Paradise Found, Schutta (Rebellion of Mimban hex)

[ADM. Reshmar]

Cato Neimoidia Orbit
2nd Republic Battle Squadron
Commander - Admiral Jorest


Admiral Jorest sipped from his cup as he read over details of the battles raging throughout the sector and beyond. The worlds of GYndine and Mimban had been hit hard by the traitors [member="Solan Charr"] and Aedan MIles. Now reports of undead were filtering in from Mimban and the news that the fleets of the traitors had ran scared, with their tails between their legs made the old warhorse smile. It had been a good day for the Republic fleet. Now once the battles raging on those worlds were finished the fleet could relax and celebrate their victory. His thoughts were yanked back to reality as all around him the calm environment of the bridge exploded into chaos as warning klaxons began to scream out across the fleet.

"Admiral New contacts, Ships have dropped out of hyperspace right on top of us sir." said the tactical officer as he struggled to make sense of what the sensors were now seeing. Jorest sat his cup on the edge of his chair and looked over the data now coming in detailing the new ships. It seemed the fight had finally come to him. A moment later a massive crescent-shaped ship dropped from hyperspace and sat facing the 2nd battle squadron.

"Dear god what is that" said one of Jorests officers as the IFF scanners attempted to identify the vessel.

"Admiral, we are detecting a massive build up of power emanating from that large vessel" reported one of the officers manning the tactical console. Jorest did not need to be told however. In the distance, the ships was building up some sort of energy field. He watched the field build for a moment then a memory from his days in naval history at the academy popped into his mind.

"Kill all systems Shut everything down now!" screamed Jorest but it was too late for the order. The energy building up was ejected from the massive vessel in the form of a rippling wave of ions. The wave spreading over the ship and out towards the Republic vessels. The wave hit Remembrance spreading around it arching ionic energy like a web of fire. The shielding of the ship began to overcharge as the massive amount of energy began stripping them away shorting out shield projectors and capacitors igniting control panels and causing the many of the massive capacitance banks to explode. Around him the consoles and stations arced white and blue as the massive ion pulse wash its way through the ship. To his left a man screamed as the console he manned exploded in a violent white discharge of energy. Through the ship deck plating became charged in sections of the ship where the shielding had failed electrocuting many as they ran to man their action stations. Jorest cursed out loud as the ion energy dissipated and the realization of his situation sank in. The lights flickered across the ship as the massive wave of energy finished its rampage through the Remembrance. Jorest knew the other ships of his group would have been equally, if not more affected by the wave. He hoped his commanders could rebound and recover and get into this fight.

"Get me a solution on that ship now! bring all guns to bear and let her have everything we can give her!" shouted Jorest. he looked out on the ship that had just slapped his fleet with rage. The ship may be big and that weapon may have hit him and his fleet hard but he was not out of this fight. around him men and women picked themselves up and moved the dead from their stations. The crews of the 2nd battle squadron were the best in the fleet in his opinion and they had been trained well and would answer the call of war.

The Monarch was the first ship to recover from the ion pulse as its what was left weapons batteries came online and it opened up on the large ship before it. Sonn the other ships began to recover power and limited weapons and shielding and joined the fight against the massive vessel. Jorest grinned at the ship in the distance as the tide of the battle would not take a much needed turn in his favor.

"Sire new contacts" said an officer behind hem. The man paused as he looked over th data then turned to Admiral Jorest "Sir A massive fleet has dropped out of hyperspace. IFF is labeling them as the traitor [member="Solan Charr"] fleet." Said the man with a shaking voice. Jorest looked out at the ship snow moving in to surround his force. He thought for a second about how to proceed then gave his orders. "Launch all fighters engage at will!" Said Jorest as the massive fleet opened fire on his force.

"Fire all guns!" said Admiral Jorest as he gave his last order. Around him, fire spread,engulfing his crew for a split second before vacuum extinguished the flames. The shielding of Rememberance failed and fire from the enemy fleet ripped through the ships hull opening decks to space and igniting flamable materials through out the ship. The ships shielding had been damaged too badly to protect the vessel from such an onslaught. In his last moments Jorest could see the ship he once commanded as well as the other ships of his force as they too were being ripped apart. The cold vacuum of space locking his voice, denying him speech as his lungs fought for the air to curse thetraitorr and his fleet. He gasp for air finding none to come and struggled against his primitive mind to fight for air. His fingers went numb and his body old as space ended his life gasping for air in the freezine abyss watching the men and women of his force dye.


Fleet

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Rememberance - Rememberance battle cruiser 2000 meters (Destroyed)

Shields 0%
Hull 20%
Weapons 0%
Systems 0%
Propulsion 0%
Squadrons (2) 60%

Starforce - Noblesse Class Heavy Destroyer 1700 meters

Shields 10%
Hull 40%
Weapons 50%
Systems 20%
Propulsion 0%
Squadrons (4) 90%

Monarch - Centurion Battlecruiser 1200 meters
Shields 70%
Hull 90%
Weapons 60%
Systems 30%
Propulsion 0%
Squadrons (7 of 9) 60%

Townsend - Impregnable Class Heavy Cruiser 740 meters (Destroyed)

Shields 0%
Hull 0%
Weapons 0%
Systems 0%
Propulsion 0%
Squadrons (0 of 4) 0%

Rambler - Impregnable Class Heavy Cruiser 740 meters

Shields 20%
Hull 40%
Weapons 100%
Systems 100%
Propulsion 100%
Squadrons (4) 100%

Gallant - Unity Class Heavy Cruiser 600 meters

Shields 100%
Hull 100%
Weapons 70%
Systems 80%
Propulsion 40%
Squadrons (1 of 2) 50%

Moore - Unity Class Heavy Cruiser 600 meters (Destroyed)
Shields 0%
Hull 0%
Weapons 0%
Systems 0%
Propulsion 0%
Squadrons (0 of 2) 0%

 

[Willam Forlon]

En route to Mimban

Forlon stood on the bridge awaiting the exit from hyperspace. As the starlines turned into the visage of the world of Mimban, Forlon looked out only to see the Republic ships. HE stared at the scene in confusion then smiled.

"Open a channel to Admiral Reshmar I need answers" ordered Willam as he looked once more for any sign of enemy ships. Admiral Reshmar appeared on the screen and explained the situation and his thoughts. Forlon nodded and let the Admiral go back to his overwatch duties with a thank you for you help.

"Colonel, you may deploy your assault forces." Forlon said tot he assault operations commander. The man saluted then walked off the bridge to his awaiting assault force. Forlon looked out one last time at the system before him and the world below. The fighting was still heavy on the world below and he knew the assault corp he had delivered would be much needed. He watched the assault ship to his left flank begin dropping the modified drop pods down into the torrent that was the atmosphere of the world. The massive storm covering as far as the yes could see. He had ordered the pods modified on the trip from Kashyyyk so they would safely reach the surface and the chaos there as the forces of the Republic fought for its survival.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Mimban Temple
Objective: Destroy it
Allies: [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Ithiel Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Darian Beviin"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]

Lusk kneeled down next to a fallen clone holding their hand in their final moments. Pieces of shrapnel from the ship exploding had hit them and now the Isard was bleeding out behind the base of a large tree. Looking down at her he felt her go and pointed his downward in a moment of solace. Taking her hand he placed it on her lap and took her dog tags around her neck. He could mourn later, now was the time to fight.

Grasping his rifle the man stood up and watched as the flood of Republic infantry offset them across the way to try and defend the temple. That was the objective, destroy that temple. And with their evac gone there was a sinking reality that they weren't getting out of here, the fleet battle above them was becoming a lost cause as it would probably relocate and consolidate forces for an attack on another system.

"Keira, make a path. The artillery unit is scrap but the shells are ok. I need you to cover me from enemy fire. Everyone give me your shields." Lusk said as he grabbed the personal shield generators around him and off the fallen.

Running over to the destroyed artillery unit he grabbed the hover cart with the extra high explosive rounds on it before pushing it towards Keira as shots flew around them.

"I'm going to deliver the payload to the objective! Prime charges then get out!"

"COVER ME!!" He yelled as he activated every extra personal energy shield and started the push out into the field where crashed ships and dead bodies lay.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkGnhyWN4Yo​

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The corpse of a soldier, his torso mangled and burst, flew through the air before splattering against the far wall, blood spewing in every conceivable direction as he body tumbled down to the ground leaving a grotesque gore smear on the wall where he had hit. The futility of the marine's resistance had not yet dawned on them, not matter how many bodies he piled up or used as battering rams to shatter whatever pitiful defensive lines they erected to slow his advance deeper and deeper into the orbital station. Currently his hands were tightly coiled around the leg of one of those doomed soldiers, and with a great heave of effort he swung the young man's body around to slam into another soldier's chest, bowling him over with such force that his feet were momentarily higher than his head. He followed through with his momentum to complete a full bodily rotation before he swung the lad up and then swung him down with full force to smash the fallen soldier deeper into the floor until the metal buckled and bent beneath the assault. By the time Carnifex raised the lad's body up again he and the one firmly pushed into the floor were definitively deceased, and he tossed aside the corpse with a loathsome chortle.

"Bah, dead? Is that all you mongrels can muster?"

His mocking baritone carried over the sound of carnage being wrought all around him, but by now the initial thrill of slaughter had died down within him. Now the determined soldiers that defied him had only become a nuisance, a numerical statistic that Carnifex now had to overcome, and where was the fun in such a chore? Was there no one who could stem his tide of terror as it swept through the station? Perhaps the Republic thought such an installation impenetrable, confident that the outer defenses, flotillas, and garrisons could deal with any mundane challenger that just so happened to wander past. But he was more than just some mundane trespasser, he was the Butcher King and where he tread doom would follow. The indignation he felt at not being given a proper challenge filled him with a black rage that bubbled up from his core, tickled past his throat, and manifested out from his mouth as a tumultuous roar that tore at the metal surroundings, lifted up the corpses of the fallen, and sent grown men and women tumbled head over heels as a pulsating cone of sonic hate devastated everything in front of the Sith Lord.

As the blinding anger subsided and the ear-shattering noise settled Darth Carnifex beheld a hall stripped of metal plating and devoid of enemies, all of which had collected at the farthest dead end in a clumped heap of jagged metal, pulped flesh, and broken bone. His vocal cords ached from the display of raw power, yet he still roared out his frustration in the form of a direct challenge: "GRAAH! CAN NONE OF YOUR WORMS STAND BEFORE ME? OR WILL ALL OF YOU BEND LIKE REEDS BEFORE MY MIGHT?"

[member="Sabine Kurtass"]​

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: The Obi-Wan Kenobi, over Gyndine
Objective: Spring the trap on the trap
Allies: [member="Dallen Thayne"] | [member="Thoja Arlos"]
Enemies: [member="Orlong Bann"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Gir shrugged as he spoke to General Arlos, "The usual, war and chaos. I'd be obliged if you would designate some landing zones for our troops to deploy from. I must warn you though, that it might be a bit before we will be able to deploy them, given that we have encountered some opposition..."

Several meters away, Admiral Lod conversed with their tactical officer near a holo-projector, watching the two star destroyers beginning to slug it out.

"They have at least a decent tactician," observed Lod, watching the Knight beginning to twist around on its axis.

The Obi-Wan Kenobi began to orient its prow to face the Knight head on. Doing so, like with most classic wedge-shaped star destroyers, allowed the duros officer to bring the brunt of his firepower against a single target. Dissatisfied with the rate of progress, Lod had authorized all of the ship's weaponry to be employed against the Knight. The massive hypervelocity cannons, pulse turbolasers, heavy turbolers, mass drivers and ion cannons filled much of the space between the star destroyers with massive amounts of fire, leaving several open areas for friendly craft to travel to and from the warship. Doubtlessly, these lanes were also attractive for travel by the enemy's own small craft, which prompted many of the ship's flak cannons and quad lasers to focus on keeping such areas clear of LAATs and Bes'uliiks.

It seemed that both sides had employed similar starfighter tactics, using lighter and faster starfighters and backing them up with heavier craft possessing more firepower. The Typhoons, being somewhat smaller and probably more agile craft than their opponents, broke apart to engage individual Bes'uliiks when the mandalorian formation broke. In doing so, they hoped to eliminate any mass fire tactics that the gunships might employ against them. If the gunships chose to fire en masse, they would likely run the risk of hitting their own starfighters, which were larger than the Typhoons. The Cyclones began to launch volleys of concussion missiles at the gunships before splitting up into flight pairs to engage the gunships. As they did so, the Obi-Wan Kenobi's general purpose warhead launchers began to spew out starfighter-grade missiles aimed at the gunships in an attempt break apart their large formations. Lod surveyed the resulting firestorm quietly, watching the occasional fireball engender itself in the atmosphere as one of the small craft died.

"Tractor the Knight," ordered Lod, "focus all tractor beam projectors on the Knight's port side...."

Since the Obi-Wan Kenobi massed significantly more than the Knight, it seemed likely that the Kenobi would wreck havoc with any maneuvers that the small star destroyer would likely try to attempt afterwards, though there were a number of gambits and tactics that could potentially counter Lod's maneuver. The Republic command crew would watch with interest to see how the mandalorian commander handled such a tactic. Lod cleared his throat.

"Focus Erebus jamming arrays across their hull."

While it seemed unlikely at such close ranges that such electronic warfare weapons would severely hamper the Knight's gun batteries, the jamming would be interfere with any missiles that the star destroyer might attempt to launch. As the two star destroyers and their smaller craft dueled, more Republic craft neared them. Gir listened to [member="Dallen Thayne"]'s message with interest. Statistically, it was true that the Knight was outmatched, making it not a question of if the star destroyer would be destroyed, but when. While he doubted that the mandalorian commander would take the offer, he wasn't sure if there was really a good exit for the Knight with this ordeal. It was possible for the Knight to untangle itself from the Obi-Wan Kenobi's tractor beams to escape, but was the mission worth the cost of continuing the battle? Or was the ship and her crew more important than the battle? He didn't know the answer to that, but the mandalorian commander's coming actions would likely reveal more of his otherwise unknown mindset...


Basic Summary of Actions

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-Obi-Wan Kenobi reorients itself to face the Knight head on
-Obi-Wan Kenobi applies all gun weapons against the Knight.
-Obi-Wan Kenobi attempts to snares the Knight with its tractor beam projectors
-Obi-Wan Kenobi begins jamming Knight's sensors, primarily to offset potential missile strikes

-Republic starfighters move to engage opponents in Close-Quarters combat to counter massed fire tactics

Damage Report
Obi-Wan Kenobi :
Shields: 82%
Hull: 100%

Light starfighter losses

Task Force 710

Spoiler

Obi-Wan Kenobi
-36 Typhoon-class Medular Starfighters
-36 Cyclone-class Bombers

[ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52769-arendal-class-heavy-cruiser/]Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser[/url] Swift Liberty
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
[ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52769-arendal-class-heavy-cruiser/]Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser[/url] Endor
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
[ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52769-arendal-class-heavy-cruiser/]Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser[/url] Allegiance
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
[ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52769-arendal-class-heavy-cruiser/]Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser[/url] Ession Strike
-36 Cyclone-class Bombers

Delphin-class Frigate Iris
Delphin-class Frigate Hancock
Delphin-class Frigate Defence
Delphin-class Frigate Congress

DP-20 Frigate Thrasher
DP-20 Frigate Racehorse
DP-20 Frigate Orion
DP-20 Frigate Fireeater

MC-25 Danios-class Corvette New Hope
-12 Cyclone-class Bombers
MC-25 Danios-class Corvette Restoration
-12 Cyclone-class Bombers
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Mimban Sun
-18 Whirlwind Interceptors
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Mimban Star
-18 Whirlwind Interceptors

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
Gear: War Armour
Personal shield
Sith Amulet
2x force breaker grenades

She had finished studying him, it was time to confront him. She thought inward and expanded herself, and molecular level she split up and phased. She then stepped through the wall, and breathed out. As she did she dephased herself, and the breath helped her regain her energy. This was just a show force, and then looked the kaine in the face and then said I am no worm! Her voice was calm, she did not need to saying else. She lite up her violet lightsaber, both ends of it and took up her stance. She was ready, willing and able she wanted to take him down, and prove her interpretation of sith code was right. She wanted him to suffer, for what he did on zeltros, as was dishonour on the sith code. Why give your enemy the power of hate, she did wonder was that act that fueled the Galactic Alliance, and the wretched lightside to unite against them.

She prepared herself for his first strike, she was ready, she was willing and she would not be found wanting.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Cato Neimoidia capital city Zarra

Gray had gotten into his Ranger armor while Key landed his ship in one of the many docks of Zarra. He walked up to the ramp with his revolver strapped to his right leg and bryar pistol was strapped to his left. He did not have his lightsaber Whisper hung next to his revolver as he normally would have, instead he had it hidden on his person so no one could see it or find it easily. He got on the com system inside of the cargo hold and said over it, " Alright Key, I will be heading out for awhile. Watch the ship for me and be ready to leave when I get back. I don't know how this will go, but with my luck its likely not going to go that well. It never does go well for me for all. Anyways, heading out now. Love you you friendly little droid." He heard the affectionate beeping reply as he waited for his ramp to finish dropping for him. He chuckled a bit behind his helmet. He waited for the ramp to finish dropping and then headed out into the city.

Gray had been walking around the city for some time, and things felt very tense all over. The people were not focused on their daily activities as they normally would be. They felt different. They felt more as if they were expecting something to happen. Something bad, very bad. It was if this planet was already a war zone, yet no conflict had arrived to the planet unlike Mimban and Gyndine. What could possibly be going on here right now that would make the entire capital city of the planet to feel so dark and hopeless? A shadow hung over the people, and Gray had a feeling it was related to the reason the Black Ties and Mandalorian Empire were here. The best thing he could do right now was to allow the force to guide him to where he needed to be most right now thanks to his instinctive astrogation. He took a moment to calm down and purge himself of the tension of the people around him. He felt the pull of the force after a bit and began to follow it.

Gray was eventually lead to an office building for one of the most prominent merchants on the planet. He was met with a surprise, but not because of the place he was lead to. He expected to run into one of these merchants. What he hadn't expected was for the company owner to come busting out of the front doors screaming for his guards to shoot. He was soon followed by several guards in heavy armor equipped with blaster rifles. They kept shooting as assassin droids rushed forward scatterguns in hand. A person in light armor with a hood covering their face stepped out behind the assassin droids. They had a pair of short swords across their back and a pair of blaster pistol on their hips. They were chuckling to themselves as the droids quickly and effectively took out each of the guards in heavy armor.

Gray sighed as he drew out his revolver. It would seem things were going to messy here, and he just knew this merchant was one of the people he had to find. He rushed forward taking shots at the droids heads. His first three shots hit home and took out their targets immediately. The last three shots clipped them as they dodged for cover. He got to the first of the dead guards and picked up their rifle with his left hand. He holstered his empty revolver on his right hip as he got the blaster into his left hand. He began shooting with it at the nearest droid as he moved to the next body. Scatter fire flew all around him, and struck his armor. It was unable to penetrate it, but for how long his defense would hold he didn't know. He grabbed another rifle with his right hand and began to gun down the droids with both guns.

Gray glanced up as he finished off the droids and saw ships suddenly arrive high above. Someone had brought a fleet in, but were the ships Republic or Mandalorian? Why did they have to show up now of all times? He felt shots suddenly hit his right shoulder repeatedly in almost the exact same spot. The shots managed to break through his armor and the last two sunk into his flesh. He cringed a bit at the pain of it, but turned his attention to the hood person. Their blaster pistols were raised and they were rushing forward. That was great, just great. He opened fire on them and forced them to duck behind cover. After they did, he dropped the one in his left hand to the ground. He was able to hold it up still, but barely that. He then charged up the power cell in the rifle in his right hand and tossed it over the cover the hooded person had taken.

Gray turned around and said, " Follow me or be killed here." The neimeidian merchant just nodded and began to follow Gray as he ran towards his ship. The hooded person was about to move to follow when the rifle suddenly exploded close to their head. Gray rushed with the merchant in tow to his ship. He got on his com system and said over it, " Key heading your way. Get the ship ready to go." Almost on cue, above him in the sky another set of ships arrived and a fight began to break out. What was going on here? He got back onto his com and said, " Change of plans. Get the ship to the misty stone and send out a message to the living ghost to get here with all his friends. Tell him he will know what to do." He couldn't hear the sound of the response from the little droid as the sound for all civilians to evacuate sounded. Gray turned to the merchant and said, " Get ready. We are going to hunt down a speeder and get to somewhere safe."

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Location: Annaj fleet base

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Batou Rouge sat with his legs propped up on his desk. He was bored, dreadfully so. He hadn't gotten a chance to do a thing in so long. The Galactic Alliance had cut off the One Sith with their recent invasion, so he wasn't able to pirate their territory anymore. The First Order didn't really have anything he wanted, yet, so he had ignored them. And he had already pushed out the pirates from around the Free Colonies territory. What was a Pirate King to do if he wasn't allowed to pirate right now? Well, he wasn't a pirate king anymore. He was the acting Admiral of the Free Colonies under the command of that karking man who had shown him mercy. He was such a jerk. Giving him more ships, better ships. Letting him go to town on more interesting enemies. Basically letting him have fun like he hadn't in years. Yet now here he was with nothing to do.

A rodian suddenly came into his office. The female was breathing hard but had an air of excitement about her. Batou, the pale skinned black haired nagai rogue that he was, raised a brow at her and said in a tone of annoyance he didn't actually feel, " What is is woman? Why are you bothering me while I am so karking busy?"

" I have a message for you Admiral."
" From and what does it say? Better be important."
" Captain Wolf sent it. He said to deploy our entire fleet to Cato Neimoidia right away. Said you would know what to do when you arrived."

Batou had a wicked, ecstatic smile cross his face. He quickly got onto his feet as he said, " About karking time! Get word to everyone to be ready to depart immediately. We will be taking the Sanctuary Pipeline to the Hadrian's Way to Cato Neimoidia. And once we arrive, I want them to draw some blood while we scatter debris to the wind! IT IS TIME FOR A FIGHT!" He held the grin as the Rodian woman left in the same hurry she had arrived in. He looked out at the fleet that he would be sending to battle soon. All five of the Plunder-class Frigates and the fifty Colonial Interceptors he was bringing with him. He loved the name of the frigates. Plunder-class. It just got his blood boiling for some good, bloody fun. The Nagai man began to laugh like a maniac as he thought of all of the fun he was about to have. His boredom was definitely gone now. Thank the gods, the force, and every other thing people prayed to for Captain Wolf.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Enemies: [member="Dune Rhur"]

Retreat and regroup was a common tactic in battle, and one Alkor had faced down countless times. When the Jedi became overwhelmed by a superior force, augmented by some unseen power that granted him presence of mind beyond the norm, he elected to get out of the way entirely. It made sense, given the unsavory notion of being ripped wide open by plasma.

It made for little more than a fleeting annoyance in an otherwise boing bout. Alkor had faced Younglings with sharper teeth than a Jedi who backed down in the face of peril. What ever happened to "a Jedi's life is sacrifice?" If it were up to this Jen'jidai, they'd all start taking that maxim a bit more literally.

The Corellian wasted no time in reacting as the Bith backed off, because what came next was most assuredly a desperate attempt to gain ground. Weaving the Force around himself like a cocoon, the Dark Jedi flipped both his blades into upright grips and planted his feet. It didn't take much to sense the build up for a push. Telekines were the most prominent adepts in all the galaxy, and their tricks all felt the same. A deep breath, then a heaving sigh. That was how they seemed in the Force.

This one garnered a bit more power, most likely from the same strange source that the Jedi seemed to be utilizing as a conduit. It mattered little, all things considered. The wave of kinetic energy slammed into him, like a wave against a seaside cliff. It washed over and dragged him along several inches, but his own defensive application of energy served its purpose. Anything more than that would have been wasteful.

The impact was dulled considerably, and though his body still felt wracked by blunt force, it was hardly worth mentioning. Not like being hit by a train, but more like a swift tackle. The pain was negligible.

Alkor studied the Jedi as his attack was rendered virtually useless.

Whatever. Just another corpse waiting to join the pile.

He did not speak. It was not his turn to take initiative, because it had never realistically been taken from him. The Jedi intended to take him into custody, or something like that. They always spouted the same nonsense.

Maybe this one wouldn't waste his breath.

 

[Orlong Bann]

Location: Gyndine Orbit & Yractos
Objective: Revisit Mycale
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Katbirye Rekr"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic, [member="Thoja Arlos"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Dallen Thayne"], [member="Dune Rhur"]

The Knight turned, nosed towards the Obi-Wan Kenobi. In that moment, as both destroyers stared each other down, each and every one of the Knight's guns was oriented towards the larger vessel.

As the barrage began; every single turbolaser, ion cannon, and missile turret, all firing at the Republican ship; the Mandalorian fighter squadrons roared forward to set their teeth in the enemy fighters. Variable Squadron, first into the fray, was reduced to rags; only two craft of Blue Variable remained. Shard had been equally broken, and the Red Shard leader hurled a volley of blaster fire into an enemy fighter just before a missile obliterated the craft. Bone and Claw squadrons however, had chewed their way through the main knot of enemy fighters.

As they broke free into the less-contested space between the Obi-Wan Kenobi and the main knot of dogfighting, Bone Squadron wheeled back to punch towards their own lines of gunships, but Claw turned and aimed themselves toward the Obi-Wan Kenobi, and flattened their throttles. Riding in the beams of the tractor projectors, they were quickly joined by the volley of tractor-accelerated missiles from the Knight. Each of the Claw fighters carried pods of concussion missiles, and these they now emptied towards the enemy flagship - a Claw to rend the enemy's face. Craft and ordinance screamed on, beckoned and hastened by the tractor beams.

When the open frequency was set up though, Dallen pushed up his glasses to try again and reduce the bloodshed brought on by the invaders. "Hostile craft this is your one warning. You seemed to have not noticed how outnumbered and outgunned you are. Recall your fighter craft before we destroy you. I'd ask for you to recall all your friends on the surface but it appears as though none of you are coordinating so I won't ask the impossible. Allow yourself to be escorted out of the system or be destroyed. You may wish to try and reason with your friends if that is possible, considering I am following through on reinforcing all Gyndine positions below. If they do not wish to be killed or imprisoned I'd attempt to convince them to leave with you."

The Kenobi's tractor beams, setting hold of the Knight's port side, pulled at it, adding momentum to its clockwise x-axis rotation. The Nebula maintained fire, targeting ion cannons on the Republican destroyer's tractor projectors and increasing throttle, so that shortly it had rotated two hundred seventy degrees, and now faced 'down,' towards the Glory of the Republic. In the tractor's weakening grip, the Knight - shields waning and sporting multiple minor hull compromises - faced towards the other enemy ship, and gave comm reply.

::Akaan bah te kal.::

The Knight opened its throttle to full and targeted the Glory with each of its eight tractor beam projectors, bearing down towards the larger ship.

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06:45.

The gently ticking timer was impossible to ignore, but they were making good time. No need to panic yet. Ardasz waited by the door, stimmed nerves ready to fire as soon as it opened. Ornik stood opposite. Druna was ... somewhere. Corvo would be third through the door after Ornik and Ardasz. Avene stood back of them all, covering their back.

He registered each locative fact mindlessly, conscious effort solely expended on anticipating the door's opening and engaging whatever target waited beyond.

The door whooshed open. Ardasz bolted in, hugging the left side of the corridor as he took in the sight: their target, Alkor Centaris, standing a dozen meters away, facing them. Between the squad and their target, a Bith with a blue lightsaber, back turned to them.

"karkin' hate Bith," Ornik growled from the other side of the hallway, already firing a triple burst at [member="Dune Rhur"]'s back from his carbine. Ardasz did the same, targeting his rifle at the Bith's head. Both troopers advanced at a steady walk, trying to flank the Jedi, as Corvo entered behind them and drew his greatsword. The long weapon hummed with the vibrocell's murderous life, and Corvo advanced with long steps and drew his sword back for a cleaving swing.

05:57.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Woods, somewhere between FOB Danube and FOB Exocron
Objective: Take advantage of the situation
Enemies: [member="Caelag Vass"]; [member="Sylvia Nuru"]
Equipment: In Bio.

The Mandalorian felt a 'blink' in the Force from the person that revealed himself on the tower, it meant one thing - Force sensitive. The slight glimpse of the opponent's face that he got of before being shot at once again made him aware of why exactly the sniper was a Force sensitive.

A Miraluka.

His thoughts were waved away when the duraplast was once again hit. At this close range and the spot that was hit, Varian knew that a rib had been cracked and that a part of the blast had burned slightly his flesh through the leather beneath his armor. The Force barrier had saved him from much greater damage. Fortunately for the Wolf of Myrkr, the opponent had dropped her rifle. Yet, the opponent was sharp minded and seemed to retain her calm even at such dire situations. She was able to use a grappling hook to secure the higher ground by going one floor above on the derelict tower.

It was time to bring her down.

Inhaling a deep breath and focusing his energy on his Matukai skills, Varian sheathed his beskad while charging at the wall that held the floor above. He pulled his fist back and drew power from the ethereal, draining away his Force barrier as he landed a straight punch into the wall.

The shock wave from his punch would echo through the whole inner infrastructure of the abandoned tower as the floor above where his opponent was located began a descent down in front of Varian's eyes. The Wolf of Myrkr would not waste time and underestimate his opponent as he braced for anything by surrounding himself with a layer of Force Barrier.

Hopefully, this would bury his opponent. If not, he was still prepared to fight as his beskad was in his right hand once again.

 

[Caelag Vass]

Location: Woods, between FOB's Exocron and Danube
Objective: Don't die yet..
Allies: GR, two republic privates
Enemies of note: [member="Varian of Myrkr"]

This, was a problem. A very distinct problem, in fact, as she felt the tower tremble under her. Then it began to crumble under her, which meant she was going to need to move, fast. And without her sniper rifle, she wouldn't be able to fight at her preferred ranges, not to mention she had expected him to jump up to her and was still holding onto her knife. How was she going to get out of this... She tried to think quietly as the moments ticked on. The battle meditation from the woman on planet, though she was unaware, was helping her think quickly, and possibly what was about to save her life.

She unclipped the grappling hook again, this time attaching it to the wall that *wasn't* crumbling yet, and using it to rappel down to where Varian was, using the debris as something of a cover to help her have time to unhook herself. And, no sooner than she had unclipped the hook and moved out of the way, a large piece of debris crashed into where she had been moments ago, and would've killed her rather instantaneously. Slowly, she turned to face the Mando, who had his weapon clutched in hand, and shifted her knife around in the left hand to fit comfortably, with a reverse grip. "Quite a bit of destruction there. Quite fortunate no one died from it, now that would be a lot of paperwork to deal with." Over her comm she could hear the privates relaying in the information to General on their position and the trap setup they had placed. Clearly they were requesting troops and armour, and informing on the potential death of Caelag herself.

Well, the weren't necessarily wrong yet. Assuming she couldn't hold her own until reinforcements she might yet take quite a beating to death. "This world is under the protection of the Galactic Republic. As Corporal in the Republic Army, I request that you lay down your weapons and come peacefully. Though I know full well you won't comply. Can we at least agree on a fair fight then?" Again she took up a bit of a combat ready stance, staring Varian down. Sortta.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Location: Yractos, Gyndine
Allies: GR
Enemies: Mandalorian Republic
Objective: Coordination of ground forces

"Roger that, begin landing troops at Command posts Hotel, Echo and Indigo. We're working at less than optimal power right now so if we cut out or don't respond, that's likely the reason. Good hunting."
[member="Gir Quee"]
Thoja switched off the holocommunicator, switching back to the battlefield map instead. The previously mentioned enemy forces had reached the Jedi's location, and now it was just a matter of time. "Those damn troopers better have reached the Jedi." Thoja muttered, as Sqt. Pakma approached.
[member="Dune Rhur"]

"Sir, intel says that [member="Symara Tarriq"] has made it into the city."

"Good, if possible, tell her to set up a staging area at the tunnel entrance."

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

Location: Inside the Jedi Temple, Mimban
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Darian Beviin"] | Mandalorian Knights
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | Jedi
Specific Enemies: [member="Travot Ravenna"]
NPC Enemy: Native Coway x1 (Frozen)


[member="Travot Ravenna"]'s force push was effective in the air, knocking the flying Vod back and spray of their carbonite too, washing along walls nearby him as he gained distance as best he could. Ithiel was young, but strangely careful in what he did next. Not rash reaction. Freezing the roof above him and executing his own smaller force push into it, shattering small parts of the roof from the combined effect.

The shards would fall into the ground below, in front of the Jedi as cover for Ithiel's movement. While Ithiel took doorway to their side, moving behind a pillar in an adjacent room. Considerate when to pull his punches, and when to make them. The Mandalorian was tracking the Jedi, who might feel danger from a nearby door if he stayed where he was, because Ithiel had no way to hide his presence in the force and no great speed to his name.

Bracing from behind a pillar from the ground, either way if the Jedi withdrew, advanced or stayed, a blast of carbonite would follow [member="Travot Ravenna"] again. To see if he could react as fast as he could the first time. Also there were those around the Jedi frozen to consider, Ithiel was considering them surprisingly, but if he stayed close to where they helplessly were, they might get caught in the crossfire to come.


Gear: Mandalorian Armor | CB-1 Icebreaker (Hands) | Lightsaber (Hip) | Small Portable Shield (Belt) | ZX Flame Projector (Left Wrist) | Z-6 Jetpack (Back) | Whipcord Thrower (Right Wrist) | Retractable Wrist Blades (Wrists) | Bacta Patches (Belt) | Ion Pistol (Hip)

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Mimban Capital Streets.
Mission: Beat Draco's Kill Count
NPC Allies: Battlesister Seka, Nicks Squad
PC Allies: [member="Nick Sept"]

PC Enemies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Boethiah"]​

PC Neutrals: [member="Draco Vereen"]​

NPC Enemies: Zombies! Brains and Such!
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An uneasy alliance? No, the Varad were true to their word. Seemed to appreciate how the pubs fought, not wasting lives. “Got… plan? When we find Demagolka.” <<Warcriminal>> Broken basic as usual from Khia, still not realising some of the other crimes taking place. Seka certainly had a plan nearby, wiping dirt and grip off her armor and reloading her SMG’s, exhaling through her comm system audibly as they clicked into place. Seemed like the thing to be asking the stranger [member="Nick Sept"] about now. Khia preferred a plan, having one would help if he had an idea of how they could surround the source of it.​

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While they rested up, her force imbued blade took another head off a crawler, armor showing a mark or two from the zip tie. No idea there’d be an apocalypse, they couldn’t have asked for a better weapon for Khia to bring. These blades harmed darkside sprits, even when they didn’t immediately kill their shambling opponents, they might be repelled or given pause. When they found the demagolka causing the horde, she’d lodge it in its skull. She did however give her sonic weapon a rest, almost down to empty on it.​

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With the bulk of the Varad having evacuated the city. Many of her personal vode were also given leave to assist a nearby school, which cost them a life, but they’d got out those trapped inside. Sending all of them on their way under the Varad’s guidance. Which left the two of them alone out here, cut off with Nick, however this went. Laughingstock’s bold attitude might find Seka looking her over, her eyes wandering. What that gesture meant from a mandalorian we’d leave to our viewers imaginations. Khia in the meantime was the first one walking out front with her sword, where else was she going to be. “Olar vi slanar” <<Here we go>>​

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Personal Kill Count: 4​

Gear: Mark III Katarn-Class Commando Armor (Shields Up) | MRS-1 Assault Rifle [10mm SPA-I] (Shoulder) | 2x Frag 2x Ion Grenades (Belt) | Jackknife Pistol (Hip) | Forceimbued Blade [Fire] (Right Hand) | 53-R High Yield Explosive, AP Ammo, DS-8K (Pack)​

 

[Willa Isard]

Mimban

Willa had been moving carefully as things were happening... With everything seeming to go down at the one temple she was still curious about some of the things but shrugged to herself walking through the tunnels to the underground cities. Republic troopers working and sealing it up as they had the massive vents that the horde had chased them down and went splattered on the ground. She was letting some of the others seal up tunnels to bottleneck all of the things there. Attacking the surface of a planet where most of the beings who lived on it lived underground was not exactly smart. With more things coming around Willa was moving through it when she came into another shaft and looked with the night vision of her visor showing the mist above the shaft and darkness around majority of the planet. "Get those sealed up and have divisions ready for anything we still have things to clean up and will be relying on the locals knowledge to screw with interlopers. She was relying on more then that with caltrops and explosives being set up for defense as more reports were coming in about what was happening.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Mimban Catacombs.
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Willa Isard"].

Veiere hadn't a clue about the Catacombs until the squad of the Republic Armed Forces that he was assisting in medical treatment were ordered underground to secure the livelihood of the common people. Walking just a short distance behind the soldiers, his eyes took in the sights of the massive underground caverns, the world Mimban still proving to hold secrets that would surprise and intrigue him yet. "How is he doing?" He called ahead out of concern for the man being carried upon the stretcher, he'd taken a bolt to the abdomen and while Veiere had done his best to ease the pain, his vital organs had been hit and burned out by the plasma. He had tried to tell the others though their comradeship seemed to be much to strong to give up and let the reality of the situation settle in. "Unconscious..." One of his brothers in arms replied before silence took to the group again; the most the Jedi could do for the man was ease his pain in his passing hours, Curato Salva had seen to the numbing of his nerve endings around the wound yet he could not perform miracles, the loss of blood despite the cauterizing shot was just to great for Veiere to make do.

"FOB in sight!" the lead soldier called back to his men, informing them that they were in visible distance of one of the Republics Forward Operating Bases, in which was still manned and delegating aid to the civilians in their sector. For the Jedi, the battle had been silent for near over an hour as they'd fallen back to the rest of the Republic; it was a welcome break as he'd almost completely regained his strength through the use of 'moving meditation'; the distancing of the mind while the subconscious leads on, the flow of the Force revitalizing his muscles and returning the former stamina lost in the city streets above.

"Well everyone..." Veiere moved to stride ahead, making the short distance to their sides and looking over the group, "It would be best that I see where else I will be of use...-Goodluck, and may the Force be with you all..." He bowed his head briefly in farewell, listening to their thanks and acknowledging farewells whilst he sought someone of rank and authority to better guide him back to the front-lines.

 

[Winrel Rurk]

Location: Spaaaaaaaace
Objective: Make it to Gyrdine
Secondary objective: Chronoside
Allies: [member="Mikoron Hearth"]

There was a loud sigh as Winrel heard his partner. "Of course it's tha slagged Hyperdrive. Why wou'd we break an'thin else?" He asked to no one in particular. A loud sigh escaped his lips. "Looks like we get ta go at sublight speeds, than."

The Duros sank into his chair, studying the maps and charts that were still out from their previous jump. He'd have to clean them up eventually. They'd need different ones next job. "I recon we gots a couple hours till we makes Gyrdine." He looked around the cabin, trying to figure out what to do. Stroking his chin, he shrugged.

"Up fer a game? I thank we gots a sabaac deck round here." Tilting his head. "An' I thank the Dejjarik tabl' still work"

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Dallen Thayne"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Erran Lanith"] [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Suravi Teigra"]

She continued to feel the force energies around the others as more was happening the tide of the battle was well in their favor. A fleet in orbit, army on the ground with the ability to have large scale armor and support as well as food production for prolonged warfare. More then that they had soldiers moving with everything as they were securing the city again. Defenses coming back fully online after the random power outage had disrupted and destroyed her space cloud full of movies. The guards hadn't wanted to tell her about it but she was going to be upset while they kept moving forward with the battle. Ayumi's inspiration giving a renewed vigor to the ones working on getting the armor divisions off the ground and using the speeders to create a superior defensive grid as rocket troopers worked to dispose of explosives by returning them to senders, force users from the enclave stayed steady in their interests securing and fortifyng power relays and stations with everything they need to keep it from going up due to random strange things that bypassed magically all of their defenses. Ayumi's coordination letting the slicers work in harmony to set up a network across the planet that could operate even if one was hacked. The encryption from their military units set up nd Symara's codes needed to take i own while elsewhere she was feeling the battle in the skies above as Gir was fighting and she gave him plenty of support wth the force energies.

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

Willa looked when she heard more people coming and she turned in her armor towards him. A look on her face though while she was going through the tunnels. "It isn't just being careful, the surface is covered with some dangerous creatures and we have to make sure they well don't gt to leave." She wasn't going to allow some things to happen and stranding an enemy army on a world with things that can and would kill them or that they would therefore stop and aid the efforts of the Republic by handling the situation. Well there really wasn't a losing scenario there while she spoke to the soldiers. "This is Isard, continue the defensive, let the enemy forces engage the undead and the firebreathers. They destroy them means they have less ammo and we can take them, they perish it means we save ammo and resources that can be better used to help the survivors we are bringing down into the coway cities." The officer didn't seem to like it but he did agree about the problem of fighting two enemies who fight each other. They had the tunnels and cities to secure underground. "We will just have to continue to out think the chest pounders at every turn, let them attack the tempe on the surface and reduce the rubble and ruins into I guess a finer state of rubble and ruins seems to be their plan."

 

[Aithne Charr]

Cato Nemodia System​

Onboard "The Mythosaur." Bastion Class Star Destroyer​

POV: Solan Charr.​

Fleets Currently in System = Fleet #1, #2, #3, #4, #5(Jupitus Event ship)​

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Jupitus Hanger Composition

Spoiler

Hangar

• Lunar Starfighters - (72)
• Txiin-class Starfighter - (48)
• Scurrg H-7 Bombers - (48)
• LAAT/D Gunships - (40)
• Umbra Class Dropships - (20)

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIMc2t5EbTY​

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[member="Reshmar"] @Anyone at Cato Nemodia​

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The sounds of gunfire against his own ships was the return he had received, and yet it was not enough to save the admiral from his fate as he was soon at the point of death the moment Solan watched the bridge flare up and the bodies of the Admiral's men eject out into space. He turned his eyes down as this happened, feeling the admiral's last moments as his voice cracked and he spoke into the comm systems, careful about his next words as he stood there.​

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"All Mandalorian ships, focus fire on the Gun Emplacements, there has been more than enough bloodshed already and we must get to more important tasks such as securing the world before Reinforcements show up. Any ship that surrenders is to be boarded and seized before those surrendering individuals are to be transported to the Hellfire where they will be locked up until after the battle..." His hand left the comm button and he hesitated before giving any more commands, watching as the enemy assault craft moved towards the fleet and he sighed. "Launch all fighters, ensure that those bombers and fighters do not do any more damage to our ships..."​

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The damage that had been done, while still smaller than simple destruction of ships like what was before him, was still a bit significant in a few places. Several of the Severances were in significant damage but were still battle ready, though the Valkyrie itself was already making to escape towards Mandalorian space while they fought. Furthermore the Jupitus took a bit of a beating and while its hull and guns remained mostly intact, the shields were no doubt stressed from those first few seconds, he had already ordered it to move towards the back but if they had to kill more of these men simply to set up the defensive ring around the planet...​

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"Open channels now, i want my message to be heard to by the enemy soldiers on the ground and their fleet." ​

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He waited for a few seconds before speaking.​

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"Soldiers of the Republic, your admiral is dead. I implore you to lower your weapons and surrender to my soldiers and fleets, end this bloodshed so that more of you are not claimed by death and never see your families again. I promise any soldier that surrenders will to the best of my abilities be treated fairly and you shall not be kept as bargaining chips and test subjects. On my honor and the lives of my people, lay down your weapons and be treated as Prisoners of War." ​

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He would wait while the lights continued before him, staring and wincing as more lives shot through him. The minds and their last thoughts, the deaths and the pain that one experienced when they would never see the people they cared about ever again. He hated war and yet it was the only thing he excelled at. The Galaxy needed a strong hand to guide it, but one that was also compassionate and kind. It needed a devil and a guardian at the same time, something that could do what was necessary to further save millions or even billions. He hated that that was not what he was doing here today. Instead he was here helping a criminal organization secure their hold on worlds that were now overrun with the dead or that were facing complete control of a group which was no better than the damned Cartel or Black Suns...​

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He wanted to incinerate the very people he was helping, but he couldn't. So instead he would save as many lives from this battle as possible, they would be brought back to his own world and there they would be treated as his prisoners of war until he could return them to the Republic without worry. The Republic was now at war with the Mandalorian Empire, as well as this Criminal Alliance that the Empire was supporting.​

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He would ensure that that changes in the future.​