King of the dust Hill (Mandalorians vs Sith)

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
Using the considerable amount of willpower, the break of the hold of the force on Preliat was quick. Preliat was a trained killer, the feeling of something that was trying to control him only made him want to be released more, and the force that held him in place for a brief moment stopped.




The Sith was right, Preliat did so happen to see him taking a considerable amount of time to focus on lifting up an entire section of a gunship and throwing it at him. Jetpacking up and over the incoming threat, thanks to his 360 degree vision visor, Preliat was now above the Sith. The Vong moved towards him, and then the Sith, while fighting two opponents, left an entire front side open. Preliat was more mobile than him, and used his jetpack to fly down to his front, where he was exposed, due to the fact that his lightsaber was backwards, and he left his entire front open. Preliat took aim with his Westar-34, and fired accurate red-bolts towards the red-skinned Sith.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

@[member="Kaliya Dupree"] @[member="Vinyata Nicashii"] @[member="Captain Larraq"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Sarianna Misarr"] @[member="Grozurra"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"]

The TIE detonators continued forward moving into formations, true flying bombs they were and not special. If anything they were more limited because of it and their wings went after the mando fleet. While the ship stayed a quarter impulse and inched closer prepping the guns to fire when within the furthest range possible. The Mass drivers of the Pallaeon's prepped and ready to fire letting the mass drivers loose with a single volleygoing after the corvettes. Balaya then saw it on the edge of the projection as the Republic fleet came out of range of them from the interdictine's. Their ships needing to make the way but they still fired, still preformed from that distance while she couldn't believe anything would be able to hit them.

Then she could feel it on the corner of her senses, that taste of doubt and everything else that came from it. Her senses and chants worked on the elimination of those doubts from her mind while the battle prepared, perhaps when the jedi got closer it would be different but right now there was a ship no several smaller ships coming as her words came out. "Launch interceptors and target any enemy ships getting close, have the troopers prepared for boarding and Eruna seal up the Apotheosis after fighters laugh, the Renator can resupply them if needed. Return to the throne room." Balaya looked on while she focused on th force. She wasn't able to coordinate but she was better at spells compared to some and right now she wanted to have a concealment spell prepared for herself and Eruna if they needed it. Just bend the minds and escape in her shuttle.

Spoiler

1x Harbinger-Class Star Destroyer, "Apotheosis" [Unique] 2,000m
5x Tulak Hord-Class Star Destroyer 10,000m
4x Ranator-Class Star Destroyer 8,000m
4x Pellaeon-Class MK II Star Destroyer 6,400m
2x Interdictine-Class Star Destroyer 3,200m
1x Imperator-Class Escort Frigate, "The Imperator" [Unique] 400m
Total: 30,000km

 

[Eruna Delmarra]

"Understood, master." she said before taking her TIE out to follow her orders. Eruna had helped give enough suppressing fire before having a few fighters tail her to take them away from the escorts the Sith forces had. Thankfully she lured them far enough to where they ran into more waiting Sith fighters before Eruna used the chance and swung back around for the Apotheosis. Following her master's directive she waited before sealing it after they were able to board. Eruna was just too anxious to get back and out to the dog-fighting in the sky she quickly hopped right to it after her objective was done.

@Darth Praelior

 

[Kila Cadau]

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Darth Naefas"]

One thing about a fight between a Mandalorian and a Sith Lord was that it made a lot of noise, especially when people were throwing things like gunships around.
Somehow, (through a combination of string, gum, and handwavium), Kila had gotten groundside, and managed to get a little ways away from Preliat and anyone else in the immediate vicinity of those two. She could, technically, charge in blasters blazing, but that was probably not the best idea in the galaxy. Instead, the Rally Master moved carefully, doing whatever she could to remain undetected as she got close enough to see the small but distinct figures of Preliat and the Sith. Behind her visor, green eyes darted around as she looked for decent cover. Diving for it, she lined up the shot in her scope - getting the Sith's head pinned between the crosshairs. Breathe. In. Out. Pull the trigger.

Now move. If she missed, which was admittedly a possibility, she would rather not be yanked and dragged along the ground by the Force.

 

[Adamus Straife]

Avara received word that his apprentice was in a little trouble, and so he took it upon himself to handle the situation for him. His starfighter loomed over the battlefield where his apprentice, Darth Naefas, had been tracked to and saw the grim outlook of the fight. Several Sith and Mandalorians could be seen fighting; some alive, some dead, some in between. He saw his apprentice in the thick of it, dealing death wherever he struck. Though far off in the distance, he saw the glimmer of a sniper scope. His Force sight expanded over the area, catching a glimpse of the spark of aura that the Mandalorian @[member="Kila Cadau"] gave off. Summoning the dark side, he drew a battle precognition over his mind, and glimpsing seconds into the future, saw the sniper squeeze the trigger and let loose the shot toward his apprentice.

Darth Avara leaped out of the ship as it hovered above ground, and tossed his lightsaber through the air as he thumbed the ignition, letting the sniper's shot come into contact with the blade. The red beam of energy ricocheted into the sky, and the Sith Lord Avara broke into a deadly Force-enhanced sprint toward the location of the shot. She was moving after her shot; a clever sniper she was, at least. He pinpointed her through the Force, and when he came within distance, he unleashed a debilitating Force strike toward her legs, aiming to cave her body into the floor and destroy the ground around her. His lightsaber came back to his hand, twirling, and the Sith Lord confronted the sniper directly. With his battle precognition active, he would see any attack before it even happened. "Come, I'll let you live if you bend your knee to me, Mandalorian."

@[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

@[member="Darth Avara"]

Kila had to laugh at the Sith's request, despite the Force attack that had caused a few nasty crunching sounds in her left leg, rendering it useless, and caved in most of the ground around her. You're not the first one to say that to me - or something similar, anyway. She amended silently. "Pardon the incredulity - or don't, it doesn't make any difference to me - but does anybody ever actually agree?" She asked, slinging her sniper rifle back into place while drawing her besk'ad, relishing the idea of going toe-to-toe with a Sith. As an afterthought, she drew one of her blaster pistols, aiming, firing, and repeating in rapid succession from a half-crouch as she carefully kept all weight possible off her busted leg.

 

[Milo Osbron]

At a mere .9 meters Milo was hard to miss in his shiny new Beskar'gam armor. It felt nice to be healthy and part of something mostly it was the health he valued. But he was part of something and he was determined not to screw it up.
It took Him forever to find the waiting area for the boarding party but he finally did. He had to ask for directions twice but he found it. He stood at the door way for a few minutes before going in. He walked right over and climbed up onto the bench next to a mountain of armor. He figured that the person under it would be the safest person be near once the boarding actions started.
While he waited he took his helmet off, revealing himself to the others to be an Ewok with pure white fur that had been dyed gray in an angular tribal pattern, and began to double check the heads up display. He hadn't really had the time that he would have liked to get used to the suit yet so he felt one last check over was in order.

 

[Alan]

@[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Darth Avara"]

Out of the ashes, came a man. A demon to some, and a man to others. He wore the dust like a second skin, covered it in. He was dragging his lightsaber along the ground, scorching the ground wherever it touched. Sith trooper and Sith fell at his feet like raindrops, and he stared ahead, towards his target. He had met Kila, once. On Yaga Minor, a long time ago. Back when he could honestly consider himself a man, consider him whole. He ground his teeth as he brought his lightsaber behind him, and watched as a Sith came towards him. He raised his red blade, but didn't make it far after that. The green blade that he carried didn't make him a Jedi anymore, it was there simply because it was. He wrapped the force around the Sith's throat, and didn't choke him, didn't throw him, he simply crushed it. He watched him fall over, and Tracyn pushed him over as the masked-adorned Sith apprentice, or whomever, died at his feet.

He would not let this Sith fight Kila alone. Kila was good, but she wasn't Darth Avara good. Tracyn ran his crushgaunt adorned hand over his Ori'ramikade armor, enjoying the rush of battle near the Mandalorians. He was feeding off the dark side nexus of Dromund Kaas, whether he knew it or not. He was feeding off the fear and rage of battle, and it amplified his body terribly and powerfully. The sigil around his neck, gave him power. The amulet as well. He leaned his head back for a moment, the blood mixing with the dust, covering his face and body. He curled his arms outward, and stretched his fingers as he let out a scream that resonated not only in the force, but through the air as well. It was a scream of rage personified, and hate manifested. It was Tracyn Ordo, or at least, what had become of him. Kila wouldn't even recognize him anymore.

Tracyn advanced towards Darth Avara, narrowing his eyes. He heard, just in time, what the Sith said."Nobody bends their knees to crumbling empires, Sith."He extended his hand outward, and released his force burst, using the power that he had gained from the area and the sigil around his neck to do so, and the destructive force of the force burst, amplified by the power, would be devastating if Avara somehow managed to find a way out of it. Not that with him distracted, would he have much time to forge a shield to deflect SOMETHING OF THIS MAGNITUDE.

OOC:

sorry, couldn't resist.

 

[Kila Cadau]

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Darth Avara"]

Kila had, in fact, faced down Sith before and laughed. She was capable of cracking jokes in the middle of a battle, and did so with scary regularity. But this...well, this was just a little bit terrifying.

He looks... Kila couldn't even find the right word to describe the man before her. She wasn't even entirely sure he was a man...but he was vode, so that was reassurance. Maybe not enough to joke with him like she had on Yaga Minor, so long ago - she barely recognized him anymore - but it was certainly enough to accept him. Even if she was just a tiny bit afraid of him.

 

[Adamus Straife]

The sickening crunch behind the breaking of her leg was music to Darth Avara's ears. He watched the Mandalorian woman draw her weapon and fire a succession of blaster bolts at his body; with his precognition active, however, the sniper would find herself staring in derision as the Sith Lord deflected each blaster bolt away from him with a flourish. He relished this moment to put an end to the woman, or perhaps he would not. He had not thought what good slaves Mandalorians make; stubborn, independent and willful. It would be a great pleasure to break her.

But that was cut short when @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] arrived on the battlefield, wielding his lightsaber and dragging it on the floor like it were a club. He looked... angry, but his anger - while it looked focused and precise - was like an uncontrollable beast uncaged. He recalled his face, and remembered the words of Darth Kyros. He had been granted access to the files that the Sith Empire had upon Tracyn before its eventual downfall, and he had gleaned enough information; his appearance, a brief history, but most of all his style of play. A rabid dog foaming at the mouth would be the best description that Darth Avara could muster for him.

And then he did something stupid. It seems when former Mandalorian warriors wield the Force, they lose brain cells. Avara's battle precognition was very much active, which gave him plenty of time to react to his Force burst, as powerful as it was. First, he essayed to grasp the Mandalorian sniper @[member="Kila Cadau"] with the Force, choking her simultaneously, before tossing her into the path of the oncoming power. A piece of meat to the grinder. Too late Tracyn was to stop it, the only positive he could take out of the situation is that Avara was about to be blown quite a distance away. He wrapped his body in a bubble of safety, his mastery of tutaminis coming into play. The protection sphere flickered to life, blue and glowing, when the burst came to. "Bad move, Ordo," he bellowed through the chaos. "And now she dies!"

 

[Alan]

Due to the little amount of time Tracyn put into it, and the fact that he himself controlled the burst and where it went to, he threw it to the side when he picked up Kila, and let it slam into the ground. The impact was nothing short of a grenade going off, throwing dirt and debris everywhere. Tracyn walked forward, flicking his lightsaber to the back-handed, underhanded grip of Djem So. He curled his crushgaunted hands inwards, and stared down at Darth Avara. He may have been rageful, but he was still well trained, and had the kill count and beaten foes to prove it. Even the Sith Emperor fell to his mighty fist.

Battle precognition worked well, but only in short bursts. Not even the most powerful Jedi and Sith could constantly use it without tiring themselves or subjecting themselves to distant and vague visions, and eventually obscurity through them. Tracyn stared at Kila for a moment, as if he was looking at a child. He was simply checking if she was alive, not fine. She would survive, as she had before. His eyes flickered over to Darth Avara, before narrowing. He spun his lightsaber from his back to his front, and stared at the Sith. Darth Avara would have most likely never have fought an opponent like Tracyn, with such ferocity and deadliness intertwined from years of training and experience, coupled with pure aggression and rage, that he had not only been given the name The Demon, he had earned it. He had earned it in blood and bodies, earned it in war, earned it through steel and through blades.

Tracyn took up the Djem So stance, bringing his dominate leg back and holding his lightsaber slightly upwards at a horizontal angle, and stared down Darth Avara.

"Come and get it you cowardly son of a queen."​

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@[member="Darth Avara"]​

@[member="Kila Cadau"]​

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He wondered how the Mandalorian was capable of resisting the Force from him. He hadn't taken control of his mind, he was simply holding him in place with the Force, there was literally no mind games involved, but that was irrelevant at the moment, the Mandalorian thought he could simply jetpack over his head? Pah!

The first few bolts were halted by his force shield that was being empowered by the dark sided nexus of the planet. But while they were being stopped and after the Yuuzhan Vong had countered, or been hit by his lightsaber, Darth Naefas didn't wait to see and had already leaped directly upwards to avoid the blaster bolts from the Mandalorian and any other swift attacks the yuuzhan vong wanted to do behind him.

The last few bolts that had left the Mandalorians blaster would have probably hit the yuuzhan vong, but it would just be more friendly fire in war. Wrapping another force shield around himself, he angled himself so he was out of the way of the Mandalorian's blaster for the next few moments, and with his free hand, he casted a force crush over the mandalorian's jetpack only to cause it to explode on his back.

Whether it did kill him or not, it didn't matter. The Sith Lord had already landed on the ground with a roll and was turning around to face his opponents.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Kalordo Lah"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

But he had, and his name was Darth Mendacium. Taller, bulkier and more powerful than this broken shell of a man, and far more cunning. He let the Mandalorian survive, for now, and focused his attention on this so-called demon. Still, he could relish in the heat of the battle without having everything come to him seconds before it was happening. Seeing to the future, even in short bursts, was helpful, but Darth Avara craved the passion of battle, when his life might well be on the line.

He watched him pivot about in Djem So, and he was holding his weapon wrong for a purported trained and experienced killer. This was Shien, but he wouldn't inform him of that until it was too late. He was a little angry that Tracyn had dared defile his favourite form, the one he had mastered to the highest degree, and so he would punish him for his transgressions. "Cowardly, ah," he paced from side to side. "You wound me, Ordo, but isn't it you that turned your back on the Jedi Order? We think alike, you and I, yet you pretend to be one apart from the rest." Avara spread his legs apart, flourishing his blade in a Makashi salute, before holding the weapon at his side; the second of the seven forms was his secondary form, not nearly as effective as Djem So, but still deadly enough.

"The truth is, you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake," He stepped forth, feinting the blade at his right and left sides to put him off balance. "You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else." And then he struck, using the feints to open up his defence, with a deadly sun djem. He didn't want to kill Tracyn, merely embarrass him in front of the woman. A quick disarming slash would do well.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Alan]

Tracyn's lips formed into a smile. He stood motionless, watching the blade work of the man. Makashi. The form for the elegant. Tracyn moved his armored arm to the left to block the attack, anticipating the sensation of a bouncing lightsaber, but there was none. He moved body to the left, avoiding the incoming right slash as well.


Curiously, Tracyn simply dropped his lightsaber when the Sun Djem came towards it. He moved his crushgaunts into the Teras Kasi stance, before one hand was blocking and ready to catch the blade, or sway it off course, and then, he went for the more brutal of hand to hand movements, the ankle stomp. His leg was extended upwards, almost as if he was about to jump, but instead it rocketed downward and came towards his ankle. His blocking hand prevented him from using a slashing movement to try and lop off part of his leg. The thing that Adamus didn't want to do, was get Tracyn in a position to use his hands alone, and Tracyn hadn't even begun to use any real forms of Teras Kasi or of the other numerous hand to hand movements he knew.

Ask Krag.

@[member="Darth Avara"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

(Embarrass him in front of the - okay, I'm sorry, but that is hilarious. I don't even know why it is, it just is. On a different note, I'm assuming you tossed Kila aside when you started to fight, @[member="Darth Avara"]? If not, I'll edit.)

Kila silently resolved to bring a stash of Force-breaker grenades with her next time she went into a battle, which would probably not be long in coming - if, of course, she managed to survive.

Her initial reaction when the Sith yanked her, while choking her, into the path of Traycn's force blast, was one of uh-oh. Perhaps something of an understatement, given the circumstances. Her second reaction, when Avara tossed her aside, was one of annoyance. Now what in the Manda was the point of that? She wondered crossly, coughing and gagging as her oxygen-starved lungs sucked in precious air. She tried to drag herself to her feet, remembered why that was a bad idea when her (broken) left leg collapsed beneath her as jagged shafts of pain lanced through it. Ow. Understatement much, self?

Shaking her head violently to clear it - she still had little black spots doing the Dha Werda Verda in front of her eyes - she scrambled for a weapon, either her rifle or one of her pistols. The rifle had been strapped to her back, so there was a very good chance it was still there. One pistol had been securely holstered, but the other one, as well as her besk'ad could have very well been scattered in all the violent yanking and throwing she'd been subjected too. Rifle. Ah. She thought with a kind of deranged cheerfulness, as she lined up the shot where she lay - getting up wouldn't serve any purpose, and if nothing else, it would give Masky something to think about.

Normally, Kila wouldn't fire on an opponent when they were so close to one of her own, but at this range, there was no chance she'd miss. Even so, she wasn't about to take chances, and aimed for the back of the Sith's shoulder, the one farther away from the young woman. "Eat hot lasers, dar'jetii." She grunted, firing off another shot (provided Masky didn't manage to interfere in time), aimed at his far ankle.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

He was punished for his mercy, a mistake he would never make twice. The first shot from the rifle of @[member="Kila Cadau"] grazed the flesh of his shoulder, singing the robe and burning hot through him. His rage amplified, and brought his senses to full alert. Darth Avara made sure that the second shot wouldn't make an impact as he broke away the close range between him and @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] with a cartwheel. When the Mandalorian sniper's shot came, he swung his blade around, utilising a Shien deflection to send the blaster bolt back from whence it came; with all the momentum and velocity it had been shot at him with. Coupled with his Force rage, the shot became a bullet of pure malice.

So Tracyn could fight tooth and nail as long as he was close, but unfortunately for him, Darth Avara had tricks in every facet of the dark side of the Force; particularly in Sith sorcery. Rolling his wounded shoulder, he let his hand rise up infront, aiming perfectly at Tracyn's body. For a moment, it might have looked like a jet of lightning were about to explode from his fingertips, instead it was something that Darth Avara thought personally was much, much worse. His hand began to burn with the dark side underneath his glove and gauntlet, and pressure began to build. Before long, a blast of Force was hurtled out, malicious and dark looking the blast was, and very much able to be sensed. Coupled with his intense rage, and the pain that fueled his body, the Force blast grew and cascaded toward Ordo with destructive intent. Behind the cover of the blast, the Sith Lord withdrew a Sith shikkar into his hand and spun to gain momentum; he launched the shikkar for Tracyn's sternum. If the blast was thwarted, the shikkar would instead find its way to bury itself within Tracyn's chest. Perhaps it might puncture a lung or pierce his beating heart.

 

[Kila Cadau]

Kila flinched reflexively as she saw Masky's lightsaber arc up and slice at the air, instantly knowing he'd deflected her shot. That flinch probably saved her life, as the blot spanged off her beskar'gaam helmet, leaving a crater of respectable depth and surprising circumference. A half-centimeter down and it would have passed clean through the visor of her helmet and killed her instantly. But she held her fire for now, instead glancing about for a more concealed position to fire from. A rock outcropping jutted out of the ground a few meters away - her rough estimate was about five or six - and would provide ample cover if she could reach it. Sadly, the broken bones in her left leg rendered that much more difficult than it should have been if she could run. As it was, she'd have to crawl.

Well. Best get it over with then. Moving as quickly as she could, ignoring the pain as much as possible, she dragged herself towards the rocky outcropping, taking care to cover any gaps in her armor as much as possible - specifically, the underarm and the neck seal, keeping her elbows bent moving her arms rapidly, but with little movement.

@[member="Darth Avara"]

 

[Ordo]

@Kaliya Dupree @Vinyata Nicashii @Captain Larraq @Basaba Willamina @Ember Rekali @Sarianna Misarr @Grozurra @Arrbi Betna
(@Darth Tyrana If I leave you hanging again you can Kick the crap out of PM me. Sorry.)

"Command this is Striil Leader," He said across the secure channel, "Striil Squadron moving to intercept Sith fighters, over. Striil squadron assume claw formation on me with overlapping fire-arcs. Lets show these pups what real pilots can do."
Ordo peeled away and the squadron formed up.

Spoiler

Ordo adjusted his instruments and followed an intercept course with the Sith fighters. He breathed calmly and could feel the ship's engines hum, the instruments buzz, this was where he was most dangerous and most alive. The squadron followed his movements precisely matching his speed and movements, their spacing was prefect, their weapons were hot. They drew into the furball at attack speeds and fired their way through.
Several Sith fighters blossomed silently into pieces as the Vhe'viins tore their way into and back out of the swarm of fighters. They streaked away and as a unit banked hard to cut back through the Sith squadrons.

"Hold formation, don't break away unless you pick up a tail." he reminded them but he knew they didn't need to be told what already made sense, they were Mandalorian pilots not Republic or Sith ones, and since when did you have to tell a Mandalorian what made sense. "Alright we're coming up to range, light'em up!"
Ordo's fighter felt like an extension of himself as he streaked back into the mess. This was the only time he could feel what aruetiise called the force, but what he knew was the Manda. Suddenly he felt drawn to engage a specific TIE. Several of his squadron picked up tails this time through and the squadron broke up into two fighter teams. Ordo peeled away with Striil 6 his wing man and tore a path toward the TIE fighter he'd sensed.

Spoiler

"Let's dance Dar'jetti," he said to himself.

 

[Alan]

An explosion of pain sent Tracyn backwards, throwing him to the ground. It felt like a darkness, but it was more destructive, more direct. Almost as if the person casting it, Darth Avara, was intending to hurt him and him alone. It was personal, the way the force hit him. Other powers were more general and apathetic towards their victim, but this was direct.

Tracyn bounced off the ground, rolling along the rubble and dust. He fell into a pool of blood and bodies, a mix of Imperial soldiers and civilians. He lay there for a while, before rolling over to face the sky. He lay there, gathering himself for a moment, and stared up at the sky, patiently. A calmness washed over him, a feeling he hadn't felt for what seemed like eternity, or ever. He took a deep breath, and waited, and aided himself in recovering from the attack.

@[member="Darth Avara"]

 

[Captain Larraq]

Larraq watched in dismay as the Republic fleet arrived ahead of schedule. He hadn't had enough time to lure the Sith fleet into the position he had intended for them. Still though, he had maintained his broadcasting of the Sith fleet's position through an encrypted HoloNet transmission since the beginning of this engagement. Every few minutes a encrypted message was generated on a randomly selected Mandalorian ship and transmitted on the HoloNet. Thanks to the information Larraq had been providing them, the Republic forces had managed to drop from hyperspace at exactly the location they had chosen.

That location formed a 5th corner on a box that Larraq's fleet was preparing. Ahead of and above the bulk of the Mandalorian fleet, the Republic fleet was closer to the moon and was several elevations above the Sith fleet. By now, Alpha and Bravo formation were only slightly below the elevation of the Sith fleet but were far enough to either side to still be out of range of the Sith guns. What was left of Charlie formation had pulled ahead of both Alpha and Bravo and was several elevation below the other fleets and formations. The support fleet, comprised of rapidly moving corvettes, was well below the Sith, Republic, and Mandalorian fleets. Those 15 ships were quickly approaching the planet and was pulling further and further away from the larger and more dangerous ships in the engagement.

Closely tailing the corvettes were a large number of stealth ships. Some used sensor masks to maintain their discretion on the battlefield, others used a double-blind Hibridium method that would have rendered them blind were it not for the IFF transponders of the Corvettes that weakly broadcast the location of each Corvette as a reference point for the stealth fighters to follow.

On the bridge of a warship, Larraq held onto a small railing that encircled the commander's station and watched the movement of ships on a forward viewscreen. Position and counter-position. Move and counter-move. That was how Larraq saw the battle. And as sensors flared with warnings and Sith fighters were launched, he knew it was time to begin the next stage of his plan.

“Charlie formation come about by 90 degrees.” Larraq said into his communicator. “Follow the support fleet. Alpha and Bravo formation, bring yourselves to a 90 degree angle using the planet and moon as a reference. Mirror the movements of the Republic ships and maintain current distance from Sith fleet as best you can. We'll close in once the Republic is in position.”

Pressing a button, Larraq switched frequencies and an encrypted broadcast was bounced around the Mandalorian ships before being sent in the direction of the Republic fleet. “Republic forces. Please invert yourselves and keep the Sith fleet on your dorsal side. Split into three formation. 5, 5, and 4 four ships each. Move forward at a steady 90 degree angle from the planet. Try to get your two flanking formations directly above the Sith fleet on either side, and your primary formation blocking their path. We'll come at them from the other side. Happy hunting.”

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Larraq prepared himself for combat once again. He doubted very much that this battle would go as smoothly as taking the planet had. “All ships, all crew.” Larraq announced to his fleet. “Prepare for zero-atmosphere operations. T minus 5 till atmosphere is vented from all ships. Prep all fighters, dropships, drop pods, shuttles, and other launch craft. All non-essential crew and leftover marines are to board escape pods and await further orders. Anyone left over is to find a repulsor pack and await orders by an airlock.”

@[member="Milo Osbron"], @[member="Darth Praelior"], @[member="Ordo"], @[member="Darth Tyrana"], @[member="Grozurra"], @[member="Arrbi Betna"],