Dominion Frontier War: Shipyard Saboteurs | The Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Trendivar

[Kayl Krayt]

Shipyard Saboteurs

Location: Rothana Shipyards
Local Time: 21:27
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Locate & Deactivate Long Range Comm Jammer, Restore Long Range Comms
Secondary Objective: N/A
Tags: Gwyneira Vizsla | Kaz Krayt | Hilal Vizsla | Open 4 more!

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Walking at a casual pace on his own in the seemingly abandoned interior of the Shipyards, the tired, blear-eyed young lad stared at his custom datapad in his left hand, held roughly a few inches away from his obsidian black helmet visor. The visor glowed with a lively blue hue from the screen before his eyes as he casually held a particle blaster pistol at a high-ready stance with his other hand; the barrel of the pistol raised towards the ceiling. Having zoned out from the short range comlink chatter between his squad members long ago, the kid was unaware he was pushing up alone by himself; as usual, he had mustered all of his focus on monitoring the signal jammer’s location highlighted on his datapad, having weeded out its distinct frequency with his specialized equipment shortly after exiting the gunship. His squad was busy meticulously clearing each and every room on their path, looking for any member of the inspection team.

The ever present and temptatious sleep wrapped the restless lad like a warm blanket on a winter's night as he came to a halt before a sealed blast door in the spacious, dark hallway. Lowering and momentarily tucking the datapad into a pouch on his chest rig, the young lad reached for his helmet as he leaned against the cold durasteel wall behind him. Coming off with a muffled, depressurizing hiss, the young lad heaved a sigh as he gently slid onto the ground and sat down, setting his helmet beside him as he reached for a blister pack of caffeine tablets from one of his pockets.

The tablets he took prior to mission deployment were starting to wear off, and having failed to catch some shut-eye before he was assigned to this small scale operation, he needed them to keep himself awake and aware of his surroundings. Popping two blisters from the pack, the young lad quickly swallowed the tablets, putting away the pack into his pocket afterwards.

Standing up as he slid on his buy’ce, the kid reached for a fusion cutter from his web gear, and began cutting away the sealed blast door in front of him. The jammer’s signal was coming from the command center of the massive facility, several floors above. He still had a lot of ground to cover before he could reach his point of interest.

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[Lycia]

There in the corner, something stirred, Lycia reacted on instinct angling her armour and presenting her shield in front. The blaster shots came in before she could call contact. Romul gave his orders, however, the Selonian was already moving. Her options were close to the effective range of her carbine however that would require a coordinated push. So she moved to cover using her shield for its intended purpose and covering herself and the slicer whilst allowing her to fire around. Ensuring to keep the vulnerable operative behind her, Lycia dug in and braced herself against the fire with a wall and her shield as cover.
"Well this got exciting fast. Movement on the far side of the hanger. Don't have the range to plink em but if one of you have a DMR I will happily be mobile cover" A slight laugh in her voice, trying to keep the calm even in a two-way range.

Romul Saxon | Verin Oldo

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[Alora Vizsla]

Fleet Admiral Alora Vizsla, Captain, Commander, Mastermind of Design of the Infamous Gambit, you are hereby requested -- at your leisure -- to join us at [PLACE] to ensure the continued SURVIVAL and GENERAL WELL-BEING of Mandalorian Forces engaging in otherwise death-defying escapades.

That is not what the message said.

Alora blinked her honey-brown eyes at Gambit's intrusion to her recital. "Well it should have."

"Guh, I'm so bored." The brightly maned woman sat up in her chair on the command deck, hands slapping down atop the controls. "Let's go, Gambit."

"And where are we going?" the ship calmly inquired.

"Down there!"

"Down where, exactly?"

A face-splitting grin brightened the room in which only she occupied. "To the shipyard, of course! Where else? Where there is danger and excitement and vod in need! Why lurk about up here protecting the ground from some unknown hostile force that may be up here, when we can do all that much closer to the action?"

"You could do that even more effectively if I landed and you set out on foot."

Alora's shoulders slumped and her eyelids fell half shut. "That's just so you don't have to be any closer to the action than you have to be. Where's your sense of adventure?!"

"I am a stealth ship. You know better than I; you built it!"

"And I'd give you a greater sense of abandon if I could," the young Mandalorian huffed.

"Fortunately, for me, that is not an option." The Gambit paused with an unissued sigh. "Very well. No, wait," it quickly added, "I already know what you're going to say."

The grin returned in force. "We're totally buzzing the shipyard. Rala'i slanar!" <Allons Y! Let's go!>

After the sensor-elluding vessel dropped down into atmo, it easily drew down in toward the Site where forces on the ground were investigating. As the distance rapidly dwindled, however, the Gambit felt compelled to observe, "Alora, I'm not receiving any signals transmitting from the shipyard."

A polishing rag stopped along the length of one of her pistols at the report. Alora's head tipped to the side a bit. "None? No transmissions they were going radio silent before hand, right?" None she recalled, but didn't hurt to make sure she hadn't overlooked something. "Slow our the approach, and change our vector. Come at them from the side," relative to where most of the others had move in from the front.

"Activate the full sensor suite."

"Everything?"

"Well, not the ones harmful to organic life, of course, but otherwise, yes. We're low enough stealth isn't much of a thing right now, so we may as well map this place out to the smallest crack and try and help anyone still alive down there." Alora holstered her disruptor and focused on the console before her with two sharp eyes. Now wasn't the time for games. They had a job to do.

POYO! Open
Above: Gwyneira Vizsla | Kaz Krayt | Hilal Vizsla | Romul Saxon | Lycia | Lucius Kenway | Finn Roberts
Below: Verin Oldo ​

 

[TC-CS-4820]

Through the void, The Forlorn Hope had plotted just course through the Mandalorian ships and began preparations to land. The old MandalMotors craft had her weapons systems turned off for now, but the shields were online and ready for any surprises. TC-CS-4820 sat in the pilots seat, a wire attached to the back of his head as he communicated with his ship. It was the only thing that truly knew him, atleast that's how he saw it. But this mission would require his companion to stay behind and wait. The droid hadnt sent a transmission to any ship around or even the ground forces, but it was already in its landing cycle.
4820 unplugged himself from his prized ship and took the few steps from his control panel to his weapon locker. It opened after a button on its side was pressed, and almost at once the right hip panel of the droid opened up. One of his skeletal like hands moved over his Blastech 1313 Mentor Blaster and slid it into the holster. The motion was swift: the panel opened, the gun was slid in, and then the panel closed again. His hand then grabbed the body of his 9188 Heavy Carbine and pulled it from its slot, his form quickly moving down towards the cargo bay door. By the time he was at his door, the grip was held in his left hand and he decided to take an 8D Smelter droid as his disguise. The ghastly visage of the smelter droid was what walked out of the ship, entering the shipyard. After the first shot of blaster fire he heard, the droid immidiently went into a combat crouch position and double timed over towards where they were from. He made sure to turn his blaster to stun... for now.

 

[Romul Saxon]

D E V O U T

Objective: Defend Rothana Shipyards
Tag: Lycia | Verin Oldo | Alora Vizsla

"RETURN HEAVY FIRE!" The Warmaster commanded, bellowing out orders over the chaos of the ambush. After the attackers had lost the advantage of surprise, the Mandalorians had adapted quickly; subterfuge missions were routine for Si'kayha commandos, and they'd faced much more overwhelming odds than this. A heavy infantry Jorir took the front, spraying a continuous stream of high-powered laser fire all the while return blaster bolts ricocheted off of the commando's beskar armor.

Romul registered Lycia's scouting and pointed with two fingers, a Galaar marksman taking the cue and launching into the air. The cavernous shipyard interior allowed for a great deal of aerial mobility, and soon a few commandos joined the first in the air. With precision rifles they began taking long-range shots against the attackers moving on the far side of the hangar bay, cutting off what looked to be planned reinforcements.

"Data secured!" The commando slicing into the dataport chirped up. "Power coming back online."

Somewhere deep in the station, a massive groan echoed as generators ground slowly to a start. A faint humming of electricity and machines began to accompany the noise of blasterfire exchanges, and light began to flicker on overhead, revealing the attackers. They weren't dressed in any uniform; mismatched gear, many of it looted from corpses by the look of scorch marks in vests and trousers. Pirates. Romul ground his teeth as he stood up from the cover of his banner shield. A blaster bolt impacted on his shoulder, but it ricocheted without any damage to the Akaan'alor. "Bring it on," Romul muttered, before advancing as he fired his blaster rifle squarely at his foes.
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[TC-CS-4820]

The movement of the droid was swift, even for the position he was in. His carbine was held to his shoulder already, though the barrel was angled slightly downwards as jone of the Mandalorians were targets. His back was arched and legs were bent so he was in a light crouch, his entire body seemingly ready for a fight. His back was quickly up against cover as his targeting array set the Mandalorians as friendlies, before he turned his head slightly to see the firefight. The pirates were marked a malicious red in his sight a nanosecond before his form could react, turning with the blaster raised now fully to fire down the hangar.

The shots were notably loud, almost as if the blaster itself was screaming in rage and hatred. He kept it in stun mode for now as he tried to take some back alive for interrogation. The information one of them could hold may have some value to someone, he thought. After a short volley the droid pulled back its blaster and sat its back against the cover again, before dashing towards the next piece of cover. He knew he was not the one these pirates would target, the Mandalorians were the bigger target and the more exciting kill, but caution in case stray fire was aimed his way was still kept. He darted from container one box to another as he gathered a closer and better shot. He was still far away, using the advantage of range his carbine gave him. The droid turned back out of cover yet again to fire out more shots, each one ripping through the air like a screaming banshee.

 

[Lycia]

"OYA!" As soon as the slicer was up and ready to defend themselves, Lycia moved. Barely a blur as she darted cover to cover, flanking the pirates as they were distracted by the heavies and the flies. As a skirmishers, it was her job to be in and out before the enemy even noticed she was there. One unfortunate soul happened to turn to flee just as Lycia rounded out from a deralict. Her shild smashing into their face as she continued her push. The other pirates aware of her far too late as a dull thud came from her carbine followed by the woosh of a large shot going past and then the heat of an explosive blast. Keeping herself out of accidental fire from her vod, the quick and numble fighter had managed to get the enemy into a crossfire.
So for the pirates thier options where to continue engaging those coming from the front, or try and hit the bundle of fur to their left that wouldn't stop moving. Even if a Pirate got a shot on target it either hit the cover, barely missed, or glanced off of the breaching shield. Lycia was doing everything right to not get hit.

Romul Saxon | Verin Oldo

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[TC-CS-4820]

The droid opened its hip holster and slid its blaster pistol out, grabbing onto the grip and pulling it up into an aimed shot even before the panels on his hip closed. He held the Carbine in his other hand and rushed forward, firing both less as an accurate attack and more trying to give himself cover. He rushed behind Lycia, seeing her push forward and her shield, and began to use her as mobile cover.

He rested the Carbine on the Mandalorians shoulder for support, and the loud bolts range past her helmet as he repeatedly squeezed the trigger. The red dot on his pistol targeted chests primarily, center of mass shots were more likely to hit. The precise pistol threw blaster bolts out as fast as it could, being drowned out noise wise by its larger cousin.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora tapped on a display as the Gambit soared over the shipyard.

"Alright, Gam, come about." Her fingers danced over the controls to input some coordinates. "Take us back in over this position." The young Mandalorian hopped out of her chair and made for the stairs below deck. "And open a channel to Mastermind down below."

Channel open.

"Warchief, Alora, you got bugs, I'm coming back around to lay down the spray. Shoot a signal in the air to let me know when." The pair had already analyzed the comm issued affecting the personnel below. Looked like the pirates found a way to keep broadcasts from escaping a certain region, but hadn't bothered blocking inbound transmissions. Maybe it had to do with proximity to the source. Either way, Gambit was low enough anything sent airborne, like a flare, would be enough of a signal for them to see.

The suited up Cyberneticist bound down into the lower level of the ship. She darted off to the side to retrieve some ordinance from a tube, and drop it onto a cart. Now, if proximity was an issue there was no telling what it might do to guidance systems. That was okay, however. Alora and Gam knew how to drop a missile on a cred in a Hutt's arsecrack.

Provided those on the ground were up for fireworks.

POYO! Romul Saxon​

 

[Issachar]

The imposing figure of the Annoo-dat Prime was not breaking into a run as it approached the battle. His boots clacked heavily on the ground, each one sending mini shockwaves in the short vicinity around him. He was only showing two arms for now, the other two held behind the cape on his back incase things got hairy. But in the exposed arms he had his modified M.I. Model 38 Blaster Rifle, aiming down the iron sights but not firing yet. His stride was confident and cool, almost seeming to not notice there was a fight going on.
The thick plating of his armor bucked ever so slightly at the first shot from his blaster rifle, a single direct shot onto one of the invaders. Thirty rounds was all he had per pack, and thirty rounds were going to be hitting their targets. Each shot was spaced out, to make sure he was going to get a clean hit, before letting them fly. Each step brought him closer to the combat, his heavy form taking a few bolts in the Beskar. He seemed to disregard these glancing blows, instead focusing on picking off the larger threats. Bigger guns, stronger soldiers, better armor, the like. He made sure to make them all hurt.