For Onderon! For Clan Raxis! (Clan Raxis Rebellion of the FWC Onderon hex)

[Gray Raxis]

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Onderon​

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The people of Onderon were done with the Free World Coalition and their lackeys. They had just come in, taken over, and then done nothing for the people. The Second Mandalorian Empire had the planet as its capital and with that had brought prosperity even if it meant Mandalorian rule. They were done being under the yoke of a passive, floundering state that couldn't even get its act together yet expected loyalty from those unlucky enough to be under their rule.

So the native people of Onderon rebelled. Civil War broke out as Natives fought against the Coalition forces stationed there. It had started off small but as blood began to flow and ash began to fall, it grew as sides were taken. Every city and larger settlement was a battleground. Desperation had set in, but neither side refused to give in. Food and basic supplies were becoming scarce. It was a war that would ultimately see no true winner at the rate it was going. And in the middle of all of this, the Mandalorians who remained found themselves caught like a child of divorce.

Members of Clan Raxis tried to calm the situation and help as they could. It was to no avail. The flames of war had risen too high in the hearts of both the Natives and the Coalition forces. When a peace talk was held by the Mandalorians to sort out a temporary armistice, the Clan Raxis members holding it found themselves sniped from afar with both the Natives and Coalition forces fleeing without a scratch. So the calls for help were finally sent out to bring an end to the conflict before it saw all people of the world wiped out....

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Clan Raxis​

When Gray had lost contact with his clansmen on Onderon a while back, he had gotten worried. His clan was not one that was all gathered together at any one time. They found themselves apart of things all over the galaxy and as members of many different factions. But despite this they always tried to keep in touch with one another. So losing contact for a bit was not a good sign and it was a surprise but no shock when they finally heard from them that it was a call for help. Gray immediately mobilized the clan to head to Onderon with everything they had and as many supplies for those in need as they could handle bringing. Clan Raxis was once more heading to fight in another's rebellion.

They found the Onderon system in a terrible state. People were dying. It was not just from the fighting either, which was still taking many lives. It was from starvation and disease. Every possible resource had found itself desperately lacking in every location. What had caused such a division as this? Gray was no stranger to war, especially civil war, but this was some of the worst infighting he had seen. The Free Worlds Coalition must truly be collapsing in on itself for this sort of fight to break out. The system was screaming for stability and order but all it had gotten was chaos and bitter misery. So with a frown, Gray ordered his clan ships to land where the Mandalorians had hold themselves up.

On the ground, Gray began to order his clansmen to secure more of the surrounding area. They were going to take in refugees, but needed a larger base of operations. His clansmen went out and did that quickly. He ordered others to get the food and supplies unloaded and distributed to the refugees that had already begun to filter in following the arrival of their ships. A tiny glimmer of hope was held in their sorrow consumed eyes. This upset Gray and steeled his resolve. This situation couldn't stay any longer. The Raxis forces finished securing their base of operations and had already begun to aid the refugees that were already beginning to arrive in droves.

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[Project Uriel]

Uriel V1.5ma Prototype Testing Model.

Archangel Deployment: 6/6 HRD Tactical Drone Squad | 6/6 Cyber Mastiff (Skinned, Regular Appearance)
Location: Iziz - Capital City
Background NPC Assets: FWC Freighter Fleet | Transport | Medical and Logistic Divisions
Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:
Primary Mission: Provide Relief Supplies for the Planet and Civilian Population.
Secondary Mission(s): Do not fire until fired upon | Stabilize Key Locations in the City | Provide Escort for Police and Medical Teams
Tertiary Mission: Record the events of a Rebellion to the archives for later analysis, to increase drone effectiveness.
Directives

As the FWC relief freighters started landing in earnest around the capital city, nonlethal weapons were in effect around her location at least. Stun and subdue, establish order to the main sites that needed it. The Mandalorians had been assessed as a wildcard here, potentially dangerous to an already unstable situation and caution was advised. The drone wasn’t aware of higher level tactical thinking, merely operational parameters that she was set to, to not fire unless fired upon, and further Arch Angel had set her to low threat mode.

Uriel core systems online, downloading primary, secondary, and tertiary objectives.
Targeting systems online, motor controls online, shields online, armor functional, unit combat ready.

Low Threat Mode Analysis and Protocol update.
When in Low Threat Mode. Weapons deemed low threat are to be countered with nonlethal ammunition. Updates were being fed into the HRD squad to better adjust their tactics to the fluid situation on the ground. Analysing relief efforts. Updating Mission Parameters. Primary Target set.

Her eyes opened and one metal foot was put in front of the other. The skin covering just for show, the dogs following behind, also appearing skinned. The other HRD’s moved on command and walked as one unit. The drone models mechanical in their timing, they soon mimicked human timing but if you looked at them long enough it wasn’t hard to realise they weren’t completely ‘human’.

Their first target. To help the security forces subdue and secure important strategic locations around the city, starting with the cities central secro-police complex and following down from there.



Analysing Uriel Unit:
Waist - Standard issue Personnel Shield: 100%
Back - Standard issue Personnel Shield: 0% (Backup Status Offline)
Duraplast Armor Condition: Nominal
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Estimated Combat Capability 300% (Shield/Armor + Unit + Ionization Buffers)

6/6 HRD Tactical Squad - Weapons | Gear: Vibroswords, Palm Stunner | Stun Nets, LBR-9 Stun Rifles | Standard Issue Bolters, MK 3 Heavy Bolters, SW-12 Jacknifes, Echani Shield Generators, Echani Shield Generator (Backup), Reinforced Duraplast Armor, Internal and external Ionization Buffers. Non Lethal Gas Grenades, Chemical Grenades, Cryo Grenades, Organic Medical Kits

Uriel 1.5ma Upgrades: Heat/Night Vision, Backup Shield Generator, Internal Self Destruct, No Experimental Gear

 

[Maeve Ar'klim]

Onderon was in need of help. She had a duty to go.

Her mother counseled her on the dos and don'ts of aide which Maeve smiled about and dismissed. There would be many ships coming in with aide. She was bringing the ambulances and other supplies to move and help patients. There were others bringing food, medical assistance, and personnel. She brought first responders from MandalMedical.

She sat in the pilots seat of the Dancing Thranta and began to search communications to get to a point where she could land and be helpful. Behind her somewhere the teams were preparing. She hoped that those on Onderon in need of help would not reject her help.

Her clan was in pieces and to muster just those that she could to bring with her had taken the skill of a diplomat and a doctor. She was neither that was her mother. Maeve was a first responder with a ship.

She found a frequency, "This is Maeve Ar'klim of Clan Ordo requesting landing permissions..." There was some static on the communications. Maeve frowned. Should she just go in? Would they recognize the markings on her ship? Would they shoot at her? She just didn't know.

What would her father have done? Jumped in a besalisk and soared down out of the sky to kick butt.

She angled the shields and headed in, all while repeating her message.

 

[null3]

Location: En-Route To Iziz
Background NPC Assets: Harris's fleet, 6 Battalions of Stormtroopers, a garrison of battle droids, and multiple detachments of fighters and bombers.
Primary Mission: Restore order by any means to the rebelling system

Harris sat over the communications table onboard the throne. The bridge was silent as the message played about the multiple rebellions taking place. Harris stood silently amongst the men, soaking in ever word. As the message ended and the hologram faded away, the crew shifted, staring silently at the darkness, where the light once was. The was a confused and heavy energy amongst the crowd, the decision was up to The Lord on where they would go to assist, but even he was torn. Harris adjusted his officers jacket, and straightened his cape. He stepped out in front of the crowed, and they on cue stepped back and looked into the eyes of their now torn and perplexed leader. Finally he cleared his throat. The bridge, which had just picked up a small mumbling, was silenced as quickly as it began.

"The best coarse of action would be to move to Onderon. The people there have been through enough between the constant changing between the fate of their world. The Mandalorians, for the most part, are staying neutral. I will send out a request for supplies as we plan for a full scale invasion of Onderon. This world needs to be taken back, We will land in the capital, Iziz. From what I heard, it's a warzone, but momentarily still under our control. We cannot risk this world falling to the rebels. Our first action will be to completely erase resistance in the capital. Once that is done, we can begin the preparations for the main assault. That can only occur once the capital is cleared however. I will message a contact of mine from the outer rim, he can get us some experimental blasters to assist in wiping out the rebels. Remember that your targets are the rebels, not the citizens. Once these rebels are cleared, the 'Golden Arrow' Division will stay and Garrison the world as the fleet moves on to other rebellious locations. It is impervious that the free world coalition does not fall."

The crewman started clapping at the admiral, they admired his quick thinking. The admiral faked smile and then raised his voice.

"To your battle stations!"

The men quieted and turned, Harris looked at the men, confused. A voice yelled out to the Admiral.

"What about me?"

Harris knew the voice all too well, his biggest foe, and strongest opposition yet, [member="Deadeye"] . The men seen the newcomer, and then looked at Harris, they all shared the same look of distrust. After the moment of gazing passed, the men quickly began running too their stations to prepare for the battle that was soon to come. Harris turned and whispered to an officer to alert "project 1271" of the new plan.

Deadeye walked through the crowd towards Harris and the officer, Harris stiffened as he approached.

"Hello Admiral, hell of a plan, but where do I fit in all this?"

"To be honest, I didn't think you'd show. Will say though, nice change of pace to see you here to help for once."

deadeye motioned smugly at Harris.

"Well Deadeye, You will be with me and a personal detachment once the city is cleared. When we land, you'll lead the attack against the insurgents, and then you'll rendezvous with me, and we will lead the first main charge against the insurrectionists. I have taken the liberty of giving the pre-order, in the event you'd show up, for my men to treat you with hospitality, and for my hanger crew to have your ship upgraded and repaired. This is free of charge. I can assure you that you will be rewarded after the rebellions are eliminated."

"Well, I guess I should thank you for the assistance with my ship. She's banged up. I'll prepare my stuff in the hanger, but I must ask. Do you have a lab, or workshop onboard?"

"Why, yes we do. Sergeant Wilson!"

A shorter officer jogged up to the Admiral and then looked at the tall man in Mandalorian armor next to him. "Yes sir, is there a problem?"

"Not at all son, may you please show our guest here to the workshop? He has some work to do before the invasion."

"Yes sir."

The young man turned and placed a folder on his chair. He turned and told Deadeye to follow him, and the two walked out of the main area of the bridge, and into the elevator. Harris watched the two disappear behind the door as it closed, and then turned towards the front of the bridge. He walked up through an opening that lead to the front of the bridge, and past officers. He entered the main room and began walking across the central catwalk, watching the men work frantically below, preparing for the jump. As he walked, his cape dragged shortly behind him. As he reached the front, he straightened it and lifted it lightly above the floor. He looked out the windows of the Ship, scanning the hull of his new 'Throne'. Harris chuckled at the thought of him, sort of a king amongst his men. Respected and cherished. He entertained the thought for a moment, thinking of their loyalies, just letting his mind wonder. This however was interrupted by a loud beep from controls before him.

"Admiral, this is the navigation team. We are all set to jump on your order."

"Okay captain, you're free to jump us as soon as the fleet is ready."

​There was a brief pause, Harris used this moment to think again of himself as a king. He liked the idea and could do it. After I save the FRC he thought, after. This was his thought process. He then cleared his mind, just in time for another beep.

"Admiral, the fleet is ready to go."

"Jump us."

The radio went silent, the lights dimmed and the ship appeared to stop in space, then, with a bright flash, the ship blasted into hyperspace, and out of view, the other ships darted after it and silence fell over the deep void.

 

[Riamah]

Location: Iziz
Objective: Provide aid and supplies to the populace and reestablish stability
Allies: FWC, their allies
Companion: [member="Mercutio"]
Enemies: Whoever isn't an ally

The as of yet unanswered calls of the clan had been known by Ra for a time and as soon as she had heard them, she started to gather and plan to give aid to the people of Onderon. She wasn't in a position of political power within the Coalition, but was a merchant. This was both a blessing and a curse. A curse because she had to arrange for the supplies on her own instead of using government funds for it. The blessing came about because she didn't need to keep record of what she did and turn that into some sort of budget for a government to approve or not. However, that record was kept of how, when and where she got these supplies.

Iziz was the capital of the planet and had been for many a millennia. Little had she known this world had also been another capital of the Mandalorians. When they had fled almost en masse at a point when they could no longer hold the planet, some had stayed behind. Maybe they had started families here or found work among the population. Either way, they now cried for help.

According to the cries, the Coalition had failed them. Unsure of what had been promised to them when they took the planet under their protective wings, Ra wanted to find out and assist in restoring their confidence in her government.

"Well, Mercutio, I'm not much of a diplomat, but I hope these supplies will help where words might fail me."

 

[Errreembuhr]

Location: Iziz
Objective: Connect with local leaders to consolidate and distribute resources
Allies: FWC, their allies
Enemies: Anyone seeking to cause violence or destabilize the local government
Equipment: Krayt-class Light Cruiser in orbit, Galaar-class Heavy Shuttle, 85 Wyyyschokk-series Super Battle Droid guards(EO-7 Blaster Carbines and various standard grenades equipped, 80 guarding the dropships and 5 guarding Errreembuhr himself), Kinrath-class dropships


As a member of the Coalition it was Errreembuhr's duty to provide aid to planet in need, and Onderon was no different. Various businesses on New Plympto were happy to provide medical equipment and foodstuffs to deliver to the people of Onderon, at a cost of course. Charity wasn't something many in the galaxy believed in, least of all business owners, especially Nosaurians when it came to foreign planets.

While his subordinates had orders to make deliveries to the outlying towns and villages, the Wookiee himself decided to head up New Plympto's efforts himself in the capital of Iziz, flying in and landing with a squadron of Kinrath-class dropships in his personal shuttle. Only two bore troops, given the humanitarian nature of his mission here, with the rest carrying supplies. With permission to land granted at the primary spaceport, he exited his shuttle to examine the cargo.

"Everything is accounted for, Sir," Agil chirped as Errreembuhr watched the battle droids unloading their cargo. "Eight total dropships have arrived without trouble. In total we have eighty guards prepared."

Errreembuhr nodded as the droid began taking him on a walk along their lined-up ships. "The rest of our ships are loaded with various supplies. Kinrath One and Two are troops. Kinrath Three, Four, and Five are food and clean water. Kinrath Six and Seven are medical supplies, and Kinrath Eight is various other supplies."

"Good," the Wookiee replied when they reached the eighth and final ship. "The ship is prepared with more. I have received permission to use the warehouse there to store and consolidate before we begin distribution. Have the cargo unloaded and send the dropships back to the ship to pick up the next load, Agil."

"Of course, Sir. And I've told you my name is TS-3938."

Instead of arguing with the droid again about names, Errreembuhr turned to leave with her personal guard, hoping to find a familiar Coalition face somewhere soon. The tales of fighting between locals and Coalition forces was troubling, and he would see to finding a way to help establish a lasting peace.

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TALUS​

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Location: Nearing the Mandalorian base
Objective: Follow the trail of gathering refugees and provide aid
Allies: FWC
Enemies: Unknown
Near: [member="Gray Raxis"] , other Mandalorians
Equipment: Various EODD weaponry and grenades, 4 Kinrath-class Dropships, 40 Wyyyschokk-series Super Battle Droids



The droid was not pleased to be under strict orders to not engage in combat. But it was not in his programming to disobey orders, especially from his creator. To that end his command was made up of only forty battle droids, a quarter of what the four Kinrath-class ships they flew in on could carry. The rest of that space was needed for the supplies that were to be delivered to this refugee center that had been rumored existed.

It was clear there was indeed some place that these refugees were all gathering. From the sky where they now flew he could see large groups migrating from different directions, and used that to direct their motion.

"Commander Talus, we're receiving a report from the ship that our sensors have picked up a fortified base up ahead," the Tach-series droid piloting the dropship reported in.

"That must be this refugee center," he replied warily, mathematical programming already running estimations of what they may see on arrival. "Onderon was once a Mandalorian planet. It is very likely there are some clans still here who are taking in these refugees. They're known to be a martial culture, and I estimate high chances that they will attack us on sight."

"Should we attack, Commander?"

The droid took a moment to process another model, trying to find an exact probability that they would be shot immediately.

"No. Open a channel so I may speak with their leader. We have strict orders to not fire unless fired on, and our directive is to only provide aid. We will follow our programming."

Without vocalizing the answer, the pilot turned back to the console, preparing the communications unit.

[member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Onderon - Iziz, Royal Palace
Objective: Maintain Free Worlds Coalition Control, Entrench
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: N/A

Deployed Vehicles: Satyr-Class Scout Walkers, Minotaur-Class Assault Walkers, Centaur-Class Troop Transports

The palace was untouched.

And for no small reason, either. The Helix Syndicate had been contracted by Onderon's monarchy to maintain some semblance of authority in the city. The result was a small, fortified zone of control around the palace... But not much further. Enforcing the peace and defending this area were none other than the Hell's Heralds. Peacekeeping and garrison duty were generally not what they usually got up to, but this job represented a lot of money, so they took it anyway. Why not? As far as Commander Clelon could be considered, fortification was a much more leisurely process. They were being paid a very generous amount of money to what essentially amounted to babysitting, although being that these were the Hell's Heralds we're talking about, they engaged in a little more than that.

Holing up in the palace with the remains of Iziz's garrison and the aristocracy required a large stockpiling of resources. Handling the acquisition of those resources were the Heralds. Vicious mercenaries that they were, they had a knack for extortion. Those natives currently in revolt had little in the way of weapons and armor, so the Hell's Heralds naturally rode roughshod over the lot of them. Anyone suspected of having separatist (or worse, Mandalorian leanings) had their home looted. Ostensibly this was for food, but the Heralds don't like making multiple trips. They took everything of value and brought it back to the palace for safekeeping as well. Rebels were not deserving of luxury goods, after all.

At the urging of some of the more sympathetic members of the aristocracy, some of the confiscated food was redistributed to loyalist members of the general populace - the ones who worked up the nerve to approach the heavily militarized palace district and didn't mind being interrogated for several hours beforehand, obviously. The Syndicate's favoritism towards the aristocracy and the loyalists only exacerbated tensions. A very natural and expected consequence of keeping one group fed with food stolen from another, and of course just the general looting. Of their own initiative, the Heralds also ransacked several museums, transporting artwork and artifacts back to the palace vaults on the pretext of saving them from the rampaging, destructive rebels.

Everyone knew better, but up until recently, the Syndicate had the numbers and the equipment to get away with whatever they wanted. Now the arrival of Clan Raxis and general aid from an amassed Free Worlds Coalition relief effort had tipped the scales. All roving units of the Hell's Heralds were recalled back to the palace district to entrench and await further orders, though it wasn't likely they would be leaving any time soon. Aside from all the loot and money to be had, Commander Clelon was having the time of his life, dining and cavorting with the Iziz elite within the luxurious walls of the palace.

What could go wrong?

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: En route to Onderon
Objective: Continue to provide aid to system, despite previous aid having been commandeered by unknown parties since Onderon's induction to FWC.
Allies: FWC, previously established civic centers, safe houses and hospitals.
Enemies: Trust no one outside of FWC and it's allies. Intelligence report false propaganda that has undermined FWC aid and efforts since inception of Onderon into the FWC.
Equipment: Mariner IV, food and medical supplies.




Her instructions were to pick up additional needed supplies and personnel on Delaya to provide emergency relief to the populations caught in Onderon's civil strife. Her ship the Mariner IV was civilian registered and unarmed. It had just dropped out of hyperspace in Delaya system, and heading down planet side to land at a designated bay.

"Mariner IV approaching docking bay 38 as instructed...over." She found herself amid quite a hustle and bustle of system traffic. Seemed a lot of emergency supplies were being picked up on Delaya as well as on many FWC systems in an effort to provide aid to Onderon.

Marina, like many Alderaani were under her queen's directive to see about providing aid in forms of food and medical supplies. And this was nothing new, as Onderon had indeed been receiving such aid since the system's new found Independence and induction into the FWC. Only that now it were realized that the given aid to Onderon had been mostly misappropriated by some unknown faction seeking to take over Onderon by causing civil strife.

The Mariner IV had already a good cargo hold of such aid, but had room for more, no doubt. Most of the food supply she carried for Onderon since the outbreak of a rebellion started were MRE's (Meals ready to Eat). They had self heating pouches and everything needed to have a proper nutritional meal, even in total blackouts. And unlike other food supplies, these kept fresh in hermetically sealed and sterile packages for a decade. This feature was especially useful when given to populations that needed to bunker down until the fighting ceased.

Her stop over to system Delaya was for two reasons; one, her queen had adamantly requested Marina to have a Coalition officer accompany her on Onderon now that the fighting started.
And two; more medical supplies with much needed antibiotics and dry infant formula that was available on Delaya were also to be picked up for relief aid.

What had overtaken Onderon was hysteria fueled by propaganda of those who south to upset the freedom and rights of the common people on Onderon. Marina had initially been on the negotiations talks following the fall of an evil monarchy and the acquired freedom of the system by it's people.
And lest not forget the amount of aid and support that the Coalition had been supplying Onderon since. But apparently, some faction down there had circumvented the distribution efforts and denied the proper essentials to the common folk. That and the propaganda that the FWC had done little to nothing were lies. Lies, generated by those who had done nothing constructive to help Onderon at all, but feed the common people with propaganda...lies about the Coalition.

The Mariner IV put down on docking bay 38 and lowered her ramp to her cargo bay to receive the extra medical supplies and infant formula for the trip to Onderon.
There she waited for the said FWC officer [member="Tavi Riley"], that was to be her companion on this round.

Marina had not met the man, but had been instructed by her queen to trust him. Queen [member="Faith Organa"] would not have sent Marina over to Delaya, to pair up with him, if the man had a questionable reputation. As thus, Marina did not hesitate to make the stop over on Delaya. She was no greenhorn when it came to providing humanitarian aid to systems in need. She had been doing humanitarian work such as this, even in First Order held systems for some time now. Onderon would be no different today, as it was uncertain who friendlies were anymore. But one thing was certain, aid would get to the people first hand. The FWC had been duped by some opposing factions, that had rerouted most of the previous aid to the system which initiated this rebellion. No new autonomous factions on Onderon were to be trusted. Aid was to get to the people directly.

 

[Andulf Nicholas Teraan]

Location: Iziz
Objective: Provide aid and supplies to the populace.
Allies: FWC, their allies
Companion:
Enemies: Anyone else not affiliated with listed Allies .
Equipment: Wayfarer-class Medium Transport Ship, E-2T medical shuttle (x2), Medical Supply Crates, Mobile emergency Porta-shelters, Grav-sleds

And so with the combined work of both the Teraan twins they were able to secure then pack supplies into the transport ship named Pergills run.Which was secured thru a mutual acquaintance of their late father from whom they secured by calling in a favor he'd owed their house. Which was by no means was the extent of what they work to achieve as on the side using some the creds they held they also gather the necessary supplies as well transport that might be needed with what they assume could be the current need as well the possible ones in the long run. Knowing that if nothing else Onderon along with the Mandalorian was no easy feat deal with. Given what bit or reports or Intel that their own Capt. Ja'rrod had gather regarding the situation there was no doubt. The risk or uncertainty was not far-fetched as did the possibility things could go either way once they were or have been certain to get boots on the ground so to speak.

But just the same they knew either one could not turn away from the fact....they were in need of help and if nothing else they were to extend whatever help they could at the time.

So after a brief meeting between the two, the twins parted with his sister staying behind to prepare or secure a location where additional supplies could be housed if ever a second run or any succeeding after was to be needed. While Andulf with Cpt. Ja'rrod boarded the ship and head off to meet with the other relief and assistance ship that was heading there.

 

[Maeve Ar'klim]

Objective: Provide aid and supplies
Allies, FWC
Enemies - unknown

She held her breath as she began to pull back to begin slowing the ship. She knew she shouldn't get a scratch on it her parents would kill her. Her parent would...she had to catch herself sometimes. She thought about him alot wondering if he could see her was he proud? She hoped he wasn't disappointed in her.

She felt a nuzzle on her arm, she looked over and saw Edee. A constant companion to her as of late. The old cat was not as fast as she had been but her teeth would scare off anyone. Maeve reached over and rubbed her between her eyes the cat purred. It was the most comforting of sounds. The gentle lull to put her sleep as she had for all these years. Edee on the floor between her bed and D'ral . Where was D'ral now? She missed her brother.

Another turn and she was in the skies above. Below she could see nothing that looked like a fight. But there were coordinates for the space port. She was going to refuse them and land closer to the hospital there. Yes...that would be better.

But first she wanted to be sure it was safe to land. She tried again to get the necessary permissions.

Arla had told her the story of Gray Raxis it was almost legend among the clans. But then many of the Vod that she grew up listening to stories about were gone. Killed in the wars. She could understand why holding onto something that provided memories of the past was so important. They would take better care of it too memories were precious.

 

[Tavi Riley]

Tavi rubbed at his armor furiously under the cold water from the sink, the water turning maroon as the blood and dirt came off it. After he was satisfied that it was sufficiently cleaned, he finally turned off the sink and then inspected the armor more. His most recent assignment had been to go undercover amongst some smugglers on Delaya. After weeks of being initiated into their group, he was able to discover the locations of where the product was stored. Last night after a successful coop between the Delaya Security Forces, they had seized all the contraband from the smugglers, with only slight injuries. The smugglers though...well they would need a couple weeks to recover. They surprisingly resisted quite well for people with no fighting experience.

Now that was over, Tavi was up for his next assignment. It wasn't hard to get him one. The FWC was being assaulted, and some of its planets had rebellions commencing on them. His assignment was simple and not very combat heavy in his opinion. It was to aid [member="Marina DeVoe"] in delivering supplies and aid to the people of Onderon. Provide her security, and aid her in any tasks requested. The ROE was to not fire until fired upon and to refrain from using lethal force....Tavi didn't remember the last time he had used non-lethal force. (Flashback)

"Hey Hall, how you doing?" Tavi said as he held the other man as a shield in front of his body. He took the stun baton out of the guy's throat, and the man started to shake uncontrollably, a silent scream coming out of his throat.

Well, I will try my best.

"Hey Wake Up!" Tavi yelled out as he was still packing. Three cyclops probe droids that were seemingly powered off on a desk, suddenly turned on. They soon all floated to Tavi giving silent beeps of greetings.

"You guys charged and ready to roll?" Tavi asked as he turned his stun baton on and off, and attached it to his side.

"Beep."

"Beep."

"....."

"Git?"

"Beeeeeeeeeeep."

"Oh you seem grumpy. Worked you too hard last night? You didn't get your rest?"

"Beep."

"Too sad, I didn't get much sleep either and I am fine. Come on lego we got to go meet a noble."

Tavi said as he secured his armor on and put on his helmet; his modulated voice came out.

"It would be rude to keep her waiting."

Tavi slung two duffle bags across his back and left the room. His three droids following him. They took some public transportation, getting some peculiar looks every now and then. Eventually, they finally reached their destination, docking bay 38.

The bay was a bustle of activity, as workers were loading up crates of supplies onto a small freighter it seemed. Tavi gave it once over. Looked nice, and wasn't a rust bucket. Yet Tavi didn't see any weapons...or anything for defense really on it.

"Git, I feel like we are just getting into a metal box...a very defenseless metal box."

Git just gave Tavi a look, and then started to spin in circles.

"Comforting Git...real comforting."

Tvi sighed and then stopped a nearby worker.

"Hey I'm looking for the captain, [member="Marina DeVoe"]?"

 

[STaCLO]

Objective: Provide Security
Allies: FWC
Location: Over Onderon
Equipment: Two DL-18 blaster pistols

Flying over in his ship SN could see from where he was other ships going in to aid the planet. He felt like this operation to cause rebellion on Onderon was done in secret since it seemed to him at least that it came out of nowhere. Feeling like whoever the true enemy was had to be using insurgent warfare to destabilize the political climate.

He wasn't sure who else was with him on this mission, but this was the first time he'd come back into the spotlight after his accident on Raxus Prime. Keeping a low profile after he turned himself into a high functioning junk droid. He was after all a little ashamed to physically be in such a horrible state. He could hardly fit into his coat and show off his medals.

He came into the atmosphere and flew over Iziz before making a docking request. Soon he was flying in and landing his craft at docking bay 40 before exiting his ship. He left his pit droid crew with his CA-87 shock rifle in the unfortunate event any intruders showed up. But he was half expecting them to use it against one another to settle silly disputes. "Woop, Chirp" (Welp, time to get to work)

 

[Andulf Nicholas Teraan]

https://youtu.be/wFAb2Zqcl5o​

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Location: Iziz
Objective: Provide aid and supplies to the populace.
Allies: FWC, their allies
Companion:
Enemies: Anyone else not affiliated with listed Allies .
Equipment: Wayfarer-class Medium Transport Ship, E-2T medical shuttle (x2), Medical Supply Crates, Mobile emergency Porta-shelters, Grav-sleds


It was then as their ship slowly slips out of hyperspace and into normal space that he could no doubt sense the deep underlying tension within the crew seem slightly more apparent. Despite the fact, however, harden and tough most of them have been having come and experienced the seem same things which they assumed those on the planet below had. As the planet slowly came into view with the ship hovering just outside and was slowly glide its way closer to just about com range with the ground capital of Iziz. Which was their intended dropoff site for as much they looked over every detail and intel they could right before departing Alderaan. It had been decided to see they at best would be seen as a foreign stranger as none those onboard had no real connection nor affiliation with the local population other than that of the broker treaty and such under the FWC banner. Whom at that time seem had a waning or somewhat unpopular consensus among the local who by now had been lock-in an internal civil war of sort.

At any rate, once their ship had sync with the planetary orbit and was at best earshot of the main control tower of Iziz. That Andulf gave the permission for the communication crew to beam down their message and request for clearance to land in order to hand over supplies of a humanitarian nature. At any rate, it did take a while before it seems their message had been intercepted and with the voice on the other end seem somewhat tentative in his response. Which by all mean was not lost to the young Count Andulf for as much appearance goes. Their ship was not quite what one would expect someone with a diplomatic humanitarian agenda would take. Given a couple of the built-in armaments and heavy shielded reinforced hull that the ship was equipped with given the original intention as well that of the reason for which it was intended for when built. But then again it was the only ship they could procure at such a short notice with a decent enough cargo space to bring what they had on board.

And so with the passing of a couple of more tentative exchange between the ship crew and the ground crew. They were able to secure a somewhat positive response along with coordinates for them to land. Which they were then directed not to any of the Iziz spaceport but towards a clearing just outside the city wall close to the main gates. Given the reasoning that with the sudden influx of ship bring in supply and support for the embattled population. There was not one free enough at the time to accommodate and be able to handle their quite unique ship. At any rate with a gracious word of thanking they soon continued on their way. Drop down out of orbit for the slow decent planetside and only then did the full scope of the situation became apparent. As their ship slowly hover to land and go pass burnt out remain of settlements and the sight of one or two burnt out a ship.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: En route to Onderon
Objective: Continue to provide aid to system, despite previous aid having been commandeered by unknown parties since Onderon's induction to FWC.
Allies: FWC, previously established civic centers, safe houses and hospitals.
Enemies: Trust no one outside of FWC and it's allies. Intelligence report false propaganda that has undermined FWC aid and efforts since inception of Onderon into the FWC.
Equipment: Mariner IV, food and medical supplies.




There was no time to waste when it came down to delivering much needed aid to a system under duress.
marina was greeted by one of the coordinators handling supply distribution. he quickly checked over her current bill of lading and was able to calculate what more could be loaded into the Mariner's cargo bay.

Marina in the meanwhile was out and about her ship checking her hull's integrity....a common practice among many pilots to inspect their craft for the next take off.
Her astro-mech companion was running ship diagnostics while the ground crew topped off her tanks, both fuel and water.
There wasn't much to top off as the mariner had reserve fuel tanks for extended jumps. But it was also standard protocol for such missions. And she had gone through several already, for the Coalition and the organization called 'Doctors Without Borders'.
And unbeknownst to many, unless they ran a check on her flights, Marina would show that she pretty much duped not only the Underworld, but the First Order. She was a slippery little blonde, that despite her long locks, never had her hair tangled in any of those factions nets, so to speak. She outmaneuvered the best of the best.

She was very often than not, underestimated by many, on account of her being a pacifist. But it took more courage than one cared to give credit to some one like her, as she had to think more on her feet than use blasters or what not to get out of situations. Marina could be said to be a survivalist...or maybe the gods seemed to favor the blonde for one reason or another, and let her entertain them with her antics another day...

"...and all the formula is in single serving packets?....It has to be easily stowed by the families if they are on the move." Marina went over the check list as the med supplies and infant formula crates were being loaded.

It was just as the last pallet was being brought up the ramp that a droid seemed to buzz around her and the coordinator.
"One of your?" She asked the coordinator, who shrugged his shoulders, seemingly not recognizing whom it belonged to.
"You lost little fella?.." She asked it, as it seemed to be interested in her somehow. But instead of answering her, it took off in the same direction as to where it had come from.
Soon enough two more droids along with the same one seemed to be heading their way... and with two men.
Marina turned from the coordinator and eyed the two men approaching them. One looking like he was geared up for battle. "Hmm..."

The other man with him pointed directly at her, prompting the armored man to nod in a gesture of thanks.
This got Marina's interest up as she gave the man who was now making a bee-line towards her, with three droids tagging along a curious look.
"The man in armor...the one coming toward us....you know him?" She asked the coordinator, who again shrugged his shoulders and replied he didn't.

"Ok..looks like you're all loaded up, Miss DeVoe." the coordinator then drew the holo pad forth, gesturing for her mark. She took her eyes off the armored man and quickly went over the list.
"Not enough...sigh...but it'll have to do." She said, and signed off on it.
Her ship was loaded and certanly didn't have enough supplies for everyone on Onderon. But she weren't alone on supplying humanitarian aid...she never was, as there were many from the FWC and other allies who always came to the cause. But what she could cary, she did and she hoped to at least get the aid to those in desperate need...and fast.

The coordinator nodded, after she signed off and wished her luck.
It was then that she found herself face to face with the owner of the curious droid that had buzzed her over.
"I take it, you're the Mr Burke Dunst I was to meet here from Mandalore?" She smartly asked, keeping her eyes on the man and notgetting distracted by his three droid companions..



[member="Tavi Riley"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Mandalorian District of Iziz, Fortified position
Objective: Accessing the situation, responding to people
Allies: Clan Raxis; Mandalorians of Onderon
Enemies: Anyone who gets in the way
Equipment: Armor ; WA-01 x2 ; Back ; Revolver ; Pistol ; Calm ; Whisper (Gray's lightsaber)

It had not taken Clan Raxis long to establish themselves and fortify what seemed to have been deemed the Mandalorian District of Iziz. Refugees were still pouring in and receiving help. News had come in with them on the current situation. Seemed the Free World Coalition had finally become aware of the situation as well and were sending in humanitarian aid along with troops. A tactic to make it seem as if they cared about the locals when they were actually setting up to retake the system by force. That news got a frown from Gray, but it was not something he was going to stop for now. The more supplies the people got the better after all, and a show of violence from the Coalition foreigners would just turn the people even more against them even if they did have supplies. Their increased presence was also sparking more violence from the Natives, which was a problem.

As Gray was sorting out the next move after everything was established, he began to get word that leaders from the local Coalition forces and the Natives wished to speak with him. There was word from other Mandalorians on the planet in other locations also requesting aid. Gray said to his clansmen, " Respond to our vod immediately and send them what they need. Food, medicine, munitions. Doesn't matter just make sure they get it." He got a quick acknowledgement then they left to see to it. His next issue was how to respond to these local idiots who started this whole mess to begin with. They were making a fine mess of things. More and more refugees were coming to them after all despite the "aid" of the Coalition. Did they not know the first thing you did to provide aid was create a safe zone and contact local leaders? Seems not from what they were hearing was going on.

Another clansman addressed Gray soon after he sent his clansmen off to address the other Mandalorian groups. It seemed that a droid ( [member="Errreembuhr"] ) was trying to contact him. A droid? That was odd. He told his clansmen, " Decline that request. If they can't even approach us then clearly they see us as their enemy. Maintain our position and remember to only fire if someone fires at us first. We don't know who is friend or foe yet and I don't want any refugees killed by accident. Get those local leaders of the Coalition and Native Onderons on coms for me. Might as well hear them out and see who we can side with if at all." With that he headed towards the command center. This situation was turning into more of a tibana tank by the second. One misplaced move and the entire situation would go up in flames. He wanted to avoid that as much as he could with all the innocent people caught up in things. The Coalition had a lot to answer for to allow something to get this bad before responding in any way.

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Natives of Onderon​

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More of the Coalition dogs had begun to arrive on the planet. They brought with them weapons, ships, and forces. They wanted to take the system back for themselves by force. The whole thing was even thinly veiled in a cover of humanitarian aid. It showed how little they could be trusted and how weak their position truly was. The Natives knew this to be true. Now was not the time to give into their false kindness. Now was the time to take from them what was needed and force them to surrender. They would show these fools from the Coalition that Onderon would not back down from a fight for any reason!

The Native rebels began to launch attacks on the new Coalition forces. Blaster fire opened up after thermals or rockets were launched into their crowds. Anti-air weapons shot at any and all Coalition ships regardless of if they had that fake Medical cross or not on them. They would drive back or kill every last Coalition lackey on Onderon! As all of this was going on, any supply depot the Coalition set up would soon begin to have raids made upon them. No supply of food, medicine, ammunition, and fuel would be safe from them. The only thing that they hungered for nearly as much as freedom right now was those basic supplies to survive and fight.

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[member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"] [member="SN-1411"] [member="Tavi Riley"] [member="Maeve Ar'klim"] [member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Helix Syndicate"] [member="Lord Harris"] [member="Project Uriel"] [member="Ra'a'mah"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

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Location: Onderon - Iziz, Royal Palace
Objective: Maintain Free Worlds Coalition Control, Entrench
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: [member="Gray Raxis"]

Deploying: Small, Medium, and Heavy Starfighters

[member="Helix Syndicate"]

Along with hiring Hell's Heralds, the crown of Onderon also saw fit to hire a substantial number of other mercenaries from the Bareesh Kajidic, rationale being that one could never have too many mercenaries. Except, of course, that one could absolutely have too many mercenaries. So many soldiers of fortune in one place created certain ulterior motives that, to the casual observer, might seem to be misaligned with the crown's interests.

In fact, one might even say that the group of primarily Weequay, Vodran, and Nikto soldiers under the command of one Akron Altunen, aka 'The Arkanian,' seemed to be charging an entry fee for those attempting to gain access to the palace.

In any case, while the Kajidic mercenaries had no ground vehicles like their Helix counterparts, they did have a substantial amount of small fighters. These Scyks, Dunelizards, and Kimogila fighters began casually conducting strafing runs of city blocks controlled by the indigenous rebels.

Meanwhile, the Arkanian, in full power armor regalia, chomping on a fat cigarra, stomped on over to the Toydarian commander of Hell's Heralds.

"Clelon," growled the commander, blowing out a cloud of smoke toward the Toydarian, then staring through it with pupilless white eyes. "Been a while."

 

[Project Uriel]

Uriel V1.5ma Prototype Testing Model.

Archangel Deployment: 6/6 HRD Tactical Drone Squad | 6/6 Cyber Mastiff (Skinned, Regular Appearance)
Location: Iziz - Capital City - Heading to the central Secro Police Station to retake it.
Background NPC Assets: FWC Freighter Fleet | Transport | Medical and Logistic Divisions
Direct Allies: TBD
Direct Enemies: [member="Gray Raxis"]
Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix:

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Primary Mission: Provide Relief Supplies for the Planet and Civilian Population.
Secondary Mission(s): Do not fire until fired upon | Stabilize Key Locations in the City | Provide Escort for Police and Medical Teams
Tertiary Mission: Record the events of a Rebellion to the archives for later analysis, to increase drone effectiveness.
Directives

Mandalorians had been reported in the cities, sealing off districts for themselves. Uriel deemed them naturally a high threat, and under regular operational parameters might have meant their extermination to ensure success. Thankfully for all concerned, her primary and secondary mission overrode her standard operating procedures. They had an organic population to assist back into their regular functioning subroutines. Jobs, and lives for the non droids out there.

Rioters threw stones, metal, small lit containers, and various other things at the droids as they came through the streets. Which just dented off their shields or armor, one even rushed them, a droid held out a palm and stunned him with a small device, leaving the man to fall to the ground. The regular FWC medical and relief teams were letting them take the brunt of anything hurled their way, which was smart as no disorganized mob was making much of a dent or even slowing the heavy marching wall of mechanical death down. They certainly stood out as they methodically proceeded forward through the heart of the city.

Analysing…. Rioters attack patterns and armaments ineffective. Rated insignificant threat level. Efficiency suggestion saved for Archangel to exterminate rioters on mass before landing, should they encounter them in future missions. She grabbed a rioter rushing toward her with a heavy metal hand, held him up in the air and sent him flying back where he came from, barely even turning her head.

Carrying on through the streets, the relief teams in tow, paying no heed to the chaos around beyond analysing threats as they came and responding efficiently. No shots were fired at the rioters, not until a blaster was used, then a stun weapon answered him in kind. Which meant his friends joined in. The squad began receiving fire from a nearby two story building, the ground around them showing the impacts. Analysing missions parameters…. The definition of non-lethal was weighed and calculated carefully against the mission objectives and her low threat mode setting. A gas grenade was primed, her vision zoomed in on the building's nearest window and it was hurled an impressive distance through the opening, to start knocking those inside out on their backs. The resistance was slowly picking up toward the central secro-police station, several more gas screens were used to cut a corridor for the relief and rescue teams through the inefficient mob.

Human Casualties: 0
Current rioter threat level graded lower than Cannoks use as Melee Weapons.

Squad Gear and Unit Status

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Analysing Uriel Unit:
Waist - Standard issue Personnel Shield: 100%
Back - Standard issue Personnel Shield: 0% (Backup Status Offline)
Duraplast Armor Condition: Nominal
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 0%
Primary Systems Damage: None
Estimated Combat Capability 300% (Shield/Armor + Unit + Ionization Buffers)

6/6 HRD Tactical Squad - Weapons | Gear: Vibroswords, Palm Stunner | Stun Nets, LBR-9 Stun Rifles | Standard Issue Bolters, MK 3 Heavy Bolters, SW-12 Jacknifes, Echani Shield Generators, Echani Shield Generator (Backup), Reinforced Duraplast Armor, Internal and external Ionization Buffers. Non Lethal Gas Grenades, Chemical Grenades, Cryo Grenades, Organic Medical Kits

Uriel 1.5ma Upgrades: Heat/Night Vision, Backup Shield Generator, Internal Self Destruct, No Experimental Gear

 

[Tavi Riley]

" Net, your wandering off again, are you bothering the workers?" Tavi spoke into a private channel as the worker lead him along to the captain.

"Beep."

"Get back here." Tavi said as he looked around the docking bay again, it seemed they were almost done loading up. He turned his head as the worker silently tapped his shoulder and pointed to a blonde woman talking to another person ahead. Tavi nodded his head in thanks and made his way to the woman.

Tavi made sure that his voice modulator was turned off and then he bowed his head slightly to the woman. His droids copied him also tilting thier optics downward. Tavi smiled underneath his helmet when the woman greeted him.


"No, Mr.Burke couldn't make it. I'm here to babysit someone named Miss DeVoe." Tavi said, " Tavi Riley, at your service. Are all the supplies stocked and ready to go?"After he said his name, his droids then went about exploring again. Net decided to go inspect the ship more from the outside, while Git was inspecting the women closely, and Atom had decided to stick close to his master hovering over his shoulder. Tavi just stood, while glancing around.

[member="Marina DeVoe"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Location-outskirts, pushing towards iziz towards the fortified zone
Objective-quell rioters and whoever dares hinder progress
Allies-FWC, innocent civies
Enemies-rioters, any who hinder progress
Equipment-in bio

Onderon, she had been to the planet once if she could remember....during the first mandalorian Empire. Now here she was yet again, wishing it was under better circumstances she would be visiting

However it wasn't rebellions had broke out all over the okay at with the focus being iziz...from what she gathered from reports on the ground clan raxis had showed up and fortified a area within the city. Providing a safe zone and supplies...however they seemed to not contact the arriving forces at all...

Either way she was deploying she needed to get to the fortified area and establish communication, however that meant going into the riots right through the thick before reaching them. Along the way the goal was to get non combatants our of the area and to safety with the secondary being trying to calm the riots and break them up

Landing on the outskirts she stepped from the transport...that damn AA nearly took her out. She made a note that hose guns had to go down but first she needed to make contact with clan raxis...

She looked towards the city seeing the pillars of smoke, she sighed....could she ever escape war? Or was she doomed to see it for her entire existence

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Location-outskirts, pushing towards iziz towards the fortified zone
Objective-quell rioters and whoever dares hinder progress
Allies-FWC, innocent civies
Enemies-rioters, any who hinder progress
Equipment-in bio

Onderon, she had been to the planet once if she could remember....during the first mandalorian Empire. Now here she was yet again, wishing it was under better circumstances she would be visiting

However it wasn't rebellions had broke out all over the okay at with the focus being iziz...from what she gathered from reports on the ground clan raxis had showed up and fortified a area within the city. Providing a safe zone and supplies...however they seemed to not contact the arriving forces at all...

Either way she was deploying she needed to get to the fortified area and establish communication, however that meant going into the riots right through the thick before reaching them. Along the way the goal was to get non combatants our of the area and to safety with the secondary being trying to calm the riots and break them up

Landing on the outskirts she stepped from the transport...that damn AA nearly took her out. She made a note that hose guns had to go down but first she needed to make contact with clan raxis...

She looked towards the city seeing the pillars of smoke, she sighed....could she ever escape war? Or was she doomed to see it for her entire existence