Dominion Operation Return-MU Dominion of Wayland/Serreco

[Kreslin Westwind]

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Kreslin could not tell the moment he felt the momentum of the fight change. One second, he was leading a successful assault, with the battle all across the field beginning to shift in the favor of the Mandalorian Union decisively. The reinforcements he had brought had surprised their enemies it seemed, and several advancing units of Union forces that had been halted began to rapidly make up for lost ground. It looked as though the Union would be able to defeat the Death Watch traitors without the need of the fleets heavier weaponry.

Then, something changed. Kreslin was a veteran of numerous battles, as both a frontline soldiers and commander. He had come to develop a certain sense for the flow of a battle, a visceral sense of the ebb and flow. Just before the trap was sprung, he felt that flow shift. A moment later, Supercommando and Union forces across the field began to come under attack from unexpected forces. Casualty reports began to flow across through his helmet, enraging the Mand'alor. He was preparing to activate his jetpack and leap down to his forces below, to help them fight this new threat, when the warrior next to him collapsed. Snapping his head around, Kreslin saw the still smoking blaster directly between his eyes, shattering his visor.

The Death Watch assault caught a few of his warriors off guard, but these men the personal guard of the Mand'alor. Even among the Supercommandos, those directly around Kreslin were among the best warriors. The surprise assault lasted for all of a moment, before they leapt into action. Several Supercommandos leapt into the air, using their jetpacks to slam into the descending Death Watch, and sending them flailing off course. Others simply rushed forward, engaging the Death Watch warriors the moment they touched the surface of the weapon. Kreslin turned to face the threat stalking towards him.

Another Supercommando crumbled next to Kreslin, his throat open from a Death Watch warriors Beskad. Before he or the other traitors around him could react, Kreslin was among them. He fired his blaster point blank into the chest of the warrior that had killed the Supercommando, the overcharged pistol searing through the mans armor and sending him tumbling over the side of the weapon. In the next instant, Kreslin spun around, dropping lower to the ground and swiping the legs out from two other Death Watch warriors. One was able to jump clear, but the other fell, hard. Before they could recover, Kreslin was on his feet. He slammed down one booted foot into the exposed neck of the warrior he had tripped, crushing and breaking everything in its path as he stepped forward. He blocked two quickly strikes from his last opponents blade before delivering one of his own, cutting their hand from their body.

He plunged the Beskad through the crippled warriors chest, shoving the dying man away a moment later as Kreslin looked for his next foe, only to find himself in a circle of empty space. Warriors on both sides continued to fight all around him, but a path had seemingly been opened up, allowing for the approach of a woman. For the briefest moment, a pang of memory crossed his mind at the way she moved. That pang turned into a mind shattering blow when the voice, her voice, spoke to him. He froze, rain and blood pouring off his armor as he stared at the woman slowly approaching him, hand outstretched.

The woman whom had saved him from slavery. The woman who had brought him to Clan Westwind, and helped him to become a Mandalorian. The woman he had loved and married. The woman he had watched die at the hands of the Sith when Manda'yaim fell. The woman he grieved for, wept for, and mourned for.

"Galia..."

River Kryze Aloy Vizsla Apollyon The Betrayer Mig Gred Cleru Shai Maji Radon Krayt Jan Tracyn Taa Nul

 

[River Kryze]

Objective: Eliminate Weapons Platform.
Equipment: In Bio
Tag: Kreslin Westwind Jan Tracyn Velexia Radon Krayt Mig Gred Taa Nul Apollyon The Betrayer Aloy Vizsla Cleru

If someone had asked River where she saw herself in ten years back when she was twenty six, she never would have guessed this was where she'd be. Battered by winds, and harried by Death Watch forces, River was struggling to just keep herself stuck to the side of the metal structure. A single Death Watch commando atop the structure had it out for her though, as the pair went back and forth exchanging blaster shots, but lucky for him River wasn't a crack shot. But what she was, was smart. Running low on her energy cell, River decided to change things up. Swapping in her ascension gun attachment, River took her aim and waited, and when her Death Watch attacker showed himself, she would have a surprise waiting for him.

When the man showed himself, rifle raised over the railing now, River locked her sights and fired, the result was everything she could have hoped for. The line snaked around the man's neck, tugging him forward, his shot going wide as a result, as he was forced to clamp onto the side to keep himself from going over. Flipping on the reel, River deactivated her magnetic boots, and let the device carry her along the rest of the way; though the storm still battered her against the side of the platform. All the while, her attacker was being strangled, his air being cut off as he struggled to undo the grapple line tightening around his throat. As River neared the railing, she felt her line begin to snag, and the reason was fairly obvious. Her target had drew a vibro knife from his gauntlet, and was cutting into the line, slowing River's accent as the line began to snap. "Feth!" Crying out, her reached out with her remaining arm, wincing as she felt the stinging pain of her gash reignite, though the managed to snake her arm around a railing before her life was cut. Raising her blaster towards the man looming above her, the man quickly kicked it out of her grasp, nearly sending her with it with it in the process. Seeing that she was disarmed, the Commando moved his knife to slash at River's arm, no doubt hoping she would be sent to fall to her death. Lashing back up with the left arm, River ignited her flame thrower, dosing the man in flames as he moved to cut River away from the platform.

The man's screams fell on deaf ears, as River scrambled up the side, her injuries and the rain making it all the more difficult, but regardless she flopped onto the deck, heart beating faster than a Smuggler racing the Kessel Run. Her body decided now of all times to remind her of the pain she was in, a flaring up of aches and burning along her back and legs, sensations that she wasn't all to familiar with, but had to find a way to push past. After all, everyone else was still fighting for their lives down there.

Forcing herself back up, River's eyes rested on the still smoldering body of the man she had just killed, and had to wonder how long before that would be her. Probably not too long now. Having lost most of her weapons now, River was forced to draw upon her last resort weapons. Priming a Satchel charge on her belt, River grasped it in her right hand, and drew her Beskad in her left. She had little to no training with melee weaponry, and given the level of training that these men had, well, she expected it to go badly. Regardless, Kreslin was up here with his men somewhere, and he would be needing some help. Gripping the pressure release on her blade, the hiss of plasma flared up, as the sword began to heat up, steam raising from where the water struck it. The sounds of blaster fire caught her ear from up above, and as such, River rushed towards it, unsure as to what to expect.

Reaching the source of the fight, River found that she had missed out on the fight, or most of it anyways. Standing before her obscured by the rain stood Mand'alor, and another form she didn't recognize. Bodies of post parties laid broken on the ground, the rain pelting the bodies, the wind howling in rage over the site. Exhausted, hurt, confused, and clinging to the hope that maybe this nightmare was over, the charge slipped from River's hand, falling onto the metal floor. Her voice tired, her resolve at the breaking point now. They could put an end to this madness here and now. "Kreslin....I'm here." She sputtered, hardly having the strength to raise her blade against this last remaining opponent, but she'd find a way regardless. Staggering forward, River could feel her energy slipping away, digging into reserves to keep herself on her feet. With the two of them together, this shouldn't take too long.

 

[Arron Starstrider]

O B J E C T I V E: 2
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Tag: Apollyon The Betrayer | Cynthia Solus | @ Other Forces​

So the sheep had finally come, bearing themselves as wolves. Through a burning orange visor, Rath Kelborn watched as Aloy Vizsla and her Owls attempted to lay siege to Wayland. He could not help but smile cruelly under his helmet. He knew of his Lady's trap. Apollyon was not here, and the ruse was sprung.

He scanned the horizon, and took note of a drop team entering into the courtyard. He motioned to some of his fellow Death Watch and lead them into battle. He ignited his jetpack, his squadron streaking across the skies before meeting the Solus team.

He landed in front of the opposers. Unlike his fellow Death Watch, Rath's armor was not marked with red and black marks that mimicked Sith tattoos. His was gunmetal, made of the Sith's new form of beskar: Mandalorian Blood Steel. The armor gave off an unease in the Force, being born of a Mandalorian warrior's blood being infused alchemically. It was the perfect steel to hunt the Forcies among these Mandalorian Unionists. Like the terentak of Korriban, the darkened steel offered a level of resistance to the Force.

Rath chuckled darkly, looking at the rabble that dared to invade their stronghold. "Cynthia Solus. And your little clan of sheep pretending to be wolves." is gravelly voice seemed to seethe with murderous intent, "You know. All of this could be prevented if you swear loyalty to Lady Apollyon."

He reached to his side and pulled and object off of his belt. A lightsaber like weapon. He held it and ignited the weapon. It produced a Darksaber-like, pointed blade. But instead of black like the original, the blade was bloody red.

"Then again, I'm not opposed to slaughtering you as well. Your choice." He raised his hand, his soldiers raising their weapons.

Regardless the outcome, he was going to relish the fight...

 

[Apollyon The Betrayer]

O B J E C T I V E: 1
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Tag: Kreslin Westwind | River Kryze | Arron Starstrider |​

<"Galia...">

<"Kreslin..."> She sounded... Pained? Why? Even she couldn't understand it. She'd spent years looking for this man, Goded by the sith at every turn, Reminded to hate this man for leaving her... And yet now that she was here, Now that she had heard his voice, It was like finding a missing piece that she longed to find for so long...
No, No! This can't be right.

Slowly, She withdraws her hand, Instead reaching up to remove her helmet, Holding it to her chest in both hands, Her sky blue eyes slowly flickering open to stare at Kreslin with a look of sorrow, But firm disappointment. Like a vod confronting vod on the wrong side. Outwardly showing strength, While the storm slowly drowned her inside.

"I've been looking forward to this a long time... Watching, Waiting, Planning, Gathering Death Watch to my side."

"I thought I hated you. For leaving me to die all those years ago. But now that we're here, A small part of me regrets that you're on the wrong side of this war, Husband."

It was right then that she noticed the bronze armored woman approaching, Clearly exhausted but holding up her plasma-lit blade nonetheless.

"Kreslin... I'm here."

"Hmph. Calling the Mand'alor by his first name? Have I already been replaced, Husband?" She sighs, Sliding her helmet back on, The visor coming to life with a golden glow that started at the both of them with the same burning rage it had before that brief moment.

<"No matter. You will forfeit your Title as Mand'alor in honorable combat Either now, Or after I teach this woman what happens when you get too close to my husband. Which will it be?">

She raises her hand again, This time point her own Beskad at Kreslin, And then slowly rolling her arm to face it towards River, Her burning visor still staring directly into the Mand'alor's.

All the while, Her men were embroiled in the chaos below. The union was making ground on the flank, True, But if she had her way tonight, She would claim the title of Mand'alor, And the union would lose this war, No matter the outcome of this battle.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Tan'yill Vizsla | Cynthia Solus | Cleru | Aerith Krayt | Shai Maji | Hastor Trosk | Kelborn Ordo | Arron Starstrider | Voice of Darkness |

Aloy lands right outside the main entrance, Kicking up dust as her damaged but still functional repuslorpack and the shock absorbers in her claed cybernetic leg cushions her fall. The entrance seemed clear, As Cleru had already snuck in and begun eliminating sith troopers , And soon more and more Nite Owls begun landing behind her, Like a flock of predatory birds all descending on what was about to be their feast.

Cynthia Solus Was one of the first, Blasting her way through the courtyard with a shotgun. Damn, No wonder Stardust married her..."ALOY! Heavy support incoming. Clan Kandosii will─" A body collapses just behind the Alor of House Solus, Distracting the both of them for a brief moment.

"Anyway Clan Kandosii will be down shortly with walkers. They will help mop up the rest of this trash out here. Till then I will hold the door way. I believe you have more important things to attend to."

<"Understood! Thank you, Solus."> She says to Cynthia, Staring from behind the cold black visor. Though emotionless in her outer shell, The brief silence told of an understanding, That Clan Solus were now brothers and sisters in Arms to the Vizsla, No matter past differences. Ther support of House Solus had changed the way the Nite Owls would operate from now on, Spearheading assaults like these with a clear focus, Unburdened by the fear of covering multiple fronts thanks to Clans like Solus and Kandosii. With that understanding in place, Aloy turns away to pick up a stray particle carbine, Holding it by the barrel as she marches up to Tan'yill Vizsla who had just arrived in much the same manner as Solus, Fighting her way through the courtyard to Aloy's side, Reminding her of one of the many reasons she loved the Twi'lek.

"One more time into the fray, huh love?"

Aloy marches right up to Tan'yill, Giving the Twi'lek a reassuring pat on the shoulder before pulling herself in closer, Placing the dome of her helm against Tan'yill's, The famous Keldabe kiss that told of the deep connection between lovers of the Mando'ad. And Tan'yill had certainly owned both Aloy's love and the title of mandalorian.

<"With you at my side? Always.">
She couldn't help but closer her eyes for a brief moment despite the blaster fire behind them, Stray shots even hitting the wall high above her As she stood there, Enjoying one last respite before they pushed in. Soon they will have cleared this cursed fortress of imperial presence. Soon the war on Death Watch will be over, And they will have Apollyon.

Receiving word from Cleru , She begrudgingly let's go of Tan'yill, Exhaling slowly, Releasing a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding, And lifting her finger to the commlink on her helmet as she marched back towards the gathering Nite Owls.

:" This is Cleru from within the base. I see a way to get up and above the enemy. Will proceed to take a sniper's watch and look out for you down below. ":

::"Affirmative Cleru. We're rallying at the door and clearing the lower levels shortly, We'll meet you at the top. Good work in there Vod."::

With that done, She turns one last time to look at the chaos behind, Noting Aerith Krayt and Kelborn Ordo 's handiwork as they tore the Death Watch Traitors apart. She was proud to command warriors of such zeal and prowess. But she could only ever dream of being worthy of the warriors that fought for the cause Darsch Vizsla had entrusted to her.

Spoiler: (Sheb kicking music)

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<"Rallymaster, Prepare the Owls for CQB and lob smoke. We'll use thermals and hit the first line of defense before purging the fortress of traitors and sith dogs!"> She orders a crimson painted Nite Owl commando next to her, Who immediately sets about preparing her troops to breach the fortress.

::" Hastor Trosk , Kelborn Ordo , Aerith Krayt , Your job's done, Return to formation, We're purging the halls and we can all go home.":: She comms the remaining Initiates outside of the group, Preparing everything the Nite Owls had to see this war end here and now.

The Rallymaster returns shortly after, Her men having been stacked up on either side of the doorway. <"Commander. My team is set, When do we strike?">
<"On my mark, In five."> She nods to her rallymaster and moves to join the first ones through, Loading her carbine and Activating her thermal vision, As did all the Owl commandos who had thermal vision built into their standard issue helms.

She nudges Shai Maji in the shoulder on her way past <"Hit the tread or more likely, Take one of our sets when we get back home. And I Will see you back home, Right after we avenge Clan Loc.">

<Now get ready, On my mark in five...">

<Four...">

<"Three...">

<"Two...">

<"Breach! Breach! Breach!">

The rallymaster and her commandos throw a mixture of smoke and flashbang grenades into the doorway, Stunning and blinding imperial troopers and a few death watch warriors before Aloy and the Rallymaster simultaneously swerve around either corner, Gunning down thermal signatures through the smoke with Aloy's burst-fire particle carbine and the rallymaster's double heavy blaster pistols as they advance slowly down the hallway, All the while Owl commandos move in behind them, Ducking into interior doors and clearing rooms in a constant lightshow of blaster fire, Each member of the "Audience" falling with a sizable particle hole through their blackened plastoid armor.

Wayland belongs to mandalore.

 

[Jan Kryze]

Objective: 1
Eqiupment: In bio minus shield
Tags: Velexia Mig Gred River Kryze Radon Krayt Kreslin Westwind Taa Nul Apollyon The Betrayer

She was ready to take to the blaster ridden skies when she felt something grab her foot. Jan turns her head around snapping as she could feel herself being pulled towards the underground as she turned to look at Mig. Her body was already fighting him though kicking and trying to dig her hands into the mud to slow down her descent. The Mandalorian was yelling at her. Telling her to use her head and she seemed to stop. She looked around gauging the distance to the platform... and the height. Her mind was screaming at her, a frenzied fearful cry, just tearing within. The ball that she kept shoved down was climbing up her chest and was approaching her throat. Every inch it drew closer to coming out it became more and more and more clear. There was no time, like blood pouring out of deep knife wound if nothing was done now then it would be too late. There was nothing to say this was the case, yet it was ironclad fact to Jan. There was no time for caution in her mind. She felt her head shake like she was on the precipice of her entire existence crashing and she wanted nothing more than to open her mouth and scream at the world.

She didn't do that though.

Instead she felt something cold slither into her mind. Everything dying down like a lonely tundra and everything clicked into her mind. Her head was drifting down but now stopped. Turning up to Mig.

"I won't let them take from me again. Besides I don't matter, I'm not even a real Mandalorian." They didn't feel like her words. Her body felt empty now. Yet it acted. Kicking Mig in the chest and pushing him back. Quickly it turned back and entered a sprint before her Rocket boots ignited taking her into the sky. She kept herself low trying to see if she could use the forming trenches and mud hills to help break up the wind. Chaotic blaster fire rained out in all direction threatening a lone bolt to end it all, though that didn't happen. Walker fire and storm troopers and supercommandos all taking the brunt of the attention leaving no one wanting to take on the aimless speck. Approaching the platform she quickly twisted her body up into a near vertical dive, sound but muffled echoes through her helmet, and her mind didn't have anything but a whisper. Just vacant.

She was moving up and rising ready to crest over the edge of the platform and reach the top, her mind not noticing the blaster fire, nor the pain in her left arm which didn't even tickle only. The sight the sky would however, be replaced with a violent jolt. Pinned to the side she sees black and red beskar'gam, and sees a hand flying towards her neck. Her left arm raises to catch it, only to hear a tearing noise as her hand gets pressed to the wall, eyes only now seeing the wristblade that was now driven through the palm of her hand and now is pinned the durasteel. Right hand moves on it's own moving to her back and draws a dagger... the dagger. Hilt grabbed and without a single decision it's now driven deeply through the side of the Death watch bastard, and again and again. Suddenly the heretic's Jet pack activates and they're both shot into the sky and separate. Blood from both of them now falling like droplets of rain.

Jan reaches her right hand out, uncertainty if she will actually catch something or not. Moments hang in suspension before her right arm and chest catches on a railing. She quickly hooks her arm around it and dangles from it. Her feet uselessly flailing in the air right now. Every muscle tightens and stresses to keep her from losing her grip all trying in vain to pull herself up. She looks forward, and freezes. She sees River, and two others. Her mind goes blank as she now has a front row seat for what is about to unfold.

 

[Mandalorian Prophet]

O B J E C T I V E : 2
T A G : Aloy Vizsla ; Kelborn Ordo ; Kreslin Westwind ; Aerith Krayt ; Shai Maji ; Tan'yill Vizsla ; Kelborn Ordo ; Cynthia Solus ; Voice of Darkness ; Arron Starstrider ; @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

It was a pretty quick trip to the top of this place. With the other Nite Owls now making their way through most of the attention went there. The few troops who noticed him were met with the same expert shots he'd shown their comrades upon their arrival. Up and up until he found a doorway near the top that let him exist. He stepped out into the light of day again, staring up at the sky. What here his kids doing right now?

Such an odd thought to have now.

His gaze turned down to the blasts of laser fire going on below. The Chiss crouched down, reaching into his pack to start pulling out parts of his blaster. Dismantling his Charric to rebuild it into something better suited for this distance. He promised over watch, and he would deliver.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Fleet - Objective BYOB

| Cabur | Cuyan | Corvettes

With everything now into play Bir watched the tags as they entered the castle in the crater. Even the the vehicles was now deployed. "Activate the gravity well generator. There will be no escape for dar'manda today." He said over the fleet coms. "Sir what if any ships try to enter the system." "Then they will be inspected or disabled." He knew his blockade would hold against an attack, the Cuyan was a formidable castle the Cabur was a lance that could pierce most ships in a single attack since its recent upgrades. The capital composite beam could easily carve a hole straight through a star destroyer. Then there was the covets which was a well rounded combat vessel good for taking out the pesky smaller ships.

Cynthia - Objective 2

Spoiler: Equipment

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

Fighting - Arron Starstrider

As Aloy and the rest charged in to purge the fortress Cynthia, IG-88, Sab, Cinder, Cas, Dume, Kad and Jaick kept the dar'manda from entering. Endless streams of gunfire entered and left the main entrance. "IG see that cover there think we can pull it over here. It does not look bolted down and must've been placed just before the battle." "I do not see why not." The tall slender droid said in its cold voice. It was ironic that IG was with her today. This world was the one they had escaped months ago during the invasion of Clan Australis. Since then the unit has become part of the clan and undergone mandalorian modification with a Clan Solus touch. Since she had little to do during recovery working on the unit was a good distraction. Even if it did take some persuasion. "You six keep the door locked down and keep us covered. We have snipers out there that will help."

With a nod the Alor of Clan Solus and the IG unit rushed out to the cover and ducking behind. "You pull I shoot." The droid gripped tight and began dragging the metal cover across the surface. Even with the sound of blasters one could not ignore the grating sound that was coming from the move. Cynthia aimed high as a jet packer came flying above. She let off a shot from the alor's reach creating an explosion from off the black armor sending them into the building dead. As she looked back down she saw a thermal come her way landing to the side but in a position it would take herself and IG out. Without a second thought she rolled scooping it into her hand and threw it in a random direction. The blast still sent her back as it did not get far but enough that it was just the shock wave's impact.

As the woman stood back up, IG had already dragged the cover to the door which the others was taking care of. However she caught the sound of a jetpack landing behind her. "Cynthia Solus. And your little clan of sheep pretending to be wolves." The gravelly voice spoke out cutting over the sound of the gun fire. "You know. All of this could be prevented if you swear loyalty to Lady Apollyon." Cynthia turned around setting her fiery orange visor onto the man. She'd watch as he pulled the saber from off his belt. "I follow my own path, and that path is with the mandalorian people and importantly my people. I have no idea who this Apollyon shabuir is, but if she is your leader then I don't give a flying kark."

The blade had ignited as she spoke giving off a poor imitation of a red dark saber. "Then again, I'm not opposed to slaughtering you as well. Your choice." "I accept your challenge dar'manda." She said putting the Alor's reach away and taking out her multi weapon. As it left its sheath in sword forum the blade would ignite on fire and change into spear for. With a spin in her hands Cynthia began to slowly step by step close the distance. "Bring it on." Under her buy'ce Cynthia smiled.


Clan Solus + Clan Kandosii - Objective Mixed
M30-S Krayt Gunships, C-046 Vehicle transports, Arachnid-AT x3, Yoma-ABx2, Claymore Tank x4

Rava's squad - Take down shield generator

The team had rushed down lower and lower towards the shield generator. Rava's unit had been equipped with Scatterguns and automatic handheld blaster pistols for the CQC. So far she had lost two people to injury with another three helping them back to the door ready to be evacuated. The unit came up towards the largest corridor they had seen so far. It looked as if it was made for large equipment to move through. Which was a good indicator that they was close. As she peeked the corner Rava immediately spotted a whole force. "Flash then smoke." She said quietly as two of her squad moved.

They'd toss the canisters down. First came the bang and then the hiss of the smoke grenade filling the hallway. "Fan out and take cover. Stick to the sides." Rava said as the woman rushed to the far side taking cover behind boxes. She'd begin firing her pistol as red bolts traded sides. When she peaked a second time, her hand caught the repulsor activation button. That was enough to give her the idea to move the cover. Some of the others did the same. "Form a wall!" Rava commanded as they moved side to side. It gave them all ample cover to move forward with.

AA acquisition teams -

Delphine fought through the pain in her shoulder as this time she jetpacked closer to the gun. Her squad had the enemy surrounded and there was less on this platform unlike the one below. She would drop her rangefinder as it locked onto the mounted turret being operated by the enemy. With a whistling roar a small rocked launched from her back and arched harshly blowing up the weapon and person operating it. The others would fire almost in synch taking out the others. Wasting little time they took over the last set of AA on this face of the building meaning the approaching transports and medical evac had less to worry about. "Turn the AA onto the enemy."

Clan Kandosii -

The crews fell into their position's inside the vehicles. "Alright vod, Two tanks stay with the artillery, rest of us advance" Alor Rhek Kandosii said as he took the drivers seat of the lead walker. "Artillary if you are able target the AA on the left face. Walkers I want you blasting that hanger bay up there, let's get that sealed off. Tanks use your turrets to keep those flyers off us." Each step was loud as the large metal feet lifted and raised. Unlike most walkers he had worked with, this one was speedy. As its main mass driver cannon fired the whole vehicle shook. Rhek watched the shell and then its impack sending debris scattering. There was also the blue beam from the artillery. By the looks it had just caught the corner of the building causing an explosion and part of the side to fall away. However it exposed the AA emplacement it was aiming for even more.

Medic's and engineers -

Corl and his medical team had finished setting up as the first group came in from the crash. There was a few been bought in on stretchers. "Lets get busy people." He said as he moved closer. One patient had a large piece of shrapnel sticking from out his thigh. "Nurse get me towels, bandages, suture kit, forceps and anticeptic." Corl ordered as they moved the patient to a mobile bed. As the equipment he needed was rolled over he would clean his hands and gloved up as some of the other nurses worked at removing the thigh plate and the armor weave to make the wound site more accessible. He'd first clean the area with antiseptic. "Now look this is going to hurt a lot." He said as he pulled the piece out. The patient would scream out in pain. "Nurse press the towel over the wound. Stuture kit please." Like a unit they moved with efficiency. "Lift." As the nurse lifed he quickly assessed and confirmed that the site did not need much more than stitches, cleaning and bandaging.

The application of bacta would be handled afterwards until the supplies was located on the ship and checked for its usability they was on limited supply and would go to the most desperate. Corl began sowing up to wound and closed it up. It had taken time and the other dr's and nurses was doing well. "Nurse can you finish this off with a clean and bandage please."

Jayda gained access to the reactor where there was more droids inside. She would quickly move to one and powering it up. Unlike the droid she met before this droid was bipedal and not a type she had seen before. "I am Jayda from clan solus, I need your help powering the reactor back up. Can you guide me as you take the main console" "Very well." the droid said as it began walking towards the main console. "You will first need to press the reset button located above the small leaver. The button should be next to two red ones above it should say reset."

"Got it" She said pressing it. "Now you need to pull the leaver up till you hear a click." She would pull it up as it slid smoothly clicking into place. The droids console would light up. It began pressing buttons in a sequence. "As prep for full power up, you will need to do the same for the other three." The woman would waste no time moving from one to the other able to quickly do the task after knowing what to do. "Make sure not to send power to the engines, life support or other non essential systems the ship ain't going anywhere." From there the droid had now diverted power across the ship.



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

 

[River Kryze]

Objective: Eliminate Weapons Platform.
Equipment: In Bio
Tag: Kreslin Westwind Jan Tracyn Velexia Radon Krayt Mig Gred Taa Nul Apollyon The Betrayer Aloy Vizsla Cleru

River wasn't sure what this woman was talking about, but she was certain about one thing, the only person dying would be the witch before them. Given the way she was talking, River reasoned this had to be Apollyon. She couldn't care less how she knew Kreslin, if anything it just showed how unhinged the woman was. She was a clear and evident danger, and she needed to be eliminated. River felt a wave of lightheadedness over take her, the grip on her Beskad slipping, her legs feeling weak. Blood began to trickle down her arm, dripping to the metal platform as it was quickly diluded by the downpour of rain. The pain began to become distant from the scene looming before her, as River could a focus begin to come into play, studying the posture of the other warrior as she limped forward. Steam rose off of her blade, filling the air with a 'hiss' as her blade boiled away the water take came into contact with it. This woman sought to kill Mand'alor, and that just wasn't going to fly for River. With her family now dead, all that was left was the culture they had been raised in, and in a way keeping Kreslin alive preserved their memory as well; and she would be damned if some harpy sought to ruin that. River said nothing to the woman, merely collecting her breath as anger began to take her. For a veteran warrior, such a thing might have provided a degree of focus, but to River, it felt like borrowed power she would need for the fight ahead.

The following moments felt like ages, though in reality, it was only a few sparse seconds. A skilled warrior would recognize their surroundings, study the pose of their opponent, and move to engage. River however, was no skilled warrior. Her nerves were frayed, her body and mind succumbing the the injuries and doubts that were limiting her effectiveness. It was for that reason she charged, taking the first step to begin the battle, and a fool hearty decision it was. Her experience with melee weapons was limited, aside from smacking someone with a wrench, she had little to no training in proper sword play. A loud shout came from her, a scream to ward off the fear and angry that was boiling up inside her, a prayer that perhaps this wouldn't blow up in her face. With a pretense like that, how could it end any differently.

Charging forth, River gripped the blade hard, tucking the blade in, preparing for an upwards slice at her opponent as she trudged towards Apollyon, the adrenaline making her feel as if she was invincible. River would continue her onslaught, striking and swinging, trying in vain to strike at the woman, any blade discipline she might have tried to simulate having faltered by the second swing. With each attack however, River would begin to slow, her body unable to keep going, her body growing heavy, her breathing becoming labored, and her right arm finally going limp as she was left to swinging her blade with only one hand, greatly reducing any damage she might try to have behind her strikes. Eventually, she would tire, any deflection would only increase the rate at which the Corellian lost. She was exhausted beyond words, her body begging for rest, as her first attempt at waging a war wasn't going as planned.

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

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It should not be possible. Staring at Galia, his wife, alive...it should not have been possible. No one could have survived the wound that had been inflicted to her on Manda'yaim, and yet here she was. Not only alive, but standing strong. Not only returned from the dead, but leading the very enemy that had taken part in nearly ending her life. But worse, she led their enemies in killing his people. Mandalorians fought all around them, Supercommandos and Death Watch locked in a mortal struggle. Every second, another corpse struck the roof of the weapon, blood flowing as freely as the rain that drowned out all else.

His head snapped around when River called out his name, his eyes widening for the briefest moment as his train of thought was briefly broken. Suddenly, the rain that was pouring around him was no longer a distant drumming, but the overwhelming roar it was. The cries of the wounded, the ring of Beskar on Beskar, and the explosions in the distant became more vibrant. He had just a moment to register what Galia was saying to him. "Mand'alor...no. No you cannot be Mand'alor. You are killing our people, trying to destroy our future, and return us to the shackles of the Sith..." The words were spoken almost under his breath, more to himself than anything else.

He knew what he had to do, but was he strong enough to do it?

That question was answered for him when River charged forward, a maddened rush against Galia. Kreslin could tell the moment she raised her blade that Galia would kill River. The wild slashes she used against her barely bringing a reaction from a warrior with Galia's experience. Seeing the desperation in River's actions, a woman he had only just begun to speak with, and yet meant something to him. In that instant of realization, Kreslin knew what he had to do.

He leapt forward, dropping in a quick spin kick that took River's legs out from under her. In the same motion, Kreslin spun his body the rest of the way around, bringing his Beskad up to block the strike Galia had been prepared to deal to River. Beskad crashed against Beskad in a flash of sparks, and Kreslin slowly pushed himself to his feet, resisting the strength of the woman before him. Without turning around, Kreslin kicked the side of River's jetpack, activating the unit and sending her flying away from the warzone on the roof of the weapon. Staring into the visor of Galia's helmet, Kreslin made his decision.

A red light briefly flashed across Kreslin's visor, clearing away the water that had begun to pool across it. In a quick flurry of motion, Kreslin disengaged from Galia and came back up in a practiced stance, the Beskad in his left hand resting lightly on his outstretched right arm. "Come...Apollyon. I shall end your reign of terror here..." Kreslin's words cut out with a snarl as he leapt forward, his Beskad singing through the air towards his foe.

River Kryze Apollyon The Betrayer

 

[Apollyon The Betrayer]

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Tag: Kreslin Westwind | River Kryze | Jan Kryze |​

The moment her helm slid over her face, Galia Westwind died once more, And in her place stood Apollyon; Bringer of war. Just as fast as River had struck, Apollyon deflected the first blow, Taking a defensive stance with one foot forward, One back, And a low guard designed to quickly morphe blows and parries from any angle. River kept the warlord on her toes at first, Her frantic strikes were unpredictable, Forcing Apollyon focus entirely on her defense as the beskar blades clashed, Sending hot sparks falling and flashing like the thunderous sky above.
But as time went on, River faltered, Her arms plagued with fatigue as the momentary adrenaline rush began to fade. Apollyon's stance steadily becomes more relaxed, Her confidence holding fast as her foe tires herself out. It was clear that this gold-clad woman hadn't the skill that many of her brethren possessed. But when asked for spirit and fire, Her heart shone true. This woman was a warrior, With a warrior spirit, And a warrior heart, Even if she did not possess a warrior's body. And so, She would die a warrior's death, And ascend to the Manda with her kin, As Apollyon so desperately wished when to do when the time comes.

Spoiler: Cry me a river

(Done with permission from the player River Kryze )

Apollyon raises her own blade to strike, Prompting their foe to raise the energized beskad horizontally, Giving Apollyon all she needed to finish this fight.
In a series of quick wrist movements and tugs, Apollyon deploys her grappling line, The energized whipcord entangling itself around the woman's blade just before she jerked it violently down and to the side, Forcing the golden-clad woman's own blade through her torso in a gap within the armor she wore, Likely piercing the woman's spine among other things. A Brutal kill, But one that may sever her ability to feel the blade long before she dies.

Then she approaches the woman, Putting on hand on her shoulder, And the other over the wound she'd created, Her leather clad hand turning a deep crimson as she stared directly into the woman's visor.

<"You have fire in you, Warrior. You are indeed a fighter like these men, Even if you don't know. All you need is the motivation.">
She removes her blood stained hand from the woman's wound, Lifting the crimson hand up to that golden helmet and dragging her fingers across the dome and over the face of the visor, Giving the handprint a claw-esque appearance, Like some sort of monster had attacked her, Like a wolf leaving it's mark. Or in this case, The alpha was marking River as one of her own. A member of the metaphorical pack, Which she had earned this night through ferocity alone.

<"You are a wolf among sheep, And I will see you on the other side. Die well, Mandalorian.">

And with her rite of passage delivered unto this warrior, She begins gently lowering river to the ground in one hand, While lifting her baskad with the other, Preparing to deliver a single strike to the heart to spare this woman the pain of a slow death, Honorable as it may be. She had earned the extra attention, And a degree Apollyon's respect for what she believed in that moment to be a fellow mandalorian, Even if her idea of a mandalorian had been twisted so.

Immediately after raising her weapon however, Kreslin struck, Sweeping River away and sending the wounded woman flying while Kreslin and herself became locked together by way of blade, Until eventually she was pushed away, Forcing her to take a defensive stance as did Kreslin.

" Come...Apollyon. I shall end your reign of terror here... "

<"Hm. You can try to end it here, Gladiator. But our lives here and now rest in the hands of fate. Just like mine when you Left me TO DIE!">
Without warning, She throws her hand forward, A gout of flame spewing from her gauntlet right at Kreslin as she begins marching forward. Helmet on, Heart off as they say, But in this case, Her heart burnt with vengeance, As would Kreslin this day, She swore it!

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

O B J E C T I V E 2

TAG: Aloy Vizsla , Shai Maji , Cleru, Cynthia Solus , Hastor Trosk , Arron Starstrider , Voice of Darkness, Aerith Krayt, Shai Maji ​

Tan met the keldabe kiss from Aloy Vizsla with equal heart and passion, completely dedicating herself in it for a moment as stray bolts flew past the seemingly inseparable duo. It was a feeling reminiscent from after the final trial on Felucia, as well as after their emotional conversation and confession of love to each other aboard Shai's ship. If they would be hit by the bolts flying past them, it felt like they would bounce off their inpenetrable bond of love and devotion. Blue smiled warmly at the feeling from behind the buy'c, knowing well that Red probably made something similar.

She could not help but frown slightly, as they inevitably needed to tend to the battle at hand. Giving the armored back of Aloy a glance, she realised that this woman had it all, even if she was sometimes unwilling to agree with Blue. Like that time on Mandalore when Aloy had been faced with leading the Night Owls, a great challenge with expectations like none other resting upon you. Honestly, Blue could not see a better person leading them. Her Red met those expectations with unbeatable talent and skill.

As the battle outside were won, Aerith Krayt and Kelborn Ordo being the ones to silence the last dar'manda voices out there, Blue naturally choosed to stick with her partner for the breach. Passing by Shai Maji after Red, Blue gave the shistavanen a greeting nod, glad to have the crazy canine lady with them.

Lined up by the door, Tan readied a gift from her beloved partner; the EE-3 Hybrid Carbine, once modified by Aloy herself. She sat the weapon in scatter mode and waited. Waited for the command that would come very soon.

<Now get ready, On my mark in five...">

<Four...">

<"Three...">

<"Two...">

<"Breach! Breach! Breach!">

A short series of loud bangs erupted, smoke filling the enterance, before the squads of Night Owls entered like ghosts seeing through the thick smokescreen with the help of advanced thermal vision. Tan kept on Aloy's six and pulverised the first target locked on by the targeting system in the ''Dream Sight'' HUD, the powerful blaster sending the foe flying backwards. As the scatter setting depleted the weapon in one shot, she quickly threw it onto her back and drew the WESTAR-35DW Pistol instead, joining the rest of her vode in mowing down the dar'mandas and sith forces. After a couple of rapid shots whining through the smoke, she let go of the two-hand grip and placed the gauntlet vibroblade into the throat of a trooper approaching from the side. The blood squirting from the deep and lethal wound made heat signatures in the HUD before it hit the ground, as did the body of the slain foe.

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[Arron Starstrider]

O B J E C T I V E: 2
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Tag: Apollyon The Betrayer | Cynthia Solus | @ Other Forces​

The Mandalorian watched as Cynthia unsheathed her weapon. A fiery spear, something theatrical. Yet it was a smart choice, as Rath knew she had the reach advantage. He grasped the Bloodsaber, holding it in a ready stance. His visor seemed to watch carefully, planning how to counter her polearm.

His soldiers scattered to go try to and be obstacles to the Nite Owls and the other invaders. This fight was between Rath and the Clan Solus commander. The red blade of his weapon hummed ominously. Its pitch was lower than a normal lightsaber, almost like a spectral growl.

"You call me dar'manda? Funny." He snarled through his helm, "You allowed a weak and decadent girl sit upon the throne of Mand'alor. The Sith only showed us how much weakness has steeped in our people. Only the strong can claim the name 'Mandalorian'."

He rushed at her, blade in hand. He swung it in an arc toward her spear. But instead of its blade, he seemed to purposely go for its shaft. He was going to test her defenses...