Operation Hammerfall | Invasion of Mandalore and Concord Dawn [TSE/UCM]

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Sundari Palace
Objective: Kill [member="Darth Carnifex"] before he reveals a woman's sin.
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] @Vevut Bral [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Reyn Australis"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

“Ram! Tuulu, get my boy out of this room!” Yasha barked. Reyn couldn’t be within earshot of Darth Carnifex. No… not Ram’ika.

“Don’t talk to my son!” Yasha barked, as the blades of both behemoth Epicanthix collided. The room shook with the force of their blows, Yasha gritted her teeth with the strain of being utterly out-weighted. Without the Force to guide him, Kaine Zambrano was still a six hundred pound leviathan with a meticulously crafted clone body. One woman, however potent, with the aid of her Beskar’kandar would never match strength to strength with such a creation of the dismal Galaxy’s ends.

Yes, Kaine Zambrano knew Yasha in a way none knew the once hellaciously lost Epicanthix girl. He inspected and sought each fragment of her soul, clawing the molecules of her psyche apart through almost two decades of cognizance.

The Dark was patient as it studied the Hell Wolf. Unrelenting as the chords of muscles coming to bear on her now. He knew more than her spouses, her companions and parents. The man she deemed ‘Koemi’ for the proper Epicant pronunciation of his name knew exactly what the Infernal became in the most desperate conflicts and pressured times.

“I will rip your throat from your body and stomp on it until the last bit of moisture evaporates if you say another word. He’s a boy! A foolish boy! He doesn’t need to know!” Disengaging her polearm, Yasha bent backward as his swing crashed, swerving to allow it harmless passage to naught but the air around them.

“Tuulu get Reyn out!”

“I promised never to leave you!” Tuulu growled as Reyn’s buy’ce cracked upon his yet again. Yasha hazarded not a single glance back at her son, the bastard boy…

… the child unwanted and untouched by his own mother for years.

“Never leave him, now, Tuulu… Never leave him.” Adara’s nannies seemed like the best option. They were pediatricians, neonatologists… specialists in Epicanthix-hybrid pregnancies and children. After the Golden Festival, and Yasha woke up from… no.. it wasn’t…

It was one glorious night. The same night Yasha met the legendary Mand’alor the Builder, only Mandalorian her mother Aditya liked.

One drunken tryst with her General. The comfort of a friend after too much of whatever liquor Jaster fed her, until the walls of her inhibitions tumbled past the moat of Yasha’s widowly restraint. Ram wouldn’t understand. He didn’t realize things like the off-limits nature of a married man.

How Yasha’s shame grew with every cell divided. How she tried to hide the impending birth, the consequences of a festival meant to be a resounding echo of light and joy.

Shereshoy, the act of clinging to the most enjoyment in a short, war-torn life, was supposed to be an immediate experience, not nine months of wide-eyed terror for a young Sole Ruler, whose husband died after holding Adara only one slim time. Reyn was the mistake which betrayed [member="Kaden Farr"]’s memory, and the sheer thought of him churned Yasha’s nauseated hormonal stomach with disgust. How could she have betrayed her riduur’s memory with a bucket of inebriant strong enough to make a Wookie suffer?

What was the harm in asking the nannies about the risks of aborting an Epicanthix-Human foetus? And when that message, when the click of her private line to the Dark Lord chimed his presence, Ra’s lost ward needed any pair of eyes, someone… one person. Abandoned by every paternal influence she ever had, through death or betrayal, Yasha needed one… just one moment, where she could be the child robbed of youth once more.

“Yasha?” The abysmal eyes, black and crimson, reminded her most of all of her deceased mother Aditya’s eyes. A genetic fluke in her, but in Carnifex… in Kaine Zambrano… in the man who attempted to marry her to his son? What was a 22 year old Sole Ruler to do, but confide in the only paternal influence she had left?

“… I made a mistake. I need to get rid of it. I’m only 22 I don’t want… I don’t… it was one time and I was drunk and…” In all the years Yasha knew Kaine Zambrano, she never once knew true fear. Except for the moment a young woman looked into the eyes of her would-be saviour, and asked for an unpardonable act to be done.

Reyn’s story would have ended, if not for a pink haired healer from Myrkr. The Jilted Wife, who opened her arms and whispered, “Darling, it’s alright. Come here. Let me hold you.”

[member="Caz Australis"] saved Reyn’s life, the day before a convenient procedure. With infinite love, and the open arms of a barren woman, she welcomed Reyn and Yasha by proxy. ‘Please,’ Caz seemed to say, ‘give me a son.’

“Koemi… don’t.” He’s just a boy. The boy Yasha fled after birth, by diving into the unending work of the Sole Ruler. She hid within Ra’s legacy, shutting as much out as she could but the armour, the campaigns against slavery, the throne. Rebuilding Mandalore took years of obsessive work, terraforming skills procured from xeno-botanical study and endlessly pouring over engineering records of her deceased mother.

Of course she didn’t have time to comfort a crying toddler. What two year old would miss their mother, when they could barely form sentences?

Mandalore took so much looking after. Mandalore and her Mando’ade needed the Infernal more. After months of chasing Ra’s shadow, Yasha began to believe the lies spread by her gurlanin companions in Death Watch.

Her duty remained to Mandalore, until the day the Mandalorians released her, or Manda called her home.

Yasha’s beskar-clad boot lashed out in a devastatingly quick kick to Carnifex’s left knee with the intent to buckle it backwards, reduce his mobility. Her polearm stabbed upward on a diagonal intended for his elbow joint. No pain would silence the mirror of her own sins.

Nothing could halt the honesty of the Dark Lord, who even in making an enemy of Mandalore, never lied to one orphaned and lost ward.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Sundari Royal Palace, lower regions.
Objective: Infiltrate Sundar Palace and mess stuff up.
TSE: [member="Vash Windrider"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]
UCM: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"]

Darth Ophidia and miss Wren activated a lightsabre each and let the plasma blades pierce into the floor above them. They crawled in a semi-circle, cutting something of a cone-shape into the floor material. As they shut off their sabres, two assassins of considerably greater bulk kneeled under the loose piece and lifted in tandem. With subdued sounds of physical strain, they pushed it up and to the side, leaving a hole above them.

Fog filtered down into the lowest level as the assassins climbed up into the darkened lower levels of the Sundari Royal Palace.

“What is that?” “I don’t know, but I don’t trust it.”

Ophidia touched both their lips to make them hush, then surveyed the area around them. She touched the side of her helmet, adjusting her audio sensors for a more beam-like. It meant her hearing had less periphery, but was far more acute in a direct line from the ear. She pivoted her head to hear better, at first hearing nothing, then: Footsteps.

With a swipe she turned the audio sensor back and crouched down. Her stealth generator flickered back into use, shrouding her as part of the fog as she silently snuck her way to the left. The other assassins followed suit as they climbed up; turning on their cloaking and lining the walls. All, except miss Wren. She took it upon herself to head up the centre and scout.

Quietly, on muffled footsteps, the mandalorian assassins snuck her way up with weapon in hand. Ophidia knew the young woman was eager to exact vengeance upon the former Mand’alor and her commanders for the way her kin had been treated. Oh there were boot licking Wrens in service of the undeserving, but they were not Wrens in her mind.

Ophidia had watched over her, stoked the fire of revenge in her heart; Black and gold - Just Vengeance.

They proceeded up through the fog, cautious, quiet.

Had the Force been present, then she would have sensed them, but Ophidia was hampered by its absence. She stared through the fog, aided by the optics of her helmet as best as it could. She only saw the barest outline of them when she heard one hard footstep from miss Wren. The Rattataki glanced in the Mandalorian’s direction, seeing the oscillation in the air raising her mandalorian ripper and pulled the trigger. The muzzle flash lit the interior of the hallway.

Too soon.

Ophidia quickly turned to the assassin behind her, her hand snapping out like a serpent’s bite, and pulled an ion grenade from his side. Setting the activation to explode on impact, she turned and threw it at the approaching patrol on the edge of the fog. At least then she could disable some of their weapons and systems before all hell broke loose.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Concord Dawn
Objection: Aiding the Mando
Post: 5
Tagging: [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] / [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]



The longitudinal/latitude position counters were rolling steadily as she made it across the glacier ice toward the land mass.
Her ship were well above the calculated sea level so as not to sprout a rooster tail of ice and snow over Concord dawn's antarctic whilst at ultrasonic speeds she were clocking... and low enough to evade most common range tracking arrays. Of course her ship's deflectors helped with the latter, in forming a optimal conical air deflector during atmospheric flights, besides acting as defense shields against small arms.

De be beep...they were soon to run out of ice, as the Mariner IV clipped along North bound toward one of the mainlands. But there would be a thousand or more kilometers of cold ocean to cross to get there...what, maybe another 20-30 seconds low altitude of flight time?

"I see it...just keep vigil on those monitors."
Marina knew she'd be vulnerable to spot, being the sole vessel in low flight coming up from the polar regions. Still, it were a better option flying low than expose herself to every sensor up in the skies. There were fighters of every size and shape from sith to Mandos vying for air superiority.

"Whoever sent those missiles our way, sent fast one!
They nearly matched our speed."
The Mariner IV was possibly the only unarmed vessel in the heart of Hell itself. Her goal wasn't for supremacy, but to get her cargo over to shelters...underground emergency bunkers, the hospitals there, the very young, the very old... and all those whom could not/should not fight in this war.
But they were all Mando from the smallest to the last standing frail. They were bred to fight...bred to die for family and nation.
Marina knew and understood this.

Only most times than not, the Mando didn't understand her...

Still, she were Alderaanii. She could not let the very young, the very old, the wounded and many of these spirited people perish.

The Mariner IV left the ice continent behind and were now making for the landmass, North. They were over open water and with luck, if the gods would have it, they'd reach the mainland in less than 40 seconds.
40 seconds... to some this day, it were a lifetime.

de be de beep.. her droid had mapped out their route once they hit landfall. it were the southernmost string of mountains rising up north along the continent like a backbone. They were snow capped and progressively jutting up in altitude running up along the Eastern coastline. With some good flying through the mountain range, if no smarties picked her up, she'd make for the western plains once she got into the heartland...

"I see it...holding course..."

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Allies: [member="Darth Kentarch"], Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"]


The demon was fast. Their otherworldly powers gave the Sith'ari an advantage that while predictable, would always give them an edge. His strike with the whip missed wide, the arcing energy of the whip racing through the air but not finding it's home. The woman seemed to utilize this moment to close the gap, following the trail of the whip with a speed unprecedented of her supposed station. No, perhaps a bit more experienced than originally surmised, but poor with judgement. Driven by emotion, another weakness. These beings fed off of it.

Ra exhibited no sign of surprise as the woman was on him in a minute, her body pressing against his armor.

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If she listened, his heartbeat was steady.​

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...Your man's giving his position,"​

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[member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]​

 

[Vash Windrider]

Location: Sundari
Objective: Comm Tower
Allies: TSE + [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: UCM, [member="Valdus Bral"]
Post: 4 (I think)

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The first patrol had continued down the road as the battle roared on. Taking with it the ill effects of the karking lizards. The Knight moved quickly then as the drew in the dark side of the force to himself. Willing his body to leap from the lower level of the communication station to the very top of the two story building where the tower and comm array were waiting.

His body still empowered by the force, he dashed across the roof to the base of the massive tower. Quickly, the assassin pulled two thermal detonators from a pouch on his belt. Activated them, and them them both down on one side of the tower supports. With the explosives now placed, Vash moved one more with the will of the force to dash across the roof and leap off. Activating the flight system of the Nightseer armor to better control his landing as the explosion and small shockwave rippled into the night.

The damage would be enough to tear one complete side off the base support structure. The weight of the array doing the rest to bring the entire tower and massive array dish crashing to the ground two stories down. The loss of the tower would also limit (hopefully) the communications between the defense forces in the city and the remaining forces within the palace area. Perhaps even the naval fleet.

With his primary objective complete the Sith Knight was now free to run a muck and cause havoc, and if he was not mistaken he could see a foolish mando dancing on a tank.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Mandalore - Sundari
Objective: Burn. It. Down.
Gear: Twin lightsabers, Valkyrie Founder's Armor
Allies: TSE - [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
Enemies: UCM - [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Yasha Cadera"]

The scream Avacyn had let out carried a power, a violent outburst of the Force, the likes of which she had never herself had experienced. The outpour of raw emotion that fuelled a Darkness that wished to lash out in deadly fashion against all who stood on the side of the Mandalorians. She grasped it tightly, wielding it. This was the single most powerful weapon to have ever been within her grasp.

A group of Mandalorians made their presence known as they stormed the Sith Lady, but their assault was short-lived. With a scream no less powerful than the last she breathed out a blast of all-consuming flames that engulfed them before they were given any kind of opportunity to react. The inferno caused the armor that was supposed to protect them to start melting and the screaming that resulted from it was enough to know what that resulted in.

Charlyra then called out to Avacyn, directing her attention to the Mandalorian tanks and walkers. Burning eyes that pierced through all it looked at met the brunette. Once again, few words were necessary to convey her orders.

"Break them."

With that, Avacyn began her approach towards her next target.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Or'dinii Mining Complex
Objective: Secure the only resource that matters on the world, Get Those Mines
Allies: Sith Empire
Enemies: The Mandalorians [member="Skorvek"]

The slow march behind the massive horde of monsters wasn't meant for fear or to display arrogance, although it definitely could be a fear inducing sight for enemies of the Sith at times. Taeli knew Mandalorians were never going to fall for such simple psychological tactics. No, it was more of a practical matter of keeping her standard troops fresh while her Sithspawn softened up the defenders and dealt with their defenses in such a way they could tear the holes wide open. The large void bubble over the facility, created by the ysalamiri, was going to be the most annoying thing for her. The fog that also had settled over the place... couldn't be a natural fog, not at this time of day or over such an area. Some sort of gas to reduce her soldiers efficiency? No doubt. Luckily, her monsters wouldn't care, not even the Subsumed with their weapons as they still had claws and fangs and their strength. Behemoths, Ravagers, Festerers, and Subsumed would now be right on top of the defenders, ready and willing to tear anything they found as an enemy or annoyance apart.

"Enemies in the cranes, my Lady," one of the Legion commanders stated.

"Let them know we see them," she ordered.

A few of her Legionaries would begin opening up with long-range weapons on, unknown to her, the small team of Canis Brigade in the cranes. Taeli was perfectly willing to wait as her monsters finally reached the compound until the ysalamiri were all dead from her Poisoners and the Tihtasa Hita reduced the enemy's technology to weights and clubs. Her mind and Force senses had constructed an image in her head of the circumference of the void bubble, and once it began to disappear and shrink from the death of the creatures, she would engage the enemy commander.

She was not going to fight a Mandalorian without the full use of her powers.

 

[Vaulkhar]

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUXX55WqYZs[/media]​

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Location: Planetside
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore; [member="Kaine Australis"]
Objective: Throw hands.
Post: 9

Vaulkhar practically mirrored the General before him as he dropped the jetpack to the floor. He reached down and unhooked the sheath at his side only to grip it tightly in his off hand. His right hand gripped the weapon's hilt as he sunk into a comfortable stance. The armored warrior across from the general had crouched slightly, his form shrinking just enough to decrease the various zones of attack the Mandalorian could take.

For a moment the duo stared one another down, silence deafened the hall as time slowly stretched past seeming to leave the two warriors behind.

With the Mandalorian's salute Vaulkhar once more mirrored his foe. He offered a slight nod of the head, his only movement since falling into his readied stance. The moment before each duel was always the same for the Sith Lord. No emotion radiated from him. Instead, his mouth grew dry and his heart began to pound against the confines of his chest, fighting to escape. A deep breath aided in calming him, but Vaulkhar knew who stood before him. Days were spent reviewing the Mandalorians of present under his father's direction. He knew from the moment their shuttle set down he'd inevitably stand before the General in single combat. His dreams spoke of a coming conflict, one that would test the halfbreed's skill in ways he had not yet experienced.

That moment was upon him in an instant.

Every fiber in his being screamed in response to the Mandalorian's battle cry. He ducked down and narrowly avoided the opening strike from the seasoned veteran. The blade slashed through a thick portion of the white hair as the Sith Lord took a step towards his right and the foe before him. A loud bang thundered through the hallway as if fired from a gun, but no bullet came. Instead a charged vibroblade shot up and out from the sheath in the warrior's off hand. Vaulkhar's right arm practically worked as a fulcrum as the weapon flashed upwards at breathtaking speed.

The tip aimed towards the small gap located in the elbow joint of the arm swung towards him.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Concord Dawn
Objection: Aiding the Mando
Post: 6
Tagging: [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] / [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]




Sure there were some close quarters...

How could there not be, zigzagging through the mountain passes, keeping well below peak level. And of course one...three near close collisions with crafts...fighters.

It were difficult to assess who and what they were, as most likely they were already committed to engagements with their counterparts. As thus, rounding one peak after another, it were inevitable to cross flight paths with other high speed crafts.
be de beep be.. her droid kept sounding out what she already could see as red blips on her HUd coming about. Lucky for her, they were already engaged and only noticed her at the last moment, otherwise she'd have to lay that boot down hard. She were clipping through at an already frenzy pace, trying to make as much good time as possible. The further north up the mountain range they went, the more fighters they encountered..dog fights, chases..crashes. It were getting so as every rock face they turned, there was smoke. Many live were given to these mountains today.

"I saw them, I saw them...pipe down..." She replied more often than not to her droid's insistence that it point out all of the red bleeps. Unfortunately it didn't distinguish whether the red bleeps were friend or foe. Then again, did the Mando's here consider anyone other than their kind friends? This was what she were up against...both mando and sith it seemed. Sure, she loathed the sith and were here to help the spirited people, the Mandos. But she were not one of them, nor did her ship have any markings that could easily and quickly identify her ship as an ally.
No.
She, for the most part didn't belong here. She were not armed and she would not fight. Not fight in the same sense as the dying here had. Marina were here trying to help nevertheless with what she could do best and that was flying. But not to engage in dogfights or counterattacks, no. She were here piloting for all she were worth to bring in much needed supplies as plasma, blood, bacta for the Mando field hospitals that tended to their fallen... to the children drawn from the rubble, the expected mothers who were surviving massive losses from indiscriminate carpet bombings.
And she also carried food, rations and humanitarian aid...supplies that in these types of embattlements were quickly if not at all diminished.

The heart of the Mando must not stop beating...

But she were no Mando...yet her Alderaanii heart were no different from theirs. Her own people had once been set in the sith's path for genocide. Their ancestral world of Alderaan had been obliterated and millions of hearts had stopped beating that instant.
No, she were not Mando. But her heart, her people's heart were no different than that of mando. Both people had met the same fate , many times and they still beat strong.
The sith..the Empire had done their worst to them before...and they still survived... they still rose from their ashes like the mighty phoenix and in defiance ate the hearts of their enemies, be it sith or Imperials. And so both Alderaanii and Mando shared the same enemy..the sith and the Empire, for both Mando and Alderaanii heart could not be conquered...EVER!


"Two more degrees latitude to go then we're popping." She called out, making quick adjustments to the ship's starboard stabilizers. They'd have to emerge, make a run down the western slope another thousand kilometers to go. It would bring them over some of the more remote farming communities of Concord dawn. As agriculturally developed it were, there were many communities spread throughout the western plains..the old fertile plains by which many communities had sprouted. They were all hardened Mandos...farmers, fathers and mothers. One heart... one heart...
It were what drove Marina past her fears.

Be de beep... a few more kilometers of mountain rock to clear and they's shoot out of the range and on to the pains, her droid called out.
de de... massive thermals readings ahead...

"Keep our shield steady TK...we're going from the frying pan into the fire.." She meant the action...the main forefronts of the many battles on Concord Dawn.

In no time, the last peak shot past them and down she vectored on to the plains. What had been white clouds and clear skies soon turned dark..like that of tornadoes..a seemingly massive storm with...with...... were that embers hitting her windshield?..??

"Gasp!.... Oh MY GOD!"... her eyes reflected the inferno before her.

Hell itself had made landfall here...

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Objective: Evacuate​

Location: Armatech City​

Allies: UCM+friends​

Enemies: TSE​

Tags: [member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Quintus Cadera"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]​

As the doctor and her vod spoke, she looked up in horror at the wasps flying into the city proper. She knew the Sith were ruthless... But this? There were innocents here! Children! Elders! People just trying to live their best lives! She hid Leddie's face in her shoulder, to hide the young girl from the nightmarish creatures. As a Tal member ran by, Taozi handed the child to them.

"Get her on the ship, now! Shoot any wasp you see, or cut it down if it gets too close! We need to save everyone we can! And you, get in the cockpit and get the Free Enterprise ready to go! Clan Gred can only keep the ship safe for so long. Once we get in the air, we will need ALL shields online and functional as soon as possible, do you hear me?!"

"OYA!" Taozi watched as her clan got to work. Already some were bringing in more people from the surrounding buildings. She guided the people Darlyn had pulled over through his telekinesis onto the ship. The Free Enterprise would likely become a target once everyone was on-board, and Taozi knew that while they were on the surface the ship's shields would not turn on. The doctor bit her nail nervously as she watched her clan complete their tasks, before turning her eyes to Darlyn. The man was doing something with the Dark Side, she could feel it. Her brush with it on Taanab was still fresh, and she felt it's presence clearly, even more than she had before.

 

[Amaya Cardei]

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Sundari burns within its dome, as the Sith Empire presses their attack. [member="Valdus Bral"] must now focus his forces on pushing the Sith back and out of the dome, but his opponent is none other than Lord General [member="Kor Vexen"] who has despatched his Rumblers, tunneling beneath the very earth in which Bral's forces stand upon. Elite strike teams from various sects of the Legion have engaged the Mandalorians. Among the strike, teams are Valkyrie duo, Charlyra Araano, and her master [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], Matriarch of the Valkyries who now wields her grief and anger as a weapon within the Force. The Outer City defenses begin to wane as beasts, machines and Imperials alike begin to break the lines, Bral's forces shoulder up in the Inner City hoping to keep the Sith on their heels. Lady [member="Taeli Raaf"] now looks to take her fight to [member="Skorvek"] as their forces spill blood along with the Sundari dirt.

In the palace, [member="Yasha Cadera"] has arrived to face off against [member="Darth Carnifex"], with @Drath Prazutis and [member="Adenn Kyramud"] also locked in battle.

The Undying has returned to defend his homeworld and finds himself locked in battle against Confederate forces temporarily allied with the Sith to fight the Mandalorians. Viszla was not the only one to have returned, [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] along with her massive fleet now look to pinch the already damaged Sith Imperial Armada. Reinforcements are inbound but only time will tell if the Armada can hold the line until those reinforcements arrive or - if they'll be swept aside by newly arrived Dem'adas. All this as New Keldabe suffers under [member="Darth Vitium"]'s attacks, and [member="Vilaz Munin"] has finally found his prey - but can he maintain the target long enough to despatch him?

Meanwhile, on Concord Dawn, Colonel [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] and her forces encounter the ground troops of [member="Mig Gred"] who must now also face off against wanderer and member of the Sith Empire [member="Hakai Shizukana"] and his men. High above Concord Dawn the fighting across the black that envelopes the world continues as Commodore [member="Irilius Tiam"] takes advantage of Commodore Almeyda's sacrifice to take out what's left of Gred's fleet. Dem'adas has despatched a few ships to aid the Mandalorian efforts here, but just as well - the Sith Empire also has reinforcements inbound.

The Galaxy watches as the United Clans of Mandalore make their stand against the Sith Empire, as the Siege of Mandalore continues...

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIFLnEehNTE[/media]

"Revision in three, two - one."

The HIMS Defender and her fleet reverted back into realspace to be faced with the ongoing conflict between Commodore Tiam's forces and what was left of the preliminary fleet, destroyed by the Mandalorians. In the case of the latter debris, mostly - but a faint life sign within one section. "Have the escort retrieve the cargo," Solieau ordered without turning to look at the crew on either side of her. Instead had the vessel scan what was in long-range of the vessel and noted the pair of dreadnoughts, but something else as well. "I see."

She turned to look over at the men and women manning the sensor stations. "Any other information you wish to relay?"

"A moment," a Lieutenant Santos spoke plainly, "there's something on the grav sensors that don't quite match with the data from the Redoubt prior to her fall."

Rear Admiral Solieau crossed the bridge until she was practically hovering over the poor Lieutenant. Data from the Redoubt combined with the new sensor readings of the current system didn't match the grav sensor net's readout. "Mark it, may be a cloaked ship - keep it tracked." Any useful data would be looked through by another there at the station. There was still another in the system, one who hadn't moved but no doubt would.

"Inform the fleet, we proceed as planned."

Around the Defender, other wedged-shaped vessels appeared as they reverted from hyperspace. Among them a pair of Stormcloud-class Cruisers, on loan from Primo Victorian Shipwright, with a handful of Dagger-class Frigates, and several Tachys-class and Bolt-class corvettes. Perhaps most concerning for those on the defense had been the appearance of at least four DOKAWs with more on the way. The Sith Empire knew that the Mandalorians would do everything to shoot them down before they reached their target. Thus, the Empire took to making several of these in the hopes that one or two would make landfall.

After Action Report:

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Task Force 44 led by Rear Admiral Solieau reverts from hyperspace.
HIMS Defender begins to scan at long range, detects something that other sensors don't.
Defender is unsure of what it is, perhaps stealth, but further investigation is required.
Escorts are sent to collect an Imperial life sign (Almeyda).
Four DOKAWs have also reverted and are to be escorted to Concord Dawn.
Task Force 44 is behind on the lower right of Commodore Triam's forces.

Task Force 44 Composition:

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HIMS Defender, Dowager-class
Battlecruiser: SP 3876 | HP 3876

HIMS Stormcloud, Stormcloud-class
Cruiser: SP 840 | HP 840 HP

HIMS Stormsurge, Stormcloud-class
Cruiser: SP 840 | HP 840 HP

HIMS Danae, Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

HIMS Dryad, Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

HIMS Diomede, Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

HIMS Damocles, Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

HIMS Daedaleus , Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

20x Tachys-class Corvettes [Combined]
Corvettes: SP 3000 | HP 3000

40x Bolt-class Corvettes [Combined]
Corvettes: SP 2320 | HP 2320

Total Meterage: 12,166m
Total Ships: 68

Sith-Imperial Armada forces engage Olivia Dem'adas's forces. The War Fleet's Leviathan and Black Iron led by the twin super star destroyers Goliath and Behemoth respond to the arriving Mandalorian fleet in kind.

Lord Admiral Raaf and Vice Admiral Sentongo continue en route to Mandalore, but they are not alone. Those looking on sensors will find several signatures coming from several different vectors. These signatures while some are discernable as Sith Imperial, others not so much - they're read off as mass. Mass spatial bodies in motion, and again not just one, but many. Which of these are accurate, and which of them are false? But then, it goes to reason why bother with bringing spatial bodies from so far? Concord Dawn has plenty in which to bring from one system to the next.

Still.

Sensors could find themselvs working a little too much as information, a lot of information comes through.

Colonel Ranulph Tarkin ordered his men forward, the Black Talon Legionnaires and their brother companies would move as ordered by Lady Taeli Raaf. Crimson whisps emerged hot from their barrels, lancing across the battlefield. Aims and promises of death reaching out for one another. Beasts of all manner and sort under the control of the Lady herself were dark reminders of who they served. The Legionnaires under Tarkin's command did not fear death, they relished it - and they knew, should they fall here they would be brought back to serve once again. Brought back to serve, over and over again. So they marched ever onward, Ranulph Tarkin shouted for his men to push forward - Mandalore would fall, or they as Legionnaires would perish in the attempt to bring her down.

173rd Black Talon Legionnaire Armament:

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[SIZE=11pt]Legionary Equipment: [/SIZE]
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  [SIZE=11pt]Riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/136323-autokrator-assault-blaster-rifle/ - Infantry, Basic Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Blaster Pistolhttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/SE-44C_blaster_pistol - Officers, Advanced Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Heavy Blaster Riflehttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/F-11D_blaster_rifle - Heavy, Advanced Legionnaires[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Sniper Riflehttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/NT-242 - Scout, Advanced Legionnaires. [/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Rotary Riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/136325-brute-rotary-blaster-cannon/ - Heavy, Advanced Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Flamethrowerhttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/D-93_Incinerator_flamethrower - Heavy, Advanced Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Thermal Detonatorshttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Thermal_detonator - Infantry, Basic Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Ion Grenadehttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Ion_grenade - Infantry, Basic Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
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[Samka Derith]

Location: Sundari outskirts​

Allies: [member="Constantinius Zambrano"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"]​

Samka had taken cover as shots were fired on their position, Constantinius seemed to have taken the brunt of it. Good. The giant could handle it better than most.

Beside her, Typhos had huddled, crouching low in his best attempt to stay out of the firing line. She remembered this would be his first time in a warzone. He'd been in combat but never on this scale. With a small smirk and glance over at Funami, Sam realised this was the first time for both 'her children'.

Speaking of, the little pink haired girl was calling out to her. She wanted to go to the dome now. It was tactically sound enough. They'd get few better chances so she nodded in approval. She hadn't actually intended for the child to become entwined in the action first hand but she wouldn't say no to such enthusiasm.

With her own abilities, Sam knew she would have an easier time traversing the battlefield than Funami. So at first she merely watched the child moving across, grimacing at several near misses and dangerous manoeuvres. Then headed directly into a small group of enemy soldiers. With a sigh, the Ren drew her blade and called on the Force to grant her a signature burst of speed and athletics. She caught up with Funami almost instantly, dashing and leaping across the distance between them, but even that was not fast enough to reach her before she had downed the enemy soldiers with surprising efficiency.

"Hm." Was all Sam initially said to the sight as she appeared beside Funami. "Fair play."

Funami had revealed herself as a threat to anyone nearby so Sam elected to take the lead forward. She carved a bloody path with fluid movement, never staying in a single position for very long. Most of her enemies were dispatched by a swift slash or stab in a vulnerable spot then left, regardless if they were dead or injured. If they were unable to keep fighting, her task was complete. She didn't need to linger. She wasn't here to take pleasure in their suffering. That came later. There was a mission to do as efficiently as possible. Every so often in the background, she could hear the destruction caused by her pet. A stomp here. A swoop there as he lifted an enemy to the sky and dropped them. A scream and the distinctive sound of a lifeform skewered on his tail. It sounded like it was going well.

From behind the Sith soldiers also seemed to be taking advantage of the path she cleared. As Sam reached the dome, so did they. The small woman let out a little relieved sigh.

Now the real fight could begin.

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Been very, very sick these past few days, my apologies if I missed anything! Reach out if I have!

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Sundari
Equipment: In BIO under "Things always with Adenn" armor and main gun in sig.
Tags: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Constantinius Zambrano"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Yasha Cadera"]
Allies: UCM and Defenders
Enemies: TSE and Attackers
Links: Beskad Elite(x20), Beskad Warriors(x100), Hell's Angel, Gunner, Protektrak(x10), AT-AD(x200), Hanger Complexes, Magnaguards(x10), Never Again, Krayt Dragons(x2), Tracyn dragons, E'care- is shooting explosive slug thrower shells that explode on contact

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Adenn nodded his appreciation to Taru as his nephew helped him reassemble the weapon. He still hadn't fully mastered switching it, but he would one day. Giving a mock salute to Taru as he jetpacked away, Adenn had then focused on his target. He fired and then grumbled in frustration after seeing the results of his actions, he'd missed by mere inches. Still grumbling, Adenn quickly re calibrated the sights to better suit him. That was done rather quickly, but when he was looking through his scope again, Adenn noticed the shots coming from the man he'd targeted and what seemed like an entire armor corp firing at him. He took a staggering half step back even as the shots suddenly hit the shield around the palace. Sighing with relieve, Adenn chuckled while shaking his head. The shield was straining, but it prevented the artillery from crashing on him. Deciding to get closer to the fighting, Adenn switched his gun back into its machine gun variant.

Suddenly he heard a loud crash from somewhere behind and above him. Whirling around on the spot, Adenn aimed his slugthrower at the higher area. Muttering in annoyance, he activated his jetpack and cloak before 'hopping' up to where the disturbance was. What he viewed was a surprise to Adenn, a large sith, most likely a Zambrano, battling defensive forces. Sneering at the sith from behind his helmet, Adenn sent a command to his vode. The Beskad Elite and the 10 Magna guards followed his command immediately. In the meantime Adenn would go and fight this Zambrano before moving onto more important matters.

2 large guards rushed Praz from behind and Adenn took that chance to go on the offensive as well. Raising his gun up, Adenn let loose a torrent of explosive slugs at any weak points he could even as he deactivated his cloak. At the same time the guards attacked, one going high and the other low, swinging from opposite sides with their weapons while also blasting with wrist weapons at the sith lord. Together all 3 Mandos roared out as one.
"For Mandalore!"

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Location: Sundari, Outer City
Allies: Sith Empire, [member="Samka Derith"]
Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore
Objective: Get in, fight people!
Equipment: Vibroscalpel

At first, she just gaped at Sam with eyes full of surprise and wonder, witnessing the blur of light that tore through one Mandalorian warrior after another in a destructive swathe headed straight to her. While fond of psychokinesis, slaying foes with a lightsaber appeared way cooler. Perhaps she’d consider making one after finishing her business here.

A surprisingly official smile welcomed Sam as her whirlwind of death came to a stop. With childish glee, the Sithling cackled at the motionless bodies left in her wake and let her eyes fall on Sam’s weapon, watching it with newfound respect. Generously motioning forward with both hands, she allowed Sam to take the lead, glad every Mandalorian’s attention would be summoned by the brunette’s deadly beacon of light.

“After youuu~” The Sithling’s singsong voice rang.

The young acolyte held, perhaps, the merest sliver of affection for Sam that she had never held for anyone else. It still did not stop the pink-haired brat from shamelessly using the taller woman as a fitting meat shield.

Dead Mandalorians and Sith alike littered the path into the city, giving away what had transpired. More would join their ranks as the Sith war machine pushed inside again to violate everything Mandalorians held dear. Amidst the rubble and chaos lived another cluster of armored insects that needed stomping.

Despite remaining right behind Sam, a lone slug still made its way past the brunette’s sword and whistled toward the little girl. She did not even have the time to register its existence. The bullet suddenly rebounded as if it had struck an invisible shield. A strange sensation of loss went over the little Sith as she wordlessly observed a crack appear in her barrier. An angry frown pulled down her eyebrows.

The anger did not stem from the weakened shield. The girl could not care less about high-powered slugs.

To her, such things were pebbles.

No; she raged because someone actually dared to shoot at her.

A pause and she thrust both hands out before her, telekinetically seizing two figures sporting Mandalorian insignia.

Insects. Bugs. They leaked yellow juice when squeezed!

Funami curled her fingers. The mighty Mandalorian armor started to crumple, worthless against the infinite strength of the Force. The power long hidden in her small body spewed forth to fuel the terrible engine of destruction she had become. Imagining the faces of those inside as the yielding metal slowly closed around their soft bodies drew a smile over her lips and her eyes lit up with sadistic delight.

The fluid was red.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Location: Exiting Hyperspace, Concord Dawn
Allies: Wayward Souls in Beskar'gam; [member="Mig Gred"], [member="Quell Rook"], [member="Marina DeVoe"]
Enemies: Everything Else; [member="Sith Muse"], [member="Irilius Tiam"]
Objective: Identify, Assess, Engage
Post: 05

The pair of dreadnoughts raced for the embattled Mandalorian fleet, the cloaked battleship keeping pace with her larger contemporaries. While the ships roared through the void, their weapons primed themselves for use, massive twin mass-drivers loading flak ammunition for repeated firings and enormous gatling cannons spinning up, ready to spit exploding flak rounds at an incredible rate of fire. Ahead of them, the bulbous Mandalorian warship and her diminutive escorts traded blows with Sith warships. All around the Mandalorian fleet, starfighters danced within their orbit.

A frequency greeted the Dar'tome warships, a returned call on un-encrypted lines.

"This is the Gred flagship, The Doge! Are you friend or foe?"

Kiela sighed. <This Mando'ade is slow.> She thought as turned to her sensor officer. "Which ship broadcast that message?" She asked.

"The big, lumpy one, mam." He reported. "Computer says the class of ship is made by Mon... Katamari? Fish people, mam. It's a fish-people ship."

"Mandalorian fish-people? Interesting." Kiela responded, momentarily taken aback by the mental imagery. "Comm, have the Kaden Buir respond. Laser tightbeam on the lumpy dreadnought."

"Aye, mam."

As the pair of dreadnoughts continued their rapid approach, a message carried on a beam of light would greet the Mandalorian Dreadnought.

"Vi Dar'tome Mando'ade, mhi olaror burcyn gratiir ibic duse."
(We are the separated children of Mandalore, we come in comradeship to punish this filth.)

"Jii tok'kad can'gale bal- "
(Now retreat starfighters and- )

The broadcast cut short as a new fleet entered the battlespace. A single, massive triangular warship cut into realspace like a knife, flanked by a pair of much smaller triangles and surrounded by a swarm of lesser triangular craft. <Sheb.> Kiela thought as she stared at the holoprojector and the rapidly updating battlespace displayed upon it. "Scrub previous mission and advance on the new fleet." She ordered. "Same strategy as before."

The pair of dreadnoughts slowed to a crawl, their massive ion drives cooling to a soft glow. As the pair of warships continued to drift forwards, bright pinpricks flared to life around the dreadnoughts. Maneuvering thrusters flared to life as the great ships spun on their axis, turning their prows towards the newly arrived fleet of Sith vessels. The tightbeam message to the embattled Mandalorian dreadnought would send one more message before going silent.

"Diger bic. Jate'kara."
(Forget it. Good luck.)

The message sent, the massive ion drives of the pair of warships kicked to life once again. The shield emitters of the pair of warships poured energy into the forward arc, strengthening the shields at the fore of the vessels at the expense of shield strength on all other facings. As the pair of warships and their cloaked shadow abandoned the embattled Mandalorians to their fate, burning ion drives at full capacity as they raced towards this new threat (maneuvering thrusters still burning hard on one side as they slowly canceled out their previously built up momentum), small craft began to pour out of either side of the two great warships. Dozens upon dozens of tiny starfighters launched themselves from tubes built into the sides of the two warships, coalescing into loose formations as they abandoned their parent warships and instead raced towards the battle surrounding the bulbous Mandalorian warship. In short order, these droid operated starfighters joined their distant cousins in battle.

As the pair of Dreadnoughts made their intentions painfully clear to all who bore witness, Kiera stood upon the command deck of a cloaked Battleship and watched events unfold on the ship's holodisplay. The two larger ships moved as one, the pair of them sandwiched on top of one another with their vulnerable bellies shielding one another. Behind them, and somewhat between them in a vertical sense, the battleship trailed in their wake, waiting for the moment to strike. The dreadnoughts themselves held their weapons in reserve, waiting for the right moment to strike as they made their approach, speeding forward at a pace that would leave most ships half their size in envy. The enemy ((gonna assume the first part of [member="Sith Muse"]'s next post involves shooting at these ships as they close distance)) lashed out upon the two warships with powerful volleys of weaponry. High powered turbolasers and more exotic weapons ate away at their primary shields while a withering barrage of Hyper-velocity rounds bypassed their outer layers of shielding to damage the second layer directly. Here and there, a scattering of Hypervelocity rounds ripped through the shields entirely to ricochet upon the thick armor plating of either dreadnoughts' mighty prow.

The opening volley survived, the two warships and their shadow continued their rapid approach. With deep gouges scarring their armored prows, the pair of dreadnoughts opened fire at last. Innumerable mass drivers fired shells twice the size of normal Hypervelocity cannons while Vulcan gatling cannons spewed forth solid lines of heavy mass-driver shells. While the Sith fleet spewed solid shells and beams of energy at the pair of dreadnoughts, the pair of dreadnoughts returned the favor with brilliant explosions and innumerable shards of metal fragments as weapons designed to shred corvettes like paper spat forth death in all directions, gun crews doing their best to swat away the escorts of the mighty Sith Battlecruiser as they continued to move as one towards the enormous warship.

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2x Alor'ad-class Dreadnought (Type 1) (2km/4km)
1x Alor-uus-class Tactical Battleship (Type C) (0.9km) (Cloaked; visible to sensitive gravity sensors)
Total: 4,900m
---288x Kyr'gal Starfighters (Type 1)

Location: Exiting Hyperspace, Mandalore
Allies: Wayward Souls in Beskar'gam; [member="Adenn Kyramud"]
Enemies: Everything Else; [member="Sith Muse"],
Objective: Identify, Assess, Engage
Post: 05

(WIP, confirming things with [member="Sith Muse"] before writing this section of post.)

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3x Mand'alor-class Dreadnought 1x (Type W) 2x (Type 1) (5km/15km)
4x Alor-class Dreadnought (Type 1) (3km/12km)
4x Alor'ad-class Dreadnought (Type 1) (2km/8km)
8x Ruus'alor-class Dreadnought (Type 1) (1.35km/10.8km)
1x Alor-uus-class Tactical Battleship (Type E) (0.9km/0.9km)
2x Verd-class Battleship (Type 1) (0.8km/1.6km)
10x Veriduur-class Light Cruiser (Type 1) (0.5km/5km)
4x Verd'ika-class Frigate (Type 1) (0.35km/1.4km)
4x Ik'aad-class Corvette (Type 1) (0.1km/0.4km)
Total: 55,100m

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHuD5y-PZM0​

"Do you even have such strength left, Yasha? Or did Mandalore steal it all from you?"

His swing went wide, slicing through empty air before stopping and coming down to slam into the empty floor where Yasha had been a moment before she danced away from his blade's bite. The edge buried itself deep into the ground, nearly half of its length swallowed by solid stone and steel.

"Let's find out."

Carnifex tore free his weapon from here he had embedded it, ripping away chunks of the floor along with it. She came at him again, foot slamming into his armored knee and pushing his right leg back several inches while Yasha's weapon snapped out towards him like a viper. It missed its mark only because the Emperor's body was already in motion, and the edge of the polearm struck against one of his Impervium plates and was redirected away from vulnerable flesh. Though a massive individual by every stretch of the definition, the Emperor was exceptionally fast in his movements and was capable of lashing out with extreme swiftness and brutality when the need was evident.

So his weapon flashed into the cool recycled air of the Palace Throne Room, snapping around and biting at the former Mand'alor's armor with the intent to whittle away chunks from her defensive playing with a beskar blade. It didn't seem like the Sith Emperor was angling his weapon for killing blows, everything about his intentions seemed set on maiming the former Mand'alor rather than killing her immediately.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Reyn Australis"]​

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Sundari
Allies: UCM, [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Objective: Defend the city
Equipment: Sith Robes, Sith Lightsaber, sword.


The black cloaked figure drew closer to Hevn, now plainly visible. "You can't tell, can you?" Kentarch's voice hinted at a taunt. "Whether this form is real... Or is this an illusion I created while remaining cloaked and concealed? Perhaps I do stand before you. Perhaps behind you ready to strike when your guard is down..."

From Hevn's gauntlet a jewel glowed, then he unleashed a force wave. The telekinetic attack came like a wave, kicking up everything in it's wake. In a cloud of dust the cloaked figured vanished. Kentarch was able to create a telekinetic barrier at the right moment, shielding himself from the attack. It was an obvious tactic to try and force The Sith hand's and reveal his position.

"I understand now." Kentarch's voice called from the cloud of dust. "Your broken. No longer whole. You will never be able to truly master the dark side. This is why you use trinkets, runes, and incantations. The innate ability to use force properly eludes you." His tone was cold and emotionless. If there was one thing the Sith Lord knew it was how to get underneath someone's skin.

Kentarch's cloaked figure reappeared as the cloud of smoke and dust slowly settled. Taking a step forward his boots left visible prints in the dust and dirt settled on the ground. He let go of his force concealment so Hevn could sense him now, the Sith had abandoned his cloak earlier, only having used it to get around Ra and deWinter before. "Your mind is errant. Your thoughts betray you. I see you as a pawn. Nothing more." Kentarch would continue with his words. "You do not take bold actions, are your actions even your own? Do you even know?" His voice was still deep and ominous. His stance was neutral, and his arms were at his sides, his posture relaxed.

"Will you try and strike me down? You know I stand before you now. Not a trick, no illusion."

 

[Deram Carid]

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Ambushed!
Allies: UCM | Enemies: Sith forces​

Engaging: [member="Darth Ophidia"]​

The hallway, the sounds of battle beyond not withstanding, was quiet.

Then it wasn't.

As the group of patrolling Mandalorians rounded a corner, the only real indication of oddity was the fog in the area. It shouldn't have been on the current level, which meant something - or someone - had brought it with them from below. And even as the dots connected in Deram's mind, what with the missing patrol check-ins and now this, the hallway lit up with ripper fire. One of the Mandalorians beside the tall clan leader was struck in the chest, the impact knocking him backward with a grunt from within his helmet.

"Fallback," Deram shouted, as he slid along the wall to round the previous corner, firing blindly down the hallway with his heavy repeater. "That was a ripp--"

Peering from around the relative safety of the corner, even as the other Mandalorians in his squad moved to join him, Deram noticed the metallic ball that passed through his vision. It was only for a split second, but he had seen enough of them, to know what it was... an ion grenade. Knowing there was only several brief seconds to react before the explosion knocked some of his armor systems offline, Deram reached over to press a button on his gauntlet - and sent a widespread burst of expanding flame from his flamethrower as far down the hallway as possible, as wide as possible, to provide something of a temporary barrier. To dissuade the enemy from approaching momentarily.

The fog was flammable, but was out of range.

Then the ion grenade exploded, and the flame fuel systems - and beskar'gam systems - shuttered and flickered off, throwing Deram into a near deafening silence within his enclosed helmet. The HUD was static, switching between off and on, but not functioning. Still, being a veteran of decades of war, the tall Mandalorian kept his calm and ducked back around the corner for cover. He calmly reached for his utility belt, producing a Combat de-ionizer. He activated the cylinder, waiting as the tool began to siphon the ionic effects across his suit, equipment and weapons... but there was one thing that wasn't affected:

Baltan's Fury, Deram's large beskar poleaxe that was strapped to his back at its shortened un-extended length.

"Get ready, vod," Deram shouted, as he pulled the poleaxe free and activated the telescopic function, causing it to extend to six feet. "We hold this line!"

The Mandalorians armed themselves with hand-to-hand weaponry, as ionic bursts showed randomly across various weapons and armor. It would take a minute or two before the de-ionizers did the job, so until then it would be low power mode and elbow grease to handle the revealed enemy. And with a roar, the Mandalorians began to charge, three members throwing flash grenades as the group moved, knowing the helmet visors would compensate for the brightness and noise to follow...

 

[Skorvek]

Location: Or'dinii Mining Complex
Objective: Defend the mines
Allies: UCM
Enemies: TSE [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Equipment: in me bio

The moment the horde of beasts was within firing range he cut loose with his Assault cannon letting out a hail storm of bolts that would vaporize or shred apart anything before him, at least for a while until he noticed his weapon stop functioning which was odd this thing was supposed to last longer then a few rounds. He barely ducked and bashed the skull of one of the subsumed in with the heated barrel off the weapon before he discarded it and saw several small blue lights leave the power source of the weapon and fly off, Yet another invention to worry about, He commed his troops to let them know and be weary of such creatures and if possible to use weapons with a wide kill radius in the hopes it will hit these creatures as he darted over to one of the building sides that he hid one weapon that may help him which was the Inferis Flamethrower which he let loose upon the horde that approached up a torrent of radioactive flame. He caught eye of a familiar face at the head of the opposing force and this only served to excite and make his adrenaline pump even more, [member="Taeli Raaf"] herself was leading these forces, He got his wish and then some having such a beast show up at his door step.

He now had a target to go for no doubt she is waiting for the Ysalamiri to die and the bubble to collapse, While that would work on those just carrying feeder harness's the battle buddie droids where safe and the Bral's where heavily shielded to a point that it will take a great deal of heavy firepower to breach but skorvek had his target in mind. He unleashed his torrent as he charged his way to her using the Jetpack on his gam to give him jump bursts to shorten the distance, He charged on ward towards his goal which was Taeli herself he had a few tricks up his sleeve as he commanded a few of the battle buddies to follow him to maintain the bubble as much as possible while he made his way to her.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Sundari Palace
Objective: Kill [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Reyn Australis"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

“Oh Koe, have you spent too much time between your wives’ thighs that you’ve forgotten me already?” Marble sheered in rivulets from the strength of Carnifex’s piercing of the floor, and Yasha snapped up, separating the polearm into its’ two component blades and swirling in on his arm, attempting to attack the joints between plates. To find a weakness in his swallowing dark.

Songsteel met impervium and Yasha’s slash made no mark but that which could be allowed upon the Dark Lord.

“Reyn!” Yasha gasped, a cacophonous desperation usually unfamiliar to her voice. Ram’ika’s distraction cost Yasha a strike to her back plate. She grunted, rocking closer to the behemoth and kicking at his ankle in an attempt to catch Carnifex’s footing. As a parent, Yasha was stern, commanding and quick to leave. The Mandalorians took the best seconds from her hours, but Yasha did understand how to give her children away. First to Tamar, Aiya, the nannies. To Caz, to Kaine. Anyone who would take them away from her.

“Don’t goad him!” Anyone who would train them less than she.

His father’s son. Reyn was all his father’s son. The boy unfortunately created and hastily saved, before living by desperate inches. The more Reyn pushed, the more distracted his mother. She missed her footing, an upward strike slinging harmless into the thickened air of the Palace. Darth Prazutis landed like a missile outside, where the Legio Copad guarded against entry, and Adenn Kyramud tackled the monstrous godling of chaos.

“He won’t, but I might.” Yasha snapped, kicking backward to avoid the Dark Lord’s gigantic limbs. Feth. Leaving close quarters against a man of his reach was as dangerous as gaining that advantage in the first, but Reyn left her no choice.

“You dumb little fekk.” She cuffed Reyn upside his buy’ce, pacing the space between Carnifex and her eldest son. “Always thinking none of this matters! By your age, I was leading the terraforming effort of this planet, and burying my guardian, but no. You have to be flippant like a death-hungry moron!”

How could she open a thirteen year old’s eyes to an upper sense his mind had yet to develop?

“It’s the humanity in him, Koemi. Humans never know when to stop babbling uselessly at the howling wind.” Recentering herself, Yasha growled and gauged her options. With Reyn so close, both her main weapons were useless, unless she was prepared to sacrifice her boy on the altar of pugilism.

“He feels no pain. Go for joints and tendons, not base damage. He’s faster than a man his size should be, and one full strike from him will shatter your ribcage through your Beskar’gam. Get close, but stay out of his grip. He’ll have to drop his weapon to grab you, but I’ve watched Koe pull monsters in half with his bare hands and good humour in his eyes.”

Back stinging from the blow she took, Yasha shook her head beneath the massive helm. “When I say bail, you will run as far and fast as you can, or you will be the death of me.”

Yasha charged, as one of the polearm halves clanked to the ground. A seeming mistake, slipping through her crushgaunt only to be replaced with an outstretched hand…

… by Rekr Karyatesa, the Wolf Hammer.

“Rrrrraaah!” Yasha stabbed her right blade toward Kaine Zambrano’s shoulder, while her left arm swung the massive power hammer toward his chin. Darth Carnifex deserved nothing but the direst of attentions, his coming to her in battle afforded him naught but Yasha’s best as an offering to Kad Harang’ir.

To Nussyn, goddess of beauty and war. But also to the man she knew, the not-betrayer, who over the years gave in to her demands more than he demanded. Who spoke wisdom, listened kindly, gave gifts without restraint. To her confidante and companion, affectionately deemed Koe, Yasha gave her best.