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

[Amaya Cardei]

Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], [member="Irilius Tiam"] | @Sith Empire
Opponents: [member="Mig Gred"] | @Mandalorians

The Redoubt was a big girl, and gravity - gravity was a kriffing schutta.

It worked both ways and was completely indiscriminate, a mistress like no other.

Commodore Alemyda knew the Redoubt would draw the Mandalorian's attention, and it seemed the fleet would be too focused on the 4th. Which would give Commodore Tiam the opportunities he needed to remind of the Mandalorians of their place. Though, in their over-eagerness to show off their armament Alemyda's opponents fired every weapon they could, a bad idea given the kind of gravity weapon that had been aboard at least one of those vessels. An extreme weapon with little in the way for friend or foe, worse the chance for the weapon to detonate prematurely whether on its own or otherwise. A risk that many with the Starfighter Corps understood, and thus when the opposing capital ship launched its gravity-based arsenal. The strike craft was quick to eliminate as much as possible, but even they could not eliminate everything.

The gravity weapon detonated prematurely - but with just enough range to begin a pull.

As if the cannons had not been enough, smaller gravity turrets had also fired compiling this into a stronger gravity well that would begin to grow catching the Sith-Imperials in its midst.

As for the other arsenal that the opponents may have fielded, they disappeared into the anomaly that was now fastly growing. "Cut engines, now!" Almeyda shouted, "all power to shields, BRACE!" A swirling monstrosity would arise from the Mandalorian's over-eagerness in battle. Pulling Task Force 48 into its grips, at least one of the Ahi-class vessels had been decimated on detonation, while the other two managed to escape albeit with damages that would no doubt work against them when going down to the surface of the planet.

Ordnances, hypervelocity cannon shells - all of it now would be out for anyone in its wake.

A sickening sound of the Redoubt's hull as she protested the pull of the new found gravity well, two Marama-classes and a Whetu would be claimed by the now amassing black hole. The twin Athena-class frigates clung to life, their power began to fluctuate and how much longer they would hold remained to be seen. Another Whetu, followed by two more Marama's would succumb to their injuries

The starfighters that had been fielded were told to make landfall, their safest bet now would be to make the aim for the Third Moon. Many would not make it, including Air Marshal [member="Ishana Pavanos"] and would instead be torn by the singularity.* The Redoubt continued to protest and for as well made as her hulls were it would be her shields that would begin to buckle. Engines cut, the Redoubt would look to ride the well - her backside swung around first, as the integrity of the vessel would come into question. Almeyda wanted to ensure the safety of the crew but at this rate - the escape pods would fare much worse - if the Starfighters were of any indication.

The Redoubt's weapons would turn as the ship crested guns aimed for the opposing battleship, firing all weapons in one defiant salvo.

The Redoubt was a big girl.

Gravity's a schutta.

After Action Report:

Spoiler

4th Fleet suffers heavy losses from the gravity cannons.
HIMMS Woolly Veermok and Wingmaw have been destroyed.
HIMMS Mantorr, Maldrol, Mantrigue and Malklock have also been destroyed.
HIMMS Arachne has also been destroyed.
HIMS Redoubt still remains, suffering heavy shield damage, hull damage continues to impact.
HIMS Adrestia and Angelos down nearly fifty percent a piece on both hull and shields.
HIMS Redoubt fires all weapons on the Doge.
Starfighters have mostly been eliminated, remnants en route to the Third Moon.
HIMMS Akk Dog and Albek still heading for Concord Dawn surface.
Air Marshal Pavanos has been killed in action, a recording box would reveal the Air Marshal had been at the epicenter of the gravity cannon's impact.

4th Fleet: Task Force 48

Spoiler

HIMS Redoubt, Resurgent-class
Battlecruiser: SP 1916 / HP 2143

HIMS Adrestia, Athena-class
Frigate: SP 250 / HP 200

HIMS Angelos, Athena-class
Frigate: SP 300 / HP 250

HIMMS Warhawk, Whetu-class
Frigate: SP 120 / HP 240

HIMMS Woolly Veermok, Whetu-class
Frigate: SP 320 / HP 320

HIMMS Wingmaw, Whetu-class
Frigate: SP 320 / HP 320

HIMMS Watchbeast, Whetu-class
Frigate: SP 100 / HP 140

HIMMS Mynock, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 144 / HP 144

HIMMS Maalraas, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 144 / HP 144

HIMMS Mantorr, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 144 / HP 144

HIMMS Malklock, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 144 / HP 144

HIMMS Mastiff, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 100 / HP 120

HIMMS Miridon, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 90 / HP 100

HIMMS Manka Cat, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 100 / HP 120

HIMMS Murra, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 80 / HP 90

HIMMS Modrol, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 144 / HP 144

HIMMS Mantigrue, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 144 / HP 144

HIMMS Malia, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 80 / HP 100

HIMMS Mawvorr, Marama-class
Corvette: SP 50 / HP 75

HIMMS Akk Dog, Ahi-class
Corvette: SP 12 / HP 68

HIMMS Arachne, Ahi-class
Corvette: SP 82 / HP 82

HIMMS Albek, Ahi-class
Corvette: SP 2 / HP 60

Total Meterage: 7070m
Total Ships: 15

 

[Constantinius Zambrano]

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https://youtu.be/blCBoXKCGl0​

When the moment arrived, Constantinius followed the Emperor to his shuttle, alongside his brother and whoever else was part of the Emperor's retinue for this attack. When they entered the craft, Constantinius opted to stand. After all, he couldn't really sit down given his size, having to duck down slightly to fit inside the craft. As the shuttle made it's way towards the planetary surface through the atmosphere, Constantinius's attention turned to his father. "It will be good to fight alongside you again Father, after all these years away.....I must ask, how have you and mother been doing during my studies? I bumped into her during the Dark Council meeting. She seems quite well.", Constantinius asked honestly. He figured now would be an appropriate time, before battle was joined. Even with their combined skills, even this battle might claim their lives. Not that Constantinius suspected they'd die that easily, of course.

Turbulence shook the shuttle as they grew closer and closer to Sundari, blaster fire from the anti-air emplacements soaring past them as the craft weaved it's way through enemy fire, taking the occasional glancing blow. The thrill of it was palpable to all aboard, even as they skirted close to death, it was near intoxicating. Battle was soon to be joined, and Constantinius could feel it approaching ever closer. As the shuttle touched down at whatever landing zone had been chosen, and the boarding ramp was about to lower, Constantinius instinctively moved the young Funami behind him, to shield her from any enemy fire. With a swift motion, he placed his helmet upon his head, firing up it's tactical optics ready for battle...

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Funami Teriyaki"]
[member="Vaulkhar"]
[member="Samka Derith"]
[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[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="Nicair Claden"] [member="Kaine Australis"]
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, I haven't linked everything I will be using just yet, I will though once the fighting gets started

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Adenn stood there with Gunner when the sound of pounding feet was heard. Turning, Adenn was surprised by Taru appearing, his nephew. He was going to answer, but shortly thereafter came Nicair. Turning to speak with both of them, he spoke blandly.
"Nayc Taru, not yet." Turning to Nicair he continued. "Nothing's known yet, but something's off."

It didn't take long before something happened. The Sith attacked and attacked with a vengeance. Gazing up at the heavens, Adenn watched in silent dread as the laser from the behemoth came out to hit a shields weak point, and then the same from Prazutis' attack. Staring up, anger slowly began to overtake Adenn as he watched parts of the shield fail and the first gate become heavily damage. Spinning on his heel, Adenn made a motion towards his men telling them to prepare all of the troops they had in the city. Then he turned and strode towards the throne. There he activated a comm device and began to speak, sending out a call to every Mando who would head it. It was encrypted so only they could understand it, only they would receive it.

"They're here vode, to burn and destroy our homes, to try and break us. But they seem to have forgotten who and what we are. They have forgotten what a real Mandalorian is. We've been invaded over and over in recent times, and we've held back to prevent various calamities. No more. This is our home, our planet, our system and our people. Do not hold anything back, they come to slaughter us. Slaughter them! Let these chakaar come and learn the wrath of a Mandalorian. Fight with the strength, cunning, and ferocity of a Mythosaur. Defend Mandalore with everything we have and everything we are. No more holding back, no more collateral damage and innocents. The enemy is upon us and we must beat them back! Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur(today is a good day for someone else to die)! Fight vode, fight for Mandalore! For out aliit!"

The next message went to every di'kut who dared attack Mandalore.
"To you di'kutla chakaar(idiot ; strong insult word) that dare attack us in our home. You invite death and destruction upon yourselves. Come and fight us as warriors, or stay where you are, you huu'tuuns(cowards). Face us and die. Come on to Mandalore, to Sundari, and learn true strength. Then die to it."

Cutting off the communication, Adenn turned back to those who were in the room with him. Gunner simply looked angry, his beskad elite hid their emotions behind their beskar, his droids couldn't feel anything, and Taru and Nicair, well he couldn't read them just yet. So he spoke to them quickly, even as Gunner turned and began organizing Clan Mortui defenses. Adenn spoke then, dragging the attention to himself.
"Let's go vode, as I said, we need to fight with everything we have. Are you with me?"

Looking at them each with a conviction felt from the soul, Adenn nodded once before turning and beginning to dole out orders for his clan. Even as he did that, outside the palace they set up defenses. Hell's Ange; positioned itself near her sister walker, Harangir even as other soldiers set themselves up to defend Sundari with everything they had. As with Clan Australis, they fortified everything and anything they could, even as tanks, droids, and walkers set themselves up. Along with the clan members, the regular civilians armed themselves, putting on armor and getting out weapons. Every man, woman, and child of age would fight to defend Mandalore from the invaders.


Space

In space Clan Mortuis fleet and the Never Again powered up their weapons as the Behemoth fired. They were as shocked as many other Mandalorians, but they still reacted in a warrior fashion, with violence. Powering up their weapons, turning to face the enemy, launching fighters. This and more happened quickly, even as from the ground, in the hanger complexes hundreds of fighters were launched, ships launched their own. They launched mosquitos, furies, and more, every imaginable Mandalorian fighter, bomber, and escort was launched to fight against the TSE.

Mors Classemque, Clan Mortuis fleet, had turned to fully face the enemy. They weren't all that far away from the main groups, but had avoided significant targeting against them(If someone did shoot at me, please @ me in the OOC, DMs, or discord so I can react to that, as I do not see anyone firing upon my fleet. Thanks). Something they'd rectify shortly. The entire fleet and the SSD aimed their weapons towards one of the star destroyers near the Behemoth. They couldn't properly hit their opponents SSD yet, but they could hit the other ships of the line. As such, the entire fleet opened up with their more long range weapons, even as the heavier hitting ones powered up to be used at the proper times. Every ship fired at once, even as bombers streaked out to hit ships, as fighters went to engage other fighters, as combat embroiled the space around Mandalore. They would all fight, for their aliit.

Actions

Spoiler

Ships come about and power up weapons
Entire fleet and SSD fire upon one SD near the Behemoth, using longer range weapons.
Powering up deadlier/heavier weapons.
Fighters and bombers launched.
Bombers moving to attack enemy ships
Fighters moving to screen bombers and attack enemy fighters and bombers.

Fleet:
Mors Classemque (Death Fleet)

• Kanjiklub Star Deceiver (x3)
• Mandalorian Star Destroyer (x4)
• Hammerhead Destroyer (x2)
• Unicorn-class Heavy Cruiser (x1)
• Venator 3 Star Destroyer (x1)

SSD:
​Never Again(x1)

Fighters
Mosquitos
Furies

 

[BobertEZ]

Eight hundred kilometers. Exosphere.

Every second, that number dropped. The further they fell into the atmosphere, the closer they were to death; their own, or the enemies. Raptious understood the ultimate futility of life, understood that this may have been the day they fell in battle once and for all. They knew that even the mightiest of champions could fall to a stray blaster round or from simple fate on the field, friendly fire and the like.

Raptious knew this, but was unsure if the soldiers they stared upon in that shuttle knew this. Many would die in New Keldabe, that they did know, but the total extent of how it could occur...this was something the Sith Lord doubted they understood. Why would they? Forced into a war against the warriors of warriors. It would be an ugly day, an ugly few days, an ugly week, and however long it took for the Mandalorians to be pushed into submission or to repel the great Sith Empire that encroached upon their homeland.

And Raptious smiled in glee at this fact, at the ever approaching battle and death, yet, now that this battle was in fact in their grasp, in the back of their mind, they questioned it. They did not question their loyalty to the Empire in the slightest, but they did question if attacking the Mandalorians, even when they were unprepared, was surely the wisest thing to do in the grand scheme of things.

They had proven to be a resilient people even in the face of defeat, if the Mandalorian Wars were any indication of such. Would such loses in this war hamper them in future conflicts, for the Empire had enemies on every front, and in each shaded corner, the Jedi waited.

"Lord Raptious, are you okay?" one of the soldiers sitting inside the shuttle suddenly asked.

The Sith Lord turned their massive gaze upon the soldier and nodded curtly, "Of course. Why do you ask?"

"You are, pardon me my lord, more alive and exuberant in your excitement in times such as these."

"Ah, yes," the Sith Lord nodded with a chuckle. "Apologies. I am merely keeping myself contained until my feet touch Mandalorian soil and my blade can singe flesh."

"Of course, my lord."

"Shield's open! Landfall in three minutes!" the pilot voxed over the intercom.

Raptious laughed heartily and pounded a gauntlet against their chest three times, "Prepare, my loyal kin. For today, we will taste Mandalorian blood! By nightfall, our names will be remembered for all time."

"For the Empire!"

The shuttle was immediately bombarded by flak cannons and anti-air turrets, the pilot eradicated by a massive explosion that sent the Sith Lord and their soldiers crashing into the fields outside New Keldabe. All but two died in the crash, the others graced with life solely because their impact was cushioned by the crushed bodies of their comrades.

The Sith Lord wasted no time in carving their way out of the wrecked shuttle, Bittersweet acting as the savior for the Darth who refused to die in a burning heap of scrap. Instantly, several blaster rounds hit the Darth square in their chest upon their exit from the shuttle. All subsequent rounds were deflected by the Sith Lord. From the skies above, the Mastodons and the SI/AITs descended like furious angels of death. Hundreds upon thousands of Imperial Legionaries disembarked from these shuttles and charged in uniform fashion towards New Keldabe which now faced unprotected turbolaser blasts from the fleet above.

Standing at the head of the encroaching army, Darth Raptious looked upon the city with malicious intent and sadistic glee, hoping to eventually meet up with Vitium and the Karkarodon. Turning to the soldiers behind them, the Sith Lord raised their lightsaber high and ushered forth a roar of rage, "Kill them! Kill them all!"

[member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Tehkyram"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"]​

 

[Darth Rage]

Concord Dawn headed to ArmaTech Corporate Cities

Allies TSE: [member="Hakai Shizukana"] [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Anden Fancelo"] [member="Ravik Munin"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Enemies UCM: [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Quintus Cadera"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Marina DeVoe"]


Rage watched as the black mist seeped from the face of the book. The last of the grandfather's life essence seeped out of the wound in his throat and rained upon the tome. The pages drank the ichor, greedily absorbing the delicious ambrosia. It's mouth was opened like the maw of a serpent as it expelled more of the plague. Rage's mad laughter died to a droll chortle until stopping completely, but still the evil smile never left his lips. The old man's eyes rolled to the back of his mind and his hands fell from Rage's own to lay by his sides. The occasional death rattle shook the corpse and as it twitched Rage's face became impassive. He threw the body aside and it flew from his fingers which had been deeply embedded in it's trachea. The body slid from grasp with a wet sound and fell to the earth with a dull thump.

Rage's hatred flared within him at seemingly random. It seemed to happen every time he used the book. It stirred something within him that drove him to levels of hatred that almost brought him to the brink of madness. He brought bloody hand back to the book and wiped it upon it's pages. The blood soaked in and seemingly disappeared. As the book expunged the last of the disease with the final drops of blood Rage looked up to find they now stood in the center of a heavy black mist. The rains seemed to only feed the mist. It was a preternatural thing that seemed to have a mind of it's own. It moved about in wisp of smoke, but avoided the center in which Rage stood. Using the force he had created an eye in the plague storm and bent it to his will. The Blackwing would follow him wherever he went...

"Master, what should we do with the others?" An acolyte rasped painfully

"Throw them to the storm. We need no more sacrifices for now," Anger enunciated every syllable he spoke, but his face remained impassive.

The Acolyte nodded at his master's words. They turned to the family in the center of their circle as one. With hands extended they moved forth to grab hold the Mandalorian non combatants.

"No! Please, spare my children!" The mother begged as tears streaked down her face.

The acolytes ignored her and ripped the younglings from her grasp. They cried out for their mother, reached for her with sweaty hands. When they realized their pleading would not work they began to kick and punch, but it had little effect on the golems. They dragged feet in protest and wailed their mother's name, to no avail. The mother was forced to watch as two acolytes held her in place. She too kicked and screamed as her children were dragged closer to the outskirts of the eye. The Acolytes sensed Rage's anger. They threw the wretches into the storm. At first the Children stared in disbelief as they gained what they believed to be freedom. One looked to the Heavens as if for an answer. It replied with a single drop of black water. The tiny drop of fluid raced through the gale and landed in the center of the childs eye.

He felt his head grow light. His nose started to bleed. With hand he reached for the fluid cascading from his nostril.

"Sis, I don''t feel so well..."

The boy threw up a flood of gore and his sister screamed. The boy fell to his knees and lay face down in his own bile. The girl felt her vision fade and soon followed. The mother screamed louder. Her head hung low as she seemed to loose everything. She sobbed quietly as the acolytes dragged her towards her seemingly dead children. They knew that the only thing that would appease their master when he was suffering from one of his bouts of fury. The boy's arm twitched, shooting forth to rest in the mud above his head. It pushed him upward and mud cascaded from his body. The girl's form erected at a sickening angle.

"Babies? You're alive!" The mother cried happily, her tears turning from sadness to joy.

They knew the only thing that would appease their master was the slaughter of the innocent

"WHA- NO! NOOOOOOOO!"

 

[Jor Kvall]

Location: Sundari
Equipment: In bio
Nearby: [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Nicair Claden"]

"You say it is the good cause that hallows even war? I say unto you; it is the good war that hallows any cause."​

-Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra​

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The Sundari host had gathered.​

Few in number, some too few in years,​

but heavy in courage.​

Though the numbers and battle-beasts of the Sith counted many,​

they would face the reckoning​

of the ferocious bond between man and his soil.​

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Kaine Australis, redoubtable warrior,​

a familiar face,​

had armed the populace.​

Many would find honor today,​

before they felt the sleep of the sword.​

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Thunderous rasp, titanic thrust of light.​

The Sith had pierced the sky,​

and Mandalore wept unseen tears.​

And they came,​

their shadows rode before the heaven-candle.​

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Jor Kvall turned to the men in the palace.​

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"Fetch the ysalimir, if we have any. Kaine, Adenn... let us commune. With Kad Ha'rangir."​

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A meditation for that furious rain.​

Some had not forgotten the Old Gods.​

 

[Charlyra Araano]

En Route to Sundari.
In Orbit Above Mandalore.
Allies: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Opponents: TBD

"At once Master."

It was once said that a true war was waged in the hearts of all living things. Light versus dark, life and death, nature versus nurture they were all conflicted. Heroes burn, and villains turn - it all goes around, and around the posturing the stances. Charlyra knew this - felt this, the eternal conflict that raged within. Her boots sounded against the durasteel floor of the Crimson Valkyrie's hangar. Anger, fear - pure moments of expression, emotions so raw and potent with the dark side that as she drew on these things. As she drew on the Force she could feel its power pool within the very tips of her fingers.

Securing her rebreather, Charlyra drew in a breath and turned to look over her shoulder. Her spiked gauntlets glinted within the bright fluorescent lights of the hangar, and in a moment her form faded into the darkness of the shuttle. Her master would join her and together they in their shuttle would make way for Mandalore. The Emperor's vessel in combined strength with the Shadow Hand's created just enough space for their forces to make landfall.

So too, would the Valkyries made landfall.

The shuttles crossed the depths of the abyss following in the Emperor's wake as the twin dreadnoughts had created the wedge.

The room necessary in which the Sith would make landfall.

In which the Mandalorains would now feel the wrath of the Sith Empire.

The Force was conflict.

The Empire was conflict.

Conflict lived throughout all beings, as the Force too lived through all living beings. This is what Charlyra knew and felt, the shuttle jostled on entry, as Sundari's view came into vision. The Dark Side of the Force would guide them, the Dark Side... embraced conflict, and a Valkyrie this would be her purpose.

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

By the time her hands had reached the Holorecorder, the spectacle was over and done. She still raised the cylindrical device and pressed the big button to memorize this moment in its circuits. There, with the big bad ruler of the universe and everything. Being in the emperor’s presence was more than enough to amaze the easily excitable souls of her schoolmates. After pocketing the device, she allowed her eyes to feast on the view. The laser of death had left countless motionless metal husks and thousands of orphans in its wake, each destroyed ship briefly glanced over by her. A surreal thing to see. A big flash of light and then nothing. Silence and death. Very similar to Holomovies and yet completely different.

A cock of an eyebrow and her attention snapped to the small-statured brunette by her side. Wordlessly following the direction indicated by her finger, little Funami peered at another image of agony. The pitiful ship resembled a dying animal in deathly throes. She supposed the same went for the crew, kicking and screaming before the inevitable claimed their lives. That was probably the difference between reality and Holoflicks. The human factor. People rarely managed to maintain boundless calm when faced with inevitable death.

“A terrible tragedy for the families,” Funami replied with feigned pity in her voice. It was all a big fat lie. The apparent sadness dripping from her every word never reached the girl's violet eyes, where treachery hid behind a veil of caution. “These things happen though. We cannot save everyone.”

She did not know them. Her life went on without being affected in the slightest and she saw no reason to spare them a single tear or thought. Casting her gaze back toward the woman to see their eyes met for the briefest of moments, Funami gave a blink of surprise. She had not expected the woman’s thoughtful scrutiny and suddenly realized she should have put more effort into the act. Quickly averting her eyes and staring into the blackness of space once more, the Sithling went on pretending nothing had happened. It was a little, easily forgettable slip none would remember in two minutes, yet a surge of anger went through her system for allowing herself to be caught. Then she turned to face her new best friend again, hoping all forgotten.

Funami concealed a grimace upon learning of the possibility of her telekinesis being stolen. Just a few hours earlier she believed herself ready to tackle the task and emerge stronger. But now? Now she hoped the others strong enough to win even without her psychokinetic abilities. That wasn’t to say Funami had decided to avoid the conflict; she just saw everyone else a better candidate to die than her. Whenever her life was at stake, others turned into meat shields, for the greater good and all that. A nod of her head and the Atrisian spoke.

“I-I suppose?” she stuttered with a deliberate twinge of nervousness. “Um, that’s the way Sith grow in power, right? Through conflict? I guess there’s no avoiding it? All right, let’s take a shuttle. But you’re gonna protect me, right? There was no armor to, uh, fit my size.”

Which was completely true and presented one of the rare moments little Funami did not lie in the slightest. The discovery had almost made her reconsider participation in the conflict. A cunning and ambitious little Sithling though, she trusted her wits and psychokinetic prowess to pull through. However bad the conflict, being surrounded by the most powerful beings in the universe almost guaranteed survival.

With the Emperor’s departure a moment later, Funami’s little feet briskly followed after the group. Or ran, rather. For every step they made she took four, another handicap stemming from her size. It mattered little though, just another minor discomfort in life. An impish smile was present on her face during their way to the shuttle and she initiated a conversation with her newfound ally once aboard after taking a seat next to her.

“So~? What’s your specialty?” Funami asked in a singsong voice, eyes shining with excitement. “Do you fry people with pyrokinesis? Turn them into zombies? Eat their souls? Atomize their bodies? You probably know sooo~ many powers, right?”

Then came the dramatic descent during which Funami used the Force to hold her position and avoid being thrown around as the shuttle deftly dodged enemy fire. The possibility of dying in space like those she had watched a few minutes earlier wormed into her thoughts and continued to pester until everything shook one last time before finally standing still. Funami bit her lip in anticipation, sensing the dark within come to life as the boarding ramp hit the ground. Getting from her seat, she glanced about at her fellow Sith. They radiated confidence and the girl supposed she, too, put on the same mask to hide the growing agitation within. How else to act around the Emperor? Sith despised weakness. Before she could explode out of the shuttle and finally let her telekinetic arms free, the tall yellow-haired companion of the Emperor bravely put himself in the line of fire for her. A most touching sight, enough to conjure a small smile as she lifted her head toward the giant. If her bright-eyed innocence was enough to make even Sith ready to lay down their lives for her, she had nothing to worry about.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Constantinius Zambrano"] | [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]​

 

[Vaulkhar]

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An acrid scent gripped the air as Vaulkhar paced behind his father. Smoke surged around them, choking the young halfbreed as his eyes burned from the exposure. The duo marched towards their destination mostly unhindered. Word reached Darth Vornskr of an impending attack of this very facility at the hands of the Jedi. This was more than enough for the wicked Sith Lord to position himself in their path. Murdering Jedi had long been a hobby for the man, one he hoped his bastard son would inherit. Vaulkhar was certainly different from his father, to say the least. He had no desire for such an act, yet there he was beside the man. The only desire that burned within him was to prove himself a proper Zambrano in both blood and battle. An opportunity had risen, one he had no intention of passing up. Screams echoed from deeper in the facility has explosions bombarded the garrison brought with them. Jedi swarmed inside, a squadron of troopers behind them. Darkness blanketed them as Darth Vornskr's aura fell upon the room. The Jedi looked up slowly, their gaze falling upon the Sith Lord. Time slowed immensely before the first of the Jed launched themselves towards the duo. Vaulkhar's blade ignited and he roared at their attackers before he and his father met them blow for blow...

Location: Crestfallen II
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore
Objective: Keep Old Man Zambrano alive.

A low growl, barely audible above the sound of booted feet, escaped Vaulkhar. His hands balled up into fists as a momentarily lapse in control allowed his anger to burst from within him. Memories of war were seared into his brain and he hated it. He hated every step he took closer to battle. He hated the excitement and enjoyment worn by so many around him as they marched off towards what may very well be their death. What he hated most was his own hypocrisy. So many would not return home, yet this day will be celebrated for years to come as the crushing of Mandalore. In the future, if he lives that long, he too will celebrate. He'll fondly recall the memories of war as he slips deeper into the clutches of the Dark Side. Once upon a time he had an out. He could have walked away, but its too late for the bastard son of Kaine Zambrano.

And Vaulkhar knew it.

Much like a droid he stiffly marched after the emperor. His hands fell to his side, inches from his lightsaber hilt. The Behemoth's hangar was awe inspiring in size alone, not even incorporating the plethora of war machines it held. His gaze swept over the hangar once more as he boarded the Crestfallen II. Many crowded in after the emperor. Anticipation swelled as the seconds ticked by. Battle would soon be upon them all.

Surprise once more took Vaulkhar as his elder brother spoke. In the moments before this epic confrontation upon the galactic stage, the elder of the two sons asked about his mother. The conversation was casual enough it could've easily passed for words shared over dinner. Vaulkhar tilted his head and studied his massive brother. If a helmet did not obscure his face, the perplexed expression would read loud in clear. Instead, a glowing orange visor maintained contact for several long seconds before Vaulkhar straightened and returned his attention elsewhere once more.

The ship shook, rocking back back and forth from the barrage it and many other vessels received outside. Vaulkhar's hand swiftly reached out to grip a handrail for support. The battle already raged below them. Explosions could be both seen and heard from above as they neared the surface. Thousands of his father's finest had already landed and surged towards the bio-dome. Vaulkhar held much respect for these warriors. He had witnessed their training first hand, even joining them at times in the past. He knew the atrocities that could be wrought at the hands of each and every one of the Blackblade Guardsmen. A shiver shot down his spine as the grip of death tightened on Sundari. He could damn near see the dark side wrapping around the bio-dome to entrap it and its inhabitants.

As the ship set down and the ramp began to open, Vaulkhar gripped his lightsaber hilt.

"It's time."

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Constantinius Zambrano"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] ​

 

[Darth Bellum]

https://soundcloud.com/manan-patel-216997143/twilight-of-the-gods-fire-emblem-echoes

K O R _ V E X E N

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Location | Planetfall, Sundari Outskirts
Objective | Curtain Call - Occupy Sundari
TSE and Irate Mandalorians | Allies
The UCM | Adversaries

The time of judgement had finally arrived as the Behemoth fired upon the planetary shield that covered Mandalore, the signal for attack and the Sith's betrayal of the Mandalorians to proceed. The Mandalorian fleets around the planet would likely have their hands full dealing with the rest of the Armada as Gehenna moved into position. With a hole breached in the shield the order was soon given for ground forces to begin moving to deploy as the Gehenna invasion fleet began to press forward. Starfighters and transports would begin to deploy from their hulls like angry swarms of insects, hundreds of craft laden with all manner of troops, vehicles and other equipment need to take the capital city breaching the atmosphere after having bypassed the planetary shield with a large hole through it as a result of the Behemoth's attack.

Vexen would have since then long vacated the bridge of The Baal, having made his way to the hangar as he made for his personal transport. It would soon come time for the Mandalorians to realize the severity of their current situation. The armored Sith General would board his transport, followed by members of his Red Legion. The transport would take off and make for the ground, accompanied by the swarm of starfighter escorts and transports for the invasion force.

They came like a tide of fury and wrath, descending upon Mandalore's surface and splitting off towards a number of key targets. The sky was darkened by the sheer number of aircraft descending. The domed city of Sundari would be under Imperial occupation or in flames. It mattered little to Vexen which fate would fall upon the Mandalorian's capital city, only the end result. The domed city would be well defended, but there was nothing that Vexen would not be ready for once the siege began. He would see that dome fall and throw wide the gates to chaos and death. Transports would begin to make landfall on the outskirts as a staging area was being prepared, setting up shield generators, anti aircraft batteries and siege weapons, preparing to soften any defenses that might be prepared outside the dome while preparing to open up the city for the rest of the ground forces.

A subtle rumbling could be felt beneath the sands as the staging grounds was set up, though none of the Sith Forces present seemed to pay it any mind, there was already numerous walkers, vehicles and siege weapons being moved into position. The Lord General of the Sith Imperial Legion would step out onto the harsh desert that surrounded Sundari, his imposing visage towering over all his troops as he observed the city from a distance. Operation Pitfall was already underway to pave the way towards taking the city as well as making the invasion force's advance much easier to take Sundari. It would take some time, but it would be adequate enough for Vexen to survey Sundari's defenses and simply pick it apart and dismantle them with little difficulty. There were few things in the Mandalorian's arsenal that he would not be prepared to deal with as they came.

Vexen made his way to the makeshift theater of war, a holotable having been set up in the command tent that began to stream data on assets as they became available on the field. What vain move would the enemy attempt in response to the Sith's presence on the surface outside their capital, and would their resources be diverted to or away from other key targets that the Sith had made points of interest in their attack across the planet? The sounds of artillery barrage would soon be heard as they began to hammer away at the exterior of the dome and whatever defensive forces would be positioned there to defend.

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[Alkor Centaris]

In the moments before planetfall...​

Surrounded only by his thoughts and the low-lighting of the dropship, Alkor had been largely isolated from most of the Sith host. A handful of Stormtroopers, a slicer for emergencies, but no siege troops or specialized units to help press an assault. They were divided up between the Imperials and placed strategically where they would be the most useful. Alkor had knowledge of Sundari. Dated knowledge, perhaps, but in this venture he would be able to do the most with the smallest numbers.

They were not tactical advantages or thoughts of superiority that danced through his thoughts, however. He remembered. He remembered, because once, he had been one of them. He had been proud to call himself Mandalorian. When that had changed, he found himself once more without purpose.

Faces, voices, disjointed scenes of where everything had begun to crack. People who had earned the death that the Sith had brought to Mandalore, the Mother who would once again bleed for their arrogance. For their weakness. For their lack of honor.

Chief among them was the Mand'alor who had led them astray.

Her Wue'gi'vode, who watched as they stagnated and did nothing. Who said nothing. Perhaps worse than the leader were those who never made the challenge. Alkor, too, could wear that mask. He could call himself just as much a failure to this broken, battered world.

But none of that mattered. Not now. Alkor stepped from the dropship under covering fire from the myriad forces that swarmed in the skies above. Others descended as well, all of them converging on the same prize.

The Invincible City, Sundari.

The City that would, for the first time ever, fall this day.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Survival

Her young son stood outside the home they had rented for the last few months as Arla tried to negotiate for supplies. He pointed towards the skies, "Buir..what's that?"

Arla felt something cold touch her skin she wasn't force sensitive but somehow everyone recognized invasion. "We have to get off planet. I need to get you back home."

Avrum swallowed hard he was seven years old and for the first time in his life he heard a new sound in his mother's voice. That edge more than urgency but it was a hint of fear. Arla was not fool enough not to have fear but it would give the edge in things she would need to do. "I'll take you to the hospital or medic stations something they'll have ship to get you off."

She hoped. First though, she needed her armor.

Avrum watched in an odd way he was fascinated he wanted to see more of it to know who it was, and what they were doing. He could take a quick look..right..? He found himself drawn.

"DON'T YOU DARE" came the words he turned there were others gathering looking up the warning coming from a man he only knew as The Gimp. Not flattering in any way but he was seven and nick names were easily earned.

 

[Vash Windrider]

Sundari
Post 2
Tags:[member="Darth Ophidia"] , [member="Kaine Australis"]

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Vash's Phasma disembarked from the main attack fleet and engaged cloak. Slowly descending to the planet along with the others as the powerful super laser attack caused the shuttle to tremble as is past. Before punching several gaps in the planetary defense screen. Like that of Darth Ophidia, his ship would pass through one of the gaps. Falling to the surface like a leaf.

The shuttle came to a hover just outside the doom of the city and lowered it's ramp to allow Vash and the others off. Like the Queen of Shadows the three assassin activated their cloaking devices as they stepped off the craft. Then the Phasma broke away to enter a holding pattern with the others until it was needed for evacuation.

While the others went high and made for the palace. Vash and his fellows went low. Using stolen plans, they would venture up the city's water system and head to the main communication's relay tower. His sabers in hand but yet to be ignited, Vash would take the lead. The tunnels just large enough to fit them in single file. The force feeding their movement, the assassins would make the edge of the communications hub nearly the same time as the others made the palace.

Vash emerged from the tunnels just outside the Com station. The stealth system of his Nightseer armor is active. The human assassin would reach out with the force to sense for any near by forces. As he suspected, the bulk of the defenses were at the palace. The likely target of for the rest of the Empire. But from what Vash could tell next to nothing was stationed at the communication station.

"Split up, the tower and array are the primary objective. Everything else is collateral."

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Objective: Find a Sith, Punch a Sith, Preferably a Zambrano
• Location: Concord Dawn
• Allies: UCM+friends
• Enemies: TSE+friends
• Tags: [member="Marina DeVoe"] :|: [member="Mig Gred"] :|: [member="Quintus Cadera"] :|: [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] :|: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
• Relevant Equipment: Lightsabers and Family blaster (in bio), 2 Thermal Detonators

Impulse control had never been a personal strong suit for Darlyn, nor was spirituality come to think of it. Probably happened to be correlated, but that was something almost irrelevant to the current situation the young President found himself. He'd heard stories about the Mando'ade'jetii from his clansmen, between paperwork and trade deals and public appearances, and they were a curious thing to him. He'd finally found time to have Assistant Jim pretend to be him again, and head off to find this Clan Gred and their mouthful of a group name, to learn more... perhaps find one of those two qualities in him so lacking. He was unaware of the assault to come, which made it fortunate that he had worn his Beskar'gam, the armor of Mand'alor the Ultimate from so long ago, as a gesture of kinship with the world he had come to. Barely any time after he'd stepped off, he felt the same feeling both Mig and TAozi had felt, the shifting of the Force. Something was off, something was wrong. He had tried to ignore it, and move in deeper to the city.

Yet he heard soon after (from the surprised responses from nearby Mandos) what was going on, the arrival of Sith. The force sensitives nearest to him flinched from him, as his emotions flared intensely from the news. The Sith had come again to hurt people he cared about, on what should very well be his second home. Both the dark hatred and bright love and concern covered him like a tumultuous storm, as the man made sure his helmet was secured to his head. The last time, he had sat, he had waited, and the Sith had hurt his planet irreparably. This time he would find them, he would hurt them before they hurt anyone else. There was not a force in this world or any other he would let stop him from doing what he needed to do. He would avenge Munto City.

He'd be sure to send them a fruit basket to thank them for the opportunity.

He commandeered a speeder bike from one of the clan Gred members, after a short exchange, and secured his weapons. All three of his lightsabers, his personal blaster pistol, and a pair of thermal detonators. He wish he had known this would be a warzone, he would have brought more with him. Alas this would have to do, he mused as he blasted off on the bike, his crimson cape violently flapping in the air behind him as he moved across the city with ease. His first objective was to find one of the Alors, Either Clan Gred or one of the others who may be visiting, and confirm the plan for defenses before making a challenge to the Sith known. Eventually he found his way to what seemed to be the evacuation point for civilians, and slowed to a halt not far from a pink haired woman carrying a child. Doctor's coat, probably a local or part of the group that had delivered the supplies he noted not far away.

"Ma'am I would suggest joining the rest on board the ship. Whatever evacuation attempts are made we need to work quickly before the scum above can establish a complete blockade around the planet. Though you wouldn't happen to know where Clan Gred's Alor would be, or any other for that matter, would you? I'm trying to find them for coordination." And partly because he forgot to set his comlink to the proper channels. He'd only heard what was going on by coincidence after all.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Location: Sundari
Allies: UCM + Friends
Enemies: TSE + Friends

War had come to the Mandalorians, war had come to Sundari. The first words out of his mouth were a surprised to the Qer'ak.

"Get Kheir to the nearest shelter. Now!" It had been long since Nicair had raised his voice outside of giving a command or in a situation when doing so was necessary to be heard. He was a quiet man by nature with what some considered a calm disposition. If not calm, then contemplative or even morose. There was a fire lit under him that he hadn't felt for some time.

It was the distinct and present opportunity for a death in battle.

It was the distinct and surprising circumstance that he actually had something to lose this time. There was something to his emptiness now, something he hadn't truly felt since his wife.

Was he actually...?

No, it was impossible.

"*Teurit, you and the others are with me. Kheir, get out of here,*" At the resistance of his adoptive son's movement he turned to face the child, "*Do as I say you little lizard!*"

At hearing the change in his father's tone and inflection, the young vong turned away towards those that would aid him to his shelter.

"You, see to it that he's on the soonest transport of planet." This was addressed to whoever was closest.

He wasn't used to having something to lose. Correction, he wasn't used to having something to lose and genuinely care about losing it.

There was a trust put forward on seeing his son's back turn to him. A warrior's mind should be unclouded. There was no room for distractions or worry. He hadn't taken more than a few steps when a vod, slightly older than he stopped him.

"Su'cuy. You're Nicair, right? Alor Australis said we should be looking for you when the kark hits the fan." It didn't take Nicair long to figure out who this individual was, and who they represented.

The 8th, of course he sent the 8th.

Kaine, I'll get you for that when this is over.

"Bring as many as you can. We've got work to do."

He didn't bother waiting for a response, he knew what it would be. The 8th. In a different life he'd have been one of them and been glad for it.

In the past he had forced the streets of Sundari to be instinctual. There were few on the planet who knew them better. He'd move them into defensive positions for ambush and sabotage. The Sociph's preferred method of combat on their desert homeworld. Hiding places were scarce, motions had to be slow. The ability to disappear was a necessity.

He'd wanted to die here. Suicide by criminal. It was only fitting he have a proper death.

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Jor Kvall"] | [member="Taru Cadera"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Skorvek]

Location: Fortifying the Administration building of the Or'indi mines
Objective: Defend the mines from the Sith
Allies: UCM
Enemies: The sith empire (Eventually [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Skorvek brought as much of his arsenal as he can carry and then some, He had the Battlefield fog start pumping spread through out the inner and outer perimeter of the mines to provide maximum coverage, As he had 4 Bral stationed around the sensitive areas of the mine and one especially near the administration and the museum, He had Battlebuddies carrying ysalamiri swarm over every possible inch of th emine providing cover for those who have no natural defense against the force, He had no idea which of the TSE he will face today but he wanted to be prepared as he laid his arsenal down in the room he was in. There was several goals he had in mind for this encounter, Survival, Beat back the sith as long as he can and if its a important head of the giant serpent that is the empire? then thats an added bonus.

He checked his weaponry making sure they were all fully charged and operational as he picked his first weapon of choice being his Devastator Assault cannon, the prime choice in his arsenal due to its lack of needed ammunition while maintaining the heavy firepower it needed for the job. Today was a special day for him and he wished to face them at his full strength so he had the Cure removed from his body and his connection to the force restored, Should the ysalamiri fail he has a fall back plan to go to. The sith have invaded his home...And he will make them see just how stubborn Anubian's will to fight to the very last is. He kept the fog flowing to cover the whole area they had there uses, His mind wondered who would show up at his doorstep if it'd be some standard grunt doing their masters work or if this place will warrant a more prominent Sith higher in the ranks. He could hope that'd be the case it'd give him the challenge he is looking for instead of a bore, But for now he merely set up in the office and had his men take positions around the mine, museum and the building and waited .

 

[Ra Vizsla]

THREE YEARS AGO

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https://soundcloud.com/musickhane/ramin-djawadi-the-night-king-1

Location: Sundari Citadel
Event: The Death of Ra Vizsla Part I: Purge of Mandalore


Duty.


Khor's face soured. They had devoted everything to this man. Their lives. Their hopes. Their dreams.

He promised them everything. Security. Peace.​

Strength.​

Brev's face glistened in the artificial moonlight, standing near the window of the master bedroom of the Sundari Citadel. This bastion of a Mandalorian was somber, silently hiding the streaming tears down his face.



They had fought through nearly a decade of war, of lost friends, family. Suffered worlds. Millions of people, ostracized from their homes or carrion in the fields of those damned by the Mandalorians. It felt just at the time. It felt right. They had been so terribly wronged, the Galaxy had been so terribly wronged. A long came this man, this giant, this lightning rod for the Manda. Through the Galaxy, his words, his spear, struck like a blazing inferno - a historical wildfire, upsetting the corrupted nature of the Galaxy.

They thought this had been bigger than them, than just Manda'yaim.

Bigger than all of them.




Now, after a civil war, he brought them... evil.

They were rounding up their own kind, just beyond the stained glass windows of the Citadel. Opponents of the throne, labeled as a sickness. Brothers, sisters, burned at the pyre.

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"He's not our Mand'alor anymore, vod,"​

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"He is someone else's."​

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TODAY

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Mandalore remembers.​

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Ra looked up. The artificial light of Sundari was beautiful inside the dome. It cascaded down deep into the pits, even the Underworld, and further still until the Shelter below.

He looked down at his hands.

The fate of the world, of his people.

Memories, like a maelstrom of the past, overwhelmed him for a brief second.

We remember.​

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Vizsla gripped an onyx short sword in his hand, and thrust it into the ground beneath him.​

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"Come forth from the abyss, spirit.​

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Mandalore would have your allegiance.​

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Fight for me, and regain your honor."​

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SILENCE.​

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"Come FORTH, spirits of the damned.​

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Fight for me, and regain your honor."​

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Silence.​

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Ra's red visor glimmered in the sunlight. Nothing.​

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He turned his back to leave, and suddenly, a soft gust of air...​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Mandalore - Touching down at Sundari
Objective: Valkyrie it up in Sundari
Gear: Twin lightsabers, Valkyrie Founder's Armor
Allies: TSE - [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: UCM - To be seen

The shuttle neared planetside.

Then, a burning sensation overwhelmed Avacyn. As if a part of her very being was forcibly ripped out of her flesh. Her eyes went wide, her vision blurred. The agony was unbearable. Something flashed before her eyes, but even though she couldn't make out what it was, that which it entailed couldn't be any clearer. She wanted to scream.

"Ishana-"

The feeling as though she was about to vomit cut her off. Everything around her felt like it was crumbling, falling apart. A familiar voice flashed through her mind.

"Habibi."

This wasn't real.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you."

Then, everything went silent. Tears welled up in her eyes and began rolling down her cheeks. She stared blankly in front of her. Nothing anyone could do would cause a reaction from her. Slowly, the tears stopped coming. Slowly, her eyes began burning brighter and brighter with the Dark side. Her aura was ablaze in a way none had ever witnessed before. Yet, only when the shuttle touched down on the surface did Avacyn finally come out of her stasis-like state. She stood up. She turned towards the boarding ramp, which had already begun to lower. Her composure seemed calm on the surface, her voice did not sound much different.

"Every last Mandolorian I come across is dead. I will make every single one of them suffer."

Beneath that mask of calm, hid pure, unbridled rage and hatred.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_jXYL-hIuk​

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: Concord Dawn, outside ArmaTech City
Objective: Conquer or destroy.
TSE: [member="Sith Muse"] [member="Darth Rage"] [member="Ravik Munin"] [member="Anden Fancelo"] [member="Hakai Shizukana"]
UCM: @Taozi Fuyan [member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Quintus Cadera"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]

As the ships in orbit battled, the Sith-Imperial shuttles touched down upon Concord Dawn. A legion of troops and equipment spilled forth from the crafts, and from the one that had held Darth Vornskr the Second herself came a piercing shriek. A pair of claws grabbed either side of the open bay as a serpentine head swung out. Its immense body followed, black wings spreading to cast shadow upon the grassy ground. On its back sat the black-plated shape of their commander, silver pike in hand. Red crownguard flanked the reveal of the fellbeast on either side, all holding their own respective pikes.

The graug horde gathering around her cheered and beat their chests and roared. Armoured legionnaires of different species, united under one Empire, shouted and chanted while the machines of war spread out. Gigantic walkers were released upon the planet, setting the ground to thunder and quiver beneath their feet.

The Princess of Dromund Kaas hoisted her spear up into the air, one red blade and two similar prongs bursting to life like a beacon. It was greeted with a collective cheer from her troops. Even so, the annunciators of her helmet let her voice ring out clear:

“Nyashjontû Wo” and they responded “Imperius! Imperius!”

The chant echoed back in waves with blasters being hoisted into the air. The fellbeast joined the choir with a shriek of its own as it spread its wings and flapped them in priming for flight. Some of the troops looked on with awe, others took it as a sign that the invasion was unleashed.

With four beats of its wings, the fellbeast took to the skies, rising higher and higher like the dread hand. Beneath, batallions of the Sith-Imperial walkers moved to encircle ArmaTech City. Artillery walkers spread and embanked themselves at a distance from which they could bombard the city and defend the Legion from air strikes, mobile rocket artillery protected the embankments themselves.

The front line of walkers was a mixture of large transports, every third of which was marked with a red, jagged mark, it was joined by harbingers and quick AT-OTs while skirmishes of legionnaires on speederbikes scouted around the city ahead of the battlelines. Last came a line of Claymores and HAVts, and transports ferrying both legionnaire and graug.

Joycelyn hovered above, the crownguard watching from below on their own transports. She could see Corporate City bustling in response to the attack like a hive of insects. Some running for their lives, some arming themselves to fight.

In the distance she saw fire and destruction arise as a result of the war in the skies. The city was still untouched, but that would change if they did not surrender to her will. The legion broadcasted a pre-recorded message to the city.

“Citizens of ArmaTech City, Mandalore is falling! The Silver Jedi Order are pressing in and your saviors are absent. Save yourselves from the fire and surrender to me, and I promise you protection.” “Should you refuse, then we have no choice but to bring the full wrath of the Sith Empire down upon you.” "Decide, time is short."

 

[Quell Rook]

Location: Concord's Belt
Allies: UCM, [member="Mig Gred"], [member="Marina DeVoe"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Sith Muse"], [member="Irilius Tiam"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Equipment: Skyriver Beskar'gam, Besh Firefists, WESTAR-34, Beskad, Tehk'la Blade

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Flickering light from the lumen candle at his desk sent shadows dancing across the luxuriously furnished captain's chambers. Primitive Tof inertial dampening systems struggled to compensate for the solar winds buffeting their sails, a vibration which rippled out all over the ship and produced an effect similar to bobbing up and down on a planetary sea. Quell had long ago adjusted to this as well as dozens of idiosyncrasies that marked his Dar'tome brothers under the black as a truly divergent culture. Now it comforted him, and his quill tip danced nimbly over thick vellum parchment.

Firefist was not so backwards a galaxy that they lacked even basic datapads, that was a personal affectation. There was an almost primal nature to the tactile sensation placing pen to paper offered, like so much of life in the outer reaches it made him feel closer to his ancestors. No grand stratagem had shielded them from notice when the Sith warfleet first arrived, Concord Dawn's asteroid field was a wretched hive of scum and villainy for a reason. Electromagnetic interference wreaked havoc with sensors, and so it was an ideal hiding place. It was the hand of fate.

Captain Rook's writing grew more frantic. He surrendered himself to the page, letting go of all conscious thought and allowing the words to flow unbidden. These were old ways. Ancient teachings passed on through the clan. Others might see it as superstition, but there was power in this verse beyond mortal ken and more ways to tap into its currents than the fundamentalist doctrines of the jetii and dar'jetii. Nearby on his writing desk, the lumen flame guttered once more. A knock on his cabin door sent the pirate's quill scratching to a halt.

"Come."

"Something you should see," was all his quartermaster had to say. Quell nodded, and with a scowl the grizzled Tof warrior stormed out.

His cousins did not understand. They couldn't. To the Dar'tome, their wayward kin who raided distant Firefist, Manda'yaim had long ceased to hold any special meaning. They were millennia removed from the internecine clan politics of the homeworld. For Clan Rook...for their alor'ad who could trace his place of birth to this very spot, it was not so simple. Before he rose to join Pharos on the quarterdeck Quell rifled through his papers. It began as nonsense, as was only natural, but eventually the writing coalesced until for the last several pages his distinctive scrawl simply repeated over and over a single phrase.

The Wolf King Rises.

Furious gusts of air drove this strange omen from his mind when he stepped out above decks. The Gambit's magnetic shielding provided a breathable atmosphere, but this deep in the asteroid field it was constantly being bombarded by stray particles. Technology vaporized anything large enough to cause any damage. Still, all that kinetic energy still had to go somewhere and so for as long as they remained the quarterdeck would continue be assailed by these strong 'winds' and condensation as if the ship was enduring inclement weather.

"Spinward of us," Pharos pressed the spyglass into his hands.

Quell swung it around and focused in, locating his target with practiced ease. He winced at the sight of gravity distortions but years of self-discipline suppressed an instinctual urge to look away. His pulse sprang to life, for the pirate captain could feel the thrill of battle close at hand. To many the inhabitants of Concord's Belt were Mando'ade in name only, what else could one call outlaws and vagabonds on the very threshold of power? Captain Rook passed the spyglass back to his quartermaster.

"It's time," he said.

"Are you sure?" Rook's Tof second pressed.

Fight for me, the thought came unbidden, and regain your honor.

"Beat to quarters, Mister Pharos."

To his credit the Tof barely hesitated before boisterously carrying out his supreme's command. Rook ignored the gangs of work crews scrambling around him to make ready for a departure into battle. Ascending to the frigate's aft deck he glanced over an array of deceptively advanced navigational devices which surrounded the ship's helm. Guiding her through the void was accomplished through a series of interlocking wheel mechanisms, Tof navigation took years to master.

Accessing the nearby comms panel and punching in an open broadcast himself, Quell held the wired speaker up to his lips.

"I'm no one," he began, "From nowhere. Belonging to nothing. I'm a wretch like you. I won't kneel to the Infernal so they call me exile. I won't kneel to the dar'jetii king so they call me brother. I care not. I know the worth of my blade, do you?"

Rook's Gambit rose up out of Concord Dawn's asteroid field and flashed to life on sensors when its main sublight drives thrummed online. Behind the lone Tof frigate, a ragtag armada of Mandalorian pirates and smugglers emerged from the mists in a frenzy of engine flares. There was little sophistication to their blind charge. For many it would prove to be suicidal. Quell was not bothered by this sacrifice, they all sought a warrior's death.

Captain's Log
Rook's Gambit
Total Length: 290 meters
Actions:

• Emerges from asteroid field in orbit of Concord Down along with an armada of NPC lowlifes (fluff).
• Advances on Sith Imperial flank.