Invasion Gravity - BotM Invasion of Enclave Held Rothana

[Rebirth]

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The BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW invasion
of Mandalorian Enclave-held Rothana
// START: Aug. 15 - END: Aug. 30 //
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Brotherhood of the Maw Staff	Mandalorian Enclave Staff
Darth Solipsis	The Quartermaster
The Mongrel	Vren Rook
Darth Mori	Saul Vizsla
Zachariel Steelblood	Kranak Vizsla
Kyrel Ren	Verin Oldo

The Second Great Hyperspace War Rages on..
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Endless conflict ensues, the culmination of over a decade of continuous warfare since the Csillan Cataclysm has left the galaxy at large in a constant state of disarray. The war would cost countless lives and devastate worlds from the Core to the Outer Rim, as well as having dramatic galactic consequences otherwise. The Bastion Accords were shattered, the long lived alliance between Alliance and Imperial gone, replaced by distrust and already existing animosity between the ideals of FREEDOM and ORDER. Schism ignites, feuding factions between survivors of the Great Purge battle among another as the Mandolorian Enclave face the Death's Hand and their self-proclaimed Sith Mand'alor, Khamul Kryze, now feared across the galaxy as MAND'ALOR THE UNCHAINED. The Jedi and Sith conflict RENEWED, entire worlds becoming battlegrounds for the multi-millennia spanning ideological war between DARKNESS and LIGHT. Entire worlds lie empty, stripped of life. The Force bleeds, wounds from the darkness eating their way through the galaxy, it needs balance, it needs correction in this AGE OF HUNGER.

In the wake of Tython, the MAW was battled and bruised. Stripped of entire armies and countless mechanisms of war, they had to restock, refuel, and refit their armies. The DARK VOICE was no fool, withdrawing assets as Empress Teta was lost, preparations for renewed invasion would begin in earnest in the wake of Tython, as the MAW plundered world after world in an attempt to rebuild their war machine for such a coming conflict. Yet, the machinations of the Mandalorians could not be ignored any longer. Already embattled with the Death's Hand within the Mawite ranks, the decision was a simple one. Punishment must be made due, the resource rich reach of the Enclave also would help fuel the SGHW for another decade or two if it could be made theirs. A win win, for such an enemy could not remain if they were to complete their goal and bring about the GALAXY TO COME.

As invasion drew nearer, the Mawite Armada's war games would reach fever pitch—with brutal games on Osseriton, military exercises in the Final Dawn, and Mawdalorians sharpening their blades, ready to bring an end to their distant rivals. On the eve of war, the Maw fleet gathered in key staging locations before making use of the LAO-MON HYPERGATE to slingshot into the Outer Rim, striking deep to catch their enemy by surprise. They plunged into the heart of the Enclave, fanatically charging for the capital in mirror image of their campaign on Nirauan. Arriving at Rothana, they seek to capture the shipyards and destroy anything that cannot be brought with them.

The Enclave would pay.

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Obj 1: Retribution
Space Combat / Orbital Station Duels​

Rothana is a cold, arctic world of little value at first glance, do not be fooled. The dense orbital shipyards and dry docks are home to Rothana Heavy Engineering, historically the source of the Clone Wars era military material and KDY secret projects throughout the war and later in the Age of the Empire. Located far from the Core Worlds, Rothana was ideal for hidden projects away from the eyes of the public and corporate rivals. Accessible only by a convoluted network of hyperlanes, guarded by a corporate fleet, and surrounded by numerous mass-shadow mines placed along the Rothana Route, for ages old this planet was safeguarded from all danger.

Today, the region is wracked in danger and grief. Having suffered from the events of the DARK HARVEST, signs of the epidemic’s aftermath still linger with wreckage and quarantined vessels littered in orbit of the planet. The Mandalorians rebuild and recover from the relentless plague when the MAW arrives, bringing war with them. Make no mistake, the Enclave will not allow these long standing yards to fall to the enemy, they rise and lick their wounds, ready to face the galactic terror with battle readied beskar.

Protect the shipyards from the MAW, board their capital ships, destroy their command ships… Or ravage the dry docks, strip resources from the enemy and burn it all down. Take what is offered from your enemy in this long brewing moment made manifest. Fight on or within the shipyards, capital ship, or engage in dogfights.

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Obj 2: Blood Gulch
Ground Combat / Infiltration​

The planet’s surface is harsh and unforgiving, perfect for the Mandalorians who thrive in hostile elements. Death’s Hand descends to meet their lifelong rivals in battle, bringing with them Mawite auxiliaries to keep unwanted distractions at bay while they honorably face down their kin. As the two forces clash, scouts dispatched by KYREL REN search for a hidden depot recorded from old First Order logs. This depot supposedly contains top secret information that could sway future battles in the MAW’s favor.

Face down the Mandos, one side or another, and stop or succeed in collecting the data from the KDY hidden depot!

 

[Kralmus Orr]

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Location: Rothana, Sector D-84
Nearby: Open
Engaging: Open

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Kralmus Orr leads a team of Death's Hand toward the fortified Enclave position

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Amid the snow-choked hills of Sector D-84, Kralmus Orr pulled his left hand away from the haft of his axe and flexed the fingers within his gauntlet. Perhaps he was just imagining things, but he kept feeling as if the cybernetic digits - replacing the hand he had recently and messily lost on Argovia - were freezing up in the cold. Perhaps he just wasn't used to the way the servos moved just yet. He didn't like them. They were his first prosthetic, representig the first time he'd been not just wounded but truly maimed, and he did not care for the perpetual reminder. "Mind yourself around madmen and explosives," he advised the corpse at his feet, swiftly cooling in the snow.

Then he yanked his axe from the body, pushing down on the slain Mandalorian's chest with his boot so he could free the blade.

He'd been fighting his way across this frozen landscape for some hours now, other warriors of Death's Hand at his back, all steadily pushing their way toward the Enclave defensive emplacements - the last major hurdle before they reached the old First Order depot that was their primary objective. Not that the cannibal particularly cared about the supposedly vital intel contained inside; he had no patience for dusty old things, and no real interest in long-term strategy either. He was here for the chance to kill Enclavers, and not just for the usual reason - that he considered them pathetic pretenders to their people's true, blood-soaked legacy of galactic conquest.

No, this was to take gory revenge for his hand...

... and to prove to himself that he was not diminished as a warrior.

"Come on, whelps!" Kralmus bellowed, charging up the next snowdrift and raising his axe over his head. The weapon pointed directly at the fortified Enclave position that stood between them and the winding mountain road that led - eventually - to the depot. "It's fething cold out here, but bathing in their blood will keep you warm!" Today he did not even think of flavor, did not so much as contemplate stopping to feast on the fallen. This was not a battle in which he would slow down and savor things. It was a glutton's feast, more concerned with quantity than quality. Kralmus Orr intended to be come drunk on gore. He would kill a dozen foes for every finger he'd lost.

"Move up the missile launchers! I want those emplacements annihilated!"

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[Marlon Sularen]

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G R A V I T Y
Retribution

FINAL DAWN
ROTHANA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Another Day, another Battle. Once more, Marlon Sularen found himself on the bridge of yet another Warship leading yet another Fleet into Battle against the many enemies of the Final Dawn. Their target? The Isolated Rothana Shipyards. Their expected foes? The Mandalorian Enclave, which the Final Dawn had fought only a few times, first at Roon, then at Tython. Usually Sularen wouldn't be interested such a battle, considering the new approach he was taking in the Second Great Hyperspace War, focusing on strengthen the Final Dawn's Military and overall position, considering it was already sandwiched between the Galactic Alliance whom it was at war with and the Tribes of the Maw, who were clearly going to end up becoming a foe sooner of later, depending on how long Mori lasted.

After Argovia, the Final Dawn was set to strike at Rothana ready to test it's ever growing arsenal of warships once more and secure more ships to add to it's warmachine, all part of the High Regent's plans to ensure the continued growth of the Final Dawn throughout this Phase of the Second Great Hyperspace War in preparation for it's ultimate evolution. As such after taking the FDS Preservation as his flagship for this operation and accompanied by his trusted aide Colonel Rackham along with another subordinate Colonel Viktor Wilhelm, the High Regent would make his way towards Rothana at the head of a considerable Fleet of Final Dawn Warships none of which were smaller then a Star Destroyers, ready to unleash the full might of the Final Dawn upon the Mandalorian Enclave and claim his long-desired prize.

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The FDS Preservation followed by the rest of Task Force Maul arrived at the edge of the Rothana System. In front of them was the Rothana Shipyards with the wrecks of various warships littering the space around Rothana. This was supposedly the aftermath of some epidemic that had ravaged the Mandalorian Enclave recently, which reminded the High Regent of a similar outbreak that had occurred at Atrisia shortly after the Sith Lord Mythos attempted to seize control over the Planet and was confronted by a combined CIS-SJO Force. It was also at Atrisia where Sularen had come into contact with a Confederate Sith Lord Credius Nargath, a man who would ally himself with Sularen and then betray him.

Sularen brushed aside his thoughts of the past to focus on the matter at hand. Rothana was in his reach, but there was most certainly Enclave Naval Forces lurking around which would try to put up a defense against his fleet, not to mention more Enclave forces would show up as soon as possible to beat back the Maw. "I want a full sensor sweep of the area, to identify any Non-Mawite Warships in the area" Sularen ordered. "Has any other Mawite Forces arrived yet?" Sularen asked. "No sir, we are the only ones here for now" Colonel Rackham said in response. "Good. Atleast this gives us a head start over the other groups of the Maw that might seek the same prizes as us. Have the Fleet slowly advance towards the Shipyards and prepare the boarding parties. It's about time i added a few more vessels to our ever-growing arsenal of warships"

With that, the nine warships of Task Force Maul began slowly advancing towards the Rothana Shipyards closing in on a debris field that lay between it and the Planet of Rothana. Whatever ships were docked at the Rothana Shipyards would soon be secured by the Final Dawn just like how they had acquired multiple warships at the Hapolafey System beforehand, and just like at the Hapolafey System all opposition would be swept away, one way or another.

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Spoiler: TL;DR

• Task Force Maul, a Final Dawn Naval Fleet under the command of High Regent Marlon Sularen and comprised of nine Warships, none of which are smaller then a Star Destroyer, arrives at Rothana
• Sularen orders a full sensor sweep of the area to identify any potentially hostile ships nearby and has his fleet advance towards the Rothana Shipyards via a debris field

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Tags [BotM/Final Dawn] | OPEN
Tags [ME] | Verin Oldo | OPEN​

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[Grendel Krayt]

The harsh cold of Rothana held no sway over Grendel for his body was build for the cold, but he was becoming impatient at how long the Maw scum were taking to get here. While he hadn't been part of the Enlave or clan Krayt for that long he hoped to honour both with his actions this day, that's why the massive Mandalorian had vowed to himself he'd let none of the enemy past him so long as there was breath in his lungs.

"Hurry and meet your death with some honour you damn Maw scum" roared Grendel out across the freezing terrain of sector D-84.

 

[Fenn Stag]

I AM MORE THAN MY FATHER

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Equipment: Beskar'Gam l Crushgaunts l Disruptor Pistol l Beskar Knife l Jetpack l Combat Rifle l Combat Stims l Cigar and a lighter l Wrist Mounted Flamethrower l x3 Grenades l Cybernetic arm.

Tags: Kralmus Orr


He looked down at his hand. Not his real hand- no. The black cybernetic that had replaced what he lost. But he couldn't move. Himself and a few other commandos lay in wait, white tarps covering their positions. They had pre-planned for an attack, but did not expect them to be this close, this soon. But they would take their lives all the same. With hands clasped tight around their rifles, the Commandos lay in wait.

The names of those lost to the foul dark harvest still lay on his chest. Comms were dispersed with their HUDs, in silence.

Wait for them to get close.

The missile launcher teams were roughly forty meters from their concealed position, a squad's worth of Commandos lying in wait...

Now.

The order came rapidly, and the execution came even more rapidly. The Super Commandos unfurled from their fighting positions, taking low, stable positions and opened fire. Rapid-fire blaster and slugthrowers tore through some of the men that the traitors had, but not all of them. The exchange of gunfire was rapid and brutal- but the Commandos had a distinct advantage of not only an elaborate ambush position, but also being just ever so slightly uphill.

Fenn unfurled his position, and prepped a grenade- and threw it in an arc, traveling right for the horned Mandalorian's feet...

He seemed oddly familiar. Had they met before?

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[Darth Saevius]

Objective: II - Blood Gulch
Location: The Road to War
Tags: Gwyneira Vizsla

Thud...

Thud...

Thud..

THUD

For a man who dedicated much of his time in a previous life trying to avoid the overt barbarism of pitched warfare, he certainly was adept at finding it nonetheless. In the throes of his pain and anger following his ‘death’ on Noris, he had assembled a force to fight against the Maw’s enemies on Tython. He cared not for what his former self would have done back then; only for exacting the toll of blood his rage had measured.

But his rage had subsided in the years since then, if only to lay dormant under the surface. It was the only feeling left to him - rage; along with the obvious counterpart known as pain. He had fallen so far into the pit of self pity, that he had engaged into a brief but concentrated mission to explore the possibility of transferring his consciousness to a new body. One would never know the true value of the sensations countless trillions of sentients take for granted, until they are lost. But that manic fixation too had subsided.

Today, he was imbued with a new purpose; one born to him half by accident, and half by his ruminations upon the ancient texts and grimoires he had collected over the years. His studies over the past few months had led him to Rothana, a world where Empires past had stored information they felt too valuable to be kept closer to the Core Worlds. Kyrel Ren and his kabal of followers thought they would find technological or perhaps tactical information within to aid them in their war against the Alliance, with the Mandalorians fixated on their own unique brand of bloodlust

The Spider (as Saevius had been known previously, in another life), for his part, was here for another reason. He may not have been able to feel in his current form, but he had heard tell of certain mysteries wherein one could transcend their own body, and touch upon the very essences of those around them. Their feelings would be your feelings, their sensations, your sensations.

Their lives, your life.

The very knowledge had evoked a certain... hunger within him, the type of hunger he had not felt since he was violently ripped from his mortal body and interred within his walking tomb. A walking tomb which THUDDED with every step, even in the mud.

No... that incessant ‘thudding’ would have normally bothered him and made him feel an inkling of self pity once again in the not so distant past. But now, they might as well have been the drums of war leading to his own deliverance. He held no illusions that this cache held any real mysteries of the force within it, but...

It stood to reason that it would provide the locations of other such caches, wherein he could delve into their vaults and come just a bit closer to his ultimate goal. An existence where no one was safe, whether it be in life...

Or in death.

It was in that pursuit, that Saevius contented himself in carrying on alongside the Mawite force massing under the banner of Kyrel Ren himself. He would lend the enhanced strength his body afforded him ‘for the cause’, if it gave him the opportunity he so desired.

 

[Sinestra]

Objective: Acquire the First Order's secrets for himself
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw | New Sith Order | Death's Hand | Final Dawn | Ada Infernum
Enemies: Mandalorian Enclave | Valery Noble | Kranak Vizsla

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The cold bit the long-haired man's skull stronger than the Vahla's ceaseless, irritating sarcasm. Frozen wastes were nothing new for the Sith. He still recalled the life of the weak Jedi who had barely survived the invasion of Korriban years ago. The ancient Sith World protected its secrets not only with the strength of the Dark Side and its inherent creatures, but also with such bitter coldness that Rothana could hardly match. As if the darkness had voided the world from all warmth. And yet, the Human-Sephi hybrid still remained unwelcome to the cold as it was to him.

Marching as slow as they were did not uplift his sour mood, either.

"Surely your abilities could not be as weak as you present them to be." he impatiently remarked to his companion, the Vahla assassin - Ada Infernum who had veiled them beneath a Force cloak of her conjuring. Behind her, a trio of Sith commandos followed -- soldiers he would dispatch towards the depot as soon as they reached the island.

They were nearing the snowy coastline, small and scattered buildings dotting the landscape ahead. Somewhere beyond them lay the abandoned depot from the days of the First Order.

Spoiler: The Crossing - map for reference

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[Maverick Steele]

Obj 1: Retribution
Space Combat / Orbital Station Duels

Bio Fleet

• 
  Mavricks life started simple enough, but like most Karkarodons, he had an insatiable hunger for power. After living the life of a pirate for most of his life, he returned home and proclaimed himself Emperor of his people and tried to rally all of his race under his banner. However, like most self proclaimed Emperors, he did not succeed in unifying his people, but did gather a great number of supporters and created his Empire without any real-estate to its name other than a somewhat sizeable fleet. His hunger for power and pirate origins had him butting heads with other pirate factions such as the Zann Consortium on many occasions.
  
  Mavrick, still trying to gather more support for his bid to be the leader of his people, joined the Maw. They cared little for his cause, but supplied him with manpower and ships to support their cause, and with more firepower, comes more influence.
  
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  Flagship: Tigerclaw Battleship (Made)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  2 x Crucifix-Class I Destroyers (Maw)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  2 x Retrofitted Imperial-II Star Destroyers (Maw)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  1 x Retrofitted Mon Calamari Cruiser (Maw)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  15 x Starfin-Class Corvettes in squads of three (Made) 15/15
  
  1 x Vengeance-Resurrections Frigate (Stolen)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  1 x Swordfish Frigate (Stolen)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  4 x CR-37 FarStar Carriers (Purchased)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  4. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  5 x Shield-class Escort Cruiser's (Purchased)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  4. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  5. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  3 x Rain-class Direct Fire Escort Corvette's (Purchased)
  
  1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
  16 x Squadrons of Snarlfish Gunboat (Purchased) 16/16
  
  40 x Squadrons of various Starfighters and Interceptors (With Ships) 40/40
  
  
  

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Mav moved his fleet into the system as he too was trying not only to make a name for himself and his small Empire, but to get his hands on some looted ships. He was fairly new to commanding a large fleet, but he was definitely up to the task. He quickly ordered his officers to arrange his fleet into a particular formation. As he had arrived secondly, behind Marlon Sularen and his fleet, Mav moved his up along side to the left flank. His capital ships were in line with the "Final Dawns" Star destroyers. Next, he ordered his carriers to the rear and to start dispersing their starfighter and Snarlfish Gunboat compliments. Then he ordered his Rain-class Direct Fire Escort Corvette's, Shield-class Escort Cruiser's to the front setting up a flak screen and finally, the Snarlfish Gunboa's, to fill the gaps.

With the barrier of flak set, he paired his Starfin-Class Corvettes in groups of three and had them sit behind the flak ready to pounce.

In the end, his capital ships were protected behind a wall of flak cannons at the very left of the Maw combined fleet. He was not sure how to proceed, so he looked to Marlon Sularen or the Enclave to start things off.

 

[Mae Tecono]

Obj 1: Retribution
Space Combat / Orbital Station Duels

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Equipment: Zilkin-Class Interceptor

Pre-Reply Situation

• Shields 100% l Weapons 100% l Engines 100% l Crew 100% l Kyber Cells 5 (3 ready at shields) & 15 minutes left on the timer.
  
  Kills: 0
  
  Total Kills: 2x K-Wings, 2x X-Wings, and 4x Y-Wings

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Mae jumped into the system as soon as she received the communication that the shipyards were under attack. To her surprise, the Maw already had a sizeable fleet in the area while the Enclave only had the local militia with barely a star destroyer among them. She looked to her 1st officer, "Better amplify that distress call. No way we will be able to hold this if no Enclave fleets show up!" She ordered him. He quickly went to work in amplifying the signal the best he could.

After her 1st had completed her order, she made her way, in cloak, of course, to the enemy line. She wanted to see if she could pick off some stragglers who thought they were going to get some easy kills. Just as she finished her thought, she saw two squadrons, one of fighters, and other of bombers, making their way to the shipyard. She diverted power to her engines and quickly intercepted them and slowed to half thrusters to maneuver her way behind them. It was clear to her that they did not have any specific target, and they were sent to cause some mayhem while the defenders scrambled to put a plan together.

Right as the group started to make a direct assault on one of the hanger bays, Mae de-cloaked and lit up and destroyed a bomber from the rear, just as her gunners tore apart another. Before they knew what hit them, both Mae and her gunners had already locked onto their secondary targets and tore apart another two bombers. In the frantic flee from the unknown pursuer, the remaining bombers flew into direct fire from the shipyard defenses and were finished off. The fighter escort, however, made a series of quick turns and precise thruster bursts to put them right on top of Mae. It was easy for her to evade most of the incoming fire, however, we are talking about an entire squadron of nearly 12 starfighters here, and some of their fire found their mark, dropping Mae's shields down to 73%. "Return fire!" She ordered her gunners as she tried to avoid further damage. She had cursed herself for going after the easy targets first, and now she was being swarmed. Her gunners destroyed one fighter and disabled another, just enough to open up a hole for her to flee to regroup. She put her engines at full power and hit the gap and out of the swarm. As soon as she could, she re-cloaked and began to re-charge her shields.

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Post-Reply Situation

• Shields 73% l Weapons 100% l Engines 100% l Crew 100% l Kyber Cells 5 (3 ready at shields) & 12 minutes left on the timer.
  
  Kills: 4x Misc Bombers and 2x Misc Fighters
  
  Total Kills: 2x K-Wings, 2x X-Wings, and 4x Y-Wings, 4x Misc Bombers, 2x Misc Fighters

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[Vesta]

Boss B*tch​

Location	Rothana Orbital Shipyards
Enemies	The Mandalorian Enclave - The Quartermaster
Allies	Brotherhood of the Maw
Equipment	Maul

They took their eyes on Argovia.

The blunt head of her maul came crashing into the beskar-plated helmet of a Mandalorian, her strength enhanced by the force in equal measure to the telekinetic shockwave that erupted from the contact of her crude weapon with the faceless soldier's helmet, notably indenting the material while their head was ripped from their body at the neck in a bloody mess. Her entrance to the invasion of Rothana had been met with resistance at every step of the way, not least of which had been during their operation on Argovia to recover old Imperial technology used by the Galactic Empire to monitor the sectors in the region, but the boarding of the orbital shipyards had increased that tenfold. Perhaps it was their nature as warrior people, the yearning for the challenge of a fight with the Dark Lord of the Sith that had sent a dozen already to their deaths, or maybe they were emboldened by a woman that fought without any of the weapons found in modern warfare - the result, however, was the same.

Slowly, but surely, the Sith pushed her way into the shipyards while the Maw followed shortly behind so that they could take their heads over Rothana.

Loose-fitting black clothing, almost a trademark of the Sith at this point, covered the majority of her body aside from the neck up and her hands. Her hair was trimmed short and untamed, fitting for a woman that had chosen to leave her lightsaber behind in favor of an improvised weapon she had created at the expense of a man's life on Argovia for this very battle. She bent at the knees as a trigger was pulled, leaning forwards as a slug fired through the air towards the gap where her head had been mere moments before, only to be launched towards the second half of the duo she'd been dealing with on her way towards the heart of the station with enough power drawn from the force to render her a blur to the untrained eye - her maul coming crashing down against the Mandalorian's chest with enough force to make armor a death trap far more than a tool of protection. She didn't need to hear the gurgling or the gasps for breath to know that the abrupt collapse had meant she'd ruined the warrior's lungs.

Turning her gaze towards the other end of the lengthy hall, however, brought a certain sense of confidence to her along with a smug grin.

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The Quartermaster had arrived.

 

[Ada Infernum]

EMBER
SOMEWHERE | ROTHANA
ALLIES: Sinestra | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN - (I'll tag if you're important, don't @ me)
ENEMIES: ENCLAVE (you'll also get tagged if you're important)
ENGAGING: Valery Noble | Kranak Vizsla

FIELDS OF BONE​

She didn't feel the cold.

Instead, the snowflakes melted into steam the moment they landed on her, the fire of Vahl keeping the Ember warm enough to keep her content.

The damned Mandalorians were everywhere, but for now, she and the little group around her were invisible. Not that Acherus was ever happy. One would think that some unseen force had his balls in a constant pinch with his bad mood. Why Vahl thought it good to throw this brutish man across her path was anybody's guess.

"Surely your abilities could not be as weak as you present them to be."

Fiery eyes turned toward the Sith next to her.
"I'd present you with a strong ability, but then you'd be dead at the end of it." she deadpanned. She should have shoved that blade into his heart when she had the chance on Argovia. He was disrupting her entire skillset with his overt manner.

They reached a frozen coastline and their destination across from it. Coming to a halt on the shore, she looked across the frozen water. She felt exposed and something didn't feel right. She was still straining to keep them all cloaked, so she was relatively confident they were still unseen, but something was nagging at the Assassin.

Motioning over the ice, she then looked at the tall hybrid.

"After you, oh King."

The sarcasm dripping from her voice as she smirked at him.

 

[Jos Krayt]

ROTHANA | ORBIT
THE ENCLAVE | UNITED ENCLAVE NAVY
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | Verin Oldo
ENEMIES: MAW | Anja Doreva | Marlon Sularen
ENGAGING: Anja Doreva
GEAR: In bio

Spoiler: fleet

• Flagship:
  • The Vhipirheim (100% | 100%)
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• Support:
  • 2x Verminoth-Class Star Destroyers:
    • The Summa-Verminoth (100% | 100%)
    • The Vengeance (100% | 100%)
  • 1x MNV-16 Y'ivra-class Interdictor
    • The Void (100% | 100%)
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• Front:
  • 3x Rancor-Class Cruisers:
    • The Sunderance (100% | 100%)
    • The Vision (100% | 100%)
    • The Trinity (100% | 100%)
  • 1x Bes’drahr-Class Heavy Cruiser:
    • The Meshurok (100% | 100%)
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• Flank:
  • 6x Acklay-Class Frigates:
    • The Acklay (100% | 100%)
    • The Herald (100% | 100%)
    • The Logos (100% | 100%)
    • The Avenger (100% | 100%)
    • The Nebula (100% | 100%)
    • The Erebus (100% | 100%)
  • 2x Kyram-Class Strike Frigates:
    • The Adenn (100% | 100%)
    • The Marev (100% | 100%)
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• Compliment:
  • ’Howler’ Basilisk War Droids
  • MNV-AV12 Ra'gr Assault Boarding Pod
  • MNV-56 Keldab-class Assault Dropship

THEME​

”INCOMING!”

The Vhipirheim shuddered as a barrage of shots riddled its profile with plunging fire. The crew on the command deck clung to their posts until the violent shudders subsided. ”Intensify forward shields!” Jos called out as he glared at the enemy fleet. They weren’t Final Dawn, and they certainly weren’t Maw. He had no idea of who they were, but he could feel the powerful presence on their flagship.

The fleet was locked in a deadly brawl as frigates and cruisers worked on closing the distance to get in close, all the while hurling volley after volley of ion and turbolaser bolts at the enemy ships. In an attempt to shake things up, the turbolasers alternated with their particle settings, while the ion cannons fired at full power to disrupt the enemy shields. The Vhipirheim was right behind them, barrelling ahead while sheltering the interdictor cruiser behind it.

But even this reckless, aggressive approach didn’t mean much without the support of bigger ships.

”How far are our men from the destroyers?” He asked Asken as he spared a glance at him. ”The Summa and Vengeance are powering up, sir. But it’s gonna take a few moments for them to link up. The Fury is still undergoing repairs. The rest are stuck, the crews have encountered heavy resistance from the Maw.” Asken spoke up as he looked up from his terminal. Tension was high on the bridge, all of them hoping that their support would get out in time.

Jos looked out of the viewport at the two Star Destroyers powering up. Some weapons were active, but they were vulnerable.

”Move the Vhipirheim into a defensive position and cover those destroyers. Frigates and cruisers alone won’t be enough.” He ordered as he gripped the dashboard again as another salvo impacted the massive ship.

”Sir! Solar cannons are ready to fire!”

Jos looked at the gunnery officer for a moment. ”Not yet. Let’s prioritize our targets first.” He ordered, looking back at the flagship. ”We have two shots, we need to make them count.” He muttered, a hand stroking his mask as he stared in thought.

 

[Kralmus Orr]

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Location: Rothana, Sector D-84
Allies: Darth Saevius | Sinestra | Ada Infernum
Enemies: Grendel Krayt
Engaging: Fenn Stag

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Kralmus orders the Mawites to return fire with blasters and missile launchers
• He intercepts Fenn's grenade with a blast from his repulsor-hand
• He zooms uphill with his jetpack, kicking up a huge cloud of snow to obscure line of sight
• He triggers his flamethrower to melt the snow and hopefully destabilize Fenn's footing

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Rothana's frozen hills were not ideal terrain for the attacking side. They were slippery and rugged, each step a gamble between slick ice and powdery snow in which a man could sink to the hip. Jetpack-assisted bounds were easier than any ordinary uphill gait, but exposed any who risked them to incoming fire by making them an obvious target and surrendering any cover advantage. But there were drawbacks for any who sought to lie in ambush as well, despite their advantageous positions. Heat - any heat, from weapons to bodies - blazed like a beacon on the sensor-enhanced visors of the oncoming Death's Hand warriors, little spots of orange and red amid the white.

The moment the gunfire started, every last one of the ambushers lit up like a Life Day tree, easily spotted.

Easily shot. "Return fire!" Kralmus bellowed. "They finally found their balls - show them yours haven't frozen off!" The Mawite Mandos - and their accompanying marauders, cannon fodder to stand in front of Death's Hand's difficult to replace supercommandos - lit up their now-obvious targets, leaping behind snowdrifts or digging little foxholes into the snow of the hillside to gain a little cover against the downhill fire. With a fwoosh - fwoosh, two of the Brotherhood's missile teams fired their PLX-1 launchers up toward the Enclave positions. They had the power to turn huge snowdrifts into meltwater - hopefully water mixed with Enclave warrior blood and little bits of beskar.

There were PLX-2s in the Mawite arsenal as well, but those were dangerous to blind-fire. They needed time to lock on.

Several blaster bolts pinged off of Kralmus's battered armor, still blackened and scratched where the thermal detonator had scarred it back on Argovia - though the Doom Smiths of the Maw had made sure that it was structurally sound, in addition to replacing the vaporized left glove and vambrace. Small arms at this range wouldn't do much to him, but he needed to get some cover before something bigger came his way. Something like a grenade. Kralmus's keen, battle-wise eyes locked onto the explosive that was coming his way, and he reacted instantly. He'd had enough of letting explosives get him down. He did not intend to suffer the same fate he'd met back in Argovia City.

When the Doom Smiths had replaced Kralmus's gauntlet and hand alike, they had engineered armor and prosthetic to work together. The cybernetic hand was no mere replacement; it was a weapon, a Repulse-hand rigged to be functional through the armored glove. Kralmus raised it now and triggered the miniature repulsor generators inside, directing them at the grenade flying toward him. Rather than landing at his feet, the explosive detonated mid-arc, just one more light in the sky as the battle raged above and below. Now to deal with the thrower. The cannibal's visor back-traced the arc of the throw, identifying a likely origin point. Good enough to start with.

Kralmus triggered his jetpack, but not for a leap. Instead he went straight forward, zooming up the hill, using his own body as a snowplow; his armor was more than resilient enough to take it. A cloud of white exploded all around him, offering cover to those nearby as the impromptu snowstorm obscured all non-enhanced vision. As he approached the origin point of the grenade throw, he triggered his bracer-mounted flamethrower, hosing down the entire area. It wouldn't do much to a beskar-armored warrior directly, but it might cook any less-armored troops in the area... and it would melt the snow, making footing uncertain at best. Putting his foe off-balance was a good first step.

He did not yet recognize his opponent, for the snow had not settled from his passage...

​

 

[Aela Wren]

I R O N S T A R
IN TIME OF WAR
SPACE / ORBITAL SHIPYARD | ROTHANA
ALLIES: Jos Krayt | Verin Oldo | ENCLAVE
ENEMIES: Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN
ENGAGING: Hakon Fett (Not you again, shabuir - kms)
FLEET:

Spoiler

Attack Line:

Flagship: The Narglatch - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

1x M.I Verminoth-Class Star Destroyer
= The Drengir- (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

2x MNV-15 Bes'drahr-class Heavy Cruiser
= The Raptor - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= The Zillo - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

1x MNV-16 Y'ivra-class Interdictor
= The Nebula - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

4x MNV-17 Kyr'am-class Strike Frigate
= The Hailstorm - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= The Javelin - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= The Vornskr - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= The Feral - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

PYRO​

"That cruiser will be floating rubble when I'm done with it!"

Shel slammed an armoured fist against the bridge-rail.
"Tell the Drengir to loose its heavies. I want that thing gone!"
"Yes, Alor'ad." said Kel Awaud before ordering the Destroyer to let loose with its heavy turrets.

The Nautolan was scowling at the viewport. The Mandalorian people had just made it through a crippling ordeal with a wildfire-contagion. Now this. Clan Beroya had lived in peace through most Galactic conflicts - minding their own business - for nigh on a millennia now. Doing simple bounty work and the like.

Then everything went to Haran all at once not too long ago.

The blitz of the Drengir's heavy turbolasers and heavy ions drew her attention back to the present. Not soon after the enemy cruiser that had been firing on them started to sprout flames all over it. Not long after, it started to withdraw from the direct engagement.

"Alor'ad, the Nebula is picking up more enemy readings coming into the system." Jane Awaud said.
"Of course there is. It's a warzone." Shel said as some of the Beroya Frigates swooped down on some enemy ships while everyone's point-defence was working overtime.

"Let's just keep providing cover for our Vode on the Shipyard."

 

[Anja Doreva]

ALLIES: Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN
ENEMIES: Mae Tecono | Jos Krayt | ENCLAVE (sort of - soz)
ENGAGING: Jos Krayt
GEAR: In bio
FLEET:

Spoiler

Attack Line:

Flagship: Fortuna - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

3x Conqueror-Class Star Destroyer
= Aeternae - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Cerberus - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Athos - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

8x Tiburon-Class Corvette
= Charon - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Empusa - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Eidolon - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Keres - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Orthrus - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Argeus - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Scylla - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Aethon - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

WHAT'S COMING TO ME​

"Such a pity, isn't it?"

The Lady of Conquest was standing in front of the viewport of the Fortuna, hands folded behind her back.
"Mistress?" Samron Gerron asked, slightly confused from where he stood behind her
"I never had any qualms with the Mandalorian people. Our men even sport their gear and have been trained by some of them. They're fine warriors - would have been an asset. But this...Mandalorian Enclave - they threaten our very existence. They are no different than the Jedi or the Sith. So how about we make a stand, darling?" Danika asked the Falleen as she turned to face him.
"You do not think our supplier would take offence, Mistress?" he asked her.
"According to these fools' vision, our supplier would be hunted as much as we are. He's supplying Sith as well, remember? I don't he'll mind us thinning them out a bit." she said with a smirk as she turned back to the viewport.

She watched as the battle for the skies ensued. One particular flagship and its escort stood out to her. The battlecruiser was massive - sure to garner fear from some of her men on the other ships. To her, it was just excitement running down her spine. The thrill of the fight.
"Captain, send three of our Corvettes from different angles to soften up that Mandalorian Battlecruiser a bit, please darling." she then asked over her shoulder to Captain Gael Stark.
"Yes ma'am." he said before turning toward the comms panel to relay the orders.

"What are you planning, Mistress?" Samron asked her.
"Nothing yet - I want to see her reaction first. Captain, where do we stand on our armament charges?"
"All charged, my Lady and ready for use." he said.
"Hold for now. And keep the rest of the Corvettes behind the destroyers. I want to see what happens first." Danika said, the curiosity bringing a sly smile to her face.

She'd always been one to study an enemy.

Spoiler: Summary

• Blabbing about mandos and how she doesn't hate them
• Sending 3 Corvettes - the Keres, Charon and Empusa - to do hit and runs on the Vhipirheim to see how it responded Jos Krayt
• Keeping back all other ships
• All armaments fully charged on the Fortuna but withholding fire

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective 2
Allies: Kralmus Orr Yamou
Enemies: Mandos/ Juno Wren


While there had been those dispatched in his stead, the mighty Kyrel Ren couldn’t leave well enough alone. When the mention came of First Imperial secrets located underneath Rothana, he knew that he couldn’t leave it to those sent after it. He couldn’t risk Sith aspirations trying to find whatever was down there. In the end whatever lurked below would belong to him, the ashes of the old order would prevail with the Master of Ren. He hulking behemoth would do what he did best in cutting down any enemy that jeaprodized what was locked up beneath the surface.

Beyond Imperial secrets there was of little use to Kyrel. His Lambda shuttle an arcane relic had zoomed through the snow intense atmosphere. He was accompanied by only one Knight of Ren, a beast ferocious enough to accompany him. The snow howled and came in heavy pockets it made the craft difficult to land. They did manage to land the shuttle if only barely above a cliff side. Just a few inches more and they would have been left tumbling along way across the mountain.

When the landing ramp extended Kyrel was already greeted by the loud booms of artillery. He looked around in perpetual disgust at the annoyance the bucket heads were causing the Maw. Of all the opponents Mandalorians have proven to be the most troublesome bunch. With the red hot glow of the Hunger firmly in his grasp he began the slow walk towards one of the tunnels that ventured deep into the abyss. The hail of blaster fire and artillery pieces grew louder with each careful step he took.

The Devourer himself was annoyed by the prospect of Mandalorians, Sith. Those that thought themselves worthy of what great Imperial minds had. If anything he had no qualms killing a fellow Mawite to safeguard what he thought belonged to him by birthright. Slowly the man would venture into the darkness with the flash of Sith runes to keep himself company. Through the long dark he said little if anything at all, the sounds of battle creating a distant echo.

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Rothana | Sector D-84 | Northwest of Unnamed Island
Equipment: Loadout 2 (No Medical Backpack + Goran’s Stand)
Friendlies: The Enclave | Valery Noble
Hostiles: The Maw | Ada Infernum | Sinestra

Cliffhanger​

The singular gun report of the suppressed particle blaster, only a tad louder than a gentle whisper, was swept away by Rothana’s unforgivingly cold whirl-blast; the particle bolt detonating on the cranium of a Mawite several yards away from the concealed Vizsla, however, was of course loud enough to attract the attention of the other sentry walking a few feet in front of the first man killed. As the soul of the first sentry left his body before the latter even fell to the ground, his dark crimson blood corrupting Rothana’s clean lily-white snow in a gory fashion; the giant of a Mandalorian wasted not a moment with a follow up to neutralize the second sentry. Weapon brought to bear, his movement jittery, the startled sentry scanned his sector to find the intruder as the violent winds masked the whistle of a hatchet; hurled at the man with great force, the second Mawite sentry fell face forward onto the ankle-deep snow as the axe split the back of his cranium in half, burying itself into his skull.

<”Sentries down,”> the giant reported over the comlink to the Master Noble close to his position as he emerged from his concealed position in behind cover and concealment; the large, hooded, arctic camouflaged poncho he wore over his jet-black armor rippled violently against the arctic whirl-blast as the man made his way towards the pair of bodies on the ground; crouching beside the body, the Mandalorian nonchalantly grasped the handle of his tactical hatchet and yanked it free from the Mawite’s head as he rose back up to his feet. <”We’re in the clear for now,”> with a sudden and precise flick of his hand grasping the hatchet, a thin streak of blood flicked onto the snow off of the hatchet. The man took a brief moment to scan his surroundings before moving eastward towards the tree-line at the edge of the shoreline. <”Let’s move.”> The snow crunched and crumbled underneath his boots as he walked at a swift combat pace with his blaster pistol and tactical hatchet combo held at the low-ready.

Although they had snuck around and neutralized several sentries all the while successfully avoiding detection so far, they would eventually figure out somebody was onto them when the sentries failed to report back. The picking up snowstorm would buy them some time, thinking it was the storm interfering with their comlinks.

The Vizsla came to a crouch behind a large, fallen tree trunk in the treeline. Scanning the terrain stretching before them in momentary silence, the man yet again tried to make sense of The Maw’s presence here on this part of the sector specifically, in his mind. There was nothing of strategic value for The Enclave on this part of Sector D-84; there was only a decommissioned supply depot located on the small island stretching before them; abandoned, and long forgotten. There wasn’t supplies left in there to speak of for The Maw to plunder.

Had they truly gotten so desperate, chasing after their scraps to feed their war machine?

The man slowly shook his head to the notion in his mind. He knew better than underestimating the decision making of his enemies, especially The Maw’s. They were a very cunning opponent, through and through.

They had to have a reason to be here, he thought; something to justify the patrols stretching land all across from the West and Northern Bridge, connecting the small island with the mainland. <”What do you think they’re here for?”> the giant of a Mandalorian asked the Master Jetii as he entertained several reasons why they had taken a foothold here, too; his vigilant gaze behind the glowing white visor remained over the frozen body of water stretching towards the Northern Bridge. The snow storm did little to deny him vision with the assistance of his helmet. But even despite that, interestingly enough, he could not detect hostile activity on the island from his position yet.

They would have to take a closer look to uncover their presence here.

​

Spoiler: Movement Tracker For Reference

 

[Jos Krayt]

ROTHANA | ORBIT
THE ENCLAVE | UNITED ENCLAVE NAVY
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | Verin Oldo | Shel Beroya | Mae Tecono
ENEMIES: MAW | Anja Doreva | Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele
ENGAGING: Anja Doreva
GEAR: In bio

Spoiler: fleet

• Flagship:
  • The Vhipirheim (95% | 100%)
  ​
• Support:
  • 2x Verminoth-Class Star Destroyers:
    • The Summa-Verminoth (100% | 100%)
    • The Vengeance (100% | 100%)
  • 1x MNV-16 Y'ivra-class Interdictor
    • The Void (100% | 100%)
  ​
• Front:
  • 3x Rancor-Class Cruisers:
    • The Sunderance (100% | 100%)
    • The Vision (100% | 100%)
    • The Trinity (100% | 100%)
  • 1x Bes’drahr-Class Heavy Cruiser:
    • The Meshurok (100% | 100%)
  ​
• Flank:
  • 6x Acklay-Class Frigates:
    • The Acklay (100% | 100%)
    • The Herald (100% | 100%)
    • The Logos (100% | 100%)
    • The Avenger (100% | 100%)
    • The Nebula (100% | 100%)
    • The Erebus (100% | 100%)
  • 2x Kyram-Class Strike Frigates:
    • The Adenn (100% | 100%)
    • The Marev (100% | 100%)
  ​
• Compliment:
  • ’Howler’ Basilisk War Droids
  • MNV-AV12 Ra'gr Assault Boarding Pod
  • MNV-56 Keldab-class Assault Dropship

THEME​

Jos watched the enemy fleet’s movements carefully as three corvettes broke off from the main group, immediately flanking in various directions as they moved towards them. All the while, long range fire rained down on them from the four Star Destroyers. The composition was interesting to say the least. Hex ships. This was going to be a problem. ”What is the status on our destroyers?” He glanced at Asken.

”Nothing, sir! But those corvettes are coming in fast. We got two frigates moving to intercept, sir.” Asken spoke up beside him as the man studied his terminal. ”Good. They can manage those corvettes. Our priority is the destroyers. That flagship is dangerous.” The ship rumbled again as volleys of turbolasers smashed into the shields. Through the viewport, they watched as two of the frigates broke from their advance to intercept the enemy advance. But apart from that, the enemy fleet held position.

Jos continued to hold his mask in contemplation, as if staring into the eyes of whoever was onboard the enemy flagship. ”They’re testing us.” He muttered.

”Sir?”

”They are waiting to see how we answer. Order the-”

His words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a barrage, streaking towards the approaching corvettes with overwhelming power.

:: This is Summa-Verminoth. We have lift-off. ::

:: This is Vengeance. We have lift-off. ::

From where they stood, the two Star Destroyers moved at full speed to intercept the flanking corvettes with all weapons letting loose on the small vessels. The bridge erupted in cheers as their vode maneuvered to link up with the rest of the fleet, either side of the Vhipirheim like two colossal sentinels. ”Well then. That fleet wishes to receive an answer? Let us give them a sunny Mandalorian welcome.” Jos looked at Asken with a daring grin in his digitized voice. ”Yes sir!”

The two massive cannons swiveled around and elevated, targeting the enemy flagship. Lights dimmed and the ship groaned under the strain as the enormous weapons powered up, until finally two golden beams erupted with the intensity of a star, streaking towards the enemy flagship at blistering speed.

The moment the beams stopped, the ship lurched forward as power returned to its massive engines.

 

[Domina Prime]

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SHIPYARDS, BASE LEVEL

Opposition: Anyone Boarding, Open To Multiple Opponents
Allies: Vren Rook | Kragr Krayt


Concepts of single minded organisms baffled the young xeno as those many azure eyes flicked and darted over the bustling shipyards as the air became thick with tension. Even Dima, daft as she was and unwise in the way of politics and galactic conflicts could sense it, feel it everywhere she went. Fame? Glory? riches beyond measure and a name traveling through whispers of awe and woe? This alone was what many in her culture desired more than anything else in life, their instinct for self preservation nearly nonexistent as they put everything they were on the line for guaranteed destruction. To fight, claw, and become legend. To have her name spoken in folk songs and her life story told as whimsical myth regardless of rather or not her story ended noble or tragically. Dima was many things, but at the moment her mind lingered elsewhere. Just distracted again, lost in her musings of a future within her grasp, a image plagued her mind. A vision of might unyielding...it was right there, mocking here, so close she could taste it.

The idea polluted her core, and had done so ever since she began fully grasping and comprehending the desires of her new hive. They were a warborn people, this lifestyle and way of thinking was taking time to sink in but the more it did the more Dima could feel herself growing. Her bones radiated with a need, an itch that could not be scratched even with brilliant claws like hers.

The war drums were deafening now, rattling and shaking the foundations of the station as the mysterious Sentinel patrolled the elongated, twisting corridors of the REACTOR CORE of the facility, her trusty little droid beside her synced perfectly with the ships systems and security, observing the many separate wings as starfighters swooshed all around them with the ensuing fleet conflict roaring around them.

"We've got multiple breaches on several levels, analysis of enemy forces nearly complete." A hurried voice chirped from the little droid as it levitated beside her head, causing the daydreaming mind of the xeno as her many eyes traced downward with a chitter of her azure, crystal-like teeth. The droids receptor blinked as the Mandalorians helm, tucked beneath one of her lower arms began to audibly ting with a rapid 'clink-clink-clink-clink!' against its surface with a sharp claw of hers.

"Yes, good, more prey to wet Dimas teeth. Keep this one updated on their movements, the forceborn should have stayed in their shrines, kissing the feet of their god~" The feral mannered young lady mused in delight as she brought the helmet up towards her head. Tucking her mane of hair into the back holding piece of her elongated T-visor helmet. The droid gave a blip of approval, uploading positions to the helmet as Dima stayed in the center of the station where it would easiest for her to deploy herself to the most urgent locations.

Within the grip of one of her many arms, was decently sized refined, single bladed axe crafted from solid Beskar. One of Dimas most recent creations from the forge and one in which she was eager to test on her godling foes, also possessing a large shield projector within the vambrace of her upper arm. On hilts, beneath her cloak were four separate smaller weapons stored just in case her main weapon of choice was lost. At her side, leaned against the wall was a selection of slug throwers, a short ranged pump shotgun firing ball bearings was especially a favorite.

"Shipyard is seeing heavy attack! As are a couple of the bays on the base level! I uploaded the quickest route to the nearest enemy infantry lets go!" The droid rushed, hovering off to one of the elevators of the elevators leading to the reactor.

"When we leave lock down access to this room!" She hissed, taking her axe in hand and taking one of the elevators to the lower level.

Within moments, the elevator brought her to the desired floor, exiting the tall xeno warrior shifted her head to the side, the coordinates within her helm guiding her down the hall and to the right near the DOCKYARD BESH. A enemy unit making their way in slowly after boarding the shipyard.

Dima stepped towards them, the large, sharp metal of her axe slamming into the floor and slowly dragging across the floor in one of her upper arms as her lower pair of arms held within it the ball bearing shotgun. Tail swishing in amusement as the sounds of battle and dead emanated through the corridors until suddenly, when finally reaching the central fork of a hallway between all the primary objectives Dima paused, shifted her helm, and witnessed a group of four to five warriors, pulling blades from Mandalorian bodies that now lay lifeless as Dima stood statuesque before them.

They saw her.

She saw them.

They drew their blades and readied themselves, the love of their god emboldening them against any who they believed were just another grunt with a blaster.

They came to her, frenzied war cries erupting as one reached out through the force, attempting to find a grip on the single warrior before them. And after several seconds the walls and metal floor panels around her twisted and crunched from the influence of his power as Dima stood, walking casually towards them with a low chitter as her axe dragged across the floor and spilling out from her back, two thin, razor sharp lashers unfurled from beneath her cloak sneakily as additional assets to deal with the godlings outnumbering her.

And with a cerulean flash of of teeth, claws and steel, carnage unfolded in the central corridors between the HANGER BAY BESH, DOCKING BAY BESH, and MANUFACTURING FACILITIES.

​

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

Location: Rothana, Sector D-84 (on map)
Nearby: Open
Engaging: Open

Equipment in bio.

throwing a stone​

In the pale, icy distance, an oily shade looms atop the highest peak of Rothana's Sector D-84, straight down south of the Enclave's Heavy Weapon Emplacements. The mute winds of the snowy plains below rush upward along the craggy slopes and push small blots of white clouds aloft, hiding-and-revealing the motionless form repeatedly as it stands, black hood and robe fluttering, clinging onto the updraft with its torn, finger-like strands of fabric – and observes the battle unfolding below.

The terror of the Brotherhood had once again descended upon its many enemies, this time spearheaded by the brutal vanguard of the Mawdalorians of the Death's Hand. Indeed it is their fight. Yet the New Sith Order remains ubiquitous in all the Brotherhood's dealings; forever lurking in the shadows… Watching, learning. And right now, on Rothana's arctic surface, it was this brooding speck of shadow violating the pristine horizon that fulfilled the Order's inquisitive tasks. Should one somehow think to peer deeper into the mountainous region southwest, they could notice the hint of something strange; a glistening mask renewed and painted the color of tired blood.

As another white cloud rushes past the foreboding figure, he's nowhere to be seen.

For it moves, keeping distance, unseen and alone, always out of view. It trudges through the thigh-high snow toward the Enclave's defenses, and toward the derelict depot. To serve as a backup plan, should all other advances fail.
​

Where the phantom emerges next is a mystery.

Perhaps behind the Death's Hand warriors.

Perhaps… behind you.