Never say Nether: Reclamation [Mandalorian Dominion of Bimmiel]

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Location: Drop Deck
Objective: Neutrlize Vong General
Allies: [member="Verz Horak"] @Mandalorians on the ground

In the absence of any activity from Adenn Gra'tua, the bounty hunter had been listening to [member="Azrael"] and [member="Verz Horak"], and as Verz spoke about taking down the Vong general, telling everyone that was interested in helping him to go to the drop deck, and since taking down a Yuuzhan Vong seemed to be a very interesting thing to do, the Rally Master decided to head to the drop deck with Verz.

Arriving to the drop pods just as everyone had climbed into theirs, Adenn quickly flung himself into one of the last few pods just in time to hear Verz's all clear to drop, attempting to start up some music in his helmet as he tensed up upon feeling the pod start falling, both mainly out of habit, the music due to it getting himself easily pumped up, and the tensing of the muscles due to orbital inserts like this being slightly uncomfortable.

 

[Orick T'ane]

The voice on the com was a familiar one, and Orick smiled. He hadn't even realized that [member="Anastasia Rade"] might be here, but it was a welcome surprise. She asked for support and help in clearing out an area. He thought about the dozen marines and the unarmed freighter he was in and frowned a bit. He wasn't quite sure how they would be able to hold any area they took for a long time, but he was all about finding out. He toggled on the ship wide coms and shrugged, guess it's time to see if we are as good as I think we are, " Alright boys and girls, buckle up, we are going to be hitting the planet as soon as the Mando's do, expect a rough landing and perhaps enemy resistance. We are not going to so anything until we have a secure perimeter around the ship. So no hero stuff from anyone today." He flipped the com off and turned his attention back to flying.

Orick was going to time his entry with the Mando drop pods, hoping that the shock of the Mando's arrival would allow him to sneak his big bantha of a ship through to a safe spot to set up a triage location. " Rally Master Rade, my boys and I will be down there right after you drop , if you want to send us a signal beacon we can home in on it and set up something for you right away., T'ane out." He maneuvered the ship towards the Super carrier and began to plot the most likely entry into the planets atmosphere.

He always hated planetary entry, there was that small window where sensors would be out because of the intense friction and heat generated by an atmospherics entry. It always gave him that fluttering in his stomach, you never knew exactly what was going to be on the other side of that static. Well you did if you had a string of satellite and other ships to feed you the info, but this isn't one of those times. He began the approach that would take them planet side, and throtled back a bit on the engines, once he saw the pods start to drop he was going to go full tilt into the atmosphere

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Azrael"]

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: With [member="Azrael"] moving to a transport
Mission: Fortify the delegates
Allies: Mandalorians
Mood: Cranky

She nodded since no one objected to her volunteering to head one of the teams she made sure that the transport was ready, filling up with the team, and that everyone had everything they needed. She looked around, "Ok" It was all she needed to say as she headed back down the stairs into the hangar to talk to the Vod waiting there.

They were ready their commitment in place, their contained excitement over having drawn what they considered a babysitting mission. All visors looked at Arla as she came onto the ship. "What!" They looked away they knew better than to try anything even a joke when she as in one of these terrible moods. She growled as she walked by them she stood near the cockpit, "Let's go we should be getting the coordinates of where the delegates are" then she sat down hard grinding her teeth.

What had happened between saying bye to Verz and getting orders from Az. They were waiting for clearance to depart.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

The Mythosaur was far from the only Mandalorian ship to make its way into the blackened void that surrounded Bimmiel. A small fleet of lesser ships acompanied and surrounded the much larger craft. Each ship bore the mark of one clan or another, some bore the mark of this mercenary group or that, and a handful of ships sported the logo of Mandal Hypernautics. Least among those sporting the Mandal Hypernautics logo was an oddly shaped corvette of a most unusual design. IFF tags would identify the ship as the Naast'ika Laaran. In galactic basic, the name translated as 'singing little destroyer'.



When the word for attack was given, Naast'ika slipped out of the shadow of the giant, Mandalorian Flagship and raced downward towards the blue-green planet alongside numerous shuttles, dropships, and other atmosphere capable ships. Naast'ika's sensors followed the paths each other vessel took. He watched as drop pods loaded with Mandalorian infantry raced ahead of the shuttles, dropships, corvettes, and other ships in their eagerness to fortify the first of the landing zones. And he watched as various other ships and shuttles broke formation and maneuvered away from Naast'ika as they made their way to one side of the planet or another. There were Vong forces all over the world and Mandalorian Iron would be sent to greet them on every continent. Every bastion of Vong influence would be besieged by the Mand'alor's strike teams. And while some Mandalorians were being sent to rescue politicians or sever the head of hostile generals, Naast'ika had a much simpler and more enjoyable assignment placed upon his proverbial shoulders.

The Vong had created a biological factory in one of Bimmiel's many deserts and it was Naast'ika's job to blow it up. That, and kill whatever beast crawled from the wreckage afterwords.

Naast'ika could feel the heat building against his hull and his shields as he began to enter atmosphere. Banking ever so slightly to improve his entry angle, Naast'ika edged away from the other Mandalorian ships and started towards his objective.

 

[Azrael]

Location: Departure Shuttle
Objective: Meet with Bimmiel Council
Allies: [member="Arla Balor"] | Anyone else whose up for political talks



Having the knowledge and understanding that the calamity of the Netherworld would change the scope of the Galaxy also reached to that of the Mandalorians. He knew there were be problems coming back home, and he knew none of them would be solved by a simple introduction and dominion of a planet they had once held to as their own territory. No, the pains and cracks of defeated morale and bitterness would stem much further. It was unlikely you'd ever get a Mandalorian to change their mind, or forgive a wound that cut them deeply. The culture as a whole didn't forget, and could hold a grudge until the nine Hells of Corellia froze over, and then some. Asking forgiveness was a fool's errand, and he well knew that. What he didn't expect however was that passive aggressive animosity that would come with certain decisions both himself and others had made. He could feel the tension, taste the bitter weight of various clans that were not as much interested in following someone who had been absent - but moreso, had been chomping at the bit to destroy an enemy in their sights. Violence was therapeutic to their kind, and while he knew most of the Mando'ade were loyal to a fault, he couldn't shake the idea that there were still many who didn't see visor to visor with him any longer. A notion he'd have to win over if he wanted to do what was best for his people.

Teams were set and most were in motion to depart the cruisers and deploy to the planet below. Today their enemy was the Vong, a mutually hated species since the great war that had spread their kind like a plague across the Galaxy tearing apart worlds in one of the greatest and deadliest coups ever to be recorded in the archives. They were a disgusting breed of powerhouses that Azrael had faced on the battlefield already. This new insurgence of them were not to be taken lightly or ignored as they had been in the past until it was too late. It was a time to strike at them, and show them that their lust for conquering would not usurp that Mandalorians. They had already survived the first wave of their attack, and would continue to press the advantage until they were stamped out. As the teams departed moving for their different positions, a sidelong glance was given to Arla as she strode to join him for a meeting with the delegate council members. He'd not had the chance to talk to her a great deal since what happened on Teta, and it wasn't hard to see that the crimson haired Mandalorian was in a rather irritable mood.

She wasn't the only one that was in a foul way right now, and he knew his commission to Verz wasn't going to fly with all of the Mando'ade, but he wanted to make sure that people saw Verz as he did, and understood the man's return as a recompense of his ways that had lead to Gilamar having to take the title from him, forcibly. This man was repentant of his actions and was trying to prove himself worthy. Azrael would not turn down that man's request, and while others were just as battle hardened as he was, there was a reason behind what the Mand'alor had done. Now moving with a small company of vode, including Arla at his side, the shuttle was boarded that would take them towards the planet's secondary ceremonial chambers to meet with the gathered delegates and try to convince them to lower the embargo, and restore the planet to Mandalorian rule once they had wiped out the threat of the Vong that were stonewalling the proceedings. Slipping into the seating arrangement, directly across from Arla, Azrael fastened the straps to cover his armored chest, before giving a quick knuckle wrap on his helmet while looking directly at Balor.

"Buy'ce Olar, Kar'ta Ogir." A simple and traditional saying that simply indicated that whatever the woman was going through, once that visor slid over her eyes, it was pushed aside, and the business of what they were after was taking precedence. He didn't ignore her issues, but she knew as well as he did, that they needed cool heads to deal with the politics of this planet.

[member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Verz Horak]

Location: Surface of Bimmel, attacking the Vong
Objective: Eliminate Vong Geberal
Allies: [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Titan"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Arla Balor"]

The former Mand'alor's drop pod, along with the multitude of his vode's pods, burned a blazing path through the skies of Bimmel. Metal groaned and twisted as the atmosphere sought to tear them open and kill the warriors within. The pods, however, did their duty admirably, slowing their descent so that their occupants would live.

THe metallic comets smashed into the ground, creating craters wherever they landed. The jarring crash was one that heralded the start of battle for the Mandalorians within the pods. Verz kicked his pod door open, letting the covering of his pod fall to the ground. The warrior grabbed his Bwatha rifle from under his crash seat. The rest of his gear was strapped to him.

It wasn't long after the initial impacts of the first wave of drop pods that the enemy had taken notice. Flaming projectiles from the Yuuzhan Vong's Magma Spitters started to rain down on the Mandalorian position. The fireballs scorched the recently thawed ground of Bimmiel.

"Mando'ade! Time to move! We shouldn't keep the Vong waiting ner vode!"

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Departure Shuttle
Objective: Fortify the Delegates
Allies: [member="Azrael"] @Mandalorians


She looked across at Az she nodded her mind was in it they had been on a political talks before and she had held her own without drawing her weapon unlike a few others that had been present. She looked down at the deck plates in truth she had not expected him to be on the same shuttle. She had begun to believe that Azrael steered a wide berth around her and cared not for her presence. But then this was not a social visit he could still feel that way but not show it.

She swallowed hard but it went unseen, the benefit of armor nothing was seen. She was thinking about how to deploy the team to keep the talks safe. Positioning them strategically in order to make sure every precaution was taken. She shifted in her seat, her feet shuffled on the floor waiting was hard. The talisman however had in time given her a calm she needed to only listen to it rather than try to do it her own way.

She looked at Az's feet she didn't know what to say. And then there was that whole thing with [member="Ordo"] and [member="Gilamar Skirata"] there were rumors but she had not been paying attention to them.

She was glad of one thing for certain that [member="Verz Horak"] had been welcomed back into the fold with little to no drama. She knew he had tried his best to do what was right others just didn't see it that way. Verz was on his way via a drop pod, he had to have his adrenaline before starting. Guess everyone did.

The shuttle was banking, they were coming in for a landing soon, "get ready" she told the team. Get ready its time to fight.

 

[Soeht]

The drop pods slammed into the ground. From one of them, Bestala emerged with a rifle held by her right hand and a small recon droid in the other. The droid lifted from Bestala’s hand and soon disappeared - as if it vanished. Bestala took hold of the blaster rifle’s grip and took aim.

Moving fast, Bestala did her best to avoid getting hit by the Magma Spitters. One splash of their cannonballs would have meant the end for her.

Nearby, Bestala heard [member="Verz Horak"] cheer on the attacking Mandalorians. She did as the fellow Mandalorian said and began raining a hail of blaster fire on the Yuuzhan Vong warriors nearby. She even managed to score a few hits.

Quickly though, Bestala took cover in a small crater - looking back to see if any other drop pods were on the way.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

(#2/20)


Naast'ika dove into the atmosphere of the planet with shields lowered. He could not feel the sensation of flames rolling over his beskar plating, but he could feel the small ripples and vibrations reverberate against his carapace where it pressed against his layer of beskar armor. The Mesen'loras was every bit as much of a Mandalorian as the bipedal humans that raced past him within the thinly armored drop pods that the fleet continued to launch. And like every Mandalorian, he lived for conflict. Even more so than any other, he was made for it.

Fire faded away to winds as blue sky replaced black space. Clouds of water and other chemical gasses rolled and boiled as Naast'ika raced down toward the solid surface of the planet. Dozen of meters before his physical body forced its way through their gaseous formations, the clouds shifted and boiled as the singularity created by his Dovin Basals condensed a pinpoint of space and time, pulling Naast'ika and clouds alike into its center. Gas turned to liquid, then ice in the wake of the Dovin Basal's singularity and a small amount of rain fell upon the surface of Bimmiel as Naast'ika raced through the planet's clouds.

His sensors focused on the ground below him and the sky before him. Naast'ika tried his best to detect and identify any possible Yuuzhan Vong war beasts for him to engage on his way to the desert factory. On the ground, he spotted none. But in the air, Naast'ika spotted several Coralskippers racing towards him from the direction of the factory.

Naast'ika beeped with joy.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Mythosaur Class Supercarrier ----> Shuttle over Bimmiel
Objective: Cry Havoc and let slip the dogs of war
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Vong


"If'n the redhead wants t'babysit so bad, that means we're free again hey?"

La commented to [member="Strider Garon"] overhearing the Hounds assignment being moved in on yet again. This time by a woman obviously quite familiar with the gent who'd swooped in to grab glory in the first place.

"We could have a little race, see who gets the general first.."

She suggested.

"They're already in the drop pods."

"T'hell with the pods, lets shuttle and jump it!"

"Behind enemy lines?"

"Always."

"Woman, you know just what to say to a Mando."

"When you match my kill count."

"Never."

This idea seemed to be met with general approval, so the small squad and the Ori'ramikade and the legend they had attached themselves to deployed to a shuttle, checking equipment and requisitioning jetpacks for those who didn't usually cart them about as part of their kit. While not as fast as a drop pod, they had more control over precisely where they landed, and assuming the others had rushed on down to the surface, they might even be able to breach the main building itself before the new threat was realized and opposing troops reassigned and artillery recalibrated.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

"Pinging you my location now Major T'ane. I'll see you on the ground." Ana called back as the drop ship dropped towards the surface. If Ana was anything it was professional even when she had feeling for the person on the other end. She knew full well how everything could be turned to use against someone. The vong would love nothing more than use him against her and Ana was not going to allow such things to occur.

The hope she had was when they did drop she could take a building which they could use for survivors. If that failed a clearing would have to do but that was her last resort. A building would not only be easier to clear out but easier to control. She believed with the backup help she was receiving from Republic allies Ana and squad would have no issues taking a building.

The drop ship hit the planet with a thud and it wasn't long till screams and shots were heard. There indeed was a war going on right outside that door. Placing her helmet on she could hear knocking on the door already which made her think that they were in the thick of it all. Ignoring that Ana turned to the men behind her, "You know our objective, now lets move." They had been briefed before and there was no need to beat a dead horse.

Rifles up the door opened and the squad piled out of the ship putting boots on the ground and bullets in the head of Vong. As Ana got out she immediately did a quick sweep of the area as the Vong rushed towards them. Once the scan off her computer was complete she turned pointing with the rifle to where they were going to head. The technology in her helmet was a wonderful thing.


[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Naast'ika Laaran"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Bestala Vizsla"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

The entry into the atmosphere was rough as the planet was in it's tropical cycle. the air wads hot and heavy with moisture, making for a hot planet. The signal beacon pinged brightly on his sensors as he guided the ship towards the Mandolorian forces. He didn't like what he saw as they approached. There were Vong forces scattered around a Mando dropship. He struggled to keep the controls steady as they descended quickly to avoid any enemy fighters in the area. He toggled the coms on, " Bayora, get the men ready, we are landing shortly, it's a hot zone so be prepared for Vong as soon as you step off of the ship. Be aware, we have friendly Mando's on the ground."

His attention returned to the task of landing without crashing, hoping that he could bring the ship down in one piece. The ground rushed up to meet them quickly, and he pulled up on the controls hard as the engines burned hard to slow the decent. the ship landed with a hard *thud* hear the Mando drop ship. As soon as the ship was on the ground 10 republic marines lead by Chief Bayora would rush out and add their fire to the Mandolorians already in the fight.

the marines were technically on vacation, so their gear load-out was all from their personal collection. No two marines looked the same, many wore light tactical armor of some kind or another and all of them had assault blasters, but no two looked the same. The marines quickly fanned out and established a perimeter around the open cargo doors as they waited for Orick to join them from the cockpit.

Orick moved quickly from the cockpit to the cargo hold, he stopped at the small footlocker by the door and quickly donned his armored vest and tactical harness. The assault blaster was the final thing he grabbed before stepping off of the ship. His usual long sleeved shirt was replaced by a black tank top, leaving his arms dangerously bare. His armor only covered his torso and he had a small com system pushed into his ear. " Lets go, push forward." He turned only long enough to input the code that would seal the cargo doors before he was off, his eyes scanning for the familiar pink armor of [member="Anastasia Rade"]. she was forward a bit and her unit was taking heavy fire from the Vong forces. He motioned to Bayora and they began to move forward slowly, firing at anything that wasn't marines or Mando's. "Rally Master, we're coming up on your six, I have a dozen marines with me, where do you want us?" He knew that he could probably branch off and do his own thing, but he was here to support the Mandolorians, and he was more than happy to defer to their battle plans for this fight.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Due to being under heavy fire the squad was getting nowhere fast. Every time they they took down a Vong another six seemed to prop up out of nowhere. It was frustrating to say the least but the determination of the squad didn't waver. If anything it made Ana and those with her more determined to push back the line to get to their destination. Take out the Vong once and for all on this planet. Ana was getting to the point though where she was going to start to bring out the big guns aka the flame thrower. Ana also had a few other tricks up her sleeves or armor.

The plan before getting the call from [member="Orick T'ane"] was to be apart of the action but now it wasn't. Since he had medical supplies which the people of this planet desperately needed Ana would help them. This building could be kind of like a safe house. The team was good with a quick change of plans and staying on their toes. It was something that they had been taught as a child battle plans can and do change rapidly due to changes in circumstances.

"The scans picked up a building at three o clock. We are headed in that direction from there we should be able to cut off their communications. We may also be able to find the head of Vong." She grinned in her helmet even though nobody could see. Ana would love to take the building and than go after him. Cut the head off the snake and the followers will scatter. There were plenty of Marines and Mandos alike to do both. She planned to take full advantage of the man power they had. "You can either follow us Major or we will rendezvous at that point. Please feel free to kill any Vong in your way. They did after all ruin your vacation. After this drinks are on me."

She had no doubt that Orick was going to be in trouble over the little stunt that he pulled here. Ana was very appreciative of his efforts however and all of them giving up precious vacation time to help the Mandalorians take this planet. It wouldn't go unnoticed and she would do whatever she could to keep them all out of trouble.

Ana could be patient at times but right here and now she didn't have time for this. Grabbing the flame thrower on her back she pulled it out and began to set the Vong on fire. The others in the squad followed suit as they continued to march onward. There there was any Force Power she wanted it was Pyro. It would clear up her back for a different sort of weapon. "Atin, Jang I want you two to go around the perimeter and scout the area. I want a report back on what we are dealing with. I want no surprises." If there was more than one entrance to this place she wanted to know about it.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Orick could hear the eagerness in her voice, she wanted to find whoever this head of the Vong was, wanted to claim his head as a trophy. He grinned and wondered about how long she had been with the Mando's because her reaction to the big prise sure seemed to push her forward. " We'll follow your lead Rally Master, we have your back and will cover you the entire way." His team was moving up slowly, the marines taking well aimed shots as they did so. The Vong forces seemed to be limitless, but he knew that all it would take was to reach that breaking point and then they would falter just enough for the invaders to gain the advantage.

He watched as Chuka, the Cathar maine he had worked so well with in the past, lead the formation of marines forward. They were spread out in a loose V formation, with enough space between them to fire freely, and still cover each other as they moved. " Bayora, the Mando commander has found a structure ahead, when we get near it, I'll go in with Chuha, you set up a perimeter with rest of the guys. I have no idea what to expect, but it sounds like a high value target might be inside. If thats the case it's gonna be a rancor fight both inside and out. " He stopped talking long enough to take down a pair of Vong that were rushing him.

" Kriffing Vong don't know when they are overmatched." He shook his head as the unit moved forward. He could see a flame thrower ahead and wondered if that was the one that [member="Anastasia Rade"] bragged about winning in a card game. Orick saw a grenade fly out ahead of him and a group of advancing Vong dropped in a cloud of shrapnel and flames. He saw two Mandolorians break off and begin what he assumed was a scouting run while the rest cleared the path to the building.

" Ana, when you go into the building take most of your men with you. I'm leaving my guys out here to secure the perimeter. I'll go in with you and your team to help clear out this nest."

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Ana had been with the Mandalorians going on seven years now. She had fully integrated herself within the culture and the people. If she could take down the leader that would certainly be something. Not only would it assure the Mandalorian victory here but would give her a story to tell at the cantina. It definitely would be a way she could stand out from her brother at least a little bit. She was much more than a pretty pretty princess.

Having back up she knew and trusted was wonderful. The last thing that she had time for here was looking behind her back. Orick she knew [member="Orick T'ane"] had her back. "I sent two of my men to scout around and report back. I reckon I should hear back from them soon." Ana had confidence that no matter what was out back that they could handle it they were Mandalorians after all. Once they returned they could go in or well since she had found the door now was just as good.

"I found the door, we proceed with caution." Ana stated as she turned slightly behind her to see the mismatched marines. The door she found wasn't locked but easily opened as she pushed on it. She suspected swarms to be in here but nothing they couldn't handle. Before even taking a step inside the compound she peeked inside to see what was in there. She saw two hallways but no life forms.

Before giving more instructions her comm beeped before the speaking began. It was muffled and in the background she could hear the shooting in her ear now as well as outside in general. "There is a horde back here now aware of our presence. If your going in I would say now is the time. We our caught in the middle out here. Out."

Ana wasted no time giving the next instructions. "I'm going to throw a smoke grenade inside and than we are going in. Is everybody ready?"

 

[Damien Kestal]

Location:In front of the compound.
Objective:Infiltrate the building and kill some Vong.
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Being on his first dominion of a planet, Damien was pretty nervous. He'd already shot several people and he wasn't looking too up. He checked out the ammo on his pistol and rifle. All full. Getting to the building, he saw Orick's men break off to secure the perimeter. "At-least we'll have someone watching our rear."

Stacking up on the compound, he heard Anastasia order Atin and Jang to go around the back and scout. Moments later, he begun to head the fire of Orick's men doing their job, and doing it well. He slung out his pistol in-case there happened to be Vong in the place. "There is a horde back here now aware of our presence. If your going in I would say now is the time. We our caught in the middle out here. Out." He heard Orick's men through his comms aswell as some firing in the background.
"I'm going to throw a smoke grenade inside and than we are going in. Is everybody ready?"
Showtime.


((Hey, I'm pretty new to all this, so apologies if I'm quite crap at this.))

 

[Orick T'ane]

As they approached the building Orick held up his hand in a fist, stopping his troops advance, the small group of marines all dropped to one knee and Orick turned and walked over to Chief Bayora. " Chief, Have the men spread out and secure a perimeter around this part of the building. Myself and Chuka are going into the building with the Mandos"

" Major, I know that you have this death wish, but why do you always have to include me into your plans?" He heard the small Cathar marine asking as she stepped up to the two men.

" It's because you're always against it. You're my voice of reason, Chuka." He grinned at her as he turned back to the Chief. " If it gets too hot to hold, fall back and we'll radio you when we're getting ready to come out." He slapped the Twi'lek on the shoulder and nodded.

" We'll be waiting for you when you get back sir." The large Chief was a grizzled veteran of many conflicts and he would hold until the last moment to ensure that the Mando strike team could complete the mission and get out alive.

Orick smiled one last time at Chuka and he moved forward to link up with [member="Anastasia Rade"] and her Mandolorians. " Rally Master, My men have the exit covered, I'm going in with your team to support the assault." He checked the shot count for the blaster rifle and quickly changed out the cell. It was only at half power but he didn't want to worry about running dry halfway through a fight. He led Chuka to the rear of the Mando formation and nodded " We're set, pop smoke."

[member="Damien Kestal"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Location: Surface of Bimmel
Objective: Neutralize Vong General
Allies: [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Titan"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Bestala Vizsla"]
Enemies: Yuuzhan Vong

Spoiler

Just cheesyness
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-lF0eF4XP8

Adenn Gra'tua smirked slightly when he found the song that he'd been in search of for nearly half the drop, and since it was doing its job correctly of getting the bounty hunter pumped up, the man's heartbeat had risen along with his morale levels, not that his morale had ever dropped though.

As the Rally Masters drop pod hit the ground he quickly threw open the hatch, grabbing his DMR off his back before charging as fast as the beskar armor he wore would let him, kama and single shoulder covering cape trailing behind him as the mandalorian shouldered his rifle, attempting to take out a few Yuuzhan Vong troops while moving up. And upon spotting Bastala Vizsla in a nearby crater Adenn changed directions and started heading towards her location, hoping to give her support if she needed it, or even if she did not.

Taking aim at one last Vong warrior Adenn squeezed the trigger multiple times, killing the alien and sending it slamming into the ground, and as the bounty hunter jumped into the crater with Bastala in it, he held his DMR in the air with one hand while attempting to soften the fall with the other, successfully landing in the hole without knocking all the air from his lungs, but still making some exit from them, the Rally Master turned to the woman, finally turning off his music before yelling over any noises of battle "You having fun down here?" With a laugh, the man then moved into a slightly more sensible firing position, aiming his rifle without waiting for an answer from the other mandalorian.

 

[Verz Horak]

Allies: [member="Titan"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Bestala Vizsla"]
Objective: Kill the Vong General
Location: Planetside

The Bwatha heavy rifle spat forth death at the charging Vong warriors. The foe liked close combat, as did Verz, but he was not fanatical about it like they were. THe enemy would zealously run into a firefight swinging an eel. The damn fools. If they had more sense, they would make great allies. It was a wonder that the Vong even had starships.

The heavy wump-wump of the Bwatha, the lighter bching of the Mandalorian blasters, and the screams of dying Vong warriors blended into a symphony of war. The song that all Mandalorians felt in their veins from birth. A smile was brought to Verz's lips as he killed another Vong warrior with his rifle, and his forces advanced further towards the fortress. Not artillery nor warrior would stop this mighty victory.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Somewhere between a Vong's ass and Titan's boot
Allies: You can guess. [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Damien Kestal"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Naast'ika Laaran"] [member="Bestala Vizsla"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Azrael"]


With his Reaver Repeater empty, Titan slammed it, barrel first, down the throat of a mouthy Vong. It stood, twitching a moment before toppling over like a gross, mossy, slimy, dead tree. Unslung now was the Ravager laser cannon. With it's firepower, he watched bits and pieces of Vong scatter across the landscape. Titan moved forwards, alone and losing more armor plating, it was inevitable that he'd need a hand soon. Not like he was afraid of dying, but it's hard to be a tank without armor. Then you're just a glass cannon.

"This is Titan." Boomed the giants voice over the comms, "Southeast lines, I am solo here and am running low on ammo and armor. Request party favors ASAP."

Titan plugged a cannon burst through a group of Vong and painted the ground a vile green and black.