Faction [GA | NEO] Keshi Raid

[Valery Noble]

Keshi

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The vastness of space above Keshi was serene, the shimmering stars undisturbed in their cosmic dance. From the surface, the Keshians tended their fields and went about their lives, the harmony of their agrarian society undeterred by the looming tensions that simmered along the borders of the Galactic Alliance. The distant sound of crashing waves from the Faedra's island sanctuary whispered of ancient strength, a silent promise of protection if ever it was needed.

But peace is often fleeting.

The silence of Keshi's orbit shattered in an instant as the telltale rift of hyperspace erupted into brilliant streaks of light. One after another, Mandalorian Neo-Crusader vessels emerged like predators scenting prey. Sleek and powerful, their ships bore the sharp lines and intimidating insignias of a force steeped in conquest. It was not the arrival of diplomats or traders; it was a storm heralding chaos.

Objective I - Keshi raid​

On the surface, the first sign of the attack came in the form of shadows — swift and menacing, cast by the descending Mandalorian strike ships. Farmers looked skyward in confusion as the sun's warmth was momentarily stolen by the encroaching fleet. Within moments, the tranquil air was filled with the sound of engines roaring, blaster fire, and the shouts of panicked villagers scrambling to take cover.

And amidst it all, Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble , having only just begun to savor the peace of Keshi during Valery's pregnancy, would find themselves thrust into the heart of yet another conflict.

Objective II - Faedra​

The Faedra, their island hidden beyond the horizon, soon receive the desperate calls for aid from the people of Keshi. Their warriors, armed with vibro-weapons and blasters, and trained in the ways of combat and discipline for generations, are preparing to defend their world. From their Island, they move to meet the Mandalorian invaders in battle.

BYOO
Feel free to bring your own story!​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Wedding Ring

Valery stepped out of the cozy little snack shop with Kahlil by her side She cradled a small bag of her chosen treats in one hand, her other hand resting instinctively against the swell of her belly. But she was focused on something far less joyful.

The subtle hum of the atmosphere had shifted, replaced by a deep, distant rumble. Valery's steps faltered, her amber eyes narrowing as she instinctively tilted her head upward. The warmth of the sun was suddenly shadowed, and her heart sank at the sight above — the sleek, ominous forms of Mandalorian ships breaking through the clouds, their descent toward the surface as precise and deliberate as a predator closing in on its prey.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Kahlil…" Her voice trembled slightly, the weight of the moment pressing against her chest. She reached out to grasp his arm, her fingers tightening as she tried to ground herself. "We need to go. Now."

She didn't have to say why. The threat was clear, and so was her vulnerability. Far along in her pregnancy, Valery was no longer in any shape to fight, and the realization of that burned in her mind. The Jedi in her wanted to stay, to protect, to fight back against the invasion. But the mother in her, the one feeling every kick and flutter from the child she carried, knew better.

Her amber eyes met Kahlil's, wide with fear and urgency. "I can't… I can't help my people like this. We need to get somewhere safe." The words were quiet but firm, and she trusted that he would understand.

She clutched the bag of treats tightly against her chest, as though holding on to some semblance of normalcy, even as the world around them began to crumble. Explosions erupted in the distance, the faint tremors vibrating through the ground and into her very bones.

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Gil Horn]

Location: Keshi | Objective One
Tags: Jack Wright @Open to any NEO

Gil had never fought Mandalorians before.

Walking through the streets of the city, Gil was fastening on the vambraces he had taken to wearing recently. The tight chromium plate was a comfort to Gil as he looked up, beginning to see the earliest signs of the Neo Crusader attack. How had they gotten this far into Alliance space? Logistically he supposed Mandalorian space was not too far away, but for a force of this size to break through undetected? The military must have been caught off guard.

A woman came stumbling out of a house nearby, shoes barely on her feet. She tripped over the threshold of the doorway, a small child in her arms wailing as they both hurtled towards the ground. Gil's hand shot out, and a cushion made from the Force eased their descent to the ground. Rushing over to them, Gil pulled her back to her feet, looking her over quickly before gesturing her down the street. More people were going in that direction, likely a safe house or some kind of secured area.

They needed more time.

Glancing up once more at the descending ships, Gil decided the best move would be to charge the Mandalorians head on and cause a big enough distraction to get people to safety. He groaned internally as he unclipped his saberstaff from his belt, running his thumb over the weapon as he considered what the next few minutes would be like.

He had come to this planet to fill out a budget request, and now he was fighting for his life. All things considered, it was not a bad change. Especially with other members of Strike Team Saber present. Activating his commlink, Gil sent a quick message to any other members that might be present to meet up, and prepare for one heck of a fight.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Gil Horn , OPEN)

Fortunately, one Jedi among the team wasn't far behind, having received the call to action in a heartbeat. Shame they weren't fighting Sith, but as far as Jedi were concerned.

A warrior race that really should've died out centuries ago were the next best thing!

Ripping over various doors with the Force, Jack aided Gil in securing the innocent to flee for safety, there should be enough transport ships out of the upcoming battlefield to take the people away from here. Glancing to his fellow Jedi, saber hilts dangling with care off his own belt, emphasized with a call to battle, which Jack had no hesitation in answering.

Head snapped upwards, the wind roared in his face, a sense of noted apprehensing in the Force. When he kept waving the people, "Come on, come on!" Making certain a family of four wouldn't be left behind, urging them onwards behind the Jedi Knight, getting their affairs right on order for the Hell ahead.

 

[Makko Vyres]

HYPERSPACE

SHIELD | ARMOR | LIGHTSABER | DRONES | SHIP | PISTOL​

"Why don't we know how close we are?" Makko demanded.

The interior of the small Shreev-class stealth was bathed in the bright cerulean light of hyperspace.

Makko had almost felt like a burden to the special forces of the rapid reaction group when he had joined them for the defence of Ukatis. In the months that had followed he had trained with them more, become more accepted by them.

Sometimes, that just meant he asked a stupid question with more force.

"That's not how hyperspace works Jedi," the pilot replied. "Buoys picked up their mass shadow and we launched. We know their direction but can only guess arrival time. We can't see one another in hyperspace. They could be ahead of his or behind us."

"Guess we just find out then," Makko replied, moving to check his gear. Six soldiers and a jedi knight couldn't stop an assault in progress, but they could evacuate VIPs or deliver a surgical strike to enemy command.

Makko imagined they would do the former. By now the attacking force would have their orders. They would continue to fight independently for days.

He knew where they would probably go, but he didn't know where the Nobles might evacuate if they were targets.

They reverted to realspace. The graceful curve of the planet was speckled by sleek black shapes.

"Mandalorian crusades. They haven't seen us."

Makko patted down his weapons. Almost every possession he cared about was on his person. His implants, lightsaber and weapons. Even the small box he had carried around since his trip to Cerea.

"Keep in stealth mode, listen to comms. Where do they need us?" Makko asked.

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Keshi
Objective: 1
Tags: Open, but doing PvE, not PvP

People and buildings weren't Reina's thing. The sounds of people going amongst their days weren't her thing either. What was her thing was the water. The sounds of the waves lapping up against the shore, the sounds of the waves battering up against a ship's hull. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't able to relax by the water. With her catch stored in a bag over one shoulde, Reina made her way towards the city. The Keshi people didn't seem that bad at the very least. The planet was decent enough for her to go fishing on and earn a bit of credits from selling what she could caught...but it wasn't an easy life doing all of this. Though things were about to get a lot harder for her, as a sudden rumble seemed to echo through the sky.

The next thing she knew, the crowd around her erupted into screams and wails of terror. The relatively calm bustling streets turning into pure chaos as people started to break out into a dash, running into various buildings for shelter or cover. All in the meanwhile Reina's head swivelled in confusion. She had no clue what the ships above them were, but it was clear that the people of Keshi weren't fans of them. It was just pure and utter chaos that she couldn't wrap her head around. The one thing she could wrap her head around however was that if everyone else was running for shelter...she should probably join them.

As she ran with the crowd, Reina's eyes tuned in on the side of a small child crying off to the side, getting bashed and shoved to the side amongst the moving crowd. Her eyes darted around for a parental figure. Someone who looked like there was missing a child but it was a fruitless endeavour.

Come on Wee Wind. You ain't just gonna leave them there, are ya?

The familiar voice of Skipper echoed through Reina's head. If she went to pick up the kid, she'd have to leave her entire catch behind on the floor. All of her work would be a waste...But at the same time, if she didn't help the kid, who knows what could happen? She sighed to herself, throwing the satchel of fish she had to the side of the street. Hopefully no-one tripped up over the fish...Either way, she hurried over towards the child, crouching down to wrap her arms around the kid and lift her up.

"Up ya get little 'un. Just close yer eyes. Everythin' will be alright. I'll find yer mam for ye. Or yer da'."

At least Reina hoped. The parents might be hiding in a house....or maybe at some kind of evacuation shelter. For now though, it seemed like she was going to have to look after this kid until she found the parents...Urgh. She could barely even look after herself.

 

[Lt. Bren Alazar]

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Galactic Alliance 305th Special Forces Unit - Codename "Omega Squad"​

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You know those types you ​

don't want to meet in a dark alley? ​

Yeah, we scare them.​

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Barachiel, Uriel, Jegudiel, Jeremiel, Salathiel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]



The waters of Keshia churned beneath the sleek hull of the Galactic Alliance’s ship, the Vanguard. Inside, the 305th Special Forces Unit, known as Omega Squad, prepared for a routine reconnaissance mission. Lt. Bren Alazar, their leader, reviewed their objectives. The mission seemed simple: gather intel on recent Mandalorian activity near the island of Faedra. But simplicity rarely lasted in the galaxy’s tumultuous corners.

Buckles!

Low and fast, over the Keshian waters enroute to the island of Faedra flew Omega Squad in the stealth transport. This was their M.O. come in quietly and cause the Stars (to mitigate) Wars (and initiate) Chaos that was needed from time to time.

Suddenly, alarms blared. Bren’s heart raced. He rushed to the cockpit. Three Mandalorian Strike Cruisers loomed in the distance, their weapons primed. Bren barked orders. Evasive Maneuvers! But the Vanguard was outmatched. The cruisers unleashed a barrage. The ship shook violently. The crew scrambled, knowing they had one option left.

Water landing! Bren shouted. He steeled himself, focusing on the controls. The ship hit the surface hard, a jarring thud that sent everyone tumbling. Water sprayed as they submerged. The crew quickly engaged their emergency protocols. They ditched the ship, donning their gear, and grabbing as much equipment as they could carry as they slipped into the cold depths. The murky water enveloped them, obscuring their vision but not their resolve. Survival was paramount.

Bren led the charge toward Faedra. The currents fought against them, but they pressed on. Each stroke brought them closer to the island. Bren(Michael) checked on his team. Private Kira(Salathiel), a sharpshooter with nerves of steel, kept pace. Corporal Jax (Jeremiah), the tech specialist, struggled, his gear weighing him down. Bren motioned for Jax to follow closely. We’ll make it! he assured. They needed each other to survive, they had the underwater gear, but Mandos were overhead and all but 2nd Lieutenant Rark(Gabriel) were new.

After what felt like hours, they reached Faedra’s rocky shore. As they crawled onto the beach, exhaustion hit. Bren scanned the surroundings. Dense jungle loomed ahead. They couldn’t rest yet. The Mandalorians would be searching for them. Bren rallied his squad, We need to move. We can’t be an easy target. They gathered their wits, checking equipment and weapons.

The jungle was alive with sounds. Birds called, and distant animal roars echoed. They moved cautiously. Bren led them through tangled vines and towering trees, ever aware of the threat behind them. Soon, they spotted signs of Mandalorian presence: broken branches, discarded gear. A sense of urgency propelled them forward. They needed to find cover, a place to regroup and plan their next move.

Hours passed, and the sun dipped low. They found a cave, hidden behind a waterfall. Inside, they assessed their situation. They were stranded but not defeated. Bren laid out their options, We can wait for extraction, or we can act. Kira’s eyes sparkled with determination. Let’s take the fight to them. The team nodded in agreement. They had come too far to back down now.

Night fell. The jungle transformed, shadows creeping in. Bren felt the weight of leadership. They were not just soldiers; they were family. They prepared for battle, crafting makeshift weapons and setting traps. Confidence surged within the group. As dawn broke, the first rays of light illuminated their resolve. They were ready. They would reclaim control. Together, they would turn the tide against their relentless foes. They could not fly forever, these Mandos needed a landing spot.

That wouldn’t last.

 

[Domina Prime]

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If You A Demon Show Your Damn Claws
And She'll Introduce The Blood To Fang
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Knew She Was Evil From The Damn Start
She Would Dance On Your Bloody Grave


Ko Vuto
Open​

LOCATION: Keshi
OBJECTIVE: OBJ 1

The skies above Keshi erupted with fire and chaos as the once-peaceful world was plunged into a nightmare of flame and steel. Villagers scattered like ants below, their meager defenses crumbling under the relentless assault of Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders. Columns of smoke rose into the air as ships careened overhead, their cannons unleashing a cacophony of destruction upon the poor farming village. Amongst the slaughter, Domina, The Deranged Daughter of Mandalore, observed the carnage from her perch atop Azura, her massive Dovahdrake mount.

Her azure claws idly traced the ornate saddle as she watched the battlefield with all five of her alien eyes, their bioluminescent glow pulsing with a cold, eerie rhythm. The scaled warbeast beneath her exhaled plumes of smoke and embers, its sapphire wings flexing impatiently as it awaited its mistress's command.

Yet, for all the violence and fire, there was a hollowness to it.

Domina's lips curled behind her mask, her displeasure growing as the display unfolded below. The farmers were unarmed and terrified, their flight providing no satisfaction to a daughter of the old gods. To her, it was a waste—a shallow, unworthy hunt.

A deep growl rumbled within her chest, and she tightened her grip on Azura's reins. "These worms scatter too easily," she snarled. With a powerful tug, she spurred the Dovahdrake into action. Azura bellowed a thunderous roar, his wings flaring wide before he launched skyward in a single, earth-shaking leap. The beast's shadow swept over the battlefield like a grim omen, his colossal form soaring high into the inferno-lit sky. Blaster fire streaked after them, the desperate shots of resistance fighters and Jedi-allied forces. But Azura was too swift, his serpentine body weaving through the air with deadly grace.

The wind screamed past Domina's ears as her tail coiled tightly against her saddle, her four arms steadying her body as she held the reins in one pair and her Mythosaur Axe in the other. A fighter swept in beside her, blaster cannons blazing. Domina snarled, her dilating eyes locking onto the ship as it attempted to flank her. She swung the axe in a vicious arc, its ancient Mandalorian steel cleaving through the fighter's hull as if it were paper. The ship spiraled into the chaos below, a trail of smoke marking its demise.

Azura responded to her fury, exhaling a torrent of azure flames that painted the battlefield in an otherworldly sapphire blaze. Fire consumed the village's defenses, the blue inferno spreading like a divine scourge. Screams filled the air, mingling with the guttural roars of Domina's mount and the deafening hum of Neo-Crusader ships overhead. As Azura descended in a predatory dive, his talons outstretched, he crashed into the earth with a quake-like impact, scattering soldiers and debris alike.

Domina stood in the saddle, her towering form a vision of war incarnate. Her bioluminescent scales shimmered like liquid fire, her muscular frame flexing with primal energy as she raised her axe high. From beneath her mask, her voice rang out, a deep, guttural snarl that carried across the battlefield:

"Godborn! Reveal to Prime your finest champions as tribute to the Allfather Ha'rangir!"

Her tail rattled behind her, a drumbeat of doom as her five eyes scanned the battlefield with hunger. The faint glow of her armor matched the pulsing heat of the inferno she had unleashed. She sought not the weak, not the helpless, but warriors of worth—those who might challenge her might, feed her gods with the glory of combat, and prove themselves worthy of standing before House Prime. Her axe gleamed in the light of the burning fields, her grip tightening as she waited, daring any soul to step forward into the fire of her wrath.

 

[Jonyna Si]

Demons Run, When A Good Man Goes to War ~ Steven Moffat​

TAG: Zandra Ruus

Today had planned to be a simple trip to go visit Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble . Jonyna had instead found herself once more, in the middle of a warzone.

She really didn't like the fact that this was becoming a habit. That she felt justified in carrying her full kit around still, waiting for something to go wrong.

It didn't help that it was the farking mandos again.

"A day. A day to visit a friend? Can I not have that? Shyotuuk, a day?!" Jonyna growled as she ran through the village, dipping into burning homes, of which she desperately tried to play firefighter. It wasn't much, but the screaming of Crusader craft above kept her busy. If she was going to fight that, she'd need to get to her own ship, about three miles back. She had parked so far away, mostly to familiarize herself with Val's homeworld. See the villages, get to know the people.

She didn't expect it to lead to her running three miles back to get her starfighter.

Or having to save people in the middle of a raid. She kept herself moving, like a sparrow in the wind. Her twin owls hovered overhead, keeping an eye on anyone coming down the way. So far, the village, outside of aerial bombardment, hadn't had any mandos hit it yet.

She knew that wouldn't last. Someone would come, she could feel it in the Force. Someone was coming, and they would want Jonyna's blood. Just as they wanted the blood of everyone in this village.

Jonyna would face them all the same.

 

[Rakkon Yomaget]

Gil Horn

He turned his gaze to the right, observing a group of experienced warriors meticulously assembling their armaments, each a formidable weapon shaped by the trials of numerous conflicts and an unwavering determination to confront the Galactic Alliance at every opportunity.

"Brothers, heed my words," he proclaimed, his voice resonating through the communications system. "Our purpose extends beyond mere plunder. We are here to restore what rightfully belongs to us. The inhabitants of Keshi will come to recognize the indomitable spirit of Mandalorian tenacity and will perceive the Alliance as feeble entities incapable of safeguarding their own people." The soldiers nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with eager anticipation.

The Neo-Crusaders had earned a fearsome reputation across the galaxy, their raids marked by precision and brutality. Hod had ensured that every supply crate was packed with the best gear and munitions, from thermal detonators to advanced weaponry as the landing craft broke through the atmosphere.

"Prepare for drop!" he shouted, adrenaline surging through him. The craft shook as it hit the upper layers of the atmosphere, the heat of descent enveloping them. The squad readied themselves, securing their weapons and checking their gear one last time. Hod felt a surge of pride; these were not just warriors; they were family.

With a loud bang, the landing ramp dropped, revealing the chaos of war below. Explosions rocked the ground, and blaster fire lit up the skies as the Neo-Crusaders stormed out of the craft, their battle cries echoing across the landscape. Hod was among them, his heart racing as he charged into the fray. He led from the front, his vision focused on the nearest enemy stronghold, a fortified structure that loomed ominously in the distance.

"Move, move, move!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the cacophony of battle. The squad advanced, blasters firing in unison, a symphony of destruction that tore through the defenses of the city. Hod ducked behind cover, his keen eyes scanning the battlefield for targets. He spotted a group of defenders mostly likely Jedi from the shape of their lightsabers.

"The Jetii are renowned for their warrior-strength. Let us see if you are really the defenders of the Alliance or mere religious cultists" Hod proclaimed moving out from behind cover towards Gil Horn .

 

[Ko Vuto]

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Location: Coruscant
Tag: Domina Prime

Ko was starting to feel like he couldn’t keep up now. Ever since becoming a knight, and even a bit before, he has felt like he’s been knocked around the galactic core with all the conflict happening now. Like a game of wack-a-mole trying to catch up with every flashpoint within the Galactic Alliance. Yesterday it was the Dark Empire, today the Mandalorians, and tomorrow the Sith. He hardly felt like he had the time to even train his de facto padawan.

The Kel Dor was snuggly seated in his starfighter. Since losing his eyes he’d left most of the piloting to astromech droids that paired with his ships. He was aware of capable Jedi ace pilots that were blind as well. Ko was a decently talented pilot, he just didn’t really like flying and used his blindness as an excuse, letting his skills wane.

As the blue glow of ambient background radiation whirled around the vessel, Ko felt the isolation of hyperspace. To him all that was in view was himself and the ship in a vast void of nothingness. It was scarily lonesome for him wherever he jumped into the alternate dimension. Like the universe suddenly shrunk down to his immediate surroundings. With only The Force to offer him company, and an astromech droid.

Beeps and chirps came through a comm as the droid notified Ko that they would be arriving at Keshi soon. Ko took the moment to lean back in his seat taking a deep breath through his antiox mask. Allowing himself a moment to meditate. Something he hadn’t done enough of lately. Trying to relax his body, mind and spirit. Knowing that soon he wouldn’t be able to afford such a luxury.

Eventually they reached their destination and in an instant the universe revealed itself once more to the Jedi Knight, the energy of Keshi radiated strong enough for Ko to sense its closeness. Now he could descend into the world’s atmosphere.​

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[Corazona von Ascania]

OBJ: PvE funtime with Roman Vossari

When the Mandalorian Enclave had ravaged Ukatis, the Force had granted Cora a tortuous vision of her people under siege. On Keshi, they had little warning.

She and Roman had been dispatched to a local village to smooth over a minor transition of power. The town's leader had recently passed, and both his son and brother tried to lay claim to the newly vacant position. Rumors of both men secretly arming villagers and seeking sway from other groups had begun to spread, making the Jedi's purpose twofold.

Whether or not it was a petty, harmless squabble or a growing threat could not be determined; something far more swift and deadly and come to Keshi.

The low rumbling of engines from above was the only precursor to the strafing run. Cora's attention snapped from the holomap to the ceiling. Her expression flipped from confusion to panic in the span of a heartbeat.

"Get down!"

She had just enough time to throw her arms around the elder's grieving widow, dragging the woman to the ground and shielding a more fragile body with her own. Explosions resulting from laser fire erupted around them, engulfing homes and businesses alike.

Then, the elder's house was struck. A deafening sound billowed around them, and the room was filled with an intense, sudden rush of pressure. Debris went flying as the blast wave pulsed through, and Cora lurched forward as she was struck in the back with a roof tile.

Their meeting had only run for about two hours before the brutal disruption, and they hadn't made much headway.

She looked down to meet the widow's eyes, finding only fear and disbelief. Her hair and face were coated with dust, but she was unharmed. Cora could feel heat against the newly forming bruise at her back, and smell the sharp, acrid scent of fire burning things that it shouldn't.

"Roman!" She called out, unable to see him through the thick clouds of dust and smoke. Carefully, she helped the widow to her feet, taking care to keep them as low to the ground as possible.

"We need to get them out-!"

Smoke tickled her lungs, leading to a gasping cough that had cut off her words. Cora felt her lips brush against something – a cloth. The Keshiri woman had torn a strip of fabric from her dress and held to to the knight's nose and mouth. With a thankful nod, Cora took the cloth, ensure that the woman had her own, and guided her forward.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Gil Horn Jack Wright Reina Daival Rakkon Yomaget​

Eloise threw herself at the Mandalorians with ruthless fury, lightsaber slashing at the enemy troops like a great green scythe. She was a whirlwind of slaughter, her eyes aglow and lips pulled back in a snarl. Let the others usher civilians to safety; she would cover their escape.

As she made her way through the raiding party, leaving a trail of armored bodies in her wake, she couldn't help but enjoy herself a little. Finally, she was fighting a proper fething war—against unrepentant scum, no less.

The Alliance had clashed with the Enclave in the time since Eloise had joined the Order, but that conflict had fizzled out and the other Mando faction had collapsed under delusions of grandeur. Now these Neo-Crusaders had stepped up to fill the buckethead-shaped hole in the galaxy, and the older, stronger Eloise was eager to stamp them out.

Up ahead, she spotted a pair of Jedi ( Gil Horn and Jack Wright ) guiding women and children to an evac ship. They were about to be intercepted by a whole lot of Mandos ( Rakkon Yomaget ) coming from the west. Eloise charged into the fray, haranguing their forces from the south, aiming to take some of the pressure off of her fellow Jedi and buy them enough time to complete the evacuation.

 

[Vynara Rylthar]

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5th Fleet
Patrol Actions
Several AU's out from Keshi

The whir of the scrubbers droned overhead the holotable. Around the blue projection stood a trio of figures. Each dressed sharp in gray and yellow flight suits, close fitting, with mag boots shined. This was the CIC of the Annaxes-Guided Missile Class Destroyer; ANS Resolute Dwan. Within her information center lights flashed on banks, contrasting with blue and yellow pops against the darkness.

They were in battle lighting. As such conditions were dim, to conserve energy.

As they read the reports Captain Cortan, her XO, spoke first.

"Grim. Raid at Keshi. Thats a few paersecs from here. We can jump in and hard burn to orbit. Cutt off the escape of the raiders."

Vynara kept a neutral expression, with her lips pressed thin. She stood on a slightly raised dais, with her Xo to her left, and the crew pit in a u shape around that dais.

Her mind wighed each option. They had a Destroyer and two escorts with two to three wings of Fighters between them. They were a light agile force for picket duty against pirates and smaller border skirmishes. 5th Fleet as it was consisted of picket ships, destroyers and handful of carriers with escorts. She was just on arm of that fleet, a detached flotilla. If she left her area of responsibilty to cut of the escape of the enemy, she could well open a hole in their defenses for other threats to slip through.

"I'm thinking against. Why abandon our assigned route? Let the locals handle it."

Now her XO pressed his lips thin.

"Nothing out here for months Ma'am. Besides, these people need our help."

"Alright then XO. You willing to bear part of the responsibilty if it goes wrong? If you are, I'll back your call."

Cortan paused, face twisted in thought and then nodded.

"Very well. Then get us underway Captain. I give you the con."

"Aye Ma'am."

...

"Listen up, all ahead full burn. Standbye for hyperspace jump operations. Helm set a course, weapons and comms warm up."

She did like how the XO Commanded. Curt and to the point, but not rude. Stern but fair.

A moment later they jumped.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Gil Horn , Eloise Dinn , OPEN. Personal PVE-focused.)

Here they come, the sound of war.

Bzzt

Blaster bolts were batted in part by the brilliant azure blade, Jack honed his reflexes in a Shien combat Form, gripping the saber steadily while deflecting numerous shots courtesy of their opponents. He flipped backwards a little, maintaining a wall of himself between the jet-using Mandalorians and the people the Jedi're sworn to protect.

One such opponent had a bounced blaster shot to the chest armour for his troubles, another clipped to the shoulder. But you couldn't keep good Mandalorians down, Jack found himself combatting at least five of the flying warriors, blue saber a whirlwind of defence with making sure the last of the evacuees reached the borders of town.

Just catching one issue at the corner of his eye.

The Jedi cartwheeled to his right, protecting the fallen child while his father came to collect, fleeing for safety as Jack held reverse-grip, narrowing intense hazel at the foes still firing away. When that didn't working, two of the Mandalorians saw fit to throw some frag grenades.

No you. A direct Force pause of his right hand, flying the projectiles into the air that had the Mandos divert in evasion; the resulting explosion created a smoke cloud that took four of them off-kilter. Jack grinned to that, sidestepping the last warrior's shoots, twirled about, and threw.

The lightsaber arching through the air that tore through neck joints and torso, one lucky Mandalorian only caught by his left arm, halfway cut through with the armour saving the rest. Three bodies fell, only a pair to go.

Jack summoned a vendor stand to act as a barricade from an eruption of flamethrowers, recalling his saber that completed his arc, into his right grip.

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble
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It was a daring idea - slipping past the borders to target the more vulnerable insides of the overgrown entity that was the Galactic Alliance. Keshi was not particularly defended, and was an agricultural world. Yet another prime target to sap the industrial complex of its resources, its supplies. Carduul had worked upon the backlines for longer than comfortable, in recent months. Every Mandalorian needed something to get their blood pumping sooner or later, and he certainly found the answer for today.

The dropship’s doors opened once again, the wind of the atmosphere whipping his shoulder-cape harshly in its wake. “Our hunt begins.” There was a cadre of fresh soldiers and a few veterans behind him. For many, this would be their first true engagement after their training in facilities and jungles. The war-machine was ever growing, and though many doubted it would garner much numerical strength, the rapid recruitment of more warriors told otherwise. Finally, he stepped outwards into weightlessness, plummeting. Then there was ignition, a wall of fire trailing behind himself and those who followed the Rally Master into battle.

Like a group of blazing falcons, they descended upon the quarry of the day. His shining poleaxe held forward, waving aloft a small ribbon with the Neo-Crusader iconography emblazoned upon it. Landings were each met with loud thuds of weighted armor against dirt, before the hiss and sizzle of several of the weapons primed for the day. Full-package flamethrowers.

“Take what you can, burn the rest! Let the fields be as rotted as their senate and empty as their promises of safety!” He decreed aloud, thrusting his weapon forwards to signal the rest. This would be a mirror of Contruum - only even more efficient. Contruum was claimed for their own shortly after its razing, a necessary cost to sound the call. Keshi, however? Would likely remain in Alliance control for a very long time. Every bit of damage would count - further proof that their governance could not even protect its own worlds.

Fireteams fanned out as they set about their work as swiftly as the fire that began to blot out the horizon. Farmers and their families shrieked and fled in the wake of strife, largely ignored for the bigger picture. The Rally Master was the tip of the spear, the viper coiling around this pitiable prey as the planetary defense forces began to retaliate. Blaster fire rang out, the familiar din of battle taking reign once more upon the landscape. With a heavy blaster pistol in one hand, his ever-present polearm in the other, the squadron he led would serve as the vanguard for this operation - carving deeper into the city with frightening wrath and fury, leaving naught but corpses and scorched earth.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Mandalorians."

Kahlil stepped outside, staring up at the sky with a frown. Ships were forming in the sky above, descending down. Troops flying out on jetpacks in an armor he knew too well. His expression hardened before he reached over to scoop Valery up in his arms, bracing her to his chest. He ran. There was no stopping now as he ran through the streets with her in his arms, ignoring everything else.

Everything else.

Shield or not, he was a father and a husband first now.

"Where's your people's warriors? They have a base in town? We'll head there."

Valery Noble | Carduul Akahl

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Wedding Ring

Valery gasped softly as Kahlil scooped her up into his arms, cradling her protectively against his chest. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, holding on tightly as he began to run through the streets. The world around them blurred in a chaotic mix of shouts, explosions, and the ominous roar of Mandalorian jetpacks.

"Kahlil..." Her voice trembled, and she leaned her forehead against his shoulder for a moment, her breaths uneven. "I'm scared."

She never said those words. Not in all the battles they had fought together, not even in the most dire of circumstances. She had faced down Sith Emperors, armies, and the darkest shadows of the galaxy with unwavering resolve. For her to admit fear now was a testament to how dire the situation had become. This wasn't just about her — it was about the child she carried and the lives that depended on them.

Kahlil's arms tightened around her as he ran, and she forced herself to look up, her amber eyes scanning the skies. The jetpacks were growing louder, the faint glints of Mandalorian armor visible against the distant glow of flames.

"They're getting closer," she warned, her voice sharp with urgency. "We can't outrun them."

Even as she said it, she felt the familiar pulse of hope in the Force — a signal she clung to desperately. Her people were resilient, and their warriors would not let their home fall without a fight. She could feel them moving, rallying to the defense of their world.

"The Faedra," she said, her tone more grounded. "They're coming. And... other Jedi. I can feel them."

But would they make it in time?

The ground beneath them shook as another explosion rocked the town, sending debris scattering into the air. Valery's grip on Kahlil tightened as the heat and smoke enveloped them, but she forced herself to keep her head clear. They just had to hold out a little longer.

Kahlil Noble Carduul Akahl ​

 

[Gil Horn]

Location: Keshi | Objective One
Tags: Jack Wright Rakkon Yomaget Eloise Dinn

The Mandalorian ship touched down, and the hounds of war were unleashed. Gil had seen the holofeeds of the Neo Crusaders in action; mighty warriors clad in their famous Beskar tearing through every enemy in their path. At one point in history, Gil might have believed that enemy would only be worthy opponents. People who could fight back and stand a chance against the tide of near super human warriors. Seeing the Neo Crusaders here though...that belief was being tested.

Igniting his saberstaff, the two emerald green blades roared to life as Gil launched himself through the air, tucking his body in a spin to avoid several blaster bolts being sent his way. He landed in a sweeping spin, his blades deflecting half a dozen blaster bolts back towards their Mandalorian progenitors. They struck true, but the warriors did not go down.

"Tough bastards..." Gil said, parrying a Mandalorian beskad strike before delivering a return strike and sending the man over Gil's shoulder. The Force warned him of an approaching danger, and he snapped his head around to see one Mandalorian among the group, who Gil guessed might be a leader, was charging directly towards the small pack of Jedi, recently supported by Eloise Dinn, a Jedi Gil was not acquainted with, but in this moment, they fought as long time comrades.

"Jack," Gil shouted over the thrum of war, "keep getting the people to safety, Eloise if you wouldn't mind giving him a hand, he has a habit of getting distracted if the people he is rescuing are cuter than him. I've got that one." Gil accented his words by first bringing his saberstaff up in a quick duelist salute, then rushing forward to meet the Mandalorian head on.

 

[Armel]

Location: Keshi
Objective: Burn their fields - Objective 1
Tags: Open to friends and foes

<"We have broken orbit! All units prepare for drop!"> a loud voice filled the dark and cramped troop bay of the Mandalorian dropship.

Armel felt the ship shudder and suddenly a red light engulfed the entire troop bay, illuminating the two dozen warriors who were stood so close to each other there was barely enough room to breath. The ship stopped shaking and through the gaps in it's armour plating the Zeltron could just make out light from the outside trying to seep in. Then a sudden feeling of weightlessness as the dropship was released.

It was a cumbersome flight to the surface, the ship was falling more than flying and the entirety of the troop bay rattled as it hurtled down to the surface. Although he couldn't turn to see he could hear other Crusaders whispering to themselves around him, prayers to gods who no longer watched over them. It would take them time to realize they were children of Kad Ha'rangir now.

Armel used what little space he could to check over his blaster again.

The voice of the Rallymaster filled the troop bay once again, drowning out the rattling of the ship and hushed prayers of its troops. <"You lot have spent the last few weeks badgering and pestering me when you'd get your shot to fight for real."> she barked over the ship's intercom. <"Now's your damn chance so stop praying to your false gods and look alive!">

The ship shook again as it burned through the atmosphere, Armel could feel the inside getting warmer.

<"Many of you have only just become part of our Crusade, today you will fight to honour it! You will fight to honour your vod! And you will fight to honour the enemy!">

A small cheer erupted from some of the troops before they all nearly fell forward as the dropship slowed rapidly as they neared the ground.

<"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn. Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu!"> the words of the Dha Werda Verda were the last to come over the intercom before the lights in the troop bay turned green and the ramped droped, a tidal wave of sunlight illuminated the ship's interior.

Armel was one of the first out of the dropship, he took a few steps out before immediately propelling himself into the air with his jetpack. He had only just earned the right to wear a jetpack and it was a sensation that never got old. In the slave pits of Er'kit he had always envied the birds, they were never bound by shackles and cells. He had always wished he could fly, to get away from that terrible place.

As he flew in the air his form changed from liberated songbird to hunting shriek-hawk. His attention turned back to the settlement and he rocketed over to the top of one of the farm houses. He looked to the grain stores and buildings that occupied his immediate area. Honour the crusade. The words echoed in his head as he activated his wrist mounted flamethrower and sent streaks of rhypalm setting the thatched roofs and wooden storage silos alight. Other Crusaders joined him in the effort, setting a great fire which threatened to spread.

Their orders were clear, pillage and burn and there was much work to do.

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