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Location: Muunilist Space --> Muunilist Objective: Credits Enemies: None yet Allies: [member="Zardavorok"] Equipment: SKAL Acid Cannon Rest in SIg Ship: x1 Gen'Dai Judicator
" Saddest thing about betrayal is that is never comes from your enemies." Saverok muttered to himself while watching forms of light and matter pass by him outside the view port window. The Attack on Mandalores space station was the true direction of how the Mandalorian Empire should of went, but it never came to pass. Weakness was to blame for that. He had heard the news it was hard to not hear it. There was a new Mandalore, his name was [member="Ra Vizsla"]. A single man who had the strength to take the role of mandalore and make [member="Isley Verd"] bow a knee and submit. The Gen'dai had listened that specific broadcast for days on end. There was no battle, no argument of who was the better warrior only weakness. Gnashing his teeth together his crimson eyes faintly glew as he reflect about how he felt about the topic.
" Gaahh." he spat on the ground and knocked over a nearby droid. The ship rattled and shook in as it traveled onward to their destination. " She is hearty.. She will getthe job done. " He muttered looking at the Gen'Dai Judicators interior. It had been years since he had been inside a ship made by his own people and it had been years since it had been seen by others.
Walking down the halls of the ship he set off the alarms and crushed the comm button with his armored fist. A grin grew on his ugly face and mustering his rage his words left no remorse. "Raagx ru' assathk! Wha'a gha a'a guung sha'a ut nu sia'nung ftathk! Wa'a guung su naka shata gann ghaakftungt lax ru' sha ftathk ur ts'angsh shax ha'a thughn ang ftia'n gughn aftft ghhu ghuftft thhaftftanga iat! Wa a'a sha Hu'ga" Spit flew from his mouth as he spoke with ferocity and when he stopped his eyes fell onto a single structure on the holoscreen. " Mandalorians. Who in their right minds would be crazy enough to strike against them. Heheheh!" He chuckled at his own question.
The ship shook and rattled once more signalling the exit out of Hyperspace. The Judicators were not stealth ships or even suited for much combat and it was overly obvious that the ship was on radars now it was out of hyperspace. " Deflector ships up! Thrusters, boosters and engines! Full throttle!" He commanded shouted letting his voice boom throughout the ship. The Gen'dai was prepared to for anything.
The frigate began to pick up more and more speed heading toward Muunilist's prized possession. Over and over again the messages flooded the data screens. The Muuns were practically screaming to slow down but they would receive no verbal response. Green energy began to rain down on the planet, specifically aimed for a single target The Sky Hook. If the turbolasers didn't destroy it then the Ship colliding into the damn thing would.
Standing in the ship among hundreds of droids Zardavorok polished his helmet. How long it had been since he had donned armor for combat, since he had felt the thrill of battle. Even now the excitement and anticipation of blood caused the large being to shiver. It was the dawn of a new age, one of war. One that would mark the beginning of something bigger than just the Gen’dai. It was a shame it was only him and Saverok that came together on this mission, how he wished to fight alongside more of his brethren. Their species nor their allies were numerous enough to commit everything to a full crusade, but with this action it would cement in the minds of the beings of the galaxy that even two Gen’dai should be feared.
“P'ala'a ru' ftassfta!” Zardavorok bellowed at the mechanical creations that surrounded him, he had no particular like nor dislike for droids but they were nothing compared to sentient beings, they lacked instinct. The one thing that had aided Zardavorok for many years in his battles against the Sith. He didn’t expect many of them to survive the mission that was coming but that was one of the benefits of droids. They didn’t care about dying and they were always replaceable. The whirring sound of droid servomotors filled the hanger would’ve driven the Gen’dai insane if he wasn’t already there.
Pushing his way out of the hanger and past the droids he made his way through the halls just to see more droids impeding his way and carrying out tasks. Where his brother had gotten all the droids from Zardavorok would never know nor did he question it. They would simply be the distraction while the two of them came to fulfill the main objective. Just to relieve some of the tension before battle Zardavorok reached out snatching a droid in his large hands before repeatedly bashing its metal cranium into the wall.
Each slam put a dent in the inner walling of the ship and the protocol droids screams filled the hallway till it became a garbled mess. Dropping the heap onto the ground Zardavorok entered the bridge where his brother waited. Looking out the view screen Zardavorok saw the skyhook approaching rapidly a maniac grin on his face. “Fu' sha Hu'ga ungaag.”
The crusaders were soveriegn. That meant two things, the first that the governed themselves of their own accord. The second was that unless they called for help, the Clans were not supposed to get involved. So what if you were already there? What if by pure chance and the writers burning desire to face this €&£3?@$ again, the katlayadr was already there, arguing rather heatedly with a drunk crusader about the nitty gritty details of what it meant to be a mandalorian, when the klaxons screamed warning of an attack.
"You've got to be fething kidding me." The whole bar froze, as if waiting for the alarms to stop, just making sure it wasn't a test. In a flurry of action, upturned tables, rapid scrambling to grab helmets, they poured into the street and lifted their eyes skyward. You couldn't miss it, bearing down towards the sky hook at speed that said 'maximum damage'.
She caught sight of the ship, felt the familiar aura that ignited a fury in Mia. She opened her helmet comms, sent a recorded message to everyone in the contact list.
"[member="Saverok"] the Terrorist is at Muunilist. Heavy damage inevitable, get your shebs here now!"
Kark sovereignty. Saverok was too greater target to let pass by. She charged tutaminis through her body, and lowered herself to one knee, fixing herself to the floor with the force and waited for the ship to impact less than a click away.
[member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Brent Warnel"]l [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Isley Verd"] @everyone who wants to see this hut'uum dead!
[member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Saverok"], [member="Zardavorok"], [member="Tempest"] (if you want in)
Siobhan was not on Muunilist. Muun were not her favourite people. Moreover, it was Mandalorian Crusaders territory and she had no connections there. So when the Gen'dai made his move, she happened to be aboard the Ardarvia, orbiting a world called Gallos.
She had been checking up on Firemane's expansion plans there and was about to go home. However, fate, the will of the Force or rather this writer's desire to get into a fight and have Siobhan possibly got maimed again, interfered! "We're ready to make the jump, ma'am. Destination is Tygara?"
"Yes, plot the course," Siobhan said distractedly, for she was busy reading a magazine about gardening. However, at this moment her datapad beeped. Someone had messaged her. So she put the magazine aside and checked her mail. What she got was a recorded message from a certain Mia Monroe.
"Saverok the Terrorist is at Muunilist. Heavy damage inevitable, get your shebs here now!"
"Plotting a course now. Engaging coordinates," the navigation officer said helpfully.
"Wait, belay that order," Siobhan snapped harshly. Mia, this really isn't the reunion I had in mind. "New course. We're going to Muunilist. Send a message to my wife and tell her...a crazy Gen'dai is loose there. And someone get my armour."
"Uh, yes, ma'am." Shortly thereafter, the Ardarvia jumped to hyperspace and set its metaphorical sails for the Muun world. Hopefully things would not be over by the time they arrived.
Anya....had come some ways from burning everyone in sight...now she only burned those that were opposite on the side she was on and got paid for the stuff to!
And so in the little bar over hearing these Mandalorians talk about something or another while she sipped a beer alarms started blaring causing her to jump and spill her beer on the table as she grumbled and stood not wearing any armor just some flame proof clothing to keep her flames of destruction off of her
So when she walked out to see the ship about to hit the sky hook she gave a grin to herself....looks like work just came to her and she was more then ready to burn whatever she was pointed at
Three minutes, that is how long it would take for a ship to drop out of hyperspace and reach the sky hook from where a safe exit out of hyperspace would be possible. After all, these Gendai were not ace pilots, they were not the Merrills, and they definitely were not wardens of the sky. And unlike them, who seemed to have less than half a brain in thinking attacking the world like muunilist would be simple... it was laughable.
And unlucky for them, Solan had decided to take his leave from the CSA to check up on the defensive fleets of the Mandalorian Crusader worlds, specifically, the same planet that Savarok had thought was smart to attack.
Cute.
So Solan looked to the side as the sudden Gendai frigate appeared, and as far as he was concerned it was an enemy vessel, on an impact course with just an iconic feature of the planet. His voice sounded immediately and the ships responded as if they had done the drill a thousand times, which they had. This was a nation at war, a nation on a crusade against two of the largest powers... well what had been the largest powers in the galaxy. An upstart Gendai, in a single frigate and looking to punch into a notable sight. He was surprised how arrogant one being could be.
"Set the Pulseflares up and aim the main guns right at the nose of that ship, make sure that you stay in front of it and tear it apart. Maneuver two of the Procursator class destroyers into position to use their tractor beams on the ship. Once that's set up, move three argente class cruisers as well in a pyramid formation alongside the two Procursators. With all that being done, deploy all Tractor beams and rip that ship apart."
Two Minutes remaining.
More time than was needed as the ships began to fire off at the Gendai frigate, peppering it with laser and ion fire, pulse weaponry tearing it to bits, and then it came into range. more than twenty-five different tractor beams latched on at the same time, tearing the ship in every which way while also it tried to continue forward. In seconds the ship would buckle, tear itself apart and suddenly shatter like a fortune cookie. Shards of metal peeling apart and being scattered as the ship was trapped in stand still before finally being reduced to a cloud of shrapnel.
Unlike what [member="Saverok"] thought might happen, Muunlist had a defense fleet for a reason. And that defense fleet was already informed of all criminals on the Mandalorian bounty board. The Creature that killed Ember Rekali would never reach his target and instead, would find that his ship would not impact the skyhook. Even if he had come close to doing so with some shard of what ship had existed before, the ships guarding the skyhook would simply intercept it. It was easier to repair a ship that had been peppered with debris, not so easy to repair the skyhook.
All while this would happen, Solan would just sit and stare, saddened that this creature thought the Mandalorians would be so slow to response. Especially during war time.
Objective: Get to Muunilinst
Enemies: [member="Saverok"] [member="Zardavorok"]
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @Anya Loma
Equipment: Armor, Arc Rifle, Revolver. Bryar, Calm, Shield, Whisper-lightsaber
Gray was on Doldur since they had taken the planet and trying to get everything organized. His clan was now in a position of responsibility for the lives of an industrialized, populous city. They had gotten rid of the tyrant oppressing and control the poor people, and right now there was major reconstruction going on. A lot of the cities had taken damage and a few had been completed leveled by the tyrant. It was a desperate situation, and he felt responsible for the people they had lead into a rebellion. It was during this he heard the signal from Mia saying that Muunlinst was under attack........by Saverok. He immediately was out of his seat and on his com system as soon as he heard it.
Gray said over his com as he headed for his latest ship, The Angel's Glory, " Prep the ship. Outfit every droid with m5 and Co-Ri shields from the shipment I had delivered. Also round up some of the local men and outfit them with whatever armor they can wear and the same equipment as the droids. Do this NOW. We are heading to Muunilinst." He then ended the message. His mind was focused and consumed by the mission at hand. He was going to take down the terrorist who had attacked Mandalore. The savage who had slaughtered innocents in the name of the Mandalorian ways. The brute that was everything Gray was opposed to....... And this time there would be no order keeping him from landing his ship. Not even the word of the Mand'alor would sway him, because any that would dare utter it was not fit to lead the Mandalorian people.
OOC: If you have an issue with the m5 waiting second approval let me know and I will switch them out for the canon version.
[member="Gray Raxis"] @Anya Loma [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Mia Monroe"] @Zardavorok @Saverok
Rekali the Hutt was going to head to Trevel'ka from Dathomir, before a message was intercepted on a priority message.
"Saverok the Terrorist is at Muunilist. Heavy damage inevitable, get your shebs here now!"
That was Mia Monroe. The Katlayadr of the Cuir Rekr. And she needed his help. More importantly Ember Rekali need vengeance. And who else to give it but the grandson he’d never met? Saverok would taste his blade this day, and learn the strength of one’s Clan, one’s Kajidic.
<Set a course for Muunilinst post-haste. Prepare my armor and any weaponry we have aboard. Today we hunt Terentateks.> Rekali the Hutt uttered in Hutteuse, commanding his band of brigands. Though not used to such work they complied with swiftness. There was a passion in the Hutt’s voice that they hadn’t seen in some time.
Location: Muunilist, Moving to whats left of the IBC building.
Equipment: See post #1
Enemies: [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Solan Charr"] @Anya Loma [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Mia Monroe"]
Allies: Horde
" Ontha gha ansa' sha Asnutlha'a shianl ang aftangun thul." he suggested watching the ship speed further and further toward the planet. Trembling after a small shock wave shook the Frigate Saverok raised a brow and examined the data screens above. The engines & thrusters were at maximum and burning up. " Look at them below. Like ants running around." he muttered watching the countless muun's scurry about for cover as Turbolaser fire rained from the two main cannons. Eyeing the Sky hook once more Saverok tilted his head wondering how its collapse would effect the planet as a whole. After all the thing covered the entire planet. The Destruction was going to be marvelous. Even now he could only imagine the amount of pain this would bare the planet itself.
"Sir. A fleet is arming weapons now and preparing to fire... They are also preparing Tractor beams? Sir?!" a droid questioned. The Gen'dai stood there and closed his eyes. His chest expanded in the armor slightly. The Frigate stood no chance against a fleet armed like that. There was a massive concern. What could they do? The Protocol droid looked around waiting a answer that never came.
The chaos the ensued on the planet was all too loud in Saveroks mental. A wonderful tune as lives ended sending pulses in the force. Disturbances. "Sir we will be in firing range in once minute." the droid warned once more.
" How many people are panicking for their lives on Muunilist?" He rhetorically asked and then continued. " Fuel for the fires of destruction!" Saverok roared as his mask shielded around his face. Magnetic grips anchored the giant onto the metal floor, a just preparation to ensure the best outcome. Behind his mask Red eyes burned with all the negative energy brought about by his attack. * Boom* The back engines shined bright and suddenly exploded ripping the Frigate in half spilling out the two squadrons inactive Gen'dai Eviscerators and various supplies out to be taken by the tractor beams. The ship was practically gone but it was not over yet.
The other half was dangerously vaulted toward the planet.
Using Consume Essence to channel the Darkside being created down below, Saverok out stretched his arms letting the amplified power flow into a shield around the half he and his brother [member="Zardavorok"] were in. The incoming fleet fire shined brightly, Explosion after explosion the Frigate seemed to delay its fate as it spun faster and faster like a bullet. With a smile on his face Saverok began to chuckle. Speeding past [member="Solan Charr"] defending fleet, the frigates half groaned in entering the atmosphere of Muunilist clipping Sky hooks base with massive kinetic force. Not what he intended or desired at all. Apon impact into the planet the Frigate slid through many of muun's structures and establishments of business filling the skies with dust and debris. Pure Chaos.
"Thut ut ghha'a gha ftaa'a." he looked at [member="Zardavorok"] before bailing out mid slide. Jet pack activated mid air Saverok looked back toward the nearest screams. The lights of the Sky hooks dimmed into darkness around the planet. Falling to the cities below shaking the planet to its core. Even from the air the Gen'dai could feel the Shockwave and the millions of potential lives ended. Their were no more minor disturbances in the force, This was now an echo.
Zardavorok was surprised at the effort that the Mandalorians put into trying to stop the impossible. The Gen’dai were going to reach the surface one way or another. They did not fear death nor did the droids on the ship. They would do whatever it took to complete their objectives. So it came as no surprise when Saverok let the engines explode blowing off the back of the ship letting the tractor beams follow the useless mass. The ship rocked threatening to knock the Gen’dai off his feet but he had braced against a wall and held steady. The droids had been smart enough to activate their magno grips so not one was lost or injured.
The time for battle had finally come. Using the magno grips on the boots of his armor to cement himself in place Zardavorok had a front row seat as they crashed through the skyhook. On approach he felt as though he could see the Mun’s and many other species traveling through it. The terror in their eyes as their imminent deaths was among them was satisfying. It almost felt as though it was feeding the Gen’dai. It excited him, but for a second he remembered when the Sith had come. When they had attacked his planet and nearly massacred the Gen’dai. Wasn’t hypocritical for them to be doing the same to another world? No it wasn’t. At least not in this Gen’dai’s mind. He had fought the Sith, he had given everything to ensure at least some of his people could escape. If the Munns and mandalorians couldn’t do the same then they deserved no mercy, nor would they be shown it.
The first thing Zardavorok felt as they plowed through the skyhook was the entire ship shake followed by the sound of the skyhook itself crumbling in on itself. All those beings that had been using it only had the Mandalorians to thank for not being able to protect them. They had been too weak, and this was only the first step of many. Now that the ship no longer had engines there wasn’t much left to do if they needed an escape. There was also no other reason to not utilize the droids that had controlled the ship in the coming battle as well. With the large increase of numbers Zardavorok was sure that the plan would succeed.
“Rughs ftahung xuia!” Zardavorok said to his brother. Leaping out the ship with him “Assathk!” Zardavorok shouted over his coms and obeying his commands the droids would begin to complete their tasks.
Without a permanent jetpack Zardavorok simply waited a bit longer before he took his leap. In his armor he was sure he’d be able to take the impact that came next. All around him the skyhook remains fell and the screams of millions fed the Gen’dai. Curling into a ball at the last second he exploded through the window of the IGBC building and hit the tile floor hard enough to shatter tiles. Not even breaking stride he came up both convergence pistols aimed at the gathered Munn’s that stared in shock. “I’d like to make a withdrawal.”
"We will not be bullied by some large criminal thugs!" One of the braver Munns said and wagged its long finger at the Gen'dai. With no patience for a scolding Zardavorok reached out snatching the Munn by his neck.
"What I meant was right this way good sir!" The Munn gasped out.
Aftra Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Crashsite à Heading South
The first squad of Crimson Avengers to leave the ship remains was designated Aftra squad and they were meant to serve as one of the distractions to split whatever Mandalorian forces moved to engage the Gen’dai. They marched out the sun glinting off their shiny bodies. Chaos was being sung all around them as the civilians of Muunilist ran from the crashsite hoping to not get caught up in the attack. It was too late however. Raising up their Arc Shadows a row of Avengers unleashed numerous bolts among the crowd. Those unfortunate enough to get caught amongst the first blast were turned to charred husks due to the Arc Shadows. There was no remorse amongst the droids as they continued to mow down civilians and making their way to the southern end of the city. Those that weren’t firing the Arc shadows simply ised the Convergence pistols they had been armed with to mow down the civilians that had gotten outside the range of the Arc shadows.
Ft'a'u Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Crash Site à Moving to IGBC building East End
The group of droids designated as Ft’a’u squad made their way down the street towards the eastern end of the IGBC building. One couldn’t seriously expect all the droids to be pooled together and siege the same area. While of course their forces would be stronger if utilized in such a way it wouldn’t help if the Mandalorians decided to flood the area. With all the citizens clearing the area the only thing to worry about were the Mandalorians that had moved to stop the droids and the local authorities that would soon find themselves on the other end of the Arc Shadows that started cooking them all inside their armor. That was the thing about metal, it conducted electricity.
Thha'ftua Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Crashsite à Heading North
Heading off towards the North the squad of droids would do as their brethren to the south would causing chaos and killing any innocents that had been caught up in the damage left in the wake of the skyhooks destruction. Not even the mothers that held their children were safe. They were all mowed down together their lifeless husks littering the street and causing the horrific aroma of burnt flesh to fill the air.
Gaftsa Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Crash Site à Heading East
Chaos certainly would rain on the Munns today. There would be no break as Gaftsa squad made their way to the east and to the main skyscrapers of the city. They were intending to attack the civilian sector and kill any they could. Let the Mando’s come, it was too late. The Skyhook had been destroyed and the city was in disrepair. Who knows maybe even the economy would end up crashing.
Athhu Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Crashsite à Infiltrating bank with [member="Saverok"] & Zardavorok
Athhu squad was the only one meant to aid the Gen’dai in the main attempt of bank robbery. As such they also jumped ship… Literally turning themselves into meteors that plowed through the numerous other windows of the IGBC building. “Hands in the air meatbags!” One of the Crimson Avenger’s said firing upon the first Mun that tried to run.
Rugns'us Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Crash siteà Setting up blockade in-front of IGBC building.
Leaving the remains of the ship Rugns’us squad moved to the front of the IGBC building where they began to enter and spread out around the front entrance to the building. Their task was the simplest one of all, just sit there and ensure that no one could enter. Across their numbers the assortment of weaponry they had been given was at the ready and the remains of the ship would be their cover for any forces that decided to move in on them.
Objective: Justice for the Traitor Jen'jidai.
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Solan Charr"],
"This," Alkor murmured from his spot atop one of the banking spires as he stared out at the carnage, "will be your last mistake." High Port had hung in geosynchronous orbit of Harnaidan for thousands of years, and Harnaidan had been his home for more than fifteen. He still remembered hellish nights and their sleepless torment where he lay awake and exhausted on the floor of Villa Obscurum. Where once the Dark Jedi Order made its home among the tallest spires and wealthiest banks, now the Mandalorian Crusade lay claim to the vast riches of the Muun. Still the fact remained: [member="Saverok"] was a traitor, not just to the new way of life Alkor had chosen, but to the life he spent his wasted youth becoming the master of.
To a Jen'jidai, brotherhood was a sacred and unbreakable vow. When a Master strode over that line, all of his kin became his worst enemies and stopped at nothing to see him dead. Alkor was one of the agents sent to assure that the end came. He did not need the Force, nor did he need armor, guns, or grit to destroy this enemy. They had chosen the manner of their own death, and the most ironic of places for burial.
His hardened gaze locked on the attempt to bring down High Port, and he lifted the comm to his lips. "Control," he spoke calmly in the middle of all the chaos, "bring the planetary defense grid online. Mass Drivers should concentrate fire on the Skyhook. Smash it to bits so that we can contain the damage."
"Who is this?" came the half-composed reply. It was an obviously Muun voice.
"My name is Alkor," he responded, "I speak with the authority of House Verd. Do this quickly, or the death count will be far more than a little catastrophic."
"Yes, sir!" came the quick response. The telltale groan of the ground shifting and heavy bay doors sliding open heralded something akin to an earthquake. The entire island that housed Muunilinst's planetary capital shivered, then screamed. Volcanic activity spiked in the nearby waters, and geysers of steam billowed skyward. The Planetary Defense Mass Driver Cannons were some of the most vicious war weapons stockpiled by the vastly wealthy Muun over centuries. They were originally intended to rip Capital Ships from the sky, but with new developments, High Port seemed as good a target as any.
"Don't feel too bad if you kill a few of those traitors in the process," Alkor smirked.
"Open fire!" blared across the comm, and Alkor glanced toward the upper atmosphere as the superheated station started to groan closer to inevitable destruction. The massive cannons screamed their furious report as nearly a hundred capital grade weapons trained their fire on a single target. Electromagnetically driven rounds broke orbit in mere seconds. The shells ripped into the Skyhook and it began to shatter.
Eruptions of fuel and metal tore across its surface. Structural integrity was compromised in the blink of an eye. What was once a mighty and looming threat spread as dust across an atmosphere all too greedy to swallow it up in flames.
No one knew Muunilinst's defenses so well as someone who once ruled it.
"Good shot," Alkor congratulated. Cheers blared across the planetary comms, and the Jen'jidai switched over to the Mandalorian channel. "Now. Get that Gen'Dai bastard."
Location: Getting planetside by the end of post.
Objective: To Muun Land.
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"],
Enemies: [member="Saverok"], [member="Zardavorok"]
Who would answer the call?
Varien, adopted child of Clan Kelborn.
The ship dropped out of hyperspace, carrying dozens of Kelborn Warriors down towards the Banking planet of Muunilinst.
According to the woman of Clan Ordo, there was a terrorist, a well known one that originated from the ranks of the Mandalorian Empire. Perhaps they even knew of this... Saverok before he hd pledged himself to the Mandalorian Empire, before he had caused so much strife between the Mandalorian Orders.
That was the jist of what he understood.
His ship was heading planetside, breaking the atmosphere in a heartbeat.
They were soon nearing the drop point above the IGBC Building. Shaking his head, he rocked on his heels as he looked about at his gathered brothers.
"I'm not giving no speech today. We're all gonna jump, and we're going to kill them!" He cried out.
He activated the visual recorder in his helmet. What mistakes he made on that day were going to be remembered by him. They wouldn't happen again. And oh, he expected there to be many.
The ramp began opening. The voice on the intercom had crackled initially to grab their attention. The Kiffar wasn't listening. Instead, he ran straight ahead.
Right off of the ship and towards the Eastern Side of the InterGalactic Banking Clan's Building below. Hundreds of meters to go. He closed his eyes and hoped he could bring honour to his Clan, but moreso to himself.
Location: Coming up on the crash site
Allies: [member="Varien Moxla"][member="Alkor Centaris"][member="Rekali the Hutt"][member="Gray Raxis"][member="Solan Charr"] [member="Anya Loma "][member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Enemies: [member="Zardavorok"] [member="Saverok"]
Objectives: Kill the terrorist
Mia bowed her head as the shockwave rolled towards her. Dust, smoke and debris clouded the air as it slammed into them, she felt a thousand voices cry out in terror, and she felt them all silenced. She drew a sharp breath in, holding it for a moment as she recalled the same on the space station above Manda'yaim. She exhaled slowly, compartmentalised and rose to her feet. Her HUD switched to thermal imaging, for the air was too thick to see other wise. Rage rolled off her, pulsing in powerful waves.
She paid no heed to the wails of civilians around her, she couldn't allow herself to be distracted. Distraction had been what delayed her getting to him the last time, she broke into a run, heading towards the crash site. If she had taken a moment to glance around her, she might have noticed she was not alone. Those who had been drinking with her in the bar, followed the Katlayadr's lead, pushing forward amidst the chaos to reach the centre.
A platoon of shiny droids were advancing towards them, southbound out from the crash site. Mia did not stop, she didn't hesitate. Pulling a bolter from her hip she caught the first one square in the face as it swung it weapon round, then she leapt, activating her jet pack as she did. It carried her high above them, clear of their weapon range, while those who had followed began to pepper them with slugs and blasters alike. Mia came down hard on the other side of the platoon, tugging a grenade from her belt she pulled the pin, and cast it over her shoulder as she continued forward.
"SAVEROK!"
She bellowed, wandering closer to the smoldering wreck that was his ship. She would find that ugly bastard one way or another.
Location-heading to ruin Thha'ftua squads day
Allies-[member="Mia Monroe"][member="Varien Moxla"][member="Alkor Centaris"][member="Rekali the Hutt"][member="Gray Raxis"][member="Solan Charr"][member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Enemies-so far just clunkers
This pain
What was she feeling as she watched watching the Sky hook fall down, it was a burning sensation not a good one she usually would feel it was as if the wind howled and built a fire up before it poured and silenced it forever to not rage again
How'd that make her feel...a wide range of emotions she really didn't care about and rarely used....more importantly she was beyond enraged...the fire within her blazing as she started walking through the dust and smoke hearing the screams of innocent around her
Then she ran into them, she watched them using some type of gun to shoot lightning at people...now Anya who murdered usually wouldn't care but this was no style....this was just slaughtering and was waste full
Hey metal heads" she called out as she grabbed a molotov and lit it" burn by my fire!" she yelled as she thr I guess it at the head droid then started running jumping and bouncing off walls to higher ground where she started raining fire upon the droids...she didn't stop moving she would keep firing moving jumping twisting...
Then she had a idea ....those weapons they were holding looked fun to use....she was going to steal one when she had their numbers low....might be awhile but she was enjoying this
Objective: Get to Muunilinst
Enemies: [member="Saverok"] [member="Zardavorok"]
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"] @Anya Loma [member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Solan Charr"]
Equipment: Armor, Arc Rifle, Revolver, Bryar, Calm, Shield, Whisper-lightsaber
Gray sat in the lounge aboard his ship, The Angel's Glory, with all the men who had volunteered to join him on this mission. They were all members of the rebellion Gray had taken the lead of on Doldur to help liberate them from from their tyrannical dictator. They were all a little nervous as this was many of their first trip off world, and while they were actually trained now, they were still not veteran soldiers. They were willing to fight as hard as they could though, all 120 of them, and that was all Gray cared about. He would be their shield if they needed it, because that was his duty as not just their leader but their Alor. Each man wore a set of armor that WESTAR had just developed alone with their rifles and shields. The banner of clan Raxis was painted onto every shield and every set of armor.
Gray smiled a bit as he looked at them, but he had a major problem that needed to be addressed. How did you kill someone that could survive a space station blowing up and floating around in the void for who knows how long? Simple blaster rifle and arc rifle shots wouldn't be enough. Explosions and even fire were not enough, that had already been proven. So what method could work then? It needed to be something that hadn't been done yet was realistically an option. What could be used to destroy something that standard methods were useless against?
Then the solution hit him. He got onto his communication system and sent a message to a RID freighter at Commenor. He told them to redirect themselves to Muunilinst and to be careful as it was likely a battle ground by this point. He then went up to the cockpit to send a second message, one meant for Mia Monroe detailing his plan. He hoped she would receive it in time before she engaged Saverok, but it was a gambit. Knowing Mia, she likely was already fighting him as he was getting the message out. He sent it and took a deep breath. This might be their best option, but only if they could actually it off properly. Either way though, his two ships would arrive at Muunilinst soon.
OOC: Hey I will link my units and their equipment in my arrival thread so everyone knows what they are dealing with. The numbers though are 100 droids and 120 militia, so there is that.
The black abyss of space was full of hyper-extended stars that seemed to continue endlessly as the crew finished through hyperspace.
"Sir, we've gathered your armor and some weapons. Are you ready to inspect them?" One of his henchmen came to his side.
<Yes, let us go.> The Hutt said and followed his employee to his ready room. His Vonduun Skerr Hutta was on full display, freshly polished and fed. Curious Yuuzhan Vong tech required very specific maintenance. On a long table extended an array of rifles, heavy pistols, and grenades. He took a few of the Cryo and Incineration grenades before inspecting the guns. Some standard blaster tech, an interesting design that used entire powercells per shot and loaded them like a slugthrower, some conventional slug throwers, a sonic rifle, and . . . what was that?
<This one, with the screw bayonet. Is that the Viscera Shotgun the Fringe used to have?.> The Hutt asked.
"Yeah. Since they've disbanded it isn't too hard to get them from ICE. I figured it might be useful against a Gen'dai." He said.
<You've done well.> He said and there was a woosh as they pulled out of hyperspace. <I am going to prepare myself. Alert me when we are close enough to the planet for a dropoff.>
"Yes sir." The attendant said, and headed to the bridge. Saverok would taste his fury soon enough, as long as the Katlayadr could ensure he didn't escape before the Hutt got there. Surely the supposedly immortal Gen'dai was not coward enough to run. Surely his pride would be his undoing. Surely revenge would be had this day.
Location: IBC Building. Allies: [member="Zardavorok"] Enemies: [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Anya Loma "][member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] Objective: Steal & Plot Equipment: See first Post
Stepping through the shattered window and entering the IBC building Saverok paused, He could feel something again something he didnt not acknowledge before. It was comparable to ripples in a still pond, ripples caused by a stone. Suddenly that sense manifested when a female voice shouted Saveroks own name letting it ride the very winds of muunilist. " Grunting Saverok shook his head negatively. He loved a challenge but this was not the time. This time [member="Mia Monroe"] was going to fight on his terms!
" Start the Transfer!" He waved his hand some and jammed a cable into the IBC's systems terminal. Wiring it to his datapad Saverok rolled his eyes seeing all the data scroll. Lucky for him the job was simple. " Transfer funds to this account!" He commanded sliding a data pad over to the Muun. The Muun did not hesitate to begin the transfer to the Account ID of 536e232-66. The process was going to take several minutes and even then it would only be data.
" Heheh" Saverok chuckled pressing a button uploading something into the IBC Systems. It was a Worm written by his personal droid [member="TWIN"], It would be undetectable for the time being since nothing was touched by it. Tossing both data pads on the counter the Gen'dai made his way to the broken window gazing apon the destruction caused. " Zardavorok fortify with position were gonna need to secure can we can get it for now."
Closing his eyes the Behemoth began to feed on the chaos around him, bringing him strength. No doubt he was going to need every last bit of it too.
Location: En Route.
Allies: Mandalorians?
Enemies: Of the peace.
Objective: Get there.
The outer rim. What a place, what a place. Always something to do. For one Tracyn Ordo, a Jedi by trade and a complicated man by nature, that meant usually piling up bodies of ne'er-do-wells to fill the voids that had existed in his life for quite some time. He had just come from The Wastes, searching for a pirate crew that had been wreaking havoc in the sector, when his comms channel flashed. But not his Republic ones, the ones he still had the old codes for.
And he heard her voice. He could've sworn she was dead, then again, most people thought he was dead too. Hadn't talked to any Jedi in years, and hadn't appeared with the Mandalorians in nearly a decade. He wrapped his fingers on the controls, thinking for a moment.
What would you do?
He closed his eyes and imagined the gentle touch of her hand, the sing-song nature of her voice. He heard his answer and felt the reassuring touch, the weight and the guilt lifting momentarily. Then, reality set back in. Tracyn closed his eyes for a moment, and gathered himself. His hands, worn from constant conflict, began the process to venture to the sounds of Chaos. He opened up the channel, and imagined a flume of dust protruding from the speakers of those who would hear him.
Location: En route to Muun world
Allies: [member="Rekali the Hutt"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: [member="Saverok"], [member="Zardavorok"]
Hyperspace was a big, fathomless void. The Ardarvia shot through the seemingly endless, blue tunnel as it made its way towards the bankers' planet that was presently experiencing a good deal of violence and destruction.
Siobhan stood aboard the bridge of the frigate, looking terribly impatient. The ship's commander had been forced to put up with her nagging about how the ship ought to go faster. Fortunately the responsible officer was used to managing her somewhat capricious, moody boss at this point.
The Countess was clad in her theatrically named Imperatrix armour, which blended rugged Mandalorian practicality with a distinctly Eldorai design. Hopefully it would keep her from getting maimed too much. At her side was a shatterbolter, or High-Velocity Kinetic Firearm - Mass Driver - 1 if you felt like using a terribly complicated, clunky name. The heavy rail gun had been designed as an anti-armour weapon and propelled traditional boltgun ammunition with enough velocity to pierce heavy tank armour. Of course, a Gen'dai was fething tough and known to survive typically hazardous experiences such as dismemberment.
"All crew, prepare for reversion," an officer called. Siobhan only acknowledged him with a curt nod. The ship jerked and there was a notable whoosh when it was pulled into the realm of realspace. The vast bulk of the planet could already be seen as the Ardarvia prowled through space towards the orb.
"Open a comms channel to the Mandalorian Crusaders and tell them we're from Firemane and here to help. And see whether you can reach Mia Monroe. Get a dropship ready to take me to the planet," the Countess commanded.
The Ardarvia had some nice guns and could defend itself, but was not a military ship first and foremost. This was probably for the best because showing up in foreign territory with a big warship during a crisis might have made the locals understandably suspicious. It did have some craft though, which could come in handy.
Freeing the Muun, Zardavorok gave a growl of warning before moving off and letting Saverok take care of the transferring of credits. He had a job to do and that meant setting up defenses and monitoring the droids giving them directions on the next part of the plan and checking on the numbers that might have been lost. Despite the damage already caused to the city Zardavorok was surprised by the lack of Crusaders. He’d have thought they would hop at the chance to defend one of the richest worlds in the galaxy. Maybe it wasn’t only their past ruler that was weak but them as well. “On it.”
“You muuns! Line up in-front of the turbolifts!” Zardavorok shouted as he pointed out the ones he meant. A group of five were picked out and more than willingly acted to ensure that they didn’t suffer premature deaths. Though they still possibly would, they’d be placed in front of the Turbolifts to be the first line of defense so to say for those that wished to enter explosively or firing randomly. The Gen’dai wanted the first beings to be killed were the Muuns. It would send a signal that the Mandalorian’s didn’t care about the Muuns themselves only their credits. Hopefully incite some riots later on down the road.
“Put some in the stairwell and keep them under watch! The rest will line the windows and be placed on their knee’s. The Mandalorian’s want us they have to cut through them first.” Zardavorok said as he pulled out a datapad and began tapping away on it to check on the droid status’
“How do you plan for us to escape?” The Gen’dai asked his brother.
Aftra Squad
Troop Count: 150 -> 120
Location: Heading South -> Southern District
Enemies: Mando’s accompanying [member="Mia Monroe"]
Aftra squad was the first to see combat against the Mandalorians who were being led by Mia Monroe. The brave women led them into the fray and her tactics of flying outside the range of the droids and using her bolters worked. One by one the Avengers began to drop to the weapon she sported before a handful were destroyed by her grenade. The bolter had been the saving grace as the droids had no defense against. However, with two layers of metal and a coating of hadrium the droids were made for taking damage specifically that of slugthrowers and blaster weapons. The other mandalorian’s weapons hit the armor but most of the damage done was superficial. Now upon their new enemy the Crimson avengers would rain down hell with a mixture of Arc shadow bolts to cook the Mandalorian’s inside their very armor and FFC launchers to knock them off their feet.
Ft'a'u Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: IGBC building East End
Entering the IGBC building in through the East End Ft’a’u squad didn’t engage the Muun’s instead one stepped forward. “Get on the ground meatbags!” The droids filed into the eastern end of the building and spread out around pillars and setting up defensive lines while the droid that had original spoke made his way to one of the banking terminals where it snatched up a Muun from the ground and pushed four datapads into the aliens’ large hands. “Begin the transfers, we are under orders too free you if you are cooperative.” The droid offered leveling a convergence pistol at the Muun’s head. The Muun’s weren’t mandalorian’s they weren’t a species to stick their necks out and put themselves on the line to stop a robbery such as this.
Nodding his head, the Muun turned to the terminal and jacked in the datapads where it would begin the fund transfers. The other Muun’s were herded around like cattle to the slaughter and placed at the entry points to ensure that if any action was taken they would be the ones to suffer.
Thha'ftua Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Heading North -> Northern District
Enemies: @Anya Loma
Thha’ftua squad had been moving north when a young red headed woman had moved to engage them, and alone at that. Even the weapon she used to combat them was unorthodox as the molotovs fell amongst their ranks the droids kept marching on unfaltering and unaffected. With the two layers of metal that already coated their body and the Hadrium coating that was already incredibly heat resistant they were unharmed. Only ten droids broke off from the main group moving to engage the redheaded woman where two switched to Arc Shadows, 5 to convergence pistols and the last three to the FFC launchers to cover their ranges and ensure the best effectiveness of battling the redhead. The ones with the pistols would fire upon her trying to kill the woman but if she got too close she’d have to deal with the other weapons the droids wielded.
The rest of Thha’ftua squad continued on their path without worrying and began pouring into the Northern end of the district where they spread out beginning to cause chaos throughout the city. Bar windows would be shot out, homes destroyed, civilians killed in the streets.
Gaftsa Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Heading East -> Eastern District
Without anyone moving to stop them Gaftsa squad would begin moving into the eastern district of the city and would begin terrorizing the business places there. Thefts wouldn’t be made here just simply them spreading throughout the city and beginning to attack the large skyscrapers of Muunilist. The tallest buildings in the city reached up to four kilometers and would probably house the most civilians. Not even waiting on news to broadcast the event a few droids would take it upon themselves to record and broadcast the event playing out in the Eastern district of Muunilist to further ruin the Crusaders reputation.
Athhu Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: IGBC building with Saverok & Zardavorok
Following Zardavorok’s commands Athhu squad began herding the Muun’s in front of the ceiling to floor windows. While the rest had been moved into the stairwell and before the turbolifts. Fifty of the droids would remain in the same area as the Gen’dai spread throughout the floor behind pillars where they would be on the defensive scanning for any threats that approached from the sky. Another fifty would move to the floor below taking similar positions while the last fifty would be dispersed near the Turbolifts and stairwells for any opponents that thought they would be coming either of those ways.
Rugns'us Squad
Troop Count: 150
Location: Setting up blockade Around IGBC building.
Beginning to set up the barricade around the IGBC building Rugns’us spread out the troops to encircle the building. Which of course left many parts then and gaps in the security where others could sneak by if they truly felt like it. They were simply there to keep out large numbers of people they couldn’t be expected to be able to stop out every lone strangler that either makes their way out the building or into it.
