Dominion MP Dominion of Ancora ~ Primal Alliance

[Tarre Priest]

Objective Two - Northern Defense
Location - Er'Kit Forward Operations
Tags: I'dadr Gargon , Open
​

That moment of breath. A moment of reflection came and went as I noticed the larger man who came to stand before me. Stating a recognizable image of when I had showed up to the little meeting of the minds. Nodding my head, he would hear the smile in my voice as I spoke after his explanation. My own hand reaching out in kind to his own.

"Tarre Priest. Alor of Priest. Currently I have my Commandos teaching basic firearm drills. If you would set up a station of Communication and Recon deployment, that would be the best place to start."

My attention was taken away from them with how small this Forward Operation was at its current time. Hopefully there was a chance in which these Er'Kit would be able to be a good military force on their own. Militias so they could protect their own people and govern themselves without us. Only our hands acting as a guide for them.

"With so few who are seeking to be in a Military, we need to teach them Recon and better communication methods so that guerrilla style warfare is more effective in smaller groups. If they can work small, then they can work even more effectively in larger groups."

My helm came back to face the man. From my stature, I had to look up just a little to reach his eye-line. Sure, I may have been slightly smaller, but that didn't matter in our culture. It was about how much fight you had in your soul. Absolutely there was an aspect of all Mandalorians that had the initial thoughts of "Could I take 'em?" And for me, with how often I had fought Force Users, I felt like I had a chance. Yet I put that aside for us to work together.

"So long as you don't go butting heads with the locals, I think we will be good."

A small chuckle came from my own voice. A smile in its tone at the previous comment of him getting his ass handed to him by another Mandalorian. It was how we worked. Respect through combat and fighting. So to see that he accepted such, so easily, told me all I needed to know of this man. In a fight, In combat, I could trust him to get the job done to his best ability.

 

[I'dadr Gargon]

Location: Er'Kit Forward Operations

Objective: 2, with the help of The 1st Gargon Foward Recon, assist the Priest clan with training guerilla forces.

Forces: 1st Gargon Forward Recon Platoon "Rats of Gargon"

Tags: Tarre Priest Tarre Priest


The mention of guerilla warfare brought a smile behind his Bucye , the concept of striking hard and fast before withdrawal against a larger force represented the mand'ode. They picked a fight with the entire galaxy and had almsot won, despite the galaxy being larger then they were. Had the damn jedi named Revan not intervined, their fast strike would not have forced them to withdraw. One thing was certain, for whatever reason since the days of palpitines empire. Sith forces had always struggled to defeat rebel or guerilla forces, they relied on fear to make a population give up. But against a population willing to fight to the end, history had shown they always would lose to that.

Priest and Gargon were not here to teach them how to fight just because they were looking to gather more members to the defensive federation. They both were here because the sith needed to be stopped, they were snowballing in strength. If mandalorian training could help the Er'Kit kill some sith then he did not mind it.

Tarre needed him to begin teaching groups how to set up signal posts and quickly, and that was something the 1st Gargon Forward Recon excelled at. Their handshake was quick before getting to work. The figure nodding at the comments of the commando, as to what was needed to be done. Tarre had balls to tell him to treat the locals lightly, especially with a hint that their could be problems if he did not. He chuckled at that comment, "Ahu uba coweuah. (Alright you pistol.)" , a compliment to the mandalorian commando and his spirit.

Walking away he and his men began setting up a station, around properly setting up a signal post. "I want all my signaler, Comm, and equipment specialists here now! It's time you learned how the sith took heavy casualties at Empress Teta." . He began waving over the specialists to his station, waiting patiently before he began his lesson like Tarre's boys had. Marksmanship took precedent, it did not matter how versed one was in equipment if one cannot fire a basic service weapon. Soon his lesson would be the next step for the militia.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia couldn't help but smile, she was sure that Aloy Vizsla would be more than happy to allow such a thing to be built around Concordia if it meant better defences for all of them. She made a mental note to ask her about it next time they met. "We can take it up with Caln Vizsla when we get home." She replied snapping her attention to the approaching royal. Mia gave a small bow of her head in greeting, eyebrow arching in surprise at the use of mando's, though as she spoke of Mig Gred the greeting seemed less out of place.

Her eyes shifted to Zel Sharratt "You should come to the next Oyu'baat meeting, that'll be a calibre of meeting you won't get anywhere else."

She extended a hand to Sanya Val Lerium "We appreciate you taking the time to see us, your highness. i'm already impressed by the station so looking forward to seeing it in greater details."

She gave a nod towards Mig. "Good to see you, vod."

Drego Ruus

​

 

[Drego Ruus]

Tag: Mia Monroe Sanya Val Lerium Mig Gred Zel Sharratt
​

"We can take it up with Caln Vizsla when we get home."

"I haven't had the chance to speak with the Vizslas yet. Only word I've ever got on them was one of them trying to murder a bunch of padawans on Ukatis back during the Enclave invasion. Then again, that's par for the course with that group. I'd be happy to meet with some vod who aren't hellbent on crusading against our allies."

Drego paused, looking to Sanya. "Oh thank god, I was praying we wouldn't be sitting in another office space." He let out a hearty laugh, rolling his eyes under his helm, moving his head with the motion to allow the others to follow the gesture. "I'm sure you understand how repetitive those can be, your highness. Just...endless meetings."

The sight of Mig gave the Warmaster hope this would go smoothly. If his Vod has already secured a small portion of the ring for ship building, clearly there was precedent to allow them to use it more.