I Will Burn You With My Righteous Fire!{Mandalorian Dominion of Contruum}

[Gilamar Skirata]

Mandalorian/Republic Border: Several Standard Days Ago

Patrol duty. It was something that she thought she would dread to no end. Being out in the deep darkness of space so close to the Sith-infested Republic border made her uneasy, in fact it made many of her men uneasy, which is why border duty wasn't as bad as she had feared. It kept her on her toes, not that she expected anything from the "peace loveing" Jedi and this strange new breed of Sith spits.

Leaning back into the captain's chair on the bridge of a Hokanir-Class Frigate, telesponder code Nightsister, she turned her head to glance at the monitors as text and data scrolled down the green screens. Currently they were docked at one of the many Ja'hailir stations that dotted Mandalorian space and were frequent along the borders of the Republic and Sith. All at once, alarms blared throughout the ship, startling the Eldorai. Jumping from her chair she unclipped her helm from her utility belt and slipped it on. "All hands return to the ship! I repeat, all hands return to the Nightsister and respective ships!"

What had raised the alarm? Several ships tagged Republic had appeared in neutral space, as well as ships that she could only assume were part of the Black Sun's private navy. This information had been received hours earlier, but only now had shots been fired. "Relay a message to Gilamar Skirata, right away! Shots fired from assumed Black Sun and Republic ships!"

All at once Hokanir-Class Frigates prepped for an attack and jumped to the border.

Neutral World: Contruum, Now

The wreckage of battle floated in orbit around Contruum. It made her grimace, though behind her helmet, nothing could be seen. "Ma'am, all lights are go." With a nod she gave the order to detach from the Ara'novor station they had tugged from Mandalore. With a sigh, she looked out of the bridge, gazing at the small fleet that had arrived to aid the citizens of Contruum. Guardian-Class frigates and Hokanir-Class frigates made up the bulk of firepower here. Xerob-class shuttles and other high capacity ships had begun flying supplies into the devastated city, and one BBC-90, taking point as the command ship of the operation.

She just hoped that they could aid the people down below.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Azrael"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Akio Kahoshi"] @[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Several days ago, the Republic had treated a Fringe representative in an infamous manner, and the Fringe was more than happy to spit in the eye of so-called civilization.

A very large fleet of star cruisers and bulk transports emerged from hyperspace.

"Mandalorian control, this is the Fringe Confederation fleet led by Grand Admiral Shira Karrde. We're here to assist you in humanitarian aid and fortification. Our leaders are here to meet with yours."

OOC/ Folks, humanitarian aid and deploying defensive stuff to fortify the world, that's the name of the game. The Mandos are our allies. Quality posts, but fast. You're the best speed dominion team on the board. Smash it.

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[Velok the Younger]

The situation was thus.

Contruum had once played host to a Republic-backed terrorist insurgency. It hadn't gone well. And now the Republic had come here looking for a terrorist, and attacked signatories of the Treaty of Ithor. The counterfire had levelled a city. But everyone knew that the Republic had started it.

Eight Finality-class supertransports disgorged just under ten thousand dropships, each packed with half its normal capacity of people, and half relief supplies. Close to a million people were about to begin lending a hand.

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared was surprised to hear about the Republican attack, it did not seem like their MO. Mostly they were a bunch of hippies, who always whined when other people shot first and then asked questions. This time? This time they had done the shooting and a lot of it. Clearly something had gone wrong in their communications. But that does not matter now. What matters is that high-ranking officials of certain factions seemed to be insulted and their ego had to be protected.

So here he was salvaging the collective Ego of the Fringe. Not that he minded, not at all. Jared was just a bit grumpy, for his coffee was still waiting for him on his desk. But what do you do when duty calls? Come running as a mad man and ask what the feth was happening, that is what you do.

He stood besides the Grand Admiral Karrde and awaited further instructions. While slowly wondering who would drink his coffee now.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon saw Contruum for the second time, and he'd not forgotten his experience of his last visit. Hopefully this one would be more productive, but more then likely he feared, it would end in the deaths of millions. Whatever had happened with Republic command, and its troops on the ground was completely unknown. The results however were evident between the destruction, and graves. Contruum had been an innocent bystander in the middle of a shoot out an overly aggressively Republic had started.

Coming in to the Chimera's right was Sargon's military escort as Governor, Defender a Permanence-class battleship. Standing on bridge was the Zabak governor Sargon Vynea, and hopefully he would leave the situation better then he found it. "Captain we were here last see if you can find who is in charge at the disaster site, and connect them to Fleet Command." Reaching out with his senses he searched for the echo of the darkness that had fouled this place, the Darkstaff.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Contruum was, and always had been, a marvelous recruitment ground for the Rebel Alliance. Jorus had no doubt that old associates of his would be first on the silencing list, if Fringe was getting involved. That, and his friends were getting bumped off one by one, courtesy of that bounty.

An unmarked freighter flew by the ruins of Contruum Orbital Control and descended to the ground, as thousands upon thousands of dropships rained down. His face hidden by the brim of a large hat, Jorus set out into the surviving fringes of the burnt city.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

With a heavy and tired sigh, Gilamar pressed the com button from within the prefab base that had been deployed just outside the city limits. "This is Mandalorian Command Alpha, Gilamar Skirata speaking, you are clear to land your ships and supplies. I will be up to meet with you shortly at the Ara'novor station recently launched." Releasing pressure from the com switch he stood from his chair and made his way to the light freighter waiting for him just outside of the base. Entering the lift that would take him to ground level he placed his hands on his hips, using them for support. It had been a long few days.

The Mandalorian response had been almost immediate, due to the net of communication stations that he had seen put into action. Stepping out of the lift, the wind caused from frequent landing and tackoffs resulting in a billowing black cape that trailed behind the Mandalorian Chief.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

On the bridge of the Chimaera, Ashin offered @[member="Jared Ovmar"] a wan smile. "Ovmar, I'll be going to meet with Skirata, Kahoshi, Rostu and the rest. What I'll need you to do is help coordinate the laying of minefields. Ion cannon mines, at all the known hyperspace reversion points. Not just mines, but defensive stations as well. Nothing that'll damage shipping, just restrict it to monitored traffic. It's a tall order, and there'll be gaps, but it needs to be done."

To @[member="Gilamar Skirata"], she sent the following reply. "Chief Skirata, I and my assistants will meet you on the Ara'novor as soon as possible."

She touched the comms to @[member="Sargon Vynea"]. "Governor Vynea, welcome back to Contruum. I've tasked Jared Ovmar with overseeing the minefield establishment and the defensive station deployment. You and I will be going to meet with Gilamar Skirata, a Mandalorian warchief, as well as Emperor Kahoshi, Marshal Rostu, and the rest. We'll rendezvous on the Ara'novor station."

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

"Hey mister! Where's the food?"

A question he had answered several times in just the last few minutes with a smile and a comforting, strongly accented voice. He had become used to helping people, oddly enough. Working with the crusaders did that to you...many of them were looking for some sort of forgiveness and thus were kind in their missions of aid. Despite not being a part of Death Watch like many of his comrades, that quality had rubbed off on the young Mandalorian.

Grunting as he lifted a heavy box of supplies onto one of Daw Motors' transports, he tapped the durasteel truck bed with an armored glove and a thumbs up. Maybe he would head into the city...Where that giant hole was.

 

[Sturgis Tal'Verda]

The inner city was much worse than near the Dar'aranov outside the city limits. Here, there was a second station, Beta, and though he was taking care of security along with some of the crusaders he was often given duties such as unloading supplies and aiding civilians. This station was set 100 meters away from the crater that had been blown into the city...Who had done this was still a mystery and probably would stay a mystery...For now, his security detail was keeping it safe from looters and curious civilians.

"Hurgp!" the strange grunt slipped from deep within the man's chest. A disgusting, guttural sound. Hefting the box from the transport and setting it down with a soft thud onto a repulsor trolley he nodded at the Fringe soldier who moved the supplies from the truck. With a heavy sigh he looked on into the city. Chaos choked the city now. There were still small fires that needed to be put out and rubble that needed to be cleared...But together, they could do it.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Contruum. Here it had all begun. Perhaps that line was a bit too theatralic, but in a way it was true. A terrorist insurgency of which she had been the organiser, sent by the Republic to fight a Dirty War many a politician would like to forget. Her work of art...after it she had been born anew. Remade in the machine form.

Now she had been drawn here once more. Technically she was still wanted, as a rather dirt covered and soiled, incidentally rather inaccurate wanting poster hanging from a building testified. It had been smeared with grafitti. A torn 'Contruum Rises' pamphlet lay on the street near some trash, the resistance lived on, though the Republic had abandoned it. She was dressed as a spacer, her face obscured by a hood, though she feared none of the security forces. After all, she was a living weapon, designed for murder because such was the Galaxy they inhabited, much as organics liked to moralise. She stuck to the shadows as she walked through an alleyway, purposeful, measures steps, hearing the roar of engines as thousands of dropships rained from the sky.

The preceding mayhem had been...most interesting indeed. Velok's fate was...not to her liking. But if Moira had been capable of feeling joy, she would have felt it at the prospect of galactic conflict. She paused in her steps as her eyes turned to find Jorus, flaring up briefly. "Fenris howls in chaos," she spoke quietly. "I wondered when Contruum would hit the news again. These ripples seem even stronger than on the lost occasion. Our time is limited. 'House cleaning' is ongoing." Her tone was emotionless, impassive as the Butcher of Contruum joined the Lord of the Hyperlanes after a scanning gaze made sure they had not been followed.

 

[Valik]

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Normally Valik wouldn't really care about a random auction or negotiation going foul from the 'saving' hands of the Republic, however, as he was making a good bit of profit from the holocron auction he was rather pissed off at the situation. That, along with Valik's desire to get some rather unique resources from the Mandalorians lead to Valik's rather enthusiastic reply to helping the Mandalorians assist on Contruum.

"What do the Mandalorians want me to build here?" Valik asked the Admiral, with full intent on creating something deadly, through one method or another.

 

[Kaliya Dupree]

[Second Station - Beta]

Kaliya was supposed to have been arrived at Second Station but the chaos that erupted through-out the city also caused mass looting among the survivors. Kaliya had to maintain order while returning to her post for the day. She was tasked under the General @[member="Sherruk Vhett"] so as she arrived, she immediately saluted him before beginning to lend him a hand. "I ran into a little obstacle on the way General." Kaliya finished helping him clear the wreckage he was trying to clear when she arrived before adding What's the objectives for the day General?"

She wore a modified version of the current Mandalorian armor but outfitted to look like the historical Mandalorian Knight. Her twin saber clipped to her waist, and twin blasters accompanying them at the same time.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

Jorus coughed out a laugh as soot got in his mouth. He tugged the hat's brim lower. "Guess after Roon, I'm as much a terrorist as you. Not my best choice of methods, but it had to be done.

"Now comes the real test. The people we get back to...the people we recruit...how friendly will they be, do you think? Will they remember you in useful ways?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Valik

Without hesitation, Ashin turned to arguably the finest gadgeteer and alchemist in the modern era. "Valik, I have no ideas for you whatsoever. The issue, essentially, is that my imagination can't compete with yours, not remotely. I brought you here for your ideas. I've brought you enough materials, assets, and mobile laboratories to do as you will."

She and Sargon were already moving, their shuttle bound for the station where the diplomatic summit would take place.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi smiled as the sun rose over what was left of the City on Contruum. He sighed getting up and walking to the small refugee camp. The former shopping plaza had now become a sort of refugee camp, with the Auction house ironically the main place of rest. All the credits in the accounts meant nothing at this point. He had done his best to quell the inevitable rioting after the republic withdrew like a bunch of nimrods. He smirked as hi commlink chirped. Other CIS and Ithor members were inbound. He sent one live recording to all delegates. "Vorhi Alestrani here. I'm going to help oversee food dispersal to the refugees. If you've got food, bring it to the following coordinates, we keep getting it to people. Med-tent is in the Salon a block donw if you're doing medical aid," he said calmly. "Call me if I'm needed for political stuff, Vorhi out," he said with warm tone.

He sighed. He walked over to the area where food had been stockpiled, looking over some of the other provision leaders of this camp of refugees and unlucky folks unable to ditch the planet. His swoop bike was busted, blown apart by stray flaming debris. He rubbed sage over his hands, and began punching sacks of flour as another person made batter. The flatbread wasn't great, but hey, it was easy to ration. "Every body gets one today. There'll be plenty more for lunch. Form a line, guys!" He mused as he lit the griddle. Gammorrean roasted sage and bella corn flapjacks for all!

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

"What's in a name?" Moira asked rhetorically, apparently seeing the need to bring more meta into the tale. "Blowing up the temple. I liked the desolation," she commented off-handedly. Moira had already been on the brutal competence side of things before she had been transformed...ascended as far as she was concerned. Probing eyes scanned the alleyway as she walked on, flashing through various vision modes.

At his query she tilted her head to the side. "They remember I have no conscience, they remember scores of their comrades were sent to their deaths at my command...and that I saved the cell leader's life and discreetly sent weapons to them. Contruum was too useful a resource to give up," she said emotionlessly. Whatever one said about Moira, she was always one for honest self-assessment. "Security Police has been launching a crackdown. They will not be trusting, but the window of opportunity to escape is closing. Possibility of some taking advantage of the bounty to save their heads cannot be discounted."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

To be so close to her own people, but unable to contact them, to reach out and greet them left Mia feeling incredibly hollow. She was grateful for the helmet of her armour, it hid her unease and left her faceless, save to the few Mandalorian's that took the time to remember the Liberators armour. Today she walked with 'terrorists' or so they had been labelled, she moved ahead of Jorus and Moira, the HUD of her helmet providing her with plenty of feed back for what was ahead of them, its three-sixty display allowing her to keep an eye on her companions.

She paused as she moved out of sight of them, cresting a hill that gave them a good view of what had happened. "Ever get the feeling that you're missing something big?" she asked aloud.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] got a raised eyebrow of approval. "Very nice, Skaldi, very nice indeed. That's pro tier right there." He adjusted his hat brim, then grinned as @[member="Mia Monroe"] joined them.

"Security crackdown, not surprised. Ironic that they gave the Republic a search warrant -- bowed to them, you might say -- and now they're out to thrash the same perpetrators of unrest that were pro-Republic in your day, Moira. So where's your contact meeting us?"

 

[Valik]

Valik remembered the area where the Republic Turbolasers turned a large portion of Contruum becoming straight slag. He imagined that pile of slag, heat, molten rock, continuously so. Make that slag a bit more natural, let that lava flow, put in some beasts, armaments, and you've got quite the fortress. He remembered that @[member="Sargon Vynea"] and @[member="Morna Imura"] had gathered him some eggs of a rather interesting creature from a planet named Eol Sha.

"Let's make a fortress, and surround it with sithspawn." He said, before pulling out a datapad. "Get Sargon Vynea to ship me those eggs of his. I have work to do."