Faction [GA | NEO] Keshi Raid

[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]

Objective II - Faedra
BYOO​

The planet Keshi, island of Faedra, had been a peaceful bastion of the Galactic Alliance, nestled in the dense foliage of its ancient forests. The emerald canopy stretched endlessly, a silent sentinel to the quiet lives of those beneath it. Yet, today, the serene whispers of the leaves were shattered by the distant echoes of conflict. The air had the scent of fear and the acrid tang of approaching danger.

Lt. Bren Alazar, a seasoned veteran with a scarred face and a stern gaze, pushed through the underbrush, his boots sinking into the spongy moss. His Omega Squad followed closely, each step synchronized with the rustle of their gear, their eyes darting across the verdant horizon. They had received intel on the Mandalorian invasion, but nothing had prepared them for the immediacy of the threat. The once tranquil woods now played host to a clandestine dance of war.

They had taken out several patrols, but really those that were in the forest were inexperienced, no doubt unworthy of full trust yet. It was almost a shame to take them down…

… almost…

As they approached a small clearing, the faint outline of metal glinted through the trees. The squad froze, their breaths held. The sound of a distant engine grew louder, and then they saw them: a quartet of Mandalorian dropships, their hulls gleaming with the promise of swift retreat for their nefarious occupants. Bren's mind raced, calculating the angles, the explosive yields, and the time they had before the enemy could react.

With a silent nod, the squad split into pairs, moving like ghosts through the shadows. They planted their shaped charges with a precision that only years of training could afford, setting timers on the explosives with the steady hands of experience. Sweat trickled down their faces, not from the oppressive heat but from the tension of the moment. Each breath was measured, each movement deliberate. When they had surrounded the airfield, they converged on the last dropship standing, their eyes locked on their prize.

The ship was a thing of beauty, a sleek predator at rest. Its engines hummed quietly, oblivious to the fate that awaited its kin. Bren's heart pounded in his chest as he approached the cockpit, his hand hovering over the hatch. The key was in the ignition, the ship ready to fly at a moment's notice. It was almost too easy.

With a final look around, ensuring all charges were in place, he signaled to his team. The tension grew palpable, the air thick with the anticipation of chaos. The moment of truth was upon them. They had one chance to take this ship and disrupt the enemy's escape. With a deep breath, Bren turned the key, the engines roaring to life as he shouted, "Get in! We're going for a ride!"

The squad piled into the dropship, their eyes never leaving the surrounding forest, expecting the worst. The engines whined as they reached full power, the vibrations rattling their bones. Bren's hand hovered over the detonator, his eyes narrowed. The countdown began in his mind, synchronized with the rhythmic thump of his pulse.

Three... Two... One...

The forest erupted into a fiery cacophony as the shape charges detonated, the remaining dropships blown to smithereens in a spectacle of fire and metal. The shockwave hit them like a fist, but the stolen ship held firm. With the airfield in ruins, the path was clear.

Bren's eyes locked on the horizon, where the flaming wreckage painted the sky in a gruesome tableau. The Mandalorians would pay for their transgressions. The engines roared in defiance as he pulled back on the stick, lifting the ship into the air. The forest fell away beneath them, swallowed by the growing night. The wind rushed into the cabin, carrying with it the scent of victory and the promise of a new battle.

Their mission had only just begun.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Karking hell. What had Shan got himself into? This wasn't like him. You'd expect to see Shan planetside, trying to help people evacuate or trying to heal the innocent. But here he was, soaring through the sky in the Aegis. It had been a while since he was last behind the controls of his interceptor.

Go back to the Jedi I said. Protect people again I said. I'm such a kriffing idiot.

Shan grumbled to himself as he twisted and turned through the sky, peppering various Mandalorian ships with volleys from the laser cannons the Aegis was equipped with. Each blast sending a wave of guilt through his body. No. He couldn't think about that. Detach himself from what he was doing. Focus on those he was protecting. Focus on-...

Before he could finish that thought, a sudden cacophony of sounds filled the cockpit as the Aegis was hit by a series of blasts from one of the ships Shan had been firing at. Don't panic. Even if the controls weren't responding. And even if the ground was starting to come closer at an increasing pace. Believe in yourself. Believe in the Force. Smoke was filling the cockpit, and he could barely even see anymore but that was fine. He didn't need his eyes.

Just have faith in the Force...With that, Shan used the Force to blast the window off in front of him before leaping up out of the seat. When it came between falling in his ship, and free-falling through the air, Shan knew what he was going to pick. Using the Force to slow his descent whilst in the distance he heard and both saw the explosion of the Aegis as the ship met the cold unforgiving ground. Well. It was a good thing he wasn't in that now, wasn't it?

Just look on the bright side...At least I'm on solid ground again. Time to get to work.

Tags: Open, but I'd rather have PvE

 

[Nima Torr]

Bright sparks of light shot past Nima Torr's cockpit as she journeyed through hyperspace, her vision distorted by the shrouded viewport of her I-33 Deliverance class Starfighter—the occasional beep from an errant machine, her only companion in the void of space. Another sequence of sensor data scrambled along the side of the navigation computer, announced with a soft trill that she tapped against the side of her stick, calm and frequent as they grew closer and closer to the planet itself.

And whatever disaster had formed in the meantime.

In the stillness of hyperspace, a fleeting moment of tranquillity lingered, held in the hush of Nima's breaths and the soft beat of her heart as oxygen from the ship's internal life support system filled her lungs. The sterile air, slightly tinged with the metallic scent of machinery, filled with purpose and an almost electric charge that reminded her of the situation she was about to crash into.

Then, there was another beep louder than any that had come before. Shrill and violent, it pierced the subtle quiet with a call to action only moments before the Force stirred to life, a slight nudge against the side of Nima's wrist as the space around them warped and twisted before she was shot out of hyperspace and into the chaos of battle. A sudden twist to the right narrowly avoided the incoming starfighter as system warnings beeped in a futile screech, quickly dismissed by an errant twitch of her hand as the starfighter shot through the chaff and towards the planet of Keshi.

With only a moment spent to acknowledge the comm reports of her fellow fighters, Nima Torr flicked a switch to her side, activating the local receiver as an errant buzz filled the cockpit, "Knight Torr, proceeding to the atmosphere. Try to keep me updated on the situation, up here. I'm going to cause some problems for the raiders and give our people some support down there."

She would have preferred a callsign, but considering the situation, there hadn't been much time to prepare with what little she had spent in a cockpit without the attention of others. It was only coincidence that she'd been close enough to her wardrobe when the time came that she was able to switch out her traditional robes for the comfortable fit of her synthweave bodysuit, the armour padding surprisingly light and manoeuvrable even after a couple of hours in the enclosed space.

There was not enough time and not enough preparation; all they could do was work with what they had.

So, with one last adjustment of her fighter as she shot past an interceptor, Nima Torr entered the atmosphere in a blaze of friction and sheer speed as her sensors vanished in the entry blackout.

Tag: Open! (PvE preferred but could also do PvP)​

 

[Rakkon Yomaget]

Gil Horn - Indirect Tags [ Eloise Dinn ]

Admist the fires and the excitement of combat, the Mandalorians assailed the defenders from multiple directions on the battlefield in numerable dropshots and small assault craft to pentrate through the Alliance Fleet in orbit. The sound of Beskar colliding with Alliance armor was heard as they fought for control over the crucial areas such as the power center and the local barracks, extending their assault forces across the Capital.

The aim of the Crusade was to force a rapid capitualtion of the planetary government in order to force the Alliance's hand and even better if the Federal Assembly became stunlocked by a lack of early intelligence from the Strategic Intelligence Agency on the Mandalorian's drive for conquest in this particular sector of the galaxy.

Such developments if they occured held little significance for Hod, as a communication from a nearby sentry post informed him of the approach of Eloise Dinn to the southern flank of their forces within the city. The possibility of a pincer movement appeared improbable, given that the sentry's report indicated insufficient numbers to execute such a maneuver.

Instead, it seemed more plausible that this was a diversion intended to redirect the Mandalorians away from the more densely populated areas. He would have to deal with them at a later moment in time, as Gil Horn moved swiftly with the aide of the mystical energy known as the Force towards him with his saberstaff.

" One would have thought that the infamous Jedi Knights would be much better equipped to face Mandalorians. " Hod expressed his disdain to Gil Horn as he swiftly closed the gap using a brief surge from his jetpack.

He aimed to exploit the limitations of the saberstaff lightsaber, which was primarily engineered for long-range area denial rather than close-quarters combat, thereby minimizing his opponent's chances to retaliate.

Gripping the long Shogar Tok Vibro-axe within hand, as the heavy-headed blade went forth.

 

[Reina Daival]

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

She just should have ran. Why pick up this kid? It wasn't like Reina was going to get anything out of it. There was no point in risking your life just to get nothing back from it! Even as she thought all of that to herself though, her grip on the child stayed as tight as it could be. Rushing through the crowds that were slowly starting to get thinner and thinner. Maybe that was a good sign! Or maybe it was a sign that she was running in the opposite direction now that she thought about it. She had no real clue as to what direction she was meant to be heading in the first place. Preferably away from the sounds of blaster fire, explosions and the sounds of people clashing in battle.

"Home. That way."

The child mumbled out from Reina's shoulder, pointing out a small little house at the end of the street. Which would have been great!...Had it not been for the rather heavily armoured suit of metal walking down the street, torching up various houses with flames erupting from its wrist. Was that meant to be a person? Every fibre of Reina's being was telling her to run. There was no way she could fight something like that, even if she wanted to! So she spun around on the heel of her foot, getting ready to dash back the way she came when...

"Home! That way!"

The child whined out. Tugging on Reina's shoulder whilst pointing back at the house. Now she was definitely starting to regret saving the kid. The Mandalorian seemed to be focused on burning down the houses around them to have heard them, But it wouldn't be long before the kid started crying and sobbing for Reina to take it to the house. Were the parents even going to be there? Did it really matter? There did seem to be movement in the house but...Damn it. She should have just ran.

"You gotta run to yer house alright? I'll make sure that...erh...the bad man doesn't follow you."

What was she even thinking? Reina sighed to herself, crouching down to let the child down so that they could run to their house whilst Reina herself started to check over what she had on herself. Most of her gear was left down by the water since she wasn't exactly planning on leaving it for long. There was some rope as well but she didn't have enough time to set up a trap...She had her knife as well that she used for the fish but that wouldn't do much against that hunk of metal...If she didn't know better, Reina would have thought they were droids. She really wished she'd brought one of her harpoons with her.

Either way, she gathered up a bunch of stones and small pieces of rubble in her arms and waited. As soon as the Mandalorian was within range...She bombarded the raider with as many rocks, stones and pieces of debris she could! Each one just clanking against the armour, causing...little to no effect. Instead the Mandalorian turned their head towards Reina and just tilted their head. Perhaps they were confused as to what the girl had planned on doing, or was bemused at the idea that she thought some rocks could have hurt them...They both stood there, still for a few seconds. Reina with a rock in one hand, whilst the Mandalorian stared at her. And then the Mandalorian raised their blaster.

The burning pain Reina felt in her shoulder was unlike anything she had experienced. She was no stranger to getting hurt. Accidents at sea was just a habit of life out there. But this was different. None of that mattered though as she clutched her shoulder and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, dodging past various stray blaster bolts.

Kark, Kark, Kark! What was I thinking?! Run. Don't think. Can't afford ta think...Breathe. Let the Sea guide me...

The sea was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't matter for Reina. It was how she viewed the Force. Taking in a deep breath as she could almost feel the sea breeze at her back. Pushing her to move faster. To dodge faster. To ignore the pain as she rushed through the streets. She couldn't afford to look behind herself.

 

[Gil Horn]

Location: Keshi | Objective One
Tags: Rakkon Yomaget

Jetpacks. It just had to be jetpacks.

Sliding to a stop as the Mandalorian warrior hurtled towards him, Gil brought the front blade of his saberstaff up, the emerald blade striking against the axe blade. Gil was not surprised that the impact did not cut through the weapon; the Mandalorians could make armor that resisted lightsabers, it stood to reason they could make weapons that did the same too.

"Well, I wasn't really expecting to do much fighting today, Mando. I will do my best not to disappoint you though," Gil said, a vicious smile on his face.

Jumping backwards, Gil considered his options. Blow for blow, the two fighters were probably equal in terms of maneuverability. That jetpack gave the Mandalorian a lot of options, and Gil doubted much acrobatics work would change that. In weaponry, the Mandalorian had an edge in terms of range, but the saberstaff was not the only weapon Gil had.

Dodging to the side of another strike from the Mandalorian warrior, Gil flipped backwards, sending a kick aimed at the warriors head while in the same motion switching his primary hand holding his saberstaff. Now gripping it with his left hand, Gil bunched his hand into a fist, and if the warrior rushed forward against to close the gap, Gil would delay with his saberstaff, and try to create an opening for Gil to deliver a blow with his new arm.

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble
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<To all fireteams, Mortar Teams are in position. Designate coordinates for shelling.> Communication lines flared to life as the battlefield evolved. The Mandalorians made it clear they were here to ravage as much as they could in as quickly a time as possible. Raids like this usually had a ‘time-limit,’ to when more significant defense forces would arrive and begin to blockade chances of escape. Every second counted, and demanded equally outstanding results.

They had at last reached the defense post of the place - which would serve well as a temporary forward operating base. Once again, the military power of this place was not separated from the civilian workforce, making it all the more difficult to separate the two. Resistance increased as it turned from rural farmland to urban landscape. His blaster fire rang out and more pinged off his armor as they carried through to the defenses - arriving far sooner than anticipated by the defenders. “Forward!” He urged those who followed him into battle, “Par kyr'am bal kote!”

A hand went to his helmet, briefly eyeing as more groups of civilians and several defenders alike fled deeper into the city - just past the defense outpost. Where they could be more protected. More fortified. <Fire Mission, my coordinates and offset by ten elevation six. Volley-fire.>

They would not be halted. As more Crusaders started to form the rear-guard of the zealous charge, explosions began to ran down in short order. Defense Force soldiers manned on a section of the outpost’s wall were sent flying to the ground. Debris tore from the earth in random directions. He surged forward with the brief opening, blade in hand with his fireteam in tow. An adjustment of his comms, before his voice projected in a loud, demoralizing echo across the city-turned-battlefront.

“The Alliance cannot defend you. The Jedi are not here to save you. Lay down arms and surrender, and you will be spared our wrath. Resist, and you will die a glorious death.”​

By coincidence and saturated firepower, some of the mortar fire fell just in the way of Kahlil Noble and Valery Noble ‘s intended escape route, rippling with shockwaves of fire and force. Options were narrowing.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Urgh...Damn. Shan was really missing laying in a university bed. His back was throbbing and his ears were still ringing from bailing on his starfighter. He would be lying if he said he missed the sights and sounds of the battlefield. Breathe. He couldn't afford to let his guard down. As much as Keshi was technically friendly territory, right now it was hostile territory. He had no clue where the enemy were, nor were any friendlies were. Of course, he could try to focus on the Force to guide him but it was hard to clear the ringing from his ears. Hard to focus on the feeling of the Force around him. Blast, he was hoping he didn't have a concussion. He raised a hand to his head, quickly checking for any wounds. That was something he should checked immediately. Apart from a few grazes and cuts from getting out of the shuttle though, he didn't seem to be too worse for wear.

The air battle still seemed to be going on, though there was also the sounds of explosions in the distance with the ground shuddering beneath Shan's feet. It'd be just his luck to walk into a mortar strike...or a unit of Mandalorians. At the very least, he had the training from Kahlil he could fall back if he had to face against a Mandalorian in combat. But right now, he just wanted to get to where the people needed him. He wasn't a fighter. He was a healer and so he needed to get towards the injured...Though that was easier said than done. He needed directions. This was the type of situation that a handy-dandy comlink came in handy for!

"There is Knight Pavond, My interceptor's went down and I don't know where I am nor where the enemy is. Any support would be much appreciated right now. Over and out...Is this thing off?...Where's the button for it...There we go!"

He muttered away to himself, finally turning off the comlink before getting ready to move. It was possible that he wasn't going to get any support in the first place so he might as well start moving whilst he could.

Nima Torr

 

[Nima Torr]

Nestled within the comforting embrace of her I-33 Deliverance, Nima Torr surrendered to the exhilarating rush of breaking into Keshi's atmosphere as the intense friction ignited a powerful surge of heat and fire that left the ship's advanced sensors momentarily blinded, utterly useless against the spectacle outside her viewport. The rush of flames danced along the edge of her cockpit, searching for a crack or weakness in the seals as the radiant orange glow flickered across her skin and the internals of the ship; her eyes closed to weather the breach, unneeded with the sudden information blackout that robbed her starfighter of sight.

Leaving her completely alone as she focused upon a sensation that could not be described as simply as sight or touch; her mind stretched beyond the simple confines of her natural frame towards a thousand ethereal threads that spread across the planet and its surrounding space, twisted and warped with the call of war. Across her senses leeched a dozen emotions: rage, fear and suffering from countless sources, mixed with the rare aspect of defiance and resolution, not to mention the hammer of glee and expectation that fell upon the planet in droves.

Seconds passed as the threads continued to move, constantly flowing and changing as the people attached to them did so; their presence indistinct and unfocused, except for a few points, reinforced over and over again by the connections that joined them. In the distance, twin stars blossomed as another hammer of violent purpose fell upon them.

Yet, as her ship breached the temporary blackout that left her systems to reactivate and recalibrate, Nima Torr did not head towards the local village where the fighting sparked, and a dozen threads dictated the fate of a battle. Instead, she was called to a more simple target as the comm-link activated and Shan Pavond requested assistance; for a second, she considered the village and the defenders that could require her assistance, but the threads attached to her fingers twitched, a warning easily understood for all the reasoning alluded her.

Panning around, she shot past another set of fighters, their shields speckled with laser fire as she passed, forcing them to disengage from an attack run that would have ended poorly for the unfortunate ground-bound targets.

"Understood, Knight Pavond," Nima responded, a simple flick of the side panel activating her comm-link as she continued to follow the thread attached to her. "I've got an I-33 headed in your direction, so keep an eye on the sky. I'll do my best to give you a clear shot to the village and the wounded."

At the speed she was moving, it didn't take long to reach the other Jedi's position, her fighter blasting past in a screech of air pressure that shook the ground beneath her and distorted the flames from a nearby Epo-1.

Tag: Shan Pavond​

 

[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

Tags: None yet
Beasts: x2 Webweaver Spiders​

The battlefield erupted in chaos as Ninurta strode forward, flanked by the massive Wyyyschokks, Skrel and Rynka. The Faedra warriors, mounted on sleek speeders, approached with deadly precision, their blasters blazing. But the jungle was Ninurta's ally, and his spiders were its fangs.

"Go," Ninurta growled, and the spiders scattered into the shadows of the islands forest.

Skrel struck first, launching venom that blinded a pilot mid-flight. The speeder swerved and crashed into a tree, exploding in a burst of flame and shrapnel. Rynka wove her trap with ruthless efficiency, her silk stretching across the paths. The next wave of speeders collided headfirst into the webbing, their riders thrown violently into the underbrush. Blasterfire lit the gloom as the Mandalorians advanced. Ninurta's carbine barked, dropping a dismounted Faedra who had taken aim at Rynka. "Hold the line!" he roared. "Let the jungle bleed them!"

Skrel leapt from a tree, landing squarely on a speeder. His legs wrapped around the vehicle, wrenching it sideways as venom sprayed into the nearby riders. Rynka descended on a trapped warrior, her fangs piercing his armor, the toxin dropping him instantly.

Ninurta pushed forward, covering his spiders with precision fire. One by one, they fell—webbed, poisoned, or shot down.

 

[Vynara Rylthar]

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5th Fleet
Underway to Engage in Keshi Orbit
Several AU's out from Keshi

From the rift of hypserpace, her three vessel flotilla discharged. Within a few moments Captain Cortan was already ablaze, ordering missiles into their respective tubes and engines all ahead full. the crew of the Resolute Dawn tapped screens, passed com chatter between stations and executed each of their missions as a well oiled machine, never missing a step.

The inertial compensators of their vessel groaned, and the deck-plates creaked as the flotilla burned at 9g's or above, closing the gap.

Vynara's eyes were glued to the tactical display allowing Cortan to continue calling the shots. With him in command, it allowed her to focus on other things, and it was great mentoring program for the upa nc coming officer.

Her earpiece began to overflow with the panicked screams of the dying, the shrill voices of troops on the ground asking for fire support, and the somber requests of medevac. She clicked to the naval channel to find the same. Captain beleaguered by the rapid assault labored to bring their formations back into line.

Meanwhile her other ear and her eyes picked up flashing red lights and blaring klaxons as the Lt pinged the shipwide comms.

"All hand, hands, battle-stations...All hands, all hands, battlestations."

Across the lower and upper decks gun crews would scramble to their positions, as flight crews jockeyed against them in a trot to the hangars.
She clicked off the Naval channel, to fleet only. At the lead their two escorts, Madine Class Frigates, lead the way one abreast of the other by a thousand meters or more. Five hundred meters back from that, her own flagship, an Annaxes Guided Missie Cruiser trailed, armed to the brim.

"Ma'am, we're ready for operations."

Vynara nodded, placing both palms flat on the rail and leaning in to view the pit below her.

"Plot course for low orbit and match our speed until we get a better picture on the situation. Ignore all craft that do not present a clear and present threat or block our trajectory. We don't need to engage everything. I want to punch into low orbit and begin support by fire operations."

"Aye ma'am."

She carried two flights of fighters, T-65 X-Wings on board.

"Need to save fighter wings until we get low. Standby to scramble on my command, all wings. Mission will be Close Air Support."

She had deduced no serious fleet presence from the enemy or else her scopes were wrong. She'd go in fast, letting the other GADF Naval Elements hold off any Mando Elements. The ground was the key position now.

"We still have 54th Battalion on board?"

"To the tune of 500 Battle Ready Soldiers."

"Alert them."

As Cortan made it so, the Lt. was already passing the word to ground elements.

<<"Alcon, Alcon, GADF 5th Fleet on station, send all request for support through this channel.">>​

 

[Kuhbee]

Objective: 1 - City Streets
Tags: Open

“ROAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR”

Kuhbee let out a long loud howl as the ships started to drop. There was immediate panic in the street. So far his trip to Keshi was not going as planned.

Kuhbee was watching, mesmerized as people ran around him. Eventually someone knocked into him and fell over. The big Wookie turned and tilted his head, then reached down and picked up the small being that had ran into him.

[We need to find shelter! Come on!]

The small figure that had bumped into Kuhbee looked terrified to be dragged by a howling Wookie, perhaps even more terrified than of the raid!

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Objective I - City Streets
Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr's training was beginning to pay off in spades. One hand deflecting with the Force and the other spinning his pike, the Miralukan Jedi Knight intercepted blaster fire ambidextrously while crossing the street through a fatal-funnel of fire.

The Mandalorians firing at him weren't his primary concern, the distressed force signatures of noncombatants were. Aadihr knew it was foolish once again to enter the line of fire when he was best served healing behind the safety of others. Let them brand him a fool, so long as they survived.

A warning spiked through the force just in time for Aadihr to sidestep as a slug thrower fired, narrowly missing his ribcage. Somewhere nearby he heard a Wookie's call.

Aadihr lept to cover before another slug could be fired and called out to the frightened and injured signatures nearby "Pull back, this way, before they surround the neighborhood!"

While weaving through buildings and cutting off line of sight to the Mando squad pursuing him, several civilians had heard the call. Aadihr stopped only long enough to heal them to back to mobility from his own life force, then sent them ahead to safety.

The Miraluka continued his evacuation call, trying to guide any stray survivors towards safety - away from the front lines. There could be Padawans in the area too. The thought steeled his resolve. He would hang back as long as necessary to buy time. He would not let what happened on Iridonia happen again.

With a steadying breath, he stepped back out into the street to draw the fire of the Mandalorians once more to buy time for the evacuation. His breathing grew heavier, sweat soaking his blindfold and climbing the curls of his white hair, sticking to his forehead, temples, and neck. The effort of keeping up the speed necessary to deflect a firing squad in an open street was tiring, but it held their attention.

Aadihr narrowly sidestepped another slug.

Proximity tags: Reina Daival | Kuhbee | Open for PVE​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Corazona von Ascania

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Coughing, a taste of blood mingling with dust in his mouth, Roman pushed aside a chunk of shattered roof beam. His head throbbed, a dull ache radiating outwards. Above, the smoke-filled sky was a swirling vortex of grey and orange. The smell of burning wood and something else… something metallic and sickeningly sharp, filled his nostrils. He saw them then, the elder's son and brother, silhouetted against the fiery inferno that was once their family home, engaged in a furious, pointless argument amidst the chaos.

"Out! Now!" Roman bellowed, the words catching in his throat, his lungs burning. He shoved himself between them, his voice raw with urgency. Their squabbling ceased abruptly as they stared up at him, stunned silence replacing their venomous accusations.

The front door was blocked by a massive, burning pillar. Panic clawed at Roman's throat. He briefly surveyed the damage, his mind racing. He spotted a weakened section of the dining room wall, the timber visibly stressed, crumbling at its edges. Focusing his will, drawing on the Force, he channeled every ounce of strength he possessed into a concentrated push. The wall buckled, groaning under the pressure, then yielded, creating a narrow escape route.

He shoved the two Keshians through the opening, their faces a mixture of fear and dawning understanding. Pushing them forward, he followed, bursting into the village square. Terror reigned. Villagers scattered, some fleeing, others frantically arming themselves, confirming his suspicions about the brothers' preparations. He saw the dropships, descending like predatory birds of prey. This wasn't a simple power struggle; this was a full-scale assault.

"Cora!" he shouted, his voice hoarse, desperation lacing his cry. The two Keshians, momentarily forgetting their feud, exchanged a quick glance then began their grim duty. One hurried to rally and protect the women and children, the other organizing the few armed villagers into a makeshift defense.

The brother's faces were grim, their earlier squabbling replaced with a grim determination. They clearly understood the stakes.
"We need to protect the elders and children!" Roman roared, his gaze sweeping across the chaos. "It won't be long until they swarm the village!" The warning was met with grim nods; the brothers, now united by a shared crisis, dispersed to their respective defensive positions.

The distant crackle of blaster fire echoed closer, a chilling prelude to the impending attack. Roman ignited his lightsaber, the green blade a defiant spark in the gathering gloom. His eyes scanned the square, frantically searching for Cora. The feeling of facing this alone, against whatever force had unleashed this carnage, was a cold dread in his stomach. He needed her.

 

[Reina Daival]

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

Now there was roaring around her?! What kind of mad beast had these raiders unleashed on the planet?! What was meant to be the right direction to go?! Reina squealed out in fear as more bolts shot past her. She could feel their heat as the various near misses came shooting by her. Her shoulder still throbbing away in pain. Just grin and bear it. That's what Hacksaw would have told her. That or if she couldn't handle the pain, they'd have just chopped it off...She liked her arm. She'd rather not lose it.

There was a voice echoing through the streets telling her to pull back and head that way...but which way was that way?! It was hard to focus on what way was right and what way was left. All of her instincts were telling her to run. To stay on the move. She could hear a strange thrumming through the air, wooshing through the air nearby. Reina could also hear people moving around again. They must have been more civilians that were trying to escape because of that voice. That was her chance to escape. Just follow the peopl-...

Her thought process ran dead as she saw an elderly man bump into the suit of metal that had been rampaging after her. She had been an easy target. That's why they had followed her. But now they had an even easier target. Time seemed to slow down around her for a moment, as she saw the Mandalorian raise it's blaster to the man's chest

Just run. It's life. People die. They're unlucky. I am. They're focused on him instead now. I can just leave him.

As those thoughts went through Reina's mind, the next thing she knew everything was a blur. Her legs had propelled herself forward at a speed she didn't even know she could move at. A scream of pain escaping her mouth as her damaged shoulder connected against the Mandalorian's chest, sending the pair of them sprawling down to the ground and knocking the blaster off to the side. There was definitely a crunch there. Something was broken. But she had no time to think. Her good hand went towards her pocket, yanking out the only weapon she had. Her knife.

She stabbed and stabbed, trying to find some kind of weak spot as the Mandalorian wriggled around to get up to their feet. It wasn't going to be too hard for them...At least that was until the knife found a weak point at the armpit. Twisting and turning the blade before the Mandalorian backhanded Reina across the face with a metal gauntlet. Sprawling off to the side as the Mandalorian clambered up to their feet, before marching straight over towards Reina and picking the girl up by the neck.

Flailing and kicking, Reina tried to figure out how to get out of the situation. Why did she have to run in like that? Why couldn't she leave the heroing to the people who actually wanted to do it? It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Think. Thin-...A Blaster bolt echoed through the sky before clanking off the back of the Mandalorian's armour. The elderly man had picked up the blaster rifle that had been knocked away in the struggle. It might haven't done any damage...but it gave Reina the chance she needed. Taking her knife and thrusting it forward as hard as she could. She was expecting to hit nothing but hard metal...but she had found a weak spot. Right under the helmet. She twisted the knife as hard as she could, until she heard the metal snap.

As the pair of Reina and the Mandalorian collapsed to the ground, she could feel things getting darker. Exhaustion had hit her like nothing she had felt before. She had expected to just be left there for the raiders...but before everything went black, she felt herself being lifted up. Turning her head to see the man she had saved carefully lifting her before dragging her off in the direction the rest of the civillians had been heading.

"My back isn't what it used to be...but I'm not leaving someone who saved my life to die here..."

Proximity Tags: Kuhbee Aadihr Lidos

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Jack Wright Gil Horn Rakkon Yomaget​

"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."

"Your friend sounds like a clown!" Eloise shouted back at him as she decapitated a Mando and kicked its headless corpse down for good measure. "He better make me laugh—I'm gonna need it after all this!"

She barreled a path through the Neo-Crusaders, mowing them down with her blade until she broke through to the other side. She had never met either of these two Jedi before (and had no clue how one of them knew her name) but hey, at least they were easy on the eyes.

Quickly she turned her attention to the civilians, scooping up an unattended little girl and booking it toward the evac ship. The kid kicked and screamed the whole time, too young to understand what was happening but aware enough to have a survival instinct. "You are one tough cookie," she said, using her lightsaber to deflect a few stray blaster bolts. As her father would say, at least she was fighting back.

Other civilians followed her lead, relying on the cover she provided to make their escape. Hopefully Jack was doing his part without a hitch...

 

[Shan Pavond]

"I've got an I-33 headed in your direction, so keep an eye on the sky. I'll do my best to give you a clear shot to the village and the wounded."

"Much appreciated. Just don't stick your neck out too much. This low down, there's a chance there'll be some infantry that'll try to take your down."

And that was the last thing Shan wanted. It was fine if he went down. It was fine if he got hurt. But if someone got hurt because of him? That would not be fine. Though the more he thought about that, the more he realised how much of a hypocrite he was. He was out here, getting hurt to help other people yet didn't want other people to get hurt to help him? No. He had to have faith in his fellow Jedi. Nima was surely capable. He shouldn't downplay her abilities.

The same way he shouldn't downplay his own. Taking his lightsaber from his belt and igniting it to let the green blade shine. Any Mandos that were going to try and tango with Nima were going to go down. It was something he had to remind himself. He never should use his lightsaber in offense. Never to attack. Only to protect, and that's exactly what he was going to be doing now. Protecting by attacking. It was like the whole best defense is a good offense. It was part of why he focused on Soresu. It was also the best way to try and get a non-lethal victory even though Shan knew that wasn't always a potential outcome.

With a roaring engine swooping above him however snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked up at the fighter above him. Huh. It was a pretty nice hunk of metal. Shan was never a lover of starfighters or freighters so the best compliment he'd ever give one is well...exactly that. It's a nice hunk of metal. None of that mattered right now as he gave a small twirl of his saber and prepared to start moving forward. The time to dwell on his thoughts were over. It was now time for him to be a Jedi.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Eloise Dinn , OPEN)

The fifth Mandalorian brought down by the diagonal slash, cutting through the scorched armour to do enough damage. The left only the sixth, who saw fit to avenge her fallen comrades by ground-to-ground combat, producing a vibroknife. Jack rushed in without any hesitation, disarming the Mando as it were.

Now without her left limb, the Mandalorian in dirt-stained armour staggered backwards, Jack feeling her pain and rager behind the helmet, directed upon the ancient Jetii enemy scum. Gripping his blue saber in reverse, the Knight smirked, "Careful." Openly taunting of the emotion-driven warrior. "You of all people know it's dangerous to go unarmed."

In a roar of fury, his foe pulled out her longer Beskar-forged blade and swung forward, Jack ducking, using the Force's enhanced agility, and spun around behind the Mando in a crouch. Stabbing the weapon around his right waist.

One look down to the saber in her torso, the adversary fell when he pulled back, sparsely passing the Mandalorian a grieving glance. Not too thrilled about taking more lives, but this was war; anda Mandalorians were just as dangerous - not to mention ruthless - as their oldest enemies.

Glancing around, the last of the civillians in his area were finding the space to escape their homes and move for the transports. Given enough time, the Knight started setting some barricades from market stands and unused trolleys, determined to create a makeshift wall between the next oncoming wave of Mandalorians, and what few citizens were left vacating their assaulted home.

 

[Kuhbee]

Objective One: On the Streets
Proximity TAG: Reina Daival Aadihr Lidos


Kuhbee could feel the panic all around him through the Force, but he also felt another strong presence. He looked over and saw the long pike lightsaber of what must be another Jedi. The sight gave him courage. He started to howl over the crowds, his natural roar causing others to look at him in fear. When he had their attention he started to wave them the way the other Jedi said to run. He wasn't sure if they were frightened of him but at least they were listening. The young felt good to be helping and for one shining moment he was starting to feel proud, like he too was a Jedi.

But then he saw it. Fire. The thing they had used to control him back at the camp. All over his body there were patches of scars that would never grow fur again. They were all burn scars from the fire. The young Wookie felt the fear rise up in his throat, cutting off his oxygen and nearly choking him. He coughed and grabbed his throat. Terror pounded his temples as his fight or flight reflexes kicked into overdrive. Suddenly he howled in an angry rage, standing at his full and considerable height and beating his chest.

"ROAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR"

The next second he was sprinting towards one of the armored clad individuals who was using the flame thrower. In a rage Kuhbee ran, colliding with the armor and starting to beat the man inside savagely. There was no elegance or grace in the attack, no sophistication and all his Jedi training went out the window as the terrified Wookie worked to rip the mans arms from his body.

 

[Diogo Talon]

OBJECTIVE 2: Defend Faedra
TAGS: Ninurta Slaabur'r​

Ah, finally—a relaxing vacation.

Diogo's last planned getaway ended in a Rishi pirate hostage crisis. Not exactly the RnR he was hoping for. But his little trip to Keshi would be different, or so he had convinced himself. No pirates here, afterall.

The green-haired padawan was catching some rays on the coast of the Faedra island—his usual sun-kissed skin starved with urban paleness, a gift of excessive time spent on Coruscant—when a sudden shadow crossed his face. Which was weird, a few minutes ago there were no clouds in the sky. What gives? He opened one eye, then, in alarm, the other. Sleek gray starships blotted the sky and the horizon burned, billowing smoke. All hell seemed to break loose in an instant.

Diogo jumped to his feet. Lightsaber in hand, he ushered women and children into the forest. Hopefully that would give them a chance to hide, or at least escape the initial carnage. As far as he knew, Mandalorians weren't known for their mercy.

Diogo confidently cleaved through several Mandos. But he froze, as he witnessed the Wyyyshokks frenzied slaughtering. Every fiber of his being tensed. If there was ever a time to tuck tail and run, it was now. Except he was a Jedi. Fleeing wasn't an option.

Diogo spotted Ninurta Slaabur'r and saw him barking orders. He was... commanding the spiders? That was his target, then.

"Hey, buckethead," Diogo said, holding his lightsaber out at the mando. "How 'bout you fight your own battles, tough guy. Come and get some."