First among many (Mandalorian Dominion of Ord Canfre)

[Garrus Garon]

Ord Canfre​

An ordnance world for the Old Republic once upon a time. It surrendered to the Confederacy of Independent Systems in 22 BBY. After that it was conquered by the Yuuzhan Vong during their invasion of the galaxy. The history goes on. Most recently it was annexed into the United Mandalorian Clans acting as an ordnance much the same as it had done throughout its history and regardless of whose governorship it came under. It would still be thus at this point had something strange not occurred. Everyone vanished.

Overnight communications from Ord Canfre ceased and contact was lost with the world as the galaxy was thrust into chaos. The Yuuzhan Vong had once again seized control of the world during that time and now garrisoned as one of their own. The Mandalorians have responded by sending a fleet to regain control of Ord Canfre and open the way to other outlying worlds that were lost in the wake of an unknown phenomena. The time to take back the worlds they had lost was now...

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The Bridge of the Kandosii-type Dreadnaught was the home of Garrus Garon, Field Marshal, and he overlooked his home from a place taken by a viewport as the capital ship traveled through hyperspace. Officers relayed reports to him, most of which earned them a nod of recognition or a grunt however when he was informed that they were coming out of hyperspace on target Garrus would lock eyes with the Officer, a woman, reporting the information to him and say..."Good. Lets not waste any time. Prepare salvos."...to which a confirmation was given as Garrus was left alone by the viewport once again...

...if his brother, Strider Garon, was a hammer than Garrus was a sledgehammer. Call him what you would but Garrus would burn entire worlds to ensure victory for himself and the Mandalorian way of life. Personal demons and coming to terms with them was not an issue that he had. Turning away from the viewport Garrus would stride out onto the deck of the bridge and activate comms so that he could relay a message to the fleet that had journeyed to Ord Canfre in order to retake it...

...[Ord Canfre represents the first step in a campaign to retake this quadrant of our lost worlds. The Yuuzhan Vong likely expect us. Lets not disappoint them. Prepare your drop pods and ordnance. There is no room for mercy on the killing floor.]...

...then comms would be switched off. Moments later it was just as he had been informed. The Kandosii-type Dreadnaught came out of orbit over Ord Canfre flanked by a fleet of ships following behind it and on his command of..."Fire!"...a salvo of turbolaser fire would be sent towards the surface of the planet to clear landing zones as drop ships were instructed to prepare to follow...​

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"]

It had been too long... Ijaat could hear the whispers as he looked over his armor. He had spent a little time repairing it, not enough to repaint or hide scratches, but the systems were intact, the jetpack functioning fully, and his shoulder mounted cannon fired as well as it ever had. In reflection, he really needed to work on a suit of powered armor for it, as the recoil, even with dampeners, repulsors, and the like, was still so much that more than a few seconds or less of sustained fire threatened to seriously injure him. The stunt in the Netherworld had nearly cost him the use of that arm for a few weeks, and as it was, he was still avoiding the pain killers a medic had given him, and had fallen into taking a home made remedy of tihaar to chase away the nightmares. Nyr was nowhere to be found, and in his grief at her disappearance, he had once again turned to war, his favorite mistress.

Ijaat checked his load out as he walked to the drop launch... His crushgauntlets were a primary concern, in case anyone managed to run into any crab armors. A saber hung once again at his belt, his trusted one he had forged himself. The haymaker variant sonic shotgun clipped to the small of his back, the A-10 minigun nestled patiently on his shoulder, and in his hands he carried the massive two handed warhammer he had created from an old power hammer and a tweaked blastsword. Overall, despite his rather warped state of mind, he stood arrayed perhaps fiercer than any of them on the deck. And he stood silently.

Face hidden behind a silvered visor set in a helmet of white and gold, Ijaat for once had nothing to say to those he was about to drop with. There was no thought of tactics and the like. No thought of cunning strategy and grand plans... The budding general had had been before his tenure in hell had been ripped and rubbed raw, and as he stepped forward into the craft and the turbolasers fired, Ijaat began mentally unburdening himself of the restraints he had placed on the dark recesses of his mind. Years of bliss and hapiness melted away, and by the time the dropship cracked open, there was little left but a warrior of supreme instinct and prowess. And a seething hatred for anything and anyone who would get in his way.

The first Vong to do so met the business end of his hammer with a mighty crack and thud, several mandalorians turning to look as the armored foe flew back and knocked few over, a leader of the vong in vodun crab armor screaming and pointing at Ijaat as it charged with a beastial roar. In answer, Ijaat hefted his hammer over his head and roared in challenge, legs churning as he broke into a controlled run at the one who had singled him out. As ever in war, cut off the head and the serpent becomes much less dangerous. And Ijaat was head-hunting today.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface (Inbound)
Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Garrus Garon"]



Unlike his brothers, Preliat was noticeably silent as the drop pods descended downwards. As the drop pod impacted the ground, Preliat stepped out, looking towards the Vong with a menacing glare behind his helmet. And he screamed. What emerged from his lips was not a thing a man should sound like. Preliat ran forward, not drawing any weapons. Just ran at the Vong line, with his fists curled. And he launched himself toward a Vong rifleman, wrapping his hands around his face, pulling him to the ground, having his neck over his shoulder. There was a sickening shattering sound as Preliat broke the Vong's neck, killing him instantly. Preliat withdrew both of his Westar-34s, firing at the emplaced Vong machinegun nest, howling.


He was angry. Angry for the disappearance of his wife and daughter. He was seething with rage. He was a whirlwind of hatred and rage. The Vong that were near did not run from him, but they should have. They might have lived. Preliat killed many. And he would kill many more, as he slid the blaster pistols away. He was tactical and precise at times, but other times, he was less of a scalpel and more of a hammer. He narrowed his eyes, pointing forwards towards the Vong command area, where they could expect to find many more nasty surprises in store for them. Vong and Mandalorian fire began to be exchanged, as M45s rang out, and Vong began to fall by the droves. Preliat was a leader, a symbol for the Mandalorians around him to rally behind.


The wolf began to hunt.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

The way the galaxy was now was upside-down and Ana's head hurt due to it. She had talked to others about the side effects and hers seemed to be the worst. She wondered if that in any way shape or form had to with her visions. Thanks in part to this she had decided to not deal with the force for the time being. There were other more important things to deal with such as the reclaiming of worlds and the missing. There were so many missing including the Mandalore.

Sighing she settled in the pod that was to take her to the surface where a mess of Vong awaited her or for so she was told. Normally she was more bright and cheery than she currently was but everything was getting to her. She needed to keep her head in the game which was the reason she had leaned back to close her eyes to get in the zone.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Bridge of Kandossi-type Dreadnaught

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...following the initial barrage of turbolasers below Garrus would turn from the viewport of the Dreadnaught where he'd been watching the orbital bombardment in real time and walk back out onto the bridge of the Command Ship. Opting to move closer to a holographic map in the center of the bridge where he could survey the objectives on the planets surface he'd have eyed a passing off and grunted out..."Report!"...to which he would be informed that the orbital strike had been a success and that Vong forces were scrambling to regroup. Drop Pods had launched successfully and minimal fire from the surface was ensuring that only minor casualties were sustained as most of them made it to the ground below. The Warrior envied the rank and file in a way, he longed to meet the enemy on the ground again however his place was on the bridge for now...

...with the initial bombardment over Garrus would have said..."Patch me into the comms of all ground personal."...then he waited as several objective he outlined following a redundant scan popped up across the holographic map..."This is Field Marshal Garon."...he stated calmly..."If you are on the ground you constitute our first wave. There are three main objectives to this operation."...then at his command the hud's of several Mandalorians would begin to light up so that the closest objectives were lit up in their helms..."Following is what will win us this campaign Warriors. I know you won't fail."....

...the objectives were all straight forward. There was activity on the ground in several different areas. Nodding his head Garrus would state..."Fire another salvo into the northern hemisphere. Lets ensure the Vong don't have any strong rally points."...a tactical officer would confirm and then the turbolasers of the Dreadnaught would begin to light up the northern hemisphere of Ord Canfre with another salvo, far away from Mandalorian troops, making it more difficult to regroup...​

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Objectives
1) Destroy a large Turbolaser platform. It is hidden in a rocky canyon making orbital bombardment difficult and is one of the last planetary defenses the Vong have. Stolen during their occupation of Ord Canfre.

2) Take the high ground where the fighting on Ord Canfre is most fierce.

3) Rescue Mandalorian survivors. Not everyone had vanished when the Vong took Ord Canfre. Survivors were put into labor camps.

[member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Anastasia Rade"]
Objective: Take The High Ground

Nodding as the transmission came in, Ijaat reflexively put his hand to his ear as he listened. There was someone commanding for once, and that activated something in him. Something that awoke the shackles on the beast. As the Vong leader charged, Ijaat spoke in return. Words were brief, with the natural accent he grew up with, the clipped tones of Concord Dawn. The reply was short, as he was being charged by a rather angry vong with an amphistaff charging him. And Ijaat wasn't quite sure how to counter that. The thing was flexed to the form of a spear, and he knew very well just how lethal it's venom was.

Staying back, Ijaat waited until the last possible moment as the vong charged, and spun around it. Fancy footwork had it's place, but this fight was apt to turn into a long and protracted affair quite deadly to all involved. So as he narrowly avoided the first amphistaff thrust, he dropped his hammer in a double handed blow and brought it crashing down directly at the back of the Vong's knee. The power-hammer went off with a whoomph of concussive force, and much to Ijaat's dismay the Vong only stumbled, triped, and rolled as it fell to throw the spear like amphistaff directly at him.

"Osik"

That was all he could think to say... This would not end well.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]
While the wolf was on the hunt the recently deceased Dredge was watching the mandalorian, admiring his skill as he dispatched a Yuuzhan Vong rifleman. He cared not for the death of a fellow Vong, he had killed so many of his own kind that he himself didn't feel bad for it. But the ex overlord simply watched the mando who had slain him. But he was not watching him from behind a tree or as Casper the friendly ghost, he was watching him within his own mind.

Dredge had transferred his essence into the Mandolorian as he plunged the knife into his throat. This was not the first time Dredge had died it was safe to say he was already plotting to take over Preliat's body and take it for a test drive until a new Yuuzhan Vong one could be shaped for him, and just like that he'd be back to burning worlds and leading the charge for evil.


And even though he couldn't take control just yet Dredge had to build up darkside energy from the man slowly now that he was cut off from his armor and sword. But that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with the man. Dredge sat back in his mental prison and lifted his hands and began to conjure a few workings with the force. And from out of the brush Dredge in his armor appeared in Preliat's vision, his red eyes staring at him and white teeth spread in a toothy grin.

"Hello Preliat, looking for this?" Dredge said as held up the unmoving body of his daughter Yasha and in the blink of an eye the hallucination was gone. And dredge sat back in his mental prison simply waiting to torture the man more for beating him.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Ijaat Akun"]
Objective: Rescue Survivors

As her pod reached the surface and the doors opened she raised her head grabbed her rifle to head out. Anything other than the objective was put out of her mind. Her Vode needed her and Ana was not about to let them down especially those in labor camps. They had saved her from hell and now it was her turn to do the favor.

The Graug had been horrible to her so Ana could only imagine how the Vong were as slavers. Whilst the others focused on the other objectives she was taking it upon herself to go rescue them from captivity. Having been a slave herself Ana was skilled at knowing how such operations functioned. It wouldn't be easy to get in however she would work till she found a safe passage in to free them. The last thing that she wanted was to be captured again.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Dredge"] died when Preliat stuck his Beskad through his neck. He watched him die, he watched his armor dissipate and the darkness that had followed him whisk away. Dredge was dead and gone, buried in the prison that he fell victim to Preliat the first time.


So why- how was he standing before him, unmoved and unbroken? How was he here? Why did no one else shoot him? Preliat blinked, and the hallucination was gone. As was Yasha. Yasha and Aditya. They were gone. Gone and Dredge was torturing him from beyond the grave. But how. Suddenly, Preliat felt a tackling sensation, and was thrust to the ground. Another Mandalorian had saved him from a barrage of blaster fire, before continuing the asasult. Preliat couldn't sit there and pretend to not notice it- but he had more pressing matters. He picked up the rifle he dropped, wrapping his hand around the grip, before placing his finger on the trigger and ordering his men forward.


He was a leader, by the front. He would continue to prove it.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Ord Canfre space - mandalorian fleet
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"]
Objective: Air support [Objective 2]

Settling herself into the pilot's chair as she adjusted her buy'ce to rest more comfortably against the back of her seat. Her breathing sounded loud in her, ears, but she tried to ignore it. The last several weeks had been a whirlwind of activity. Rescue missions and various offensives had seen mandalorian forces spreading across mandalorian space. Loss of contract had effectively shrunk the borders of Mandalorian source, and now they were scrambling to reestablish contact.

And, like now, they were having to fight back against interlopers. In this instance, there were rumours of Vong on the surface. That... was going to make things... interesting. Taking a few moments to look over her control board she keyed her comm. "Angel Two to flight control. Angels one and two requesting launch approval."

 

[Garza]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: @Arri Betna | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] |
Objective: #2 Take the High Ground

Dressed out in my Battle Armor, I held my hammer in my hand. With two lightsabers on my belt, and a blaster pistol on my left thigh. I was following a man, Ijaat Akun. I watched as he used his own hammer to send out a concussive wave at the vong. I smiled as they began to stumble and fall. In this situation, I would have used my Telekinesis to push them all to the ground and beg to me on their knees. However, I would just have to beat them into submission.

"If they don't heel, show them how to."

Rushing forward, I rushed the first few and used my hammer to smash into them. While it wouldn't break through the armor right away, it was still living armor. It would bruse and break eventually. As well, the blunt force caused underneath can still break bones. I smiled brightly as I used all of my possible strength to begin beating them down and into submission. using my fist to slam into the face when my hammer was away. Using both hands to fight them off. They would learn of the meaning,

"Death by suppression"

 

[Dredge]

Location: In Preliat's head
[member="Preliat Mantis"]

Dredge snickered and sat back in his mental prison, his soon to be base of operations, and he would be a liar if he said he wasn't having fun. But he did have to keep Preliat alive, he wasn't going to do much good transferring his essence into a force dead Yuuzhan Vong, not without adding some Yammosk tissue to them at least. So he had to make sure Preliat was mostly alive. Dredge began to listen, he heardc his native language being spoken all around them as Yuuzhan Vong were moving and planning a counter assault, he heard wind of the singularity mine field that was a few hundred yards. So Dredge thought it was time to end these silly games.

Again the Vong appeared to the man but this time not as himself. But as a mandalorian warrior in his unit, his face was covered in the helmet and he just looked to be any other mando that was in the middle of combat.

"Sir, their plotting a counter attack on your right flank. There's a mine field about a hundred yards ahead of you and we need to move if we are going to survive this!" There was on odd thing about the mando, as he appeared to Preliat none of the HUD signals appeared to him, and none of the other mandos reacted to the news he had given. Probably just a malfunctioning suit and everyone else being in combat but it was odd.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: Mandos
Objective #2 take the high ground
Verd Skirata had his Z-6 rotary blaster cannon with a power pack on his back, excellent for taking out hordes of enemies. and his 2 verpine shatter pistols holstered on his sides. He charged up the Battle field, stopping for a few seconds at a time, unleashing a devastating volley of fire on small groups of vong. These monsters have imprisoned my vode, and nothing will stop me from killing every last one of them. "For Mandalore!" he yelled as he unleashed his fury on a group of 10-15 vong scum, killing all but one, leaving him wounded on the ground. he made his way over to the monster, drew his knife, and slit the bastard's face. This battle would live long in the history of the Mandolorians. He started back up the battlefield, wasting more and more vong as he went, assisting his bretheren to minimize the casualties. "Verd Skirata is here, focusing on objective 2 where am I needed?"

 

[Garrus Garon]

Kandosii-type Dreadnaught
Bridge

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..."Launch approved, Angels."...the voice of the Field Marshal came over the comms personally to answer Anija Ordo before adding..."Concentrate fire on the high ground or Turblolaser platform on the surface. Don't let them mass on our people."...then his attention returned to the holographic map on the bridge of the Dreadnaught and Garrus would begin to study the battlefield anew. It seemed as though everything was proceeding in favor of the Mandalorians however the Vong were not a weak enemy and they'd make the Vode fight for every inch of ground that was gained. Laying his hands on the corner of the large table displaying the holographic map Garrus would lean forward slowly and continue to study everything as a strategy came to mind...

...the look on the holographic depiction of the battlefield would let Garrus track the movements of Anastasia Rade as well causing him to nod his head slowly before coming over comms again as he directed her..."Rally Master Rade when you are within sight of the Labour Camps Angels One and Two can provide assistance for you and any troops at your side."...the comms would also be patched through to Anija so that she'd be able to hear everything that was said..."Once our people are secured Drop Ships will be enroute to evacuate them. They will need an escort."...that was all and then Garrus was quiet over the comms again. The Warrior preferred to be an active tactician on the bridge of his ship rather than sit back and drink caf like he had caught his brother doing in the past. Nothing wrong with that but Garrus had his preferences...

...after awhile Garrus would start to narrow his eyes at the holographic depiction before stating over the ship comms..."Falcon Gyndar report to the bridge."...the comms would betray his frustration to some extent, Garrus wanted to don his Beskar'gam and take a drop pod to the surface where he could engage the enemy in fierce fighting and carnage. Now was not the right time though. Instead he'd called over the comms for his nephew, one of Strider's many children, to join him on the bridge where he could offer his own insight on the events that were unfolding via holofeed. Truth was Garrus didn't interact with many of the children that his brother had sired over the years so he was interested to guage Falcon as it were though he had considered interacting with him to be pleasant up to this point...​

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[member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Falcon Gyndar"]

 

[C3-G8 "Gate"]

The droid dropped out of hyperspace and pushed his throttle to the maximum, he pointed his ship towards Ord Canfre. He could see the assault fleet moving into orbit around the planet, ships buzzing around it like an angry hive. G8 would have smiled if he had the ability. Mandolorians, he felt like he was where he belonged, his family was there. G8 didn't have the ability to feel emotions, or even completely understand them, but in that moment, seeing the fleet moving as one, he felt pride. The mando'ad had arrived and he was able to record it, "Field marshal, May I assist you in taking this planet for the glory of the Maldolore". He sent the message to the large dreadnought, not knowing if it would be received with trust or if he was going to get blown out of space. It didn't have the fear to worry about it. G8 was with his family and he would flourish with them.

[member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Garrus Garon]

Kandosii-type Dreadnaught
Bridge

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...no sooner had Garrus called for Falcon to join him on the bridge of the Dreadnaught than a transmission was received as a new arrival came out of hyperspace and approached the assault fleet. A Comms Officer relayed the message to Garrus would stated..."Initiate a scan. Tell me about that ship."...however besides the basic he would have actually learned little. Whether this was by flaw or design was unknown however most of the crew onboard the Dreadnaught had their attention on Ord Canfre at the moment. Tapping the fingers of one hand across the edge of his holographic interface Garrus would have eventually turned and stated..."Patch me through to that ship. Local frequency."...then he waited as the comms officer completed his request and allowed his attention to shift towards the new arrival slowly...

...there was a pause between contact. Flak Cannons on various capital ships were beginning to target the ship that C3-G8 was piloting however none of the fired. Instead the Droid would be greeted by the sound of the Warrior's voice as he addressed him..."If you've truly come to assist us then ber welcome but I warn you any treachery will result in your annihilation."...a fair warning he thought before continuing..."Proceed to the planets surface and assist our forces. If your vessel is capable we require a Turbolaser Platform destroyed."...a motion from Garrus and coordinates would be sent to the vessel. Once that was done comms went silent. If C3-G8 proved his worth and was successful then Garrus might just have another task for him were the battle not won by then...

..."Attention all units. Friendly craft inbound."...the Flak Cannons would redirect themselves after the new arrival was designated a friendly and C3-G8 wouldn't need to worry about being fired upon by the assault fleet...​

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@C3-G8 "Gate"

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Anastasia Rade"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |[member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]
Objective: Take The High Ground

Not knowing really what else to do, Ijat swung the hammer like wild and cringed inwardly as the ampihstaff grazed the inside of his elbow, thankfully not releasing any of the deadly venom he had heard rumored that they contained. It still burned like fire, and he grimaced in pain as it sailed past him with a string of curses on his lips. There was a slight slowing to the movement of his left arm, and a growing burning sensation that you get from a finely sliced but deep edged cut.

Pushing through the pain he churned his legs and ran up to the vong, raising his hammer with a wild look in his eyes behind their chromed visor. There was not doubt the amphistaff would impede the use of his hammer, and he was quite angry about that as the thing was dead useful against armored opponents like this one. But in retaliation he merely slammed the hammer into the Vong leader's skull, then began to relentlessly pound the face of the striking surface into the enemies own face over and over until not much but a pulp was left smeared all across the gleaming durasteel of his hammers' head.

"Ijaat to Command.... One vong leader down... Should make taking the high ground a little easier. Proceeding to crest of hill to establish rally point. If I may sir, direct all forces to me that are taking this ridge... I'll lead a small team to establish an LZ on the high ground and clear space for extraction and drop off of anything we might need, looks like a good place for it."

 

[Garza]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: @Arri Betna | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] |
Objective: #2 Take the High Ground

Using my hammer to the highest extent, I slammed it into heads, chests, arms, and even a few weapons to sent them flying. While most of the weapons the Vong had were lightsaber resistant, they were not crush resistant. Nothing ever was. I would use the pommel of the hammer and slam it into exposed faces. The head of the hammer to break through armor. My fist to hit exposed flesh and to snap necks. While I was a Jedi at heart, I knew the vong were not about peace. it was either kill or be killed.

My heart burned with fire as I tried to fight with all that I had. Yelling out in anger against the vong for even thinking of taking the planet that once belonged to the Mandalo'ade. I would fight for those who I now considered my brethren, and sisters. I was only in training to be a Mando. But I knew one sentence because I knew that I would use it every time I was in battle. Didn't matter who it is. I would say it over and over if I had to.

Yelling on the top of my lungs as I smashed in another vong's skull,

"Akaanir ni gar calyarnr!"

Taking hits to the armor, as well as getting hit a few times in the exposed hands, and arms, I had a few cuts on my legs where the onlything protecting me was armorweave. There was blood slowly leaking from my skin, but if we gained the top of the hill, we could control the entire army that fought against us.

Hearing the calling of Akun to command, I smiled. Already looking up to the hill that was closest to us. It was about 100 meters away from us. Turning to Akun in the lull of the battle, I spoke to him, and others that were around us.

"We need to rush them. You and I can clear a path for others to follow. Use that concussive blast to give us a headstart."

if he could bat them down just enough, then everybody could rush the hill and take it over. From there, it was only a matter of keeping them away from the top to create the LZ. And by then, I am sure there would be ships helping in the thinning of the Vong.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Objective: Rescue the Captured

Stopping right before she reached the camp Ana knelt down behind a rock for cover to survey the area. It looked to be heavily guarded from what she could see. She had plenty of Vode behind her to back her up if she decided to bullhead her way into the compound but she didn't wish to risk the operation. They were not a very sneaky bunch most of the time but for this mission they needed to try and be.

"Andy, Gregg and I will go around and survey the compound. I bet we can find a crack somewhere within. We strike there. Wait here and keep watch." She nodded as she got up to begin the walk around the perimeter.

She could almost groan as she was finding it to be heavily guarded and barricaded much like the place she had been in. It didn't dissuade her from her mission of finding and freeing her Vode. There was a way, there always was.

"Ana do you see that. When the guards change nobody is there which is our in," Andy stated as he stopped to watch what was going on. It wasn't a long wait for the next guard but it was enough. It had to be.

 

[C3-G8 "Gate"]

G8 turned his ship towards the coordinates given to him, his metal hands pushing the throttle past the safe limits for living beings. Being a droid allowed him to push the tolerances of his star ship to their limits without many of the harmful effects that would affect something that was living. " Affirmative Field Marshal, consider the turbolaser platform destroyed." Toggling his weapons to active, he began what would be one of several attack runs on the platform. His ship lasers were powerful, but that platform was well armored. The platform was taking shots at the several capital ships in orbit around the planet, allowing G8 free runs at it. Accurate laser fire began to take it's toll and he recorded the moment that the platform imploded upon itself, he hoped that the Field marshal would allow him to share the recording with him.

G8 maneuvered his ship towards the planet and found a suitable spot to land, near the front lines where the fighting was the fiercest. He hopped down from the cockpit of his ship and began moving forward carefully towards the signs of battle. His blaster at the ready, he moved forward, his targeting eyes zooming in and out as targets were prioritized according to the dangers they posed to him and the invasion force. His metallic finger squeezed the trigger.. once.. twice... each trigger squeeze resulting in a downed Vong warrior.

[member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]