First among many (Mandalorian Dominion of Ord Canfre)

[Verd Skirata]

Skirata heard [member="Ijaat Akun"]'s order and fell back just behind him. Knowing he was in the position to take the brunt of the attack on the retreating mandos, other than [member="Xander Carrick"] of course, he hacked through a couple more vong. He saw his z-6 laying on the ground where he had left it only a few meters away. If they were falling back, he might need that hulking thing. He drew his 2 verpine pistols and let off his last 10 rounds on his way to the weapon. he hefted the pack back onto his back and let the vong have it, while retreating up the hill. He reached the rocks where Ijaat took cover and saw a spare speeder bike a few meters away. Must have been brought on the dropship, He thought. keeping low, he ran over to the speeder, opening the hatch, he took out 2 cables and hooked it back up to his Z-6's power pack to recharge it. It didn't take long till he heard the beep, indicating a full charge. A few thousand more rounds. his face lit up. Walking back to Ijaat, he smiled with his weapon fixed, it was time to hold the vong back. Standing up over the rocks, he unleashed a potent volley of fire on the vong, aiming for anything he could see. He gave cover fire for Xandar to come back to the top of the hill, still managing to hold the vong at bay. He could only hope most of the vong would be taken out by the airstrike that was incoming. He had to hold them back. "If you bring That speederbike behind me, I can hook up the gun for an infinite ammo source." He yelled to Ijaat, motioning to his Z-6 Rotary cannon. "3000 rounds a minute might hold this osik from leaving the target zone." He hoped the older more experienced mando thought like he did, but he would do his best to make every shot he had count anyhow.

 

[Dredge]

Location: [member="Preliat Mantis"]' head
Objective: Torment

Dredge watched the mando spill his lunch all over the floor, he chuckled a bit and it seemed the cat was out of the bag. Dredge appeared to Preliat and sat upon the branch of a tree kicking his feet back and forth. There was simply no way the thin tree tree branch could support the weight of the armored man and the sword on his back. It appeared to be another hallucination. Red glowing eyes shifted to Preliat and he smiled at him under the helmet.

"You really didn't think it would be that easy did you Preliat?" Dredge said sounding a tad bit disappointed.

"Honestly your kind thinks death is something permanent. Let's have a lesson shall we? Death is simply a state of being. One that is not permanent if you know how to operate." Dredge began to teleport from tree to tree as Preliat began to trudge further through the brush. Looking through Preliat's mind he could see where he was going for help, to another force sensitive body that he could take and use to harness his full abilities. Preliat's body had next to no midichlorians in it and while eventually he could take hold, he wouldn't be able to do much with it. Now a body like Anija's that was one that could suit his purposes

"Oh no Preliat, don't take me to a force sensitive body anything but that. Please Preliat put your friends life on the line, give their body to me. Let me out and I will end your miserable existence." Dredge said giving Preliat the warning. He very much could attack another force sensitive, work their way in and have their body. It would of been a bad idea.

 

[Garza]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: @Arri Betna | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Verd Skirata"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" | [member="Ariella"] |
Objective: #2 Take the High Ground
Music Selection: JT Machinima - Legend

Stupid move I know. Headstrong? That was my middle name. Even as a Jedi knight I had been with the Silver Jedi on Voss. We had to fight off those who were attacking the temple. Of course, I was leading the charge. When the Jedi Temple was attacked I lead the charge again. And when the Council chambers were attacked, I went after the men head on. What is not to stop me from attacking the vong to give my allies some time? Nothing.

Using my double bladed lightsaber to a very high degree considering that I was a Master at lighsaber combat, I then was hit with a thudbug in the face. Sending me back. I fell on my arse. Scraping away the bug from my helm, I saw a vong over me about to use his ampistaff to cut me in half. However, suddenly there was a burst of fire that tore into him. I didn't even waste a second to flip around on to my stomach and start running.

I kept low as now I could see "blue" was using a very large repeater to mow down anyone who got close to me. And to keep the vong away. I kept running with all I had considering that I couldn't use the force. My boots pounding hard onto the ground hard as I ran. Coming back up. I slipped, and almost fell, but caught myself with my hand as I turned off my sabers. Running even faster to stay away from the raging Vong.

The only thing I could hear was my voice yelling over and over.

"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap. CRRRRRAAAAAPPPPP!"

 

[Strider Garon]

Kandosii-type Dreadnaught
Bridge
[member="Garrus Garon"]

Strider Garon watched as his brother conducted this affair like he was operating in the Galaxies Opera House. Smooth, efficient and tenacious. The older man was proud to see his younger sibling thrive with such responsibility. The hound of keldabe was not in command, so that was why he sat off to the side and out of the way. He could of contributed to the forces below but the younger pups seemed to be doing brilliant with out the micro managing of this old dog. So he decided to take a break, kick his feet up and just watch like a spectator.

His helmet was off to the side of his chair, his long unkept black hair was held back with a red bandana and his right hand grasped a cup filled with spiced caff. He probably would of preferred the Tihaar but he needed to keep his wits about just in case he was called from reserves and into the battle.

It was nice to see his daughter, [member="Ariella"] , not have been taken like a few others of his family. At least he knew that his bloodline would never be eradicated, even by mass purge. Strider's seed should always prevail.

"Get this wrapped up soon Garrus, I have a bottle of Tihaar and some good Cigarras that have our names on it"

 

[Garrus Garon]

Kandosii-type Dreadnaught
Bridge

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...view the progress of air support via the holographic map Garrus would note the destruction of several other emplacements which caused him to nod approvingly however he also continued to watch the defense and counter measures those fighting for the high ground were taking. The Warror would lift his eyebrows causing worry lines on his forehead to become apparent before he said via the comms..."Rally Master Ordo."...he was talking to Anija..."Commendable job with the emplacements. Reroute to the high ground on these coordinates. Mission is a fly by with weapons hot. Clear out some of those Vong for our men."...if Anija could do that Garrus was fairly certain that the high ground would be theirs however if she found herself tied up an orbital volley was always an option though there was the risk of friendly casualties as well...

...until now Strider hadn't been very talkative but looking up from the holographic map Garrus would have smiled thinly and chuckled..."Very soon, Brother."...his attention seemed to slowly shift away from the battlefield..."We'll be celebrating before the next chime of the hour. The Vong will be corpses littering the earth."...he had no special hatred for the Vong however it would be plainly clear that Garrus had no love for them either by that statement. Reaching for his flask, which was always on his person, Garrus would take it and lift it to his mouth where he'd take a slow drink and let the alcohol burn a slow path down his throat. Ironic that he hadn't felt the itch for a drink until Strider had mentioned he was saving a bottle for the conclusion of this operation; then he felt that subtle pull again. The desire for a drink as though it had never left him...

...glancing back towards the holographic map he'd have said..."Prepare the cigarras. We'll make our final push within moments."...which is when Garrus came over the comms for the entire fleet..."Drop Ships launch. Lets drive the Vong into the next life."...then on his word all the Drop Ships prepared for evacuation of survivors or rigged for combat would launch from their respective vessels. It was an impressive feat to be sure and one only made clear if a person was able to watch from the viewport of a Capital Ship or on the surface of Ord Canfre itself. Literally countless of Drop Ships would descend towards the surface, breaking through the atmosphere before they sent volley's to clear a path for themselves and the allies down below allowing them time to make a final push to victory...​

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[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Ariella"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Kandosii-type Dreadnaught
Bridge
[member="Garrus Garon"]

Strider would nod to his brother in acknowledgment while he took a long sip of his beloved spiced caff. The blended spices mixed with caffa beans were addicting to the Old Man, even more so then whoring and the science that had kept him in the game, Stri'agra. The taste and smell were delicious, godly to the senses and always brought him back to his happy place with in the walls of the Oyu'baat. At this age, it was the simple things and he honestly believed that a thermos of Oyu'baat made Spiced Caff and two fingers of Tihaar was enough to cure any moral issue out there.

He gently cradled his cup after taking the long sip, his eyes focused upon the holographic data screens before him. He was watching the battle below through the eyes of his fellow Mando'ade, or more to the truth their visors. Spiced Caff and vong slaughter on the big screen was almost just as entertaining as being on the front lines himself and cutting the beasts down with his own blade and arsenal.

"Shame we have to get old" He would snarl to himself "I would wage war for forever if life would let me"

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Ijaat Akun"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |[member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]
Objective: rescue Vode

"Come one," she stated tapping her foot on the ground. "We have to get out of here." Ana could understand they were disorientated and out of it. They could all discuss their childhood traumas later over a pint but now was time to go.

"Wait Bob..they took him..this way." One of the newly freed Mando's yelled as he went running down the hall which left Ana only one choice but to follow him. She could only hope that Bob was still alive and well they got there with no issues.

She had this sinking feeling that if Bob wasn't dead he would wish he was and be scar which was something one never got over even after therapy.

As the group turned the corner shots were heard and they ducked into what looked to be an empty room.

 

[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

"KEEP LOW LAD!"

Ijaat only yelled as he clamped his helmet back on, the device hissing shut to indicate an environmental seal. Bending down, he picked up the A-10 in both hands and fitted it to the hard-point on his suit and flexed his fingers, looking at the datapad like control unit on his left gauntlet as the weapon began to sync to his right shoulder. Nodding firmly as it flashed green, he hit a few buttons, and the datapad began to flash an entirely different color and chirp an earnest warning of bodily harm and unsafe firing conditions. Ijaat ignored it and broke cover, sighting just above Xander into the oncoming horde.

"FIRING FULL!"

The A-10 began to whir, the whine, then utterly scream as round after round lanced from it, pausing every few seconds to cool, Ijaat advancing down the slope in a determined step, a score or more of vong falling to the cannon as it ripped and tore through three and four bodies bfore the bolt would finally stop. What no one could see was the bit clean through lip Ijaat had been chewing on to keep from screaming in pain as the cannons recoil and velocity tore through his right rotator cuff and dislocated the joint of his shoulder, his right arm now hanging uselessly, using eye sight and blink commands to fire and direct the cannon, punching a safe path for Xander to retreat through.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Ord Canfre airspace
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | @Garrus Garon | [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Objective: Air support [Objective 2]



Betna followed Anija's starfighter, letting her ship fly out and ahead. He kept an ear to the comms and an eye to the gauges. It seemed a simple enough day. Fly in, hit a few hardpoints, kill some vong, move on, and enjoy the day. Simple, easy, and doable.


As they pulled in to align to the target, Betna flicked on his systems and armed his weapons. Three heavy blaster cannons, two missile tubes, and a heavy ion cannon came to life on his HUD. All systems were green, all gauges were good to go. He let his targeter lock on to the target and sat back, ready to fire with his thumb on the trigger.

"Alright, An'ika," he said happily. "I'm good to go when you are. Just give the word."

 

[Verd Skirata]

Objective #2 Take the high ground

Verd didn't Dare stop firing his rotary cannon, for the sake of his vod, Xander Carrick. He was running as fast as he could, but the horde of vong was coming just as fast. He pressed the trigger, and the gun let out another stream of blasterbolts, then ran out of ammo. "Haar'chack!" he swore knowing that he had to pump more energy into the power pack. At the rate of fire the gun put out, 5 thousand rounds just wouldn't cut it. He ran over top the speeder again, and shoved it over to the hill where he could suppress the vong, and hooked the power cables to his power pack once more. He opened fire, and this time he didn't hold anything back. he simply held the trigger down knowing he had a next to infinite power source. He took out as many vong that were nearing Xander as he could knowing that the vong were getting closer to him, then focused on controlling the rest of them. He saw [member="Ijaat Akun"] racing down the hill in attempt to clear a path through the remaining vong for Xander. A group of 20 of the monsters were heading right towards Ijaat. targeting them, he fired, hoping he wasn't too late to help out. He managed to take out the last one of them right as they were about to hit Ijaat in the back. Though he didn't know the man's name, he was glad he could help. He hoped the airstrike would get here soon, and his vode would be out of the mob when it did come.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Ord Canfre airspace
Allies:[member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Objective: Air support [Objective 2]

Anija frowned slightly in concentration, and chewed on her bottom lip as she heard Garrus' orders. "Copy, Field Marshal. Angels are inbound to the coordinates." With a blink, she armed her own weapons and lightly rested her thumb along side the firing controls. No sense letting off an early volley and taking out some friendlies along the way. Speaking of friendlies... Her eyes narrowed as she sensed something. She'd gotten used to the wild feeling from Preliat, as that was how he always felt. But now, something was different. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but there was a vague sense of anger... rage. And somehow it connected to her.

Frowning, she tried to calm herself and put it out of her thoughts as she focused on the task at hand. Right now, they were going to bring the rain. Double checking her control panel, she saw that all her weapons were green. Nodding to herself, she keyed their private frequency for a moment. "Prepare for a strafing run. Watch for friendlies." In the next moment, she rolled her bes'uliik to starboard and locked in the target zone. Flipping back to the main Mandalorian frequency, she called out a warning. "Angels One and Two inbound to your location, Ijaat. Duck and cover. Coming in weapons hot."

As she finished the sentence, she closed the channel for a moment and pushed her sublights to full. The hill they'd taken grew steadily larger in her forward canopy as they drew closer. She could see the forms swarming up the hill, and paid close attention to the various Mandalorian transponders as she carefully flicked the safety interlocks off. A moment later, she opened up with her Heavy blasters and the ion cannon. She was very grateful for the transponders as she began to circle the hill, carefully strafing the writing mass of Vong warriors that were trying to reach the top of the hill.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"You died. I killed you. You're dead!"


Preliat screamed, hate-filled words screeching out towards the hallunication of @Dredge. Preliat's hands dug into the dirt beneath them, before he rose to a stand. Dredge died. He was just losing his mind. Preliat, however, began to have a much scarier thought. That he wasn't going insane. And that Dredge had somehow managed to escape death, and was trapped in his mind.

"If you're real. I'm going to kill you, just like I did at the prison. You're going to fade away, Dredge. You're going to face judgement. I am going to send you straight to hell."

[member="Anija Ordo"], however, could feel the turmoil boiling inside Preliat- nearly triple of what normally what normally lay under the surface of Preliat.

 

[C3-G8 "Gate"]

G8 moved forward, one hand holding his blaster rifle, the other his pistol, both were firing as fast as he could pull the trigger. He wasn't worried about accurate fire, there were so many Vong that it was almost impossible to miss. His last wrist rocket blew a decent sized hole in the advancing forces, allowing [member="Ijaat Akun"] and [member="Xander Carrick"] another step of distance between them and the Vong. His chassis was dented and there were several small breeches from incoming fire, but he didn't feel pain, as long as his systems operated, he would hold the line for his vod. He stepped up and covered [member="Verd Skirata"] as he dealt with his ammo issues. Once the warrior was firing again he turned his attention back to his sector, buying as much time as was needed to make the escape possible.


"Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade! " He yelled as he fired.

 

[Ariella Garon]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Verd Skirata"]@C3-G8 "Gate"


In the side of her eye she caught movement that when she let her hand drop to her side what came next was her knife being sharp and true to the one that would have end her life. This only made her want to push harder. Coming the order she knew that soon other of her brothers and sisters would be making an appearance what a site it will be to see these vong being taken down left to bake and rotten . Round herself back up to firing position before she was tapped on her shoulder to move back.

As she let her own wild nature out with those that they was fighting her little gift wasn't much of an advantage. This was why she had train before started to explore that part of herself more.

"This little vong went wee wee this little vong went down, this little vong home without any supper."

 

[Garza]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: @Arri Betna | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Verd Skirata"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" | [member="Ariella"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] |
Objective: #2 Take the High Ground
Music Selection: JT Machinima - Legend

I ran as fast as I could. Seeing Akun start charging down the hill with a giant gun, I ran up to him first. seeing as how he was closest. Once I had passed him, I looked up over head. seeing that on the hill Blue was firing again. I grabbed the back neckcollar of Akuns armor and started yanking him up the hill.

"Damn, you need to not eat so much."

I could hear the incoming sounds of engines. Ships? I didn't care as I started to pull Akun back up the hill, I could suddenly hear the rapid blasting of ion cannons and heavy blaster repeaters. Only could be installed on ships. I was glad. I activated my saber again once we reached the top of the hill.

"Should be smooth sailing from here on out."

Looking over my shoulder to see a woman vod and a droid, I nodded at the two in thanks for covering me. Now, we will hold this hill.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Objective #2 take the high ground

"I see you finally made it back up the hill!" Skirata yelled to [member="Xander Carrick"] and [member="Ijaat Akun"] . "Looks like it was just in time too." He continued his volley of fire till the barrels started to overheat. pulling out his canteen and doused the barrels and gave them a second to cool off. It wasn't like he needed to use his z-6 constantly anymore. The fighters strafing were taking care of more enemies than his cannon could, and in a fraction of the time. Continuing to let his Z-6 cool off, he reloaded his pistols with his last magazines. "Looks like their forces are loosing numbers and hope now. Lets take the rest of these di'kut down." Finally happy that his Z-6 was cooled down, he opened fire on the closest targets that the starfighter strafing had left while they circled around again. They had almost achieved victory, and it was well within their grasp now. He was now just wishing he had a sniper rifle. The enemies were soon going to have been driven out of his range with the repeating blaster, and well out of the range of his pistols. That was just a hopeful thought though, and he'd survive this, he finally knew that for a fact. This truly was a battle to remember
@C3-G8 "Gate"

 

[Dredge]

Location: Preliat's head
Objective: Have fun

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

The image of Dredge began to genuinely laugh at Preliat's little outburst of rage and denial. Yes Preliat had killed Dredge, at least physically killed him. But there was so much more to life then flesh and bones. There was more than just oblivion, and Dredge had a frequent flyer card to prove it. So the overlord kept teleporting into various trees as Preliat strode past them, some in rather strange positions of him hanging upside down by his legs bent over the bark.

"Perhaps I'm real Preliat. Perhaps I'm not."He said to him softly and chuckled afterwards.

"perhaps I am real, and I'm here to haunt you. I'm here to take my revenge upon you and your kind, perhaps I am something you can not kill with guns and knives alone. What I am is beyond your scope of life and death." Dredge chuckled and vanished again to reappear leaning next to a tree in Preliat's path.


"Perhaps I'm just a figment of your PTSD rattled mind. You killed me Preliat, you bested the most powerful Yuuzhan Vong in the galaxy. You killed Dredge. And perhaps I'm just a reminder your mind created that no matter what you do, no matter how many Yuuzhan Vong you kill, they will never stack up to me. You caught the road runner Wiley." And with a snap of his fingers Dredge completely vanished and let his words sink into the warrior, returning to his dormant prison. But he left him with something.

"Oh and word to the wise, I wouldn't go seeking help. Wouldn't want them to think their leader is crazy after all." And then there was only silence