Paradise Found, Schutta (Rebellion of Mimban hex)

[Darth Banshee]

Allies: The Republic (who would thought it)
Enemy: Da Scum and [member="Darth Carnifex"] edit [member="Izevel Zambrano"] as she turned up and missed my post
Objective: Help the Republic and get a contract for supplying military aid.
Location: Space Station.

Sabine had arrived before the rebellion by the Black Ties, who came in force, a rather large force for a minor faction. She was in office waiting to make an appointment to see [member="Suravi Teigra"], so she could at least begin to see if The Republic would be interested in a contract with her company. She had already stopped using slaves, so she could atleast approach the republic. She was not dressed for battle, but she soon would be. As she waited the sirens went off, and she realised it was time to show that she was capable of helping the republic, for money. It would help towards the contract long term, if she killed and beat some of these ties for them. So she head back to ship she came on, it was nothing but gun boat. She head back, to get changed into her battle armour, with her personal shield, and couple of force breaker grenades on a belt, and her sith amulet around her neck. She then waited for the battle to unfold, so she could figure out where she would be most needed. Soon she would join the fray, and help the republic for the first time in her life. She just hoped emily was not here. She need a strong republic for her sake.

She would soon come hanger bay dressed for battle, and start hunting her prey.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Allies: The Republic
Enemy: Whoever these people are, she never heard of them.
Eq: H.T.E. Dueling Armour and pink lightsaber
Also Housecarls, and lot of thul infantry and artillery, still here form the main thread.

She was here to gather her troops up and go to next expedition, then these clowns arrived. Well back to duty she thought, as her troops began to redeploy. To counter who ever this is, she waited for the enemy to get ground side so she could attack them. Until then nothing she could do but have jam a scone, it was very nice scone.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Yractos, Gyndine; FOB Danube
Allies: the Republic, 102nd TF; [member="Dallen Thayne"], [member="Caelag Vass"], [member="Nom Gunnar"], [member="Agent Darkstar"], [member="Erran [/FONT][FONT='courier new']Lanith"], [member="Dune Rhur"]
Enemies: the Mandalorian Empire / Black Tie Syndicate, [member="Solan Charr"]
Objective: Prepare for Hostile Forces, Ready Defense Systems

Symara's heart jumped, just a little as she turned to the young sniper beside her. "Right." She seemed to agree while one hand clutched to her chest. She now stood at the entry of the transport pad as soldiers, pilots and equipment were shuffled around. On the horizon, she could spot a Jedi, taking a deep breath she exhaled. Karkin' space magic. She thought to herself, never once did the Corellian ever really take to the hokey religion, but she supposed that it did have some merit in one way or another. Sgt. Pakma had returned to her side interrupting any kind of conversation she was about to have either with Corporal Vass or the Jedi that seemed to be approaching her.

"Civilians secured in their bunker, lieutenant. Your orders?" The Mon Calamarian put his hands behind his back standing at ease.

Her gaze turned toward their defenses that seemed to tower overhead, "what's the word from HQ?"

"Commander Avarro's ordered a full defense, we've got word of a massive force moving for Gyndine. We're coordinating with all the other bases as we speak." Pakma relayed the information passed down through the chain of command, and Symara looked to her little buddy beside her and then to Pakma.

Sucking her lower lip the lieutenant had an order. "Ready all anti-bombardment defenses, and prepare anti-air assaults. If the Mandalorians wanna fight, we're gonna give'em one. Do you know where Commander Avarro is now, Sergeant?"

"Not sure, she's been moving around HQ, the word is she's either coming here or to FOB Exocron." He explained.

"Alright, get those defenses ready, Sergeant." She said, and the two of them saluted each other. Watching the man depart, Symara turned her gaze to Corporal Vass. "How big of a scope do you think we'll need to calibrate in order to help bring one of those things down?" It was more or less a joke, but in all honesty, if they scavenge enough firepower, or... "Actually, do we have any slicers around?" If they could get through some of the systems onboard one of those vessels. "I want the schematics of what they're bringing and weak points, any weak points we could access from here on the ground and then I want a word with Commander Avarro."

And then the Jedi was there at her feet before she could run off. "How uh, how may I help you?"

Before the Jedi could speak, Symara put her hand up to stop him for a second as she organized her earlier thoughts. "Corporal, can you get me the information on what's headed our way? I'll schedule a meeting with Commander Avarro, just get me the schematics." And then she turned back to the Jedi. "Walk with me." It wasn't so much a request as an order, normally she'd have the decency to bow or something, but at the moment she needed to get busy and get ready to receive a bunch of renegade Mandalorians who have seemingly broken away from the Clans.

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

Location: Dropships enroute.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | Mandalorian Knights
Enemies: Republic TBD

Ithiel didn’t say much before a battle. Preparing himself for the drop mentally and physically. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Zef and Keira, there like many of them to remember what being a Mandalorian Crusader was. Honor through combat, and a worthy foe they had picked to test themselves, when their allies called, they came. "Oya" He said in response!

He’d been educated by this very Vod he stood with, that Mandalorians didn’t like owing debts, most of them. Ithiel did feel some debt to Keira, but there was more a huge amount of respect for her being there when it counted in his recent past. His aunt, Ithiel was a soft touch for family when the armor was off, clan here in the battle ahead mattered more to most, but blood vied for that importance within the young Vod. She might have caught him asking her more questions than usual before they'd departed.

Mix of readiness to fight beside family, clan and call to the old ways in him. Sixteen, full of adrenaline, his red armor worn, color in honor of his father.

As the shuttles began their descent, no doubt with fighter screen, he turned to the others exhaled and nodded. "Ibic cuyir bic" <<This is it>> Seemed like the steady nerve he often wanted to show was about to get its first test of what really being a Mandalorian Crusader was all about. To do his clan and family proud.

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)

 

[Agent Darkstar]

Allies: [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Dallen Thayne"]
Enemies: Mandalorians and Black Ties
Objective: TBD
Gear: TBD

This was a foolish move by the Black Ties, attempting to do a coupe with the Mandalorians, it politically made no sense, but neither did the Mandalorian Empire. When Darkstar sat down to study on this new union of clans, it was obvious there was more at work here than just Mandalorians trying to play war. Regard;ess, they were attacking multiple systems at once, and the Republic was at the beckoning call of those systems to defend them. The man walked onto the bridge with the one named Dallen at it's helm. Darkstar was less combative and more infiltration.

A late project saw that Darkstar did not exist to anyone but the commander and few comrades at the moment, Project Specter. Somewhere in his locker, was a specific set of armor he was not looking forward to getting into, but he knew it would soon pass that he would need to lock and load. Darkstar sighed to himself. In the event that Darkstar was captured, it would not matter what the enemy did to him, he had nothing to tell them. He knew nothing but his training, and his goal. Protect the Republic systems.

"Commander. I am about ready with my prep to begin Infiltration of the Black Tie Syndicate, and the Mandalorian Empire."

Darkstar was nothing but a clone, who his subject donor was was unknown to him, in fact he was certain it was multiple subjects put into one tube. It kind of made Darkstar really his own person with only small resemblance to those his DNA was attached to.

 

[Miss Blonde]

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Location: Mimban
Objective: Commence attacks on the capital and push onward to fortifications.
Allies: Black Tie Syndicate/Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: Republic and [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Lady Kay"]

With everything set the Fleet above Mimban commenced the invasion, hundreds of droid pods shot down from space and headed towards the surface of the planet with one objective, destroy everything the Republic had created for themselves. Leading in one of those pods the crime lord known as Miss Blonde would be leading the charge and seeing to it that her creations finally got their day to shine.

With the Meteor drop pods being shot out into space the pods would fall down onto the surface of the planet some being picked off by fleet fire and others by energy storms in the atmosphere. With many crossing the threshold the pods impacted into the capital city away from the Republic military base. Once the pods settled they started to disperse a rather deadly and effective soldier onto the soon to be battlefield.

Coming out of the drop pods four by four were War Dogs droid's built for only one purpose, to crush, stab, shoot, and kill on the battlefield. War was their profession and they did it very very well, and there were hundreds if not a few thousand within the city. Dozens of pods had hit the city and now they were coming forth to raise hell and burn down the establishment, and at the center of it in her own drop pod Miss Blonde emerged and looked over to a squad of droids that ran over to her.

"Drop successful ma'am, gathering our men and preparing to march on the base near the city. Civilians are detec-" Blonde swiftly cut off the droid and looked to it with a scorn.

"There are no civilians, Captain. Only targets, do I make myself clear?" Blonde said as she grabbed her own pulse rifle.

"Understood ma'am." The droid said with a shake of its head.

"We will lure Republic forces out of their base by hammering it's civilians, take hostages with every company so air strikes can be nulled and push forward until we hit their base. Now go." Blonde gave her order then took a deep breath.

"Affirmative, moving out."

And just like that the civilians of Mimban became target practice for the War Dogs. Sounds of screaming could be heard across the city streets as War Dogs gunned down anyone who crossed their path taking a few of them kicking and screaming from their hiding places. It wasn't something Blonde was proud of, and this was the final nail on the coffin of her morality. Sometimes you had to become the villain to win the battle.

 

[Dune Rhur]

L: Yractos, Gyndine (F.O.B Danube)
A: [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Caelag Vass"], the GR and all allies of the Republic
E: The Mano Empire, [member="Solan Charr"] and all ME allies

The Commander was most certainly a Corellian. If the accent didn't give it away then her manner did. It didn't bother the Bith because a Jedi wasn't so far above anyone else. He was content to stand aside until she was ready for him.

When he asked him to follow, he did so without protest. Dune was a Consular and not a military expert and so he'd defer to her choices. "I'm here to offer what support I can," he told her just loud enough to be heard over the din. "I can't predict the outcome of this, but I can feel danger coming before it happens."

The Jedi told her this so that she could best use his skill set. A Force-trained being was not a demi-God unlike what some assumed. They had strengths and weaknesses too. He simply wanted his strengths to be used the best way possible.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Location: Mimban
Objective: Commence attacks on the capital and push onward to fortifications.
Allies: Black Tie Syndicate/Mandalorian Empire [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: Republic and [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Lady Kay"]
Gear in Bio

The story was a good one, one of loss and betrayal, but the ending had yet to be written, and Cyrus was sure to ink the page red.

Miss Blonde had gathered the entire BTS crew for a Rebellion mission against the Republic that had hurt them in the past. Their celebrities and politicians lay dead at home, now their soldiers would fall too. Racking rounds into chambers and ensuring all of his gear was stowed in its place on his person, the Surgeon was prepping for an operation, the removal of a malignant tumor.

A green LED lit up on Cyrus mask, Blonde would know he was prepared for the task.


When Blonde gave the All Clear on all targets, the Green light blinked rapidly. Then turned slowly Red. Drawing his weapons, he moved into the city with the rest of the Black Ties and began picking off Targets. Women targets, men targets, old targets, little targets. He spared only the ones that ran by when he reloaded. It was bloody glorious and an emphasis on the bloody.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Centurion-class Battlecruiser over Mimban
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: Mostly [member="Solan Charr"]

Aedan blinked as he sat upright looking around he quickly made a gesture and using the force sent a quick command to the Salvation-class Star Defender in his fleet element. Moments later one of the Dark Jedi of Bogan on that ship moved up beside the captain and muttered a short phrase to him the man seeming to think before he nodded and made a gesture his ship dropping from hyperspace as it changed direction sending a hypercomm transmission to the Avenger-class of the first fleet element. Around the time that this arrived the whole element dropped out of hyperspace and prepared to change destination the Salvation turning to join them at Gyndine. Aedan nodded and sat back the rest of his 2nd fleet element continuing on towards the Mimban this should tip the scales just enough to offset any disadvantages they would have had. Finally the streaks of light disappeared from the view screen and Aedan stood up striding forward calmly as his violet eyes gleamed almost darkly. "This is the commander of the Dragon Reaper fleet to all non republic forces in the area. I would like to advise you to pack up and go the kark home. You happened to have interrupted my nap and I would very much so like to get back to it. If you wish to continue this foolishness I am not to be held responsible for the loss of life and property you will have. Also Reshmar if that is you as I believe it is I would like to reiterate any spoils of war I believe I get to take a pick from them yes?" The young man returned to the command throne as the remaining ships of the 2nd fleet element spread out into a very familiar formation for Solan it was Aedan's preferred method of opening combat the Centurion-class and Deliverance taking the lead as the rest of the ships filtered in behind them fighters launching to fill the space around them with a deadly swarm of small ships. Every bomber squadron receiving a fighter escort as well as gunships to support them.
[member="Reshmar"]

(Link to Dragon Reaper Fleet)

 

[Taneas Haring]

Location: libita class - (approved for use by [member="Suravi Teigra"])
mimban orbit

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Allies: the amazing republic, [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Reshmar"], [member="Dallen Thayne"]
Enemy'ssolan char, [member="Miss Blonde"], BTS, ME

23rd fleet

Spoiler

X4 udarnik assault frigate - 500m per ship
Armenents

• Plasma torpedo

Fighters

• 1 squad of B-wings per vessel (X4 squads)

Libita class command ship - 3000m
Armenents

• Energy torpedo
• Intruder missiles

Fighters

• X8 squads of B-wings
• X4 squads of vesparum intorceptors

B-wing division
X20 squads of B-wings

War. War never changes. There was always some stuffed up desk jockey that had to feel big and important. The black ties where now over compensating been rejected by the systems the called home. To top if off they have joined up with the alleged dar'mandas and the newly appointed da'manda'lor the dishonorable. he had contacts in mandalore and knew what had gone off recently. Not that it really bother him what happens over that side of the galaxy, just only cared about republic space and her allies. Taneas was still in the area with the fleet at the ready. It was issued to drop off high explosive ordinance to the republic. The frigates had been filled with them. Luckily a Droid crew manned them in case something did happen. By the reports it does sound like it. His fleet had been accompanied by the B-wing division. They had flight training he was also having to overlook. But from the reports they would have the next best thing if it came to it.

The fleet was just coming out of hyperspace from it's final jump. Ship by ship it would flash into space over mimban coming in from the direction of terrijo. Just in time to catch the conversation between the dar'manda fleet and Admiral Reshmar. "Sir, we have the large fleet on our sensors. Updating the tactical map now." Taneas would stand up from the chair and walk over to the holo display with all ships properly tagged. "Good work ensign. Com's officer patch me into this line." He said with a commanding rough voice. "Sorry to intrued on the conversation Mr Char. Please don't become over confident on those words you preach. May I remind you that your in republic space. making demands and idle threats will only end badly for you and your friends. my advice is turn back now before we are forced to engage you in combat. The republic will not tolerate hostility against it's people, and we are no strangers to battle. Or do you forget that?" He said with a simple smirk on his face as he swapped to the republic secure channel. "Admiral Reshmar, I see I'm not to late for the party. I have a feeling the fireworks will be going off shortly. The twenty third fleet will move in behind yours for the time being. Try minimize hostile forces landing on the planets surface. If worst comes to worse the frigates under my command are filled with high explosives. No life's aboard just droids. You punch a hole I can order them to spread out and detonate by overcharging ship systems. But that's a last resort. The B-wing division are also combat ready you need them for a run then issue the command. You are the high ranking Admiral here."

He looked ever the men and women who where focused on their work stations. All logging data and going through systems. "Full power to the engines, bring us in behind admiral Reshmar and his fleet. Pust shields up starboard side and ready ion and long range weapons. If enemy transports dispatch give one warning then target the larger groups first. Vehicle transports are primary. If they are missed I need as many logged as possible to send the report done to the surface." He didn't know names here as the crew often swapped around. So time to learn names would be wasted. He had gotten used to the ranks and jobs when in command.

At pace the unfinished 23rd fleet began to move into position behind admiral Reshmar's fleet. Together their combined fleet would overpower the one before them posing a potential threat. "Get the fighters ready to deploy, interceptors first. They will aid in thinning any stray transports." He commanded. "Yes sir." The woman said. As the ship got into position it came to a full stop. Fighters soon flooded the area around them on a patrol waiting for contacts. "All shields at full then wait for further orders. Good work everyone. Keep it up. I've a feeling things will get hectic." it's was not very long before a volley of drop pods had launched.

Taneas listened to the officer give the warning to them but they where on a one way course. "OPEN FIRE. USE LEATHAL WEAPONS TILL THEY ARE TO CLOSE TO THE SURFACE. THEN SWAP TO ION. I WANT FOUR SQUADS OF B WINGS TO FOLLOW ALONG WITH TWO SQUAD OF INTORCEPTORS. ONCE THEY HIT ATMOSPHERE PULL THE INTORCEPTORS BACK. B WINGS KEEP FOLLOWING. THEY WILL HELP IN THE GROUND EFFORTS AND BE MY EYES." His voice now showed more authority. "Com's officer. Have a team tracking the B wings. They issue coordinates and a request for ion or leathal then I need it shouted out."

The man looked away from Taneas after giving him am nod. "All guns not directly planet side I want them on any further drop pods and transports." The blackness soon lit up with fire and destruction. It kept up for a while and a vast majority attempting to land where now been caught in the fire of the ships or starfighters. The com's officer turned to look at Taneas. "Sir ground side fighters have spotted droids been a main force. The law enforcement has mostly evacuated the civilians but the force is moving towards the areas that haven't. The B wings squad leaders have all confirmed it's safer to use an ion barrage in case there are civis in the area still." The man said informing him. "Send down the coordinate and lock on with the ions. I want a twenty second wide spread barrage to cover the area as much as possible. Give heads up to the squads down there to stay out the way." "Confirmed sir."

actions

Spoiler

Left hyperspace and moved in behind reshmars fleet.
Star ships have been deployed
4 squads of b-wings (12) are ground side over mimban
A 20 second wide spread ion strike as been fired over [member="Miss Blonde"]s position

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: With [member="Keira Ticon"] approaching the Jedi temple on Minban
Objective: Destroy Jedi temple
Allies: ME, BTS
Enemies: Republic

Lush armed himself with his pulse rifle and adorned his Olympian battle armor helmet as the ships entered the atmosphere approaching the Jedi temple. They had done this once before and he regretted it, but he did it to save his family. Now what was he doing it for? For Keira? The woman that had abandoned him and her family but now all of sudden wanted to reconnect now that they had people to shoot. The woman was selfish, she was an nerf herder who thought that Lusk would be there for her on a drop of a dime.

But yet here he was, ready to do violence because his commander called. What was wrong with him? He asked himself that question over and over again and he just couldn't figure it out. But in the end it really didn't matter, now all that mattered was the objective and how they were going to accomplish it. They had twenty four men and a Jedi temple to crush, hopefully it would be enough and they could go home afterwards, wherever the hell that was.

Ember was dead, the Rekali's were in shambles, all that was left was to hear the call of the Mand'alor and rally to him. Every clone knew it, because every clone brought up in the program was raised as a Mandalorian like their father before them. The Wolf himself, his blood ran through their veins and it was time to follow it.

"Shut up, Keira." Lusk said as he cocked his rifle and stood up.

As the other commandos proceeded to do the same the men got themselves ready and were set to start hitting the objective. Large rocket launchers were and missile crews were on standby and in the cargo hold of one of the transports was a MAC. A mobile artillery canon that would be deployed when they landed. That Jedi temple was going to be dust when they came through.

 

[Willa Isard]

Mimban:
Allies: [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

Brain scratching really. Willa crouched there with the jericho armor on as she wa looking through the cope of the rifle and had the look of someone wondering how teleportation worked. Ehh no matter the vahle fired off another hot recording with her helmet cam for later to send in. Mando's killing civilians wa a big thing given how much they like to stomp their feet for attention. More impressive was the landing perfectly through the storms of the planet she had needed to be careful with using the Rac while another round went off from the shatter rifle before she expended the large clip on invaders slogging through the jungle in the darker environment. It almost seemed a waste of time once more of the fire breathers were coming out from the sounds to do what they did best. Kill things with fire to melt their armor or stomp on them.

Bekar was strong but if a large creature stomp on your it is going to hurt and she picked up relocating as the stygium ploymer hide her from the sensors and her taozin from the force. Optical coating designed to hide her from sight in the dark when she started working with the information going. There were people headed towards the temple on Mimban where... diplomats had already finished up, the jedi city that they had sent teams to was underground where the jedi had went to use it. So she shrugged as people coming in and destroying a planets cultural landmarks was confusing when they were going after the Republic... though she supposed it couldn't be helped before moving to the dar'yaim cannon and took aim as needed. She could allow destruction of local ruins on the ground it did little to force the republic out since they only ued it as neutral ground for diplomats to meet with the local people.

 

[Zef Halo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xz3hpE5h8U0​

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Location: Approaching the Jedi temple on Mimban
Objective: Destroy the Temple.
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, Black Tie Syndicate
Enemies: Galactic Republic


Hell, it's about time.

The Mandalorian train was rolling and there was nothing stopping it.

It seemed that the galaxy had long forgotten what Mandalorian stood for, it seemed that the galaxy had forgotten the fear the Mandalorian name struck in the hearts of men and women across the galaxy. Long had the days past of the infamous Mandalorians Wars where the Mandalorians had forged their fearsome name and reputation. Over the course of centuries, the Mandalorians faced turbulent times. It seemed that they would never return back to the glorious days, to the original Mandalorian heritage and tradition - conquest.

But they have returned.

Oh yes, they have.

Labelled as the Mandalorian Empire by Mand'alor the Reclaimer, it aimed to show to the galaxy why for so long had people across the known galaxy trembled at the sight of the T-visor. It was time to remind the galaxy what the Mandalorians were capable of, it was time to remind the galaxy that the name Mandalorian could only be whispered with a stutter. Hell, it was about time.

Zef's smirk did not leave his face behind his T-visor, it was ironic how his wild spirit as a scoundrel had slowly been devoured by the Mandalorian culture. He had never been raised as a Mandalorian, his father had prevented that from happening by taking him away from his mother - a Mandalorian woman named Terra of clan Kyr'bes. Two decaded ago, he had been captured by the Mandalorians on a smuggling run in a backwater planet in the Outer Rim. There he had two choices - become one of us or perish.

A scoundrel did not survive long if he could not swallow his pride.

But that history was already written and it did not matter here and now. Here and now history was being written, history to be stamped forever. A small step but a step nonetheless. Joining the Black Tie Syndicate's insurgency in the Mimban system was the first of many steps of the Mandalorian Empire's conquest. Who better to target than the life-long enemy of the Mandalorians - the Galactic Republic.

Besides him in the dropship were clones that used to serve the Republic itself, men that knew all the weak points of the Republic. This was certainly a great boost for the Mandalorians' efforts of annihilating the Republic's presence in this system. [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Ithiel Verd"], [member="Commander Lusk"] were all around him waiting for the landing. Silent insertion via these stealth dropships was something that Zef would specialize in. Sabotage, camouflage, covert - it all had an analogue with being a smuggler.

"Oya, Mando'ade." It was about time.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Allies: Her friends, and all those innocent lives being put to a brutal end.


For once Kay was glad that Commenor was on the far side of the sector. It was the furthest planet from Mimban. Already word was beginning to reach them that other planets in the sector were coming under attack as well. So it was only a matter of time before they reached Commonor. That is if luck wasn't on their side and the invaders couldn't be stopped.

During the morning hours, Kay was with the Elders and military leaders, as well as the other Presidential candidates. All hands were on deck. Although they were expecting invasion forces from the Sith instead of these others, they were prepared. Smuggling and mining tunnels had been secured decades ago, giving the citizenry places deep underground to hide. The alarms had sounded and every citizen was given just fifteen minutes to head down to safety. It was a drill that was rehearsed yearly. Now it was being put to use again.

Commenor had switched support to various government bodies plenty of times during the centuries. They had been neutral for a while and remained so at this moment. Kay was their former Senator, when they had been a part of the Republic. But since her firing and ban from working for the Republic, she too had moved from job to job, remaining neutral.

The defensive grid was set, ships were taking to the air and the Elders taken to safety. Kay remained with her pilot, Terrac and her ship, the Free Lady. So far she refused to run and hide. Diplomacy could still be used. Hopefully.

 

[Izevel Zambrano]

Location ;Citadel-class Defense Station
Enemies; republic scum.
Allies; [member="Darth Carnifex"] BTS And The ME

She had picked her location in the spur of the moment. Why not the I mean it was a space station and she had one thing in mind. Slaughter those from the inside and then burn it down. Weaving her way around the chaos it wasn't long before she came upon the Citadel-class Defense Station. Moving in close it was no issue for her ship to latch onto the station. Inside the simple stealth transport she had procured, Izevel would ready herself for the oncoming slaughter. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and felt along the force only to come upon the well of Darkness. The was only one person she knew that felt like that.. Her Father [member="Darth Carnifex"] Lovely. not. Oh well she would make a competition out of the carnage she knew she would find once she cut her way inside.


The snap and hiss was the only indicator of her igniting her saber before cutting her way inside. Glancing around, she would make sure no one was in the area before centering herself. It was time she accepted her birthright and became the destroyer she was meant to be. She allowed the hatred for these lesser being to flow through her, a loud whisper sounding through her mind.


MASSACRE

Murder, murder, murder. It was all she could think, and she loved it. She could hardly contain herself as she watched the people fall to the ground, screaming and drenched in blood. They all deserved it anyway; he had nothing to feel bad for. And all these people, they were beneath her. Dirk to be wiped clean.. As hard as it was to stop herself from completely going crazy with excitement, she had to smile every time she saw the panic and disbelief in the eyes of those she was killing. None of them had seen it coming, she could tell from the way they were all looking at her after she'd shot, stabbed or thrown a grenade at them. Although, they should've seen it coming really. It had been building up for years; everything they ever did contributed to it. And it was so worth it.


It was every pair of eyes that really made her day. Each time she saw one more pair, she felt wonderful all over again. The blood was good too though; she couldn't have gone through with her plans if there would have been no blood. As it turned out, there was more blood than she had ever expected, and it just made the day that much better. But it was the eyes, and what she could see in them, that made her taking time out of her schedule worth it. The expression of the first person she killed, was going to be her most treasured memory for the rest of this day. She had seemed to go into some sort of shock when Izevel had opened the door with a blaster under one arm, as had everyone else in the actually. She had quickly sought out her target, aimed, and shot. The second that bullet hit her, her eyes had widened to an almost unbelievable extreme. It had seemed that she had been caught between a few shots; she looked as if she had been trying to figure out whether to continue being shocked, or to change to being frightened, in pain, angry or in a state of panic. After a few moments her head had fallen and hit the table in front of her, and Izevel had left the room in search of her next target after of course hacking the rest of the occupants to pieces with the saber at her waist. It was only after a good five delayed seconds that the screaming and chaos began.


The other pairs of eyes had been much the same, although many of them had clearly been primarily in fear. Others had had no prior warning of their demise, so there had been little reaction from them as they were shot through the head or cut to pieces. She had just enjoyed watching the blood seep through the saber holes in these ignorant people. At this moment, She was standing in a room of about thirteen people. It was a small room, and every last one of the people this classroom was someone that she was going to murder. She had shot them all, but not so they died; she'd finish them off in a minute. These people, the ones crawling towards her, screaming, crying, getting blood all over themselves and the room, Izevel wanted them to cry and beg for mercy, even though there was absolutely nothing she could, or wanted to, do to help them. She wanted them gone from the world forever, and the second she danced forth they would be.


She shut her eyes and reveled in the sound. Screaming, crying, people dying. She didn't care that blood was soaking through her shoes, or drying on her jeans, or sticking her hair together; it was proof of her superiority. She didn't care that families would want revenge. That's what she was going for. Izevel didn't care that they were were gone, She opened her eyes when a blonde boy grabbed her leg. A trail of blood across the floor told her that this boy wouldn't last much longer, and when her eyes met those of the blonde she felt that brilliance again.She saw fear, and she saw sadness. The boy clearly hadn't wanted to die. She smirked down at him, and after pulling him up towards her, her arm holding the blazing saber shot forth and rammed through his chest, only to reappear on the other side of him.


Lowering her arm, she examined the bloody hand print on her jeans and smiled. She had achieved what she had aimed to achieve – now it was time to seek out her father and bring this heap of garbage to the ground. A simple call was sent through the force, a message to the one that had sired her. "Come out , come out father.."

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Planet side
Allies: The Republic
Enemy: [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Ithiel Verd"]
Equipment: A Pink Lightsabe, H.T.E Dueling Armour
Units: 12 Tanks ( from the dom it was part of there dev thread)

6 Artillery units 2 of each type
20 Infantry Units
5 Pioneers
20 Scouts
1 Housecarls


She just finished her cream tea and jam scone, when the drop ships came down. It was time to begin fighting back, and she was set up to repulse the drop ships. As the drop ships began to come down, the artillery began to fire at them. Stinger projectiles hit with unnerving accuracy first, obliterating what ever they hit. The problem was they where coming down fast than they could reload. As they came lower, the Howlers began to fire using emp shells. They did not destroy the drop ships, but they made them unworkable, and they would die on impact without the reverse thrusters kicking in. As they close to the air defence missiles started to be fired, they like the howlers knocked out the controls, and they would not be able to slow down, but unlike the howlers they where not hit or miss they where controlled manually onto the target.

Last but not least, as they got closer to ground again, thul reapers began cut into them with rapid fire trying to kill who was ever inside the drops pods and ships. As they did laned they quickly confronted by snipers and infantry, trying kill them as doors opened, today was going bloody battle indeed. House Thuls troops had advantage they knew where the enemy was going to land, as they could see where they going on way down. So they dispatch the correct forces, to each location. They had to hope though the Mandalorians and the Black ties, did not have good generic armour as the United Clans Of Mandalore.

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Mimban, closing fast.
Mission: Into the Streets, plant her metal butt on someone’s lawn!
NPC Allies: 11 Mandalorian Crusaders + Battlesister Seka
NPC Background Allies: Invading Crusaders and Varad Clan, will match your numbers as needed.
PC Enemies: [member="Nick Sept"]?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUseXvL1xk8​

Nothing so silent about wall-women! You couldn't exactly call her entrance quiet! Hurtling out of their anvils hangerbays at full speed.​

Red lights inside, as the ship juddered from speed, moving to amber as they got closer. View of the world very different inside these tin cans. Drop pods were coming down, hard from their transport ship, possibly taking fire from the fleets, orbital defenses, their escort fighters cutting them a path into atmosphere. Transports behind them from the anvil. Several were hit before they even got close, fighters giving a solid screen though, bombers making run on anything larger that made a break to stop the entry, but they just kept coming, because Mandos take hits on the chin like ducks to water. The harder they were hit, the harder they hit back! Republic clones below, a worthy opponent, were going to find that out!

Kark that noise was right!

Gritting teeth as the world rushed up, they slammed in hard, denting the underbelly and piled out into a blaze of laser fire. “Ram'or!!!!!!” <<Attack>>

Metal boots hitting home hard and disembarking, the drop pod opened up and they began piling by the numbers into those streets. Time to show these clones what a mandalorian spirit was, up close and personal! “Yustarud” <<Perimeter.>> She yelled into the hail of blasterfire, beginning to settle themselves into the surrounding cityscape and as Mandos do, hit any clone resistance head on. Supporting any rebel forces present, and occupying the clones with a direct confrontation.

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

 

[Ak'lya]

Location: Mimban capitol
Objective: Stop the Black Ties
Secondary Objective: Survive
Allies: Republic (Specifics TBD)
Enemies: [member="Miss Blonde"]

Finally back from the Firebreather caves of hell, Etlan sighed as he sat down. He was tired. It had been a long day, and he needed more ammo soon. Not to mention that he had been fighting monsters all day. He just wanted a quick nap. But providence seemed to not care for that.

"To all Captains and Commanders of the Republic forces stationed over and on the planet of Mimban. This will be the only warning and offer i will give you. Any ships or soldiers that surrender to troops under my command will be treated humanely and i will personally oversee their treatment, both medically and as POWs. This will be the only offer of safety that you will get from our side, make sure you understand that before forcing my ships to destroy your crews should you start to put their lives in certain danger."

Great. Another fight. He had a feeling that this wouldn't be as easy as he hoped. A sigh escaped his throat as he stood up. "Treated fairly. Right. You mean like you treated those poor souls you butchered on Yutan fairly." With a grimace, he grabbed the rifle and rolled his neck. "And i thought I could finally get a cup of caff."

Growling as he rushed to the impact zones, he called into the comms "Delta Squad, you there?"

 

[Isar]

An Ewok wandered into the capital of Mimban.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Mimban, City Streets.
Allies: The Republic Forces, The Jedi of the Republic, [member="Lady Kay"].
Objective: Protect Civilian life, Deter Invading forces.

It had been so quiet, the inevitable calm before the Storm.

"INCOMING!!!" One of the soldiers of the Republic screamed beside Veiere, barely a moment to realize the threat before one of the Invading forces Drop pods came screaming down through from above, flames and smoke trailing its wake as it tore through the sky and slammed into a large structure, the permacrete supports of the building caving under the impact and beginning to topple. Rival sounds like heavy mortar fire all followed one after the after as pod after pod descended down upon the City of Mimban, taking both the lives of the Civilians and the Republican Army in the initial landing. The Mandalorian forces were coming down right on top of them and standing in the midst of the action, Veiere called to the closest ranking officer he could find; "Fall back! Take to cover and defend the Perimeter, we have to build an offensive line and keep these people from advanc-..."; the officer didn't seem to need any convincing as one of the pods began to open and out of it, Veiere saw that he was faced with not a Sentient life, but what appeared to be some sort of Droids designed for war, looking extremely well armed and battle ready. They wasted no time in opening fire on every moving thing within their sights, military and civilian alike. It was arguably the best opponent Veiere could wish to meet as it didn't require him to kill a sentient life in order to overcome the battle.

Surrounded by the war-cry of the Republic soldiers and screaming blaster-fire, the blade of his lightsaber ignited in a quick flash of brilliant light, soon taking it's color in a blue glow around the center of the weapon, Veiere pushed forward alongside the other troops as they moved to intercept the droids that had landed in their sector.

The debris around his feet burst and sprayed dirt across his legs with every bolt that came near him, the battle gave no quarter in sparing him a moment to breath deep, his mind let go of immediate thoughts as the force pooled to him and carried him instinctively across the clearing, lightsaber parrying off round after round away from him while some were hit and fell to the ground. So much anger, so much aggression surrounding him and the unnatural taking of life poisoning the air, this was the heart of war and if ever Veiere considered concentrating solely on any one thing, he would join those lost. His mind was absent, falling into his subconscious, he reacted to every action taken against him, the force alerting him of the threat and strengthening his reflexes to meet the ferocity of the front lines so that he could stomach the approaching enemy and meet them head on throughout the chaos.

Soldiers seemed to rally around the presence of the Jedi, seeing him fighting on the front lines, lightsaber drawn, some of the men from the garrison recognized him and others moved to help reign fire down upon the battle-droids whom were steadily approaching without hesitation, with speed and accuracy that most men weren't capable of. Heavy ordinance took to the streets ahead, volleying just meters above to come down slamming into the street pavement and tearing up everything engulfing anything within a five meter radius in explosives, the defending army charging straight at them.

Veiere collided straight into one of the war-droids, yelling alongside the troops that followed driving their own vibro blades forward, others opening fire and using their rifles as blunt weapons at close quarters. His lightsaber drove straight through the chest while he was brought down in his own momentum with the droid, both hitting the ground and tearing the blade up through the head of the machine whilst he quickly climbed to his feet and was met by the striking hand of another, the blow from the droid stealing the air from his lungs and sending him backwards, pursuing the jedi only to be cut down by two of the republic soldiers to his left. In such close quarters it was pure anarchy, forced to swallow back the pain of the hit, he turned and struck out at the nearest foe; taking its head and soon proceeding to move with the Republican soldiers, helping them where possible, these droids unlike those that he'd fought in the past; they seemed to number every man and woman in the field two to one.