Here comes the Train [Crusade Begins: Part 1]

[Laira Darkhold]

Space
Starfighters engaging the station's outnumbered starfighter squadrons weren't exactly doing poorly. They outnumbered the enemy squadrons and had a solid drop on them, it was still a rapid dogfight. Republic starfighter corps weren't known for poor conduct and poor execution. Still, close range battle against a superior numbered foe, both station and capital ships adding some point defense fire into the fray, it was not going well.

"Load half cluster warheads, half assault proton into the forward tubes. Cruisers, realign to face incoming and fire a spread of cluster warheads as soon as they hit weapon range. Cease fire on the station." The Captain on board wasn't one of the senior Clansmen, but he was a raid leader and he was well aware of the capabilities of his ships. They were fast, had a nasty forward armament of sixteen Helliod Launchers, and were otherwise pretty ordinary. "Even the shields out for now." The cruisers pulled out hovering with their Dorsal surfaces facing the station and prows towards the approaching Republic ships.

Starfighter comm signals began being filled with white noise and coordination dropped across the Ra'grs to an extent. Long enough to change to a different set of channels while their sensor jammers and targeted comm-scramblers messed with their targets, delaying weapons-locks just a little longer than the Ra'grs own. The Starfighters were built to be one vs one monsters, and so long as they were able to gang up and keep each other covered, they could hold the edge and the advantage. During the short time period some of their communications were jammed, they lost a few, but the odds were still in the attackers favor in the dogfight around the station.

As soon as the enemy ships hit range, they fired warheads at the dogfight, three squadrons vs five wasn't good odds for the Republic at the moment, odds are they had lost a number and targeted carbonite warheads would hit more Mandalorian ships than Republic fighters. In return ninety six standard-grade missiles fired from the Hra'nadetr's, bursting towards the republic ships. If they hit defense gun range, they would break up, becoming sixteen much smaller, independently targeting concussion missiles. Behind them twenty four assault proton torpedoes followed for an even spread against the republic ships, eight each.

Station
Draco and the other Mandalorians continued Fighting, Draco having to shake his shield arm as it slowly numbed from catching so many slugthrower rounds. "All Vod, push for Command Deck and Reactor core. Capture and Control." The Mandalorian's voice barked out through the secure unit comm as he snapped off another few scattergun blasts into Republic Marines. They were pulling a fighting retreat and Escape Pods were being launched as the Mandalorians worked their way up from the barracks area where the majority of boarding torps hit to their intended targets.

Two most important areas of a ship were the two places were catastrophic destruction could be dealt to it, and thus, those two held the most defenses on every ship that was ever built. Swapping arms, Draco activated the lightshield on his right arm and moved the scattergun to the left hand, he flicked the shield's modulation over and snapped off a handful of ion beamer bolts, the elongated white beams capable of localized paralysis bypassed standard military mobility shields and Republic issue armor... all armor but Pride wouldn't let him admit it included his own. Funky and the others were good vode, they could follow the push and help until it was time to separate.

"Shield Wall!" And the Einherjar bellowed the call out across comms and annunciators in Mando'a. "Ijaat, cover us from ordinance, Melina get a crew to fire over us. Stun and Concussion grenades are cleared." Draco's voice was raised, excitement, the thrill of battle running through him. The Shield wall formed around him quickly, each step forward, the warriors howled a word.

"TAUNG"

"Sa Rang"

"Broka!"

"Mando'ade"

"Ka'rta"

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

Ra'gr-class Superiority Starfighters (40)
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"]
[member="Babasa Ghryntel"]
[member="Buruk Surhaai"]
[member="Ava Lok"]

 

[Jace Felswoop]

Station.
Command Deck.
Gear: Slugthrower rifle.
Sword.
2x Tonfas.
Armour.



It had been a great day over the planet of Kashyyyk.

It had been so great that him and his Fireteam had been separated. Not of the fault of the Mandalorians, but because he had told them to enjoy their time planetside. While he stayed on the Space Station.

And who could blame him? How could you even like Wookiees? They were loud, and slapped your back plenty. The last time he had been on the planet he thought his eyes were going to pop out of his skull when he had been 'fondly' tapped on the back.

Oh well.

Within a few hours of being docked to the Space Station, alarms were going off. Plenty of them.

Probably all of them.

Sergeant Felswoop, or better known as, Commando Sergeant Storm was on the Command Deck of the Space Station. A few minutes he had been staring at the holocams of the Mandalorians storming the facility. Reaching over his shoulder, there were dozens of Republic Marines around. Some of them knew of him, others didn't. Some of them had been elsewhere on the Station when the Mandalorians crashed through the hull of the facility, others had already been on the Deck, same as Sgt. Storm.

Arm thrown over his shoulder and slugthrower rifle pulled off of his right armoured shoulder blade, he locked and loaded. "Get some stuff to build a barricade in the corridors. Get enough time for people to evacuate," he said, a vaguely amused tone in his voice. Better for the morale if one of their leaders wasn't also scared out of his wits, after all, no one wanted to die.

Not cowering like a child anyway.

"Let's give them a welcoming gift!"

What that gift might be, he had no clue, but he did plan on slowing down the Mandalorian advance. He imagined he was going to die on that Station, but if he was given a death befitting a warrior. Well, suppose no one could be ashamed of him.

I'd rather not die above this furry planet. Annoying pieces of sh-

He was heading straight towards the group heading for the Command Deck.

Any of the soldiers that were running away were suddenly finding themselves filled with morale at the apparent shove back that Sgt. Storm was planning to lead.

[member="Reshmar"] - [member="Alec Rekali"] - [member="Melina Tervho"] - [member="Brent Warnel"] - [member="Ijaat Mereel"] - [member="Funky Balor"] - [member="Caspian Rekali"] - [member="Sko'saht"] - [member="Babasa Ghryntel"] - [member="Buruk Surhaai"] - [member="Ava Lok"] - [member="Draco Vereen"]

[[OOC]]: Tbh, no clue who is heading for the Command Deck, mostly skim read posts. Ignore me if you must!

 

[Viscous Thorn]

[member="Draco Vereen"]

Viscous hates space. What he was doing on the station was a mystery to begin with. How he managed to get himself stuck here when the Mandalorians attacked was another mystery he would blame Forlon for when he saw him again. He had hear the man left Deneba with a fleet and gave the Republic the middle finger. That would have been something to see ht thought. He knew the man well and knew he would see him again soon. When he did he would make sure the man would wake up on his ass. BUt that was something he would have to store in the back of his mind for now he had far more serious problems. He and his men were stuck on this damn box in space where they were at a severe disadvantage.

They were jungle fighters, not space troopers. Hell the doors in this death cube were not even big enough for them to fit through without some work. Here they found themselves facing warrior breed killers in armor, they had fatigues and flak jackets. Thorn bent down and turned sideway to get through the hatch to the armory. Maybe he could find something to throw at these tin can wearing three-legged gundarks.

Behind him the other five men of his command squad worked their way into the room. Each began to scan the room for weapons and supplies they could use. Viscous grabbed two ewebs then strapped the power packs to his waist with ballistic webbing and stepped aside for the nest man in his squad to chose his tools. "Load heavy boys we wont last long against these numbers. Lets take as many as we can on the way out." he yelled as the once again made the uncomfortable trip through the door into the main corridor.

"Corporal, where are these lot headed?" asked Viscous. His communications and electrical operations specialist shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Hell if I know boss, All my gear is back on the shuttle." The enlisted man kneeled down and picked up a heavy blaster and throw a bandolier of grenades over his shoulder. Thorn eyed the man and yanked his plasters up stedying them under each arm. "Well then lets just work out way back tot he boat. IF we get there we will fly off this box. If we see anyone we shoot them and ask questions later." A couple of his men laughed and exchanged comments about the little people. His squad packed up and started down the corridor to see what they would find.

 

[Melina Tervho]

Draco shouted an order and Mel's signals to the warriors behind lit up the corridor with bright flashes of color as the bolts of plasma found their targets. The shield wall pressed forwards towards what Mel assumed was the Command Deck, although as the warriors screamed out TAUNG, a lump rose up in her throat. Beneath the helmet, her teeth gritted through the flare of grief but she dismissed it as quickly as it had arisen.

Her eyes flicked over the markers on her HUD, but she couldn't lolligag, shouldering her rifle once more. The warning bell sounded in her ears as a new group appeared behind them, but Mel had already sighted them as they rounded the corner and the four warriors on her six turned to open fire on them. Errant bolts sent sparks through the air as shots strayed from their intended targets but Melina paid attention to Draco and Ijaat. Until this mission was over and they were back on Mandalore drinking their success, these two were the sole reason she took breath.

One of the marines broke through the line of warriors behind her with a shout, but Mel was in motion and her next couple steps defied artificial gravity as she bounced several inches off the decking and turned her momentum and firing down at the marine, hitting him square in the back. She landed in a crouch on the other side of his body as it hit the decking but she was already pressing forward behind Ijaat.

[member="Alec Rekali"]
[member="Brent Warnel"]
[member="Ijaat Mereel"]
[member="Funky Balor"]
[member="Caspian Rekali"]
[member="Sko'saht"]
[member="Babasa Ghryntel"]
[member="Buruk Surhaai"]
[member="Ava Lok"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Corridors near Communications Hub, Shipyards above Kashyyk
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Melina Tervho"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Funky Balor"] | [member="Ava Lok"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Defenders on Station

Buruk and his squad had heard an brief burst of static in their ears as their channel had been temporarily jammed. Thankfully they had been able to simply switch to an encrypted channel, avoiding the general static jam.

Vhe'viin Squad made its way through the corridors, tension building as they continued, unmet by any defenders. Buruk knew that was a good thing but he couldn't help but feel uneasy. His HUD displayed their objective ahead, not more than thirty meters away. As they approached the last turn in the corridor a small blip pinged on their HUDs alerting them to the presence of a heat signature. It was a moment too late. The first two of the squad had already entered the corridor, snaking along the left side. The barrels of their weapons aimed down the corridor as it curved off to the left. Buruk and another of their number who snaking forward on the right also saw the blip, their weapons leveled and ready. Behind them the four Vhe'viin were still watching their six, no one seemed to be following. As they took one more step around the curve of the corridor, it erupted in a cacophony of fire from down the corridor, laser blasts and slugs flying towards the small squad. They reacted quickly, an unholy amount of return fire streaking down the corridor, slugs shattering against the sides of the corridor.

It had been a small security force, perhaps remnants of what had once occupied the communications center. Now they were hunkered down behind some durasteel cargo containers that had been dragged into the hall, the communications hub behind the thick blast door behind them. As fire was exchanged, a muffled shout was given as a particularly large slug slammed into one of the Vhe'viin's greaves. It looked like the Eukgar'gam held but by the looks of it, that greave wouldn't take another direct hit. Buruk had drawn back around the corner of the corridor just enough to be out of the line of fire, the ricochets harmlessly continuing on behind him. Holding up his hand in a fist, the rest of Vhe'viin had retreated as well, now covering the rear and anticipating a push from the defense forces. He grinned beneath his helmet. He'd switched to thermals, now able to see the outline of the defenders behind their crates. They hadn't pushed forward. He waited for a lull in the fire before raising his weapon, reaching out around the corner and firing.

He'd reached forward on his weapon, and low, wrapping his fingers around the grip on the A-30 "Rancor" attached to his E-17 Assault Rifle. He'd given the trigger on the A-30 a nice squeeze, sending a fragmentation grenade hurling down the corridor. He'd pulled back immediately, a satisfying WHUMP sent smoke and debris clattering in the corridor as the frag exploded where the enemy had been. Taking a quick peek with his hud he saw bodies prostrate down the hall. That was all the information he needed. Raising his left fist, keeping his weapon pointed forward, he made a motion forward. Rounding the corner, his squad in tow, Buruk let loose a hail of slugs at whomever remained between him and the blast doors. A few cries of pain were cut short as the large slugs pierced the light armor and uniforms of the defense force. There were several wounded as they approached, bleeding as they tried in vain to pull themselves up against the walls of the corridor. Buruk walked past them, lowering the barrel of his slugthrower and placing his hand on the center of the blast doors. Behind him two of the Vhe'viin had drawn their trench knives and begun cleaning up the remainder of the defense forces.

Here was their objective, at least their first objective. Buruk quickly manuevered himself and his squad behind the remnants of the crates. Weapons raised, Buruk initiated the blast door sequence, sending the large doors into their opening cycle. It gave him just enough time to vault back over the crates and level out his slugthrower before they began to part. They were ready to open fire the moment any enemies were sighted. Buruk had made sure he'd positioned two of their number to watch rearwards. It wouldn't do to be snuck up on this close to their objective.

 

[Brent Warnel]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Melina Tervho"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Caspian Rekali"]a [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Babasa Ghryntel"] [member="Buruk Surhaai"] [member="Ava Lok"]

The harsh sound of metal tearing as his torpedo ripped through the stations outer hull had to have been horrible to hear for the occupants on the inside. The sight of fully armored Mandalorians dropping to the deck must have been horrible to behold. The second Mando weapons left the torpedo they were spitting rounds at the Republic troops that were onboard the station. Many of the Republic troops died in the opening minute of the onslaught, but a few kept their composure and fought back and retreated from the room in an organized fashion. When the blaster bolts stopped flying, Brent saw the room was secure and pointed down a corridor, "Move towards the Reactor Core, let's get this done with."

The troops that had breached the station with him took the corridor that led to the Reactor in a slow jog. They were going for a shock and awe effect; pushing deep into the stations core before the Republic could get well organized. It might leave them without reinforcements and cut off from the rest of the squads, but if it worked they would be surrounding the Reactor core before the Republic could get a hard lockdown on the area.

It was as they were moving down the stations stairwells to the lower levels that white noise ripped through the speakers and nearly deafened everyone near him.

"Switch to 5," he told his squad and kept moving towards the right level. Everyone switched channels and the white noise stopped, it would take someone a long time to figure out a personal channel that only broadcast to nearby units.

One more flight of stairs and they were at the door to the level that had a opening to the Reactor. Brent's team stacked up on the door and he gave a countdown and keyed the door. Mandalorian boots thundered through the opening of the door and within seconds all hell broke loose in the corridor beyond.

 

[Caspian Rekali]

Explosions of battle raged about the Mandalorian force as the shield wall went up around them. Caspian acting quickly drew one of his pistols, deflecting blaster shots with his witch blade. The Young Warlock fired two precise shots, downing two soldiers with repeater cannons, while using the force to snap the neck of another. Everyone knew what needed to happen for this plan to succeed. The command bridge needed to be secured, communications, and the reactor needed to be protected to ensure the Republic didn't employ a scorched earth tactic to take out the entire shipyard.

It was Caspian's job to lead the team that would secure the reactor. Once Draco finished issuing orders he immediately began his own over the encrypted battlenet channel. "Brent, Buruk, Ava, and Babasa with me! Were moving for the reactor!" Caspian said, steeling himself for a particularly powerful blast hitting his light shield nearly causing him to stumble. There was a heavily dug in position just forward of the group, a pillbox of sorts the Republic soldiers had managed to dig into and it kept the mandalorian position at a steady crawl.

The Young Warlock sheathed his pistol and took a deep breath as he had so many times before, he called upon the force in the familiar dathomiri technique Speed of the Toocha. Power surged through his veins as reality around him started slowing down. While it appeared to slow for him Caspian lept over the line with blinding speed, ducking and weaving through the slow blasts of blasters and slugthrowers, he launched himself into the air and clean into the pillbox where the three soldiers were positioned. He brought two powerful blasts from his scattergun into two of the men, and delivered a powerful blow to the third sinking his witchsword into the man's chest.

As reality returned to normal around him the pressure on the force of Mandalorians lessened for now. But they had a long road ahead of them still.

[member="Reshmar"] (Coordinated with) | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Alec Rekali"] | [member="Melina Tervho"] | [member="Brent Warnel"] | [member="Buruk Surhaai"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Funky Balor"] | [member="Ava Lok"] | @Babasa Ghryntel |​

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

"Sir incoming warheads" shouted an officer sitting at the sensor station. Feg turned to see it was the ensign from before. What was his name/ Feg tried to remember his crews names but the new batch were still just ,you there, to him. Feg brought up a display that now tagged each incoming warhead and tracked them.

"Have the Vettes turn into them and set shields to full front. Put us as close to into the wave as you can before they hit and have the Lorintel pop flak and ion canisters" ordered Captain Dorine. The ships lurched as the maneuvering thrusters fired,using their tractive force against the mass and momentum of the ship fighting to change course as fast as possible. The smaller corvettes had no problem turning into the swarm of incoming projectiles and bringing their shields to full frontal levels. Two canisters were launched exploding in the incoming warheads path creating a field of flak and a barrier wall of Ionic energy to disable the missiles.

"Some made it through" shouted Ensign Jamins a second before the hull below Fegs feet began to shake. The cruiser had only turned half way into the path of the projectiles and took multiple hits to her port flank because of it. Her weakened flank shielding rippling under the barrage and giving way tot he force now raining against it. The ship shook violently as the surviving missiles slammed against the armor plating. The shaking stopped and Feg looked around to check n his bridge crew.

"Damage Report!" Feg shouted. A man who had fallen out of his seat stood then sat back at his station. A moment later he replied.

"Sir, Hul damage to sections ten through seventeen, decks twelve through forty. Dek twenty five was partially vented before the bulkheads sealed and the doors closed. Damage control is enroute to suppress fires throughout out the damaged decks. We lost one of our port batteries and a heavy launcher." said the damage control officer. Feg nodded and looked out at the ships in the distance.

"Captain we have successfully transitioned into your ordered heading." said an officer at the Helm and navagations console. " A little late Lieutenant" commented Feg as he considered his next move.

"Send word to Commander Gorland to fire a focuesd barrage of plasma torpedoes at that lead cruiser then load a barrage of EM-03 missiles to chase it. Load our tubes with Intruders and the remaining heavy launcher with a nagnol missile. lets hit that ship hard then blind them commander." ordered Feg. the order was passed along and the first wave of plasma tipped shield busters sped off towards the enemy cruiser. A moment later the launchers of Jericho fires their intruder missiles at the vessel. A moment passed before the missile veetes launchers were reloaded but as the plasma torps neared their target the tubes of the missile ship fired the second wave of EM missiles. Feg waited a moment to attempt to time his plane perfectly. The forty eight combined warheads sped off in three waves towards their target. Feg watched them shrink into the distance then gave the order. "Fire the Octo commander!"

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"]

 

[Babasa Ghryntel]

A Republic trooper across the passage stood up and trained his beam rifle on her.
Babasa jumped into action, squeezing off a shot that narrowly skimmed his duraplate armor, but was a miss all the same.

The soldier brought his weapon to bear, firing a lightning-hot blast. Szak!

She gasped as caustic pain burned into her senses. "Kark!" Her clawed hand went up instinctively to the long burn on her scaly, unprotected cheek. It actually hit her!
Zzwip! The cycler bucked again, nailing the trooper through the throat. He fell.

Then Caspian moved in.
Babasa could've pictured a starving nexu set loose in a box of womprats at that moment, but she didn't need to; an identical scene unfolded in front of her between the Warlock and the Republic troopers.

Pfassk... Babasa swallowed and raised her cycler rifle. "Ehrm. On your zeven o'clock."

The Barabel sniffed the air as they approached the junction ahead, keeping her senses- and weapon -keen for new hostiles. Their advance might be largely clear for now, but things could lethally change out here, and fast. An autoturret strategically placed around a bend, a squad of troopers waiting to ambush the strike team, even rigged thermal detonator traps- the unexpected was expected.

Risk.

Risk was welcome. Risk made things exciting. Revivifying.

Babasa took another breath, and crept forward.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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

Aboard the Itchy, a chorus of Clan Rekali astrogation witches brought their chant to a crescendo.

The entire space station jumped to hyperspace -- freighter, half-built ships, boarding torpedoes, everything.

There was a lot more to it, of course. Ganker Limpets, precision spells, unique Clan Rekali expertise, careful positioning, plus the ruse. There was also the matter of coordinating jump times and angles with the relative positions of the ships in the flotilla battle to avoid collisions. Bottom line, though, it all came down to a single microjump: ten light-minutes, a good chunk of the way across the system, from one point in the habitable zone to another. A point that had its own sovereign interests, defense forces, traffic control, and bribe vulnerability, totally independent of the Republic, answering to the Senate and the Jedi for nothing whatsoever.

Trandosha.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

​

"Then I saw when the Lamb broke one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures saying with a voice of thunder, 'Come Forth.' ​

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I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat upon it had a bow; and a crown was given unto him, and he went forth conquering and to Conquer."​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lIImWEuWVo​

Space
The cruisers were struck with torpedoes along their prow, several of the projectiles stopped by defense gun fire, but the shields still crackled and shuddered under the onslaught, one Hra'nadetr's shield failing as it suffered the majority of the enemy fire power. The pot shots from what little other weaponry they could fire while reloading the torpedo tubes. As they covered the station, it disappeared from under them heading out system off to port from the cruisers. "Fire Rear guard on the way out, push out for hyperspace and jump to rendezvous as soon as possible."

The cruiser began using their maneuvering thrusters to push away, angling for away from the planet, the central star, and away from Republic space. "Fire." One hundred ninety two torpedoes launched, more or less aimed a long the quickest intercept path with the cruisers. While not directly aimed at the Republic ships, if they turned to follow, they would find themselves pushing through a veritable mine field of interdiction mines, designed to slow realspace travel and interdict hyperspace travel. The field was wide with as little overlap as the Mandalorian gunners could manage and activated just seconds after the Strike cruisers made their jump. What was left of the Mandalorian Ra'grs, still heavily out numbering their enemies, pulled away and turbo-boosted as quickly as they could in a different direction, using their Full Spectrum Jammers as DERP's to try and hide themselves as they fled aimed for hyperspace on a path back towards Roche. Several fell to pursuit in the attempt. They would drop out shortly and head for the rendezvous with the Station and Cruisers to prepare for defense if either needed such support.

Station
Command Deck
Caspian took his team and their support while the War Kindred held the front guard, shield wall holding against the marines pulling a fighting retreat towards the Command Center. It was a smart tactic, bought time for the civilians to escape, but it would eventually back them into a corner, which was a very dangerous position to be in on a space station against an enemy already using grenades. Concussion and Stun grenades sure, but still lethal and effective in close quarters. With Ijaat behind the shield wall focusing on telekinetically averting grenades sent their way, and Draco occasionally forming a very short term barrier in front of the shield wall to protect them from heavier weapons.

The shield wall excelled in three things. It promoted team work, as the back ranks fired over the wall using repulsor boots to hover up and shoot the enemy then drop back behind cover. It provided a moving cover and barricade that was difficult to disable. And it allowed Clan Vereen to close distance in relative safety until they were close enough to use jump packs to bullrush straight into the enemy's broken formation. Specifically, formation disruption was why they had large men wearing beskar and carrying mythosaur axes.

"Dha"

"Werda"

"Verda"

"A'den"

"Tratu"

The chant continued, and then it began. The Kindred's war shaman pulled the Force about him from behind the group, chanting and muttering incantations and canticles in strange languages, swaying and rocking, as though distracted in a trance. Draco felt it, no doubt the others in the group could. The ache in their muscles fading, their tightness in their bodies being removed. It was a very low powered form of Force Valor, intended to wipe away fatigue and let the men go in to the melee with a fresh start. It was about all the Shaman could do for them other than assist either Draco or Ijaat's Force abilities on this station.

A bestial roar erupted from the Mandalorians as they entered ten meters from Marines, seeing the Republic charge, they grinned. It was time, the Wolf was loose and on the hunt, the Republic was making its heroic last push to reclaim the station. Shields and blades broke in a mad burst of speed from jump packs, large beskar armored warriors bullrushed at the Republic, wrist bolters snapping of explosive rounds, mythosaur axes primed to begin their deadly dance. The other warriors bellowed and charged, energy shield and beskad many of them blazing away with wrist weapons as they charged, ion beamers and charrics a favorite of Clan Vereen, preceded by a final volley of shattergun bolts and ripper rounds.

Draco primed himself for the commander, [member="Jace Felswoop"] leading the Republic warriors. This fight would be quick, a distraction allowing [member="Melina Tervho"] and [member="Ijaat Mereel"] to access the Command Deck and do what needs doing. [member="Sko'saht"] and [member="Funky Balor"] could easily provide support and rear guard or bellow into the melee themselves. He didn't know those two so well, not well enough to know what they would do.

As Draco advanced on the Commander, he slowed from flight into a more controlled run, intent on shoulder checking the soldier using his Light Shield to cause him pain and keep the two separate. His scatter gun remained in his off hand for it would be needed in a moment.

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

Ra'gr-class Superiority Starfighters (35)
Orar'uliik (1)
Clan Vereen War Kindred

[member="Reshmar"] (Coordinated with)
[member="Alec Rekali"] (Jumpin)
[member="Melina Tervho"] (Team A)
[member="Brent Warnel"] (Team 1)
[member="Ijaat Mereel"] (Team A)
[member="Funky Balor"] (Team A)
[member="Caspian Rekali"] (Team 1)
[member="Sko'saht"] (Team A)
[member="Babasa Ghryntel"] (Team 1)
[member="Buruk Surhaai"] (Team 1)
[member="Ava Lok"] (Team 1)
[member="Jace Felswoop"] (ENEMY!!!!!)

 

[Sko'saht]

Staying back from the fighting at the rear Sko's own shield was deactivated. His lighter armour and lack of combat experience had been a real problem for him. Still acting more instinctively and falling back onto his training he fired the occasional shot over the shields as they advanced. He thought he saw one trooper clutch where a section of his arm had been and fall back behind cover. There was little doubt that the extremely deadly shatter pistol he used had done that especially since that man had seemed to have been wearing arm armour. The high velocity tore its way through pretty much anything in it's way.

Not quite sure how to feel about that Sko'saht shook his helmeted head and concentrated on his job which at the moment was staying in cover. Of course this changed a half second later when his fellow clansmen charged. Keeping their heavily armoured bodies between himself and the blaster fire he watched as they tore into the enemy.

Then a message flashed through the sensors on his helmet. They'd jumped, they were now temporarily safe from enemy ships. Now he just wished they had something to delay those further in order to absolutely make sure they would be to distracted to pursue.

As these thoughts were flashing through his head he had fired several shots into the Republic Marines. The normally peaceful Verpine was now getting an up close view of the devastating effects the rounds he fired had as he closed in to nearly melee range as his fellow Mandalorians axes butchered the Republic troops.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Melina Tervho"] [member="Jace Felswoop"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

[member="Melina Tervho"] | [member="Alec Rekali"] | [member="Reshmar"] (coordinating with) | [member="Draco Vereen"]

War always has and always will be a nasty, brutal, vicious business. Perhaps the quintessence and truth of that, of the identity core of war, was why the Mandalorians were always viewed as some did, rather than as they were. When one is master of one thing to the extent and depth that the Mandalorians as they were in battle. And when battle at it's truest distillation was chaos and pain and madness and blood... Then you were colored by the experiences that others had never tasted and therefore could never know. It was why he suspected politicians called them savages and barbarians, and almost any soldier had an entirely different view. Whilst they may not like them, may even hate them with a passion and even hunt them, there was a grudging respect for the first amongst equals. For no matter their skill, war was a great equalizer, and even the mightiest could be brought low by a novice with enough luck.

All this musing was done as Ijaat simply... Disconnected.... Rounds spat and flew from the shacklebolt until it clicked dry, and was dropped on its' sling to hang at his side. He drew his keldabe cannon and his beskad then, and pulling on the Force began to move at a speed rivaled to Caspian. Pushing towards the command deck, he slammed next to a console just past the bulk of resistance in a flurry of momentum. Firing into them from behind, blasting a few in the back, he rolled an incendiary to the feet of those holding the bulwark against them and turned his body shield to maximum, waiting a moment as the power cycled to full and the flames washed over him, and Republic soldiers screamed in pain. And then he slapped his hand to the control pad, just past the bulkhead of a blast door.

"Anyone coming, come on, time to start closing it down!"

 

[Melina Tervho]

Command Deck

When she was a girl in Shereshoya, her father taught her how to fight; the give and take, how to read your opponent, the fundamentals. When she was enrolled at the Zeref Military Academy, they taught her to win a fight; to gauge the situation and preserve resources without compromising victory. When she signed on with the Liannan Intelligence Agency, they taught her to kill. Sometimes, there would be a fight but she was not a tank, she was not a brute no matter how much armor she could wear. Her time with the LIA honed her to the keen of a knife.

Melina could fight, Melina could win a fight. She was a far better killer when she was able to exercise the skills she was given for the sacrifice of becoming aruetii.

This was quickly becoming one of those situations.

Draco and Ijaat pressed the advantage, driving the marines and station workers back from the shield wall, while [member="Caspian Rekali"] had taken his men to head towards the reactor. Melina had just turned to bring up the rear when someone around a corner grabbed the barrel of Mel's rifle and pulled.

Muscle memory and intense training took over as Mel jerked it back and down, bringing her knee up to drive into her attacker's abdomen as he connected with her but his grip on the blaster did not loosen. He made to pull it again, but Mel pulled her right hand towards her while pushing her left away, slamming the butt of the rifle into the face of the man coming for her. He crumbled under the move, and with two shots to his back, Mel stepped over him only to find that Grabby had a friend.

The friend had some kind of super heated cutter torch and he swiped at Mel with it as she leaned back from habit. The end of her rifle however clanked to the decking and Mel tossed it away, opening her hands. Swipey tried another jab at her and she grabbed his arm hard with her right at the wrist pulling towards herself while she thrust her left hand at his elbow, snapping his joint open and breaking his arm. Swipey howled in pain for only a moment before Mel's combat knife found the spot between his ribs and he fell silent and bloody to the deck with Grabby.

Drawing her DC-17 from her right hip, Mel rushed into the room behind Ijaat, her combat knife still bloody in her left.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Alec Rekali"]

 

[Whispers of Lumirith]

Trandosha System​

​

Herald-Class Transport “Byager”​

Mira planted her feet firmly on the center console in between the co-pilot and pilot’s seat, one hand holding a protein supplement bar while the other held a ball tightly within her hand. A Loth-wolf pup sat perched up in the co-pilots seat, staring aimlessly out the window. The white and grey furred animal had been in one of the cells and Mira just – well, befriended it. She whistled loudly, catching its attention with some level of eagerness as the bushy tail began to wag back and forth. “You want this!?” She said in a quirky voice. “Do ya!?” The pup would bark and jump down from the seat, its back end wagging back and forth. Mira faked throwing it, not once, but twice before chucking it down the corridor. With enough excitement that could fuel a Starfighter, the pup scrambled to turn around and high-tail it out for the ball that mysteriously disappeared – the sound of claws against metal echoing before fading off. Alarms began to beep softly from the console, causing Mira to perk up, taking the protein bar into her mouth as she spun around to face the console.

Without warning – the objective had arrived, as had more than she had bargained for. Mira’s jaw dropped open and the protein bar fell from her mouth and onto the floor with a wet thud. “That is…not what I expected.” She quickly stood and pushed her buy’ce to the side, manipulating the console and communications array – preparing the prerecorded message. The sound of barking caught her attention causing her attention to shift for a second, her crimson gaze fell downwards as she examined the half-chewed ball at her feet. “Oh buddy, not now…you caught me at a bad time.” She groaned and nudged the ball as best as she could while still manipulating the array. “Give me a second…” The wolf-pup barked happily and brought it back to her, dropping the sloppy ball back down at her feet. Mira groaned and looked down before searching the cockpit with her eyes. “PIXEL! Get in here and entertain him!”

The BB unit let off something of a wail as he rolled out of the darkness, beeping softly – as he, the attention of the pup would shift from the half-chewed ball to the one that made noises. Pixel swiveled quickly around and took off down the corridor, beeping and wailing as the wolf pup took off after him with an enthusiastic howl. Mira allowed a moment to laugh, but only a quick one as it was clear where he focus should have been. With the sound of electricity popping and something clicking deep within the console – Mira exclaimed and jumped back. The transmission would begin, audio only and it would be sent over the proper frequencies to the Republic.

“Republic Jetar madles!” Hissed an unidentifiable Trandoshan. <I am Lo-Garnax, High Huntsman of the T’Doshok!> The voice spoke in clear Dosh. <I warn you not to bring your fleets or weapons into Trandoshan territory, this is our space!> The false recording let off a series of Trandoshan roars and grunts that was soon followed by more banter. <We will envoke Ashkrik upon you if you do not heed our warnings!> The voice of Lo-Garnax let out more loud hisses and growls, as if rallying troops. The sound of a dozen or more Trandoshans would join in unison as the transmission was beamed across space to the local Republic stations, and to their listening post on Kashyyyk and presumably beyond. <You will end up Davjäan inyameet of our gods!> He hiss one final time. <This is your only warning!> The transmission would cut off from there, no doubt leaving the Republic scrambling for an answer to what seemed like another legitimate threat should they choose to impede upon sovereign territory of the Trandoshan. Sure, they could trace it – they would discover that it came from the Herald-Class Trandoshan Transport “Byager” which translated from Dosh meant “Victory”. Would they get close enough to be able to scan it? Doubtful, but if they did, everything from the registration to the life-signs would pass the initial checks. It would register three life forms within the cockpit, a droid and several unidentifiable lifeforms within the holds.

All in all, on the surface everything would check out and appear legitimate – it would be sometime before things started to unravel or the Republic managed to scratch the surface and uncover the truth.

[member="Alec Rekali"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Reshmar"]

 

[Jace Felswoop]

Station.
Command Deck.
Slugthrower rifle.
Sword.
2x Tonfas.
Armour.

Plenty of things were happening as he gathered formerly routing Republic Marines and brought them down the path to death, and likely little glory. There were regrets to be had, but he'd save those for later. If they sprung up in the middle of combat, that'd be a distraction. More times than not, in a close quarters fight like this was clearly going to be, a distraction meant death.

Underneath his feet as he headed down the corridor, he felt the Station jump into hyperspace for a few moments. He couldn't guess as to why he felt such. It was a distraction. So he ignored it.

From behind the line of Beskar clad warriors, men were being lifted into the air, presumably by jetpacks or thrusters of some sort to shoot out several of those that charged with him. Ducking one of the shots, both sides charged immediately for each other. Slugthrower returned to it's spot on his back, he ducked the first Mandalorian's slash with his beskad, and just continued past him, his silver orbs having already found [member="Draco Vereen"].

He didn't stop his charge, instead, he flipped forwards and activated the thrusters on his boots to push his flip to greater lengths, throwing him over the shield that likely would've shoved him backwards. Halfway through the flip when he'd be soaring above his enemy's Commander, one of the tonfas spun towards the back of the Mandalorian's helmet, but instead of it being the bladed side, it was with the back end of it. The most damage it'd likely do was ring his helmet and the head within it hopefully.

But his entire plan depended on the hope of the Mandalorian not stopping short.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Station
Draco pushed forward, and the enemy commander charging him jumped. The problem with jumping inside a space station was there wasn't a whole lot of room between the floor and the ceiling. It was possible to jump over a two meter tall man, it was possible to do a flip over them. But it didn't leave a lot of room for error. It also relied on your opponent not doing one of two things. Ducking. Or jumping as well.

Draco jumped as well, excellent instincts, good senses, and a fast reaction time coupled with Grav-boots, jump pack, wasn't a problem to even the playing field and get up to waist level of his opponent. However, Draco wasn't flipping, he was going straight for the small of his opponent's back with a Light Shield, based off the principles of a lightsaber. The face of it didn't cut well, but it hurt, the edges however could slice, not on par with a Lightsaber, but it could. Light shield barred in front of him, the Mandalorian up off the deck of the station.

Plan was simple, hit him in the small of the back, move through him with some nice follow through. Since the enemy commander had rocket boots and doing a flip, engaging them would take him straight down into the deck or he could try to level off and meet Draco, a much heavier man protected by a shield, head on, or try and dodge him. Getting checked would probably spin him a little hopefully knocking him prone down to the deck. And that was where the shot gun and Ion beamer would come into play. The way it was held, the weapon was already pointed towards the bottom of the deck. To emphasize his attack, the Warlord steeled himself through the Force, reinforcing his ligaments and muscles, adding fuel to them and empowering them beyond his normal limitations in terms of strength, focusing his reflexes and hefting his reaction speed.

Another thing Draco knew his opponent might not was that the station had been hijacked by Clan Rekali and was on its way through hyperspace. Soon, without hyperspace capable escape pods and shuttles fitted with hyperdrives, escape wouldn't be an option for the remaining Republic Marines. And if Ijaat was able to do his part, the battle would turn in a moment.

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

Ra'gr-class Superiority Starfighters (35)
Orar'uliik (1)
Clan Vereen War Kindred

[member="Reshmar"] (Coordinated with)
[member="Alec Rekali"] (Jumpin)
[member="Melina Tervho"] (Team A)
[member="Brent Warnel"] (Team 1)
[member="Ijaat Mereel"] (Team A)
[member="Funky Balor"] (Team A)
[member="Caspian Rekali"] (Team 1)
[member="Sko'saht"] (Team A)
[member="Babasa Ghryntel"] (Team 1)
[member="Buruk Surhaai"] (Team 1)
[member="Ava Lok"] (Team 1)
[member="Jace Felswoop"] (ENEMY!!!!!)

 

[Hype Darkwater]

Hype Darkwater's custom Kum'rrk Fight/Transport ripped out of hyperpspace. Into a battle zone. alarms flashed off inside the cockpit alerting of missiles, explosions, and enemy ships. With a curse of irritation, Hype turned them off. He began scanning communications, maybe figure out where he was best needed.
He had mostly recovered form his combat on Ilum, and his armor was and weaponry was back into full readiness. His ships engines hummed with power waiting to be unleashed. Not yet, he muttered to his ship, You will have your time. That's what happens when your alone for years, you end up talking to your ship like it could understand.


[member="Draco Vereen"]
Reshmar (Coordinated with)
Alec Rekali (Jumpin)
Melina Tervho (Team A)
Brent Warnel (Team 1)
Ijaat Mereel (Team A)
Funky Balor (Team A)
Caspian Rekali (Team 1)
Sko'saht (Team A)
Babasa Ghryntel (Team 1)
Buruk Surhaai (Team 1)
Ava Lok (Team 1)
Jace Felswoop (ENEMY!!!!!)

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Captain Feg Dorine watched in astoundment as the shipyard station disappeared from space around Kashyyyk. It took a moment for him to register the fact that it was gone. "How!" he yelled out at space where the station had once been. Now nothing but empty space and a few small specks that were fighters remained. He slammed his fist on the console and let out a stream of obscenities as the crew of the Jericho broke from their hushed shock tot he revelation that they had failed to defend the station.

"Commander, what in the hell just happened?" Asked Feg. His sensor commander looked back at him with no answer.

"Sir, um... I have no idea. It was there then it was gone. It somehow jumped to hyperspace from the readings we are getting." said the confused sensor commander. a moment later the Mandalorian cruisers followed suit and jumped to hyperspace away fromKashyyyk and the bewildered Republic forces defending it.

Defense group 1000 meters
Jericho - MCE62 Repellent-class Escort Cruiser
Hull 80%
Shields 90 %
Weapons 85%
Propulsion 100%
Hanger 100%

Lorintel - MCC27 Manta-class Heavy Corvette

Hull 100%
Shields 80 %
Weapons 100%
Propulsion 100%
Hanger N/A


Gorland - MCC29 Swordfish-class Missile Corvette

Hull 100%
Shields 90 %
Weapons 100%
Propulsion 100%
Hanger N/A



[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"]

 

[Progflaw99]

A sliver at first. Then a few inches. Then a foot.

As the blast door began opening a small chirp sounded in Vhe'viin Squad's earpieces indicating they had begun the initial phase of the plan. Already blaster bolts and slugs began pouring out from behind the door, the Mandalorians taking cover behind the remains of the durasteel containers. A small lull in the fire prompted two of them to simultaneously rise from where they were, leveling their A-30 Rancor launchers and popping off two smoke grenades, a satisfying WHUMP WHUMP as the launchers went off in tandem. A loud hiss sounded as the smoke began to billow from the other side of the door, blaster bolts and a few slugs still whizzing overhead.

The didn't want to damage the communications equipment, merely control it. If they'd started shelling frags into the room, they'd more likely ruin any chance they had. Instead, the squad simultaneously switched their visors to thermal, the Republic security forces lighting up on their HUDs. As if on queue they waited for three more seconds before nosing their slug throwers over the top of the crates and loosing a precise consolidated burst of slugs down the hall towards the heat signatures outlined in their helmet visors. They watched as the signatures fell to the deck. Slowly rising, Vhe'viin continued to move forwards, using the billowing smoke as cover. A few stray slugs ricocheted off the deck and hit the armor plates of a few of the squad but just grazing them. It caused them pause but most of the return fire had been suppressed.

They were at the blast doors now, fanning out as they entered the room. Just as they had entered, the blast doors on the opposite side of the room had closed and a loud grating sound could be heard. It sounded as if they'd just jammed the doors. Buruk narrowed his eyes behind his visor. Why had they retreated so easily. Suspicion gripped him like a cold tendril. The squad, now past the smoke switched back to their normal tac visor display. An eerie calm had filled the room. It made him uneasy.

Using his left hand, he motioned for his men to take up defensive positions around the room. According to the layout, there were only two main entrances to the room, supplemented by a maintenance tunnel. Two of his men had gone to secure the maintenance tunnel, two more to secure the far blast door. The remaining three had split up, once more taking out their trench knives and quickly dispatching any of the security forces that may have not been killed outright. Buruk moved to the primary console in the center of the room, inputting a few commands. Some of the outer consoles shutdown, their screens now displaying only what the main console was. It looked like they had everything running through a primary command sequence. He had to be careful here. Computers weren't his forte.

V-1, his 2IC rose from where he had been kneeling next to the blast door. Another of their number, V-2, stood opposite him. The lifeless body of a Republic security officer lay there, slumped against the wall. A small trail of blood seeped out through his uniform in the center of his chest. As V-1 rose, a look of horror crossed Buruk's features, hidden by the helmet. Buruk began raising the barrel of his slug thrower, opening his mouth to warn his kin but it was too late. A large furry arm had already reached from behind V-1, gripping the Mandalorian's chest armor and slamming him to the floor, a loud bellow filling the air as the armor clanked on the durasteel deck. Behind the Wookie a full squad of twelve armed Republic soldiers came around the corner, some firing past the Wookie, others taking cover behind the very crates Vhe'viin had used earlier.

The Wookie continued to pick up the Mandalorian and repeatedly driving him into the deck, bellowing all the while. Buruk had managed to get the barrel of his slug thrower up and now let loose a short volley at the puffball towering over his vod before ducking low behind a console bank as blasters seared the air above him. A roar of pain erupted from the Wookie as the slugs tore through his flesh, blood matted fur now filling the air as they ripped up his right side. The "Wook's" eyes glazed over, an even louder shriek of anger and pain assaulting the air. The Mandalorian, V-1, had had the capacity to draw his trench knife and had begun reaching up to stab at the creature... but he wouldn't get the chance.

In one swift movement, the towering Wookie reached down with his clawed mitt and grasped the outstretched Mando's arm.

Behind them the security forces kept firing past them, Vhe'viin squad taking cover behind an array of consoles. The Mandalorian who'd been near to V-1 was pinned down behind a small console near the entrance as bolts and slugs shattered the equipment around him; fragments of metal and plastic filled the air.

The large Wookie warrior screamed aloud, shaking the air as he pulled upwards. The Mandalorian screamed in pain as his arm was separated from his body, the armor he wore doing nothing against the brutal heave as muscle and sinew snapped. Blood further covered the Wookie as he stood. The scream cut out over their local communications. None of them needed to look to know what had just happened. They were in trouble...

In a blind rage, emotion washing over Buruk like an angry tide, he stood, several slugs glancing off his armor. He stood there, suspended in time. Sound seemed to dull, everything seemed to move slowly. His fingers silently gripped the grenade launcher mounted beneath his E-17 Assault Rifle. Two others of his squad did the same, a hail of blaster bolts and slugs from the security forces descending upon them.

WHUMP.... WHUMP WHUMP...

A single fragmentation grenade followed by two others from his fellow Vhe'viin shot towards the Republic forces. Buruk's had a specific target in mind and as the grenade made contact with the large furry mass it erupted in an explosion of blood, fur, and fire. It seemed almost as much a shock to the Republic forces as it was for Buruk. This was the heaviest combat he'd ever seen, and while he wasn't a stranger to blood this was the most violent conflict he'd ever partook in. None had time to contemplate this further as the other two fragmentation grenades detonated and in the confined spaceof the corridor a large number of the Republic forces were caught in the blast radius. Smoke temporarily concealed the corridor but Buruk could see the blood, the debris, and the broken bodies. A horrified shout went up from the troops remaining in the corridor as they quickly retreated around the corner a few stray slugs managing to tag one more of their number. The other Mandalorian gave a small wave indicating it was only superficial. That was good at least.

In the eerie silence of the aftermath, Buruk spurred himself to action, vaulting over the console and running to the door control panel. As he reached it, he entered in the close command, the blast doors beginning to seal. It appeared the Republic forces had reached their limit and had taken a respite. They would not chase them. As the door sealed, he took a step back, putting a slug into the door panel. The only way to get in or out now was the maintenance tunnels. At least without a torch or heavy explosives. The others had already rushed to where the remains of the Wookie now were, their vod laying in a pile of viscera. Aside from the blood and his dismembered arm he looked in good condition, but as they looked at the amount of blood they silently accepted their brother's fate. Buruk slowly walked over, the Vhe'viin forming a small circle around the fallen. Gently at first, they began to beat on their armor in rhythm.

It may have seemed odd to auretti but this was perfectly normal for the Vhe'viin. The immediate threat was neutralized, and their brother had fallen. Initiating a quick communication on to his fellow Mandalorians on board, Buruk keyed his mic.

:: Vhe'viin has secured the communications array. All entrances are sealed. Does anyone require additional assistance? ::

As he ended the transmission, they began a low chant. As the words continued the intensity grew, their anger, their sadness, their fear all boiling over into passion. It was with a passion they chanted and then sang the verses, breaking the silence of the communications array. They sang for their brother, they sang for their people. The words of the Dha Werda Verda were ingrained in them, their voices joining as one.

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Taung sa rang broka Mando'ade ka'rta.
Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu,
Manda'yaim kandosii adu.
Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn.
Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu,
Manda'yaim kandosii adu.
Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.​

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[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Jace Felswoop"] | [member="Melina Tervho"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Sko'saht"] | [member="Babasa Ghryntel"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"] | [member="Brent Warnel"] | [member="Viscous Thorn"]​