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

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Location: The Deep Black Sea, somewhere near Zanbar
Allies: Wayward Souls in Beskar'gam
Enemies: Everything Else
Objective: Yeet
Post: 03

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0_N0SmEGwI

Bit by bit, broken telemetry filtered through the void and made its way to the screen upon which Olivia's gaze was fixed. It wasn't anything close to the level of detail she remembered the array of outposts providing in the past... But it was still more than she had been expecting. Apparently, whoever had taken over the Mandalorian Territories in Clan Dem'adas' absence hadn't bothered to go looking through asteroid belts and debris fields for the remains of those that came before.

"It looks like two forces came from rim-ward." Said the sensor officer as he and the computer both tried to make sense of the data. Olivia stood over the man, eyes glued to the same screen as he spoke. "One went to Mandalore, the other went to... Concord Dawn." He elaborated, pointing at different graphical displays as he spoke. If Olivia was reading those same displays correctly, they were showing activity spikes from specific outposts as they corresponded to one another after adjusting for time delays due to distance.
"What are we going to do, mam? Should we divide our forces and strike both locations?" Asked Kiela as she also peered over the operator's shoulder to get a better look at the screen and the data he and the computer were compiling.

"That's..." Olivia began, pausing as she tried to find the right words. That move had been her first instinct as well, but something about splitting her forces in half wasn't sitting right with her. "Do we have any active telemetry from those systems?" Olivia asked the sensor operator, recalling that the old Type 3 Keldabe Battleships had once been able to access active sensor data from anywhere within the Territories in real-time.

"No, mam. It looks like only a few outposts are functional, and those are barely functioning at all. We're mainly just getting hyperspace activity logs." The operator explained.

"Can we determine what sort of force went to either planet?" Olivia asked, hoping that the man would have some sort of update that would make the choice she faced easier.

"I... We don't have accurate enough scans for that, mam." The young man said as his eyes danced over the lines, graphs, and numbers displayed before him. "But I can say for sure that the force that hit Mandalore is much larger than the other."

"That settles it then." Olivia said, reassured that her instincts were steering her in the right direction and confident that fate was guiding her in the direction that the Manda, and her earlier vision, demanded of her. "Concord Dawn will have to fend for itself. We move on Mandalore." She ordered.
"Mam." Kiela interjected, apprehension obvious on the pale, lean woman's face.. "I don't... Permission to take a ship, mam. Just one ship, to reinforce this Dawn planet."

For a long moment, Olivia was silent. She simply stared down the woman who had just, and blatantly, refused to comply with her orders. "You can have three." Olivia said at last. As much as she wanted to condemn the woman, she couldn't bring herself to do so. She hated the idea of abandoning Mando'ade to their troubles, even when the larger strategic picture demanded it of her. And while she desperately wanted to throw everything she had into defending the Homeland of her people, she couldn't condemn the bravery of a woman willing to face down an unknown enemy, alone, on the off chance that they'd be able to save their Mando'ade cousins. Not to mention showing the courage and resolve to face down her Alor just to get the weapons she'd need to tackle the task. "Take two of the Alor'ad and the Alor'uus scout." Olivia said with a nod of respect to the younger woman.

The Nagai woman looked shocked for a moment, then thrilled, and finally somber. "Thank you mam, we'll give them hell." She said before nodding to Olivia, turning on her heels, and jogging from the bridge and towards the hangar bays.

Olivia returned the nod of respect and watched the women as she left. For a few moments, as she watched the woman leave her, Olivia stood silent as the weight of her choices tugged at her heart

Olivia stood silent for a few moments as she watched the woman leave, the weight of her decisions tugging at her heart. With Manda'yaim on the line, Olivia hated having so little information to base her decisions on. "Plot a course for Mandalore." Olivia said at last. "The computer should still know these hyperlanes. Get us as close to the planet as the computer will allow."

<This is fate.> Olivia thought, trying to reassure herself that she wasn't throwing her people into a meaningless battle where they would risk their lives over nothing more than an aging woman's sentiment. <Fate.> She thought as the Morut be the Kyr'bes and the core of the Besh Mandalorian expeditionary fleet slipped into hyperspace.

 

[Hakai Shizukana]

戦争​

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死は私たちすべてにやってくる​

"Death comes to us all."​

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Locale: Concord Dawn, Mandalore Sector
Intent: Pillage, Loot, Destroy, Kill​

Cohort: The Sith Empire | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Rage"]
Adversaries: United Clans of Mandalore | [member="Mig Gred"]​

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As the Oni swooped in above, its lifesign detector began to light up. *So it isn't abandoned yet.* mused Hakai. Guiding the vessel closer and closer he identified what appeared to be a large courtyard within the outer perimeter, a landing site that would have been perfect for a smaller ship. It wasn't ideal, but the Oni would need to land at the outskirts of the cluster of buildings and work their way towards what in likelihood the primary home structure. Unlike many of the Sith now blasting their way through the Clan's planetary defenses, Hakai was far more surgical in his methods. He could have easily strafed the grounds, in fact it may have been strategically the most logical decision but he witheld.

In a rather clumsy attempt to land, Hakai guided the vessel towards a small level piece of land adjacent to the grounds. With a flare of engine power dust and dirt flew up all around the Oni, obscuring it from view for but a moment as the whine of engines began to decrescendo. Hakai had been prepared, his weapons strapped tightly to his belt, armor carefully put in place. Before the boarding ramp even hit the ground his feet were already carrying him forward. Flanked on either side by two pairs of his Retainers, Hakai cast a wide shadow in his armor. A hideous mask hid his features, a cocksure gait driving him in a straight line towards where the largest concentration of lifesigns had been. Where the assumed evacuation ships had been. Though his retainers carried blaster weapons, they remained holstered, instead each grasped an electrostaff.

It was a strange moment in time, more similar to an arriving dignitary than a band of raiders or assault force - an appearance that had the potential to catch the defenders off guard, though what their goal was remained yet little more than conjecture. Cutting a straight route towards the lifesigns displayed in his helmet, a twitch drew the corner of his lips up in a slanted grin behind the caricature of his faceplate. Stepping into the open courtyard he'd surveyed from above, his voice broke through the quiet bustle of the evacuation operations.

"Who claims this hearth?"
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[The End Narrator]

Location: Sundari


Allies: ????


Enemies: ????


Objective: Sabotage, and Move out.


Equipment: In Signature.



Mira shoved the technician off the console, as the various gauges and readouts went berserk, she would produce a micro-disk from her belt, inserting the disk into the port – the program embedded into the disk would begin to work on the system, attempting to route this or divert that. The technician she removed from his seat began to stammer and protest as Mira worked ferociously on the console, ignoring him outright.



“HEY!” He gulped as he touched her shoulder. “You can’t do that, it’ll cause a system failure!” And Mira would say nothing, instead giving a nod to a man on her left. Said man produced a blaster, and summarily executed the technician standing beside her. Mira turned back to her work as the body collapsed lifelessly to the floor. The other technicians began to get uneasy, shifting in their seats or whispering to each other.



With a soft grunt, she rose from her chair as the program continued to work in the background, diverting resources from areas, and changing out frequency codes – among other dirty deeds. Mira sighed, stepping back to look upon the corpse behind her chair. The look of horror stuck on his face as he realized what she was doing but it was all too late. Mira knelt down and touched his chin, closing the gaping mouth as best as one could on a corpse. Her armored hand would run over his eyes, forcing them shut as she rose up. Carelessly, she looked around the room at each technician and person present before speaking in a low, lethal tone.



“Cur cuun aliit...” And her hand would raise, fingers touching together and with a snap – chaos ensued.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: Sundari
Location: Landing in the inner city
Allies: TSE & Allies
Enemies: UCM | [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | Pouch of Vita Stones
Post: Three

She was rarely a woman of many questions. Most of the questions she did have tended to be in the realm of why can't I get recognition for all the missions I do? or why can't I be loved? Or the timeless, why the heck do people love bread so much, it's dry sponge! But for instance, in cases in which is severely mattered, in which the question anyone rightin their mind would have bothered to ask uhhh dude, where is this drop pod going? Are we headed into the city? Out of it? Am I in the right place? What is the meaning of life?, Scherezade remained quiet. Almost suspiciously so.

Moments later, she found herself in a drop pod built for one. So far so good. This was still part of how things usually went down. Soon enough, she knew it'd shoot, other drop pods would go kaboom, she'd land, and everything would be just peachy. One final time did she pat her body down to make sure all her weapons were in place before strapping in.

And offffffffffff she went.

Looking through the tiny window, she could see other pods descending down upon the planet. The Sith were rolling onto Mandalore like foam upon the waves, like that weird layer on top of cooling cream, like mold on your boyfriend's socks from last winter which he forgot on the radiator where they remained nice and moist until now.

A wise man once said that anything that might go wrong, would go wrong. Sometimes, this was truer than anything else. For instance, like right now.

Scherezade had no idea that the Mandalorians were already shooting from the ground. Where the dome had stood earlier now were pockets of remains of it, and large tubes shot skywards like an angry porcupine. Of course, she couldn't see them – just the damage they havocked, sometimes successfully. She wanted to say that this was a refreshing new thing she was facing, but alas, this too was part of how it always went. Perhaps, she hoped, once she touched ground, things would get more interesting for the Sithling.

But what she hadn't expected, as this specific part, had never happened before.

Her drop pod got hit.

Of course, being the PC that Scherezade is, that within its own was not a fatal hit. It wasn't a direct hit, even. But one of the missiles had come close, too close, for comfort, and knocked her pod out of its straight down plan, causing it to spin at a terrifying speed while breaking atmo'.

Scherezade let out a string of curses in various languages that could make a sailor deeply blush.

There was no control that she could grasp here, absolutely nothing to lean on to at least get the stupid thing to stabilize itself. She wished her sister was there; her sister could control the element of Air and would at least know how to somehow help. Scherezade… Scherezade's element was the Earth, and she didn't fancy sending up an Earth Fist to punch the pod and let it land Force knows where and how.


Closing her eyes, she wished for the spinning to stop, but wishes were fishes or something like that and sometimes they came in blue and green. With more effort than she cared to admit, she managed to unstrap herself and kick the door open.

Doing an atmo' dive would surely be better than crashing in a pod? Besides, she was already past atmo' and on the planet itself. Funny how those things worked.

Taking a deep breath, Scherezade took the leap, and jumped.

When she opened her eyes, it took her a few minutes to realize she wasn't in Kansas anymore. She was lying mostly flat on a road that for the moment was empty, with buildings all around her. String at the sky, she saw… A shield? A tattered shield? No… The dome!

Wait, what?

Sitting up, she groaned. Nothing broken. Whatever it was she'd done, she'd done a damn good job of it. Mostly bruises, but nothing she detected that was broken or injured. With a grunt, she rose to her feet and looked around, only no realizing that her drop pod was nowhere that she could see. Damn. She hoped those laser thingies had completely destroyed it. It was a bad drop pod that ought to feel very ashamed of itself for not being able to return to course.

But, she sincerely doubted that the Mandalorains had not seen her land. And while the thought of asking them for the records of it so that she could learn what the actual krak it was she'd done was, safety seemed to be more of a priority.

"Pathfinder deWinter checking in, beep beep," she whispered into the comlink as she walked to what she hoped was the nearest covering between two buildings, trying to get her map to load with little luck. "Anyone else in the city? My map won't load and I'm not completely sure where I am, unless a hole in the dome the shape of a llama's butt helps. In that case, I think I'm directly beneath it."

 

[Darth Bellum]

K O R _ V E X E N

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Location | Mandalore, Sundari Outskirts
Objective | Operation Pitfall - Occupy Sundari
TSE and Irate Mandalorians | Allies
The UCM | Adversaries

Vexen continued to monitor the battlefield from the command post that had been established, assets and points of interest being highlighted as well as the enemy's defensive line. Over four dozen pings were moving at a slow pace across the expanse of sand between the Mandalorians and Sith, halfway there. To an outsider it would seem like it would be a slow advance though there was nothing moving yet across the field presently. The Anzati continued to gaze at the holotable as additional Sith forces were making landfall, though Vexen would leave them to whatever Sith commanders may be leading them. He would make do with what he had available to him. It did not need to be a contest of numbers to achieve his objective, and he did not anticipate any foolish thick skulled Mandalorian to do anything to be able to process what would soon follow. Admittedly the Mandalorians had an impressive line of defenses outside their capital - a shame they never properly utilized their military assets in defending any of the numerous territories they lost against their enemies, but rather against the only ones they looked to as allies. But then again, Vexen had been monitoring the battles between the Mandalorians and their enemies in the past with a degree of interest and had come to expect what would soon come.

Several locations across the dome were highlighted for being out in the open as potential missile silos, and as anticipated, several red blips would appear from the Mandalorian's end of the theater as holographic images of missiles were being launched directly up into the sky from them. As expected, the Mandalorians resorted to using their little nuclear devices as Vexen stepped out of the command tent, muttering quietly, " Foolish Mandalorians and their primitive tactics...Predictable... " He would soon activate his comms as he looked to the sky, watching the nuclear missiles streak up, " Harbingers One through Twelve, intercept. " In unison and of one mind, a dozen AW-04 'Harbingers' that had been deployed to lay siege on the city turned, angling their heavy rail cannons to the sky as firing solutions were being calculated. Despite being primarily for besieging ground targets or large starships, the speed of the rail cannons they fired made for adequate anti-ballistic missile defenses due to their mach speed interception. The walkers cannons would charge up before spitting out their payloads at mach speeds, firing on the predictable vertical launch of the missiles as they were about to reach their second launch phase.

This interception was met with near full success as ten of the twelve nukes launched were immediately blasted out of the air and their payloads rendered as a non threat to the Sith forces on the ground. The two remaining nukes however, due to human error were not shot down, the Harbginers responsible for shooting them down firing a moment too soon before the calculated time. Two Sunburn missiles were now in their secondary phase, throttling towards the Sith ground armies. In the skies, a Sith pilot would take notice to the launch of the missiles as the battlenet was scrambling to respond to the incoming threat. One of the missiles was headed directly for the command center and staging area. The pilot would call in his wing commander, " This is Mynock Five to Lead, breaking off to intercept. " A short pause would follow as the lead was thinking over the likelihood of success before he came to the same conclusion that his pilot had, the lead speaking in a grim but firm tone, " Affirmative... Godspeed Mynock Five. " The Sith pilot would peel off in his starfighter on a course to intercept, turning his starfighter around as the missile was streaking past. There was no angle for the pilot to simply tail the missile and shoot it down as he pushed his starfighter to go as fast as it could, pulling up next to the missile as his craft was screaming through the skies to keep up. By this time the Sunburn missiles were rapidly dispensing their neutronium slugs at their targets. Little time was left and there were no further options as the pilot closed his eyes and muttered under his breath, " For the Sith Empire. ". With a quick jerk of the flystick, the pilot would abruptly veer his starfighter into the missile, crashing into it as both exploded in a fiery ball, thus bringing it down to one active Sunburn missile.

At this point there was nothing that could be done to stop the missile, it had achieved maximum velocity and nothing else would be able to intercept it in time. A barrage of neutronium slugs would tear apart the metallic bodies of the Sith Empire's SE-K9 'Fang' Wardroids, reducing scores of the metalloid soldiers to piles of scrap. The last remaining missile would fly straight into the ground, detonating and sending a nuclear wave out, vaporizing all in its path. Half a dozen brigades of droid troops that were meant to be sent out as fodder and the frontline were vaporized in an instant as the wave of force radiated outwards as a mushroom cloud erupted into the sky. Luckily the missile landed in one of the isolated zones exclusive to the droid deployment and the ensuing shockwave did little to significantly impact the other sieging areas surrounding the city. At best, the Mandalorians would be able to save their munitions on Imperial Legionnaires and not be overrun by sheer droid forces that would have been wielding thick shields to stop their incoming fire while inflicting radiation poisoning on the forces that were not immediately vaporized that were close enough.

As Vexen looked to the sky, he could see one of the missiles blow up in a fiery ball, though the neutronium slugs continued to fly at the command post. With cold resolve he would bring his hands together, concentrating and reaching out to the Force before holding his hands out to the sky in order to project an unseen wall, slowly growing in size. Vexen as much as he wished was an absolute force to be reckoned with, was still mortal, and thus was only able to create a protective Force barrier over a gradual period of time rather than immediately. Several neutronium slugs would slip by as they impacted against vehicles and tanks, causing them to explode as well as taking out several columns of Legionnaires. For those slugs he did manage to intercept, they would remain frozen and held in the air as if suspended in time due to Vexen's mastery of Force Stasis. It required a great deal of effort for Vexen to maintain a barrier as large as he did, his fingers curling as he seemed to put in a great deal of effort in rotating the slugs while they were suspended in flight, before dissipating the barrier effectively reversing their trajectory and sending the neutronium slugs flying back at full velocity with an extra Force Push in an arc towards the Mandalorian's defensive lines and the walls of the domed city. Vexen would let out a grunt as he dropped to one knee, a hand pressed into the sand as he was letting out a series of slow, vocoded breaths. Vexen would remember this as he resolved to burn the city down, finally catching his breath as he slowly pushed off the pale sand and rose to his full height. His wrath would be absolute and his opening move would soon arise. The threat would come from where the Mandalorians would least expect it.

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Spoiler

Forgot to add tags - Pepega

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[member="Kaine Australis"] / [member="Darth Carnifex"] / [member="Alkor Centaris"] / [member="Scherezade deWinter"] /[member="Vaulkhar"] / [member="Darth Prazutis"] / [member="Constantinius Zambrano"]

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

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


Telepathy, huh.

Sam’s mastery over the art of reading minds and transferring thoughts seemed beyond dispute. Never before had Funami encountered it in her life, a big unknown to the child. Had Sam used it to peek into her thoughts as well despite assuring no harm? There was no way for the girl to tell. Funami's expression grew pensive. Candy recipes or anything cute in the little devious head of hers hardly mattered. Personal secrets and careful machinations, though? Just the idea of everything being torn straight from her head sent shivers running down her spine. As she jovially skipped out of the shuttle after her valiant defender, the child cast her big purple eyes toward the taller woman beside her and grinned upon hearing the advice. The two had plenty in common from what Funami had gathered so far. It would be most useful to learn more from her in the future.

A hand rose up to cover her mouth and keep the voice down. “I know, fufufu~!” She produced a muffled giggle. “It’s the way of the Sith, after all!”

The giant of a man was so big and strong, completely clad in armor! She was small and weak, sorely lacking any form of protection! Exploiting others and taking advantage of their kindness came naturally to Funami, more so when they made the first move and unwittingly invited disaster. Sith exploited one another, after all, it was all business, nothing personal. And so she made use of the Sith lord’s column-like legs, her feet silently tapping after his heavy thuds.

Just how much did she know?

An accusatory scowl went Sam’s way, though a mischievous grin brightened Funami’s expression immediately. No matter how hard she tried, the young acolyte could not manage an intimidating look. “Sam, I hope you did not read my thoughts back in the shuttle!” Funami playfully scolded. “That’d be cheating, you know? Every Sith needs to have secrets! Though I guess it is my fault for not protecting my thoughts better.”

With a short hop, the Sithling jumped in front of the brunette. Grabby fingers softly grasped at Sam’s sleeve, like an animal begging for attention. Pulling her best puppy-dog eyes, Funami cocked her head and feigned indecisiveness, pouting; the child’s ultimate weapon, capable of breaking anyone’s heart.

“You have undoubtedly learned my name is Funami and I’m a fifth-grader. And since we know each other now, we can be friends, riiight~?” She squeaked and offered Sam a conspiratorial wink.

A look around inspected the scenery. As the putrid wind brushed against the Sithling’s skirt and fluffy hair, and her shoes scraped against the sand beneath, Funami felt her eyes drawn to the gathering of evil forces. Full of black-armored minions and monster-like savages! Creepy, ugly things! But they made for a cool background. A snap of the holorecorder and another historic moment had been turned into a static three-dimensional image, with Funami grinning from ear to ear and posing akimbo for the shot.

 

[Darth Rage]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeBJBiVFX1U[/media]​

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Locale: Concord Dawn, Mandalore Sector, Headed for Armatech City
Intent: Pillage, Loot, Destroy, Kill

Cohort: The Sith Empire | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Hakai Shizukana"]
Adversaries: United Clans of Mandalore

Rage watched as the mother was torn apart by her own undead children. The boy launched himself towards her bosom with a preternatural jump tackling her to the earth. He gnawed at the innards and disemboweled her with sickening wet tears of her skin. Rage watched as the woman lie screaming at her children to stop, begging for them to relent, all the while she reminded them that she loved them in hopes that they might cease their actions. They did not. They consumed her flesh and she died writhing in anguish. The sight brought another of the small smirks to Rage's face and calmed his anger to a minor extent.

The woman, empty of organs, stood from her place on the ground and joined her children in undeath. They moaned as one, distorted cries of horror. They were now closer than they'd ever be in life... Rage thought silently to himself. He looked to the heavens and the storm ceased. Rage closed the book and the nature of the plague mist changed. The rain stopped, but the deadly fog remained. Rage walked forward and began to make his way to Armatech city through black clouds of bile, all the while the roars of the damned echoed from within the plague murk.

As Rage and his acolytes drew ever closer to the city the horde of dead grew. They passed farmstead, one after another, and with each, the black mist that was blackwing consumed them. One soul after another. They fell to the disease in droves, choking on their own bile before succumbing to the sickness entirely. It ate them from the inside out, turning them to hideous hell beast. Converting vaunted warrior, steadfast farmer, loving mother, all who came into contact with it, into the living dead. They tore at one one another and feasted upon the flesh of the weak until the growing rabble became a relentless horde. Rage smiled as his pets roared once more from deep in the fog.

Their cries of sickness was deeply disturbing, but somehow tranquil, even peaceful. In their roars their was a truth. Oneness in mind and body, being apart of a greater whole, a whole that was Rage. He could sense their hunger and had to keep his own in check. So great was the void in the zombie's gluttonous stomach. He had to fight back the urge to join the creatures in the feast. He felt the disease gnawing away at the edge of his mind, seeking to make him one with the whole. But, Rage's will was stronger, he would not succumb to such a plague, not yet at least...

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Sundari, Aboard the Midnight
Accompanied By: Blackblade First Onslaught Corps

A hole.

Through openings in the shield the Midnight cut through the atmosphere escorted by Death Squadron as it scythed through the fire of flak guns that shook their transports, lasers blazing through the skies in retaliation. In the land surrounding the city an blasted, arid wasteland surrounding the domed city. The anti-air fire was intense as fighters detonated in bright plumes of orange explosions. A storm to fight through but through will, and determination they made it through. Alongside the forces of the Sith Emperor came General Marr and the First Onslaught Corps, over a hundred and twenty five thousand troops accompanied by armored divisions landed, depositing the elite legionnaires. Thanks to their newest division in the Bioscience Medical Corps, the Blackblades emerged as fully augmented, cybernetic soldiers superhuman in stature.

A storm of fierce artillery fire and air strikes from sweeping starfighters exploded from their armored regiments exploded as the Blackblades made their slow, grinding march towards the city at large.

In the core of the attacking force was the Shadow Hand himself pushing hard towards the city of Sundari, accompanied by the titanic Crownguard. Accompanied by a battalion of Blackblades they broke off the slow, grinding march and surged forth towards the city, pressing into its defenses where the barrages were fiercest and using that as their opening to press through to the city.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

 

[Valdus Bral]

Location: Sundari Palace Throne Room (start of post), Sundari Outer City (end of post)
Post: 2
Objective: Command the UCM Armor (Tanks, Walkers, etc.) within the Inner & Outer City zones, hold the line.
Macro-scale Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"] , [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Macro-scale Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemies: TSE, Exiled Mandalorians, TSE Allies
Allies: UCM, UCM Allies, Mandalore
Tags: [member="Constantinius Zambrano"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | @Vaulkhar | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] |[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Hush Sarad"] | [member="Mira Rekali"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Vash Windrider"] |[member="Taru Cadera"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]|[member="Jor Kvall"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] |[member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | @Skorvek | @Tehkyram | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5U96k0N38o0​

Inside the Throne Room​

The Alor focused his attention on Kaine Australis and as the Australis Alor offered him command of the Sundari Armor, Valdus gave a single nod. “ I will hold the line for as long as I can. If this is to be our last meeting before Manda, see to it that Mandalore remembers us.” With that Valdus turned, the mechanized joints in his armor whirling and buzzing as the Alor of clan Bral exited along with his contingent of Bral warriors and droids.

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Outside the Palace​

Clan Bral returned to their Beviin transports in the same manner that they had exited them. The engines roared to life as the four transports lifted into the sky, causing the chains to pull taught and lift the titanic cube into the air like a precarious wrecking ball. Valdus passed his clansmen to get to the front of the Beviin. The pilot of the transport lifted a cylindericle device for his Alor to take. Valdus gripped the cylinder and brought it closer to his helmet and spoke into the commlink for the armor. “This is the Alor of clan Bral. As your al’verde (commander) I order half of the T-2 War Droids and all Princeps-class tanks back to the inner city, you will form patrols. Your goal is to hunt any who make it past the front lines. Those piloting the AT-99 Forge Titans and remaining T-2 War Droids to form a dense perimeter between the Outer City and Inner City designated zones. You will be the second line of defense against infantry, aircraft, and any vehicles that survive the front.”

Outter City​

The Beviin’s were nearing the front of the Outer City now, the large cube no longer chained to the transports as it had been left within the inner city, as Valdus continued his orders, “ All Sovereign-class and Kyramud-class tanks will form a perimeter for the outer city between the dome of Sundari. Each vehicle shall be only one tank length away from another, you will not move your line, you will hold, and provide physical cover for infantry. Several meters behind this line I order all T-55 Artillery Tanks to setup and provide constant volleys the moment of breach, but do not reduce the firing arcs close enough to endanger the line. Finally, the Imperium-Class tanks will be the final keystone to the front line defense acting as blockades behind the line and providing heavy fire support over the line. Do this all now.” Valdus offered the commlink back to his pilot who stowed it away in the carrier.

Seconds after Valdus’s orders went through the armor he commanded did as he was told. Sundari became filled with the mechanical clashing of treads, walker feet, and otherwise as they moved into position quickly. Within minutes the outer most perimeter was formed while some of the other units that were now ordered to the rear may take a while. Valdus left the Palace and Palace grounds to Kaine Australis and the others.

“Take me down to the Imperium-class.” His voice growled, pointing to a rolling Imperium Class headed for the front. The pilot did as he was ordered, coming to a low hover over the gargantuan super-heavy tank. The back hatch released and Valdus moved back towards the exit, speaking as he did so. “ Return to Cin’cerar, I fear that we will be forced from the Outer City, make preparation for battle in the Inner City line.” The stoic group only nodded, no words were needed. Valdus’ walking continued and soon he was falling several meters. A horrible crash atop the Imperium-class’s roof sounded when the two ton Mandalorian impacted the metallic surface. His landing wasn’t heard by the crew inside the tank; as large as Valdus Bral was, the tank made him look insignificant. There he stood, the general of the armor for Sundari, overlooking the line he had ordered created. Infantry began flooding between the tanks, taking up positions, trusting that the Mandalorian air would defend them from strafing. Valdus took in a deep breath to calm his racing heart, he had never been in a battle with this much fire power, it was exhilarating.

Spoiler

Valdus Bral is now in command of the armored forces within the Outer & Inner City zones.
A strong front line has been implemented and patrols within the inner city have started.

Spoiler

Personal Soldiers: Inner City
2x Mandalorian Warden Squads [Elite Heavy Infantry defenders] (24)
2x R-36 "Rush" War Droid Squads [Super Heavy War Droids] (8)
4x Mandalorian Devastators [Elite Super Heavy Infantry] (4)
1x Beviin Heavy Troop Transport Squadrons (4)
1x Cin'cerar [Elite NPC Beast Companion] (1)

Personal Additional Assets: Within the Beviin Transports
4x Cabur Shield Projectors
20x Palisade Shield Emitters

Mass Assets: See Post for details.
Imperium-Class
Sovereign-Class
Kyramud-Class
Princeps-Class
T-55 Artillery
AT-99 Forge Titans
T-2 War Droids

 

[Tehkyram]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekCmZDO4d8o​

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Objective: No survivors.
Allies: Lorale Farmarhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/21662-lorale-farmar/http://starwarsrp.net/user/21662-lorale-farmar/ | Darth Vitium | Misc. Sith
Enemies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | Mishka Larraqhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10605-mishka-larraq/http://starwarsrp.net/user/10605-mishka-larraq/ | Misc. Mandalorians

And onwards came the Mandalorian hero of the hour. Tehkyram smelled the engines of the Basilisk before he saw it, giving him a scant few seconds to prepare. A mental order of warning for his companions, then the rest of his focus oriented towards pushing back against the enemy war droid. The Hyal'Hâsk gave the metal beast plenty of room as they took their playthings out of the way. As for the droid, well, Tehkyram's focus and power wasn't enough to really stop it.

But Tehkyram didn't have to stop the droid so much as he did just slow it down. That bought him a few more seconds to shut off his saber and get both his hands free and ready. As the droid finally made contact, it did so in the form of Tehkyram reaching out and catching its massive metal claws as they closed in on him.

Amortem had once explained to Tehkyram that the practical power of the dark side was rooted in its philosophical agenda: the ability to physically warp and bend the laws of reality itself to conform to the will of the individual. It represented sheer strength and determination, the absolute will to power. And this will was what Tehkyram dug down deep into as he dug his heels into the ground and pushed back against the droid's claws with every ounce of muscle in his hulking body. But sheer brute force would not be enough, he would need the force to back his muscles, to give him the strength he needed.

The droid's powerful thrusters still pushed him back fairly far. But with each meter that Tehkyram was pushed back the velocity of the war droid rapidly declined in the face of hardening resistance. He pushed with all his might, all his energy, all of his will. He would show the Mandalorians what it meant to wage war. It wasn't about the fancy technology or the pretenses of honor and ritual. It was about sheer determination and commitment to death and horror. And so he pushed, and pushed, and pushed, all until finally no matter how hard the droid could push, Tehkyram would not move any further.

And at the same time, the Mandalorian didn't need to. Much like the rest of his kind, the Mandalorian's intervention was brave, but so incredibly stupid. By pushing him back so far, the Mandalorian had now thoroughly put himself back into Sith territory, right in the path of the advancing next wave. The Mandalorians had decided to take to the skies rather than leave the matter to their anti-air. That was fine with the Sith, who let loose from their cages swarms of Wyverns to descend upon the skies of New Keldabe. Another score of Hyal'Hâsk advanced upon the Mandalorian, this time with a trio of Ravagers and a Behemoth in tow.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jThIN0baFqw​

Location: Planetside, Making way to City...
Allies: Sith Empire [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore [member="Valdus Bral"]
Objective: Spark a fire.
Equipment: Rapture Cannon Mk.1, HAVOC Magma Cannon and rest in Sig

The Emperor's eyes, one sulfuric and the other cold jade, fixated on the towering Gen'dai butcher, "I charge you with destruction, Hateful One. Let your remorselessness hone the edge of the Empire's blade as it thrusts deep into Mandalore, I do not want them defeated I want them broken forever. We cannot afford them the spirit to rise again, this will be the end."

A large grin was suddenly etched across the Gen'dais facial expression. Teeth exposed and tilting his head up, the sound of a snort or rather deep growl confirmed his excitement for what was to come. Exiting the bridge the armored red giant strode down the halls swiftly to get to the shuttles. All the while observing time fall into the void of thought itself as he dug deeper into what exactly was charged of him. His duty. Destruction. Utter annihilation of the enemy and all those who aided the mandalorians. The sheer amount of ecstasy this order gave him was almost overwhelming. It was not that Kezeroth wanted or needed permission to unleash himself but rather to assess the situation at hand. This was judgement day. There would be no mercy, no factory restart as if the Mandalorian culture was a machine. Violence and the thrill of combat was his cause and yet within the Gen'dai knew from experience this was not the end. Already the ancient philosophy of his people was beginning to make sense.

As much as he hated to admit it, He could see the logic within now. Perfection of permanence. All change was an illusion and what was would always be. A twinge pulsed from within. A internal motion prodding him to analyze deeper with thought. Brushing it aside and spitting on the right side of the corridor the Gen'dai entered the Hangar bay. Selecting a transport shuttle he boarded and took off shortly after. The transport was rough and the nerve of the troopers and soldiers around him was almost smothering. Gah! Get a grip!. He thought to himself and then fell back into trance allowing him mind to give the illusion of time passing quicker than his perception would allow. A placebo effect for a impatient warrior. Death and life was now viewed differently. After all not every species could live for nearly seven thousand years. The ramp and hatches of the transport doors opened after a crash into the dirt of Sundari with the subtle assistance of what could of been a fist into the material. Immediately the foreign scents and sensations were poised to be absorbed with sensory organs and abilities. Dust arose, stirred about to be littered on metal and flesh. Covering it with the sins of action. The screaming call of a familiar voice echoed aloud inside his mindseye. Kill. Destroy them. Tear them all apart! The Rancidous Edge. A sith sword that happened to quite literally bond with Kezeroth after his resurrection and now it called to him wishing for more "attention".

The sword lifted itself from its clamps and restrains on Kezeroths back positioning itself in front of the behemoth. Blade positioned downward, hilt alive with red hued energy in the shape of splintering marks. Embers a blaze as fire began to expel itself defying the orders and commands of its owner. It rebelled demanding to be used in combat. Pushing will against will. " MOVE OUT!" With orders shouted aloud and amidst the hordes of soldiers rushing past in mobs. A single armored hand extended outward slowly to grasp the Sithsword. A motion was almost seemed like a tease for this sentient blade. With a twitch of speed the weapon came into full contact and grasp of the Gen'dais oversized hand. Locked in with a strength that was a beskar. There was a connection now. Mentally. Anger, hate, pain, hatred and fury of hundreds of trapped souls within groaned as flames ignited to stir torment apon them and then their host. The feeling was akin to the fire that surged through Kezeroths body that caused his first death...A fire that surged through every muscle fiber, nerve, neural synapse and finally taken into the home of it all. The brain. From there it would sink into the mind and continue to build in till it could no longer contain and spill out into the material world.

Lumbering forward the dirt trailed split in two where the blade was dragged. Setting apart logic and instinct rapidly. With a shake Kezeroth continued to walk forward growing with the darkside of the force. Already it had begun to show via crimson red eyes. The were luminescent with the passing over head bombs, missiles casting shadows and clouds of dust that occasionally darkened the immediate areas. Like two red stars in space the orbs peered through it all. Heaving the blade upward with a grunt and resting the flat of the greatswords blade on his shoulder the Gen'dai snapped over hearing a distant order from a member of the Zambrano family to warriors under his command. The fool. Approaching with hostility. Kezeroth spoke remorselessly and unrestrained. His mind and body preparing to channeled the beginning of what would be Dark fury through his body. Rapidly it grew in power.

The source? The sword he held.

"Constantinius, once more we shall cover the mission briefing," Vaulkhar looked to the hulking warrior who trailed behind their father. "Our primary objective is father's survival, above all else. The girl will be fine with the woman, so get your head in the game. I've got your back going forward. Understood?"

" Your old man is the Dark Lord of the Sith, boy What use would you serve? You would merely get in the way, maggot!" Discouragement was implied. A hand fell over the Gen'dais face showing the about of rage and hatred he barely controlled for a sliver of time before the full effect of Force rage burst out to embody the giants form fully causing him to engorge himself with a untamed composure. He was a bomb that was to be strategically aimed at the Mandalorians and all of the Sith Empire knew it. Nothing more than a weapon. Snorts, snarls and growls were already a familiar tune from the graug and it was bad enough that Kezeroth was now mimicking them or perhaps taking after them. A weapon to be used. Quickly growing tired of being around idle bodies the armored titan stormed into the foul desert winds fueled with a perpetual cycle of dark fury. The capital of Sundari would soon know his wrath. Ears inside his helmet positioned themselves to hear the combat occurring not so far away deep within the city. " A warrior's end requires a worthy foe. To bring down as many as he can in combat in a honorable death..." he muttered to himself after walking away. The sound of his speech distorted with anger. The words taken from a quote of years long past before his previous end. Even now the memory of warriors crying aloud honed true to his ears.

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Here I come. Sundari. Here. I. Come.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Madness shrouded the skies as ships broke their patterns and explosions shook the earth. Acute bursts of energy rippled over the distance and the energy that washed over Alkor deadened the electronics in his Stormtroopers' armor. "Sir?" one called back, confused. "We've lost electronics-"

"Nuclear device detonated in High Atmo," one of the Slicers confirmed. "Electromagnetic pulse."

"Stang," the trooper hissed as he returned to unleashing the magazine of his rifle into enemy lines. The Mandalorians had only a fringe presence outside the walls. It seemed their intention was to make their stand inside the City, where they held the advantage of terrain.

Alkor pulled the weapon from his back now, utilizing his momentum to amplify the power of his movement as, in a single, fluid motion, he broke stride into a spinning, hopping step, cocked back, and he inverted his grip as the weapon spun at immense speed around his body.

When he released it, the sword began to tear through the distance between Alkor and the dome, racing like a fired bullet. The haft extended as it left his hand, pistons driving it forward and doubling its force at the apex of his throw. Alkor timed it just right to give it just enough punching power to do the job.

Sundari's dome was comprised of some of the most impregnable elements in the known galaxy. Durocrete and Beskar alone were thick enough and hearty enough to stop even some of the most penetrative rounds available. Not even the most immovable of objects would stop the bite of Jormungandr.

He exploded into motion only a second after the weapon left his hand. The timing had to be perfect. There had to be just enough weight, and the force had to be applied in just the right way to achieve the intended result. When the weapon made impact, it did so with the Jen'jidai only a step behind.

His feet planted on the wall as he returned his hands to the haft of the spear, throwing his entire weight behind the already piercing force of the weapon. He pushed upward from both shoulders and down, pressing the alchemized neuranium deeper, harder, and faster toward its ultimate goal.

Alkor raised his voice, calling out to the Sith behind him.

"LIGHT IT UP."

Anyone who had seen the blade on his back could have easily identified it as a Sith Sword. And everyone knows what Sith Swords did to Electricity...

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

 

[Nicair Claden]

Location: Moving through the streets towards Outer City
Allies: UCM + Allies
Enemies: TSE + Allies
Objectives: Get the 8th into position, track down [member="Scherezade deWinter"] through the streets

He kept his eyes focused on where he was and where he was heading. The shaking earth as the Armor of Mandalore was rallied, the falling skies of the dome and the explosions, all of it needed to be filtered out. His HUD could keep track of that; a warrior has to be focused on the goal at hand.

The dome wasn't a concern he needed to let distract him right now. Nicair knew what had to be done. The 8th spread out through the streets accordingly. They understood the layout of the Outer City about as well as Nicair. Ultimately, they were Mandalorians, they knew combat and they knew tactics. If Nicair could give any input it would be small and specific to certain locations. He knew the outer limits well. He had learned from experience as both predator and prey where to hide for proper ambushes.

Sundari was large, but on foot they could move swiftly through back alleys and byways. They'd reach the outer limits slightly before the slower moving armor under Bral control. The 8th were in appropriate positions for both defensive measures as front line forces, as well as being used for their other use. Nicair's response to [member="Valdus Bral"] was short and sweet as something else caught the Mandalorian's eye.

"Bral, this is Claden. I have the 8th in position in the Outer City. Should retreat be necessary they will cover the front line, just give them room to work." It was then that he noticed a pod drop through the crack in the dome surrounding the city itself.

Was that a person that just chose to take a faster way down?

Their method of reaching the city was irrelevant. They were behind enemy lines and in Nicair's old playground.

The hunt was on.

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Taru Cadera"]

(Sorry for missing anybody/next to everybody)

Spoiler

Suicide front line fighters in ambush positions in Outer City limits

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Deploying to the surface with the menagerie
Objective: Secure the only resource that matters on the world, Get Those Mines
Allies: Sith Empire
Enemies: The Mandalorians [member="Skorvek"]

Equipment: In signature

"Shield is down, commence landing operations."

Taeli and the Sith Legions under her command would begin their descent from the Seventh Fleet task force with their fighter escorts, Taeli leaving the ships under the command of the Chiss Commodore Atair. A message would be sent from the Dowager to [member="Darth Carnifex"] and [member="Darth Prazutis"] and their respective commands that the assault on the Or'dinii Mines was beginning. Taeli also made sure to send a brief message to [member="Fiolette Raaf"] that she was deploying to the surface and kindly requested no rocks land near her area of operations.

Separate from the Sith transports making their way towards the outskirts of the mining complex, through the likely anti-air fire and enemy starfighters, were the dropships that contained the monsters that Taeli had brought with her. As she had explained to her first apprentice all those years ago when she had been teaching the young girl chess, the pawns were meant to go first. For the Triumvir of Power, that meant deploying many of the monsters that she had created in the course of her experiments. When the Siege of Mandalore had been called for, she had not been sure what she wanted to bring. So many to choose from after all, but she had considered what Mandalorians had used against Force users in the past and adjusted her selections accordingly.

None of her Aura Sithspawn could come as she knew, far too much, how much ysalamiri had spread through Mando space and their deployment by the warriors. Then again, they weren't meant for these sorts of assaults. No, she had decided on several creatures that hadn't been fielded before.

The defenders of the mining complex would see the obelisk-like drop-pods impacting just outside of their perimeter, actual Sith transports starting to fill the skies behind them. Within the lead transport, Taeli focused herself for the battle that was about to unfold... and much like the Trade Federation had been known for, she activated her 'droids.' The drop-pods began to open, and from within them, a mixture of creatures began swarming forth towards the complex. The most numerous were the Subsumed, sentient Rakghouls enhanced with elixirs and serums with armor grafted to their bodies and trained in soldiery. Festerers and Ravagers would join their rakghouls cousins for the assault, along with several Behemoths to smash their way through the perimeter the Mandalorians had established and create breaches.

All vicious creatures, and most certainly dangerous... and very loud and obnoxious... and distracting for the truly insidious things unleashed by the drop-pods. Small swarms of Poisoners would slither and crawl, dispersing to better slip through the lines eventually and start poisoning defenders and ysalamir with their neurotoxin. Less noticeable still were the tiny beetles of the Tihtasa Hita, their goal the most simplest of all... eat their favorite food.

The Legions would form up behind the obelisks, and Taeli descended the boarding ramp. They all had their orders, and she was very much interested to see who the enemy commander was and how he dealt with the Swarm.

"Slow advance," she commanded, and they would start moving. "The enemy commander is mine."

 

[Darth Vitium]

The One You Left Behind

Location: New Keldabe Streets, Mandalore
Objective: Vengeance for Teta (Devastate New Keldabe)
Equipment: Two Lightsabers
Allies: Sith; [member="Tehkyram"], [member="Lorale Farmar"]
Enemies: Mandalorians; [member="Mishka Larraq"], [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Arla Ordo"]

For twenty years she had yearned for this moment. To repay the armor-clad warriors the debt they were owed for the destruction they had wrought over Teta, of the cowardice they had participated in with their attempt at a pyrrhic victory just days after the Protectorate had attempted their ransack of Coruscant and the Jedi had tried their hand at Alderaan. There was a time where she would have openly flew her own fleet over the skies and landed her own army, a benefit of being the voice of the then-Dark Lord of the Sith - but that was a bygone era, and now she was to make due with herself, two lightsabers, and the opportunity that had arisen out of the sudden, yet inevitable, betrayal of the Mandalorian people at the hands of their simultaneously greatest ally and largest existential threat.

It was with no great fanfare that she found herself standing idly in the middle of an intersection, flanked on both sides by streets dotted by civilians making their way away from where they presumed the largest of the battles to be taking place while she was approached from her front and rear by people wearing the tiresome Ysalamir nutrient frames in their horribly designed beskar'gam suits. Fanciful armor, overly expensive weapons, and a reliance on denying the strengths of their foes - that was what had allowed the Mandalorians to persist for as long as they had. Jedi that couldn't use the force were typically crippled by its absence, and amateur Sith that suddenly found themselves unable to reach out and directly crush their enemies or hurl lightning at them were at a loss.

Unfortunately for this rank and file, the force was no longer a mere crutch for her to rely on - she wasn't some little girl that needed it to accomplish anything anymore - it was a tool, and a tool that was to be discarded when it was without use.

And discard she did, shedding herself of the hood that had obscured her cracked and disfigured face.

"Well? I'm not getting any younger."

Bold words for an old lady with two glowsticks and some shoddy cloth robes.

At least, that was what she pictured one of these brave imbeciles saying as she watched them lift up their blasters and rippers before they opened fire on her.

'The first rule of war; Kill or be killed. I suppose they get at least this one right.' She thought, pivoting abruptly as her two sabers ignited in her hands, deflecting a blaster bolt that would had struck her in the side of the head and ricocheting off a slug that would have punctured her shoulder were the saber not just slightly in its path for it to glance off of. 'The second, of course, is not to fire towards your own people, but I guess nobody ever claimed Mandalorians were very clever.' A thought which was promptly justified by the sound of several muffled grunts as several soldiers on either side of her were struck by their own compatriots who had ignored the fact that their own allies were across from each other and their target was saddled right in the middle of them.

"Pathetic."

With a show of artfully swift strokes of a lightsaber in one hand, and brutishly confident blows with the other, the Sith kept her parrying act up as she made her way away from the center of the crossroads and towards one of the streets while drawing the two groups towards her from the rear.

 

[Bedrovelse Hevn]

Objective: Mandalore
Location: Sundari, rallying on [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Allies: TSE, Dark Side or go home!
Enemies: UCM
“Hevn....”

Hevn turns towards his pilot, the Catharian known as Mad Claws. He could smell fear on the pilot, and uncertainty. His eye brows rise as a warning squeals over the comm.

::Autopilot override. Destination change accepted. Rerouting to Mandalore.::

“The frack?” His icy glare of accusation fixates itself upon his pilot. Mad Claws throws his paws up in the classic ‘wasn’t me! Didn’t do it!’ gesture. “What could possibly be the meaning of this madness?” The third member of the crew, the Shistavanen Roarshen Alpha, looked none too pleased with the news coming through either. All three had mutually and silently concluded that the ship was hijacked and carrying them toward complete and utter suicide.

“MANDALORE?!” Hevn roars incredulously. Their home?! Tanaab was one thing, but making a move on Mandalore was bold with an army, let alone a solitary group of over powered spacers. It wasn’t something he dared to fathom.

::Incoming transmission from Exarch Talon::

Whatever Hevn was about to say choked immediately in his throat. A holo image of a slender young lady spun to life in front of him. Her eyes were much like his own frigid orbs glaring back at him. Even in the holo he could see her perfect platinum hair draping over either side of her beautiful face. What the hell did she want with him? The only possible thought that came to mind was the events of Rugosa. Was he to be questioned? Detained? Was conjuring an army of the dead against Confederate law?

Something that was not her voice, more akin to an artificial intelligence explained that the Sith Empire was going to war with Mandalore. The home base. They dared to do what Hevn could never, and the gravity of it all left him awestruck.

The Exarchs form waited for the voice to finish before she tilts her head forward toward the camera, hood eclipsing her eyes, and her severe expression lifts into the tiniest smile he’d ever seen. A less keen eye would have missed the slightest curl of her lips.. She whispered and it was music to his ears. It was simple. It was sweet. It was love.

:estroy them, my pale dragon::

It was every dream finally come true. Adrenaline, testosterone, rage, sorrow, every feeling in the spectrum rip through him like a lightning bolt. It slammed from the heavens of the galaxy and floored him. He had been chosen by Exarch Talon to carry out her will. To answer her holy command to strike at the heart of the Mandalorians, rip it out, and offer it to her.

Hevn leaps at the opportunity to answer her call to glory. He fusses with his hair and attire for a brief moment, to the humor and horror of his crew, before jamming his finger into the dash. ::Recording.::

::With pleasure.::

For all his getting ready, it was the only words he need offer her. His response is alight with the grim excitement flooding his body. A chorus of demons grumbling ecstatically at the deliverance of pain! What fear was left on the ship belonged to Alpha and Claws, for Hevn was now enthralled by supernatural invigoration. His entire being thrummed with the drums of war.

As the Charon II exits hyperspace it is met with a massive fleet. Whatever override provided by Exarch Talon was already taking them toward one of the capital ships, and their clearance codes stopped the Sith from shooting them straight out of space.

THIS was the Sith war machine. THIS was an Empire! The fleet alone blocked any and all view of the planet. He’d only seen the Confederacy field a number of ships to rival this in all his lifetimes. The belly of the beast swallows them up, as traffic control guides their touchdown. The ramp descends, and Hevn emerges void of his Knight Obsidian armor. Among the soldiers around him shuffling he heard one shout, “Knight Obsidian! Gear him up, get him out!” Hevn holds a hand up, as they emerged with a set of crimson robes and armor. With a smile he turns the inside of his own out, all black. In the essence of haste they wave him off, not keen to argue about color schemes when he’d ultimately blend in just fine.

They direct him towards the drop pods, and he is still readying the plates of armor over his spider silk robes. The first volley of them launched as he opened a small, lightsaber hilt sized, gilded box. From within it he grasps the electrum plated hilt of his Sith lightsaber. He hadn’t touched it since Muunilinst. The last time he donned the weapons and armor of the Lord of Despair.

It was time for the seed of his darkness to flourish. Hatred the everlasting poison that drove him forward. He had a well of it prepared for the Mandalorians. So many brothers, sisters, friends, mentors, and apprentices. So many dead by the hands of Crusaders. Every time they launched another destroy all force users war he lost another handful of friendly faces to call upon in times of aid. How many final screams had he heard tear through his ears on the comms. It filled him with rage. He overflows with it. His anger would know no control this day. He would not subjugate these people through fear and domination. He would slay every man, woman, child, and infant he found. There would be no mercy. No remorse. No kin left to avenge the mountain of corpses he would lay at the feet of the Sith Empire, and his adoring Exarch.

IT IS MY TURN TO RAIN DESPAIR ON ALL THAT YOU LOVE!

An officer holds his hand up, as the drop pod lights turn red. A series of explosions echoes from below. “You with the Pathfinder, stranger?!” The officer bowled over the ruckus. Within the confines of his Kraft Dragon Sith Mask he grins. So he was not alone here? Not the only chosen one. Equal parts disheartening and exciting as while it tarnished his role as Talon’s champion, there were others among the Confederacy who share his disdain. He would find them, and together they would kill.

“Send him into the dome! Aim it at the Pathfinder!” He steps in, seeing a brief flash of green before launching. With a rumbling boom the pod is unleashed into space, soaring through the incoming fire, and getting rocked by shots aimed for it. A flash of flame as he pierced the atmosphere and the fire and smoke grow thicker. SLAM! Through the center of the dome and into Sundari.

Into the center of a street the pod slams, and hewn rock erupts around the pod and into the sky. The Lord of Despair sets foot for the first time on the soil of Mandalore. The blood and souls engraved into the very dirt itself hums with the same thirst for battle consuming him.

:athfinder deWinter checking in::

Hevn’s eyes fall to the comm for only a moment. Locate, is the command he thrusts into the data pad. She was close. So was the enemy. The Mandalorians were not going to lay down while the Sith struck. He had every expectation, every demand, that they fight and die to the very last. Hevn had hardly taken a step when a nearby window cracked, and a rocket hurled toward him.

He instinctively raises a hand at the initial sound of it, the next moment wrapping his will around the incoming explosive. It’s flight path rises, snakes in a tight circle around his body, and returns from the lower floor of the building from whence it came. The explosion levels the floor, and a child is hurled from the interior to his feet. Hevn’s icy glare turns down toward the frightened kid. A male, who hadn’t even touched puberty. He hadn’t ever lifted a drink to his lips, never felt the joy of a woman, never felt the pride or horror of war. And he never would. Hevn doesn’t even hesitate to backhand the boy with such force that his skull caves against the back side of his metal knuckles.

There is a howl of pain and horror as the father and mother crawl from the bottom floor, blasters drawn. They had beskar’gam, but no helmets. Whatever colors they took pride in wearing were cloaked in soot. His strides toward them are followed by swallowing the cumulative and infinite pain the parents felt for their son. He lets it slide over his tongue, tasting it like fine wine, and then spitting it back out at them. His cruelty would know no bounds today. He had every intent to destroy every last living soul.

His force of will punches into the mind of the father. Desperately he resists while his wife pounds useless blaster rounds into his alchemized armor. It only took another second before he was Hevn’s puppet. The horror in his eyes as he turned upon his wife, and the terror in her heart as he put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. He bathed in it. Swam through it. He was the happiest fish in the ocean, and just getting started. “Join them.” Hevn encouraged as the second bolt went through the man’s brain. Perhaps it was a mercy, but even on the other side he would not forget Bedrovelse Hevn.

The data pad beeps at him. The Pathfinder has been located. Strolling a few streets down he saw the woman peering out at the commotion Hevn had caused upon entry. It took a few seconds to recognize her without a dirty tangle of hair, bruised and busted face, in battle gear. His hatred burns hotter for the Mandalorians. He had found the Firestarter. “You?” He verbalized subconsciously, the words slipping through his mask before he could catch them. “Are not alone.”

[member="Srina Talon"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

[member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

THREE YEARS AGO

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https://soundcloud.com/abdulrhman_allam/light-of-the-seven


Location: Sundari Citadel
Event: The Death of Ra Vizsla Part III



"It's not what you think," Irajah continued as they hastily moved into the chambers. "Everyone was wrong about him."

Khor was bewildered, confused. He had just watched his brethren slain at the hands of the Mand'alor's basilisk, and now this mysterious woman was leading him voluntarily to the man they had long sought to assassinate. As the sole survivor of this raiding party, Khor couldn't help but wonder if he had died in the assault, if this was his afterlife. This moment he was in, this rare absurd moment, it was... a feeling like no other he had ever had before.

His iris's dilated as the man stopped before the sight he beheld.

"I am his physician. What secrets he held with me, he gave in faith. In the earlier days, I believed it to be related to his... special circumstances of birth.

Genetic.

But it's not, it can't be."

Irajah gestured to Ra Vizsla, Mand'alor the Undying, laying in his bed fast asleep. Overhanging above the chamber's frame were ornate mosaics depicting the history of the Crusades. Of the truce brokered with the Empire, between Clan Verd and the newly crowned Mand'alor. The felling of the One Sith and the Republic. His supposed fall to the Omega Empire.

Ra lay fast asleep. He looked... decrepit. Old, no, ancient. His cheeks were sunken, his face pale as death. Khor had come to kill a man who was already on his deathbed.

"He's not dying," Irajah interrupted. Khor looked at her confused, overwhelmed with this information.

"...he's fighting.​

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The Ra that's created this Purge is not the Ra you remember.​

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Something has him, something dark, sinister, twisted."​

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Khor's face turned angry, devastated.​

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"You KNEW..."​

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"And made my share of mistakes. But tell me, what would you have done?​

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You knew your Mand'alor.​

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You know he fights for you. Has fought for you. And that there's a chance,​

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a slim chance,​

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you can get that time back. You can have Ra back.​

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Wouldn't you try?"​

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Khor remained silent for a moment.​

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"There was a solution, though. A new technology. A way to transfer his essence,​

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to bring the Undying back when we needed him most.​

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It was his last request of me, his last-"​

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Khor cut her off.​

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"..Leave."​

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Irajah stared at the young Mando'ade, tears in her eyes.​

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"I can save him."​

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"LEAVE."​

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Irajah turned and hurried out the room.​

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Near the door, Ne'tra, Black Sky, lowered it's head and let loose a low sad hum.​

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Khor leaned over Ra's bed, placing his hands around the Mand'alor's neck.​

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He began to squeeze.​

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Gasping.​

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Struggling.​

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Gurgling.​

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The night faded as dawn approached.​

TODAY

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

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE​

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The metallic screeching of the Black Sky basilisk shattered through the air as Ra ascended into the upper echelons of the great domed city of Sundari.​

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"Sow chaos,"​

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Ra spoke to his Besu'liik.​

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Ne'tra took off towards the suburbia, emanating billowing smoke from her engines, warping the light around her to create a simulated darkness for a few hundred feet around her at any given moment.​

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Ra jumped off the mechanical beast, giving a few boosts from his armor's jets before descending towards the suburbia.​

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A gaping hole.​

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A ship had crashed into it and penetrated the dome.​

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Ra landed nearby, Ne'tra roaring in the distance.

He could practically smell the Sith'ari.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Sundari outskirts​

Allies (only tagging those nearby now):​

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

Samka trotted out after her companions. She spun the hilt of her Lightsaber in her hand while taking a quick glance at her surroundings. Fighting had broken out, the sound of bombings and blaster fire echoed in the distance. On the horizon, she could spot the Mandalorian forces digging in around Sundari. It seemed they'd only sent token forces outside the city walls. Curious when the enemy has no reservations about burning the entire city to ash.

And where was Typhos? If the Mandalorians had deployed Ysalamiri, she could do with her heavy hitter.

While she was scanning the skies for her companion, a patter of tiny feet came to a halt besides her. Sam glanced down to see the child scowling for a brief moment which she returned with a single, sceptical raised brow. Perhaps her teasing intrusion was not welcomed. However almost immediately it broke into a grin as the young figure accused her of mind reading.

"I would have done no such thing, I would only do that to my enemies." Samka replied. She merely watched the child hop around and grasp her sleeve, Sam's expression shifting to amusement at the scene. A small, sweet looking child was holding onto her and asking if they were friends and Mandalore burned in the background. She'd had some unique wartime experiences but this was new.

"Very well, Funami, it's a pleasure to make another friend," she smirked at the child. Fifth grade? To a child that explained everything. To an adult, it meant very little. How old was that...? It depended on the school she went to which could be almost any school in the galaxy. Was she eight? Nine? Ten? Fifteen with some sort of growth defect? It was all possible.

Funami turned to get more pictures, posing excitedly with the Mandalorian soldiers as her backdrop. Hopefully some sniper wouldn't blow the girl's head off, she might start to actually feel guilty about that now. Samka's gaze returned to the sky just as a screech sounded from above. Here he was.

She smiled in relief as Typhos descended upon them. The massive reptilian creature landed beside her with such force that the ground shook slightly and ash was kicked up near Sam's face. She brushed the offending ash away with her dainty hand and cast Typhos a disapproving look. "Did we not talk about that since you splashed putrid swamp water over me?" Whether the creature understood or not, even Sam wasn't sure. It curled itself up, folding its impressive wings and hunching over to make a slightly smaller target.

Reaching out up, Sam stroked the creature's jaw affectionately and leaned in to give a soothing whisper. "Let your lust for blood out today, my friend. The Mandalorians are experts at war, protect me if things turn sour." She paused then nodded her head towards Funami, "and do try and keep the girl safe too."

Typhos gave a hiss, his glowing eyes fixated on Sam before it gave a small nod of acknowledgement. "Excellent," she offered one last rub of the creature's snout before turning back to her companions. The Zambranos would lead the charge. As per their arrangement, she would follow their moves and provide support. The only added objective now was babysitting.

 

[Constantinius Zambrano]

"Just being courteous to our younger guest, brother.", Constantinius said with a soft chuckle over their comms frequency, following closely behind their father. "I'll stay close and watch our father's back. You do what you need to do to deal with any less obvious threats. With our combined efforts, that should be more than enough.", he said with a nod, returning the thumbs up with his own. Tracts of reports and intelligence flooded through the tactical optics on his helmet visor. He made sure to pay attention to any useful information that might spring up, and occassionally relayed improvements to existing orders and strategies via his command frequency to ensure that these crucial opening stages of the siege on Sundari proceeded smoothly.

His attention then turned to his father. "Initial reports seem to be positive, father. The Mandalorians are expectedly mounting resistance, but it seems well in hand by our own forces. We may launch our own assault whenever you wish.", he said with a confident nod.

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

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Concord Dawn​

Objective: Defend my home!​

Allies: UCM, [member="Quintus Cadera"], [member="Taozi Fuyuan"], [member="Quell Rook"] , [member="Darlyn Excron"]​

Enemies: TSE: [member="Anden Fancelo"], [member="Sith Muse"], [member="Hakai Shizukana"], [member="Irilius Tiam"] , [member="Darth Rage"] , [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]​

Ground: 3 Arachnid-AT, 10 Claymore Tank Destroyers, 100 SLaMs, 7 Princeps-Class Light Tanks, Mando'ade'jetii​

Fleet: 1 Cadera-Class Battleship, Gred Fleet, 1 GF-2 TwinTail Fighter Squadron, 4 Mandalorian Viper Squadrons, 10 Torrent-types​

Equipment: Bio​

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Mig looked out as he heard the Sith claim that Mandalore had fallen. That... that couldn't be right. No one could have taken Mandalore so quickly. Not the Dar'jetii. Not the Jetii. Not the CIS. No one. He closed his eyes, taking a breath before responding to the claim.​

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"If what you say is true, then all you're going to do is stir us to fight harder! If Mandalore has fallen, we may be a last chance to stop you. Mando'ade don't surrender to these kind of threats!" This Sith really didn't know how to convince a Mando'ad to not fight. Even now Gred forces had moved around into positions too attack, but their was something else. He could see a damaged Sith frigate dive through the atmosphere. They were still trying. Clan Gred hadn't had time after Taanab to replace their lost artillery, but they still had three Arachnids, and it would seem Mig didn't even need to give the order as three blasts flew from the walkers to the general area of the Sith frigate. Good. Let him focus on his own mission.​

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The dust the ship had kicked up obscured his view for a moment, but Mig was able to lay his eyes on the enemy that came. He and Ilik got out of the speeder, joined by some other defenders, and walked closer to the man. The moment the Alor saw the man he pulled out his Trayc'kad, and the moment the man spoke his question Mig ignited the sword/blaster's lightsaber blades. The plasma ran up two thirds of the actual blades, leaving the barrel of the weapons blaster cool. He looked down at the Echani blade that [member="Kat Decoria"] had given him. This was a time she'd probably be glad to see the blade used. Against a Sith. It would be saved just in case he lost his main blade though. Mig then looked up, answering the man.​

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"This land belongs to Clan Gred, Dar'jetii (Not Jedi, Sith)! Not you." There was a bite to the Mando'ad'jetii's word. A sense that he was say much more then what his word portrayed. A sense that he was telling the enemy that he wasn't welcome here. That he should leave now.​

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Leddie meanwhile didn't miss the Figate that came down to the surface. She was still tearing up, but it was more out of fear now. This was her first real home, and now.... She was basically watching her home burn from a surprise invasion. She couldn't really process what was going on. All she could do was stay with Taozi, and hope her Buir would be safe.​

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In space, the fleet was soon shocked as the Redoubt was flung to the Cadera. The battlecruisers slammed into each other, though the Mandalorian ship tried to fire on the ship to stop it, and the Sith vessels reactor and weapons detonated. The explosions ravaged the Cadera-class. The bow was almost completely gone, and the port hanger was shredded. The upper hull had holes vaporized into it it. The engines died, but the reactor thankfully didn't go. The ship was still their... but she was dead in the water. What escape pods were left started to launch as the order to abandon ship was given, but there weren't enough now. Some had to stay on the hulk. They would try their best, but really, their only hope was victory. Other ships would soon suffer a similar fate. Two Torrent-types were impacted while in cloak, not having enough time to escape the assault. Two of the Storm-classes would also feel the sting, taking the hits for the Taanabian Spirit. Two Firebrand were decimated by the ramming tactic, leaving one cleaved in two and the other just slammed in the aft, losing all power. The other approaching ships slammed into three of the Enigma-class corvettes and three CR90s​

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The fleet was scorched​

Fleet List:​

Spoiler

Cadera-Class Battleship: Shields: 0% Hull: 2%, Out of action.
The Doge: Shields: 72% Hull: 93%
Enigma: Shields: 75% Hull: 100%
9 Enigma-class FAC: Shields: 83% Hull: 100%, Shields: 84% Hull: 100%, Shields: 80% Hull: 100%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%
10 updated CR90 Corvettes: Shields: 0% Hull: 64%, Shields: 0% Hull: 32%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, : 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%
Taanabian Spirit: Shields: 60% Hull: 100%
4 Firebrand-class Artillery Cruisers: Shields: 90% Hull: 100%, Shields: 92% Hull: 100%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%
6 Storm-class Torpedo Assault Frigates: Shields: 25% Hull: 100%, Shields: 31% Hull:100%, Shields: 40% Hull: 100%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%
10 Torrent-types: Shields: 85% Hull: 100%, Shields: 100% Hull:100%, Shields: 80% Hull: 100% , Shields: 100% Hull: 100%, Shields: 21% Hull: 100%, Shields: 19% Hull: 100%, Shields: 23% Hull: 100%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%, Shields: 0% Hull: 0%
5 Mandalorian Viper Squadrons: Fighters Lost: 17
3 GF-2 TwinTail Fighter Squadrons: Fighters Lost: 8
2GF-3 Talon Fighter Squadrons: Fighters Lost: 12
6 HA-1 Beskad Squadrons: 3 Bomb module, 3 Missile module, Ships Lost (Bomb): 6, Ships Lost (Missile): 5

Fleet actions:

Spoiler

• The Cadera-class, 2 Torrent-types, 2 Storm-classes, 2 Firebrands, 3 Enigma-classes, and 3 CR90s are destroyed or disabled by the Sith Fleet's ramming.