Invasion Gravity - BotM Invasion of Enclave Held Rothana

[Hakon Fett]

Orbital Shipyard, Dock 35
Rothana
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw | LOOT
Enemies: Mandalorian Enclave | Shel Beroya​

Things can't get any better.

"So, no stealing ships this time?"

"Nope. Just parts -- Mandos too suicidal or something. Blew their own ship to keep it off our hands last time around."

"Sounds about right. You figure whatcha gonn' do with your divvy?"

"Oooh, you're gonna love this, Gary. Got a discount at Come Right Inn -- gonna spend it all on two Twi'lek cousins I been eyeing for a while."

"Eyeing? -- but, B-barry... you're... you're a Miraluka!"

**

"Barry and Gary?!" came Gold-Hair Rohak's yell through the tumult of combat within the bay.

"No word yet, Captain!" Bootstrap Lucci replied, huddled behind cover firing potshots with his blaster and praying it hit a Mandalorian.

"Damn it! Ice, can't you sense where the parts warehouse is?"

"I am not a metal detector, Vizsla." the Mistryl Shadow Guard hissed in tone with her lightwhip.

"You're coming real expensive for someone who's got space magic."

"It's called the Force, you moron." she flung her hand in his direction and an invisible tide sent him tumbling away.

"Ugh... how hard it is to pull this? Wait on the scouts to locate the stash and dock right there, snatch it all and bail... but no -- someone decided to crash the Maiden right here at the dock where every living being on this shipyard is anticipating just that; who in the blue hell's our pilot??"

"Barry."

"Barry?!? The Miraluka?!? Then who the hell crashed us here? What happened with the Abyssin we hired??"

"Space dust on Ilum, Cap'n."

"Perhaps hire crewmembers from Point Nadir rather than Tatooine, you cheap buckethead."

"Jetii schut--" once more, the dar'manda was flung by his first mate into a steel crate.

Things can't get any worse.​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Rothana
Tag | Kranak Vizsla Ada Infernum Sinestra

<"Sentries down,">

It was only when these words echoed through her communications device that Valery stepped out of her Force Cloak and faded back into sight for those around her. She had been very close to the enemy sentries just in case one made a move to get away, but as expected, Kranak had it handled and all of them were down in the snow now. The cold of this planet was something that hardly phased her with the Force helping her maintain her body heat, but she had still wrapped some robes around her typical attire to keep herself shielded against the elements should she need it.

Robes she would ditch the moment she got into combat.

"I don't feel more of them, but I do sense something else. Something darker," Valery said after he had caught up and retrieved the axe from the sentry's cracked skull. The Maw had come to this world in full force, with both their darker Mandalorians and Sith fighting to claim this planet. It was far away from the usual borders that called her into action, but after she had spent some time training with the Mandalorians of the Enclave, she had also made a promise to herself to help them in their part of the war against the Maw. Today was her chance to fulfill that promise.

Now with the sentries taken care of, the two began to move and soon reached the western bridge that went across the frozen river. As predictable as it was to go across it, Valery would rather be detected there than on top of a body of ice, where they'd be out in the open and on a surface that limited their movements. So as quickly as she possibly could, she began to cross the bridge towards the Island with him.

<"What do you think they're here for?">

"Orbital scans showed the structure on the Island ahead," Valery said as she glanced down at the integrated computer in her vambrace. "I doubt they're here for ice and snow, so let's go there...." she paused and looked at him as something in the Force kept beating against the edges of her mind. "I feel dark presences moving towards this region as well. If we move fast, we can set up at the depot and engage them there. I'll handle them up-close and you can start with some sniper support."

It was at this point that Valery no longer suppressed herself in the Force, turning herself into a beacon of Light the Sith would undoubtedly sense as well - it was an invitation. She would soon position herself near the entrance, ditched her outer robes, and drew the two hilts of her lightsabers into her hands while her long hair gently swayed along to the cold breeze. Her eyes closed and until their enemies arrived, she would be drawn inwards, focusing on the Force and the guidance it provided.

She was ready.

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[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: Darth Mori | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN (I ain't tagging all you shits again - cope)
ENEMIES: Kragr Krayt | Yenna | The Quartermaster | ENCLAVE
ENGAGING: Kragr Krayt | Yenna

AWAKENED​

Heavy, determined footsteps marched through the bottom hallways of the shipyard.

The Dark Voice had cleared most of the resistance, so the few that dared stand against the Sith Lord fell where they tried to make a stand.

Tython had been the straw that had broken the camel's back. Not only losing the only kin he ever had, but the Mandalorian that had taken a gamble against him had only fueled the hatred within him. Had stripped the last bit of humanity he had left within him.

Now all that remained was a monster.

His own objective was clear as day - destroy the core. Not that he cared anymore. To one such as he, the Order was just a pitstop. Something he had joined alongside his carrion-kin. With the death of the Sith'ari, it had become clear that mere mortals ruled within it. Those without backbone. With limited vision and ideologies. Weaklings.

Another Mando'ad had appeared in his path.
<You have no business here, dar'jetti!> spoke the helmet.
The Lord of the Sith stood still, no expression on his face save for the glowing red eyes.
"Then why am I here, Mando'ad?" he asked in a deep baritone.
In answer, golden bolts of particle was fired at him....

...which got frozen in time.

"Funny thing it is." said the Sith. "I would not have been able to block this if I was a lesser being. Pity you chose to shoot them at me."
Gently, he lowered the bolts to the ground where the explosions then went off harmlessly.
"I wouldn't if I were you."
But the wrist-rocket was fired nonetheless, which got redirected back at the Mando'ad immediately. But the mortal still stirred after the dust had cleared, protected by his beskar'gam.
<Man...dalore is f-f-forever.>
"Yes, but not for you." came the answer before the Mando'ad was raised into the air by his throat...

...and then his neck snapped.

As the being passed the body, he nodded once.
"You would have made a fine warrior against another Sith." he said.

The Dragon had descended on the Mando'ade once more.

 

[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

​

The soft crunch of snow beneath his boots was a welcome relief from the slippery frozen river through which they had traversed. The halfling ignored Infernum's sarcastic remark, a lesson in patience he clearly despised. A time would come when her use would be expended and her voice would be forever silenced, choking on the trenchancy she so adored to employ.

Acherus halted in place, sulfuric orbs scanning the landscape before them. Barren and desolate, draped in a blanket of snow that span across the horizon. The uproar of war left behind drowned in the white silence hanging over their heads. The tranquility resurfaced blurred memories of Thustran churches and their translucent windows awaiting the colorful stains of an artist's brush.

"A blank canvas..." he quietly muttered to himself before his fists clenched into balls and he ordered his men to spread out and move ahead with the gesture of his hand.

"Follow." the Sith uttered to his assassin and marched forward in direction of the abandoned depot.

**

They crossed one final ridge when a lone figure standing at the near-buried entrance of the derelict storehouse and Acherus stopped once more. He cautiously reached out through the Force, exposing his barely concealed presence, and almost yanked his head back in disgust. It reeked of subservience and obedience. Of weakness.

The Force.

Unbent and untamed.

The purposeful march turned into a stomp forward and the light shimmered before the Jedi's eyes as a hooded, dark-robed form materialized from thin air. Resentment permeated the air around him as he came to a halt a dozen and so feet away from the Jedi. A mouth opened in the shadow of his hood, "So the rumors are true..." eyes of sulfur pierced through the murk, examining the woman before him, "Ryv Karis is dead." his tone was insidious but bore tones of familiarity at the mention of the Kiffar's name.

Snap-hiss.

snap-hiss.

Crimson emerged from the crossguard blade held low and pointed to the side. Its sanguine light gleamed the satisfied smirk on the Sith's face.

"...and so are the Jedi." his free hand snapped forward sending a powerful telekinetic blast at the infamous Jedi Master.

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[Kragr Krayt]

THE ONLY THING THEY FEAR IS YOU

ALLIES: Yenna | Brothers & sisters from other mothers
ENEMIES: Dimitri Voltura | All them sons of bitches from BotM
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
Location: Rothana | Orbital Station

The thick smell of blood and mortality eradication filled the hallway as the butchery of the Maw commenced in the brutal verse of death. Sticky mushed brain matter dripped from the head of the heavy Warhammer with an eerie almost calm sound upon hitting the discoloured metallic floor by which the giant stood.

The emotionless t-visor looked down at the Maw soldier that he had shattered the head in with the Warhammer and felt the bloodlust pump wildly through his veins. Kragr snapped his head up ahead and watched a legless Maw soldier attempt to climb towards his weapon, a blaster.

Slowly Kragr turned his attention to the dying soldier and menacingly walked through a river of crimson blood. Hearing the slow but heavy footsteps of doom grow closer, made the Maw soldier only push harder to get to the weapon despite a pulsating pain burning hot through his entire body.

Struggling a bit, the Maw soldier turned around and proceeded to hip-fire at the mountain-sized Mandalorian as a last attempt to take the enemy out. Four times the Maw soldier shot, four times the bolts ricocheted off of the heavy beskar-plates adorn upon the large frame of Kragr Kryat. The only reaction the Maw soldier gained, was the slight twitch of the helmet or upper body when the bolts ricocheted off, leaving black marks in the metallic hallway around them the bolts hit instead.

"FOR THE BROTHERHOO~...."

With a brutal overhead swing, Kragr slammed his Warhammer into the soldier's head, delivering his judgement of death. More brainwashed soldiers came running down the hallway towards Kragr, blasters and vibroblades in hand firing as they charged the massive veteran warrior. Pulling his hammer free from the mess below him, Kragr cracked his neck two times as blaster bolts either flew past him or ricocheted off of his armour.

Like a furnace, Kragr's bloodlust burned like hellfire as he tightened his grip he released a thunderous roar of pure adrenaline rivalled only by a Krayt Dragon and charged the Maw Soldiers head-on.

 

[Juno Wren]

Khael Vhijaric Kyrel Ren Yamou
​

Beneath the frigid gloom of Rothana's wan sky, the fight between the Death's hand and the Enclave commandos was already underway. Explosions lit the icy horizon, rumbled the frozen earth, and echoed through the frigid hills and mountains. A ship roared over the battle, piercing the wafting veil of smoke and snow to land beside an old access tunnel that led into the bowels of the derelict First Order bunker.

<"Look sharp boys. We've got contact.">

Juno watched the old lambda class shuttle land through the scope of her Double-E. She was perched like a nesting eagle higher on the ridge, her presence hidden by the taozin skin nodule that dangled from her neck, tucked beneath layers of beskar of armorweave.

<"Roger that, alor'ad."> Kato Wren was an old soldier, a heavy who had survived the destruction of Mandalore. <"I sent that kid, Khael, to secure the intel.">

Juno scowled. Those hadn't been her orders. They were supposed to stay together. After proving her mettle by capturing Gorba the Hutt and besting two of his best enforcers in combat, high command had seen fit to make Juno a squad leader. But since they'd landed on Rothana, her cousin, for all of his verbal deference, undermined her at every opportunity. She wanted to fly down into the tunnels and punch him in his grizzled face- instead, she studied the two figures that had exited the shuttle.

No way, is that…

She toggled her zoom to sniper mode and zeroed in on the smaller of the two hulking figures. She felt her hair stand on end- already, her adrenaline was surging. There was no mistaking it. The Devourer himself had come.

<"Kato, finish booby trapping the tunnel and fall-back! Kyrel Ren is headed your way!">

Kyrel and Yamou disappeared into the tunnel, swallowed up by the darkness. Juno threw the camouflaging cover from her shoulders and half hopped half ran down the ridge, boots crunching in the snow, satchel bouncing on her hip.

<"Fall back?! There's four of us, alor'ad. You think you're hotchit since you captured Gorba, but I've been a soldier since before you were born, girl. We ain't falling back.">

<"Kato-!">

The channel went silent.

Dank ferrik! She switched channels.

<"Khael, get to the forward tunnels, now! Kato and the others are about to get slaughtered. I'm on my way!">

​

 

[Andras Garon]

Location: Shipyards, near Hangar Bay Aurek
Equipment: Beskar'gam; Heartseeker; Phase-Blade x2; Blaster Rifle, Assorted Grenades
Allies: The Enclave
Enemies: Maw; DARKCOM ​

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The Maw had come to Rothana.

While his Cousin was away, fighting the Sith on Panatha the Dark Horse and remaining Commandos loyal to House Garon and the Enclave found themselves here. In the Shipyards orbitting the icy world. While battles waged on the world below Andras was determined to make the Brotherhood of the Maw pay in the black above the planet.

They mustered in Hangar Bay Aurek, a dozen of them armed with Blasters, Slug Throwers and most other forms of conceivably weaponry. Andras held the Beviin, Heartseeker in his right hand and called out...

"The Enemy has come for this shipyard and your lives, make them choke on their blood!"

...he raised the Beviin then, pumping it into the air once as the men with him cheered before they turned to march out of the Hangar Bay and into the twisting corridors beyond. It wasn't long before first contact was made. Commandos over comms called it out as the first Marauders they saw charged their ranks and met blasterfire in return.

Insofar as the Dark Horse was concerned keeping this location of the Shipyards clear of the enemy was paramount. He'd heard comms chatter that fighting was heavy down near Dockyard Besh and the corresponding Hangar Bay, the Maw have come in heavy there but their forces would spread eventually until nothing was safe.

As Andras came up on the flanks of several Commandos he'd raise his left hand, signalling the advance before the Commandos started to push while he called loudly...

"For Kestri!"

...it made no sense to call for Mandalore now, a world that had been strip mind and raped of many of its natural resources. Now they were hear fighting for the Enxclave, for their culture and Kestri was their new homeworld. No one who followed the resol'nare would give an inch to anyone attempting to take what was theirs.

 

[Yenna]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Enclave | Kragr Krayt
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
GEAR: In bio

NIGHTCALL​

Another bolt was deflected back at a Mawite as Yenna paused for a moment to take a sip from her flask, quickly chucking it back into her pocket again as she hopped away to push her attack. She hated killing. She despised the mere thought of taking another life. She was convinced that there was hope for the poor souls fighting under the banner of the Maw… but it was no use. Not in this fight. It was either her or them. As much as she wanted to give her life to save all these people, it was little more than a fever dream.

The shattering of another skull drew her attention as she looked over to her companion. He was a brute of a man, built like a giant with the strength of one too. She had to give credit where it was due, he was a great warrior without a doubt. But to see him not only take their lives so easily, but in such a barbaric way as well, made her wish he had rather brought a blaster.

”A hammer, do you really need?” She asked him with a defeated tone as she hopped on his shoulder and landed in front of him, her lightsaber deflecting bolt after bolt before she sprinted off again. She became little more than a green blur as her cyan blade moved with precision to take out the Mawites in a far more humane way.

But as she cleared the wave, she paused and looked around. ”No…” Her golden eyes turned to look at Kragr. ”Kragr… here, someone is. Very dangerous…” She spoke up with worry in her eyes.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

How dare they?

The half Arkanian rapidly pulled her cortosisweave bodysuit over her frame, hurriedly grabbing a hair tie.

How dare they?

She pulled her long hair back, tying it in a tight bun. She looked into the mirror, glaring in rage.

How dare they?

She ran to a pile of plating. She started securing the beskar armor, connecting it to the armorweave. Putting on her beskar'gam, she felt excitement rattling her bones. She started picking out her weapons. Objects of destruction, cleansing fire. She equipped herself, picking up her buy'ce. As she placed it over her head, she smirked.

The Maw dared to invade the ones who wished nothing but death on them? Those fools had no idea what they were about to face...

​

Gwyneira Krayt was used to winter, living and breathing Kestri's eternal arctics. These conditions were far from daunting to someone who had hiked Kestri's peaks on many occasions. The jagged blades of stone in the Rothana gulches were easy to navigate with her jump boots, gliding silently around the crevices of rock. She eventually found a comfortable spot, pulling one of the two rifles she brought out. Entering prone position, she gazed out into the valley wastes below. In order to get to their precious info, the Mawites had to traverse the bitter frost paths between points A and B. On her own, a solo Karjr, Gwyn was taking it upon herself to snipe off smaller squads from the walls of rock in the gulch. She took aim upon a group of soldiers, trekking through five feet tall snow lakes. She aimed her Distant Chill and fired, sniping the enemy with charric blue bolts. The troops spotted the ranger, but acted too slow. The entire squadron fell dead.

With a smirk, the Mandalorian pulled her rifle off the ground and jumped off the ledge. Using her jetpack, she landed on the ground and darted towards the bodies. She used her jump boots to increase her speed as she looked down at the bodies and once again checked enemy comms. Another force was to the east... a large one... lead by -

Kyrel Ren.

Gwyn scowled beneath her visor. She had faced the undead beast before. Hearing that he was here again, she felt dread for the first time in this battle. Still, she kept her cool as she moved the bodies. She could not have the entire Maw army seeing their own shot dead without explanation. Even then, Gwyn was a drifter in this gulch. She never attacked in the same place twice. Even if comm communication told of a lone sniper, they would never be able to track her. She jetpacked up again before turning her stealth tech on. She cloaked herself and slipped away, heading for her new target.

​

Through the rocks, light footed despite heavy gear, Gwyn reached out with the Force, sensing where the Dark Side dwelled in the valley. She was unwilling to directly track Kyrel's presence, as a connection to his Force Signature could lead him to her as well. Instead, she sensed out the general cold of the Dark Side. Coming closer to the area of her attention, she pulled Distant Chill off her back again. In the distance, she saw a lone figure breaking away from the group and bending down to look at something while the rest of the unit progressed. She slipped behind some more boulders and pulled her microbinocular down. She turned, bent down, raising her rifle and gazing into the sniper scope. She saw...

... a droid.

No. No, not a droid. She could sense a Force Signature, a living soul in there. Cyborg? Furthermore, she sensed the emotions. Spite, self pity, and determination. This was a lieutenant of the Maw. Whether or not he be Sith or some other dark sider, she sensed that darkness in him.

She gazed through the scope, wind swirling snow around her, and observed him. The metal must be ridiculously strong, for a living soul to trust it as his body in battle. She lowered the rifle... Even Distant Chill's charric rifle was not going to cover this one. She hung the rifle over her back and pulled another one off. This rifle was folded in half, and frosted over from the elements. She snapped on the electricity in her gauntlets, using the heat to melt the thin ice off before snapping the folded rifle into one. The rifle was massive, larger than even Gwyn in total size. She shifted, entering the prone stance carefully with such a weapon. The Anti-Material Rifle, courtesy of Maji Ironworks, was a beautiful light vehicle crusher. If it could pierce small ships and vehicles, it could shatter the defenses of his armor. She aimed for the chest, not wanting to damage the computer circuitry.

She wanted to reverse engineer that sweet cyborg tech after this was over.

She took aim, carefully. As the roar of the winds resounded, she placed her finger over the trigger.

This was where the fun began.

BLAM!

ooc info

Spoiler

Tags:
Darth Saevius

Equipment:
Beskar'gam + everything linked in this sub
Cybernetic eyes
Model 6 Pistols [2, hung on hip]
Borealis Pistol [Over left shoulder]
Ra'ntisr Pistol [Over right shoulder]
The Twins [Stored inside cybernetic leg]
Skathe Slugthrower Pistols [On hip holsters, 2]
The Distant Chill [Hung on back]
Anti-Material Rifle [Currently in use, hung on back in prone sniping position]
Grenades [Stored on belt, 3]
More grenades [On belt, 3]
Grenades but for droids and cyborgs [On belt, 3]
Lightsaber 1 [on hip, behind back]
Lightsaber 2 [on hip, behind back]
Shoto Lightsaber [over left shoulder]

 

[Verin Oldo]

TASK FORCE SCARIF
ROTHANA SYSTEM
FAR-SIDE OF THE PLANET

->-<-

ROTHANA | ORBIT
THE ENCLAVE | UNITED ENCLAVE NAVY
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | Jos Krayt | Shel Beroya | Mae Tecono
ENEMIES: MAW | Anja Doreva | Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele

​

“It isn’t what we’d hoped for if I’m frank,” spoke Verin Oldo, commander of the Task Force that sat in orbit above the planet below.

The Minister of Defence didn’t hesitate to deliver the comment in a tone that suggested levity at such a crucial moment. The other senior officers on board smirked themselves, taking each other in and refocussing on the large tactical display at their fingertips. The imposing table, displaying the planet, the shipyards and all allied and enemy elements in the system, was flashing all manner of colours and icons. He placed an index finger to the opposite side of the planet to where his task force was planted, a series of nine large and imposing warships of the Maw making their ominous way towards the shipyards the Enclave were sworn to protect, both Mandalorian and Non-Mando alike.

Today, Verin acted in the capacity he was best known for; Admiral. The trio of battlecruisers that formed the spearhead of the task force were formidable. The Samrata was the traditional flagship of the Fleet doctrine that Verin employed, a hangover from his former days as a high-ranking Confederate. Famed for its bristling emplacements and twin solar-ion cannons, the Victator-class had seen its fair share of engagements and survived.

Those days were long gone.

The addition of the Thoros-class was a sight to behold, another violent and dominating component that could hold its own in combat. Today belonged to the latest member of the Enclave’s naval prowess.

The Antioch-class was the latest supercarrier out of the famed Roble shipyards and utilised the latest technology that the giant could produce. It could field a huge complement of fighters, as well as twin solar-ions, orbital cannons and an array of otherwise deadly turrets, blasters and turbolasers. In short, the behemoth had ‘target’ written in large letters all over it. However, the floating fortress could deal out a remarkable amount of pain, Oldo hoped. The space trials had been effective but they were yet to be seen in true combat.

He now stood on the impressively wide command bridge on the newly crowned UES Pathfinder, the latest ship to hold that name. It was a profound honour to hold the title, the last ship to hold it participating in some of the galaxy’s most ferocious engagements, sacrificed above Tython to the threat of the Maw. This was the Enclave’s revenge; that the Pathfinder would return.

The rest of the Task Force was made up of the usual complement of Star Destroyers, Frigates, Cruisers and Flak support ships, many of them able to deploy fighters. The wing the Force could command was dazzling and the mix of both manned and droids starfighters made for a real challenge to enemy emplacements and defences.

“Commanders, return to your ships. I want two attack lines formed up behind the ‘heavies’. Pathfinder to lead the charge, Samrata to her port, Bulwark to her starboard. Give em three big targets and we’ll let the others pour through the gaps, get amongst their ships. I don’t count any support vessels so we might just evade them.”

Oldo nodded as the various high-ranking officers made for their shuttles, his own team remaining in place around him. He placed his hand reassuringly on the Captain of the Pathfinder.

“It’s a fine ship, DeNoit. She’ll do you proud.”

DeNoit, a severe-looking Echani with short hair, smiled. She nodded in respect to her CO.

“We won’t let you down, sir.”

Verin nodded in return, the pleasantries giving way to the sickly stomach he always felt when the ships began to lurch. Not because of the motion sickness, but because he always felt it might be his last journey.

He wasn’t ready to die.

Just yet.

“Shields to Full. Front deflection to the maximum. All weapons armed. Get those Solar-Ions ready and charged. We might not have many chances to use them today.”

A chorus of ‘ayes’ rang out as the command bridge crew acknowledged his orders, Oldo making his way towards a dais set aside, overlooking the large window that comprised the entirety of the bridge. He tapped the right of the throne-like command chair and watched as the ships began to make their way round from the left of the planet below, the vastness of its body stretched out before them.

“T-minus twelve minutes till we are in view of the Shipyards, sir.”

“Thank you, Watch. Keep her steady and watch those contacts. They’ll see our fleet moving towards them. Broadcast our position to Vemric Keldra and to the other Enclave forces in the area. They’ll need to know we’re on our way and feeling frisky.”

He chuckled to himself, as he so often did. He was calm. Reticent, perhaps.

There never really was a good day to die.

No point worrying about it.

Spoiler: Task Force

UES Pathfinder-Antioch-class Supercarrier (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)
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UES Samrata-Victator-class Battlecruiser (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Bulwark II-Thoros II-class Siege Battlecruiser (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

***

UES Catapult-Grievous-class Star Destroyer (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Flying Avento-Grievous-class Star Destroyer (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)


UES Invader-Argente-class Assault Cruiser (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Scarif-Argente-class Assault Cruiser (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

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UES Diplomat-Murkhana-class Escort Frigate (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Promise-Murkhana-class Escort Frigate (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Destiny-Murkhana-class Escort Frigate (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Ra’Katha-Murkhana-class Escort Frigate (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)


UES Chimeara-Terrus-class Flak Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Trinity-Terrus-class Flak Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Bastion-Terrus-class Flak Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Signature-Terrus-class Flak Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)


UES Warlord-Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Invicta-Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Hummingbird-Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Hamra-Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

 

[The Quartermaster]

M O T H E R​

Objective: Defend Rothana
Allies: Romul Saxon | Zhara Krayt | Kragr Krayt | Yenna | Andras Garon
Enemies: Dimitri Voltura | DARKCOM
Engaging: Darth Mori

Rothana was supposed to be their future.

The ancient industrial powerhouse of a planet had come into the Enclave's position already after they had begun their initial expansion, and it had taken years of hard labor just to revive the planet's shipyards to be functional. That had been accomplished, for Mandalorians did not shy away from any task no matter the challenge, nor the cost. And now, the future of the Enclave, the first of the mighty Ha'rangir-class Star Destroyer, was being constructed upon the very same shipyards that they now stood upon.

And the Maw -- the Sith -- sought to destroy it all.

The Quartermaster had been personally overseeing the final touches of construction, the Star Destroyers ready to launch, when the Maw's invading fleet had dropped out of hyperspace on top of them. The Mandalorian ships in orbit had been few and easily overwhelmed; what survivors there had been had made their way aboard the space station or to the planet below to defend there. The Maw's attack had been swift, fierce, and merciless, cutting a path into the shipyard straight for their target: the reactor core.

And that was where the Quartermaster had been separated from her children, her people. The move towards the core had isolated the two sides, as that was the main point of egress between the two levels of the station. Isolated but for her valiant honor guard -- Kabr Ordo, Jax Krayt, Alyia Beroya, Borros Vizsla, Jaena Rook, and Sabine Bralor -- who wore the Rekr Beskar'gam and carried the I'dadr beskad, both of her own design, along with their standard weapons. The Quartermaster herself was not a fighter, but the traditional-made beskar hammer and tongs she carried a symbol of her status as Forgemaster were deft enough to cut through steel. Against the seven, the Maw raiders that had come their way had stood no chance.

Until now. Until a woman robed in inky, but plain, black came into the hallway leading from the reactor with a choking brother, who's body collapsed under the massive hammer that the woman wielded. Though she bore no heraldry, she was mistakeable: Darth Mori, heiress to Solipsis's barbarous Empire, Dark Lord of the Sith.

There was no preamble to their confrontation. One would survive, and one would not. This much they both knew.

But who would fall had yet to be decided.

 

[Romul Saxon]

W A R M A S T E R
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Objective: Make War
Allies: The Quartermaster | Zhara Krayt | Kragr Krayt | Yenna | Andras Garon
Enemies: Darth Mori | Dimitri Voltura | DARKCOM
Engaging: Khamul Kryze

The Sith dared to attack Rothana. They dared to attack the Enclave.

They dared to attack MANDALORIANS.

If the Sith came today, then so be it. But they would only find death from Romul's blade.

He had been a member of the party aboard the shipyard during the initial attack, present to overview the launch of the Enclave's newest Star Destroyers. The powerful Ha'rangir-class was modeled after the Mandalorian dreadnoughts of old, and watching their construction had brought pride to Romul's heart. They were to be the flagships of the Enclave, to bring new Mandalorian might to the space they had carved out for themselves in the Outer Rim. Soon, he knew, they would be the vanguard of a fleet feared by the entire galaxy; but for now they were still docked to a shipyard. A shipyard that was failing, and dangerously close to falling by the second.

But even more important: Romul had been separated from his liege, the Quartermaster, Buir to the Clans. She was the head of the Enclave, and their priority even above the costly Star Destroyers. And she was above on the Administrative level while he and his soldiers, the proud of Clan Saxon, the deadly of the Si'kayha Commandos, were below. They were not a large force, though their numbers had been bolstered by the escaped crews of the motley Mandalorian fleet that had been standing guard, now scattered or destroyed by the Maw onslaught, and by the several thousand Cernr droids that comprised of the majority of the shipyard's workforce.

"We make for Dockyard Besh!" Romul ordered, shouting over the sounds of battle as his war axe separated a Mawite raider from its head. "Undock the Star Destroyers, and find an access point to the top deck!" He bellowed.

 

[Kale Onara]

OBJECTIVES: Defend Rothana, Wipe out all enemy forces
ALLIES: All Enclave Mando'ade, others....maybe
ENEMIES: All Maw forces, All Sith

TAGS: Siv Dragr, Erion Justeene


Kale Onara grinned watching the Maw forces advance straight into his welcome message aka a trap. Ostensibly, it made sense for them to go this way considering this was the quickest way to get to the fighting in this sector. Too bad for them, Kale figured that out too. He activated his jetpack and flew across to his pre-designated position along the wall of the chasm and set up his customized A280C rifle up on the rock. Looking through his rifle's scope, he could see a line of Maw armor along with a platoon of their infantry making their way into chasm. He then checked the remote detonator that was linked to several good sized detpacks that would cause a chain reaction that would end up bring down tons of snow, ice, rock and debris on the entire column. Getting a green light, all Kale had to do was wait for them to rumble into position, push a button and watch the show.

And what a show it was...

Kale pushed the "FIRE" button and all hell broke loose as half a dozen detpacks went off in sequence and about 1/2 a kilometer of the ravine came down upon the Maw forces with a thunderous rumble that made a starship maximum burn take off in atmosphere sound like a Bantha fart. His grin grew into a full blown smile. He made sure to record the entire show for the archives and did one final sweep with his scope to check for any survivors. He saw none but even there were survivors, they'd be hating life so bad right now that he wasn't worried about them. Putting the detonator away and collecting his rifle, Kale fired up his jetpack again and flew toward the fighting to see what other trouble he could cause the Maw forces. His visor began picking up nearby fighting and he began scanning to see either which enemies to wipe out or join up, any allies that might need help or his fellow vod to fight beside for fun...

 

[Maverick Steele]

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Obj 1: Retribution
Space Combat / Orbital Station Duels
ENEMIES: ENCLAVE | Jos Krayt I Shel Beroya I Mae Tecono I Verin Oldo
ALLIES: MAW | Anja Doreva | Marlon Sularen

Spoiler: fleet

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 watched as his allies formed up along him in a battle line of fleets. He was amazed at the fact that a faction could bring forth such massive fleets to combine with one another but quickly turned his attention back to what was happening in front of him. He was waiting for someone to act and Anja Doreva did just that. She sent a few corvettes directly at the enemy flagship, no doubt to see how he would react. And react they did! They ( Jos Krayt ) first sent a few frigates after them and this was the chance that Mav was looking for to test one of his new weapons, the Swordfish Frigate. It had a beam cannon that could obliterate other Frigates and Corvettes. "Have the Swordfish target that lead Frigate with its primary weapon!" Mav ordered his fleet commanders. "Yes, Admiral" the underling quickly replied.

At first, Mav was unsure of the plan. Although the cannon was powerful enough to destroy the Frigate in a single shot, it was not very accurate unless the target was pretty still. The the luck changed in his favor as the enemy then dispatched two Star Destroyers to attack the Corvettes which caused the two Frigates to cease their chase and slow.

"Fire!" Mav shouted as he did not want to lose the opportunity at the vulnerable target.

The beam came out suddenly and struck the Frigate dead center which caused it to.....? Jos Krayt

Mav could not wait to see if the beam had landed or not as the instruments at his left went crazy. It was a sensor grid and it was alerting him to the additional enemy fleet that was approaching. Verin Oldo His eyes widened as he saw the 3 primary ships of the incoming fleet. They were large and definitely in charge, and not only that, but also a score of smaller support frigates and cruisers were at their flanks. He quickly alerted his allies, however, they most likely already saw the new foe entering the ring.

 

[Sisserith]

Location: South of Maintenance Facilities, Administrative Sector, Orbital Shipyards - Orbit of Rothana
Allies: BotM (Darth Mori Dimitri Voltura Darth Mori)
Enemies: ME ( Romul Saxon Kragr Krayt Domina Prime ) │ GA ( Yenna )
Direct Engagement: Faison Kelborn

A tide of bodies.

Driven by bloodlust, fanaticism, violence, or simply brutal obligation, marauders spilled into the halls of the shipyards in a seemingly chaotic assault that in truth was a painstakingly coordinated affair. Every team had their objectives, assignments, and positions to play. For her part, Sisserith had been assigned to the teams tasked with capturing the mainframe and downloading its data. The ships being manufactured here were among the most technologically-advanced in the galaxy, an area where the Maw historically lagged behind. As such, it went without saying that any schematics which could be obtained might prove extremely valuable, giving the Maw a leg up where previously it was often outmatched.

Motivated by bloodlust, Sisserith was much happier now as compared to her relative grumpiness during the recent slave raid on Argovia, when she was capturing targets to be used as slaves to fuel the Mawite war machine. Unfortunately, there had been certain annoying restrictions which she had been forced to adhere to by necessity of the raid’s objectives. But now, the Seseli was free to use the full spectrum of lethal force to see her mission complete.

Needless to say, that was exactly what Sisserith intended to do.

The Sithspawn pulled no punches as she let loose with two of her pistols on the Enclave Marines, their bolts striking the soldiers with explosively disruptive effect. A quick, vicious salvo cut down a trio of Marines who she had caught out of cover, rendering the Marines as naught but ashes and a few disembodied chunks which hadn’t been entirely vaporized. So far, Sisserith had yet to run into any Mandalorians like she had on Argovia, but she sensed that they were closing in on the area she was located.

She could smell notes of beskar in the shipyard’s recycled air, at which point the Sithspawn’s nostrils flared with primal bloodlust and excitement as she stepped over the disembodied remains of the Marines, intent upon satisfying an instinctual hunger!

 

[Shai Maji]

ROTHANA | SECTOR D-84
ALLIES: Enclave
ENEMIES: The Maw
ENGAGING: Darth Ptolemis
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

Kneeling on the wall of the long Western Bridge, Shai carefully watched as the Maw came down and clashed against the Enclave’s forces almost immediately. The frozen surface devolved into a warzone in a matter of moments. Si’kahya and Marines clashed against Mawites and all manner of other vile cannon fodder the Maw could scrounge up. So far into the galaxy, they were dangerously stretched… she was sure they knew it too.

They would fight like hell for this planet.

The wind blew around her and snow collected over her armour and the fur collar around her neck, but she was hardly bothered by the cold. Even with her helmet clipped to her belt, she merely knew that it was cold. It reminded her of her old body, how the cybernetics were numb to any and all input. But as she grasped a bunch of snow with her exposed hand, those thoughts dwindled. No, this was nothing like then.

Xyoz helped her. In more ways than one. She was happy, for once in many years, she found herself dwelling on the thought of hanging up her armour and putting away her weapons. Especially with what they found during their last reunion. She would go back soon. But she had business to settle with the Maw first.

Kranak and Valery were soon on the move. They likely didn’t even know she was there, watching them with the eyes of a hawk. That was fine with her. They still didn’t know yet. Of what happened on Ilum. What happened on Argovia. It was probably better.

Her gaze shifted again, and another figure caught her notice for a moment. A dark figure shuffling through the snow. A snarl formed as she slipped her helmet on and rose to her full height atop the bridge. Like a gargoyle she stood and waited, watching the figure as he drew closer.

She wanted him to see her. A taunt to the Sith. No matter how hard they tried to hide, how much darkness they cloaked themselves in, the Wardog would always find them.

 

[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: Kranak Vizsla | Valery Noble

SHADOWS RISE​

She could feel him seething.

It brought a silent smirk to her face as they stepped onto solid ground again. She was no fool, however. Ada knew he would have offed her already if her skillset wasn't so valuable.

Unfortunately for him, two could play that game.

The snow-covered area was desolate. To the Assassin, it was too quiet. Her senses were on high alert, ready to fade into the shadows at a moment's notice. So when Acherus told her to follow, the Ember scowled. Walking into the lion's maw.

The Vahla stopped in her tracks a pace or two before the Sith did. In an instant, she abandoned Acherus to his own devices so she could fade into the shadows - the Force Cloak her own once more, keeping her nigh on invisible.

Like a cat in the night, she slinked around the area while Acherus with his overt ways kept the attention on him. The Ember's fiery eyes scanned the surroundings. There was no chance that a Jedi would be here on their own.

She needed a vantage point.

Moving like a spectre, she headed up a ridge to get a lay of what was going on. It was here that she was just in time to see Acherus igniting his blade. Attention on the fight below, the Assassin nearly stepped on a prone body resembling the snow-covered rocks around it.

In her angst to avoid stepping on it, the Force Cloak dissipated, revealing her to the world around her. Immediately, her flexible body flipped away from the precarious position. Upon straightening up, a crimson blade ignited from the hilt that had appeared in her hand.
"Get up!" the Ember hissed.

The surprise she had was blown. There was only one way out of the predicament now.

 

[Fenn Stag]

SHOCK AND AWE

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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 x2 Grenades l Cybernetic arm.

Tags: Kralmus Orr


Rockets encroached on their position, shattering rock and sending one of the team members flying, screaming into the white abyss of snow that surrounded them. The firefight was in full effect. The ambush site was set- now the real part could begin. Their spacing was standard of that of any military operation, roughly 5-10 meters apart, to cover a more effective kill zone- and to prevent explosives from detonating on them in a catastrophic fashion. They were also staggered to avoid an enfilade- their hastiness provided them with limited options. But they did have one more part to play...

Smoke.

The second part of the ambush, and perhaps moreso the intent, was not to effectively destroy the enemy, but to delay their assault to allow the other Enclave units time to set up a more defensible position. To that end, smoke grenades were employed- and with the limited resources in terms of explosives and heavy weaponry the Commandos had, it was nearly their last play. They covered the ambush site and their own position with smoke, dense, heavy smoke that obscured infrared sensors and generally looking around unpleasant.

Which worked both ways.

Just after Fenn threw his smoke grenade- a great looming, red devil came out of the darkness. Like the demons from the mud, he said nothing and simply pointed his flamethrower. All Fenn could do was roll- the flames scorching the back of his beskar armor. He had to initiate contact- his footing was given away. He slid as the ice gave way, forming slush beneath his feet. He had to move to the threat, and it was close.

His left arm- that awful, mean, beskar-weaved cybernetic arm, held in a crushgaunt, did not retaliate by shooting at him, or using his own flamethrower, no. He had to create distance. Shockboxing was an artform that, thanks to Kaiden Rohn , was prevalent in the Republic military. As such, up until Fenn was a young adult, his days were spent boxing. And Kaiden had a rule- aiming for the head was only an option if you knew you were going to hit it. And hitting someone in the head that had a helmet, much less a helmet with horns, was about as stupid as one could get.

So he elected to curl his fingers into a fist, cock back his cybernetic arm- and went to punch, through the smoke, fog of war- at Kralmus' chest, right in the center of his armor. The ambush had failed to decimate the enemy like the Commandos hoped, but it would be successful in another key aspect- delaying. All Fenn and the other Commandos had to do now was survive against the Maw's savagery.

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[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

All Ghillied Up​

The woman beside him behind the fallen tree trunk stood up and began moving southward from their position as she spoke her mind. Without a moment’s pause the giant followed suit. Watching their small formation’s rear, he left five meters of spacing between himself and the Master Jetii for ease of movement in the event of an attack, while she spoke her mind; it of course was not difficult to perceive her answer by just observing her movement. They were going to take a closer look to discover the Maw activity in this area.

The West bridge laid just up ahead.

"Orbital scans showed the structure on the Island ahead," Valery said as she glanced down at the integrated computer in her vambrace. "I doubt they're here for ice and snow, so let's go there...."

He shook his head at her as they began crossing the bridge. <”It doesn’t make sense,”> the giant muttered to her, verbalizing his disagreement. <”It’s an old, decommissioned supply depot. Alone, it does not possess any strategic value to hold for their attack on the planet,”> the giant thought to himself aloud. There was only leg infantry they had come across thus far. From what they could see The Maw hadn’t brought any indirect fire support assets to deploy them here on this part of the sector, either.

Perhaps there was something they were missing here that prevented them from seeing the full picture.

What was it their enemies sought here?

As the Jetii trailed off, coming to an abrupt pause on the bridge, the giant brought the verpine battle rifle to bear; the vigilant gaze underneath the glowing helmet visor of the giant scanned the surrounding terrain and the road, carpeted with snow, leading northwards to a Y-intersection that lead to the long abandoned supply depot.

Hearing the woman turn around to face him briefly before she spoke, the Vizsla shot her a brief glance before looking down his anti glare scope again.

She paused and looked at him as something in the Force kept beating against the edges of her mind. "I feel dark presences moving towards this region as well. If we move fast, we can set up at the depot and engage them there. I'll handle them up-close and you can start with some sniper support."

The man gave a curt nod of his head in response to setting up an ambush. <”Doubt they’d pass off a warm welcome in a cold like this, hmm?”> the giant of a Mandalorian joked as he gave a nod towards the snowstorm that engulfed them all. <”Let’s pick up the pace, then.”> he said as he moved past her, taking point as he proceeded at a sprint. He was untroubled by the presence of the Sith in this part of the sector, but very much intrigued as to why they were here. Whatever it was they sought here, the man wagered they’d see it for themselves at one point.

<”Alright,”> the man came to a halt at the side of the road, standing before the steep front of a low rise ridge. <”This is my stop here. I’ll provide overwatch for you once I’m set up,”> the Vizsla said as he slung the rifle behind his back and began climbing. It wasn’t long after they separated the giant found a favorable spot on the low rise ridge line; the frozen and long forgotten depot’s entrances laid underneath.

Crouched behind the defilade to avoid getting detected by showing his silhouette, despite the cover of the snowstorm, the Mandalorian moved into position slowly, going prone upon finding a spot that served him the best in this situation. Though he knew for a fact that if Valery could sense their presence, they very well sensed theirs in return. No matter how cautious he moved to avoid detection, he knew full well he’d be forced to go loud.

Positioning his blaster rifle where he could grab it more easily once chit would inevitably hit the fan, the man prepared for that after adjusting his rifle’s scope for the correct engagement range, the extreme windage and weather conditions alike; the wind was going to be the problem above all else, but as long as it was consistent, he’d easily make do.

Looking through the glass, the crosshair of the scope shifted over to the woman standing in the open with her lightsabers in her grasp, waiting at the ready. <”I’m in position,”> the giant reported over the comlink as he shifted the anti glare scope elsewhere, scanning the terrain to spot targets ahead of her. He found what he sought a few moments after; one by one they appeared onto his sights from the north, making their approach to the depot from multiple angles in advance of their overlord. <”Heads up, I got two- no, three in sight,”> the giant reported to her over the comlink as he allowed them to move into position; he set the crosshair of his scope on the closest of the gunmen, waiting for the opportune moment to take the shot, all the while keeping an eye on Valery as the fourth enemy contact, a Sith, emerged to confront her. <”And there’s the head honcho,”>

As their blades ignited for the duel inevitable, the Mandalorian slowly laid his trigger finger onto the hair trigger; taking and holding a deep breath, the man stabilized his aim further as he aimed the crosshair right on his throat. Just a moment away from squeezing the trigger, the gentle crunching and crumbling of snow from his left drawing nearer with each passing moment, reached his ears. Toggling off his helmet annunciator without a word or bodily motion, the man spoke calmly into the comlink. <”There’s a fifth, right on top of me,”> he whispered as he remained motionless like a rock, wondering if they would pass him without noticing his presence.

The all too familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting, and the retort that came after, proved otherwise.

"Get up!" the Ember hissed.

He was expecting to be discovered, but not this soon. It was funny how fate worked, sometimes.

Already aimed and zeroed onto one of the Sith Commandos on the perimeter, the man swiftly squeezed the trigger; uncaring whether he hit the mark, the giant quickly rose to his feet to a crouch and turned to face the woman that challenged him. With an agility that belied the giant’s stature, the man combat rolled rearwards in hopes of creating some distance between them; exiting the roll in a crouch, the man quickly drew a particle blaster pistol from his left kama holster. <”Compromised! Engaging!”> Verpine battle rifle couched, held and tucked by the hip, the man opened fire in rapid succession at the Sith before him in hopes of overwhelming her defenses.

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[Yamou]

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Location: Rothana surface
Tags: Kyrel Ren Juno Wren Khael Vhijaric​

Yamou awaited restlessly in the shuttle bay. It had been a great honour to be chosen by the Master of the Ren; after his recent rebirth, a series of misadventures had brought him to the brotherhood that started him down the ruinous path in the first place, the true Knights of Ren. He had been surprised when Kyrel picked him to accompany him so soon, before even his official induction and the granting of a new name. Perhaps Kyrel wished to see the new Knight in action first.

He would not disappoint.

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.

The Vondoon was unbothered by the cold: his fur and the... unnatural state of his rebirth insulated him to such discomforts. Nonetheless, it was a burden to navigate in such an environment, accustomed as he was to the jungles of Endor.

Rothana. Once home to First Order forces. That defunct state held an unusual amount of weight in Yamou's mind. An abstract symbol of order and power he could project his designs on to, having lived on its margins, and yet very much real and flawed. Fate truly had something in store for him if it directed him to the Ren and here.

Juno watched the old lambda class shuttle land through the scope of her Double-E.

[...]

She toggled her zoom to sniper mode and zeroed in on the smaller of the two hulking figures. She felt her hair stand on end- already, her adrenaline was surging. There was no mistaking it. The Devourer himself had come.

<"Kato, finish booby trapping the tunnel and fall-back! Kyrel Ren is headed your way!">

Kyrel and Yamou disappeared into the tunnel, swallowed up by the darkness. Juno threw the camouflaging cover from her shoulders and half hopped half ran down the ridge, boots crunching in the snow, satchel bouncing on her hip.

Yamou knew something was wrong. They were being watched. He did not need the Force to tell him that. Kyrel seemed unbothered, however. The Master had not seen fit to divulge any more details than the bare basics, and Yamou supposed he would have to satisfy himself with that.

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.

The soft glow of Yamou's armour cast some light on the tunnels: he was still unsure as to the provenance of the armour's unnatural properties, but had been told that since his escape from the Netherworld it would likely fade in time unless sorcery was put to use to imbue it with power. But he knew now was not the time to think about that.

"Master, what do we expect to find here?"