Paradise Found, Schutta (Rebellion of Mimban hex)

[Gir Quee]

NPC Action: Captain Tovos, commander of the heavy cruiser Arendal
Location: The Arendal, in orbit via Talasea
Objective: Reinforce Talsea
Allies: [member="Sean Ailin"]
Enemies: [member="Khia Varad"]

The former command of Admiral Quee swung into low orbit, followed by a handful of other warships that had begun to coalesce around the arboreal world. Golden starlight glinted off their alabaster hulls, painting a rich if subtle palette to any causal observer. Captain Tovos, a lean man of fifty years propped himself against a guard rail that overlooked the world. He eyed the rich mottling of green that covered most of the perpetually damp world, wondering what had caused the recent incursion. A young bothan female strolled over to him and handed him a datapad. It didn't take long to read.

"This is it?" said Tovos, looking up at her.

Her tan fur rippled as she slowly nodded, "More and more forces are mobilizing from the other sectors and are inbound our way, but we're low priority. Other forces will start to trickle in here as they can."

Tovos nodded in understanding. He would be entirely unfamiliar with Talasea if weren't for its location on one of the Arendal's patrol routes. Most of the other ships that had gathered to him were similarly coming off of deep space patrol to reinforce the terrestially bound assaults. Talasea's usual defense force, a pair of DP20 frigates had managed to destroy some of the inbound transports (since they were not cloaked), but it had not been enough to stop the assault to a standstill. But as the REpublic forces would begin to gather in bulk over these worlds, their strategic numerical advantage would begin to come into play.

"Let us start the blockade," decided the man, "or perhaps I should say quarantine."

He cleared his throat.

"Communications, get me a horn with the commanders on the ground. They will be happy to know that reinforcements are on their way..."

As he spoke, the squadron of vessels began to disperse, forming a loosely knit web around the forest world. Inside their hulls, armored Republic marines began to draw their weapons from the armory and pilots began to suit up to man their starfighters. In a matter of minutes, Talasea would find my defenders plunging through the sky to defender her.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Allies: The GR etc
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] and friends.
Yractos, Gyndine

At first the Bith had been on his back foot. He was not the finest swordsman in the Order. He'd in fact barely managed to keep the twin blades from kissing his skin time and again. Now he was simply playing possum.

The dark man hadn't felt the effects of the nearby battle meditation as Dune had. It helped to transform an average fighter into something greater. Now his reaction time had been sharpened much more. He had to actively slow himself as to not tip his hand.

Dune had faced down the ferocity of Juyo as a Padawan. Then he had been lucky to merely escape with his life. Now he held the advantage of a decade's experience. He also had the bolstering effects of the Light blossoming within.

It was true that the Sith hadn't been as skilled as this human. He was every bit as good as Dune's teachers and more. But the Sith's skill had far eclipsed his own at that time. Now the advantage had been virtually nullified.

The Bith's blade parried once again. Then the saberstaff came apart with a deft turn of the human's wrists. It was a clever tactic that would've otherwise caught him. He saw it coming and he reacted with a backward leap of several meters.

So much for the advantage of surprise.

Juyo held an advantage when it came to physical combat. It did have it's weaknesses as in everything else, however. Dune gathered the bolstered energies of the Light around him. Even the greenest adept of the Dark Side would've noticed something by now.

He unleashed the energy with the shoving motion of his empty left hand. One not touched by the Force would see some possibly deranged Bith miming a push. The dark man would see the powerful wave coming downhill towards him....

Spoiler

[member="Ayumi Pallopides"] is actively engaged in battle meditation in Yractos city as we 'speak'. That's where I'm getting the performance boost from, not just out of my backside

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Approaching the Temple on Mimban
Objective: Death
Allies: [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Ithiel Verd"], [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Darian Beviin"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]

Keira had all but forgotten the utter chaos that came with being in command on the battlefield. There was always entirely too much going on wherever one happened to look, and it made it almost entirely impossible to focus. How she had missed it. It was a luxury to have others just as capable alongside her working towards the same goal; an army at her back that refused to falter just as she did. Hadrix was a foe that proved just as relentless, not that it bothered her. That just meant more of a challenge, and challenge was what people like her thrived on. After everything that had happened when the both of them were still loyal to the Republic, they would finally get a chance to settle things here and now.

When the gunship made its pass she was close. Close enough to watch the dirt kick up, and see her men die from the barrage of turbolasers. Close enough to get thrown back from the kickback of superheated plasma hitting the dirt, but over a decade spent on the battlefield meant she landed on her feet. And she was angry. Oftentimes that was the last reaction anyone wanted out of her, doubly so now that she had fallen to the dark once more. Because that meant restraint was gone. There was no time for that on the battlefield, least of all against an enemy like the Republic. After preventing a war with the Mandalorians twice over for their sake, it was time to bring them to their knees.

Immediately she lashed out with the Force when the gunship was still flying low above the treetops, latching onto one of its wings with all of the telekinetic strength she could muster in the moment. And she pulled down with everything she had, her aim to unbalance the ship and bring it crashing into the ground at speeds high enough to hopefully make it unable to take off again and kill or fatally maim the passengers within. When she released her hold there was a moment where she was lightheaded and black overtook her vision, but she came back in enough time to hear Zef give his orders, and she managed a crooked smile. "Give 'em hell, vod."

 

[Orlong Bann]

Location: Yractos, Gyndine
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Katbirye Rekr"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic, [member="Thoja Arlos"], [member="Dune Rhur"]
Objective: Spring the Trap.

(Using NPCs)

It takes a long time to override the urge to pee when you're about to drop in. The adrenaline dump kicks your body functions into high gear, which means you suddenly want to dump fluids. But you know what I'm talking about, you've probably felt it before, you don't need me to describe it.

It had taken Ardasz ten years of raiding and dropping in to finally reach a perfectly serene acceptance, to come to terms with his imminent hurling through empty space into atmosphere, braving murderously high temperatures and literally pulverizing velocities. He was a veteran now, well accustomed to all the terrors of orbital dropship insertion.

The pressure in his bladder was just coincidence.

Ornik, the big Vizla across from him, was clearly unseasoned from the way he twitched in his harness, fidgeting at the thick black armor plates and profusion of weapons he carried. The man was armed to an obscene degree. Did he expect to use it all? The two Beroyase next to him, the girls; hell, they each were barely carrying anything, and the darkhaired one - Even? Ava? Avene! - was asleep on her sister's shoulder. No, wait, they weren't sisters - cousins, right? Whatever.

"Make ready!" Ardasz jumped. Corvo had an unsettling quality of being able to startle anybody with his bellowing basso voice. That and ... well, everything about the man. He had an air of solidity and awful threat to him, the kind that comes from looking at a volcano. "Shields are dropping, we're going in!" He clomped to the back of the dropship and buckled in. Ardasz rolled his shoulders.

~

Over Gyndine, the Knight and its complement of craft had been waiting for this moment. The city shields over Yractos faltered, and a swarm of dropships and fightercraft swept down, hawks to their feast.

~

"Remember," Ornik said, addressing the five handpicked troopers, "ten minutes from boots down. We either get our man, or we don't, but the fire's coming down either way." Nobody answered. Ardasz closed his eyes as the dropship roared planetward, surrounded by gunships and starfighters: six squadrons of Bes'uliike, four of LAAT/D gunships. The ambient heat grew. The ship shook. Sweat dropped.

Then they were in atmo, dropping like rocks. Deadly, deadly rocks, full of fire and brimstone.

Then the drop slowed, and Ardasz opened his eyes. It was time.

The door dropped open, and his squad bolted out. The dropship immediately rose up and away, screening itself in the cloud of attack craft as they began to strafe the city. They were detached, officially infiltrating or whatever you want to call it. Druna had already gone ghost, but she'd be around. Ornik tapped Ardasz, and the Beviin took point with Vizla behind, Ordo at the number three point, and the Beroya marksman at the back. The power facility's doors were open, and no enemies or defenses presented themselves.

It was creepy, and suspicious as hell, but they had a lot of ground to cover and a time limit. The timer was already counting down on his HUD.

09:51.

Time to roll. The squad vanished into the building.

Spoiler: The [I]Knight[/I] and complement.

1 Nebula-class Destroyer, the Knight
1 Umbra Dropship
72 (6 squadrons) 48 (4 squadrons) LAAT/D Gunships

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

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

The force sworled around her as she let loose a small amount of energy, there were no ships in orbit... no enemy ones at least. The fleet had retreated away from the fortress world as Ayumi was able to take the energy she was using to demoralize them and turn it back into something positive as she focused the force energies on the soldiers on the planet. The other ones who had come down and were now being stranded on the planet brought the senator a few thoughts the deeper she went into the meditation. She knew what the soldier were doing when the better thoughts and idea appealed to her now. Symara was there preforming better then she had expected.

Well her talents are wasted working for me... might need to give her a raise. Ayumi though it while he was seeing and feelign the battle. One of the soldiers got stuck in hand to hand with a mandalorian and his beskad while she was pushing the force energies to influence his perceptions. Duck, swipe, twist.... The words were in her head as the young soldier moved side stepping the cleaving strike while he held hi combat knife and twisted around burying it in the throat just between the chest plate and the helmet so he could look around. The material giving away before the man wa on the ground and the soldier backing away. A look on hi face of fear almost before it was being washed away.

The other fighting in the city on the other side of the planet away from her while some of her men were going out to get Symara for this. ending her the message that the Senator was alright in the one room of the fortress world and where she was located. Securely and in person so no transmisions would lead to the battle meditator when a squad of rocket troopers dropped down on a death squad jumping up into the air and sending them flying through a wall with a concussive blast. Beskar was strong but against a solid impact the insides became like jelly in their explosions. The rocket troopers giving way to more squads when she felt the mind of the soldier in the force.

Dominate them.... The sound in her head came, her ancestor was a wicked being who could use it and as she shook it off from her thoughts going forward with the battle. Someone was coming toward the city and she was trying to understand how the ship had slipped past the fleet but she could feel their mind like an open books upon her mind. Slowly doing to the new ones what she had been doing to the other soldiers who were hostile on the planet. The locals working to fight against them as she placed the kernel of doubt within them when the soldier from the Republic roe up prepared to work on the different works. Handle the new one." There was a fresh influx of force energy as she focused.

The soldiers were running through the tunnels towards the command posts. They could get through and past the soldiers being in Ayumi's guards here but they were still needing to be checked just in case. Sending the message to [member="Symara Tarriq"] that they were from the senator and had her location enclosed on the secured datapad for the Corsec officer only. Ayumi was feeling and monitoring all of it when she went throughout with the force to make sure they were safe when she breathed out a sigh of relief seeing the defenses that were working across the fortress world to repel the invaders. The senator continued to work with the force energies.

 

[Gir Quee]

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

"Interesting," said the blonde man, folding his arms.

Gir watched as the Mandalorian Empire craft moved towards the world, half expecting another fleet to jump in with them. Their brief assault on the fleets that had originally attacked Gyndine had arguably been a foolhardy endeavor; one which tested the boundaries between courage and stupidity. Some might have even said that it was unlike Admiral Lod's typically cautious deployment to make such an unrestrained gamble, but Gir had endeavored to teach his protege that predictability was not a virtue on the battlefield. After the Mandalorian Empire fleets had retreated, Admiral Lod and Gir had moved to embrace a more traditional arrangement as they tried to analyze the grand strategy behind the rebellion. Except for the Obi-Wan Kenobi, most of Task Force 710 had moved into the shadow of Gyndine's moon. This hid fleet from several approaches and also gave them the potential to use a gravity slingshot maneuver if necessary. The Obi-Wan Kenobi acted as a safety to this arrangement, using its cloaking device to hide among the shipyards, which the duo thought might be a target at first. Yet it appeared that the mandalorians were uninterested in them as they headed toward the fight on the ground.

Lod cleared his throat, "It seems that we may have misjudged them."

"And them us."

Admiral Lod raised his voice, "Decloak us, take us in for the kill. Launch all strikecraft, and bring the rest of the fleet around."

The space shimmered around the star destroyer as its cloak deactivated, allowing the ship to reach its full combat efficiency. As it did so, catapult pressors launched dozens of Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters and Cyclone-class Bombers. The faster Typhoons, mostly equipped with general purpose warhead launchers and mini missile launchers, engaged their SLAM systems to surge towards their opposition, leaving the slower but heavily armored Cyclones outfitted as concussion missile boats to form supportive ranks behind them. The squadrons moved in to engage the gunships in vicious duels. Gir strolled over to his console, and tapped a button on its holo-projector to bring up the shadowy figure of Lethe, the ship's artificial intelligence.

"There is no longer any reason to conceal our presence here," informed Gir, "coordinate all fleet wide communications."

The robed figure offered a slight bow in acknowledgement. Lethe had several possible functions, but ultimately it served predominantly to act as an advanced computer security system, using equal measures of obscure syntax and programming along with advanced security filters and protocols to deter enemy slicers. Gir strolled forward to meet Admiral Lod standing at the viewport, observing the star destroyer firing downwards on the Knight with relatively precise ion cannon fire. Gir turned his eyes on the duros.

"You don't wish to destroy it?"

The duros shook his head, "Not yet. I think it would be rather interesting to catch it instead."

"We can't pursue it down there with this," observed Gir, "so I would imagine that is where the rest of the fleet is coming for."

Lod nodded, "And to deploy more ground forces. I have asked our communication's officer to get in touch with one General Arlos to see where he needs reinforcement. I will likely have my hands busy trying to coordinate that. I would be much obliged if you would handle orbital security for me."

"A blockade."

"And the Knight's capture."

"Understood."

Gir walked over to his console to start making that happen. The fleet had several warships that were capable of atmospheric flight, though Gir guessed that they would likely come down to using the task force's frigates to combat the Knight in the atmosphere. He glanced at his chrono. But the frigates, as fast as they are, won't be here for a little bit...I suppose I should start issuing the Op Orders for this all though...



Task Force 710

Spoiler

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Attahox: Salvation-class star defender
Allies: Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: Republic
Objectives: Reinforce and regroup also recrew.
Dragon Reaper Fleet

Spoiler

Avenger-class Star Defender (Drake):
· 6 Heavy Warhead Launchers
· 10 Flack Launcher guns
· 10 point defense emplacements
· 10 quad turret batteries
· 10 heavy dual long range turbolasers
· 5 heavy hypervelocity cannons
· 30 long range turbolasers
· 10 long range ion cannons
· 10 heavy dual turbolaser batteries
· 10 dual turbolasers
· 5 dual ion cannons
· 10 fast mount turbolasers
Ø 12 Freefall Bombers
Ø 36 Cutlass-class gunships
Ø 10 Valkyrie-class heavy dropships
Valiance-class Star Destroyer (Dragoon):
· 30 dual heavy turbolaser batteries
· 16 dual medium turbolaser batteries
· 20 ion cannons
· 20 tractor beam projectors
· 50 point defense emplacements
· 6 assault concussion missile launchers
Ø 48 XA-5 X-wings
Ø 24 BTL-Q3 Longshot Bombers
Ø 12 Cutlass-class Gunships
Centurion-class Battle cruiser (Wyvern):
· 32 Heavy Turbolaser batteries
· 18 Heavy Ion Cannon batteries
· 12 concussion missile launchers
· 88 heavy laser cannons
· 110 Point Defense emplacements
Ø 1 Squadron of Redstar-class patrolships
Ø 3 Squadrons of R46 Valiant-class starfighters
Ø 2 Squadrons of Devastator-class heavy fighters
Ø 3 Squadrons of R44 Republic snubfighters
Ø 8 Cutlass-class Gunships
Liberation-class Cruiser (Shinigami):
· 20 Medium Ion Cannons
· 20 Concussion Missile launchers
· 20 proton torpedo launchers
· 15 heavy turbolasers
Ø 12 Devastator-class Heavy Fighters
Ø 13 BTL-Q3 Longshot Bombers
Ø 7 Cutlass-class gunships

Salvation-class Star Defender (Chimeria):
· 60 Medium Turbolasers
· 30 Heavy Turbolasers
· 30 Heavy Ion Cannons
· 20 Assualt Concussion Missile Launchers
· 20 Proton Torpedo Launchers
· 6 Tractor beam projectors
Ø 48 Monsoon-class starfighters
Ø 36 Wroshyr-class Assualt starfighters
Ø 84 Aurek-class strike interceptors
Ø 175 Cutlass-class gunships
Ø 24 Frefall-class bombers
Ø 26 BTL-Q3 Longshot bombers
Centurion-class Battlecruiser (Zu):
· 32 Heavy Turbolaser batteries
· 18 Heavy Ion Cannon batteries
· 12 concussion missile launchers
· 88 heavy laser cannons
· 110 Point Defense emplacements
Ø 1 Squadron of Redstar-class patrolships
Ø 3 Squadrons of R46 Valiant-class starfighters
Ø 2 Squadrons of Devastator-class heavy fighters
Ø 3 Squadrons of R44 Republic snubfighters
Ø 8 Cutlass-class Gunships

Deliverance-class Heavy Carrier (Yu):
· 10 Rhongomynaid-class Mass Driver Cannons
· 10 Triumph-class light quad turbolasers
· 10 flak cannon batteries
· 15 quad laser cannon batteries
· 10 anti-missile Octet batteries
Ø 12 Devastator-class Heavy Fighters
Ø 24 R46 Valiant-class starfighters
Ø 24 R44 Republic Snubfighters
Ø 12 Cutlass-class gunships
Resolute-class Heavy Cruiser (Yamata):
· 20 Dual Heavy Turbolasers
· 30 Turbolasers
· 30 Ion Cannons
· 6 Assault Concussion Missile Launchers
· 18 Quad Laser cannons
· 24 Point Defense laser cannons
Ø 12 LLS Monsoon-class fighters
Ø 12 Freefall-class bombers
Ø 3 Cutlass-class gunships
Altier-class Line Frigate (Vortigern):
· 25 Heavy Mass Driver Cannons
· 10 Warhead Launchers (4 Concussion 4 Proton torpedo and 2 shield busters)
· 8 Quad Laser cannons
Dire-class Patrol Ship (Reaper 1):
· 6 Heavy Turbolaser turrets
· 4 Quad Laser cannon turrets
· 2 Concussion Missile Launchers
· 4 Proton Torpedo Launchers
Ø 6 Cutlass-class gunships

Aedan Miles watched as he walked through the halls of the Salvation-class nodding absently to himself as he stepped onto the bridge looking at Captain Drake of the Salvaiton-class known as Chimera. “Captain Drake it is good to see you. Thank you for your service today is the fleet wide broadcast prepared?” When the man nodded Aedan calmly stepped up to the holocom table and cleared his throat calmly. “To all soldiers of the Republic that are still loyal I am informing you now that if you wish to leave alive and unharmed now is the time to speak up. I give you my word as Pirate King and on my piece of 8 that you will not be killed. We shall ferry you down to the planet below where you can secure transport back to Republic space. To those who wish to stay with me know this I shall make sure your families are safe my people are already subtly extracting them from their homes and getting them to a safe area for now. I promise that you can build a new home somewhere and I also promise to help with the process to the fullest of my ability even if that means spending millions of my own fortune to purchase lodging for you. For now remember this fight isn’t over we are merely regrouping and recrewing the ships. Now anyone wishing to leave is to follow the directions of the Knights of Bogan and the Red Fang aboard their ships. They shall direct you to hangars and shuttles that will ferry you down to the planet below. Meanwhile my clan should be arriving shortly with its full number trained and ready to crew these ships. Officers shall not lose their positions as I believe that any that stay are willing to fight with me. For now rest and prepare yourself for the hell that is to come and I promise to get as many of you out alive as I can. That is all.” With that the transmission ended and as Aedan suspected a good third of the men on the ships wished to leave what surprised him was the number that stayed gesturing to Captain Drake as he walked from the bridge he turned to the man. “How many fighter craft did we lose? Were we able to gather all of them before jumping and if not prepare for them to arrive here. I am going to estimate we still have a large portion of our fighter craft with us because we were not engaged for long but we may be losing pilots. Also I want you to stay on as captain and advise me at times as well.” The captain was not human but a wookie who seemed surprised by Aedan’s honesty and he growled out deeply his translator quickly piping up to translate. “I believe you Lord Miles. I don’t think many crew members will leave from the Chimera or the Drake. They know that it was your quick thinking and orders that saved their lives.” Aedan looked at the wookie and chuckled lightly. “Drake you don’t have to call me Lord Miles I am Aedan just use that for now. But lets gather the captains together so I can meet them. From there I will inform you of my plan as my clan fill out the missing crew.” The wookie looked at Aedan before asking a very obvious question. “I thought Clan Akaata was a small clan how can they fill all the openings we have?” Aedan chuckled and stopped looking out a viewport as ships started to drop out of hyperspace most of them unarmed or lightly armed a mass of freighters, passenger liners, and yachts. “That is because in the background Clan Akaata has been recruiting and growing in size. Spreading across the galaxy and recruiting from every species it matters not if you are Human, Twi’lek, Wookie or Gand if you are without a home you can find one in Clan Akaata.” He watched the shuttles leaving the ships and heading towards the surface nodding his head lightly as he whispered. “I just pray the Republic doesn’t punish these soldiers after all it was either follow my orders at the time or die.” He turned away and made his way to the conference room as Captain Drake made the call to gather the captains on his ship.

Thirty minutes later the captains from every ship that wished to stay and in over half the cases the first officers who wanted a better lot in life were gathered in the conference room. Aedan sat at a table as they all filtered in a very large mixing of races ranging from Zabrak to Wookie he memorized each ones name and which ship they captained. Finally they were seated and he turned on the holo table showing the star cluster that was involved in the rebellion. “As you can see the Empire’s forces have struck at three of five planets in the system. Republic forces seem to be scrambling to reinforce all of their worlds. Solan has moved his fleets and a new ship to Cato Nemodia. I am assuming the Republic is preparing a force to face off with him there we won’t barge into that fight unless called upon. For now I want to dispatch small ships to scout sense we have a bunch of yachts and freighters about I am sending them out to each system to assess the strengths and weaknesses there. We will hold steady here and I will put out the summons to my raiding parties see how many gather here. Once we have gathered a larger force I will decide on our next move. Until then get acquainted with your new crew members as they have been ordered by me to follow your orders as long as they fall in line with mine. I pay back loyalty greatly so remember this and remember I never betray my clan nor my friends as of now I am extending the invitation to each of you captains to join my clan we will go over the details of what this means later but now you know I will not betray you EVER. Some of you know what the Republic has done to me and what they almost had the Chimera and Drake do. For now we are going to hold steady here and gather supplies from the planet there should be a company here that sells missiles I have a member of my clan acquiring a quantity of them. I will be in touch if you have any questions or suggestions feel free to contact me.” They all nodded and stood as Aedan went around sahking their hands as they left. Finally he went to the window and watched as the yachts and freighters all made the jump to hyperspace heading to different planets and hyperspace lanes to observe traffic there.

 

[Boethiah]

She did not 'care' for the presence of others. [member="Draco Vereen"] could kill as many undead as he wished, so long as he did not seek to harm her or Warok, and [member="Nick Sept"] seemed rather unimportant for the time being. So the young witch continued to practice her agility, from the handstand she did, she then pressed off with her hands and flipped back onto her feet. Mindlessly doing other tricks as she gathered a feel for her balance.

It only took a matter of moments before she showed true progress. Partially due to her training, and as well that which lied inside of her, providing much instinct, experience, and knowledge.

If [member="Loxa Visl"] were here, she'd certainly have included a message of spiritual meaning to all of this. Everything had a meaning, a purpose, something that made it far greater than those who practiced. Boethiah had begun to learn much since her awakening as the Primeval's Messiah, and perhaps she'd prove that here in battle.

Or maybe she'd just continue to mind her own business.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Zef Halo]

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

Varian certainly did not expect a blaster of such caliber. It was a heavier one, certainly, long-ranged perhaps. His speed and armor had saved him from the shot. The duraplast armor took the hit, resulting in a dent and a blackened area near the Mandalorian's shoulders. The hit halted his movement and made him drop down. Yet, there was no time for a break.

Rolling down in unpredictable moves, he stood up abruptly and waved his left hand at the tower. The target was not the tower but the trees around him, the Force Blast struck the trees and from a thin wood it became a foliage. Varian did not waste time as he augmented his speed once again and dashed forward through the foliage in zig-zag patterns.

This time he would not make such a mistake. On top of the foilage and zig-zag movement patters with augmented speed, he tapped into the Force to gather a Force barrier at the front of his body.

Would he reach the tower, Varian would use the Force to jump up the wall of the tower, his senses focused on the enemy. His left hand once again would let out another wave of Force blast energy. He just had to keep the distance short.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Mimban, Temple of Pomojema, Forested Perimeter​

Allies: The Republic, Jedi, CSAF​

Enemies: [member=Keira Ticon], specifically [member=Keira Ticon]​

Objective: Eliminate Black Tie Infantry South of Pomojema Temple​

The CSAF gunship shot swiftly away from the Temple as it ended its initial run on [member=Keira Ticon]'s force of foot soldiers and artillery units. The two dropships were hit by both missiles, which burrowed into their innards just before detonating. The first exploded where it sat in the forest. The other, however, had already lifted off, and when struck, listed toward the Temple; it crashed into the ancient structure and bathed the area in fire and debris.
As the gunship veered Southward in a loop many miles wide, an invisible force grasped at one of its stabilizers and pulled heavily downward. The vessel's pilots struggled to maintain control, battling the silent will of their attacker. Its engine speed increased, pulling it further and further away, though the tenacity of the assailant proved too much. The stabilizer bent and tore away from the main chassis, sending a gout of smoke and debris scattering into the wind. The vehicle shuddered and began banking to the opposite side as the wind drag tore unevenly at the remaining stabilizer.

Ali glanced up at the sky as the gunship's pilots hollered "Mayday, mayday!" into their commsets. ::Stabilizer lost, ejecting!:: Ali zoomed in instinctively with her visor, watching with a grimace as the bubbled cockpit of the vehicle burst away from the chassis and into the sky; the pilots followed immediately after. The gunship's speed died swiftly as it fell toward the ground, leaving behind a trail of smoke before it crashed into the forest some miles away.
As well experienced as they were trained, Ali's BOG Commandos recognized what had happened almost immediately. ::The Force, Lord Commander, has to be.:: Abram uttered through their comms. Ali clenched her jaw, refusing to be shaken by the revelation. ::Keep moving, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.:: She replied tersely. On a separate channel, however, Ali made contact with her units to the North, ordering them to advance. ::Encircle the Temple East-West by way of North. Halt once you have visual range and wait for further orders.:: It wasn't that Ali wanted to take on the Black Tie unit on her own. She would have enjoyed nothing more than a one-sided battle in which her tanks ravished the small invading unit. But she couldn't bring in reinforcements without knowing what she was facing, and that meant putting herself and her Commandos in the line of fire first.

::Go, go, get a move on.:: Ali urged them as they veered South around the Temple through the forests. They made sure to envelop the South side of the Temple where the battle had begun, the goal to pin the Black Tie soldiers against the Temple. They'd be left to fight out in the open or attempt to take shelter in the massive construct. Either option isolated them from potential reinforcements. Ali wasn't so much concerned for her own unit as she was the bigger picture. Whomever their Force User was, they had to be destroyed.
Within moments, they came into range, hunkered down in the forests to the East and West of the charred remains of the Black Ties insertion point. Ali caught sight of Black Tie soldiers staggering through debris and casualties. Corpses were on fire and armor was blackened and burned. The gunship had only managed one run, but it had certainly done its job. Ali settled herself onto her stomach atop a small grassy mound behind a blue-berried bush, bringing her Verpine assault rifle to bear as she began marking targets.
::Is everyone settled?:: Ali asked. She heard affirmative answers all around. Her Commandos were displaced dozens of meters from one another, providing them with a plethora of firing angles. When the shooting started, there would be an amount of confusion about the origins of the attack. The Verpine weapons they utilized were as silent in operation as they were deadly.
:ick your targets...and open fire.::

 

[Kay-Larr]

https://youtu.be/st4bI6pcPNQ

Kay continued to watch the Commenorian skies from the rooftop, thinking of the electoral race and whether or not the attack on the other side of the Mimban sector will have an effect. Would remaining above ground with the soldiers be good for her or bad? Her bodyguard and advisor [member="Veiere Arenais"] was out there lending a hand where he could. Already she missed his council. And then there was [member="Jorvan Hatha"] , a suspected criminal, yet one that seemed to have her back and support her. Sometimes his advice was useful too. Veiere hadn't met him yet, but it would only be a matter of time.

Footsteps were heard approaching. She turned to see a tall soldier, flanked by two others approach. The tall one had a presence that commanded attention. His stare was one in which one could feel as though he was scrutinizing your every move.

"Lady Kay, I presume?"

"Yes?"

"General Omar Santiago. I understand that you are running for President." He spoke as though it were a statement instead of a question. Kay merely nodded in response. "Might I ask why you are up here instead of down below with the others?"

"I thought that I could be more useful up here, General."

"And what makes you think that we need your help?" General Santiago gave her a stern stare.


"Well,..I have coordinated many missions to free slaves, and my late husband was a great strategist.

"I see." He gave her another stern stare, silent as his mind calculated how to get her to follow his orders. She seemed the type to love to be in control. "I haven't decided upon which candidate that I support. Given that you are up here while the others cower underground, that could give you the advantage. But...I have a question." He stepped towards Kay so that he towered over her. Making someone uncomfortable never bothered him. "If I had you in my War Room and was going over my plans with the other officers in the room, would you try to intervene if you thought that my strategy was incorrect? Would you try to order me to go about things your way?"

Kay wasted no time in answering. Hesitation wouldn't be a good thing with this man. "No, General. Your experience far out weighs my own. I may offer a suggestion, but you and your fellow officers have the final say."

General Santiago nodded approvingly. "Good. You have my support then, Lady Kay. And might I suggest that you get off this roof and get to your ship? We don't need to lose you out of stupidity. I'll have some of my men stay with you."

"Yes, General. You have my thanks and appreciation for your efforts."

General Santiago gave the smallest of nods and remained standing there, giving him another stern stare. Kay took this as her cue and headed to the stairwell to get down from the roof. She let out a breath, not realizing that she was holding it as she walked away. High ranking officers of his type always made her uncomfortable. He could either be good to work with, or very difficult. It was hard to say which right now. But he reminded her of her father, [member="Tobias Larr"] .

He kept an eye on her until she was out of sight and then nodded to the two silent soldiers that flanked him. They both walked ahead of him as they too started down the roof, sending out orders for a dozen soldiers to remain with her. General Santiago hoped that this time Commenor will make the right choice in the election that was to take place in two weeks.

 

[Caelag Vass]

Location: Gydine
Enemy of interest: [member="Varian of Myrkr"]
Allies: GR, <2 NPC privates> [member="Symara Tarriq"]
Objective: Don't die.

She watched the target drop a moment, out of blaster capabilities, but not for long. When she noted his use of the force to create the foliage to help offer cover, she realized just how bad the situation was. Whoever this mando was had great armour and strong-ish force capabilities, which meant she was at a disadvantage. A very bad disadvantage. Yet his act of offering cover instead of outright destroying the tower meant either he was incapable, or wished to deal with this himself. She smirked a little bit and shifted in place. Well, whatever barriers he might have would only offer so much protection. And even if he was capable of preventing another blast from knocking him over, it would be perfectly fine.

She took a breathe and listened, to the crunch of his feet closing in, to her slow beating heart, to the whistling of the air. Faint... subtle sounds gave way slowly, until all she was focused on was herself, and the man. He was moving well, perhaps any ordinary sniper would've freaked out, or left, or given in. She, on the other hand, kept calm for now, and knew she could fire a single shot more in the time it would take him to reach the tower. She had to make it count. She focused on him in the force, and watched his form, the shifting of his hips, his body. Every motion was something she could anticipate, even if most of his actions were unpredictable. Where he would zig or zag, she knew not. No, she had to wait for a slip up...

There, he was no longer moving unpredictably. Before he could push with the force once more, she squeezed the trigger, leading the shot a little less than before given shorter travel time, knowing momentum would carry him whether he wanted to go on or not. No sooner than this, than she was flung back by a burst of energy, yet this was much less a danger for her. She dropped her rifle, letting it clang to the floor as she grabbed a grappling hook off her belt and threw it, using it to grab onto a secure portion of the tower and stay on top. She grunted a little in pain, especially around her right shoulder. It was a little numb, but when she rolled it she knew it wasn't dislocated. It just hurt.

She slowly strode a little forward, retrieving her hook with a flick of her wrist to detach it and put it back on her belt. She flicked her com link on and spoke clearly. "Corporal Vass to Lt. Tarriq. I might be delayed a while in further communications, I've got a bit of a play date." Then she turned it off, and pulled her hood back, letting her hair out. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to just give up now and save us the trouble of a duel would you? I just got this new blindfold, I really don't wanna get it dirtier than I have to before laundry day." Even as she calmly requested a simple easy solution, she calmly drew her combat knife and held it in her right hand, ready to move if need be, but not making a move right away.

 

[Nick Sept]

Allies: Several clones, Pubbies, [member="Khia Varad"], her sister
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. Khia's sister is probably as armed to the teeth as any
Equipment: Vibroknife, bacta, pistol, cigars, comm-link, cyborg body, bad attitude, shiny coat, trooper armor under coat. Now I'm getting the Anti-material rifle.
NPC equipment: They look good in black.






[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0MIFHLIzZY[/youtube]





A man clad in black walked. Only a few of the armored warriors elected to follow him through the hordes. But yet, he felt it was enough. Two Mandos, one madman, and three clones on route. In a car headed there way. in fact, he could see the car in his photorecptors. Nice. Oh, it was on fire. Of course. Not like things could be going well. He held up his commlink, charging through the mob of dead-heads, blasting shot after shot with his heavy pistol and smirking. "Report"

"We got...shot at...fzzztt...gonna land rough."


"We'll rendezvous, hold your LZ," he said as he gestured for the armored women to follow. That was one of the nice things about Mandos, honestly. For all their tradition, they didn't let stupid fething crap like species or gender affect their enlistment. If you could hold a weapon, you be trained to hold it better. That was a damn good value. Better than cloning someone and expecting genetics to help make a perfect soldier, anyhow. Not that him and the Black Squaddies, as they'd been known, had done so well without him.


He smirked as he saw the car land, slowly, still smoking on a rooftop near by. Good. They could get there easily. He walked over to a building, doing his best to avoid attracting too many of the damn critters. "Time for higher ground," he yelled to the Mandos alongside him as he climbed up a storm drain, taking pot shots at the occasional zombie to thin out the ranks nearby. "Up and at 'em!" He yelled as he scaled the building. "We'll gather others. We'll....fight!"


As he got to the roof, his situation was more clear. dead in the streets, robots murdering zombies. He could feel the source, growing stronger, feeding on the slaughter somehow. What in the Chaos of the Galaxy was this? He sighed, pointing to a smoking roof four buildings away. "There," he said flatly as he walked over to a large sign, held in place by durasteel bars. He shot at a bolt, causing the sing to spark. Then another. It seemed to buckle slightly under the weight. He remember the first lesson he taught clones and recruits. The first rule of survival, in the wilderness or any where else. Everything is a tool. He smirked looking to the other two. "Ukoror," <Push> he said simply in Mando'a, trying to keep the lost language small as possible as he demonstrated, pushing the sign off of its mounting, like an idiot. What kind of moron would take time to break property right now? An idiot that need some loose durasteel rebar from a sign frame, obviously. He was moving faster than usual. Maybe it was the knowledge that lives were on the line. Always seemed to make him just a bit more alert.



As the Sign fell off the building, the cyborg ripped a piece of metal from the now bent-up frame. "Hiibir....bic" <Take...it> he said, straining to remember his basics as he walked up to a large conduit cable. He Placed the metal on the bar, holding one end in each of his gloved hands. It wasn't a zip-line, but he had to work with what he had. Hopefully the Mando's armor didn't mind some sparks form metal grinding.



He jumped, crudely sliding down towards the roof with the smoking cloud car chassis on it, where three clones in black trooper armor were sitting, holding position, and doing their damnedest to not be noticed by the rest of this mess. He rolled as he fell from the wire, landing squarely on his back next to Poet's feet. "I am not drunk enough for this," the clone muttered to himself as he stood up slowly. "Sit rep?" The commander inquired dourly.


"Assuming those two aren't here to kill us, we can sit up here and have beers. Car's toast, but we've got weapons enough to hold the building," Poet said calmly. "Not an ideal siege, but we can hold it."


"Negative," Sept said.

"Sir?" Poet's tone was somewhere between rammed and irritated. He knew exactly what was coming next, and disliked it entirely. "Are you certain?"


Sept shook his head. "Not certain. But, innocent folks are going to die by the fething ton if we don't find the source of this insanity and put an end to it."


Tigress cocked her head to the side. "And we know the source because?"


"I got a feeling. The stupid kind that tells me stuff I need to know. I can sense the bad mojo coming off of this. We can get there in ten minutes, if we move fast and avoid any large engagements. Stick to roofs, stay on the high-ground ,and put a stop to this crap."


"And those two?" Laughingstock gestured to the Mandos.


"We can beat the crap out of each other like civilized idiots after we're done with this new Carida situation."


Tigress shook her head. "Nah, Carida's situation was a viral payload. This is some kinda magical stupidity. Too fast for a plague vector to be responsible."


Nick nodded. "Right. If it's Magical idiocy, and it happened on a day of a war, it wasn't on accident. Somebody wanted a killing field to salvage, and they're likely still doing it. We find 'em, we stab 'em, we see if there's a way to fix this."


"Roger roger," Laughingstock said, an almost sarcastic tone, but a sincere one. She'd follow these morons into hell, even if that was apparently today's plan.


He turned toward Khia and her sworn sister. "Taabir, at te ori'dush solus" <March, towards the evil one,> he intoned, his intuition seeming to help him despite the language barrier. He was on a roll today. Sharp instincts. That was good, he'd need the full package to survive this plan. Or, preferably, a massive distraction.



(OOC: I know this is a bit lengthy, but I wanted to get the NPCs back and start covering ground so Warok, Khia, Myself and Boethiah can get to the party sooner. Probably one more post a piece until the fireworks! Holler if any edits are needed)

 

[Makari Valeal]

Location: Hotel District, capital city of Mimban
Allies: Civilians of Mimban, Galactic Republic
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire/ Black Ties
Objective: Reach Hotel Remeal. Rescue friend.


The Republic soldiers told them to get out of the way and normally Makari would have followed their orders. He wasn’t a soldier. He wasn’t a warrior. This wasn’t his lane and normally he would have been reading a holobook somewhere than getting involved in this messy matter, but what could he do when his childhood friend was blowing up his commlink like she was crazy?

Ignore her?

Well he had done that in the past and he had regretted that mistake ever since. So while the Republic soldiers were annoyed with their antics, Makari continued to lead his volunteer force towards the Hotel District, and while the Republic soldiers battled it out in the streets, Makari and the civilians had broke into a few stores, stole some jetpacks and some more ammo, and took to the rooftops to lay down suppressive fire for the advancing infantry.

“Focus on the heads,” Makari had to constantly remind them. While the droids had many strengths and positives, a good shot through the dome left all of that nullified and void.

“Makari, I got eyes on a group of Mandos!”

Makari didn’t like this news, but the Republic troops on the ground were proving their mettle and not allowing themselves to be outdone by a group of misfits.

“Look at them putting in that work,” someone snorted. While the Republic soldiers continued to earn their paycheck, Makari’s group continued to be the distraction that kept the war droids from concentrating their fire on the advancing soldiers.

Occasionally, they would move closer in the direction that Makari wanted, but every foot seemed to be hard earned in the Hotel District. He could only stare at Hotel Remeal in the distance with optimistic eyes and hope that the place wasn’t overrunning with zombies by the time he got there.

He attempted to call Nora again on his commlink but she had stopped answering for the past ten minutes.

He wasn’t sure if it was because she was dead or………well he didn’t want to think about the or. Her annoying ass was alive and he was just going to will that into existence.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Temple of Pomojema, Mimban
Objective: Not freezing
Allies: Native Coway
Enemies: [member="Ithiel Verd"]
Gear: See signature for usual gear, macrobinoculars, medpac

Travot simply stood there, considering Verd's word. Despite the severity of the situation, Travot found himself looking at [member="Ithiel Verd"] with a mixture of curiousity and regret. He had never encountered any of the fabled mandalorians in person before. The one standing before him certainly seemed a capable warrior, judging by his posture and emblazoned gear. Behind that armor, Gir wondered if he was looking at a slightly younger version of himself, given the man's general frame. Family...I remember them...I can understand that. I can even understand looking for a worthy challenge, but destroying an innocent's cultural icon just for sport? What kind of people do that? Honorable ones? But his philosophical pondering was not to last. He felt a sudden spark of concern leapt up in Travot's mind, directing his attention to the mandalorian as the man jetted upwards into the air.

Travot himself started sidestepping as the Verd unleashed a stream of unusual liquid from a weapon that the jedi have never seen before. If that surprised Travot, it surprised Chief Tone even more. While Travot had just managed to avoid the stream, the coway had not. His figure remained trapped in a position that suggested that he was about to rush the mandalorian. Trapped in carbonite, the coway almost blended in with several of the statues that rested in the temple's hall. Without much thought, Travot's left arm rose up to reach towards the mandalorian. He felt the Force flow through him to coalesce around his outstretched fingers before he released a concussive blast towards the man in the form of a simple Force push.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

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

Thoja stood in the command centre, pondering the whereabouts of the troops and the condition of their power supply within the base and across the board. Turning to Colonel Sei'Av, he ushered him over.

"Status report, how we doing with power?"

"We're at about 66% power across the board, engineers are working to get us back to full power. Until then, we need to sit tight." Sei'Av replied in a gruff tone, before returning to his station.

Thoja nodded, and walked up to the holoprojector. Leaning slightly against it, he switched to the battlefield map. A lot was happening, and he could see that the Jedi Knight had engaged the other force user. His men weren't too far away from his location, they'd probably arrive within the next 20 - 30 minutes. Not everything was sunshine and rainbows however, as several unidentified vessels had been detected entering onto the planet, most likely mandalorian reinforcements, perhaps to make a final push to break the republic line. No matter, the Republic would be able to hold.

As if to solidify that, Sgt. Pakma approached.

"Sir, we've got a communications link with some ships in orbit. They're commanded by Admiral Lod and Captain [member="Gir Quee"]."

"Finally some good news, patch them in." Thoja commanded, as the holoprojector switched from the battlefield map to a holoimage of the 2 new arrivals.

"Welcome to Gyndine gentlemen, damn glad that you're here. Might I ask what brings you to this particular war torn world?"

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Beneath the City; Yractos, Gyndine
Allies: [member="Caelag Vass"], [member="Erran [/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=14px][FONT='courier new']Lanith"], [member="Thoja [/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=14px][FONT='courier new']Arlos"] ; the Republic
Enemies: the Mandalorian Empire
Objective: Gather the Troops // Flood the Streets

SSgt. Dagr Mepok, stood and watched as the men gathered, he watched as the two females brought up the rear. He could hear the sounds of battle above them, and he looked to the small monitor on his left. He could see now as the Republic funneled more troops into the tunnels, he opened a link to them. They were beneath the Medevac's main tunnel that led right into the city. His fury was growing, his anger burned anew and the battle he would fight would be against the Dar'Manda who dared call themselves Mando'a. Who dare have the audacity to proclaim themselves over others, such arrogance, such conceitedness among their number. They were inbreds who knew not the way of their own people, no matter - he would cut them down. He would end their tainted existence or he would die in the glory of battle.

Long ago when his own clan had perished in a fight against the brutal horde known as Sith, he had been ready to end his own life. Without his clan, without his blood he was nothing, but then a young man from the Republic arrived. At first he wished death upon himself and did his best to do so, but after awhile he came to know the Republic and came to see them as his clan, he came to an understanding. The Republic and her people would be his clan...

Even as his clan changed, his views did not. Attacking without provocation, was heresy, it was a battle without honor. They were without honor. Now, they had dared to invade the Republic, to attack his clan, his home and in his mind that was more than enough and as he stood in his commando armor, which had been reforged from the remains of his beskar'gam, vibroblade gauntlets, and as he secured that all too familiar t-shaped visor. The blue paint that ran down was the blue of the Republic.

"Here before us lay traitors, Dar'Manda who must be put to the death." He shouted along the communications unit to those within the tunnels. "Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an!" He shouted to them, they were brothers all of them here, were brothers - family in a fight to defend their home. "Mhi Vode an!" We brothers all, "we will fight for everything, this is our home and they have tainted it with their heretics."

To be honest, Symara had no idea where this guy was going with this but if there were a few life lessons she learned while serving in CorSec it was one, don't kark off the guys in his kinda armor and two, it was probably best to just nod along. Still, his words were, inspiring? It was one feth of a morale boost, and that was on top of the battle meditation to which she didn't know where it came from but she knew that somewhere around here was one a hokey Force person trying to do their religion a solid. Either way, she looked at Avarro and then back at the Staff Sergeant.

"Bal Kote! Darasuum Kote!" He took a moment to let that part sink in, "we will fight and live in glory, eternal glory - history shall remember that we the 228th stood before the Dar'Manda and their dogs, and slaughtered them back to whence they came." And as if to drive his point home, "jorso'ran kando a tome!"

Did anyone in here speak a lick of Mando'a? Symara wondered and as she turned, she could see more than a few, because it seemed that General Thoja Arlos has a sense of humor and sent his Mandos to fight, well, other Mandos. Turning back she could see, even if really she couldn't because of the visor on his helmet that there was probably some war crazed face behind it. His voice was enough to get people going, it was one of those deep - warrior like voices, and by that we mean something you'd see from a certain set of Polynesian warriors. "Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!"

And as if they've all done this before, the squads behind her which she was sure had been just two before had grown. Sent by Llesek they recieved more infantry both light and heavy, engineers from Danube and Exocron along with ordiance teams. She tried to lean to see the monitor on the Staff Sergeant's left but to no avail. Shrugging she put her helmet back on and watched as Avarro was helped into her own heavy armor, and now, now the tunnels were filled with a well uniformed army, and all together they seemed to shout. "Kandosii sa ka'tra, Vode an! Kandosii sa ka'tra, Vode an! Kandosii sa ka'tra, Vode an!"

Symara couldn't hear [member="Caelag Vass"] from all the chanting, and the shouting, all she could do was to tell her. "Grab what you can, kill who you can. I'll meet with you and Erran back in the city."

"Bal.. Motir ca'tra nau tracinya gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a aruetyc runi solus cet o'r!" And on this note, the tunnels' ramparts were let down and parts of the ground just above them opened and pouring out from every part of the city, from the red light district to urban residences were the sounds of the military, the Republic flag waving right next to SSgt. Mepok's Republic Commando flag which waved with both Mandolorian symbols and Republic. By now night had fallen, the stars were above the city just as flak, artillery and fire reigned around. Shields and power were coming back online, to seal everyone inside.

Under the dome, blood would pour through the streets like the river to the sea, there could only be one victor the Republic or the Dar'Manda, and as far as SSgt. Mopek lived he and his men would ensure that it would be the Republic.

Theme: Republic Commando Suite​

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Mimban Orbit

Reshmar watched as Solan,Charr's fleet jumped to hyperspace. He was relieved that the group had left but in the back of his mind he could not get over the fact that it all seemed too easy. After the show [member="Solan Charr"] had made and the betrayal of [member="Aedan Miles"] Reshmar had expected a fight but now Space over Mimban was clear for the most part. The ships of the Republic now lay guns silent as the operation there switched from ship to ship engagement to ground support operations.

"Open a channel to all naval vessels" said Reshmar. An officer manning the communications station did as ordered, then nodded to let Tian know the channel was open.

"To all Republic naval forces, Stand down to condition yellow and rig for sentinel duty. Bring in your fighters and rearm then for ground support operations. My force will maintain overwatch incase any more enemy vessels enter the system. Tend to your wounded and make what repairs you can on the run. We have men and women on the surface dying as we speak. Let's see about clearing out the enemy for them." Reshmar nodded tot he communications officer and the channel was closed. Something was off and Reshmar knew it.

"Open a channel to Admiral [member="Gir Quee"]" said Reshmar as he stared out at where the enemy fleet had been minutes before. A moment later an Image of Gir appeared on the forward view screen.

"Admiral Quee, I hope you have things under control there. The situation here at Mimban is under control now. The enemy has retreated from the system which is good but it is how they did it that troubles me. They seemed very intent our our surrender and fighting us then when we opened fire they jumped to hyperspace. It is puzzling to me as to why and I fear we are not done with Solan Charr and his fleet just yet."

 

[Orlong Bann]

Location: Gyndine Orbit & Yractos
Objective: Reenact Dresden, 1945
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Katbirye Rekr"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic, [member="Thoja Arlos"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Dune Rhur"]

Watch a flock of birds, flying together: they twist, loop, soar; every movement the group makes is made near-synchronization as each takes its cue from the ones ahead and around it. It could almost convince you that the birds shared a mind, yet they're simply following each other at the speed of thought.

When the Obi-Wan Kenobi decloaked, surrounded by its support craft, Red Variable was the first flight to turn and respond. Its squadmates almost instantly wheeled, and the Bes'uliik squadron set itself between the Knight and the oncoming Republic fighters. Before they'd even taken position, the other three squadrons had arrayed themselves alongside, forming a defensive screen backed by their brothers in the gunships - another three squadrons.

At the same time, the Knight itself began to move. While the Obi-Wan was relatively 'above' it, firing down at the flat dorsal surface, the Knight began to tilt - not a turn, but a simple x-axis tilting, turning the flat dorsal away from the Obi-Wan Kenobi and sliding forward as it did so, edging out from the stream of ion fire, and instead presenting the knife-edge broadside.

Which, as the Republic battleship began its attack, returned fire. The starboard batteries erupted, a hail of turbolaser and ion fire ripping towards the Obi-Wan Kenobi. The linked targeting computers in the seven fighter squadrons screening the Knight created fire lanes, avoiding friendly fire while they also began their advance, crawling forward at quarter-speed, solemnly awaiting the flights of Typhoon fighters.

When the Republic pilots were close, almost close enough to spit at - the four screening Bes'uliike squadrons burst apart and attacked in four prongs, while the three gunship squadrons attacked with every piece of firepower they carried, shredding at the enemy fighters, adding their thunder to the hail of fire from their starfighter brothers and the Knight's batteries.

As the Knight fired, it began to spin, turning to point its dagger nose toward the Republican ship. Dull thunderclaps marked where ion blasts lamed it, but the captain's maneuver had paid off. For now.

~

07:45.

His own breathing was loud in his ears. The HUD icon tracking Alkor's location was nearing, flashing with an activity signal. The Verd was engaged by something, and not coming to meet them - something at least dangerous enough to hold his attention. Ornik voiced Ardasz's thoughts.

"It's a jetii. Be ready." And he readied his carbine, while Ardasz set his rifle to burst fire. He tasted bitter adrenaline in his mouth, and mentally triggered a stim burst - immediately, he felt surging energy dump through him, mechanizing his reactions. At the back of the line, Corvo rumbled happily, unlimbering his massive vibrosword. The girls were quiet.

Ornik approached the next door and flicked his head towards the terminal, sending the code burst to unlock it.

"Thirty meters," was his crackling warning in their ears. "Next door." They moved into a fast lope.

07:00.

 

[Dallen Thayne]

Location: Gyndine local space, 102nd Task Force
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Nom Gunnar"] [member="Agent Darkstar"] [member="Erran Lanith"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Thoja Arlos"]
Enemies: [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Orlong Bann"]

Fleet:

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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

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Dallen could only blink as it appeared a lone enemy ship had jumped in right after the main Mandalorian Fleet had exited the system. The clear lack of coordination from those attempting to attack the worlds of the Republic made the naval commander sick to his stomach as he could only sigh as the unmodified, secondhand, Nebula Destroyer practically moved right into his hands considering the fact the Glory of the Republic and the Testament had been moving toward the planet's surface to reach FOB Rhienstorm for a while now. "Lieutenant Ree point out to our friends aboard the RSD that an eyesore has decided to try and park itself in orbit above us. Have the rest of the fleet form a net with the Obi-wan to prevent it from trying to flee. Lieutenant Sella, lock firing solutions on that relic. I want to give them an idea of the poor decision they've made."

Holding their position in low orbit now, the 102nd's warships turned their guns on the enemy vessel. It was severely outgunned and ignoring their presence was a tad of a tactical blunder. Whoever was in command of it appeared to think that their fighters alone could hold off the 710th's Obi-wan and its escort craft, which was a foolish endeavor considering the rest of the 710th could slingshot over given some time. Still, as the 102n'd interceptors and bombers moved to make runs on the destroyer since they seemed obliged to have sent their craft all towards the single destroyer above them, Dallen could only wonder what their intention was. The fact their fighters were after the 710th's command ship showed they weren't intending to provide support to their comrades below. Quite likely they intended a low orbit bombardment of the Republic Bases and the City itself.

However, given that they had decided to jump in alone and ignore the 102nd already settling into low orbit before their arrival, they had only themselves to blame as the heavy turbolaser and ion cannon batteries of the Republic Cruisers thundered in the atmosphere as green and blue spats of energy lanced toward the entrapped ship. The Republic Commander would like to see them fire on the city with the Glory in its way. "Lieutenant Ree open a channel that the enemy vessel and any of its nearby allies can hear." While he waited for that, the 102nd continued with its original purpose in moving to low orbit, that being the deployment of reinforcements to Rhienstorm Base as per the request of General Arlos and Commander Avarro.

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

While he awaited the enemy's reply, staring out the viewport on the Testament's bridge up at the enemy who had come behind them, the Republic Commander waved for his communications officer to send a simple message to the good General Arlos and Commander Avarro to let them know his promised reinforcements were arrived.