Paradise Found, Schutta (Rebellion of Mimban hex)

[Jsc]

Location: Mimban Temple of Pomojema p2
Objective: Drop
Allies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] (Engaging), [member="Travot Ravenna"] (Outside Parameter)
Enemies: [member="Ithiel Verd"] , [member="Keira Ticon"] , [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Commander Lusk"] , [member="Darian Beviin"] , (Landed, Engaging)


As the first shell from Commander Lusk's artillery hit the Temple. Karen suddenly had the realization that this location was the last place she should be right now. So with the evacuation underway, order given, Jedi hustling, Coway being Coway, and with Republic Forces already fluttering about outside? Meh. She decided to duck into the underground tunnels herself and peace-the-frell-out.

Stone could be rebuilt and marble could be recut. But poor little Neutral Master's still crumble like tissue paper under the stress of an artillery barrage. Or, ya know. Whatever the heck was tearing the ceiling apart with fire and brimstone right about now. Details. Details. Who's got time for details when the sky is falling, ya know?

Now underground. She'd jog a few miles back to the surface, give a thumbs up sign to the younglings and padawans who managed to escape, and then hitch a ride back to friendly space in her X-Wing R Custom. Making the mental note to avoid turbolaser bombardments for a very very long time.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: Mimban
Allies: [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Enemy: @ithel verd @kira ticon [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Darian"] bevlin
Gear: H.T.E Dueling armour and pink lightsaber
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

After she killed a lot mandalorian drop pods, it was time to move on. She found out they are attacking a temple, she had army near by, and for some reason no one had engaged her troops. No doubt they did not have the resources to do so, after all she must kill a hell of lot on the way down to planet. She sent her scouts forward first, and left pioneers behind with six infantry companies, to guard the artillery. She planned to march on the enemy and kill them, she sent a message to republic forces, asking where do they need her to take down the mandalorian forces. She could not understand why they where here, but they where and they need dealing with one way or another.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Yractos
Enemies: Republic
Objective: Light up the sky. Enjoy the show!

Alkor watched the systems go green as his tunneler cracked the final layer of security for the energy output. Anyone ought to have noticed by now that both primary and secondary systems had vented at once- the major failsafe that kept planetary shields from overheating or blinking offline- and the cycle that they were on reset. It would take several minutes before they could be set to vent once more, but that was enough time. He didn't intend to just bring them down.

At this point, the power conduits had charged to their maximum setting and output was thrumming to the shields. It had been five minutes since the process began, and both of the shield projectors would now be at the point Alkor had intended to bring them to. He didn't need to turn them on or off. He didn't even need to get into the deeper part of the system to do any of this. He was right where he needed to be.

The Jen'jidai's target had never been the power source itself. It would be too easy for them to slave the systems to a secondary or even tertiary power grids. Alkor knew better than to leave them room to recover.

It was often said that a computer was only as smart as the person using it. That went double for systems on a grid scale. No different from deleting the system folder on an operating system, if a fatal error was input by a user, the system would not resist. That was how it happened. When Alkor told the Shield Projectors to overheat, they took it at face value. As a designated user- he had gotten in, slipped past security, and superimposed himself as one- it accepted everything he told it to do.

And now...

Fireworks.

Spoiler

Since no one actively stopped me from slicing the power grid, I took the liberty of overloading the shield projectors.

 

[Zef Halo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qbRHY1l0vc​

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Location: Approaching the Temple on Mimban
Objective: Obliterate all opposing forces.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"]; [member="Ithiel Verd"];[member="Darian Beviin"], [member="Commander Lusk"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]; [member="Karen Roberts"]


**

It was time to teach. Time to teach 'em what a Mando is.

**

The Mandalorian assault force 'landed' safely, if safely meant that most had survived. The warriors were quick to regroup, they were born and bred for this. It was not surprise that they knew war more than war knew itself. The heights where the Temple was situated could be seen. After Darian's Mandalorian ritual finished, Keira gave an order to develop a line that would hold and wreck the Republic forces situated in the Temple.

"Snaryadkas loaded with Alyoshas, two lines, gap of 20 meters between both lines. Keep the Snaryadkas close to each other. How many ?"

"Lots of Republic Forces regrouping in an attempt to annihilate us. We're being gunned down by a gunship." A Crusader answered as a gunship made a strife killing and injuring numerous men.

"Not the Pubs, the Snaryadkas."

"We've been able to gather ten for the first line and thirteen for the second line."

"Good, get on it quickly and fire ASAP. Second line to Republic line of forces and first line to the Temple."

"These rockets, are you sure, they are more infantry-"

"I am not here to destroy the temple, just to show 'em why we got buy'ce."

"Oh-"

"Yep, white phosphorus. Set them 'em up and fire."

Not long after the order was given the lines were set up and the firing commenced, the white phosphorus would immediately light up when the missiles detonated. White phosphorus was not only non-extinguishable by convenient means, it also burned to the bone. Moreover, those that did not have filtration systems installed would be unfit to fight and with a high chance of dying. The white phosphorus would also spread through any openings such as ventilation systems as it is a gas.

Meanwhile, Zef dashed for cover, his two verpine shatter pistols in his hands and announced through the comm:

"<Hold the line, Mando'ade. Hold the line. Do not push forward. Alyoshkas have been deployed. Repeat, Alyoshkas have hit the ground.>"

 

[Boethiah]

Indeed she did realize things were going to take a while, and with that the young witch did not stand around doing nothing. No--she had a very clear objective in mind. Looking upon the ground, there were no more bodies around them, well... There were... Just they were getting up, walking around, and doing whatever it is they do; undead things. Things Boethiah either didn't care for or didn't care to notice too much.

Rather, the young woman began to slowly walk around the Ewok, forming a circle like she did earlier when she hopscotched. Instead of hopscotching, however, she turned her attention to more intricate forms of movement. The agile witch started to practice her handstands, steadily keeping herself upright before one-by-one, step-by-step, walking across the ground by her hands in a circle around the Ewok. All the while he continued his chanting, his magics. To whatever result they would.

She wobbled and tipped slightly every now and then, before righting herself back up. From upside-down, she kept an eye out for anything unusual. Anything that might threaten her or her Ewok companion.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Nick Sept]

Allies: Several clones, Pubbies, hard to say at this point, probably [member="Khia Varad"]
Enemies: An army of the Dead, [member="Miss Blonde"] and her eternal jerkiness, [member="Cyrus Falcor"], [member="Warok the Defiler"], and maybe [member="Boethiah"]
NPC aid: Laughingstock with a shot gun, Tigress with a cloud-car, Poet with an automatic blaster rifle. That's Anti-material rifle is somewhere.
Equipment: Vibroknife, bacta, pistol, cigars, comm-link, cyborg body, bad attitude, shiny coat, trooper armor under coat.
NPC equipment: They look good in black.


[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJlN9jdQFSc[/youtube]


Nick grunted, holstering his gun, and removing a signal flare from his coat, tossing it at the horde. He then picked up his pace, now jogging briskly towards them.



"Ceasefire," he replied back in basic. "Not a surrender. You can try and earn that after we've stopped...." he wave an arm about, "This karking mess," he said, poitning to the zombies angrily. "They are killing yours and mine. Whomever did this, it needs to stop. Now."


The clone pulled out a comm-link. "Poet, rendezvous with Tigress and Laughingstock, take the car this way. Outskrits, north a quarter of a click. New plan, we're working with the mandos until this zombie mess sorts itself out."


He looked at Khia, glowing red photoreceptors meeting her eyes. "My team will provide cover. You and I will lead the charge, we'll find the source of this, and stop it," he nodded. "You want to avenge your fallen comrades? Then we stick together until then," he said dryly. No name, no courtesies. This was two soldiers calling a truce. Senator Sept was gone. This was all Commander Sept now. This was the dangerous side of a man who didn't want to retire. Hell, it looked like the whole damned galaxy shared his sentiment. "Find the source, kill whatever tries to stop us. We will save this city."


He didn't take no for an answer. He had laid out a plan. If they wanted to abide by it, fine. If they wanted to shoot him in the back, also fine. Frankly, neither was important. He sighed and looked to them. "Source is in the center. Back up is on the way," he said curtly. There may not have been a word for hero in Mando'a, but there sure as hell was a concept of "Stick together or die," and he was hoping that the point had come across. He couldn't afford a betrayal right now.....

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mimban Capital
Objective: Survive and Escape
Allies: To be Determined (Hopefully [member="Songbird"] )
Enemies: Zombies (via [member="Warok the Defiler"] and Co)
Gear: Benelli M4 (48 Shells), Chaavla Revolver (36 Rounds), Beskad, Medkit, One Day Rations

Whatever was happening in space was of very little consequence to the Mandalorian on the ground, sitting in a cantina getting a drink during the short rest between trips. Mimban was a stop for him when travelling from Alderaan to the Kathol Outback, and today, things just happen to get hairy. Normally he wouldn't worry much about territory exchanges or disputes, but it turned his two hour layover into an indefinite delay, just perfect.

To make matters worse, this section of the city, the poor section of the city was in a state of panic. Evacuations hadn't reached this area, and likely wouldn't ever. When it came to government aid, the lower-middle class got ignored by all of em. Rich enough to barely scrap by, poor enough to be sad and not get anywhere.

And they were in the streets screaming and running. He heard the yells from the cantina, watched as the bartender left in a hustle and bustle, but never left his stool. No T-visor, no armor. Too visible when he was trying to travel lowkey. Not many folks recognized his face, and few would look for him on this planet for any reason. He wore black trousers, a grey shirt with a black jacket pulled over, about half the buttons on the shirt open. On his hip he had a Chaavla Revolver and in his duffle bag a shotgun he rarely carried. It was just lowbrow enough that he wouldn't mind losing it in customs if it happened to go missing.

Draco finally made his way outside and realized what the people were running from. Zombies.

Well, that certainly complicated things for the Mandalorian. No doubt his flight off the planet was going to be bit late. "Yeah... Rach. I'm gonna need you to pick me up if ya can. I'll activate an emergency beacon once I can. No clue where I will end up." The line was staticy, but the older warrior confirmed and the line went dead.

From the doorway, Draco could see the majority of the civilians, and the undead horde behind them, had moved deeper into the city, however, there were still many of both in eyesight. He could see some civilians trying to barricade themselves inside buildings, some of the undead moving around in small packs, however there were still a dangerous number between him, and the safety of the jungles were he would just have to camp out until his ride arrived in the form of a single small stealth freighter, probably smaller, if better armed and with a beskar hull, than what the Mandalorian Empire was using.

"Alright, hang on." His voice trailed off as he was speaking to no one in particular, holding the door closed with one foot while he pulled weapons and equipment out of his larger bag. "Beskad, shotgun, knife, survival kit, evac beacon. Feth the rest of the clothes and boots. Ugh, I hate to leave that trinket, but I'm sure Faith will understand, if I bring it up." The creature hissed and growled, clawing through the grates in the door trying to get at him. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you."

After getting just a little situated with what little gear he had on the planet, the warrior jabbed the beskad up through the zombie's jaw and shoving it off the door so he could start making his way through the back alleys looking for a fire escape.

Kill Count: 1

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Somewhere between FOB Danube and FOB Exocron
Objective: Take advantage of the situation
Allies: A platoon (25) of Mandalorian Crusaders.
Enemies: Galactic Republic's Gyndine Ground Forces; [member="Caelag Vass"]; [member="Sylvia Nuru"]
Equipment: In Bio.

"< Alright, we've set up a perimeter, Mando'ade.>" The commander leading this operation stated over the comms in Mando'a. "<All vantage points in this valley are ours. Mine boys, set up those Anti-Gravity Field Bombs on both of our perimeter's front and back. This place, according to information, can be used as a transportation lane.>"

"<We've launched scouting parties, while most of us have taken positions already in our perimeter. We've got eyes everywhere. Oya!>" Another Mando responded over the comm.

"<Good, good. Those bastards won't know what'll hit 'em.>" The commander chuckled over the comm. They were here to outplay the enemy. <"Scouting party A, what's your status?>"

**

<"Scouting party A, what's your status?>"

<"Nothing in these woods."> Varian responded as he ventured forth into the woods.

<"Found an abandoned tower, Varian, come look. It looks like a com-"> Abruptly, a shot was heard being fired in the air.

<"Hareet?>" Varian's fists clenched in his hold of the beskad.

<"Hareet, respond.">

Varian zoomed in towards the tower with his visor and the sensors of his helmet did not lie. The infrared and lifeform scanners revealed to him the existence of another being.

He couldn't get used to this helmet, not yet at least. Taking it off, he felt as if his connection with the Force grew stronger. His senses now totally unhindered and focused on utilizing the Force.

There was certainly someone there at the tower that was not Hareet.

Augmenting his speed greatly, Varian lunged himself forward in a dash towards the tower. His beskad in his right hand while his left remained free to use his Dinu'ul.

Unleash the Mandalorian's wrath.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

MSD100 Imperious Mk II-class Star Defender Imperious II (Development)
Mimban Orbit

Fleet

Spoiler

8000 meters total
Imperiuos II - MSD100 Imperious Mk II-class Star Defender 1900 (Being Developed here)
6 squadrons
Wave Serpent - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
KingfIsh - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Tempest - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Blue Tide - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Sky DIver - MFG39 Onager-class Bombardment Frigate 400
Horus - MFG39 Onager-class Bombardment Frigate 400
Grappler - MFG35 Angler-class Interdictor Frigate 400
Barrington - MCE30 Nautilus-class Escort Frigate 250
Marko - MCE30 Nautilus-class Escort Frigate 250
Stellar - MCC29 Swordfish-class Missile Corvette 200
Jordan - MCC29 Swordfish-class Missile Corvette 200

Picket 117 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60
Picket 128 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60

Picket 129 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60
Picket 145 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60

Reshmar watched the forward view screen as the ships in the distance grew. A small set of red numbers scrolled down in the corner indicating the range. Reshmar knew the numbers would turn yellow once the ship and the rest of the force were in long range weapons range. It was a waiting game now. Soon the long guns of the two fleets would be in reach of each other and the battle would begin. From his left an officer spoke.

"Long Range Weapons range in one minute admiral."

The man began reading the numbers as they scrolled down. Reshmar watched the counted till it hit thirty then looked out at the ships in the distance. He knew they too would be monitoring the range. It was evident when the number counting down range turned yellow and the flash of weapons fire blocked out the view of the ships in the distance as they opened fire a bit early expecting the inertia of the Republics force to carry them into their fire. Reshmar did not rush the gun but paused a moment and waited for the first volley of fire to strike the forward shields of this ships. Then he turned to is executive officer and spoke.

"Have the cruisers and firgates open fire Captain Liat. Target the Bastion first." said Reshmar as he watched the shielding ripple from the enemy fire. A moment later the screen turned white as hundreds of energy torpedo projectors let lose their stored energy, sending it across the distance instantly finding its way to the enemy. A moment later the long range turbolasers and ion weapons followed the energy torp barrage as their capacitors and systems recharged for a second volley.

"Keep our forces shielding focused forward Captain." said Reshmar as a voice behind him shouted out words Reshmar feared and had expected to hear.

"Sir the Pirate had turned on us, he is siding with the enemy." said a communications officer. Reshmar closed his eyes and thought about how stupid it had been for the Republic to give the pirate a fleet. The ships now sat off his flank and were a real problem for his cruisers.

"Sir they are firing on us!" came the voice of one of the tactical officers. An icon flashed as one of his ships took a barrage to its weak flank and taking minor hull damage. Another ship began to flash as it too, having its shielding focused towards the forward arc had its hull damaged by the traitorous pirates ships. Reshmar slammed his flippered hands on his command console and cursed. He seldom let anything affect him enough to curse but he had warned the Republic time and time again not to trust pirates. This was a clear example of why. After the Pirate Justice had betrayed then at Roche Reshmar had pleaded with the Republic not to arm pirates. He would see to it no Pirate ever received assistance in the form of fleet resources again.

"Weapons officer Target the lead ship in his formation and see that our freind [member="Aedan Miles"] knows never to cross us again." said Reshmar to a Duro officer standing behind the oficers manning weapons control. The man nodded with a "Yes Sir" then gave the order. The Imperious was not a sniping ship. The vessels of Reshmars group were formed around long range engagement utilizing strong shielding and forward placed armor to stand off against any force at distance, and fight them to a standstill. The Imperious II however, was not designed as such. It was meant as a main line destroyer and as such it was much like its predicessor. It was a beast meant to engage warships at normal and close range. It was meant to form the center of the fleets of the Republic and Alliance. It was a brawler. The heavy turbolasers and ion cannons of the Imperious II swiveled and targeted the Pirates ships and let loose a wall of energy in the form of blue and red bolts. Reshmar watched as the icons which had once been green, that represented the pirate force, now turned red. Then as the smaller icons of his fighters now moved into formation to defend the Mon Calamari vessels. A second image split the forward screen that was a view of the pirates force now drew Reshmars attention. He calmed himself and fogut of a second round of cursing and watched as the fire from Imperious II found its mark.

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Mimban System​

Onboard "The Mythosaur." Bastion Class Star Destroyer​

POV: Solan Charr.​

Fleets Currently in System = Fleet #1.​

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

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Aedan had turned both his coat and his tail now, his ships moving to make way for the secondary escape location that would ensure the ships he had with him were protected. It was time for him to regroup though now as he realized there was no way this would end well for him without the fourth detachment. This was made ever clearer the moment that Reshmar came into range, unloading a mass of torpedos. And while they were still at their maximum range, he still found that those that did strike the shields erupted in a quick flare of energy that taxed the layered shielding. Each blast was enough to spark worry in Solan and he was not interested in seeing the bombardment do damage to them.​

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"All power from weapons to engines, keep the shields up as best as you can. We are retreating to our rendevous point in order to regroup with the three other fleets."​

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His eyes stared at the comms officer, waiting for him to relay the command to Yusan's forces as well as for the assault craft to make their way back to the ships which they had come from. Escaping from Reshmar was not as hard as it could have been. There was no interdiction field, and his ships were still at an outstanding range to stop from pinpoint strikes on the engines of his ships to be a problem. Thankfully it only took a minute to get is ships out of there, and with that came the streaked lines of hyperspace travel, leaving in their wake what was now empty space where they had once been. If Reshmar followed him, then he would find himself facting the Mon Cal's fleet at Cato Nemodia, not at Mimban. It wasn't like they hadn't succeeded though. Mimban was in turmoil, Gyndine was likely soon to follow.​

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Cato Nemodia had brought the Black Ties to this sector, and now it was time to regroup with the damage having been done to the Republic's sector. He wished he had caused more damage to the Republic fleets, but it was possible that Yusan had caused his own level of damage that made up for the limited degree of combat from his own forces.​

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Gyndine System​

Onboard "The Katana." Pegasus Class Battlecruiser,​

POV: Void.​

Fleets Currently in Group = Fleet #2, #3, #4.​

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[member="Gir Quee"] [member="Dallen Thayne"]​

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Yusan saw the command and his eyes flared as he knew he could not argue with it. In a moment all power from the cannons was drained, his own eyes glaring now as they opened and he saw the light fade from the Antimatter cannon as it was forced to be halted. He would ensure he got his damage done to the republic in one way or another, but for now it was time to regroup at Cato Nemodia. Just as all ships had turned on the Republic forces, he found himself now having his ships move to aim for their escape vector. The Valkyrie had sustained heavy damage by now, but its engines had been spared thanks to the preparation of enhancing the shields while removing engine power when they had dropped out.​

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The would have time to repair the ship once at the Rendezvous point, telling himself that as he glared to the side where the Republic fleets now stood, the canons of his ships firing on them as all ships moved to punch in their escape vector, Gir's ships had taken apart the Valkyrie and the nearby ships caught in the fire, but they would be able to escape for now and fight another day. There was plenty of life aboard those ships, and Gir had done well to ensure that the Assault fleets needed to regroup.​

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Yusan had done his part as the lines of the stars stretched out around him. All the ships fading from realspace and vanishing while lines of smoke and debris would replace what had been there at one time.​

 

[Willam Forlon]

RSD Justice
Kashyyyk

Forlon sat in the command chair of his ship and cursed at himself for being out of position. His florce had been sitting over Kashyyyk overseeing the humanitarian forces who were dealing with the damage delt to the world by the Mysterious imperials who had attacked it. When the call went out for help from Mimban and Gyndine he had immediately sent forces to every planet in the Gyndine/Mimban section of Republic space. Now he and his force were preparing to jump towards Mimban and the forces under siege there. He hoped he was not too late.

"Sir, we have a call from Admiral Jorest at Cato Neimoidia." said the officer now patching the call to Forlons screen. Forlon nodded and the image of the short human appeared on the screen. The Admiral was one of the oldest admirals in service in the fleet and had been given command of the Republics Flagship because of that. The man smiled and began to speak.

"Supreme Commander, We have take up position above Cato Neimoidia and have begun sending support forces down to the world. Space is secured and I have initiated a patrol force to interdict the few enemy ships in the system." said the grey haired man. Forlon nodded and replyed with a smile.

"Very good Admiral, once again you have proven your place and assignment are due. I will be departing for Mimban in a moment to support Admiral Reshmar there. I have dispatched Admiral Holt to you. he should be there soon. I am not sure of his ETA. Once there you will assume command of the over all defense of the world. He will back you up. Most of the fighting is at Mimban and Gyndine so I am sure you will have the system to yourself until Holt can arrive to bolster you. See to getting those forces on the ground the support they need. I will speak with you after this is all over old friend. Until then my the force be with you." Said Forlon as he noticed the jump counter clicking down.

"Very good Willam, I look forward to dinner at your home soon. You will owe mw one after this." said the man as the image disappeared and the screen changed to a view of space in the distance. The counter scrolled down and the view became one of starlines as Supreme Commanders force jumped to Mimban.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location of Element 2 and Aedan Miles Mimban
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: [member="Reshmar"] and company


Aedan Miles watched as Reshmar caught on a snort leaving his lips as he saw the damage the one ship would be able to inflict in a standing fight. Nodding Aedan turned on his heel walking towards the rear of the bridge calling out over his shoulder. "Transmit orders to the first element prepare all ships to jump to Attahox and meet there. We will make a second jump from there to an undisclosed location. Oh yes create an open channel to all republic forces and relay it to the other fleets." Aedan sat in the command throne waiting before his communications officer nodded and aboard each republic ship an image of Aedan would appear his violet eyes gleaming as he smirked darkly. "Now as I am sure you have realized your ships are now under my command. Whether willingly or in some cases kept in line by the presence of the Dark jedi and Red Fang units aboard them to act as 'security' they are now leaving with me. You are free to follow me if you wish I wouldn't suggest it though but please come play tag." He smirked and mockingly bowed to them as his ships turned and started to move away swiftly fighters bombers and gunships breaking off of their attack runs to return to the ships only half of those launched successfully returning.

Location of the first fleet element.
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: [member="Dallen Thayne"] [member="Gir Quee"]
Seeing how things were going and getting the early warning Aedan's first fleet element started to pull back rapidily fighters returning to their home ships as they started to leave the interdiction zone now the Republic would have to choose. Chase after the pirate's forces or chase after Yusan and his forces. Captain Drake sent a single message to Yusan "See you back in Empire space." The Salvation, Avenger and Centurion-class bringing up the rear with full power to rear and side shields as they safe guarded the rest of the fleet. Once they were out of interdiction each ship would make the jump to lightspeed quickly breaking off the attack.

 

[Caelag Vass]

Location: Gydine
Enemy of Priority: [member="Varian of Myrkr"]
Objective: I'm honestly making these up as I go anyways why stop now?

It took almost no time for Caelag to climb the tower to get her beloved vantage point, and as a bonus she seemed to have better reception on her comlink. All the better to coordinate her two privates. She folded out the bipod and rested it on the edge of the tower, focusing her force sight to act not unlike a scope. Her one real talent, focusing her sightline in a single direction. Quite the feat honestly, but only in so much as application. She used this focused sight to scan over the battlefield as she got reports from her fireteam of finishing their first layer of traps.

This was good, this was what she needed. She activated the com link and brought it to her lips. "Corporal Vass to FOB Danube, we've set the first layer of traps along the path of the enemy lines. Should be recieving hit... son of a sith.." She turned her head and focused at a very, very fast signature in the force. Coming straight at her. She swung the rifle's tip around to aim there, and hurriedly spoke to [member="Symara Tarriq"] on the other end. "Contact, one strong signature in the force heading at me. Position is compromised, potential lightsaber-wielding mando en route to my position. Acknowledge."

Before she could get any sort of confirmation from base that her message had been recieved, she brought her right hand back to the trigger and gave it a gentle squeeze, the sound of a loud bolt ripping through the air once more. She wasn't quite afraid, but she wasn't going to take any chances. The bolt seared the air as it went, leading the target by quite some distance, hoping that the man would simply run right into it without realizing. That would very much make her day.

 

[Vernan Holt]

RSD Formidable
Enroute to Cato Neimoidia

Admiral Holt laid in his bunk resting and thinking about the situation he now found himself. The Republic was afire with battle and here he was stuck in hyperspace on his way to a world which according to his comm officer was not even seeing any fleet engagements. Forlon had ordered him there, just in case, as the supreme commander had said. He had one of the largest battle groups in the republic navy and he was being sent to support ground forces. His ships would have been better spent in one of the battles raging above Mimban or Gyndine. Instead he was taking his task force to baby sit the army. His communicator chimed and the voice of his executive officers spoke.

"Admiral we wil be in the system soon. I have readied a CAP for when we arrive and our assault forces are preparing now. " said the captain over the noise of the bridge in the background. Holt opened his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as a headache was coming on.

"Very well captain I will be on the bridge momentarily, Have me some caf ready when I get there." said Holt closing his eyes again and relaxing one last moment before he would have to get up and walk to the bridge.

 

[Songbird]

Location: Mimban, City Streets
Allies: Galactic Republic, [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Bullies, [member="Miss Blonde"], Zombie Horde

"You have got to be bloody kidding me."
Zombies. First Mimban gets hit by an army of droids, then the living bloody dead. The woman made sure to aim for the head when she fired upon them, trying not to look at the poor soldiers and civilians that were beset by the living dead, tearing them apart. Never in her life had she seen anything like it.
The Talravinian found that the zeds fell easily, as long as she hit the head. Seeing the horde surrounding her, Songbird cursed, knowing that the city was lost.

When the Jedi grabbed her arm, and told them they had to fall back, she considered it. Her survival instinct would be telling her that she had to leave, that she had to go somewhere safe.
But she was Songbird. She didn't have a survival instinct.
"Sorry, love. But there's still people trapped in the city."
She looked him in the eye.
"Get you and your men somewhere safe, love."

Songbird tried not to think as she ran deeper into the city, near the poorer section of the capital, avoiding engaging the slow zombies whenever possible. She had to conserve power cells, now, so she had pulled her Taserblade, stabbing it into the head of any zed she couldn't avoid. Whenever she ran into someone, she directed them to where the Jedi and his troops were retreating. Hopefully the man could handle the newcomers, if they made it that for.
But as time went on, she found less people, and more undead.
Didn't matter. As long as there was a single soul in this city, she'd work to save it.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Location: Yractos, Gydine
Allies: [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Thoja Arlos"], The GR
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"], the ME

Dune hadn't been following any tracking devices since entering the city. He simply stretched out with his higher senses and let the Force guide him. It drew him into the centre of the capital. He found there a Dark presence and it brought him before the entrance of the main power generation facility.

Entering the facility had found the skeleton security force incapacitated. It merely served to confirm what he felt within the Force. The Dark being lay within the halls and the presence grew stronger as he went further in. He needed no maps to navigate the durasteel and concrete halls.

The sinister energies drew him as a candle does a moth. So the Bith found himself down the hall from the main generator room. He paused to study the doorway for a moment. There was a hole carved through it which told him they had a lightsaber.

Hardly surprising. They seem to be handed out like carnival prizes, he thought wryly.

"You know who I am. You know why I'm here," he began just loud enough to be heard down the hall. "You will first cease your current endeavour, then you will surrender without incident. Failure to comply will result in dire consequences."

He needed no preamble. The being inside could sense him just as he could whoever was beyond. He spoke with simple sincerity and needed no threats or false bravado. The choice was really that simple: comply or suffer the consequences.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Mimban Capital, Front-lines.
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Alena Reckar"], @Songbird.

The center-line had broken, they were being forced to fall back both by the invading forces and the undead. The city however hadn't yet fallen, the Republic was still battling all that was being thrown at them on all fronts and while Veiere led the injured and the war-torn back to their people, he looked up as [member="Alena Reckar"]'s reinforcements passed them and took to the fighting on their flank, a godsend in that it took the focus of the conflict away from the first wave. Returning to the forward encampment of the Republic, he carried one of the republic soldiers to the medical area, their surgeons and medics working over time, straining themselves in order to save those few fortunate enough to not have wounds so fatal. So many already laid upon the make-shift stretchers, temporary beds stained with the blood of each soldier who'd had their turn before either dying or being referred elsewhere to someone else, now a lesser priority.

The first defense had worn him down, no longer the young Knight that he had once been, he looked as worn as he felt, exhaustion settling in now that he had found a moment to breath without every second being a threat to his life; his focus shifted to assisting the medical station in helping those in need. Curato Salva, the Jedi practice of healing. Perhaps he was being too critical of himself yet as he applied his hands to the wounded and channeled the force through his center, willing the rejuvenation of the broken flesh of the man in front of him, his thoughts went to his past and to the rigorous training that was no longer so available to him while in service to [member="Lady Kay"]. He could continue to train on his own as he had for so long but without the company of other jedi and those that could push him to his limits in the pursuit of bettering himself, he would never really be at the apex of what he could have provided during these chaotic times. Such a thing that, should he survive this war, he would have to revisit Theodred Heavenshield and the Silver Sanctum; get some real time in sparring against their people.

A Jedi's place on the battlefield was a constantly moving thing, controversial as they were not meant to be soldiers and yet they sought to protect all and maintain a sense of peace where they could, thus Veiere did not follow military strategy, he acted much like a guardian amongst warriors, assisting wherever he believed he was needed the most. It was equally a battle of conscience as much as it was, a physical one; he was no Immortal, no all powerful savior of these people, he would die just as easily from a well placed shot as the next man and the fatigue and the emotional turmoil was just as detrimental to he as his peers. For now, he would use the time away from the front-lines to to what he could in healing as well as for himself in retaining his center, his strength and stamina that would return over time before later returning to the heat of the battle.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: near the Temple of Pomojema, Mimban
Objective: Apparently fighting and stuff
Allies: Native Coway, [member="Karen Roberts"], [member="Ali Hadrix"]?
Enemies: [member="Kiera Ticon"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Ithiel Verd"]
Specific Enemy: [member="Ithiel Verd"]
Gear: See signature for usual gear, macrobinoculars, medpac

What had started as a relatively peaceful morning in the jungle had quickly turned into bloodthirsty chaos.

Advanced war machines made by galactic powers fought against each other, the jungle, and the Coway.

Even the most basic elements and chemicals had not escaped the violence.

As he descended from his tree, Travot caught a faint whiff of what at first he thought was garlic. He clung onto a branch and turned his head to view a rising column of white smoke that drifted up into the darkening skies. He frowned. It's not Dave's cooking...it's white phosporous... He had only encountered several times before, though on a far smaller scale in smoke grenades. It was a curious if dangerous chemical if one was unaware of its properties. It was widely known to spontaneously combust quite rapidly at high temperatures when exposed to free oxygen. While this made it dangerous to organics who made direct contact with it while it was combusting, this amount of contact time was ephemeral at best. And while that time could be prolonged and especially dangerous in closed settings, the air currents of the almost perpetually stormy Mimban V were well-suited to simply whisking its burning particles in their naturally upward nature and away from the ground. But none of this detracted from the chemical's main use by the rest of the galaxy, as a quick-acting smoke screen.

Travot squinted as he struggled to even see the obsidian bricks of the temple. Even my macro-binoculars won't be of much use in all of this haze. He slowly descended until he reached the lowest branch of the Irewe tree. He froze among a cluster of broad leaves as he saw a shadowly figure walk towards him with a blaster rifle in trained on his tree's trunk. As the figure passed a bush, he saw a second one jump out from behind it, and swing an axe into the mandalorian's neck. The mercenary staggered forward, but the coway didn't hesitate to give with his continued assault, kicking the man behind his knee cap. The man plunged onto the before another axe stroke completed the man's beheading. Travot winced as he jumped to land on the ground.

The coway chief, one D'wen Tone, stalked towards him and grunted at him with a guttural form of pidgin basic, "Death come to all."

Travot solemnly nodded as he if understood, though he really didn't. Is that supposed to be comforting? Or is that a call to revenge? Ravenna's jaw briefly set as he considered the implications of these latest actions to the Coway. Much of the culture lived underground, so far untouched by the fighting, but the Temple of Pomojema was sacred ground to them. It seemed unlikely to Travot that they'd simply ignore such atrocities as the destruction being wrought on to their home laying down. They were too proud to ignore, yet not stupid enough to realize that they were outmatched in a standing fight against the high tech mercenaries. The guerilla tactics that they employed on the Galactic Empire years before and on their fellow tribes during war would likely see action here. Hit and fade attacks from the trees, foliage, or even from their underground passages.

I will likely have to adopt the same tactics...The Republic's jedi had no standing quarters or permanent infrastructure associated with the native's temple. While the occasional scholar came to study the glyphs or treasure-seeker came looking for remnants of the great crystal, there was little reason for the jedi to continually intrude upon what was another culture's sacred site, especially with the Republic's flagship academy being only several sectors away. Travot reached out through the Force to feel for the three visiting jedi. He could not feel the first two's presence, and he quickly surmised that they had either been killed or had hidden themselves much as Travot had done. The third, one [member="Karen Roberts"], quite sensibly seemed to be withdrawing from the fight. Just me and the coway for the moment...I'm sure there have been worse odds in the galaxy...

Travot fell in behind Tone as the coway disappeared into the cover and concealment of the jungle's floor. While not as practiced in moving through the foliage as the coway, his own adventures on the outer edges of the galaxy had exposed him to similar climates in the past. The large man hunkered down into and deftly bent, but didn't snap, the green stalks that rose up from the rich floor. Tone suddenly halted, tapped Travot on his front knee, and pointed through an opening of the brush in front of them. A thick cloud of billowing, white smoke arose from a recently landed shell in front of a massive object that Travot recognized as the temple's entrance.

"You get us through," demanded the chief.

Travot nodded. This is probably not what the Council had in mind when they approved my "environmental training" here...but it's just as applicable as any...Travot closed his eyes and reached through the Force to feel its flow and ebb. He reached out into that energy field, subtly altering its flow by transferring energy from some air molecules to another. As some molecules became cooler, others became warmer, creating an upward flowing wind that accelerated the natural dispersion of the white phosporous.

"Another come soon."

With that, the two quickly sprang out of their hiding spot to sprint into the native's temple. As they passed its threshhold, Travot was immediately struck by how much cooler the temple felt than when he was last in it. Instinctively he felt something off, and promptly drew his saber. He tapped a pair of switches, selecting the weapon's shorter, turquoise blade. The blade sprang to life with its characteristic snap-hiss to illuminate the ancient halls. His body entered a stance with a low center of gravity, almost par for many Soresu adherents, as he took the point position. the two warriors advanced down the hall until they encountered the rather incongruous site of man wearing modern body armor among the ancient religious carvings of the Coway's predecessors. Travot raised an eyebrow and warily came to a halt some distance away from [member="Ithiel Verd"].

"What brings you to this sacred place?"

 

[Isar]

Mimban,
Capital

A jumble of words flowed to the beat of the dead and dying. Warok knew the tune and he chanted to it now, with words that spoke of decaying flesh and the spore of fungi. The ditty of the fly who laid its larvae in the corpse. The song of the carrion bird come to peck and scrabble. Heretical locutions spilled from pudgy lips and they bid the souls of the dead be bound unto him.

Absorbed in the midst of these invocations, Warok would not notice the approach of the brave heroes who were making their way through the hundreds of undead.

The Warchild, however, might.

[member="Boethiah"] | [member="Khia Varad"] | [member="Nick Sept"]

 

[Dallen Thayne]

Location: Gyndine local space, 102nd Task Force
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] (only if they want to show up for their poor commander) [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Nom Gunnar"] [member="Agent Darkstar"] [member="Erran Lanith"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"]
Enemies: [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Fleet:

Spoiler

102nd Task Force
(Glory of the Republic) Republic Class Destroyer x 1 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 3]
(Firebird) Centurion Battlecruiser x 1 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 3] [R46 Valiant Squadrons x 3] [Scuurg H-6 Bomber Squadrons x 3]
(Payload) Deliverance Heavy Carrier x 1 [R46 Valiant Squadrons x 3] [Scuurg H-6 Bomber Squadrons x 3]
(Testament, Song of Serenno, Herald of Onderon, Justice) Hammerhead Cruisers x 4 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 1 per frigate]
(Swift Runner, Lost Love, Naboo Jewel) Katana Corvette x 3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skRuEtt1Xns

"Lieutenant Sella all weapons hot, transfer all shields forward! Ree order all ships ahead at full speed have the Firebird deactivate their gravity well generator, Marlow bring us ahead, Vanquo keep us abreast of changes in their formation and energy fluxes!" Dallen had an incredible migraine now, not just from the stress of seeing the number of enemies before him. No, because not only did the enemy seem to have arrived en masse at Gyndine, but their own allies were stealing their ships and firing on them. At first the 710th Task Force under Admiral Gir Quee arrived to provide support and things appeared hopeful. Yet, the eager faces of the crew did not last long despite their leap to action after the rest of the . . . .'Republic' responders arrived in-system.

The Republic Commander wasn't sure who was the officer in charge of the ships, but whoever they were he damned them to whatever hell they were spawned from along with the begotten crew supporting them. For those who were being coerced into continuing their roles, Dallen felt pure rage at what was being done to them. An emotion shared by the rest of his own Task Force it seemed as it felt as though the Republic Warships moved with greater purpose than before. The dazzling field of the Centurion Battlecruiser's gravity well generator dissipating, as its captain deactivated the effect for greater efficiency of his vessel, caught Dallen's eye as he nodded in nervous certainty. The ship would be at a disadvantage if it maintained power to the gravity well, and it wasn't as if the enemy needed to be stuck in system to want to destroy them with the odds this stacked.

"Ping the 710th and let them know we'll try and make an opening along the enemy's left flank." As the first of the 102nd's cruisers began opening long range fire on the Mandalorian Fleet's turning vessels, Dallen scowled at the foes ahead of him as they began their opening shots on the 710th whose initial position would have been excellent if it weren't for the blatant betrayal unfolding behind the battlegroup. The enemy's slow rotation to turn on the 710th's fleet did tell they had diverted power from their engines, however, it was only despairingly short time bought to try and move to support their comrades for the 102nd. At least. . . .that was what Dallen was thinking up until the point the Mandalorian Empire's forces began to disappear from the system.

"Lieutenant status!" Of course the question was directed to the officer at the sensor station who wasn't really sure what else to say besides the obvious as stunning as it was that it was occurring before them. "They're. . . .retreating sir and I don't know well why. . . " Whatever the reason, it didn't necessarily bode well for anyone, but they had other things to address. "Ree, open a line to Commander Avarro. . . .and open a line to the 710th once I finish." Dallen pushed his glasses as the sweat dripped down his face, his fingers tapping the arm of his command seat as he tried to comprehend what was going on.

When the communication line was opened though the Republic Officer went to work trying to cover what was happening. "Commander Avarro, this is Commander Thayne. What's the status of the situation on the surface? The enemy flotilla has exited the system. With the reprieve is there anything we can do for your people up here from orbit? We can deploy additional dropships and rocket jumpers if needed. Please return contact as soon as you're able and we'll provide support." Whatever was happening below, Dallen hoped it was less stressful than what he had just went through. Although there were some who definitely had it worse who he hoped he could reach now and aid. "Admiral is everything alright over there? Does any of your ships require attention or evacuation? What just happened. . . ."