you anything than you are. All I desire is to keep you safe, to make you feel uplifted, respected. You don't need to take it, if you don't want. But, it's a crystal designed to absorb the dark side. It's created to absorb the corruption, so that you don't lose strength in dark side areas, it also protects the mind, keeping you from insanity due to the Dark Side, or mind control...and things like dark side inspired fear. I-I.....” The girl sighed and backed up. “You are important to me. I wanted to create something that would protect you. So that someone couldn't come and just destroy your mind, and take you away from me. I don't ask for your trust. I have to earn it, and I know it.”

Her shoulders went down a bit, and she gave such a sad smile. “I don't want to lose you. You've been so gentle, and kind to me. Made me enjoy so much. I feel so safe with you around. I admit, I am not perfect. I'm dark and different than you. But I am not trying to use you, I'm not trying to harm you. But I do selfishly want to keep you around, and alive. I want to give you the best chance....to overcome if something goes wrong. There may be Sith on the planet. I'm not afraid of the dark, or dying, but I am kriffing terrified of losing you. But Jerek, make the choice on your own. Okay? It's okay, I won't be angry if you don't want it. I'll think of something else.” The girl gave him such a genuinely warm smile. “I'll protect you. I promise.”

"I thought I was here to protect you," the boy grinned cheekily, his bluster only there to mask the frustration he had with himself. Why was it so hard for him to believe that Allya could be both Sith and not evil? The same burning desire to see justice wrought upon the conquerors of the Echani fueled a cancerous mistrust of the darkside. Having been raised in light and battling darkness for so long, since even before the One Sith's war with his republic, it was difficult for him to feel differently. Yet here was a girl who embodied that difference, all he had to do was look in order to see.

Her eyes went wide, and her face flushed as he admitted to wanted to protect her. It made her heart skip a beat. “I-I....No one...really ever protected me before, besides my dad. And even then, it wasn't really a good type. So, I trust you to protect me. I'll...t-trust you. Okay?”

With her face filling his vision, that wasn't too hard for him to look at the moment. "Okay, so what do I need to do? Just focus on it?"

She reached out, and rested her left hand on his chest while she nodded. “Put it to your forehead, and concentrate on it. You will feel it's effects immediately.” Eyes twinkled in excitement. This was the product of months of work, and learning from her father. But instead of Sith Alchemy she used Force Alchemy, a more...neutral form of it, so that it could actively draw in the dark side. “It's also a really good lightsaber crystal. When used it can cut through things faster, like doors, weapons, armor and the like.”

There was this look in her eyes. Like the galaxy was right. Even in the face of war, and destruction, even in all the chaos going around, with him here, at her side, in her room, where he helped her, talked to her, the galaxy felt so much safer. The girl was able to let down her guard, and not fear someone was about to run a lightsaber through her heart.

Jerek put his hand over hers, and then pulled the crystal from it with his fingers, dragging its attached cord with it. He turned it over in his hand, its shimmering surface seemed to hold facets of complexity beyond merely its pattern of vibrant colors. Taking a step back, the youth held it against his forehead, and closed his eyes. Instead of emptying his mind of thoughts, as he would for meditation, he directed them instead to the crystal. For a moment, they were mundane thoughts, observations about its physical properties or the odd feeling it gave him, but as he continued, his thoughts deepened.

The facets of the crystal opened up to him, allowing him to probe deep within it and see it for what it was. A web of protections, spells, and wards wove themselves like a latticework inside the crystal, creating a containment structure of sorts. As he continued to seek deeper inside, the nature of the containment made itself clear, designed to capture dark energies and corruption like a magnet, keeping them inside itself rather than to allow them to do harm. And then there, at the deepest point of it all, Jerek found the crystal waiting for him. Perhaps for anyone, but he filled its purpose. He could feel the crystal waking, its containment activating, and at the same time pushing him clear from it. Its wards were meant to draw in the darkside, his light had no purpose being there, and suddenly the boy was thrust back out of it.

Taking the crystal from his head, Jerek could see its luster already beginning to fade slightly as it went to work. Glancing up at Allya, he felt a warmth entering his cheeks, a blush that spread across them. When she had said she wanted to protect him, he hadn't realized exactly what that meant. The crystal, it's abilities to trap the dark side energy, was a powerful tool far beyond what he was capable of doing alone without decades more of training. "I don't even know what to say, Allya. Except 'thank you.'"

As she looked into his eyes, one of her hands reached for his, and entwined their fingers together. The other reached for his cheek. “I wasn't joking. I poured so much into this, so that it could keep you safe from things that could destroy you. I'm...I'm much safer against them. The darkness is much less scary to me, as my body can defend against it, and my blood is designed to fight it. But, I knew that if we got around the wrong type of person, it's over. With this, you are least have a chance in an otherwise impossible situation. It's all I could, I'm sorry. But, you are very welcome. I care about you. A lot. I don't know if it will help this battle or not. But I know, some day, somewhere, it will. And....um....”

The girl gulped a bit, but leaned forward, and pressed her lips to Jerek's in a clumsy kiss. She had no practice, and only a basic understanding of all this. But it was heartfelt. “This one, is for g-good luck.” Allya coughed and nodded. “Right! Okay.” Her heart was raced as her emotions took over her thoughts for a moment. She practically tackled the boy, and hugged him tightly before releasing him. “Ahhhhhhh. We should finish getting ready....maybe.”

Jerek relished the feeling of his arms wrapped around this girl, having her soul close to his. It energized him in a way he never knew was possible. And though what he really wanted to do was to kiss Allya again, he nodded as they drew apart, knowing she was right about getting ready. Jerek had already donned the new armor that had been made for him recently, once Allya was suited up they would be ready for the coming battle. "Where's the rest of your armor?"

Allya Vi'Dreya · Feb 12, 2019

Location: Eshan City
Equipment: Beskar’gam, Lightsaber, The Songbird, Frag Grenades, Ianua Dagger, "Ri Qorit" Disabler
Tags: [member="Jerek Zenduu"], [member=Micah], [member=Voph], [member="Luna Terrik"], [member=Fedrig]

(OOC Note: This post was composed jointly between [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] and [member="Jerek Zenduu"])

Jerek helped her into the armor, and soon they were ready. It wasn't much longer until they were about the exit hyperspace. “Entering stealth mode. Turning down comms, turning to passive sensors, and activating stealth generators. We will be on a time limit, to catch up with the Angelic Fury and land with the main invasion force.” Armored hand reached out, and pulled back on the levels, which exited them from hyperspace. As the ship slowed, it opened up into an already massive space battle. The CIS fleets were engaged in combat, and the Angelic Fury exited nearby, along with its escort ships. For now, she would be entwined with an Eternal Empire fleet Marshal, it was a better use of her abilities. However, before they got there, they had to get the troops to ground. “Well, Jerek, we are here. Alright, plotting a course, slow and steady through the quieter parts of the battle.”

The ship maneuvered it's way through the space battle. There were a few close calls, but the stealthed ship remained undetected. As they got close to the planet, the massive hangers of the Angelic Fury opened up, and like some type of rail gun, the attack pods began launching at the planet. The forward defense group was on its way to create and defend the landing zone. Closer and closer the ship got to the planet. Once in direct orbit, she began to set the course for just outside the landing zone. “You ready Jerek?” A massive number of fighters, bombers, and shuttles/transports flowed out of the Angelic Fury, heading to the planets surface.

Beside her, Jerek stood mostly quiet, a hand on the pilot's chair, watching the displays on the screen in front of him. It was rare that when he traveled on a ship larger than a single seat, he did so within view of the ship's controls. Most of his time was spent riding as cargo, trusting the actions of a naval crew and captain to maneuver the ship into place for him to launch his starfighter. Today he stood idle within reach of the controls, and he wore his discomfort tightly underneath a veneer of calm, idly fiddling with the outer layer of his new armor.

It had been made especially for him, commissioned by his girlfriend after he had finally relented to put aside his Jedi robes for this conflict. It was foolhardy, she had argued, to try going toe-to-toe with Mandalorian opponents without great skills or technology. Lacking both, as well as a defense to her salient points, Jerek relented to Allya's request to make him a set of armor. It was the second of the two gifts he wore from her today, the Vi'Dreya Crystal tucked neatly underneath his armor's outer layer now. While he had found some brief time to practice using his armor suit already, today would be the first time using it, using both of these gifts, in a real situation.

That realization gave additional weight to Allya's question of him. Jerek nodded, filled with both exhilaration and trepidation for what they were about to face. "Yeah," he said simply, taking the helmet that completed his armor from the console in front of him. He set it on his head, locking it into place and adjusting the collar around it. Immediately, the helmet's HUD kicked into place, and even in its limited mode Jerek was overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of data it showed him. He willed himself to ignore it for now, as well as his fears, saying for as much his benefit as hers, "Let's go send these Mandalorian kung to the Netherworld!"

Jerek would easily be able to feel, however, that his girlfriend felt vastly different than he did. There was no fear, no hesitation. Instead, there was this overwhelming excitement. The blood in her boiled, her heart raced. Mandalorian and Sith, even now, she lived for this, for the thrill, the challenge. The girl gave him a bright grin, then reached over and grabbed her helmet. “We got this, cyar'ika.” Helmet was clamped down, and the Mandalorian teen looked the part, decked out in the purple and black that was her trademark look. Her own hud came to life, and flooded her with information. Holographic display came up on her arm and she pressed on the virtual keyboard a bit, as she kept the ship on its course. “Systems....up.”

The Scimitar flew down, just outside the area of the other Dauntless transports, to avoid the anti-air fire. But close enough, to be able to see where they landed. Once, the repulsors were engaged, and the ship landed on the outskirts of the city in a hidden area to the side of it. The landing was as smooth as butter. “We are here, depart. We meet up with the others. There is safety in numbers.” Standing at the helm, Allya made a broadcast.

“To all citizens of Eshan. The Mandalorian Empire has burned your planet, slaughtered your people over lies, and yet pretend to be the heroes. They have belief you called them. When in reality, your screams called us. They seem to lack the ability to see reality, or logical consequences for actions, or perhaps they do, but they wish to disguise their evil. These are not Mando’ade. They make a mockery of an ancient people, and betray old allegiances. And now, they have become dogs to the Sith. They kill your people, and act as if they hand over your planet back to you? Why would anyone then call on the might of the ones who just days before slaughtered them?! What delusion do they live in?! These people are not warriors. They are not vod. They are jokes! They either have no clue what they are doing, or they are masters of deception. But fear not, your screams have been answered. We are here, we are providing evacuation shuttles for you, and we will clear the palace, and set the true queen back on her throne. These false Mando’ade, will not survive the day.” Cutting off the transmission, Allya reached over and grabbed Jerek's own gloved hand. She gave it a squeeze. “Okay....Okay. Let's go.” The ramp opened and the droids now connected to Allya's suit filed out of the Scimitar.

What had once been the outskirts of a vibrant city, nestled in the crook of a mountain range on the edge of the water, now lay in partly ruins with a gaping wound in the center. Even from this distance, Jerek could see the devastation the Mandalorians had dealt to Eshan City, and it felt like a punch to the gut once more, his vivid memories of Ossus were far too fresh. He could feel the pain of the Echani people, those hurt and dying, those starving and homeless, those full of anger and confusion at their new reality. If he let himself, the Jedi teen would dwell on it all day.

Jerek tried to push that aside, breathing steadily as he had been trained, feeling the strong emotions within him begin to grow dimmer. They were still there, he could still tell what the suffering and savage destruction of this planet meant to him, but they no longer gnawed at his soul or cried out to him for action. Now he felt clarity and resolve in their purpose ahead. To liberate the Echani would be a fruitful outcome, but if nothing else, the boy could help show them that freedom was still something to live for.

He had roused the sleeping Cathar youngling, though the small boy had somehow wrangled Jerek into being his transportation as well. And here the padawan had thought he was in charge of this partnership. Wearing the kitten like an oversized backpack, the Jedi youth was at least grateful his armor was equipped with micro-repulsors to ease the burden. He was going to have to figure out what was in those Cath-chow packets that the kitten kept insisting on for snacks.

As they made their way towards their rendezvous, Jerek took the opportunity to push the capabilities of his suit, mindful to keep his passenger secured. When paired with his own skills in the Force, he found his speed was more than doubled. Jumps were longer and more controllable, and if he was conscious about it, Jerek found he could change course mid-jump. The thrill at that find was clearly audible, the teen filled the open comlink channel with Allya's own helmet with his laughter, but the gleeful feeling was out of place against the harsh backdrop of the battles already taking place ahead. He forced himself back to a calm pace, taking a stride that matched his girlfriend's, ensuring the rest of their party was still in close proximity. Spotting a group of forces that could have only belonged to the Confederacy, Jerek asked, "Is that them up ahead? Your Dauntless group?"

As Jerek laughed and jumped, his worry began to die down, Allya was happy. Good, he needed to relax. War was hard, you had to keep your wits and humor about you. All around them, as they met with the others at the rendezvous point, Confederate landers, transports and shuttles were touching down. Number of tanks, and droids were forming battle lines. No heavy artillery was present as they were trying to keep destruction of the planet to a minimum. Overhead, droid fighters flew. Nearby, in front of them, men and women in white armor gathered. “Yes, these are my Dauntless.”

One of the soldiers saluted her. “Adjudant, welcome. We have a mission briefing, sending you, and your….um assistant, the details. The Commander took some of the commandos and troopers, to the medical camps. Your orders?” Allya looked over at Jerek, and nodded. “Alright. So, we are taking back the city. Innocent casualties to an absolute minimum.” Her mind reached out for a moment. “Voph should be meeting up with us soon, to plan our assault. We capture as much territory as we can, evacuate as many civilians as we can. Main goal….take back the palace, restore the queen to it.” Allya sent a comm message to Voph. They had been bumped into each other a lot, she had gotten used to searching for his his presence on the battlefield. “Voph….you are late.” The Dauntless were here. And every moment more and more droids landed, and prepared for the assault. Today, was not about vengeance, no, Jerek was at her side. Today was about justice, and restoring peace.

Amea Virou · Feb 12, 2019

L: Eshan
A: [member="Runi Verin"]
E: No Enemies in sight. Technically.
Q: “A little good don’t stop the devil.”
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The screens around the cantina had flickered back to their regular broadcasted sports yet the effect on the room had lingered to say the least. A group of now righteously enraged Echani had stormed out of the establishment to make way out. The news from their home hadn’t gone over smooth. Even Amea herself was unsure how to take it. She hadn’t ever really thought to return to Eshan any time soon, but that didn’t change the fact that she knew people there. Sitting herself back down from a failed attempt at wooing someone, Amea took her glass of liquor and chugged the rest.

“I need to go there.” She had muttered at the time. “I have a good friend who might have gotten caught in the crossfire.”

That was not more than a week ago, and now here they were days later in a ruined home that had once housed Amea’s friend. It had since then turned into a small makeshift base for a contingency of Anti-Mandalorian rebels. The men and women living within the walls wanted little more than their own freedom from those that would have the nerve to assume that they were unable to defend or govern themselves. There was only one queen, and that queen was all they needed. A warrior culture would not bow to another warrior culture, to do so would be to concede inferiority.

“The Mandalorians have established a perimeter here,” Brien said pointing at a hologram of the area. “Here,” He pointed at another point. “And here.”

Everyone then looked at each other. The CIS had begun their descent upon the planet and more than a few had already touched ground. The time to plan had come to an end and the time for action was soon upon them. The rebels grabbed their Confederacy sponsored gear and began to venture out into the streets.

“Amea, you and your friend will be good by yourselves, yeah?” Brien asked before shaking his head with a chuckle. “Oh what am I saying, of course you will.”

Amea chuckled back and turned to look at Runi.

“Well we know our part in this.” She said and checked the ammunition in her little plastic gun. “The western perimeter should be an easy first step into the heart of the city.”

Helly Reyne · Feb 12, 2019

Location: Medical encampment outside of the capital
Objective: Lend aid to whoever is dragged out of the battle
Allies: CIS and allies, [member="Valencia Hadley"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire
Gear: Dual lightsabers, stun blaster pistol

It was all she could do.

Helly fought back tears as she gazed out over the devastation that had befallen Eshan, similar imagery, similar smells as that one day on Coruscant. For what? She wanted to know what Cynthia Solus thought of this. How she would justify it. How anyone could justify this. They were just like any other empire.

Her small group from Tatooine was made up mostly of droids, but some Jawas were counted among them thanks to Kniibi. While she wasn't meant for combat on the front lines, she still had an opportunity to do good. She could make a difference here, unlike her feeling of panic and helplessness on Coruscant. That was a lost cause, but this... The Confederacy could put an end to this.

Taking a deep breath, followed by another deep breath, and yet another deep breath, she stepped off of the dropship and onto the warzone, lightsabers drawn even though she didn't have any ability in the force, but the deflection of blaster fire would come in the form of shielded droids in front of her. They didn't need to engage anyone in combat, so all that was needed was to locate civilians caught up in the conflict and provide them with safety and medicine they likely weren't getting elsewhere. It didn't take long to set up camp a safe distance from where the battle was taking place, adding to the shelter that was already available complete with field hospital beds and containers full of organized medical supplies to be used by a select few of the droids she brought along.

It didn't take long for the first injured man to be carried by a soldier to their camp, not even Echani himself. As he was laid down behind the fortification of energy shields and underneath the canopy that had been set up, she took notice of the heavy amounts of sweat covering the man's face, practically drenched. One of his legs had likely seen better days, and his torso had been shot twice, once near the heart. The jawas would pass the medical droids their requested tools while Helly kept up a dialogue with the man, though it was nigh impossible with how much suffering he was enduring. Eventually, he would stop making any noises at all, and she would be informed that his vital signs were lost.

It seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, but there was no time to even think of what had just happened before a young Echani was brought to her, confused and in a state of panic, parents or guardians nowhere to be seen.

With her jaw still hung open from the death she had witnessed, she shook her head and knelt down to be at eye level with the white-haired boy. "Are you hurt anywhere?" she asked, a sincerity and motherly nature that had to be faked at that moment.

He shook his head, eyes wide and nearly unblinking.

"Do you know where your parents are?"

Again, she was answered with a shake of the head and nothing more.

She reached for his hand and held it as she assured him, "We'll get you back with your parents before long, alright? For right now, you're gonna have to stay here. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded, but there was no less horror in his face. As she stood back up, she spoke to the newest occupier of the same bed the last man had been laid on. She was Echani as well, breathing erratic and face burnt on one side. "You're doing great" was something she had been taught to say a lot of in preparation for this, but only the droids doing the operating would know for sure how "great" they were doing.

She had also been taught that none of this was about her, only those that had been rescued. No matter what Helly was feeling, she couldn't ever take a moment for herself, not when help was so slim.

John Locke · Feb 12, 2019

Location: Dropping out of Hyperspace with Unity Fleet
Allies: CIS and Allies
Enemies: Mandalorians and Enemies
Objective: Clear Space of Mandalorian Assets and help secure freedom for Eshan
Unity Fleet:

There were some moments in life that were crystallized in your memory, some moments that were so profoundly moving, so profoundly shocking that you can never let them go, you can never forget. That day in the factory when it all came tumbling down was one of them, perhaps the worst moment of John's life. This had been one of those moments. He'd been in a board meeting when EX, his executive assistant had bustled in, normally the droid knew better than to interrupt meetings so John knew it must have been important. Imagine his surprise when the droid walked right past him, past all of them to press a hand against the room controls, a holo-screen appearing showing GNN's broadcast of the Mandalorian attach on Eshan. An attack based on what? The claim that the Echani were slavers? John knew Echani, counted some of his best friends as Echani and this is what the Mandalorians were claiming? The entire room had fallen silent, hands clenching into fists, clasping at tables, anything to provide some release, some way to hold back the anger the pathos that was sweeping the room. Images of the Mandalorians cutting down civilians who wanted nothing more than to defend their homes from these aggressors. It was an understandable reaction, of armed troops rampaging through the streets asking you for something you couldn't give what other choice did a warrior culture have but to try to drive them away as best as they can. It was unnecessary, it was all utterly unnecessary, they didn't need to do this, to kill so many. Then came the kicker, the Orbital Bombardment, that indiscriminate wave of death that swept over the city. Orbital Bombardments were never precision attacks, the sheer distance made that impossible. John's hand had clenched right through the table at that, the pictures were all that needed to speak, no need for words. Even the newscaster had been stunned into silence by the attack, civilized governments just didn't do things like that.

Were there words of outrage? Maybe, but nothing in public, no trials for war crimes and that's what an Orbital Bombardment was, that's what that entire attack had been. A galaxy cried out in pain and shock...and there was no answer. The Mandalorians had attacked the Silver Jedi repeatedly, and John had helped drive them off and let it slide, but this, this was too much. When Darth Metus had called out to answer it was as if the Galaxy was giving an answer to that outrage that they were all feeling. Which is how he found himself here.

The Command Deck of the Mace Windu felt like an old glove, this was his command ship, the crew moving like cogs in a well-oiled machine, an efficiency born of practice and experience, countless hours of drilling and actual conflict. If only he could say the same about the rest of the fleet. It's not that anyone was bad but Unity Fleet was drawn as a mish-mash from the CIS and the SJO. It was a miracle that the two sides were meshing as well as they were, different command structures, different tactics, all sorts of headaches trying to make it work. It was a massive nod to the professionalism of both fleets that they'd kind of managed to meld into a whole. Hopefully, they could keep this up, stop any cracks from appearing, at least any cracks that anyone else could exploit.

"Sir, we're dropping out of Hyperspace in 3...2...1..."

The entry an exit from hyperspace was always smooth the lines of stars twirling and shortening. Ahead of him, John could see the planet, it looked almost peaceful, calm when seen all the way from here. What didn't look calm at all was the fleets of ships already starting their dance around one another. It was almost a ballet, thousands of tons of metal twirling through the heavens, it was almost poetic, or would have been if not for the fact that the dance was one of death. At the end of the day, there would be no winners, the devastation these ships could unleash on one another would see to that, but they could do nothing less. The galaxy cried out for justice, and they would answer.

The cyborg glanced down at his screen, the crew in the Mace Windu's CIC already tagging friends and enemies, fulling the screen with more and more information as the rest of his fleet flashed into space around him. Fighters filled the space around them, the squadrons of small ships almost forming a mist around the fleet as it turned onto a prearranged heading. Not quite as fast as John would have liked, but nothing to complain about at all.

"Comms, contact the Fortressa and the other Confederacy Naval assets." He could see Fleet Marshal von Sorren deploying, along with a very familiar ship. "Let them know that Unity fleet has arrived and will be deploying to support them now, ask if there are any instructions for us...in the meantime get be a direct line to The Arbitration please." John sat back in his chair, waiting until the lieutenant gave him a thumbs up, "[member="Voph"], good to see you out here...don't even think about scratching that ship, I just got done updating it." A small smile touched John's lips, dying away as he glanced back towards the planet. What would come wouldn't be pretty but it had to be done. "Helm, take us in, for all the lost souls, for the innocents that have suffered, we will now give answer."

tldr:

Arrived from hyperspace
Moving towards the planet

Vera Mina · Feb 12, 2019

Objective: Scourge (Butcher Mandalorians)

Wearing: Mercenary Dress (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/140151-mercenary-dress/)

Currently in: Command Form

Armed with: Legal Tender (CIS combat Pistol)

Divorce Settlement (Assault Blaster Rifle)

Misdemeanor (Vibro Stiletto)

Law Abroad (Vibro-Katana)

Equipped with: Stealth Field Generator

Slaughter was Vera's natural element.

Since joining the CIS in her mercenary guise, a statuesque, if muscular chiss with red hair, Vera had killed for the sheer challenge, cutting her teeth on everything from other mercenaries to deadly predators, either of which she engaged in with sadistic relish to either torture or dispatch as she saw fit.

She had deployed in one of the drop pods sent to the city outskirts, to wipe out Mandalorians trying to recover at their so called health camps. With slaughter would come fear as she butchered their wounded, no matter who they were.

Vera held nothing against the Mandalorian Empire personally. [member="Darth Metus"] could have ordered her to slaughter his own forces and she'd have happily obeyed with the same glee as well as the same savagery she was now prepared to inflict on the wounded and injured. A war crime...but a fun one.

To Vera it was all just sacks of flesh tearing each other apart. And she was simply happy enough to help them.

Vera had went in on a solo infiltration route through a small canyon that one camp had hidden itself in, due to the intelligence she had gotten.

She captured, interrogated, and killed one of the perimeter guards, skinning him alive and leaving him as a foreshadowing for what awaited the Mandalorian people here on Eshan as a whole. But in truth, the suffering of Eshan meant nothing to her. A body to bleed was a body to bleed.

Vera approached through the canyon under a dark sky, clad in a sterile white combat dress with long boots and gloves. She had purchased a bargain bin stealth device as of recent, but it would not remain powered for long.

She wanted them to see their death.

It was a relatively large camp, carrying the wounded in by the shuttle load...her 'bosses' (for her only true master was Nine Lives) were inflicting terrible casualties already. This delighted the inhuman Vera, for not only would they die after escaping death the first time, they were pre mutilated. It would make their suffering and despair worse.

Vera took out her knife, creeping every so quietly in the stealth field on the side of two perimeter guards, next to two blaster turrets, and then she was running so fast the stealth field disabled, as she leapt towards one guard with an elegant flipping leap, the reflex enhancer in her dresses collar kicking in as she dodged the knife and redirected the admittedly quite fast punches and kicks of both guards. Her hand to hand protocols were at maximum settings. She knew their methods, and had an answer for every punch, every kick, every feint. She went with Crane for defensive ness and her own Master's style, Atrisian Iron Hand, blending them together as her combat algorithms dictated, dodging one punch and then grabbing the wrist of the guard and smashing her palm into his elbow, snapping it instantly, using him as a human shield as her knife went between the space between his helmet and his pauldron, going right through the armorweave in his neck as she wheeled them both around and dived, drawing her pistol and shooting the other guard right in the visor, thanks to the extreme accuracy targeting program she came with, as well as snapping shots off to the two turrets as they opened fire in her direction.

Vera took out her assault blaster rifle, smirking directing red eyes to the other guards that ran out of various hospital tents, firing their own rifles at her. Her face and clothes were already splashed with blood as her targeting protocols and enhanced reflexes kicked in, and she targeted the visors, dowing another three with a horrific and callous precision as she ducked into the closest medical tent she could find, shooting the wounded on the cots in the process, letting those outside here the screams of the wounded as she ran through the tent, snapping and firing behind her with her pistol, killing one more as blaster bolts pierced the tent trying to hit her, while she continued firing at the wounded, then drawing her katana and hacking away at their wounded when possible.

Oh yes...it was a good day for Vera, and as the screams from the lascerations she inflicted grew to a higher pitch, her bloodthirst reached new heights as she waited for reinforcements...this tent was large enough, and had enough tools to play with that she could do some surgery of her own, her X-Ray vision kicking in and shooting back at the ones outside the tent shooting in...

Daxton Bane · Feb 12, 2019

Allies: CIS
Enemies: Mandalorians

War. War never changes,. While the faces of dead, dying and still breathing might chang, the desperate fear in their eyes remained the same. No matter the world, no matter the system, no one wanted to die. So struggled to fight, with everyfiber of their being, unto their dyimg breath, falling with that same surprised look on their face when their best was simply was not enough.

Having fought Mandalorians before Daxton knew the task before them would be tough. They asked for no quarter and gave none in return. In a way, there was purity of purpose he could respect in that. Only those who lived by the sword could truly understand with absolute clarity what life was truly about.

They were brave, he would give them that. Tough to a fault but not particularly smart in his opinion. To obsessed with Honor and clan. He wondered if any of them realized just how interested he was in their genetic lines. Already his agents were infiltrating clans, gathering samples for study, the dead were collected for his little experiments, those he rescued were unknowing bred for the Dark Lords agenda. All of course in the name of peace and humanity, Whatever helps them sleep soundly at night allows him greater leeway in understanding what makes them unique.

Now another golden opportunity has presented itself, as the war droids secured the communication post Daxton and his team had overrun. More bodies to collect, samples to gather. Already Raven shuttles were being loaded with samples to take back to his ship for study and analysis.

Flopping his armored form into the command chair, Daxton inserted a disc that would start disrupting enemy comms in this section of the city, as more troop ships descended from the sky and harden this beach head they created....

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