Jetii delenda est [ Mandalorian Raid of Ossus vs. SJO ]

[Arage Bao]

Allies: Mandalorians -- [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Kalad Shysa"] | [member="Alkesh Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Verz Horak"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order -- [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Rapax"]
Objective: Burn them all.

He was adrift.

Eyes closed and strapped into his chair as the shuttle made its way across the planes. Once every a while Ronan was shook by the force, the gravitic modulators doing their best to keep the G-forces manageable for standard humanoid bodies. It felt more like a good, rough massage to him, his bones groaning slightly and muscles stretched.

He would have purrred, but that would probably have freaked out Shysa next to him.

Then the sounds of their vod'e sounded through the comms. Eyes snapped open and met with those inside the shuttle. He nodded to each of them, before sending up a quiet prayer to the Manda.

Ronan had never been much of a believer. Dead was dead. Your body joined the mud, your lifeblood seeped away into the dirt and your body broken. That was the end of it- but it didn't feel right, because those with them did believe and that was all that mattered to Vizsla in the moment.

Soon the ships settled down.

The belts came off and one of the Vizsla passed him a Mechamiri Pack. He felt the coldness take hold as his hand gripped around the trakar beskad, it was like someone poured ice water over his back... it felt good.

"We are here to send a message." Ronan finally said, as the others got ready and the doors of the cloaked shuttle opened. "We kill those who do not run. Those who fight. Those who hold one of their 'sabers. We show them what the Mando'ade are capable of and what happens when they cross us."

Calm voice, level, but a fire burned in his eyes.

"Grim, you got the charges. We keep them off of you, you set them. Their temple will be demolished."

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Kevros felt the resistance, the strength of lightsaber resistant material caused sparks as the reptilians arm rose to meet his blade. The warrior before him had more than ample time to unleash his next attack, but not only that, Kevros felt a sudden heaviness to his actions. It was a trap after all. The jewels tucked into the hunters armor had particular properties, properties that would weaken his potency in the force. A strategy Kevros hadn't considered till now. It was a mistake, a rare one for the sith. it was the price of charging in without an appropriate amount of time to study his subject and he would pay for it.

The hissing clash between the shields and phrik knives forced Kevros to push into his opponent. The bright specks of energy spilled off as the crimson blade finally dissipated. It wasn't due to the hunters application, but Kevros' own doing. His verdant eyes shifted to the gun that now escaped from the slave master's side. Almost as if a sly, scaly grin stretched from one side of his face to the other. Seconds, it's what it came down to. As the force from his attack spaced him just enough to throw his left arm laggardly downward as the shotgun let loose. The muzzle fired of a scattering net of slugs, their target, his chest. Twisting on his back heel his shifted out of the way, throwing another force push down towards the ground lifting him out of the remaining area of influence. Spinning through the air his saber reignited a red blurring whirl deflecting two more slugs near his feet.

Kevros knew the implications of his actions when he landed once more. The searing burn of his flesh and torn robes at his thigh meant he was hit. The searing burn made him shake his head. The animal before him had muster. The still hum of his red blade whisked through the air slowly as he sidestepped in a calculating, circular motion, around the chief. His golden mask also had suffered, two dents from his spinning trajectory had reflected more slugs from the scatter shot. The close range gun needed to be dealt with.

An evil laughed reached him as he sighed, careful of his surroundings as he continued to circle the monster before him.

"So it's the force that scares you. Poor thing. I'm thinking the trophy shelf will fit you nicely by the end of this." His voice was calm.

Another threat that clearly needed to become reality. The thirst for knowledge fueled him and the darkside embraced him for it. A small smile touched him, his golden mask glaring back at the adversary in front of him. The Trandoshans back was now in view. a perfect time to strike, but instead Kevros waited, his patience would win him this battle.

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

The Dark Jedi was his. Causstik could taste the man's blood in the air. He had fired near point blank range at the man but, utilizing the force he had managed to spin out of the way. The voices in his head roared. Kill the man, destroy the Sith. Burn the Force. Causstik listened intently as the Scorekeeper spoke to him. He raised his head as if trying to hear them better. He laughed as if at some joke no one else could hear. The Sith was directly behind him. He knew this, but when the Scorekeeper spoke he had to listen.

The whispers quieted then died all together. The man made some sort of note. Being afraid of the force was not Causstik's problem. He had mistaken his preparedness. No, in a galaxy of gods he aspired to be one himself. He was the son of the Scorekeeper and as such had a reputation to uphold. He was prepared for every hunt. Even when force users were the game. He didn't bother to look at the Sith as his Jetpack activated. He flew backwards and let loose a fountain of flame all around and at the Sith. His wrist mounted flame throwers grew red hot and he was forced to cease his barrage.

He flew high into the air and prepared to fire his napalm missile at [member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

LOCATION: Jungle around 1-2km west of Aegis Base
[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="D'vok Windroamer"]

Due mainly to the new man's golden lightsabre, she let him engage the Sith Lord for a hot minute while she used the Sapphire on her wounds. Her hands stopped shaking, and blood stopped dripping down her left thigh and calf. Eyes on the fight, empathic senses monitoring them as well, she slipped the Sapphire's chain around her neck and tucked it under her loose shirt. The mask went into one of her sealed, capacious pockets, on the left. The lightfoil clipped onto a special bracket that turned the slim silver blade into a bayonet for her scattergun.

Ah, that glorious scattergun. Twenty-gauge, lever-action, four in the tube and one in the chamber. Each round was the standard load for this particular gun: a polystyrene shell filled with porous ceramic flechettes. Their purpose was to pierce cloth and skin to deliver a powerful knockout drug. One good shot would put down an average human; Jedi and Sith poison detoxification abilities meant that several more on-target shots would be required to put Abyss down for the count. But the more attention he spent on poison detox, the less focus and power would be available to him -- and the less he'd be able to mindfrak the white knight. Mara aimed with Force-enhanced instincts to keep the new arrival clear of her field of fire.

BAM

Chachak

BAM

Chachak-

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Spoiler

However, her stated emphasis was on nonlethal rounds, and for that purpose, RCFC has developed a custom round just for her. Instead of traditional rubber shot, which hurts like the devil but isn't necessarily incapacitating, these rounds utilize porous ceramic flechettes. The darts are sharp enough to piece the skin, but lightweight enough that they won't penetrate much further than the subcutaneous fat or maybe the first layers of muscle, depending on where they hit. They're designed to fracture on impact, releasing a fast acting sedative which will put most beings down. As a general rule of thumb, a single round will incapacitate a human sized target, with additional rounds required to knock out larger beings such as wookiees. For smaller beings such as Jawas or Ewoks, winging shots are advised, in order to prevent overdose.

In order to keep them from fracturing inside the weapon, they're stored in a special polystyrene sabot that cushions them inside the barrel, but dissolves as soon as it leaves. Between the low mass of the rounds and the lighter powder charge, these rounds may be fired one-handed safely, though the recoil is still nothing to sneeze at. Also, while the rounds are designed to be nonlethal, there's no such thing as a truly 100% nonlethal projectile. If the target gets hit in the face or throat, it is possible for them to kill it. Furthermore, there's no way to predict how the sedatives will interact with any drugs already in their system, and if the target is allergic to the sedative, anaphylactic shock may result, which can be fatal if untreated.

 

[Kami Meran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoPqO-nDrQQ
Location. approaching the temple.
objective. Live like a badass
gear: http://24.media.tumblr.com/508a061d862fbb1cc5bedb8a7ee13bcc/tumblr_n4378vRm6b1s2wio8o1_500.gif

Kami collapsed at the perimeter of the temple tossing her helmet aside again trying to catch a breath her lungs clogging with blood and mucus. she coffed blood and bile as she tried to relax her breathing. Lith was right she needed help.
she was going to die otherwise. slowly she fumbled for the pills choking them down. she lay in the grass letting the light drizzle add to her misery.

catching her breath she recovered her helmet wiping the blood out of the inside of the face plate.
" well i bet that'll be a big enougth distraction i suppose." she said to herself looking up to the temple.
" bet there is a load of Jedi and people who can likk me in there. fine.

" she sighed.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Location: Aegis Base - Jedi Temple
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] & SJO
Enemies: [member="Waide"] (Soon) | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | Mandalorians | Sith

"There" one said, pointing to a screen in the lower left corner, tracing it from one screen to the next. "Something is off." For another moment there was silence as Jamie watched the man trace his finger from screen to screen, from one camera feed to the next. "This soldier's movements are erratic and suspicious. He's falling in with multiple groups and then dropping out. Why I don't know, but perhaps it's worth questioning him."

Jamie shifted her focus from the terminals to Aela, then back to the man.

"If you think it's worth us checking into, we can head that way and make sure that all of the non-combatants have been escorted out as well. I believe I overheard them evacuating the children while we made our way here." She shrugged, this wasn't her world, or temple, so she was happy to assist in whatever capacity she could. "What do you think, Aela?"

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Temple Library
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: [member="Waide"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

She nodded. "Lets go."

Aela hated operating without information. She hated not knowing what was going on and she hated not being able to properly communicate with the troops around her, but at this point she was getting antsy about all of this and felt the need to move out already. Her weight shifted for a moment and she pulled one of her lightsabers free from its place on her hip. She had no idea what would be waiting for them once they got there, in a situation like this things could go downhill fast.

"Remember your training." Aela said as she and Jamie headed out the door. "Don't do anything foolish."

Like that one time on Bastion. "Keep calm and controlled."

That was really the most important part of battle, the part that no one ever really talked about. The panic. When you were facing an enemy, Sith, regular soldier, even a criminal thug, you were likely to head straight off into panic. Keeping calm was important, especially for a Jedi.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Objective: Take the Gun
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Jetii and their gun toting subordinates
Location: South of Aegis (Marshland) --> Outer Defenses of Aegis

Marcus kept up as best he could under the constant fear of tripping a mine or some sort of other alarm system that might make this field their grave before the night had ended, and he took confidence in the fact that none had turned down the chance to really impact the battle. His gaze kept constant with the earth in front of them, often side stepping whatever metal flashed onto his head and pinging it with a small virtual marker just to be sure that those behind him did not take a misstep. They were really cutting it close with how long they were staying out of cover, but in the end he was sure that it would be worth the stress.

Of their team leader, he knew very little. He had only just met him in fact, but he seemed confident that his own men were specialized into this specific role. Stealth... It was something that a Mandalorian often times couldn't do without in the face of the overwhelming numbers that the Republic and the Sith had brought to bear against his people in the past, and so it was not surprising that many in the clans did not choose this way of fighting as their primary domain.

He himself? As a slicer there was often times call for being stealthy but he always knew when it was time to go hot in an AO. Now was not that time, and as they finally passed through the thick barrier of mines and IED's, their objective lay ahead. The turret towered above the whole area, and while troops still milled about the general area of the fortification, it was clear that none of them had yet detected the party in earnest...

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[member="Brent Warnel"] / [member="Neskar A'toll"] / [member="Dariak Talesa"] / [member="Grim Vizsla"] / [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] / [member="Kami Meran"] / [member="Ronan Vizsla"] / [member="Kalad Shysa"] / [member="Verz Horak"] / [member="Sorel Crieff"] / [member="Draconis Caesar"]​

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

Flinching at the loud and unexpected flurry of gunfire, D'vok lept into an offensive flurry, slashing multiple times at Abyss' torso. D'vok truly wondered if he could defeat him. Sure he had fought sith before, but none that could take a beating like this one. D'vok's blaster shot alone would've killed a lesser man. He never had much lightsaber training, only a few lessons from the holonet, and the occasional lesson from a jedi when he was young. He was getting lost in thought. Good, that was good. D'vok suddenly felt a warm feeling on his chest. The cut from the crash! Abyss hadn't noticed it yet, and he intended to keep it that way. The pain was unbearable but only a fraction of what would come if he failed. D'vok was mad, livid, angry. He tried to focus it, something he read once in a holocron. He tried to picture his anger as an aura. He concentrated that aura into a ball, and expelled it with a punch of his free hand. He had done it! He had been trying to master using the force for years, and he had finally used a force push. D'vok used the force, atempting to push Abyss into an adjacent tree.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] @Darth Prazitus [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi and Mandos [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="D'vok Windroamer"]
Objective: Scarp that, was to slow, editing right now.
Gear: In bio

If wasn't as badly injured as he was, then he wouldn't even break a sweat by blocking the mans strikes. Even in his state he was absolutely nothing to Abyss, the only thing stopping him from ending this laughable attempt of a fight was the sedative that had been introduced into is bloodstream by the sharp projectile that pierced the skin of his chest. The force allowed him to burn away the substance slowly, but it required a part of his focus, and therefore weakened his own offensive maneuvers.

Suddenly he felt the push with the force send against him, but it only gave him a light stumble before he found his balance again. But there was more to it than that, he had felt the power the push had been drawn from, the anger to raged inside the man. Anger he would use to his advantage.

In full disregard for her he turned to him, fully aware that another shoot would follow. Two or three more he could take if he focused, and he had to use that time as effectively as possible. The man lacked experienc, maybe this had been the first time he had drawn from the power of the dark side. But that power was like a drug, addictive, corrupting young minds by what it promised, and only few could resist it without the right training after they truly touched it. Many were easy to tip of in the right direction if someone gave them a little push.

"So there is more in you than just a fool? How surprising. Tell me, hoe did it feel to use your anger, your hate. Could you feel the power right at your fingertips? Do you not desire the power to strike me, and anyone else who opposes you down? On the way of the jedi only chains await you, they will never allow you to reach your full potential. Help me kill her, and I promise you to bring you to those who can offer you true power, far beyond all the jedi can do."

He made a step forward his blade lowered his hand reaching out for him. He did his best to let his aura burn as bright as possible, letting the man feel the power that lived within him. Should he turn, the jedi would be lost, and she knew that quite as well as he knew, so this would probably by him some time.

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok fell to the ground when the lightning hit him. He screamed in pain. He tried to focus on something else. Something less painful. He yelled for the jedi.
"AAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAA LITTLE HELP?!"
D'vok focused the pain on the force, using it as motivation. D'vok started to regain composure. If he could do this, if he could just focus...
D'vok attempted to reflect the lighting back unto Abyss, using the force.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: Jungle, Half a mile from Jedi Defenses.
Allies: Sith | Darkside
Enemies: Mandos & Jedi | In combat with [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Objective: Kill the Trandoshan War-Chief. | Hopefully take down Shield Generators.

The propulsion systems on the hunters back flared up, azure blue following the flames that lifted him. The sound of churning fans flew over him as a torrent of flames descended around him. A ring of fire trapped him. The width had to be no more than two meters, just when he turned to see the flying assailant behind him another sprite of flame lashed out at him. Kevors maneuvered fast, stepping elegantly to the side as the dirt below was scorched. The ring of fire must have caught onto just the right amount of wood and branches laying about the jungle floor. Green didn't burn, a fact he had learned in his early years.

Another trap, but this time Kevros was already on the move. Even as the fires around him roared and snapped, he jumped through closing the distance to the flying magician above. His robed lightly singed as the fire died out from his agile movements. The war-chief had skills, that much was apparent. Running through the small trees below he stopped abruptly. The distant war-horns and drumming sounds of the war-band finally began to dissolve, a sign of safety for the young sith. Still he had a vast amount of weaponry to deal with, all coming from his newly desired toy.

Wait. Let it fill you, Let it fester, Let it come...

Kevros felt the tickle, like a scratch in his heart. The darkside filled his mind with assurance. Even the searing pain in his thigh was an after thought as the slugs that were dug into his skin began to bleed. His escape must have caused the slugs to go deeper. Everything slowed down for him, including the small trail of blood running down his leg. The force was still affixed to him, whispered to him. It was at this moment that he closed his eyes, the gripping tendrils of the darkness wrapping themselves around him. he would prevail. Standing like a statue, his eyes popped open, his head tilting upward.

There was no turning back now, his mind stirred with the best course of action. Kevros' grip on his hilt tightened. A sudden surge of passion broiled within. His lips parted and a daunting sigh came after.

Do it.

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

LOCATION: Jungle around 1-2km west of Aegis Base
[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="D'vok Windroamer"]

"Knock it the feth off," Mara snarled. She got up beside D'vok, scattergun and sabre bayonet leveled at Abyss' chest. She'd chambered another round, and her finger ached to pull that trigger again, recoil or no recoil. With her off hand, she fished in her pocket and withdrew that fascinating wooden mask.

"You're done, Sith. This what you want?" She held up the mask. Just holding it seemed to grant her a degree of psychometry, enough to color and enhance her crafter's understanding of what it did, how it worked. She'd have paid a fortune for it.

But not a life, apparently.

She tossed the mask into the jungle, off to the northwest, away from Aegis Base.

"Leave him be, take what's yours and go or I'll end you, fether."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

The Sith did not sit idle as Causstik burned the ring around him. He jumped through the flames and ran into the cover of the trees. He would not be safe their. Causstik fired his napalm missile at the Sith and it careened forward like a hawk. Causstik smiled as it exploded around the young Sithling. Whether it did any damage was unapparent as the flames and smoke began to choke the jungle. If he survived that Causstik would make him a slave. And when he had outlived his uses the man's body would become food for his war beast. He felt an anger well up inside him. He needed to end this. His troops were charging forth without their Chieftan.

Causstik landed to the ground and the flames licked at his shields. He brushed aside the burning shrubbery and twigs making his way forth to where he last saw the Sith. The smoke clouded his vision and anyone caught within would find it difficult to see. The inferno was invigorating, captivating, hypnotic to the Trandoshan War Chief. He bathed in its warmth and stopped for a moment to appreciate its dance. His tongue tasted the air again and he thought he had the scent of the man. [member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] @Darth Prazitus [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi and Mandos [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] @D'vok Windroamer
Objective: Well
Gear: In bio

"At least you can see reason."

A draw. That was anticlimactic, but he wasn't ready yet to give his live to win a fight. Chances were high that he still could kill her somehow, but it would probably cost his own live in return. It wasn't worth it, the temple would fall if he killed her or not. And even if not, survival was the highest law of the sith, and he would take survival over glory any time.

"This was quite the experience jedi, I can wholeheartedly say that I am impressed. Not many of your kind show so much creativity. It is a shame that we stand on opposing sides, and we can only dream what our powers could do together."

He lowered his blade and took a few steps back, the rage that had build up slowly fading, and his mind returning into a more calm and collected state. She wasn't the first jedi to impress him, and the last who did could no count him even as something like a friend. The chances for that happening between the two were rather slim, but in this galaxy nothing was impossible.

"One day I will find you, and then I will either end what I started today, or we will craft art beyond comprehension of the simple minded. The choice is yours."

Raising his left in a goodbye he slowly turned around in the direction his mask was now. He could feel the artifact in the jungle without even focusing on it. It would be back in his hands in no time.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: The Jedi Temple
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Mandalorians | Sith | Attackers - [member="Ronan Vizsla"] & team
Objective: Defend

Some might have considered the long pause before the fighting began to be the calm before the storm. Audren, however, was fully aware that it was just the storm building to new heights. The enemies were psyching themselves up and deciding on plans. While that was occurring, a meteor shower began falling. Unusual for it to be visible during the day unless it was coming right at them. As he was at one of the forward command posts, he could hear the comments indicating the shower was not natural. Most of the rocks burned up in the atmosphere, but some didn't...and he could feel the chill of the Dark Side now present. Sith had come to Ossus.

Further, other ships had dropped from hyperspace. The transponders weren't recognized as friend or foe initially, but the Sephi was able to provide the foe designation...he recognized the allegiance codes from before. It was impressive that the creature had managed to get replacements for the MC40s so quickly, such starships weren't cheap. Of course, the drop pods that erupted from the ships would have also been indicative of the foe status. Fortunately, Captain Dankar realized how outnumbered the Tarlanc was and decided not to tangle with the other ships, holding back just above the horizon to keep watch on their status. The drop pods disgorged troops and large creatures; while the troops moved through the forest unseen, the large attack creatures were immediately visible...they couldn't hide.

Thurion was off talking to a Mandalorian; potentially a representative of the incursion force, potentially not. Even against the combined forces , the base would be able to stand until reinforcements from other parts of their space arrived. Given how quickly Thurion and Coci had arrived, there was no doubt they were coming. But it was important to note that the Jedi forces hadn't taken the first shots. An explosion rippled into being on the North side of the base, followed closely by others. He had no doubt the attack there was real, but it was also likely a distraction to sneak others in from another direction. It was standard tactics. The commanders were smart enough to not pull all troops to the North side. They were also experienced enough to know that outbound scouts weren't given recognition codes for spies or intelligence agents and a quiet internal alert went up.

Another order came through, this one to open fire on the large creatures forcing their ways through the forest. Balista emplacements opened fire on the easy targets, beams focusing on and burning through the creatures. After all, the heavy guns were designed to drop heavily armored vehicles; even creatures as large as these were no match for the guns. Not that they worried about the attacks on the shield that were originating from these creatures, it was designed to withstand orbital strikes. Meanwhile, the Balistae's little siblings called Javelins were ripping through the Trandoshan shock troops, adding their damage to that done by the mines and the troops on the front lines.

Initial analysis - visuals of the parts raining from the sky - had indicated that at least one of the explosions in the north had been caused by a cloaked ship crashing into the shield. Which meant there were probably more, which meant that was where he was needed. He wanted to head to the south side, where he fully expected a sneak attack of some sort, but could feel that there were already Jedi present there. No, north was where he was needed. So that's where he found himself, addressing the soldiers and Jedi present there via comm frequency.

"Remember, these are Mandalorians and Sith. Expect armor to be lightsaber and blaster resistant. Soldiers, mass your fire to overwhelm them, use the E-web cannons to your benefit. Snipers, aim for weak points. Jedi, use the force and aim for the gaps in armor. Stop them cold."

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

"Yeah... You know... Bye..."
D'vok was brathing heavily, and clutching his torso with his left arm. He holstered his lightsaber and stood up, turning to the woman.
"Thanks, I owe you one. If we make it out alive, drinks are on me."

 

[Orion Darkstar]

His stillness was a facade, the patient sith knew the aggressive reptilian scum would strike. And strike he did. Like a blur the missile soared through the air towards him. the haze of red blinding as Kevros watched the destruction before him. Dashing furiously through the repertoire of explosions his cloak caught fire. His forearm battlements singed clean off. If not for his protective attire, Kevros would have been scorched to death. A flurry of trees and dirt spat upward, crashing all around him as a haze of smoke engulfed him. He finally found refuge in a small overbite of a mud dune, giving him cover as the world around him became decimated.

The flames were more than a push over as they grew in a furious demeanor throughout. His long cloak had been ruined, torched beyond repair. A new one would have to be crafted by his steady hands. Irritation grew, but the smoke had given him the upper hand. The force was a tricky thing to measure and like a buzzing hornet, Kevros knew where to strike. The cloud of ash had sprung hope for the sith. His arm almost being obliterated would have been a means of retreat, but now even with his scrapes and searing wound in his thigh, he called out to the force.

His hand bent to his side and ignited the white lightsaber he had garnered from his travels. A fallen force user, gifting him with it's grace. He sensed the hunter through the hazy mist, the smell of burning bark reaching his nostrils. It would have taken a little while for the trandoshan to catch his scent. Now was the time to fight back. Releasing his white saber, it darted through the smoke, causing a ripple through the swirling clouds around it. It spun like a saw, thrown perfectly to slice at the War-chief's legs. Following the unsuspected second saber, Kevros force jumped behind it sliding across the grainy floor of ash. Twirling on his left foot and slashing at the hunter's chest. either the warrior had to jet pack to save his legs and take the brunt of the crimson saber slash or sacrifice his legs for the sake of living.

It was a genius play, but the warrior before him was no pushover. Retaliation was soon to come after. If the hunter got out unscathed, Kevros could keep him on his heels.

Checkmate...

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Sala'dine]

Location: Ninth Bulwark Fleet
Allies: Silver Jedi and Fleets
Enemies: Anything Attacking Ossus

Sala'dine looked up from the desk as the woman was looking over the details they had discovered from the facilities. She was even preparing to present it when one of the men entered. "Admiral we have a situation. The ninth fleet has vanished." Her eyes darted up from the report at the desk with the datapad and she paused for a moment. "Vanished?" The words hung there until he fully entered the room standing ready for anything. "Explain." He seemed nervous. "Ah well lost contact with it over Ossus and the monitoring stations are reporting activity. The Will's computer has plotted a course and recommended adjusting alter level to all ships." Her fingers stopped moving and setting the datapad down she moved the chair back.

"i see." Letting herself stand up to her full height while adjusting the uniform so it looked proper the woman rolled her shoulders and held out a hand to bring up a screen detailing what the Will of the Force their well their mysterious coordination ship that had stations, probes, drones and flowers across silver space, controlled and worked with the Quiet mapping AI and her seeder ships as well as the Saratai. It was a big project and within silver space their ability to monitor and track was far better then most. As was thanks to ships like the Nirvana that used navigational computers far more advanced their travel time to locations. "I see." She was looking at what it was giving her as read outs.

"Ships, droids, asteroids, all the fun stuff and seems the fleet vanished." She was debating what to do but [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] were there on the planet which meant had to protect the silver jedi's leadership. This was one fo their main worlds and the local forces would be able to help out where they could but it was important to have the proper back up. "Very well then, relocate the fleets nearby to go and back them up. One of the Silver Watches fleet from Rhen Var but leave the first and third, one of the quarantine fleets, have the borderguard and patrol fleets check in. Contact [member="Joza Perl"] on Lianna and request she send the second Lianna fleet to back them up."

Lianna was nearby and they should be able to use it. "Contact Commander Isard as well and tell her she might just have a chance to test out her special project." She was looking at more of it on the screen until they prepared a couple of the better things to provide her a list of what assets they could get there to send around to there. The navigational charts that the silver ships would be able to use to get in range faster then the rest in silver space and the Will of the Force was providing them with a lot more information about the area and space. "We'll have all of the fleets move in, with the alert level changed once the problems started they will be ready to move where needed and awaiting the orders."

She got a few looks while she was walking and had arrived on the bridge of the ship, from here she could see the massive Crucible station and there was a surprise before long. "Why are those two fleets here?" Sala'dine looked at her communications officer and he spoke. "Ah not sure admiral... but give me a moment." He was working quickly and bringing it up on the screen. "The Ossus fleets came in for repairs to the septic systems. Seems they started overflowing ship wide after a bad case of over salted Uj'alayi cake and.... well things happened is all they are willing to say but they re fixed and ready to return with us to Ossus." Sala'dine was prepared with most of it and rolled her shoulders.

"Understood, now have all fleets coordinate and prepare for the jump to lightspeed. The Will fo the force has been plotting the best course and our scout fleets will be able to arrive before us." She looked over everythign that was there and prepared herself for the moment. Taking a seat in the command chair as they were moving and following the plan. Confirmation was coming in from the fleet commanders including the vanguard fleet that was mostly ranger's and the experimental heralds. in a triage class they would be able to bring. A massive medical supercarrier in case of things before she rolled her shoulders before she looked over at the pilot. "Engage."

Eighth Silver Fleet
Third Patrol Fleet
Fourth Patrol Fleet
Fifth Vanguard Fleet
Ninth Bulwark Fleet
Second Containment Fleet
First Ossus Fleet
Second Ossus Fleet

 

[Mav Halo]

Location: Aegis Base, Mandalorian Infiltration Site #01
Objective: Temple Run
Allies: Mandalorians ( [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Alkesh Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] )
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order ( [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] )

Kalad was lost in the datafeeds once more as the shuttle hurtled through the Ossus sky at breakneck pace, his armoured form swaying slightly beneath the twists and turns that took them ever close to their fate. Having been at the mercy of drop ships and crazy pilots more times than he could count, the Morellian barely even registered such hair-raising aerobatics anymore.

His attention was on the stream still feeding into the corner of his visor, the makeshift outpost that Jash and her youthful charges had set up still providing a strategic view of the opening gambits by the Mandalorian distraction teams. Probing assaults that ebbed and flowed across the northern section of the base’s defences, seemingly reckless charges that time and time again where beaten back by the troops under the Jetii command. The Silver Order was putting up a solid defence, but then that was to be expected. This wasn’t the Republic after all. Still he doubted they had drilled for all – Feth, were those Rancors? – today’s surprises.

Speaking of, the Shysa Alor’ad keyed his gauntlet comm a few times, issuing further orders to Davos and his handful of troops to begin their part of the operation. Skilled marksmen from the frontier reaches of the Shysa domain, and armed with verpine sniper rifles, they quickly began hitting home at the more hardened points of defence, opportunistic shots picking off the less wary troops and scattering the rest for cover.

“Well, they might as well be high class escorts considering they’re making us pay for every inch, but otherwise the distraction appears to be going as planned.” Kalad reported, knowing that those present would know that it would only remain that way temporarily. They might have had the most battle hardened, seasoned troops on the field, but they simply didn’t have the time nor the manpower needed to take the base in a direct confrontation. Fortunately, a direct confrontation wasn’t exactly plan A. “Now if the rest of it goes as well, we might just manage to pull this whole karking thing out of the fire yet.”

He stood as the shuttle doors lowered, letting his HUD shift back to a less frantic and more simplistic view as he prepared himself for what was to come. His hand strayed to the beskad sheathed at his waist, a recent acquisition to replace the one lost on Corellia, the leather-bound hilt still not confirming to his grip like the last one hand. Hopefully Grim was far better at bringing down a building than his allies had been during that last job.

“Grim, you better get that money ready. I’d hate for you to go and spoil this grand day by making me come looking for you afterwards. I ain’t got time for welchers.”

The beskad rasped softly against its sheath as it was drawn, the sound lost as he pounded down the ramp, jumping the last few feet as the anticipation of battle over took him. He struggled to imagine how unnerving it must have appeared to an outside observer, watching as fully kitted Mandalorians descended from what appeared to be nothing more than thin air.

The first trooper Kalad encountered certainly seemed surprised, though that look quickly vanished as he threw himself into their ranks. Beskad flashing out in a silvery arc, cutting a crimson swath as he quickly silenced the soldier before he could lend voice to his discovery. Around him a similar scene was playing out, his vod’e working with typical, brutal efficiency to dispatch the other troops and conceal the bodies. It wouldn’t do to go ruining the surprise after all. Hopefully, in the chaos, no one would notice the missing troops for a while yet.

“<<This is Ruus. Pelenedat. Standard meet and greet, no issues thus far. Looks like they’re trying to suss out what that shuttle explosion was about. Anticipating stronger opposition towards objective.>>”