Dominion Operation Return-MU Dominion of Wayland/Serreco

[Kreslin Westwind]

The Remnants of those Death Watch Traitors that served the false Mand'alor the Conciliator have fled to the world of Serreco to regroup, and prepare for the next stage of their resistance against Mandalores liberators. They intend to use the cover of the intense storms on Serreco to set up orbital defense weaponry, to deny the Union access to Serreco. Mand'alor the Reclaimer has authorized an advance assault force to move in, and eliminate the Death Watch traitors before they can bring these weapons online.

The new leader of the traitorous Death Watch has set up their command post on Wayland to prosecute the Shadow War against the Mandalorian Union. The Nite Owls, led by Aloy Vizsla, shall lead a deep strike commando operation to capture the enemy leader for further interrogation to reveal the plans of the traitors. They are instructed to eliminate all hostiles they come across, but take the elusive figure known as Apollyon into custody at all costs.

While the rest of the Union assault forces engage the traitors directly, a secondary objective has been created by the Founders Council, the leading government body of the Union beneath the Mand'alor. Clan Torrackstur and any available operatives will advance into contested enemy territory covertly, and either sabotage their defenses, or secure intel on any other potential Death Watch traitor outposts. We know that the Sith Empire is funneling resources into the traitors pockets, find out if there are any other potential enemies laying in waiting behind the scenes.

The battlefleet exited hyperspace at the edge of the star system. Two Liberation Class Star Destroyers made up the center of the combat line, with nearly two dozen other vessels forming up around them. Each vessel made little attempt to hide its presence as it entered the star system, and communication broadcasts were openly sent between them as the fleet began to muster for the coming assault. Standing on the bridge of the Liberation, Kreslin stared at the massive screens lining the bridge. Liberation Class Star Destroyers did not have an exposed bridge section like other warships across the galaxy tended to. Instead, the bridge was located deep within the heart of the Star Destroyer, and relied on advanced sensors and picture feeds from all around the ship to give the details the crew needed to operate with.

Granted, the current crew did not need the screens to function effectively. Mandalorians were a rare thing in the galaxy now, thanks to the Sith. It was estimated there was less than half a billion of their kind left in the galaxy, and while most had made their way back to Manda'yaim thanks to the Mandalorian Unions efforts, they were still to precise a resource to waste crewing starships. Instead, the Union had begun to develop a droid crew to man most of its starships. These droids plugged directly in to their work stations, and reacted to the information flooding through the ship faster than any humanoid crew could. Only a skeleton crew of Mandalorians were needed across the Union fleet to serve as overseers and decision makers now, freeing up more of their kind to fight where they would be the most help.

"Send word to the Veil of Cathar to take half the fleet and begin its advance towards Wayland. Make sure that they knew we are coming." Kreslin's orders were relayed to the other Liberation Class Star Destroyer in the fleet, and he watched the view screens as the fleet began to separate down the middle. It was all part of the strategy he had come up with before the operation had begun. The Mandalorian Union needed to secure Wayland and Serreco, both for their strategic position in securing one of Manda'yaims flanks, as well as the old Untied Clans of Mandalore assets still potentially in the system. The traitors within the Sith aligned Death Watch knew this as well as the Union, and were making efforts to secure the system for themselves. Scouting reports had brought in pictures of massive planetary based weaponry being set up on Serreco, capable of bombarding any ships that entered orbit. If they were allowed to bring them online, it would be far more costly for the Union to take the system. A direct assault against the guns to knock them out is what the Death Watch would be expecting.

That was exactly why the fleet itself was a diversion.

While the battlefleet made its slow, loud approach into the system, Union assets had already been deployed covertly to both targets. They would even know begin moving into positions to launch their surprise attacks, the Union broadcast from the fleet a warning to the traitors, as well as a signal for the True Mandalorians. Once the attack was well underway and the defenses were knocked out, the battlefleet would move in to provide further support and reinforcements to the attack, as well as blockading both planets to ensure no enemies of the Union escaped. It was a rather simple plan, and Kreslin hoped it would work for that reason. When things got too complicated, they tended to fall apart far too easily. After several minutes, Kreslin ordered for a secondary channel to be opened, covered up by the waves of white noise and false chatter the fleet was giving out. This new channel went directly to the warriors on the ground, with only a single word sent to them.

"Jurkad."

Attack

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[Radon Krayt]

Objective 1: Orbital Defense​

Tags: None yet.​

The weather alone was enough reason to make this operation a memorable one. The ferocious wind jerked at his drenched cape, managing to lift the heavy fabric with ease, while the downpour was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Walking through a waterfall couldn't possibly be wetter.

Although he detested the storm, he had to recognize the advantage it gave them. The combination of the overcast, wind and rain took away one's vision. It was something the Mandalorian attackers made good use of. There was nothing that could give them away, apart from the occasional lightning flashes. Today, the storm was their ally.

With his rangefinder slid over his visor, the Mandalorian in white calmly observed the targeted base. There was no proper vantage point on the muddy plains, but he could already tell that their base was heavily defended. Even with the storm as cover and the element of surprise it was going to be a difficult assault.

"Did we hear from the fleet yet?" He asked the warrior closest to him. The answer he received was a simple 'no'. An answer that changed to 'yes' five minutes later, when the voice of Mand'alor the Reclaimer patched through to them.

"Jurkad."​

"Move out!" The entire unit knew its task. Eliminate the traitors. Disable the weaponry. Or die trying.

With the command given, the Mandalorian warriors raised themselves from the mud and began their attack on the orbital defense platforms.​

 

[River Kryze]

Objective: Eliminate Weapons Platform.
Equipment: In Bio
Tag: Radon Krayt

This was only the second deployment that River had been put on, one that she wasn't sure how to feel about it. Laying with her back pressed against a mud embankment wasn't what she pictured herself doing nearing the ripe age of thirty seven, yet here she was. Still, it was a tad soothing, listening to the rain pelt against the steel of her armor, the swirling of the winds, the clash of the lightning. She might have even enjoyed it, but knowing that there would be a fight raging about within this storm wasn't something that filled her with excitement.

Checking her satchel charges, she had to wonder why she volunteered for this op. With her company up and running, she could have always decline, pointing to the fact she had weapons to manufacture for the cause. Somehow though, that just felt wrong to her. So, here she was, laying around in mud pits, waiting to be shot at by Sith extremists. If she could hold things against Kreslin, then she would, unfortunately she knew that his mind was probably in twenty places at once. Last thin he needed was her complaining about actually doing work.

As she waited the comm signal, weapon tucked against her chest, she heard the call of Kreslin come through her helmet, and the earth around her came to life. Mud caked Mandalorians rose up, weapons armed, jetpacks engaged, blasters firing towards enemy positions as the battle was met.

The victory shower after this was going to be fantastic, of course, she had to live through this ordeal first.

Firing up her jetpack so not to be caught in the muck, River hurtled towards the on coming fire, laying down a rather poor display of marksmanship towards what she assumed was the enemy, as the winds buffeted her about. She hardly got more than a twenty feet off the ground before the storm knocked out her jet pack, sending her tumbling through the air as the storm gusts caught her, landing with a 'splat' as she struck head first into a mud pit. As the battle kicked off, the Corellian woman pulled herself out of the muck, grumbling about what a dumb idea that had been.

Perhaps this wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

T A G : Kreslin Westwind | Kragr Krayt | Shai Maji | Cynthia Solus | Cleru | Kelborn Ordo | Tan'yill Vizsla | @Any Nite Owls or those interested​

L O C A T I O N: Above Mount Tantiss, Wayland​

E Q U I P M E N T: In bio​

F O R C E S : +30 Nite Owl Commandos​

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Mount Tantiss. A kriffing fortress sat smack dab in the middle of a mountain. Once a mandalorian empire fortress, And now a symbol of oppression, It's dark gun towers and black-clad imperial garrison standing imposingly over the forested and war torn planet around it.

Thankfully, Our story begins high above it and even the clouds themselves In a single M30-S Krayt gunship. Aloy Vizsla stood near the boarding ramp with one hand up on a ceiling grip and the other with her skeletal and hand printed helm under her arm, And her cybernetic leg tapping it's metallic claws against the durasteel deck, While her pale blue eyes were fixated on those before her. 30 of her own Nite Owl commandos, And several others that planned to join her cause.

"Listen up!" She began in a commanding tone, Yelling over the whirring of atmospheric engines "The attack will begin shortly. As you know, We'll be taking Mount Tantiss from the Dark Sorcerers. But more importantly, We're fighting Death Watch. They've been terrorizing this sector since the fall for their sith masters. They think us weak, That we don't deserve to call ourselves Mandalorian. We're going to show them just how wrong they are!"

She slides her helmet on, The skull-like visage replacing her red hair and soft features. No longer would they be speaking to Aloy Vizsla, The cheery Alor of Clan Vizsla of Roon, But to The Ghost Owl. To death.

<"Our objective is to storm their fortress, Kick down their kriffing door and drag their leader back to Mand'alor the Reclaimer so that she can answer for all that she has done! We drop and free fall through the clouds before their AA can target us, And then we drop from the skies like angels of vengeance and we Crush. Them. Show them that you've a will of iron. Fist of steel. And heart of Beskar!">

Rarey one for speeches, But this one was important. She must rally her troops and prepare them to purge death watch traitors and sith alike. The new initiates needed the encouragement, And veterans could use a little extra to sharpen their zeal.

With her speech concluded, She turns towards the ramp and draws her particle carbine, Waiting for the signal. The silence was awkward at first, Causing her to simply roll her fur-clad shoulders while tapping her claw against the floor...

;;"Jurkad.";; The Mand'alor's voice crackles through the interior of the ship. Barely a second goes by before the magnetic locks on the ramp deactivate, The interior lights turn red just before the dim silver sunlight sheds in rays through the gunship as the ramp drops.

The Drop
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<"GO! GO!"> She takes a running leap out of the ship, First to jump and disappear through the misty clouds below them, Leaving the dropship far above her as her skeletal visor becomes blocked by the fog, Her body peacefully free falling through the clouds for a time.

Suddenly the peaceful white and gray fades as the blackened fortress and surrounding greenery comes into view. Sure enough, the gun crews hadn't even spotted her and the other mandalorians yet, Though the fortress was still on high alert thanks to the mand'alor's message. Crews loaded their turrets, Black clad troopers rushed to various positions and hangers slowly opened. But it was already too late.

AIoy suddenly throws her weight forward, Pointing clawed foot to the ground as her ionic jetpack suddenly screeches to life in a blue flash of light. By the time she'd been heard and her targets looked up, She was already bearing down on them.

With a metallic thud, She lands atop a sith trooper, Knocking to the ground while blasting a hole through his companion with her particle carbine before finishing him in much the same fashion.

A third rounds the corner just behind her but it quickly snatched, Her cybernetic leg rising with frightening speed to both disarm him and grab him by the face between her three talons, Slamming his helmeted head into the wall so hard that a few shards of black plastoid fell shortly before he had.

Retrieving her carbine and resting it over her shoulder, She walks to the tower's edge, Leaning over it to watch as her Owl commandos and Nite Owl initiates all descended into the fortress below and even above her, Blasterfire, Melee and chaos erupting all around her, Bringing a slight smile to her face. The enemy would be repaid today.

<"Long live mandalore!">

 

[Velexia]

Location: Advancing Towards Death Watch Orbital Defense Installation - Serroco
Tags: Kreslin Westwind River Kryze Radon Krayt

The raging storms played havoc with Velexia’s sensors, making things a nigh-intelligible mess as the data-brain network worked to filter through the false readings produced by such violent weather. Fortunately, her armor’s vacuum seal protected her from the worst effects of hiding in the mud, which would have been wet boots, cold feet, and a host of other deleterious conditions which otherwise would have inhibited her ability to fight. The Sirens at least enjoyed that luxury, which more than made up for the lack of beskar in their armor, though there were many who claimed that the gammaplast provided protection that was just as robust. However, Velexia did not intend to test that claim, even now when she was preparing to charge a heavily-defended orbital defense installation.

“How much longer?” Irella said over the Sirens’ private comm channel. “Did we miss the signal or did something come up?"

“Let’s hope the Mandolorians haven’t forgotten about us. We’re part of this operation too.” Kasari replied in a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Hah! They may have if they’ve been sipping booze through their helmet straws!” Daemora answered with a clucking giggle.

“Oh please, we all know how short your memory is, Daemora. You forget girls as soon as you climb out of their bunks in the morning.” Silara added, eliciting a few giggles from the group as the pounding booms of thunder echoed from the distance.

“It hasn’t been that long, yet. We just need to be patient.” Velexia answered, in a tone that was seemingly oblivious to the frisky direction of the conversation.

It was then that the distinct, authoritative voice of the Mand’alor sounded through the comms, voicing a singular word that reached all ears in a simultaneous instant, so that everyone knew that it was time to initiate the assault.

"Jurkad."​

His command immediately alleviated all confusion, to the point where no further words needed to be said as the Siren Corps and Mandalorians moved to begin the assault. Velexia took a deep breath, gazing down the sights of her rifle as she lowered herself onto a knee. Holding her breath, the diminutive Arsenian quickly found her first target in the form of a Sith Legionnaire who had just become aware of the incoming force of Mandalorians heading for the orbital defense installation. Just before the man could begin to activate his armor’s shields, Velexia lined her crosshairs up over her target’s head and squeezed the trigger, kicking off a single bolt of energized plasma that punched through the air at hypersonic velocity before finding its mark, flash-incinerating the soldier’s skull in a fantastic explosion of charred and disintegrated matter.

With a release of held breath, Velexia moved ahead with the charging assault force, watching in awe as the Mandalorians took to the skies, raining down a barrage of firepower upon the hapless Sith defenders in a lightshow of plasma fireworks. However, her attention was called to something else when she felt a Mandalorian ( River Kryze ) slam into a mud pit only a few meters ahead. Velexia immediately moved to help the warrior up, extending her hand as she switched to her vocabulator, intending to assist the Mandalorian in getting back on their feet.

“Are you okay? That was a hard fall!” The diminutive Siren began, before giving a sigh of relief when she saw the warrior move, sensing that they had evaded paralysis, which was one of the most grievous possible outcomes of a jetpack crash. “Is anything broken? I can call a medic, if you need it.”

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• FAE/A-02 “Kinnara” Energized Combat Armor
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Left Gauntlet
    • Toolkit Mk II
  • Right Gauntlet
    • Toolkit Mk II
• Small Arms
  • FAE/W-01 “Attendant” Sniper Rifle
  • Hekler'Kok SMG-01
    • Hekler’Kok Polymer Cartridge Ammunition-Standard
• Melee
  • Hekler’Kok VB-01
• Grenades
  • Impact Grenade (4)

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective: 1
Tags: Velexia Kreslin Westwind Radon Krayt River Kryze

Mig looked around from the flooding plains, leaned against a tree as a Mon Calamari eyed the platform from a knelt down position in the mud, and a fellow Mandalorian armed with an Amban. He hadn’t quite said what the future plans were to Kreslin before, but... this might be considered a firm answer.

“I don’t like the look of this. That’s a lot of guards.”

“And that’s stopped us before, Mitu? At least you’re in your element.”

“Both of you, we’re here for a reason. Just cut the chatter and wait for the signal.” The Mando just shook his head, looking through his scope. This wasn’t what he signed up for. Mig looked though his eye, helmet off so that he could see. He knew what was coming either way. Fighting off the dar’manda of the Sith’s Death Watch, and for once forgiveness wasn’t on Mig’s mind. They abandoned their people. Hunted them down. Served the demagolkae (monsters) that slaughtered them! No.... It would take a serious show for Mig to forgive even one of them.

“Jurkad.”

Mig slid his helmet on, nodding to the Amban armed Mandalorian before he and Mitu started running forward. Shot would ring across the plain, and the Alor and Mon Cala had prime chance to get up close, at least it felt like that at first. As they ran, some shots started heading their way.

“Hey! Can’t you reflect them back?”

“How many times do I have to tell people I’m not a Jedi?” Mig shook just head before watching them get distracted by his flying vod. “Bingo! Hang on.” He would then throw Mitu forward before jumping quickly himself, using the Force to close the gap before igniting his Trayc’kad’s blades, and quickly aimed for one of the Death Watch dar’manda’s openings in their armor. Mitu meanwhile opened up with her spearrifle, taking on one of the younger Death Watch. Meanwhile, one seemed to fall from a bolt to the neck.

 

[Mandalorian Prophet]

O B J E C T I V E : 2​

T A G : Aloy Vizsla ; Kelborn Ordo ; Kreslin Westwind ;@Other Nite Owl​

L O C A T I O N: Above Mount Tantiss, Wayland ​

E Q U I P M E N T: In bio​

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Jac'leru'rizzem stood among the Nite Owls. Initiates and Commandos alike, yet he felt no closer to them than he had his late wife's clan. Even though he stood wearing her armor, reforged as his own, he still didn't feel he was a Mandalorian. Was he here to protect his Vod, as they were called? Or just here to get more Sith blood stained on his blade? The later was for sure, but the first? He did hope, deep down, that he could consider them his brothers. That his training and life as a Chiss Agent hadn't completely deadened him inside. That loosing Beth hadn't ruined his chance to be a good father.

He would say it was Mand'alor's call that pried him away from his twin children. Learning that they had survived, that they still lived and were healthy and happy, it brought him back from the brink. But to say it was him trying to hold to the tenants he had only recently swore himself to would be a lie. The Sith still had taken their mother from them. And his rage was far from sated. He stood apart from the others. He hadn't learned how to fight alongside them yet, so he'd only be in their way, or them in his, if they went in together. A firefight was not the place to learn how to read a squad.

Then the drop.

For all his anger, there was something freeing about the free fall as he dropped from the transport. Was this why Mandalorians had their jetpacks? So they could feel this free all the time? His red eyes closed behind his visor for just a moment, then the booster kicked on. Clad in Beskar and trained in Chiss combat the Sith troopers he descended upon had no idea how to react. He was brutally efficient, each round of his Charric Sub Machine Gun piercing through the visor of any who stood in his way. They had been trained on how to deal with Mandalorian tactics, had prepared themselves mentally for it.

To see this figure bursting between the group of soldiers so quickly and so seemingly effortlessly picking them off was enough to make it indeed that easy. Even as they lifted their blasters to try and stop the white armored menace they'd already given up in the back of their minds. And they fell, one by one, their helmets punched through and smoking.

Sith troopers weren't his target. Neither was Death Watch. He wanted Sith. The last trooper, the one who could barely lift his rifle found himself brought into a choke hold, helm removed as Cleru pressed the knuckle plated dagger to his throat. "Sith. Where."

He panicked and pointed ahead. He didn't want to die. No one wanted to die. But he did. Cleru punched the dagger in once, shredding his throat before he was left on the ground by the Chiss. Their blood was what he truly wanted.

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[Aerith Krayt]

O B J E C T I V E 2

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Kelborn Ordo Cleru Kreslin Westwind

Standing among the rest of the warriors, Aerith might have seemed to be a rigid statue, unflinching despite standing straight for several moments, the only sign she wasn't a droid being the 'hiss' that came from her suit venting expended air. The paint job that had been done to it seemed to fit her just fine, blue was her favorite color after all, and the new emblem was....cute to say the least. Speaking of cute, the fiery red head she had met on Tatooine was raising a stir, good ole 'go get em speech'. Not that Aerith needed it. Her hate for the Sith was probably burned into her, and Sith Mandos? Well, she considered it a mercy killing if anything. Nothing but the force's work would be done today. They would be marching down the Emperor's stronghold, and paint a path of blood right through the entrance. It was her kind of plan truth be told. She wasn't one for sneaking around, and given the noise output of her suit, yea, it was probably for the best.

Feeling the ship shift as it reached the atmosphere, there was an energy that took over the drop-ship, muscles getting tense, hands retrieving weapons, and an eagerness for bloodshed took over.

“Jurkad.”

The order had come down for on high, and the warriors were eager to answer it. As the group moved to leap out the back of the transport, Aerith rushed forward, letting herself fall from the back, tumbling as she watched her altitude tick away on her HUD. She could feel her stomach drop, the adrenaline taking over as the sky erupted in fire and blaster bolts. Her right armed whirled, leveling her REC barrel towards a crowd of Death Watch, her jetpack kicking up as she straightened her back, her descent curved as she rained down metal rain from on high, her cybernetics and gun arm working in sync to let every round found it's way home. She was happy to see a trio fall down to her weapons fire as she smashed into the ground, her legs pulling up to make a nice dent in the dirt, her gun arm halting as she switched it to the more up close and personal concussion rifle. The rest of the squad was already pouring down from on high, but she wasn't giving them much attention, her eyes locking on one of her targets trying to get back to his feet. Seeing he still had a trace of life within him, Aerith continued forward, her foots steps quickening as the still breathing Death Watch soldier had noticed her approach.

He turned onto his back, blaster leveled at near point blank range, however Aerith's heel was faster. A quick stomp right at the base of the neck, and the fire within was snuffed out. Seeing that she had scored a pair of kills, she felt a tad vindicated, and this was only the start of the attack. A pair of blaster shots struck her in the chest and shoulder, souring the moment as Aerith turned her gun arm towards them, firing back in response.

Perhaps there was something wrong with her, because this was wicked fun.

 

[Jan Kryze]

Objective: 1
Eqiupment: In bio + pistol
Tags: Velexia Mig Gred River Kryze Radon Krayt Kreslin Westwind

There was two things Jan knew for certain. River was likely going to kill her for this, and that being here sucked. The winds were vicious and violent creating a constant howl that dominated the air. Even with beskar weighing her down she could feel her balance being constantly tested anytime she dared to stand. Thankfully she was laying low in the mud which was now trying to consume Jan as the once ground turned into a thick viscous fluid that Jan was slowly sinking into with each moment she waited for the signal. Right now was one of the few times she was glad she didn't let her ponytail hang and kept it sealed inside her helmet. The flight suit under layer and armor keeping her relatively sealed and dry despite the maelstrom of rain. Jan had to admit that river knew her away around armor and a wrench.

Jan meanwhile between checking all of her equipment and trying fleetingly to keep mud out of her weapons was already picturing the look of disapproval on River's face. She knew full well that River had wanted her to nowhere near any of this yet. Being told she wasn't ready for war yet and that she would get her chance. For Jan though being told no often just motivated to do it anyways and there was also one cherry on top that pushed her over the edge. The pretender looked out towards the chaotic weather in a direction every Mandalorian had their T-visors keenly planted. Through the snarling storm lied the defensive fortifications and more importantly packed into those fortifications were willing servants of the Sith.

As zero hour drew ever more closer Jan could feel her body tense, fidgeting movements grew eerily still and her mind abandon most distractions. There was only the ground in front of her, the ball of fire burning inside her head and the occasional thought to the sith dagger that hang from her belt. Hidden away in a bantha hide roll. Maybe today she would meet the dagger's owner and perhaps make a return. That was the hope anyway.

Jan does one final check on her armor. Patting and making sure that each plate was snugly secure on her person before she hears it.

"Jurkad."​

For most Mandalorians it was call for attack. For Jan they were still but meaningless syllables that rang in her head. Still even if she couldn't understand it, she could see the response of the true mandalorians around her and with that she knew it was time to strike. She rose from the mud with her shield in hand mud dripping off the surface of it. With her beskad drawn Jan charges forward. each footstep sunk a little into the ground the punk kept her shield held up high to protect her face and chest from the blaster fire that was now turning the darkness into a light show. Various bits of the ground around her exploded and now she could hear the muffled sounds of blaster fire reverberate through her helmet. Jan advances her way forward she could feel shots pelt against shield as the impacts performing a symphony of hollow thuds and thunks. Jan briefly notices a Mandalorian that took to the skies getting swatted down by the storm her mind noting her rocket boots wouldn't likely fair any better as a the only conscious thought in a monsoon of chaos.

Instead what occurs to Jan is that with each step forward, every shot that slams into her shield, every streak of wind that tries to blast her one direction or another and every time she feels the mud kicked up from blaster bolts and explosions falling down on top of her she feels lighter, faster and more alive.

With Adrenaline pumping through every blood vessel Jan enters the melee.

 

[Radon Krayt]

Objective 1: Orbital Defense​

Tags: River Kryze Velexia Mig Gred Jan Tracyn ​

Smoke and fire escaped from their jetpacks as the Mandalorians took to the skies. Several among them were hurled back to the ground by gusts of wind or laser fire, but not him. Radon joined the initial strafing run, releasing a hail of blaster bolts upon the Imperial defenders. "Stay on course. We'll blow their orbital defence all the way back to Dromund Kaas!". The Mandalorian clad in blue yelled over their secure channel, only to be shot down moments later as the traitorous Dar'mandas took to the skies themselves.

The two opposing regiments clashed high above the mud plains, beskar colliding with beskar as the warriors crashed into each other. It was pure chaos. Radon couldn't tell ally from enemy and neither could the other warriors by the looks of it.

The gauntlet-blade connected to his right vambrace extended as he chose his target. His eyes were fixed one of the Dar'mandas, preparing to plunge the blade deep between his armour plating. Before he could do so, however, another slammed into him. The impact forced the air out of his lungs and threw his jetpack off course, sending the white Mandalorian back to the muddy plains while still locked in a desperate grapple with his foe. He regained control over his jetpack just in time to soften his landing, but it was far from pretty.

A sharp, white hot pain jolted through his shoulder as he plunged into the cold mud, Dar'manda still on top of him. The Death Watch loyalist raised his own gauntlet-blade, ready to end the Mandalorian clad in white. Radon, however, was quicker on the draw. He raised his left arm, instinctively activating the flamethrower attached to his vambrace. The cone of flames lit the field around him, its extreme heat burning his beskar-clad foe alive.

Once the screams died away and his assailant no longer moved, did he deactivate the flamethrower. Grunting in pain, the white warrior reached for his shoulder. This was truly going to be a memorable operation.​

 

[Shai Maji]

O B J E C T I V E 2

Equipment: Armour in bio | Ripper pistol and particle pistol | EE-5 Particle Rifle

Tag: Aerith Krayt | Aloy Vizsla | Cleru | Kelborn Ordo | Cynthia Solus | Tan'yill Vizsla


This was it. This was why she signed up to join the Nite Owls. A chance at revenge. Shai stood between the other warriors, patiently waiting for the signal while she checked her gear. Her rifle was ready, her pistols were ready, she even packed a few extra explosives just in case they needed fireworks.

She glanced up from her helmet she was inspecting to look at Aloy. She listened to her speech with cold, emotionless eyes. Just like on Mandalore, Shai was anxious. She knew this was going to be a hard fight and that people would be dying. But merely one thought about her home and her clan pushed those fears out of her head. She had to avenge them, she had to make these kriffers pay. Pulling a nervestick from a pocket she took a long drag and blew the orange plume into the gunship before slipping her helmet on. "Ma raised a queen, not a chicken. Let's do this." she growled as she checked her armour's systems once more and waited for the signal.

The green light was given and Shai was one of the first to hurl herself out of the gunship. With her body aimed straight towards the fortress she quickly reached her terminal velocity, the only sound in her ears being her breathing and the radio chatter of the platoon. When they got closer, she engaged her jetpack and slowed her descent to land on top of a Sith soldier. His panicked voice was cut off with a crushgaunt-covered fist smashing in his helmet. With a snarl Shai got up and shouldered her rifle. Using her jetpack she jumped from one stop to the other and managed to drop a soldier or two... but they weren't the right ones. They were simple foot soldiers, not the people she was looking for. "Where the kriff are those cowards?" she growled into her commlink as she looked around. The gun emplacements caught her eye and made her smirk. "Aloy, I got a few thermite grenades in my pouch. You want me to take a few of these guns out or do we just push further in?" she asked her as she eyed the weapons beside her.

Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention, causing her to raise her weapon at... one of them. The trooper's blaster managed to fire but the shot merely bounced off Shai's chest. She quickly returned the fire and slammed a hole into his gut. "Found one." she quipped, firing a few more rounds until the Dar'manda stopped twitching. She stared at the mangled body for a moment before pushing on.

Almost every single person among them had a debt to settle. She just hoped there was enough of the cowards for them all...

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

O B J E C T I V E 2​

T A G: Kreslin Westwind | Kragr Krayt | Shai Maji | Cynthia Solus | Cleru | Kelborn Ordo | Aloy Vizsla | @Any Nite Owls or those interested
L O C A T I O N: Above Mount Tantiss, Wayland
E Q U I P M E N T: In bio
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The roaring of the dropships engine could be heard through its walls, while inside, silence was most apparent between the thirty or so Night Owls that was quickly closing in on their objective and the right drop altitude. To the recently initiated mandalorian of Clan Vizsla, it had strong similarities to the moments before a fight. The moment where you went into yourself and shut out all the distubrances that was the outside world, preparing yourself to perform your best. This time without the help of the spice. Even if she knew it would give another edge to her performance, she had to refrain from it, for Red.

"Listen up!"

Her partners commanding voice filled the cabin and broke the silence with an encouraging speech. They all listened up attentively as the alor of the Night Owls filled them with courage. Blue stood among the vod in the front, quietly resting her gaze on Red through the transparisteel visor of her buy'c. Red, or Aloy, was good at this. She was... the best.

“Jurkad.”

The stern order came through the speakers of the ship and the cabin was drenched in red flashing light, signaling that they had reached their drop position. Those of the vod that had not yet put on their buy'c did so and weapons and equipment were checked to sit tight to the wearer as they fell through the air and into battle.

With a resolute bolt forward, Blue went for the ramp and leaped out of the dropship soon after Red. Like a drug, the jump made adrenaline be ejected through her veins. The ground and fortress presented themselves and came closer as the group of Night Owls exited the clouds. Battle was imminent and she was ready to follow the resol'nare and do her duty for Mandalores continued survival.

Blue pushed her feet down as soon as the HUD gave her an impact warning. Activating the rocket propulsion in the boots, she slowed her decent and, as well as many others, landed on a Sith trooper targeted in mid-air. With a loud thud, the trooper hit the ground face first with her crouching on top. She could not be sure if she had broken anything in him. She probably had, boots hitting his head and shoulder. It mattered less, as she drew the kal dagger from its sheath and with a swift move cut his throat open.

In one fluid motion, she stood up and drew the blaster pistol, gunning down what guards and troops that was closest to her.

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[Kelborn Ordo]

O B J E C T I V E : 2

T A G : Aloy Vizsla ; Kreslin Westwind ; Cleru
L O C A T I O N: Above Mount Tantiss, Wayland
E Q U I P M E N T: Durasteel armor, personal shield, jetpack with missile launcher, targeting matrix/tactical agent, Mandalorian battle gauntlets, Westar 44 blaster pistol, DC-17 Modifiable blaster rifle, Verpine shatter gun, many explosives.


One drop ship. Three missions. Cooperation. The concept was as new to the aged warrior as was the emblem he had allowed to be painted on his pauldron. Before that day, his own brand of Mandalorian had been all he and his followers knew. Now he had been absorbed into a large and multifaceted congregation of vod. He didn't regret it. They seemed to honor the code enough. Even if he felt out of place when mustered as an initiate, his lifetime of experience and study as a Mandalorian exceeding the lifetimes of several of those around him, it was good to enforce the growth of his code through a force that had real vector.

A smile from the old zealot was rare. Still, when the Mand'alore made her speech. He had waited half a century to hear such a thing from such a voice in person- or at least over comms in real time. He had found recordings of ancient Mand'alores and listened to them. A few pointers came to mind, but those would have to wait, if they were ever given at all. Buy and large, the exposition did it's job. That last command before the door dropped was rousing in and of itself. This was it. It was not the start for Kelborn, but it was the beginning of act two.

The executioner, the loner Chiss, and the sister in unique heavy armor were allowed to go first. Capable brothers all. Theirs was the same mission- to end the Watch. Heretics. Those who had twisted the code. Kelborn had known the temptation in his lifetime but had always resisted it. To twist the code was worse than openly defying it. A disease. It had to be purged. It was an honor to be among those doing the purging. With deliberate steps, boots clanging against the floor, he approached the edge, tipped forward, and fell.

Chill, wet wind whistled by the black and gold helmet, the HUD behind the visor nonexistent for a moment as its tactical agency software booted up. Just a clear view of the impending battlefield below, and the clouds above it. The scene was perfectly peaceful, not despite the battle, but because of it. This was Kelborn's purpose. The thunder of the AA guns was a fanfare. The pop of the flack a plume of ashen flowers. The rain trailing his visor the tears of a happy lover welcoming him home.

The HUD flicked on. Green lines of cover and red dots of targets. And many blue triangles for allies. Dropping near to last meant that the ground directly below him was already cleared. There was no rush to touch down. He could support his brethren from above. Jetpack suddenly arresting his plummet, he drew the DC-17 weapons platform from his side and attached its grenade launcher. In quick order, he loaded and fired four explosives, summarily obliterating four separate roof-mounted hard points. Exchanging the grenade launcher attachment for the blaster rifle before returning it to its holster. The jetpack cut out and Kelborn landed, doing a shoulder roll to cover as he drew his Verpine shatter gun. Three sith troopers came around the corner and were met with a torrent of solid fletchets.

An alert on his HUD. Targets acquired. The Death Watch had come out to die. The shatter gun was reloaded and stowed. Out came the DC-17 and a set of detonators. Quickly, Kelborn placed the detonators at every possible approach route in his area, rigging them to a trigger on his gauntlet. He then covered a tactical fallback as he joined up with the other Night Owls. Vode An. They fought better together.

 

[River Kryze]

Objective: Eliminate Weapons Platform.
Equipment: In Bio
Tag: Kreslin Westwind Jan Tracyn Velexia Radon Krayt Mig Gred

She wasn't embarrassed about her little fall, seeing several other warriors experience similar problems, but she was very much curious. Finding a diminutive sized woman arriving to her aid, River's first thought was that Jan had snuck onto the battlefield, but no, Jan wasn't that short. She sincerely hoped that the Union wasn't using child soldiers while she wasn't looking.

Being asked if she needed any help, River shook her head, pointing towards the minature light show in the distance; the Sith stronghold. "Thanks for the assist, damn storm is giving us hell." Seeing the faint glimmer of the metal in the distance, River now had a target for her charges to be place. These structures were what Death Watch were using as bases in this glorified swap, the staging grounds for their orbital weapon system. The explosions that lite up the sky indicated that this fight was just the start, and until they really gave the bastards a what for, this bog would be filling with bodies soon. "I got myself a few charges here, and I need somewhere nice and dry to put them. I think those silos over there will do nicely." Finding her particle rifle was no longer with her, River grumbled and drew her pistol instead. Catching details on the woman before her, River found she wasn't quite Mandalorian. Mercenaries perhaps? She must have missed that memo. "I'm not sure what group your with, but if you'd like to help, I wouldn't be opposed." Ideally, River would have liked to have a squad with her trying to push for this. But that was a luxury that not all the other warriors had. Sloughing forward, several blaster shots boiled up the mud around her, fellow Mandalorians crashing back to the ground or landing hard as blaster fire or strong winds brought them down. It looked like something out of a nightmare.

Kicking on her Jetpack, she straightened herself out, curving her body forward this time like an arrow, flying straight ahead through the mud and rain that came down hard. This time she managed to get a great deal farther, closing in on metal platforms up ahead, until a blaster shot nailed her in the shoulder. To River's fortune, the shot was soaked up by her mesh suit, but the force of the blast sent her into a spin, causing her to smash into the earth, her body kicking up a streak of mud in her wake, but consciousness was still with her. Coming to a rolling stop, River found a Death Watch agent leap for her, Vibro blade out as he brought the weapon down to impale her. Reactively, she raised her arm, the blade knocking against her plated forearm, as she reached out with her left arm, spraying the man down with an icy spray of Carbonite. He screamed as he breathed in the vapors that slipped in through his visor seemingly cracked from a past engagement. With her attack stumbling back, River panicked, firing several shots into his body, continuing to do so after he hit the ground, body quivering in the mud. Falling back, desperate to catch her breath, River let out a call on the coms. If the others could just get in closer they could wrap all this up. They had the numbers, or at least she figured they did. "This is Kryze, angle yourself into the wind with your jetpack. The closer we can get onto them the sooner this will be over." Having used what little breath she had on a PA over the comms, she sucked in a deep breath, rolling back onto her feet, only to feel a sharp pain in her right arm; the man's vibro blade had sliced into the bend at her arm. Fething fantastic. Grunting, River pushed forward, pistol held tight as she fired at the shifting shapes in the rain.

 

[Raya Krayt]

The days leading up to the operation had built up a sense of anticipation in the Mandalorian who viewed the dominion as a way to let off some steam and enact vengeance on those who had betrayed them but the best part was that it would allow her to spend time with her friend, Talo. It was much needed respite away from the stresses of being Alor and having her clan watch her every move but now she was free to do as she pleased, away from the watchful eyes of her clan and she felt comfortable enough with Talo to not feel under scrutiny.

The pair knew each other very well so Raya felt confident about their chances of success and regained the natural confidence she often lost around other clan members. Being with Talo also meant she didn't have to take herself as seriously as she did around others. She was thankful she was given the opportunity to work with him as she had no reputation to uphold with him.

The weather was miserable but didn't dampen her mood. She sat against a wide tree outside a nearby outpost, placing poison darts into her vambrace casually, while waiting for the signal they wanted. "Darts are quiet. We can take people out more covertly without alerting others to our presence with blaster fire but it'll be hard." She told Talo. It would take an extreme amount of stealth or speed to pull off.

"Jurkad."

The command didn't prompt the Mandalorian to act as her task was not as high intensity as going into battle. Behind her, a fair distance away, a minor commotion could be heard as some of the enemies scuttled away hurriedly to get to where they were being called to. She closed the dart panel of her vambrace and folded her arms, seeing no need to rush. Their allies would provide a valuable distraction for them to allow them to enter the outpost without too much resistance.

After a few minutes, silence fell behind her aside from the drumming of rain on the ground so she pushed herself onto her feet and indicated with a head gesture for Talo to advance with her. She cautiously approached the outpost which looked semi-abandoned by those who had rushed into battle but caught glimpse of a metallic helmet reflecting in the light outside a door and immediately put her hand out across Talo's chest to push him back and against the partly broken wall which wound round the outpost.

Their operation was time limited as they only had so long before their enemies would catch on but with an opportunity facing her, Raya took it. She indicated for Talo to stay put by holding up a finger as gesture since it was too risky talking so close to the enemy. After a few moments of gathering herself, she suddenly emerged from behind the wall and shot a poison dart towards the man at the door in one swift movement. The dart caught him in the gap of his armour and he soon fell to the floor, dead.

She indicated for Talo to join her as they progressed. There was no one else outside in the immediate vicinity but only time would tell what they would be facing inside.

Talo Krayt

 

[Jan Kryze]

Objective: 1
Eqiupment: In bio + pistol
Tags: Velexia Mig Gred River Kryze Radon Krayt Kreslin Westwind

The clouds brought down more then just rain and lightning, as those that took to the skies were humbled by the storm. Jan's eyes stay focused forwards as she sees a blur of white and red tango into the ground. Jan slows down as the calamity takes place in front of her before she sees another Mandalorian in black and red land down with their back to her. A distant piece of lightning illuminates the death watch logo on his shoulder. Seeing her chance Jan charges forward as they begins to take aim at radon. Jan would managed to get a clean shot into the back of the death watch heretic as her Beskad impales them just below the Jet pack. Not even having time to contemplate what she had just done the pretendalorian would be forced to take several steps back as a torrent of flame came racing forward in her general direction causing her skin to singe a little bit in response to the sudden flood of heat.

Hyperventilating and unable to fully get her bearings Jan suddenly feels her right arm get punched as a blaster bolt pings against the beskar plate. Dropping her beskad from the jolt Jan looks towards the source and sees another Death Watch hovering just above the ground. Jan moves her shield into place just in time for it to deflect a shot as a sudden gust of wind unsettles the both of them and sends the flying heretic down onto the ground. Before Jan can get enough of a solid foot on the slippery mud though a piece of whipcord from the heretic wraps around the shield and yanks it out of Jan's grasp.

Jan's eyes widen underneath the glowing green visor as she sees a pistol staring her down. Adrenaline fueling her she reacts quickly activating her left grapple gauntlet. Her shield starts to slide towards her dragging the heretic across the mud for a few meters and throwing off his aim. Meanwhile Jan reaches to her side and draws her sidearm as the heretic disconnects the whip cord from their vambrace freeing the shield to travel towards Jan. Hip firing several poorly aimed shot one gets lucky and finds purchase against the Dar'manda's helmet knocking them out. Jan retrieves her shield and tries to get a single breath before she hears the sound of a jet pack in the air hurtling towards her. Jan looks up and readies her shield only to get slammed into the ground.

Dazed and confused her dizzy vision focuses after a few seconds and sees a Female Death Watch stare at her. The dar'manda's feet planted on Jan's shield which was pinning her left arm against her chest as her right arm laid uselessly to the side. A groan escapes Jan's throat as pain finally catches up to her. The Dar'manda studies Jan intently for a few seconds before commenting.

"Ju'upetav ta'na ade jii?" (The heretics send children now?)

While Jan didn't understand a single word she said Jan did understand completely the heavy amount of condescension in their voice. Her rage flaring up she quickly fires back a response.

"Just try me you hkeek nkulla!" The punk screams back at the Dar'manda before firing off a quick burst from her rocket boots causing Jan to slide across the mud as the Death Watch jumps off her shield. Jan would skid for several meters before stopping near Radon Krayt 's feet who may or may not have been having a much much better time than Jan.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

The Cabur, Cuyan and an escort of corvettes left hyperspace above the world of Wayland. The last time she was here she fought beside the sith with a common enemy. The killer of Mand'alor the infernal. Her blind rage and Ca was the only reasons she survived that fight. Initially she had came to evacuate non Australis clans people. As to no surprise the dar'manda and his spawn forced the star destroyer to stay grounded unable to serve it's purpose. However it was still intact but with no power left. Inside was a moderate amount of astromechs, power droids, and other kinds. Ig-88, the people of House Solus and the Nite owls was already aboard their respective gunships and transports ready to descend down to the world.

Fleet - Objective BYOB

The commander of the Solus fleet Bir Solus stood on the bridge of the Cabur looking down on the world, She could see the scars that was left here before. The destroyed mountain with a large sith base standing from out the creator, close up images showed the city that was scorched. Even the trench carved from a falling destroyer. Her mission was to act as a blockade. A wall to keep people in. With no enemy vessels in the space there was no need to play her card. The Cuyan was a modified Kandosii dreadnaught what had a powerful interdiction field. "All fighter crew are to stand by." She said over the internal coms then swapped to the fleet coms. "Cuyan remain in the back, two corvettes will stay with you, rest of us loose wall formation."

Her head would look side to side through her visor seeing the corvettes move into position, the Cabur would be in the middle of the three corvettes on either side mixed in was the M30-S Krayt Gunships and the C-046 Vehicle transports. "Gunships you are clear to make your decent. Clan Kandosii please hold."

Cynthia - Objective 2

Spoiler: Equipment

Beskar'gam
Multi Weapon
SABR Hœnir
D-13 SMG
Alor's Reach

"Copy that commander." The pilot said of the M30-S Krayt gunship Cynthia was in. "We are making our decent. Once you are clear to jump lights will go green." The co-pilot said over coms since there was no windows. The alor of Clan Solus stood from her seat and moved so the ramp was behind her. "Listen up vod. Our teams will be splitting up for this mission. Strike team one your task is the AA, it is priority this gets taken down so we may bring in walkers. Strike team two, our group will aiding the nite owls on their breach of the fortress, once inside you be braking off in two, a team to remain with the nite owls and one to the shield generator. We have the largest team for this mission as I expect our team to have the largest resistance. Support teams, you will be setting up line of site positions, you will aid our people from afar as well as reporting anything happening on the outside, may that be reinforcements or ships leaving you are our eyes. Lastly Medical team you will be setting up a medical camp at the Hammerhead star destroyer along with a team of engineers. There should be medical droids still in working order engineers your priority is those medical droids then the astromechs."

The gunship began to rumble as it entered the atmosphere. The woman would turn around stood in the middle with mag boots locked, the others would stand in lines holding tight onto the mesh. The red light lit up as the ramp lowered bringing on the loud sound of rushing air. She could not see much as they used the cloud to cover their position, from where she stood could make out some of the other gunships too. Cynthia could feel the gunship level out and knew the light would turn any second.

"Jurkad."​

Said Kreslin's voice over the coms and in that moment the light turned green. Her mag boots would unlock as she dived forwards and rolled to face the opposite way. Her lifeform scanner turned active allowing her to notice Aloy had jumped the same time as her. Streamlining her body the woman darted towards the Nite Owl Alor forming up at the side of the woman. She'd look over and nod before facing the ground again. There was no feeling compared to that of free fall. The air pushed against you and yet like a bullet you'd slice through it.

Not before long Cynthia ignited her jetpack as perfect blue coned flames burst from out the thrusters as she manoeuvred herself to bleed speed for her landing. As she came down her multi weapon was prepared in its gun forum. Her finger squeezed sending out a fast shot that pulverised the person in plastoid armor. Her thumb would flick a switch turning it into the spear configuration and just as she came down the tip would impale the dar'manda next to the one just vaporised.

Jerking the spear from out the body a round would find its self hitting Cynthia in the midriff plate. She felt the impact shock through however it did not phaser her to much as it was not the first time. The spear would fold up as the woman placed it onto her back and swapped for the shotgun that would do more for her now. As the woman in red and gold armor moved for cover she would fire a round into one of the sith death watch. The plastoid plating would shatter along with a spray of blood from shredded skin and deeper. Looking around she saw many now landing.

Clan Solus + Clan Kandosii - Objective Mixed

The mandalorians would listen to the orders given by Cynthia Solus as she gave them the rundown of their tasks once more. There was not a single person that spoke during. They knew what was about to go down and most of them heard about what happened here months ago before they was freed by Clan Solus. A signal of attack came thought the coms. Strike team one and two would leap from their gunships and followed those leading the attack in. It was not till last minuet that AA had began to light them up. Although their rushed firing did not land them many hits.

Strike team one darted towards the AA landing as close as they could before braking into firefights for control. Strike team two would join the forces for the main assult. Blaster fire traded back and forth, Explosions of grenades momentarily lighting up the dark plateau with orange bursts of flames. "Support team how long till you are set up." "Pair three and four should be ready in forty seconds." "Copy. You six move up along the left" Rava said pointing to a huddled group that had just landed. She would turn to see the next group. "You guys along the right. Rest of my squad Cover them, then move up as they cover up."

The support team had split off into fifteen pairs with advantage points all around. It would take time for them to reach their positions as they all had varying distances to move. Pair three and four was the first to reach their locations as they turned scopes onto the battle. Between them they would begin taking out the ones that peeked cover that was showing the most threat. Soon pairs eight to ten reached their positions that had a line of sight for a few of the AA turrets. Unable to shoot the ones that was operating them they began to pick off the support crews as the others fought the Death watch.

Unlike the others that had gone straight for battle there was one team left that made a b-line for the downed hammerhead. They knew Cynthia had a plan in mind for the hammerhead downed Star destroyer. Even though it would not fly again without fixing the destroyed engines the ship was still somewhat operational once powered up. They could hazard a guess that it would be turned into a base of some kind for the likes of house solus.

As they came down towards the hanger they would see the field of destroyed terrain, the hanger bay was still accessible and that was where the medical teams would set up. It was not to far from the fortress but far enough that it was a safe place for wounded. It was around a three minuet flight away which was perfect. Corl Solus and Jayda Solus was the lead here. In battles like these it was rare the couple would be together due to their roles. Corl was one of the lead battle medics apart of clan Solus and Jayda was an accomplished mechanic. She would rush off into the ship with the small team she had to begin activating droids. She had been told they'd respond to those of clan solus.

Tags: Kreslin Westwind Aloy Vizsla River Kryze Cleru Jan Tracyn Shai Maji Raya Krayt Kelborn Ordo Tan'yill Vizsla Radon Krayt Aerith Krayt Mig Gred Velexia

 

[Talo Krayt]

Equipment: In bio
Tags: Raya Krayt

Strangely, this was a new experience for the young Mandalorian - while he would say he was roughly experienced in a variety of types of mercenary work. He had never taken part in something as important as this before, something that wouldn't only directly affect not only Clan Krayt but for the Mandalorian Union as a whole. It was nerve-wracking in all honesty, but he remained calm and reserved, showing no signs of it.

The good thing was that his mission would be alongside Raya, someone he trusted uncondtionally and the only person he wasn't afraid to let his emotional guard down to. Stood at the other side of the tree, opposite Raya, the weather was the least of his concerns as Talo sharpened his vibrodaggers while his disruptor rifle rested against the tree bark "So are blades." Talo added, pausing for a moment, adding "Slightly messier though." in a dry quip.

Then came the order. Masking his nerves, Talo wordlessly sheathed his vibrodaggers and strapped his rifle to his back before. After a few moments of waiting, to give their allies enough time to turn their enemies' attention away, the two were off. Approaching, what seemed to be an abandoned outpost, Raya apparently spotted something that warranted enough caution where she needed to halt his advance, covering his back against the wall Talo turned his head to face her and gauge what was happening - holding up her finger, Talo assumed there must have been an enemy nearby.

Quickly, she shot a poison dart off into the distance and soon after Talo would hear a body collapse to the floor. Accompanying Raya to the outpost's entrance, the Mandalorian quickly realised that access was locked, usually he would have just broke the door down or destroy the lock but they couldn't afford to take any risks and alert the traitors right now. Scanning the area, Talo noticed the corpse on the floor thanks to Raya, approaching the body Talo crouched down and patted the traitor's armor for something useful before managing to pull out a keycard. Perfect.

Standing back up, the Mandalorian made his way back to the door and hovered the keycard over the lock panel and with a flashing green light followed by a satisfying beep, the door slid open. Motioning for Raya to follow, Talo took a single step inside before catching his friend's attention by waving his hand and then instructing her to activate her helmet's infrared settings by tapping his own helmet. Doing the same, Talo switched on his with the hope of getting a scope of how many enemies they would be facing - or at the very least, how many would be in their current vicinity.

 

[Scion of Darkness]

The officer retrieved the plain handkerchief from his breast pocket, bringing it up to his forehead to wipe away the beads of sweat that had begun to form across his brow. He moved with a brisk pace, not running, but moving with clear agency and determination. The legionnaires and lesser officers stayed well out of his path, saluting him as he thundered on before returning to their present duties. He ignored them all, the ingrained protocol of addressing a superior the furthest thing on his mind as the reports began to trickle in from across the planet.​

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Mandalorians.​

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A lot of them.​

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He had suspected that this would inevitably happen, especially since Mandalore had slipped from the Empire's grasp. Weeks ago, he had been slipped certain instructions from an unknown high-ranking entity in the Empire to open communications with a certain frequency the moment the Mandalorians began their move on Wayland. As he swept into the communications suite, bellowing at the technicians present to vacate the room immediately, he keyed that frequency in.​

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Falling to one knee, he waited.​

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A minute passed before the connection was accepted and the holoprojectors whirled to life. They created a three-dimensional image of a hooded individual, features all but indiscernible through the grain and distortion. There were far better methods of communication, such as holoscreens, and the officers of the Empire often used them rather than the more outdated holograms favored by the Sith ruling class. However, when dealing with a Sith directly, it was best to acquiesce to their more eccentric tastes. ​

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"The Mandalorians have come?" Asked a clearly female voice.​

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"Yes, my Lord. They are in the midst of their assault as we speak, I fear they will attempt a break-in at the mountain."​

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"Not unexpected," the figure mused, "Give them a spirited resistance, but let them into the base. There are some things that I wish to test." After a moment the figure continued, "Do not sever this connection. I will be taking over your base's security systems remotely."​

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Though he chewed the inner meat of his lip to bloody ribbons at the thought of giving ground to the Mandalorians, he had no choice but to bow to the will of the mysterious figure.​

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"All will be as you require, my Lord."​

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Kreslin Westwind | Kragr Krayt | Shai Maji | Cynthia Solus
Cleru | Kelborn Ordo | Aloy Vizsla ​

 

[Mig Gred]

Tags: Velexia Kreslin Westwind Radon Krayt River Kryze Jan Tracyn

Mig rolled around, trying to grip one of the dar'manda before they hit his blade wrong. Finally, someone who knew what they were doing. Mig smiled under his helmet, not having time to pull his vibrosword before he was charged at. Ok. Maybe he didn't know as much as Mig thought. the armored woman went for a quick punch, and Mig quickly slide away, taking grip of their wrist before throwing them into the ground and breaking the arm. He looked at them, even through his helmet the look of a disapproving glare could seem to be seen. Mitu was ready to strike one of the Death Watch members before feeling something hit the back of her neck.

She looked up, Death Watch looking at her. Great. She was going to become one with the Force now. At least she could see so many of her people again. Her family.... She looked, the enemy having their weapon pointed at her before a flash struck their neck. "Thanks, Var." The Mon Cala would get up, quickly taking aim at a new target.

Back with Mig, another Death Watch had jumped him while he was weaponless. Ok. No more holding back! It was time to end some of this! Mig's hands almost seemed to smoke as mist rolled from them, and the Mando would soon freeze his most recent opponent to the ground. They felt the ice build up, looking at the lightly armored Mandalorian before yelling out.

"You karking sorcerer!" Mig growled a little, with the ice giving him a chance to pull his vibrosword and try to finish this.

"At least I didn't hunt my own people." Mig would quickly go for a strike, using the new weight on the Death Watch's feet to his advantage before just kicking them down into the muck, and freezing more around them. That would work. He then looked around, seeing Radon and Jan as he went up. "Well, any ideas, Vode?"