Here comes the Train [Crusade Begins: Part 1]

[Laira Darkhold]

And its name is Pain.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw78NYAv05g​

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Kashyyyk.

Dha'karbakar systems were miserably slow. They slowed from standard military speed, all the way to Class 20, but in doing so, they made detecting the ship in hyperspace and reverting from hyperspace very difficult.

The stealth ship, slipped gently and slowly from the blue hyperspace tunnel, the deep lines of white shortening back into tiny pin pricks. The ship dropped out before hitting the planet's gravity well, necessary to ensure it was difficult to notice and began using passive sensors to work on sketching an outline of the space around the planet.

The prize, a shiny wookiee shipyard hanging in orbit, thousands of kilometers away from the little stealthed gunship, but well within sensor range. Passive sensors couldn't paint a full picture, but they could paint something decent enough for the current plan of action. Thrust-trace dampeners, gravitic modulators, stygium cloak, sensor dampeners, degaussed hull. The Orar'uliik slipped around, avoiding clusters of ships to the best of its ability.

"Well... we can see her. She's a beaut aint she?" The warrior asked looking at the looming space station hanging over the jungle planet. "Oh, yeah she is. Ain't no bodyguards either. Specks are a ways off. I'm not seeing anything nearby in the vicinity." Though passive sensors could find nothing, there was indeed a cruiser and several escorts in the system, probably protecting the area the Death Watch attacked earlier in the week.

"Sending coordinates in five." four. Three. Two. One. The shipyard would have to be exceptionally lazy not to detect a comm signal. It was short, too short to pin point a location, but obvious that it came from nowhere. Where there was no ship.

Three cruisers began moving from their position at the rendezvous point pushing as fast as engines could carry them as navicomputers took the coordinates and processed them. Precision Navi-computers worked overtime, and then, they disappeared. It was a short span of space between where they were and where they were going. Coordinates had to be precise, had to be perfect for everything to work out. Hence Clan Rekali's involvement. No one plotted a course like a Rekali. Zero point Seven Five hyperdrive fitted with Hyperwave inertial momentum sustainer. It was doable to drop out where they wanted.

The Shipyards, being cautious put starfighters pilots on alert and sent a flight to investigate the comm ping. Could be nothing, but Kashyyyk had been attacked once already, so it could be more butchers on their way.

Three points of light and hyperspace gave way to the first group of Mandalorian Strike ships, rapid strike cruisers dropping in from hyperspace at close range, having to quickly burning retros to keep from pulling straight into the station and killing their prize with the blade shaped prow.

From the torpedo launch bays, the cry went up. "OYA! TSAD DROTEN ENTEYOR TRATTOK'OR!" Let's Hunt, the Senate must fall. Even Draco was caught up in the roar and the tide of Mandalorians howling, the War Kindreds and the other Clans rallying under the banner of Mandalore.

Sparks and light ignited. Torpedoes filled with a deadly charge began accelerating in their launchers.

Mandalore has come.

The Crusade has only just begun.

Fleet 2085
Hra'nadetr Jair'Galaar-class Strike Cruisers (3)
Helliod-class Missile Launchers

Ra'gr-class Superiority Starfighters (60)
Orar'uliik (1)

[member="Reshmar"] (Coordinated with)
[member="Alec Rekali"]
[member="Melina Tervho"]
[member="Brent Warnel"]
[member="Ijaat Mereel"]
[member="Funky Balor"]
[member="Caspian Rekali"]
[member="Sko'saht"]

*As a note, while not required, it be awesome if Characters only participated in one skirmish at a time.*

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

The green world below stretched out across the forward viewport of the Jericho filling it from corner to corner with the pale green tint only Kashyyyk could muster. The massive trees of the world spread out like giant shields covering the world below them in a constant twilight, never completely letting light through. Kashyyyk, the forest world, well one of many forest worlds but as with the others it was famous for its forests and of course the Wookiee's who called it home. Large and powerful the Wookiee have been a member of the republic in one form or another for as long as there has the green world had been known to the rest of the galaxy. The large hairy beings praised for their strength and temper were also very technologically advanced. More so than most gave them credit. For thousands of years the race had been building things, most often simple weapons or small starships, but still very productive and advanced in their own way. The warrior race was far more complex then the galaxy held them to be.

Today like every other day Captain Feg Dorine stared out at the green landscape of the world below as he drank his morning caf. The small force had taken up position on the dark side of the world the day before to monitor the scouting operation on the world below. The attacks had the garrison commander on alert and he had patrols around the clock going out into the forest searching for any stray assassins. The alarm that sounded was almost missed as he drank from his cup. The short klaxon sounded then abruptly stopped as a confused sensor operator stared at his console.

"Yes sir It was there, I saw it but only for a second." said the young officer to his station commander. The senior officer stood over the group of four men who manned the sensor and tracking console. Feg sat his cup down and walked over to the station and stood next to the station commander a moment before he spoke.

"So what is this all about major" Feg asked the man standing to his right. The station commander turned and gave Feg an apologetic look then looked down at the officer who had sounded the alarm.

"Ensign Jamins here said he saw an unidentified signal transmission, but when I came to investigate, this ghost signal was gone. I have them running a diagnostic now on the system." said the major as he looked at the man who now looked nervous. The young officer entered in commands and tested every sensor and system on the vessel looking for a reason for the glitch.

"Well Jamins, did you find anything?" ask the station commander as he wedged himself in beside the man to look over the console himself. He scoffed at the man and stepped back to stand beside Captain Dorine

"Captain I am not sure what this man saw but it must have been operator error. I will see he is reprimanded at end of watch." said the major as he began to enter in a set of orders into his wrist data computer.

"Very well Major carry on" said Feg as he turned to walk back to where he had set his cup of caf. Before he could get to the command console the sensor station commander cursed out loud and the alarm klaxon ignited into the bridge grating on Fegs brain.

"Con new IFF contact. Dropping out of hyperspace on the far side of the planet." shouted out the sensor officer who now felt validated that he was not incompetent. The thrill of being right did not last long as the realization that the world was under attack washed over him and every other crewman on the Jericho.

"Helm plot a course to intercept all ahead full" said captain Dorine. "Aye sir" came a response from one of the piloting officers at the helm console.

"Have Lorintel and Gorland move up to flank us on out port side. We will come around the apex of Kashyyyk and open out into a line abreast port formation and move to engage." said Feg. All around the men and women of the drew fastened into their crash couches and manned their action stations as the ship prepared for battle.

"Captain, Ground command and the station report they are launching their wings and preparing for battle." said a tactical comm officer from somewhere behind Feg. Ne nodded and took the information in. It was standard operation procedure to launch the defensive wings in this case before he could get on station to command the defense. He knew his group was at least three minutes out from rounding the world and hopes the fighters launched soon enough to stop the unidentified force before they could get an attack started. Somehow he doubted that was the case but soon he would know.

The minutes counted down while the three ships of his small defense group moved around the world towards the station and the enemy force now moving in to assail the world. He paused a moment as the station came into view and the light display of battle already upon it sank in. He had been out of place and now that may cost people their lives.

"Major, launch our fighters and have them move in to engage enemy fast movers. Open engagement, target of opportunity major. Have them kill anything that is not painted with a Republic emblem." said Feg. He watched the station grow larger as his ships came around the world and into view of the enemy. There in the distance, the Mandalorian ships sat poised for battle. Attack craft and assault vehicles moved in on the station taking advantage of surprise out on the forces of the Republic. Only the fighters now being launched from the station were in position to do anything. The wing from Kashyyyk itself, just now launching, would be in the fight before his force but still they were too late to stop the assault now being carried out on the orbital yards.

"Tactical mark all IFF contacts and plot me a solution on every moving object out there." Barked Feg as he finally reached his command console and the cup of caf he so wished he had time to drink. His nice calm quiet assignment was now over and the war the Republic feared was upon them. The Mandalorians had come for what ever reason and nothing would turn them away. He knew it was a fight to the death, and feared it would be his.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Sko'saht]

The Verpine sat and checked his tool belt as he waited for the torpedo to smash into the station. Normally a gunship pilot he was somewhat useless in this battle so had been assigned as a technician to assist the boarding teams in case they needed a door or wall cut open or something patched. Unused to combat like this he wore only the basic Aliit'Vereen Eukgar'gam with the grenades, dart launchers and the jump pack gone. Sko'saht wasn't a soldier.

Looking over the sensor readings that the pilot of the boarding torpedo had, he quickly picked out that a flight of Republic starfighters were already in the air. Concern barely had time to flash through his mind before gunners from the cruisers opened fire on them making the space around them a virtual maelstrom of lasers. He couldn't help but wince slightly and sympathise with those pilots. During training he'd been forced to land his gunship under heavy fire from ground emplacements which had filled his wide field of view with red and green lasers that, while to low power to damage the ship, sparked off the shields and flew past. It would have been pretty if not for the fact that these in actual combat probably would have killed him.

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Sko'saht"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

Elaine was this planet for two reason, more food for Coruscant, and to sell arms. She had not come with a massive contingent soldiers, as she was stretched to breaking point. She did have group Housecarls with her though, as they where her personal bodyguards. She was wearing her standard combat uniform, a dueling outfit she made up for force users. Her robes where in purple to match her house colours, well what else would you expect. She was sitting under a large tree with squad taking time out. They where dressed in typical powerarmour, this was not really for combat, more to show off what she can make. She did have few scout troops about, but they where off doing some training exercise in the dense woodland.

Then came the news, well she says news in reality she did not truly understand wookie, Though one of men did, My Lady the Mandalorians are attacking the planet! She paused for a moment, Well I guess we are duty bound to protect them. Stay in cover of the forest till they land, damn it why did I not bring the artillery with me, they could swatted them down. She never brought them, as they where all guarding Coruscant from any Sith reprisal attacks. Though the Mandalorians will have rude awakening when they finally land, the republic may be weak at the moment, but some had backbone enough to fight them, and wookies where not weak. She waited out the air fight woods, as until these dogs land, she was of no use to the defence of the planet.

 

[Funky Balor]

[member="Reshmar"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sko'saht"][member="Elaine Thul"]


Another day, another hunt. He was a cheerful Sher today. So much wandering, and war, and glory. It was worth singing over, and fighting over. He sat in the torpedo, clad in a rather basic Eukar'gam, and a Quiver full with a dozen forge iron javelins on his back. He couldn't wait to test them out, as he had only used them in the field twice thus far. Still, the Goran smiled. Even the most basic of weapons would help in this raid. On top of the melee toys, he had brought along a few flash-bang grenades, and one good old fashioned blaster pistol. After all, it never hurt to try out the classics.


His armor was run of the mill, really. T-visor, middle of the road protection, all done in a fairly deep purple, with slight adjustments to the boots to work for his odd, hefty feet. The helmet was also widened slightly, accommodating Funky's wide head. All in all, the short, stout Mando'ade looked like a grape in half-plate. Of course, the image would likely be less comical if his deceptively harmless physique wasn't armed to the teeth and carrying lord knows what else. He smirked. Perhaps he'd learn soemthign new in this battle...

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Reshmar"]

Kashyyyk lay at a five-way hyperspace crossroads, the heart of the Mytaranor Sector, surrounded by Wookiee colony worlds. Operating under a false telesponder wasn't the easiest thing in the world, not in a system this important, but that difficulty mainly pertained to landing rights. A Peregrine-class bulk freighter, which happened to be behind the Mandalorian strike force, also hadn't queued for formal landing permission yet. Attichitcuck, its telesponder read, and its Wookiee comms officer had been flirting with orbital control for a while now. It didn't hurt that the Attichitcuck, affectionately known as the Itchy, had a verifiable flight history going back ten ports on the Trax Tube, Terr'Skiar Pass, and Nigut Run. The comms officer had a story or two, that's for sure. Bragging rights, too: they'd escaped Sith Triumvirate interceptors not so long ago. The Itchy's current cargo was listed as bulk freighter hyperdrives; customs scans verified that as accurate.

When the Mandalorian raiding force exited hyperspace at point-blank range to the shipyard, the Itchy's captain played it cool. A Peregrine-class could dance when it wanted to; its course curved away from both the station and the three strike cruisers, but it didn't go for full burn just yet. Waiting to see if there'd be salvage, maybe, or if one frigate-sized ship might be able to help. Its telesponders and behavior remained staunchly Republic. It deployed a squadron of old Silk-built interceptors, but kept them close, a purely defensive fighter screen. Admittedly, a gutsier captain might have sent those twelve ships to take a swing at the backsides of the Mandalorian strike cruisers, but you couldn't blame him for his priorities.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Ava couldn't contain the cackle that slipped from her lips as g-force pulled her body in bizarre ways as her torpedo was launched towards the station. She'd left her favourite sniper behind, logitics said it wasn't the best weapon to bring to what would be a close quarters fight. Still, she was armed to the teeth none the less. Wrist mounted slug throwers, two hand held slugthrowers resting at her hips along with an array of grenades, force breakers among them.

Jet pack was full, and flame thrower prepped, combat knives strapped to her boots and a beskad for when she ran out of ammo. She really hoped she didn't. Ava was a good shot, but her skill with a beskad was questionable at the best of times. Still, she seemed cheerful despite the danger ahead and began to sing.

"Naasad'guur mhi,​

Naasad'guur mhi,​

Naasad'guur mhi,​

Mhi n'ulu.​

Mhi Mando'ade,​

Kandosii'ade,​

Teh Manda'yaim,​

Mando'ade."​

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Sensors began to shout that they were getting close and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for impact.

[member="Alec Rekali"][member="Funky Balor"][member="Elaine Thul"][member="Sko'saht"]@Reshmar@Draco Vereen

 

[Brent Warnel]

[member="Ava Lok"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

Brent was checking over his armor and making sure all his weapons and gear were in place on or around his person. He was in one of the torpedos, waiting to be launched at the station when they dropped out of hyperspace, and he was nervous. This thing was literally a coffin, made of some steel with a small bubble of oxygen. One small point defense cannon pointed in his direction and he was vapor drifting through space. The ships were supposed to drop out right on top of the station, but hyperspace wasn't always predictable, sometimes stuff happened. He just hoped it wasn't while he was in this tube of death.

He was reading his HUD and looking over his displays when he felt the transition to real space and the forceful ejection of his torp. At this moment in time, even though he couldn't tell, he was on his way towards the Republic space station. Shooting through the blackness of space, easily identifiable and easily destroyed. He just hoped that the ships dropping in so close had given the Republic little time to act. Fighters would scramble sure, but they weren't ready for an all out battle in the system with the strike force. He was hoping the Mando ships would provide enough cover to see to the Republic squadron that would inevitably launch.

The point defense cannons on the space ship on the other hand, those were just tied into the stations system, and once the IFF tags came through that his torpedo and the others like his weren't friendly, it was going to get hot real quick. He just needed to crash right on through the stations exterior hull and drop down inside the artifical gravity of the station, and then he could die in a firefight or something. Just not out here where he had no control.

Soon his torp and the others would hit, so he made himself ready. His armor was green, his weapons were loaded, and his close quarters melee weapons were all within easy reach. He had his SAR next to his side, that would be the first weapon the enemy saw when he dropped out of the torpedo. It was small and packed a nasty punch, easily able to go through most standard armors. Brent breathed in deep and waited, waited until his torpedo shuddered from the impact of connecting with the station. Once that happened, the Mando in him would take care of the rest.

 

[Melina Tervho]

Her eukgar'gam was unaffiliated but not undamaged, as various scrapes and scratches had gotten dirt and soot ground into them. What started out as gleaming white light armor out of the crate was now closer to dingy, grey brown. Part of it was her doing, at least a bit. She had taken sand paper to the paint and roughed it up on purpose. White was fine for the snows of Ilum and Rikatal, but everywhere else it was a liability.

Like this raid for example.

Melina had been assigned as cover for [member="Ijaat Mereel"] on a boarding crew. Apparently he had some kind of special power but in order to work his magick, he would need backup watching his six. Her wariness of force users aside, she could keep him alive. She was still getting used to wearing the bulk of Mandalorian armor, and it would impact some of her agility but this loadout was as light as she could strip it and still be considered in armor.

The excitement of others was infectious as shouts and chants took over but Mel had a cool, calm determination around her as she cycled through her ready list. Four ammo cylinders for hip pistols. Check. Two ammo cylinders for E-11 rifle. Check. Two DC-17 on hips, with the larger clips. Check. E-11 rifle with a standard clip. Check. Combat knife. Two smoke bombs. Two flash bangs. Garrote. Throwing knives.

Her fingers flexed open and closed, forcing the stiffness out and blood to pump through them again.

Her icy blue eyes found Ijaat before she jammed the buy'ce over her head and sealed it in place. The ship bucked as it exited hyperspace, heading for their target. One hand on the rail, the other on the grip of her rifle, the assassin steeled herself to bleed the enemies of Mandalore.

"Oya." She whispered to herself, the sound of it drowned out by the whine of engines and the shouts of warriors.

[member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Ava Lok"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The initial group of Mandalorians dove headlong into the system pulling to close range. No doubt at least one Republic officer was changing pants right about now, and there were some angry wookiees being woken up. The Station before the Strike Cruisers wasn't huge, designed to produce ships by the Wookiee techs, some of the best shipbuilders in the galaxy. Well, Draco had a soft spot for Wookiee tech.

Boarding torpedoes fired almost as soon as the cruisers arrived and the Station's starfighters scrambling to launch and put up defense from the assault force. The torpedoes were metal coffins that carried eight mandalorians each, barely more than a rocket with wings and inertial compensator. Wicked fast, turned like a bathtub in a pond, but they did bypass shielding.

The torpedoes were just like mosting boarding torpedoes, the struck the station, maintained pressure in the level with a low grade integrity field, and blew open to rapidly drop eight Mandalorians each. Forty eight were fired into the station in the opening seconds, half aimed for the command levels, and half for the engineering levels with the reactor. They struck with some level of accuracy, deploying warriors into the fast paced combat they were used to. The opening fighting would be quick and rough, with the Mandalorians having the advantage with the element of surprise, they simple had to remain on their toes and press their advantage, keep the stations security from forming up.

For now, most of the torpedoes were grouped in the same strike area, but scattered on a few decks and in several corridors. Outside, the strike cruiser's accompaniment began arriving. Five squadrons of Ra'grs dropping out of hyperspace behind the strike cruisers moving to support them while the Strike cruisers began moving around the station to cover it from assault, pointing deck cannons at it and firing ion cannons only to destabilize it as they could though it would be a while before shields faltered unless the raiders took care of that.

On the station, Draco emerged from the boarding torpedo shotgun in one hand, light shield active on the other, turning the weapon on the marines they had surprised. The Republic forces were well trained, even caught off guard they were reforming and trying to form defensive patterns. Problem was the Mandos were spread out enough that a coordinated defense out of the gate was impossible. Four shots, four marines, many rushing for cover, some were still grabbing up gear as he came through near the command deck's barracks. Ijaat would be best to be with this group so he could start dealing with the station's systems. All the other group needed to do was secure the reactor to keep the Republic from adopting a scorched earth policy.

Fleet 2085
Hra'nadetr Jair'Galaar-class Strike Cruisers (3)
Helliod-class Missile Launchers

Ra'gr-class Superiority Starfighters (60)
Orar'uliik (1)

[member="Reshmar"] (Coordinated with)
[member="Alec Rekali"]
[member="Melina Tervho"]
[member="Brent Warnel"]
[member="Ijaat Mereel"]
[member="Funky Balor"]
[member="Caspian Rekali"]
[member="Sko'saht"]

 

[Caspian Rekali]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAZsf8mTfyk[/media]​

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"Clear you're mind of all thoughts and concerns push them aside, distractions will get you killed. Focus on the here and now, assess the situation and execute the best course of action." Caspian could already hear the lessons of his grandfather, familiar memories that always came on the eve of battle. Unlike his sister Caspian stood with the rest of the raiding party wearing his full Ori'ramikade Eukgar'gam modified according to his own specifications and of course decked out in Mando'a, Vahla, and Dathomiri symbols as was custom to any Rekali armor.

Still today it was harder to clear the mind than it usually was, it was a truly glorious day today. Not too long ago [member="Ra Vizsla"] stepped forth proclaiming his champions, pledging to all of Mandalore that now was the time that their hammer came down on all in the galaxy who previously harmed them. Everyone who dared slight Mandalore would now tremble, for Mandalore remembers. Finally vengeance would come against those who harmed his family. Everything else but justice for the dead was secondary, Rekali blood had been spilled and it needed to be repaid in full. Some grudges went beyond death, and he would carry on his grandfathers war.

Caspian ran one final systems check on everything, including his weapons, briefly grabbing the Witchsword at his belt. Everything was assessed and prepared for the battle to come. Finally with the proclamation of the Dragon of Mandalore, sending everyone including Caspian howling, they were off. The Crusade had just begun.

Let all tremble before their might.

The torpedos were off and soon enough Caspian was on the ground alongside the Conqueror himself, his witchsword in his dominant left hand. As the group entered the barracks four marines moved for cover weapons in hand but already the Viper sprung forward the force guiding his speed. He launched over the top of a barrier bringing down his ignited witchsword to bisect the man across the chest. Caspian swung his right arm out to another soldier a short distance away and let him have it with the verpine shattergun attachment on his armor, sending the man shuttering to the ground.

[member="Reshmar"] (Coordinated with) | [member="Alec Rekali"] | [member="Melina Tervho"] | [member="Brent Warnel"]​

[member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Funky Balor"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Sko'saht"]​

 

[Babasa Ghryntel]

Fzat! A blaster shot skimmed her left pauldron before her booted feet had even made contact with the deck.
Scowling, Babasa dropped from the landing torpedo into the passage, lifted her cycler, and sighted down the barrel.

A Republic soldier was at the other end. The woman started to say something as she raised her own blaster.
Babasa squeezed the trigger. The rifle kicked. A superheated slug punched an ugly hole through the soldier's chest and she fell hard.
Babasa stared down at the cycler. You work better than you uzed to. Iz it the tazte of Republic blood?

She opened fire again, and again. No misfires. Maybe the cleaning back deckside had fixed it for once.

Or maybe it was the Republic blood.

She emptied her magazine, seized another roundclip from her belt and rammed it home.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Kashyyk, Shipyards above the Planetary Body
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Shipyard Staff | Anyone Who Interferes

Tracyn. Tracyn bal tal.

It was a flurry of chaos and for that brief moment in time, they felt like gods come down from the heavens to punish the mortals for their unbelief. It was that moment in which he truly felt alive. The smell of hot metal and smoke filled the air. Buruk would have inhaled the scent, reveling in it... had he not been enclosed in his full suit of Eukgar'gam. As the debris settled, Buruk had exited the small landing torpedo, landing squarely on his feet. Right behind him were the members of his self formed squad... Vhe'viin squad. They were running one short today, leaving their marksman behind due to the small torpedo capacity. Despite their missing number they knew what they were doing.

As they exited the torpedo they scanned left and right down the corridor they'd managed to hit. Several crew were laying about the floor, the initial concussion of the breach knocking them down or senseless. When they realized the corridor was empty, a small hand motion from their leader spurred them forward. As the eight armored members of Vhe'viin squad passed the prostrate bodies in the corridor, they quickly dispatched them with their knives before bringing their weapons back to bear. If the readout in his HUD was displaying properly, Vhe'viin had breached somewhere near the communications array. Once more, silently motioning to the rest of the squad, they fanned out, traveling down the hallway in tight column formation, two groups of 4 on each side of the corridor. The first two looking forward, the rear two facing backwards. They didn't want anyone sneaking up on them.

As they approached a T junction, Buruk signaled for them to stop. with his left hand, he held up two fingers. Then motioned both left and right with his raised hand, fingers held tight together. As if they'd rehearsed the move a thousand times, the first two on either side fanning out, the barrels of their E-17 "Gladiator" Assault Rifles aiming down either hallway. As the first two Vhe'viin covered the new corridors, the rear two moved across. Now they sat all checking down each corridor for movement. Detecting none, they moved down the right corridor, moving like an amoeba, rifle barrels facing in either direction. Soon they would arrive at another junction, at this junction they would need to make a left and that would take them to the main communications hub of the shipyards. Once they had control of that they could ensure no further calls for aid were made. Tapping into the general frequency of their vod, Buruk made a brief statement.

:: Vod an, Mhi ara'novor aru'ela gayi'kaab. Vhe'viin Traat'aliit dayn ::

Ending the transmission, they continued down the corridor, ready to open fire on any hostile forces they may encounter. As they progressed, Buruk spoke quietly to his men.

"We breach the communications. Capture if possible, wouldn't it be something if we used their own comm to broadcast our victory?" He grinned beneath his helmet.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Captain Dorine looked out in horror at the ships now firing on the station in the distance. Bolts of green and red were exchanged between the shipyards defense guns and the cruisers now bearing down on it. Smaller flashes could barely be seen at this distance which were the fighters firing on invisible foes too small to see without magnification at this range. Feg closed his eyes and collected himself then began to bark orders to his crew.

"Commander Erigson, I want you on the horn coordinating all attack craft squadrons in the system. Our squadron will aid the shipyard and its squadron with whatever they seem to be dealing with. Have the wing from Kashyyyk move in and engage those new inbound fast movers." said Captain Dorine to his CAG. The man nodded and went to get the squadrons leaders on the comm. Feg entered in a set of commands and two images popped up on the command console, the Commander's of the two escort corvettes now stood as tiny holograms awaiting orders.

"Commander Leeni, bring the Gorland up on Jericho's port flank and move out to three hundred meters. Once we hit range, open up with a full barrage of carbonite missiles on those small attack craft. Let's break up their formation. and give our fighters time to get into position and engage them. Commander Huggue, Move Lorintel into position above Jericho. Set shields to double front and move in with me to engage the cruisers. We will target the closest one and hit it with everything we have. Engage them one at a time." Feg paused a moment then looked at the images of the two commanders then finished.

"They outmatch us, lets be clear on that. Our scanners class them as all heavy cruiser tonnage. Ignore the smaller ship for now. We have to level the playing field and deal with the cruisers first. IS that clear commanders?" ask Feg. the two commanders answered with a "Yer Sir" then their images disappeared.

"How long till we are in weapons range major?" asked feg to the man commanding the tactical console team. The man looked down then back up at Feg "Three minutes sir." answered the man. Feg grunted then nodded to the man who went back to planning out the tactical attack and targeting solutions Feg had ordered. The Lorintel moved up beside the larger cruiser then moved up and over her hull taking up position above the heavy cruiser. This would give the enemy targeting systems one large contact rather than two making it much harder to hit the smaller vessel hugging the cruiser dorsal shielding. The Gorland had moved out and was now three hundred meters to the port of the cruiser and loading its missile tubes to fire the carbonite missile barrage. Feg watched the ships and the embattled station grow larger as the three ships moved towards them. The minutes counted down and as the numbers on the counter hit zero Captain Dorine shouted "Give them hell boys!"

Defense group 1000 meters
Jericho - MCE62 Repellent-class Escort Cruiser
Lorintel - MCC27 Manta-class Heavy Corvette
Gorland - MCC29 Swordfish-class Missile Corvette

[member="Babasa Ghryntel"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Melina Tervho"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Ava Lok"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Sko'saht"]

 

[Sko'saht]

Smashing into the side of the station and drilling itself in near the command deck the torpedo Sko was on had ended up between two floors. Cursing sounded from the Mandalorians as they popped off their harnesses and looked at the narrow gap that prevented them from getting out easily.

Getting up and quickly pulling a fusioncutter out of his belt the Verpine moved rapidly to the doorway that had partly opened. A explosion came from below as a grenade was dropped into the hallway below them to kill anyone in the hall. Ignoring it Sko got to work.

Slicing quickly and efficiently he cut out a man sized hole from the doorway and decking which fell with a large clang onto the lower deck. Satisfied with the work he dropped on top of it pulling out his shatter pistol. Sko's compound eyes granted him a clear view of the hallway in both directions and only found two Republic mechanics or techs that were trapped between a sealed blast door and the torpedo which he'd just dropped from.

Nervous and he seemed to watch as his pistol came up and pointed at them. Freezing and not sure what to do what to do next the Sko could only watch as they quickly raised their hands and flattened themselves against the blast door. Seconds later however a tremendous crash and the sound of blaster fire came from the other side of the door which broke the Verpine out of his stupor.

Quickly walking forwards as the rest of the Mandos dropped from the pod and took covering positions down both sides of the corridor, Sko'saht pointed with his pistol at the wall that kept the vacuum out of the station. "Cover" he yelled at them which came out almost as a shock from the Verpine as to the mechanics who were both surprised and relived they hadn't been shot.

Coming up to the door as he slowly came out from his shock the Verpine began working on the control panel. A few seconds later the door slid open to reveal several dead marines and [member="Draco Vereen"] with his squad of Mandalorians.

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Sko'saht"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Buruk Surhaai"] [member="Babasa Ghryntel"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Ava Lok"] [member="Melina Tervho"]

Elaine waited patiently in the woods, well I say patiently pacing up and down. Then leader of her housecarls came to her, My Lady they are not going to land, this is an air raid. They trying to destroy the republic ability to make war, I am guessing an invasion of the republic will be happening soon. She bowed her head, no sooner have they pushed back The One Sith another aggressor has come upon the galaxy. She knew there was nothing she could do to the fighters, other wait out the storm. Then again her housecarls, had other training as well as just pure combat. Can you find what channel or channels they using to communicate on? He replied Yes it should not take long, what do you want us to do? She smiled and answered his question Well we can't hack there comms lines, in this short notice. So let's disable there ability to coordinate there efforts, broadcast white noise on channels they are using. He nodded and head off to try get channels the fighter pilots where using, it would not take that long. Though as she said there coms would be encrypted, so there was no point trying to find out what there target was going to be, but they just blast in white noise. He got to holocommunicator, and started looking for channels that had encrypted message on them, as found ones he broadcast this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0I4mTEdAf8

 

[Melina Tervho]

The impact of the boarding torpedo into the hull of the station was not a sensation that Mel was familiar with but as soon as those before her were moving, she was too, rifle shouldered and sticking close to [member="Draco Vereen"] and [member="Ijaat Mereel"]. Draco was focused on some marines and she followed his muzzle and squeezed the trigger smoothly, popping shot after shot at the marines.

The jarring motion from the other boarding torpedoes connecting with the hull did not make for stable footing so naturally Mel missed a few shots, however her fire was also suppressing so that it drove the marines who were desperately trying to regroup and repel the invaders. The sizzle of plasma bolts on the decking and walls around her fizzed. She kept at least one eye on Ijaat's marker in her HUD, as much as she could help Draco drive these guys back, her orders were to be bodyguard for the techno ace.

"Reloading, cover!"

She ducked behind a bulkhead, and popped off the empty cylinder before she jammed another one on and edged out and to fire again.

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Buruk Surhaai"] [member="Babasa Ghryntel"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Ava Lok"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Funky Balor"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

War..... War called and his blood sang in his ears as he hit the ground running with his vod... He and Melina had a set mission, but he couldn't get there with the marines in the way. Stalking forward, his shacklebolt roared and spat fire and light, flinging mass accelerated bolts towards anything bearing arms against them. The hem of his jacket swathed across the floor and trailed through bodies and across the armor of his boots. White noise briefly filled his channel, and he merely blinked and switched to an encrypted channel and barked the order to his companions. Whoever had thought it up and broadcasted the white noise had a good idea. But, frankly, it was an easy thing to overcome.

A simple swap to an encrypted channel no one could broadcast on without slicing into it, at which time they'd just simply switch channels again, and he keyed the annunciator to roar with the bark of his gun, steadily advancing.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

As someone on the surface began transmitting white noise, the Itchy's lone squadron of fighters lost cohesion. Their defensive posture became random, as befitting decent non-military pilots with various degrees of experience. They clung to the Itchy as the freighter made a desperate gamble. See, hauling for clear space would leave the Peregine-class armed freighter's massive engine nacelles wide open to Mandalorian fire. Instead, what the Itchy needed was cover. It accelerated underneath the far-slower Mandalorian warships, taking stray fire in the process, and nestled up against the station skittishly. A detonation, maybe turbolaser fire, ripped a squareish panel chunk out of the freighter's flank, and it began to lose cargo as it slewed for cover behind a shipyard slip. Lumps of metal and priceless electronics tumbled slowly away from the Itchy in a cloud of debris and vented bodies. Clearly that cargo of bulk freighter hyperdrives had come loose from its moorings when the hold had blown open.

The Itchy stabilized, hunkering down between shipyard slips, taking cover from Mandalorian guns. As its rotational momentum died, so did the centripedal acceleration that had scattered a good chunk of its cargo across the station. The Wookiee comms officer was roaring his frustration; in the background, other Wookiees could be heard roaring as well, right through the white-noise jamming.

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As ploys went, it was pretty threadbare. It wouldn't stand to scrutiny after the fact; frankly, the only reason it should work right now was that the Republic defense force was outnumbered and overwhelmed. But as those slowly tumbling crewers and cargo modules merged with the sensor signature of the station, they found they had just enough time to stabilize. Hidden electromagnets mated the modules to the station's hull at more-or-less-evenly-distributed points. Perfectly even distribution wasn't necessary. What mattered was that, in the midst of all that convenient debris, fourteen Ganker Limpets were latching onto the shipyard. They were, as advertised, bulk freighter hyperdrives; they also happened to have specialized comms and little bitty fuel tanks attached. They looked like stray cargo modules whose maglocks happened to have turned on during the mess.

Up close, of course, those hapless spaced crewers were wearing spiked, vacuum-rated Mandalorian armor covered in Witch runes. Rekali'gam.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Reshmar"]

 

[Funky Balor]

[member="Melina Tervho"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Sko'saht"] @Reshmar@Buruk Surhaai[member="Babasa Ghryntel"]




[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aZGwLXxHvc[/youtube]


Funky grinned as the boarding Topredo landed, sealing itself against the hull of the station. This would be glorious and fun. He raised a pipe to his lips, but not any pipe, but the mighty Ori'sol Bes'Bev, the Mandalorian war pipes. As he raised them to his lips, he bowled through the hull, his rotund armored frame smacking through the dented hull and into the chamber. He looked to Sko--another alien Mando with odd armor--and smirked. "Oya, vod! Now that we're done chopping through, time to--"


The door opened to reveal Draco Vereen and a pile of marines on the floor. And another door opened with a dozen marines firing towards them. Funky lowered his already short frame, seeking cover. He nodded to the others. "Cover and fire, vod! Make 'em earn every inch!"


The ponderous Mandalorian grumbled a little, reaching for his blaster. As much as he liked the bagpipes of war, they weren't great. Still, He could probably control the are a little with some well-place fire. He smirked, deciding against the gun, instead raising a javelin from his quiver and throwing it at one of the marines, yelling out "Catch it with your teeth!".


The javelin screamed like a shriek hawk, flying towards the guards as he returned, ducking under covering fire. He figured that the noise might make them scatter, or at least distract them along enough to give on of the others a good shot. Still, even if he missed, he was happy. The spear worked. A successful test! The Screaming teeth worked. Now, to use them to rise like a mighty Shriek-hawk and seize their prey!