Skirmish Neo-Crusaders Raid on Contruum | Open to All

[Sig Dryggo]

Allies: Hakon Fett Kaiyra Munin Sahan Dragr
Enemies: Valery Noble Jonyna Si Vince Rulonom Laborr

<"Dryggo, get some men to reinforce our left flank–they’re piling up on that side.”>

Like a droid programmed for warfare, Sig’s jetpack activated and he launched himself up and forward, landing on the roof of the building directly in front of him. Walking to the left side of the building, he could see two sizable swuads of soldiers moving through and between the houses, heading towards the main square of the town.

At the foot of the building he stood atop of, Sig could see several of his brothers and sisters finishing off the initial squadron of troops. “Par parjai ra kyr'am!” Those below him looked in the direction he was yelling and quickly repositioned, spreading out to attempt to bottle them into the alleyways and houses they were moving through. Sig, meanwhile, let a smile creep across his face. His blood began to boil as he approached the ledge of the two story building.

His rage was unleashed.

Letting out a blood curtailing battle cry, Sig launched himself from the rooftop and brought his full weight down onto a soldier below who died instantly. Standing up, there were two soldiers in the alleyway, both of which began opening fire. As the bolts impacted his armor he stumbled back. The armor would protect him from direct injury, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt still. Extending his right arm forward, he let out a single shot of his blaster. As the guard watched his friend fall, he’d be greeted by his own blaster bolt which sent him backward, dead.

He quickly entered the house that was adjacent to the building he dropped from. Inside there were several more soldiers, engaged in melee combat using long spears. As he entered, one turned to him and lunged forward. Sig side stepped the attack easily enough and grabbed hold of the spear, between the hands of the solder. Throwing it forward, the soldier was slammed in the face with his spear’s hilt. Stumbling back he released the entirely, allows Sig to take hold of it. The guard cowered backward upon regaining his senses, Sig approaching slowly and methodically. He enjoyed it, watching the man turn in dread. With rage filled eyes Sig threw the spear forward, pinning the now dead guard against the wall of the home. The final guard was still engaged and didn’t have any time to react when Sig grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him backwards, down into the ground. As the guard groaned in pain, Sig quickly ended it with a blaster shot to the head.

He glanced at the few brothers and sisters who were in the home with him. “What are you waiting for,” he questioned angrily, “Te aru'e awaits!” The all turned and quickly left the house, re-entering the growing battle outside.

His bloodlust was growing. He wanted glory. He wanted a jedi. ​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Ship: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber

<Coming with. Buddy system.>

Valery heard Jonyna Si over comms and rolled her eyes, but also understood the thought. She carried a great responsibility and she was heavily outnumbered if she went down there alone. From her cockpit, it was hard to get an exact number, but these Mandalorians were controlling a large enough area to be worried. Worse, there was no quick response team from the Alliance presence yet.

The Trade Federation was sending down fighters and transports to assist, but could they really be trusted? Every time they were involved, she felt there was more to it.

No genuine desire to help other people.

His voice, whilst laying low in the rubble, was calm and quiet "This is Ambassador Vince Ivro Kalmorak of Onderon. Mandalorians are killing locals and destroying-" he trailed off as his eyes scanned his surroundings ... mostly everything

As Valery made another strafing run, she heard Vince over comms and smirked, <We can see that, Ambassador. We're making our way down now.> If he was able to see all of that, it meant he was down there and ambassadors, well, weren't usually the types to be at the frontlines.

<Master Si? Let's leave the rest of their shuttles to the reinforcements. We're going down there to meet these Mandalorians.> Turning to her controls, Valery tracked Vince's signal and brought her X-wing around. She wasn't going to land too close to him, just in case it'd lure the Mandalorians to him, but she needed to know if he was safe.

Soon enough, her fighter touched down and Valery hopped out of the cockpit. Already, she drew the hilt of her weapon into her hand and began to look around.

<Ambassador Kalmorak? We're moving up to the village. Will you be joining us?>

Hakon Fett Sig Dryggo Jonyna Si Kaiyra Munin Rulonom Laborr Lt. Bren Alazar Vince Trajan Fett ​

 

[Upsilon Ha'rangir]

Location: ??? > Columus
Objective: Negotiate.
Tag: Rulonom Laborr ​

There was a audible sharp inhale.

" Impudence." Upsilon stated briefly. " If time is your currency so be it. Your presence in this sector indicates a interest that you no doubt profit from, I propose this, continue your actions on the Contruum sector but impede your forces by exactly 10%, how this is allotted is of no consequence or concern to me or vode. In turn I will direct future mandalorian incursions to prospects of Federation interest. You will have everything to gain and nothing to lose and full plausible deniability." He stated to the point.

How he was getting his information he left out.

Upsilon was not ignorant to the security counter measure rerouting the Columi's own sub-routines. There was little he could do about it from such a distance away and he follow the path of no resistance and allow the Vessel a clue of who or what was behind this message. Gradually the ping would narrow down.

Away from the "Tyrant of Trade", Away from the frigates adjacent to it and then to a single planet. Any further details would be met with another one of Upsilons subroutines.

The planet was Columus.

 

[Lt. Bren Alazar]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: GEAR

ALL - Mk V Armor, Armor H.U.D, 3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, T-73 Handgun,
Michael - RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), .Duffel bag with multiple shaped charges.
Gabriel - RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), Scattergun,
Sariel - RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), Stun Club
Raphael - Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC), Assault Rifle, Stun Club
Uriel - SMR, Carbine,
Raguel - "God Gun",Carbine,
Remiel - M-14 Sniper Rifle, Carbine,[/I]

3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Snipers)- SMR, "God Gun", M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)
(Assault)- RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun, Scattergun,
3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon)(Grenade Variant)

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS AND SUPPORT

BLUE TEAM - Michael, Gabriel, Sariel,
GREEN TEAM - Raphael. Uriel
OVERWATCH AND AUTOMATED PILOTING - Raguel, Remiel, Seraphim

Michael, Gabriel, Sariel,Raphael, Uriel,Raguel,Remiel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation][/I][/B]

The moonless night was slowly becoming lit up with the light of starship engines as Galactic Alliance Navy 305th Special Forces Unit Code name “Omega Squad” silently made their way through the dense forest towards their next objective, yet another enemy airfield. There was word that Jedi were trying to land, so their orders were to take and secure this field. This was going to be a (censored), but it is what it is. The team moved with precision and stealth, their training allowing them to blend seamlessly into the shadows. The only ones knowing that they were even where they were had their “IFF”s and considering theirs were heavily encrypted, really, they were “not there”. They waited patiently, eyes scanning the horizon for any movement. They knew that this would be their only chance, so they had to be ready to act. Waiting for what looked to be a troop carrier to take off was their cue, they prepared to make their move.

While they did not have the time together as their predecessors did, Omega squad was composed of elite soldiers trained to handle the most dangerous missions in the galaxy. They were highly skilled in combat, stealth, and intelligence gathering, making them the perfect choice for covert operations behind enemy lines. So this was in their wheelhouse.

Their current mission had brought them to the planet Contruum, a remote world controlled by the Mandalorians. The Mandalorians were a fierce warrior culture known for their brutality and unyielding loyalty to their leaders. The Galactic Alliance had been at odds with the Mandalorians for years, and tensions were running high.

Omega Squad had been tasked with securing a Mandalorian-controlled landing field on the outskirts of a small town. The landing field was crucial for the Alliance's plans to launch a surprise attack on a Mandalorian outpost deep in enemy territory not to mention, keep the Mandalorians from doing the same. If Omega Squad could secure the landing field, it would give the Alliance a much-needed advantage in the ongoing conflict. Failure was not an option, they had to be successful. They had to ensure the landing field was secure. There would be no second chances.

As they silently made their way through the deserted streets of the town,most of the team knew that one thing was certain, it was “too easy”. That was because another unit was doing the same thing, but with different orders. The 188th Special Forces Unit “Gamma Squad”. Their team was led by Captain Kara "Spectre" Halsey, a veteran soldier with years of combat experience. She was a natural leader, respected by her team for her cool demeanor and quick thinking. Everyone outside her unit respected her experience, even Alazar, but she was the ex-wife of his former CO Captain Aien “Azrael” Mueller and knew that she was a total… well you can decide the adjective, no matter how spicy for yourself.

Boss, incoming message from Gamma. Spectre wants you.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Alazar nodded as “Gabriel” the team’s second and tech specialist(including comms) signaled for the team to secure the perimeter. Bren touched the comm-link wrapped around his neck.

[Michael]

[“Hold your position. We have contact and they will have eyes.”]

[Holding]

Spectre signaled for the squad to halt as they approached a Mandalorian checkpoint blocking their path to the landing field. The squad took cover behind a row of abandoned buildings, keeping out of sight as they assessed the situation.

["We need to find a way around that checkpoint,"] Spectre whispered to the squad over their secure comms link. ["We can't risk getting caught before they reach the landing field.]

Alazar reached the actual comm-link unit and switched to his team communication.

[You have eyes Raguel?]

[You have to ask?]

“Michael” just smiled as one by one the team could hear “tango down” and watched as checkpoint guards fell.

[Spectre said “Thanks, but do your own job.]

Bren just again sighed, as the team began to move. There was the possibility that they were now a known entity in the town so it was time to cover their tracks. “Sariel” was setting IEDs in the road. Nothing overly destructive but ones that will disable speeders and even block accessways. They were not going to ruin the town if they could, there were innocents involved after all.

As they searched for a way around the checkpoint, a sudden blip on their motion tracker caught “Gabriel's” attention. He held up a hand to signal for silence as he studied the readings.

Movement ahead. his voice barely above a whisper. We might have company.

Silencers

The squad tensed, letting their rifles sling and pulling their sidearms, each member attached suppressors. Readying their weapons as they prepared for whatever threat lay ahead, they moved forward cautiously, sticking to the shadows and using the cover of the buildings to conceal their approach.

Suddenly, a group of Mandalorian soldiers emerged from a nearby alley, their weapons at the ready. Omega Squad reacted swiftly, taking down the enemy soldiers with ferocious precision. The sound of blaster fire echoed through the narrow streets or it would have if the unaligned soldiers had gotten a shot off., These soldiers were not “made” yet as none of them had jump packs. So stripping them of their weapons would make it easier to leave them in the “hiding place” that “Remiel” had set up for them. Even though they were enemies of the Alliance, their remains still deserved respect and were covered in cloth and their weapons set alongside them.


Let’s move. He said in a calm but commanding voice. We don’t have much time before these guys are missed and they send a squad to come looking for them. Gabe, get a message out that we are moving on an airfield to all Alliance Forces in the area.

Got it, you heard the man, let’s move![/COLOR]

The squad pressed on, their pace quickening as they neared the landing field. They did not get there without opposition, having taken two more patrols along the way. The team would have gotten there faster, to be sure, if they had not stopped to show the remains of the fallen the proper respect, but that was something that had to be done in Alalzar’s eyes. It could also help in the future, even if he didn’t know how at the moment.

Gabriel was still sending the message out.

 BEGIN ENCRYPTION:
(landing coordinates) good to go at the moment, maybe not the next.

It was the best he could do to send out the message of where to land for those who wanted to, at least in regards to the situation they were in.

They could see the faint glow of the Alliance ships in the distance, a beacon of hope in the midst of enemy territory. But as they reached the edge of the landing field, they were met with a sight that filled them with dread. A massive Mandalorian warship loomed overhead.

FRAK…, “Michael” whispered, his heart sinking as he realized the gravity of the situation. The Mandalorians had anticipated their move, and now the Alliance ships were in grave danger.

But no member of Omega Squad was about to give up without a fight. They may have been outnumbered and outgunned, but failure was not an option, whatever it took to protect their comrades and secure this airfield was within their grasp.

Orders Boss?

We don’t fail.

Hit’em!

We ain’t dead yet!

We’re fightin’ for these people too, not just us…

Grasping the underbarrel grenade launcher on his rifle, Bren shook his head.

Frag’em


Valery Noble / Hakon Fett ] Sig Dryggo / Jonyna Si ] Kaiyra Munin ] Rulonom Laborr ] Vince ] Trajan Fett

... yeah, I scare them.

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[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Valery Noble

<Master Si? Let's leave the rest of their shuttles to the reinforcements. We're going down there to meet these Mandalorians.>

<Copy Master Noble.> Jonyna shot back, a smirk forming on her face. Still wasn't used to being called Master, but Jonyna couldn't let the gravity of the situation get her down.

Grabbing her stick, Jonyna looked to the dash of her starfighter. "Dice, get us down."

The bot beeped, slowly rolling the X-wing to follow Valery down, landing next to her as Jonyna lugged herself out of the fighter. She would never admit it, but she hated flying just as much as Rayia did. Or, more accurately, she hated piloting.

"So...what's the plan?" Jonyna asked her council-mate. "I'm going to assume these guys aren't going to want to negotiate a peace, but it's your call Val."

Jonyna's hand instinctively drew now to her swords or sabers, but to the small sonic pistol she kept on her for occasions like this...

 

[Gaanla Munin]

C R U S A D E R
CONTRUUM
Hakon Fett | Trajan Fett | Kaiyra Munin | Valery Noble | Vince | Jonyna Si | Sig Dryggo

The men felt unsatisfied to raze the farmlands, but Gaanla felt a great amount of pride to see his brothers and sisters united on this front. Warriors from different clans under the true ways of Mandalore to reclaim their heritage. They started on Hoylin, and now Contruum was the next stepping stone to their righteous crusade.

They would die with honor, or live with glory.

They should finally be stimulated with the Jedi and other affiliates entered the fray with their intentions to aid to the locals. Damn the odds if they in their favor or otherwise.

<“It’s not just the Jedi we ought to worry about,”> he gestured to the skies when a lone Trade Federation carrier descent to the earth. The young warrior moved up to the perimeter of the settlement, under their control, and settled against a landspeeder with his rifle aimed at the incoming wave of soldiers from Contruum’s garrison.

<“Any word on Careena and the others?”> their retreat was dependent on their success in the shipyards.

 

[Arla Rodarch]

Contruum
Space
Equipment : Six Resolute-Class Battleships
Objective : Rain hellfire. Destroy the shipyards.

The distress signal from Contruum had been unexpected, but verbose in its description of the attack and its perpetrators. Arla, having identified quickly the intent of the attackers to sieze warships and build a navy of their own took action to interdict this attempt. She would not countenance a rival Mandalorian group to threaten what the Protectors had built.

If they wanted a navy, then they would have to use Mandalore's own. Working quickly, the Governor put together a task force and set out for Contruum.

The ships of Arla's force came out of lightspeed adjacent to the shipyards, which were already under assault. Rather than attempt to protect Contruum, its people, or come to its defense in any way, the Mandalorian navy had a different mission entirely. Asset denial. Resolute-Class battleships in tight formation, all with weapons systems fully powered, charged in toward Contruum and its shipyard dock facilities in space.

If the Neo-Crusaders believed that they were going to conquer or subdue the Mandalorian Protectors, Arla was intent on showing them that was a doomed endeavour. By not targeting the Neo Crusaders directly, she was also sending a message that they did not need to be enemies. But by destroying the Contruum shipyards, the ships therein, and any chance of the Neo Crusaders gaining ships and hulls for their war fleet, she was informing them she did not intent to countenance a rival Mandalorian power growing so close to the Mandalore Sector.

The Mandalorian Protectors already possessed massive resources in ships, soldiers, and the resources and logistical train with which to supply them. Now, they would demonstrate this, to their fellow Mando'ade, and their allies and friends too. Ignoring pleas for assistance from the local forces already under direct attack from the Neo-Crusaders, Arla's force took up positions close to the yards.

"Open fire." Arla ordered.

Ruthlessly, the six battleships began to bombard the Contruum Shipyard heavily. Docked ships were not spared, be they military or freighter, they were targeted for destruction along with the docks, the facilities, and any defence emplacements.

Arla watched from the bridge of the battleship Journeyman as space flashed bright again and again with heavy weapon discharges, and the exhausts of missiles and torpedoes. Contruum's shipyards would be burned to ashes and blown to space dust under the heavy bombardment in a very short time indeed.

"Now, let's see if they got the message." she said, watching the display of firepower, with one eye on the sensor readouts. There seemed little that could be done to prevent the utter destruction of the Contruum ship yard facilities.

Livia Cadera Careena Fett Ninurta Slaabur'r Zandra Ruus

 

[Kaiyra Munin]

C R U S A D E R
CONTRUUM

Allies: Hakon Fett | Sig Dryggo | Sahan Dragr | Trajan Fett | Gaanla Munin
Enemies: Valery Noble | Jonyna Si | Rulonom Laborr | Lt. Bren Alazar | Vince | Jace Rhane

Do_Bad_Well
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The pure exhilaration and euphoria as one shrieked down through the planet's atmosphere from space 80 kilometers high - rider and beast as one, was way better than any drug could give you.

Sonic booms sounded and sounded again and again as Clan Munin warriors plummeted down from the heavens on their Basilisk war droids at insane speeds to swerve up with only 30 kilometers left to immediately fire upon enemy positions.

The red and black-armored Mandalorian and her iron beast glowed like the sun at first, then like hot coals; kept from completely burning up with their combined beskar armor and the war droid's magnetic tensor fields.

Rocket boosters kicked in with a deafening roar as she skimmed the planet's surface; beams of energy blasting out from the nose of her decorated mount with blood markings, melting through structures like butter and laying waste to everything in her path as the riders made way to the main ground battle.

The Mando's HUD showed several jetii iconic starfighters in the vicinity along with planetary defense force drop ships landing with troops deploying near where the Neo-Crusader's defense lines were formed presently.

I thought we were supposed to have the element of surprise here... she mused to herself rather pissed off.

<"Muunin, where are those basilisks?"> Hakon's firm question crackled over Kaiyra Munin’s comm frequency.

<"Inbound in ten, Fett. Oh, and keep your pretty little helmets down as we are coming in hot and heavy, then be ready to move.">

With that said the roar of the massive behemoths grew in intensity as they flew closer and came in for their strafing run on the amassing enemy troops; letting loose a barrage of their pulse wave cannons and auto-firing laser cannons, aiming to take out the soldiers advancing from the Contruum dropships onto the Mando's position and their craft as well.

<<Taylir, take Flight Two and go to it on those X-wings, Three escort our departing ships. Flight One with me.>> the Akaan's daughter ordered, then she had Buruk land near the Crusader's defensive line along with the other Clan Munin war droids spread out in formation to give her brethren cover on the ground in a tanklike fashion so they could get their plunder and warriors out before they got into an extended fight with the numbers staking up against them.

 

[Livia Cadera]

Location: Contruum
Objective: Decapitate encircling snake
Gear: Beskar'gam, boarding shotgun
Tags: Careena Fett Zandra Ruus Ninurta Slaabur'r Arla Rodarch OPEN

For most of the star destroyer, little had changed, everyone went about their tasks as the new captain paced around the command deck to aquaint herself. She wouldn't be staying, her next Objective was to dismantle the picked line, the few dozen frigates and light cruisers that had gathered to prevent the mansalorians escaping. The woman clipped the command access key into the control port and everything came to life for her. Her plan was to issue targeting orders to various ships and make the picket turn on itself. The ruse would be tricky, and would be uncovered before long, but the damage to ship's and the general confusion would pull ship's out of line and create an escape corridor. That was the plan, until a new turn of events changed things.

The assassin saw six large vessels arrive in space, all flagged with Mandalorian Protector IDs. She had been told of the protectors and their toadying to the galactic alliance, had they decided to show their hands already. Massive volleys of firepower started firing into the shipyards. It was a military facility so heavy shields and armour would keep her vod contained within alive for a time, but there was only so much that any facility could take. Livia thought and smiled to herself under her armour, she could work with this.

”This is your captain speaking. This is your Captain speaking. Attention! This is your Captain speaking. Attention! this is your Captain speaking.

Attention! This is your Captain speaking.”

Her voice modulator adjusted based on the records of the Captain's speeched until Livia was satisfied. She then entered the comm and spoke to the whole picket line. Trying to force herself into a voice if gravitas like her first teacher had taught her.

"This is your Captain speaking. As you will now be aware, the situation presented in front of us has worsened. No longer are our shipyards facing mere plunder, but complete destruction at the hands of the Mandalorian "Protectors". I know this is hard, we all have friends and coworkers over on that base that is being ravaged by the allies of the Galactic Alliance in simply to deny them to these new interlopers. I am giving the order to close the picket and defend our people.

We will sell ourselves dear for our home and I pray that I will see you on the other side.

For Contruum!"

livia smirked but couldnt help but thump her fist against her chest. The picket fleet responded quickly, the faster ships moving in to attack the rear of Arla Rodarch 's ships as they focused on the shipyards. The heavier ships like her own began to move forwards as well trained gun crews followed the order. Convincing them to fight against a foe that threatened their homes was significantly easier than trying to convince them to fight each other. The protectors had her ships outgunned of course, but this was a battle that Livia did not need to think about winning.

And with that, phase three of her mission was compete, the picket line was collapsing, of a sort, and the space was becoming clear for stolen vessels to depart under the cover of space borne chaos. Livia looked out of the hole in the bridge wall where she came in, she might have to leave soon.

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Shipyard, Contruum​

| Objective | Hijack Ships​

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Careena's gaze turned to the left as the accompanying Ninurta Slaabur'r informed her of the incoming welcome party. She offered a brief nod as she pressed herself against the wall of the corridor with one hand raised, aiming her pistol just where the hallway turned into theirs. She raised a hand for the boarders to follow suit, and wait for her signal to engage.​

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The incoming security force soon came into view, with a pair of droids taking point followed shortly by their organic counterparts. As soon as the first of the organic targets came into view, she squeezed the trigger on her blaster pistol, sending a bolt straight through their chest as they immediately crumpled. The droids warbled and turned to return fire as the rest of the organic security force immediately retreated for cover. Careena's aim shifted to the left, firing off a pair of shots that impacted the lead droid, a shower of sparks bursting from its chest as it immediately fell over. ​

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As blaster bolts began to exchange across the corridor, Careena pressed back behind a support strut for cover, starting to divvy up the boarding party. <"Team Two, make your way to the engine room and seize control of it. Team Three, head to the security center and lock it down; Ninurta, and the rest of you are on me to take the bridge."> She gestured for them to go about the opposite way as she peaked out from cover and opened fire to cover them.​

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A subtle rumble that seemed to intensify in intervals beneath Careena's feet as they were aboard the vessel alerted the Alor to something amiss. Careena tapped the side of her helmet as her HUD was shifted to offer the perspective of her basilisk war droid still on the exterior hull. The view zoomed in as Careena was able to make out six battleships approaching and opening fire on the shipyard. Upon closer inspection, she could make out the symbols of the Protectorate. A quiet mutter of curses escaped her lips as she saved the footage to relay to her allies, opening up a channel for the Neo-Crusaders, ​

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<"We have Protectorate ships attempting to take out the shipyard and those of us up here out with it by the looks of things. The Contruum Defense Fleet will be more occupied in their battlegroup, but our time has been shortened. I'm having the ships we arrived in pull out - we'll slingshot whatever vessels we do manage to take around orbit to pick up the ground team at the rendezvous point. Be ready to exfil by then. Careena out.">​

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Hakon Fett | Sig Dryggo | Livia Cadera | Kaiyra Munin | Sahan Dragr | ​

Zandra Ruus | Trajan Fett | Gaanla Munin ​

 

[Vince]

Neo-Crusaders Raid on Contruum
Objective II: Sending a Message | Intervening​

Tags for those in the vicinity, let me know if I missed someone
Allies: Valery Noble | Jonyna Si
Enemies: Hakon Fett | Sig Dryggo | Kaiyra Munin

The response would come quickly. An amused smirk formed on the Warrior's lips as he heard the response. Without holding the button to talk, he let out a low "Fair enough" before refocusing on the Mandalorian movements in the small farming community up ahead. From the perspective of the fighters, it would be but a few moments until he replied with a professional yet warm "Understood. The locals mentioned anti-air systems, stay safe."

Whilst waiting for them to arrive, the Ambassador's scope honed in on the Mandalorian in red ( Sig Dryggo ), to observe him spring to action and rouse some nearby Mandalorians before disappearing into a building. His sights then slowly continued to watch a few others as they stole and ruined property of the locals whilst other held the lines against armed locals. The Onderonian had met Mandalorians in the past: Seeing these, however, made his usually positive disposition fade with furrowing brows and a frown.

Right as he started to observe the raider in whites ( Hakon Fett ) his attention was drawn to the X-wings setting down not too far away from his position. Just as quickly as it had disappeared, Vince's usually bright expression returned as he momentarily allowed his attention to completely leave the scope to instead look over at the Jedi. Both of whom the Ambassador recognised. Although they had never met in person, recognizing members of the Jedi Council were part of the job description.

The militarist in him writhed at what was to come next, but the diplomat and royal had to do it: Sometimes, communications had to be more than the bare minimum, even on the field of battle. And thus, he spoke to them over the comms whilst observing them from his position in the ruined silo "Welcome to Contruum. We are glad you did not stop at Onderon."

Vince was beginning to answer the question with an "Of course" but cut himself off before the word had fully left his mouth. While his speeder had slipped by unnoticed, the X-wings conducting strafing runs had certainly not. As he looked back into his scope, he could see a number of Mandalorians by the village perimeter look to the landing site with at least a couple who appeared to raise their weapons.

"They're onto us" he spoke with a sense of urgency before taking a deep breath and pulling the trigger. A powerful orange bolt shot out from the barrel of his rifle. Whether wearing normal armour or beskar, a powerful enough bolt to the head or possibly even core were likely to be able to knock someone unconscious. Soon after the first shot was fired, a second shot came whistling towards a second target, then came the third, heading towards Hakon Fett at a deadly pace. The three carefully placed shots were followed by three faster and less precise ones, destined to saturate the path which Sig Dryggo exited out onto.

Hopefully, the sudden onslaught from his angle would have allowed his allies to close the distance.

 

[Zandra Ruus]

The frigate began to rock and buckle under the weight of firepower brought against it. It was sturdy, but it couldn't stand up to capital ship weaponry for very long. The whole assault team stopped in their tracks as the frigate shook, its durasteel hull creaking as it moved about. Even though their ship was under attack, the Mandalorians continued their attack. It was only seconds before the boarding party was back into their elegant and deadly dance, save for one.

Zandra bolted away from her vode, a hunger for glory growing inside her. She wanted to prove she was a real Mando, not just some scraggily foundling! A security team rounded to corner, blasters at the ready. To their shock it was a lone Mando standing there in jet black beskar. Before they could even command her to relinquish her weapons, she unleashed a flurry of slashes from her twin beskads. One man was cut up before he hit the ground, another charged her, She ducked his hands and drove a blade into his stomach, before tumbling deftly over another security officer. From there she'd toss a small blade into a combatant before finishing off the confused final member of security.

"That's four down," She stopped speaking to yank one of her swords out of an enemy. "And a few hundred more to go..."

As she was retrieving her gear, she heard a call come over the communicator in her helmet. A voice from very high above speaking to her.

<"We have Protectorate ships attempting to take out the shipyard and those of us up here out with it by the looks of things. The Contruum Defense Fleet will be more occupied in their battlegroup, but our time has been shortened. I'm having the ships we arrived in pull out - we'll slingshot whatever vessels we do manage to take around orbit to pick up the ground team at the rendezvous point. Be ready to exfil by then. Careena out.">

New orders from command, which meant she'd have to move faster than she'd like. Well, time to get chopping!

Tags: Livia Cadera Ninurta Slaabur'r

 

[Sig Dryggo]

Allies: Hakon Fett Kaiyra Munin Sahan Dragr
Enemies: Valery Noble Jonyna Si Vince
Other Tags: Careena Fett

As Sig exited the small house, a barrage of blaster fire came down upon him. He quickly jumped to the side, with one of the three shots impacting his chest. While protected from the blaster, it still shot a considerable pain through Sig’s body. This, however, would only fuel the flames. Standing upright his visor zoomed in on the attacker, who was a distance away.

Besides the marksman that had fired upon him, he noticed a pair of X-wings not far off and two figures standing beside them. His heart began to race. Revenge was his.

Like a force of nature, Sig began charging forward with a battle cry to boot. Several of his brothers and sisters nearby turned as he did so, watching as the lone Mandalorian rushed forward like a raging fire. His gaze wasn’t on the man who had fired on him. No it laid beyond, on the two figures that Sig was all too sure were exactly the fight he was looking for.

As he neared the marksman he jumped forward, his jetpack activating as he did so. As he flew above and over the shooter, he let off three shots each from his own blaster pistols, all in the hopes of getting the marksman out of the way for the fight he truly came here for.

Immediately then he landed a few feet away from one of the two figures. Looking up at her, the eyes beneath his t-visor now bleeding hatred, he let out a yell that could shake the planet:

“JETIISE!”

Bringing forward the carbine on his back, Sig began opening fire. Pulling the trigger three times, the three bursts of rifle bolts launched in the direction of the Jedi ( Jonyna Si ).

It was at this moment they were informed that their time was now cut short- the first mission of the true Mandalorians was nearing its end. Sig didn’t care. He was finally engaged in the fight he had always wanted. Now he just needed to win- or survive.​

 

[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

SHIP:

• "Ure'adtr" Howler Basilisk War Droid​

ARMOR:

• Besk'gathr Mk III​

WEAPONS:

• Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad​
• M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol​
• "O'dteyase Saranuhlr" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon​
• M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle​

ITEMS:

• AXC (10)​
• Mirshir Ka'esr Binders​
• Irya'kadir Smoke Bombs​
• Sasori Last Resort Cannon​
• Ring of Vision​
• Runi Ticu'r​
• Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses

AMMO:

• Gas Canisters (12)​
• Slugs (100)​
• Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag)​
• RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• Tracyn'wuta Pyro Slugs (5 Mags)​
• Hurdisi Photonic Blackout Rounds (5 Mags)​

---

Sahan had actually dozed off a bit while waiting for a fight that never came. Disappointingly, it seemed the area he was covering would not see any action. He was, however, awakened from his snooze by a comm from Careena:

<"We have Protectorate ships attempting to take out the shipyard and those of us up here out with it by the looks of things. The Contruum Defense Fleet will be more occupied in their battlegroup, but our time has been shortened. I'm having the ships we arrived in pull out - we'll slingshot whatever vessels we do manage to take around orbit to pick up the ground team at the rendezvous point. Be ready to exfil by then. Careena out.">

"Oh, for the love of Manda," Sahan sighed. <Arty, who is it?>

<SELF-APPOINTED NADA'YR, Arla Rodarch ,> Artus replied.

"Shit." Exasperated, Sahan flipped himself over to float in the air upside-down. <Patch me through to her.>

<Done.>

He gave a message for the Journeyman:

<Rodarch, stand down. I know you have foolishly helped the Alliance a few times, but you have no stake in this. Don't side with those lying traitors over your own people. Eventually, they'll turn on you too, like they did on the Enclave. It's only a matter of when, not if. There is absolutely no reason for us to fight, so don't make a reason.>​

Finsihing his message, he opened his line to his Basilisk. <Gold, leave everything here to Jericho. He's capable of watching over the town and civilians. We might need to pay a visit to some old friends.>

<We gonna get to fight!?> the droid/ship asked with excitement.

<I sure hope we don't have to.> Unless some Jedi showed up. He'd happily fight them.

---

TAGS: OPEN​

 

[Jonyna Si]

​

TAG: Sig Dryggo

“JETIISE!”

Bringing forward the carbine on his back, Sig began opening fire. Pulling the trigger three times, the three bursts of rifle bolts launched in the direction of the Jedi

"Chit!" She called out as she felt a kick in the brain by the Force to move. Lucky for her, Force Speed did her good enough to dodge two of the shots as Jonyna rolled to the left, the third hitting her dead in the chestplate of her armor. Her hand switched from pistol to saber as she ignited Lucy and prepared for a fight. "Guess that answers that."

She knew it would go this way. The mandos weren't one to burn crops and then negotiate a peace. No. They wanted blood. <Call me pretty at least first before you ask me out, geez.> She spoke in her own language, knowing the mando probably didn't speak it. She didn't want to give him the pleasure. It wasn't personal, but it was her way of coping.

Now she needed to close the distance. Blaster bolts could be deflected, but her saber wouldn't do her any good at this distance.

Maybe it was time to give Paul a test run...

Holding her ruby blade deadset in front of her, her offhand reached into the coat that had become her signature, and she pulled out the pistol that she had forged out of a sith's blade. Firing three shots empowered with the golden bolts that sparked off each shot, she aimed square for the mando's chestplate. She didn't want to kill, more disable. Armor like that was prone to malfunction while overloaded, and she hoped she could deal with this nitwit crusader without much damage. They needed answers after all.

 

[Hakon Fett]

ALLIES: Sig Dryggo Kaiyra Munin Sahan Dragr Gaanla Munin
ENEMIES: Valery Noble Jonyna Si Vince Rulonom Laborr
VALHALLA CALLING
"We Mandalorians have a saying. A warrior who doesn't hope for battle has no hope during battle."
―Canderous Ordo

<"Inbound in ten, Fett. Oh, and keep your pretty little helmets down as we are coming in hot and heavy, then be ready to move.">

The massive war machines landed with a thunderous thud, followed by the deafening whir of their weaponry powering up. White-hot beams blazed across Hakon's T-visor, casting the Mandalorians along the defensive line into stark silhouettes, as the basilisk war droids' pulse wave cannons unleashed rampage upon the advancing Contruum forces.

Several specks in the sky growing larger lifted Hakon's gaze upwards as the rangefinder of his helmet dropped neatly over his visor. He lofted an eyebrow in mild surprise at the sight: Federation landing craft slowly descending, escorted by a swarm of droid fighters buzzing around the transport vessels' flight path as they drew nearer to the protective screen offered by one of Munin's basilisk war droid flights circling over the Mandalorians positions.

<"Get behind the basilisks for cover!"> Hakon commanded over the comms, turning his attention back on problems they faced on the ground. From his vantage point on the ruined house's terrance, he possessed a good view over the battle as it unfolded. It warmly reminded him of standing on the bridge of a vessel as a shipmaster.

Yet, on a ship, Hakon held full control of its actions in the palm of his hand--here, on the ground, the nascent Crusaders did not necessarily act with the automaton of machinery. His nose wrinkled in annoyance at Sig's charge straight into the fray of Jedi that had just landed not far from their position. Hakon fought the urge to reprimand the younger warrior over the comms but he understood his actions and he understood the reluctance of his people for this seemingly honorless mission to raze farmlands. For too long, the Mandalorians had been neutered by noxious currents of thought that plagued their society; for too long, they had been denied the chance for true glory. And now, when given the chance to quench their hunger, they wolfed in the opportunity like famished men and women.

Out from the restless exchange of fire between the two warring groups, blaster bolts began to pepper his position with dangerous precision. He instinctively ducked and scurried for the shelter of the house’s scorched walls. A bolt caught him in the back and he landed face flat on the ground with a thud and a silent groan escaping his lips; gritting his teeth, Hakon crawled behind the wall then pulled his torso up to lean against the wall.

<"We have Protectorate ships attempting to take out the shipyard and those of us up here out with it by the looks of things. The Contruum Defense Fleet will be more occupied in their battlegroup, but our time has been shortened. I'm having the ships we arrived in pull out - we'll slingshot whatever vessels we do manage to take around orbit to pick up the ground team at the rendezvous point. Be ready to exfil by then. Careena out.">

Protectors? Here?

A conversation for another time. Their current predicament necessitated it.

<“Understood. Hakon out.”> Hakon said as he picked his carbine from the ground.

<“Hakon, this is Tav—we’ve had enough with burning kriffin’ grain, we’re coming for the fight!”> a voice cracked through his helmet and Hakon cursed under his breath.

Peeking over the corner of the wall, he noticed further response units piercing the skies in a hurry towards their position.

<“Go! Reinforce our lines as we prepare to withdraw.”> he replied.

<“Withdraw? We—“>

<“Do not test me, Tav.”> Hakon cut him off, voice as cold as ice.

The silence in return was the affirmative he needed.

Locking and loading the carbine, the Mandalorian rushed out into the terrace and leapt over its railings. The jetpack roared to life and thrust him upwards in a blaze of speed. Now he could truly see the battlefield in whole.

<”Begin slowly withdrawing. Exfill is incoming.”> Hakon ordered over the comms, it would be a while before Careena’s ships made the loop around. They had a fight on their hands until then. A worthy fight.

Hakon’s hand snapped forward, slightly shuddering as the vambrace began to whir. Small compartments opened up and a salvo of missiles was unleashed at the enemy’s positions ( Vince & Valery Noble ).

 

[Arla Rodarch]

​

Contruum
Space
Equipment : Six Resolute-Class Battleships, One Nopetopus-Class Interdiction Station
Objective : Rain hellfire. Destroy the shipyards. Prevent easy escape with prizes of war.

Watching the progress of the destruction of the Contruum Shipyards from the bridge of Journeyman, Arla also kept a wary eye on the sensor displays to see what actions the Neo-Crusaders would take.

A transmission came in, in the clear.

<Rodarch, stand down. I know you have foolishly helped the Alliance a few times, but you have no stake in this. Don't side with those lying traitors over your own people. Eventually, they'll turn on you too, like they did on the Enclave. It's only a matter of when, not if. There is absolutely no reason for us to fight, so don't make a reason.>

Arla smiled. Begging wasn't what she'd expected to hear, given the tough warlike talk the Neo-Crusaders were known for, but it brought the smile to her face. "Send no reply. Let them eat static."

She looked across to the comm station. "Send coded transmission to Grand Admiral Hades." The officer nodded, and dispatched the message.

Moments later, a massive object emerged from hyperspace behind Arla's ships, a Nopetopus-class Interdiction Station. The station powered up its gravity well projectors, ensuring there would be no quick and easy escape from this situation for the attackers.

Arla was amused that the Neo Crusaders believed she was here to assist the Galactic Alliance. For now, she was content not to correct their mistakes. The mention of the Enclave showed that at least some of their minds were in the past, not yet looking to the future. Probably why they'd walked into this mess in the first place. She wasn't here to hold their hands. Sooner or later they would figure it out.

Journeyman and her five sister ships continued to pour energy and projectile fire into the yards and the ships contained therein, offering no quarter, and little chance to escape. The arrival of the interdiction station made a quick exit fairly impossible, and they far outgunned the attackers, and the poorly equipped Contruum defense fleet too.

Some of the defenders had begun to maneuver to engage Arla's ships, but they could be safely ignored for the time being, as they presented very little threat to the Mandalorian Protector battleships. They'd wait until the yards were destroyed, then if they maintained a hostile position, they could be destroyed in place.

The Neo Crusaders had their reply. Now, it remained to be seen what they would do with it. There would be no quick and easy victory here for them, and if they persisted in attempting to build a rival Mandalorian power, they would find themselves opposed strongly at every turn.

"No prizes. Now, what will you do?" Arla asked no one in particular. She'd cut off any easy means of escape, and the yards and the prizes of war were all under her guns. Would they take the coward's route and flee, or would they try to fight it out? Or did they yet have some surprises of their own? She would find out. She had surprises aplenty if the enemy wished to be intransigent about this. Ignoring the urgent and repeated requests from Contruum as to their intentions, Arla simply watched the destruction unfold.

Livia Cadera Careena Fett Ninurta Slaabur'r Zandra Ruus Hakon Fett

 

[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

Location: Contruum Shipyards
Friends: Careena Fett Livia Cadera Zandra Ruus
Foes: Arla Rodarch
Objective: Take and kill before destruction

​

The hum of the shipyard was punctuated by the sharp activation of Ninurta's personal energy shield. It flared into existence, casting a faint, protective glow around his imposing form. With fluid precision, he holstered his firearm and reached for his weapon of choice—a Acidic Paragon Vibro axe. As his hand gripped the handle, the ultrasonic generators roared to life, sending vibrations through the weapon that stimulated the xenoboric acid within its micropores. Miniscule droplets of chemical leaked out, sizzling as they hit the floor.

Adjacent to him, the Alor of Clan Fett and the Neo-Crusaders were caught in a desperate situation. They had boarded the Contruum shipyards to commandeer the spacecraft being built, but now found themselves pinned down, the Mandalorian Protectors' bombardment threatening to destroy the entire shipyard and shipyard security attempting to defend the shipyard itself. They were running out of time. Even now the shipyard rumbled and shook lightly and it was only going to get worse.

His two charhounds awaited his command, but no words were needed; they understood his intent through his actions. As Ninurta blitzed into the corridor, the charhounds followed closely behind in a display of precise coordination. He moved with a grace and speed that seemed almost supernatural, bobbing and weaving through a torrent of blaster fire with an ease that would be envied by even Force-sensitives. For Ninurta this was just his innate biological inheritance paired with years of Teras Kasi training. Blaster bolts zipped past him and others glanced off his weapon, but none found their mark on him directly. He seemed to glide and dance in the chaos. Becoming one with it. When he was close enough, the charhounds fanned out, their maws opening to eject balls of fire into the group of enemies taking cover. The corridor lit up with the fiery onslaught, forcing the foes to scatter.

Amid the raging flames, Ninurta's bone and scale-hide figure burst through, vibro axe swinging downward with deadly precision leaving a security guard cleaved in two through the torso. Sweeping through the other security guards, the ultrasonic blades on each end of his polearm sang with a high pitch eerie whine as it cut through flesh and armor alike. Another fell victim to his wrath, then another and another. Noxious acid-laced blood pooled on the floor from limbs hacked off. The foes who were not fatally wounded were quickly finished off by the charhounds. The species were already known for melting down most materials with relative ease. The effect it had on light armor, let alone flesh, was horrific. Iron and burned flesh fumigated the space around the beastmaster.

The corridor was a scene of gore and carnage.

Of glory.

Ninurta paused for a moment, turning back to his vode. As he tilted his head to the side, the blood-soaked state of his armor became evident—streaked with human and alien blood alike. With a voice that was both coldly detached and unnervingly calm, he said, "Clear. Reinforcements will come. Get off your arses."Down the hall toward the bridge he was already getting alerts of movement through his HUD.

 

[Rulonom Laborr]

Valery Noble Jonyna Si Hakon Fett Sig Dryggo Kaiyra Munin Gaanla Munin Vince Upsilon Ha'rangir ​

The Skakoan exhibited a notable lack of enthusiasm regarding the proposal presented by Upsilon Ha'rangir through the holographic communication device, glancing through the window much more thoroughly as the Mandalorian Protectors arrived in force underneath the command of Arla Rodarch . It seemed they resolved to obliterate the shipyards surrounding the planet, to deny this new group of Mandalorians any advantage in a potential schism between the two cultures.

The squabbles between the two factions didn't hold any particular interest to the Trade Federation but the destruction of the shipyards was a grave misallocation of financial and material resources that could have been employed in alternative endeavors.

"aweororororARORORORO...We do not need the heavy-handiness of the Mandalorian Crusade to interfere with the affairs of commerce and trade. Engaging in any aggressive actions against competitors will only lead to increased scrutiny from the Federal Assembly, which would be counter-productive to the Federation's Alliance Policy." Laborr responded in a similar manner as before, displaying a hint of disrespect towards the ancient species. However, the conversation was abruptly cut short, leaving no room for any additional response as the communication device was deactivated.

"Sir, we've tracked the signal to the Planet of Columus? Your Orders?" The Skakoan Officer said, approaching the Viceroy near the window. Rulonom simply gestured with his hand to quiet him, indicating that the Trade Federation was no longer concerned with the signal, but rather focused on securing the planet using their droid army.

"Ignore it - they are no longer the highest priority." an additional comment to make the point more pronounced, as the tactical screens showed that the C-9979 landing crafts were already beginning to touch down on the surface one after another, as the myriad of Imperial Phlac-Arphocc Vulture Droid Starfighter and Imperial Phlac-Arphocc 23 Model Droid Tri-Fighter began to engage in the atmosphere to gain air superiority against Kaiyra Munin over the various villages underneath Mandalorian Control.

"Activate the Droids - Battle Formations HK-9" The Skakoan said, as the Neimoidian Technicians clicked a button on the control panel. Platoon Attack Crafts, Armored Assault Tanks, Multi-Troop Transports and NR-N99 Persuader-class droid enforcers began to move down the ramps of the landing crafts.

The full might of the Trade Federation Droid Army was now going to be upon Gaanla Munin and Hakon Fett . The whirring of the droid enforcers' gears and the clanking of the tanks' treads echoed through the battlefield, signaling the imminent clash of forces.

 

[Trajan Fett]

R E T R I B U T O R
CRUSADER
MANDALORIAN NEO-CRUSADERS
CRUSADE | Hakon Fett | Sig Dryggo | Kaiyra Munin | Ninurta Slaabur'r
ALLIANCE | Valery Noble | Jonyna Si | Vince
ENGAGING | Jace Rhane
Beskar'gam | Rifle

MOGOTT​

As he sat in his overwatch position, his sights almost exclusively flicked in opposition to the flash of blasters from the haphazard, ragtag militia which had been stood up to defend this rural hamlet. Until, of course, something more severe caught his eye. The flash of the blade, cobalt...Jedi. His sights trained on the man as he deflected a few blasts with his saber himself before he cut down one of the Crusaders. In that moment, his eyes narrowed, he took a breath before releasing a slow exhale and at the base of the breath, fired a well placed slug toward the chest of the Jedi. One. Twice. A third time.

In a slow, drum beat rhythm of the high caliber long gun, he fired on the Jedi, his crosshair sighted in on the man's distance and silhouette until eventually he lost view of him, Trajan standing up to scan the streets below him with the rifle again, glancing down to the next building, a story shorter than the one he took vantage in, but a quick and easy jump regardless. He slung the rifle behind his back and peered down the sights of his vambrace and when he finally saw the Jedi again, he fired a grappling line toward his legs. If it was successful in wrapping around them, he'd reel back on the line to pull him up to his own position where he could deliver the coup de grace in a means capable of sending a harsh message.

After all, that was half the aim of this operation.

To tell the Galaxy that the Mando'ade had returned.