Righteous In Wrath | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Ithor/Vanquo

[Ra Vizsla]

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V A N Q U O​

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Objective: Destroy Pirates, Free Mandalorian Captives, Reclaim the As'mo'Dai Mining Colony.​

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Posts: 1​

//78th Taungsday, 845 ABY
//Mandalorian Scouting Parties Found On Borders
//Death Watch activity minimal in the system.
//Clan activity rising. Suspected Clans: Betna, Vizsla, Vereen, Rekali, Skirata. Other clans unknown.

//Mandalorian activity in the neighbor systems is staggering. Full retreat advised.

A sigh escaped the grizzled jawline of Ra Vizsla, his feet touching the ground.​

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Explosions rocked the skies above him. First contact had been made with the scattering pirate colony that had found shelter here in the abandoned mining colony from years past. These miscreants were a plague on the Mandalorian systems and in recent days, had begun to be purified. Now, Ra's eyes set outwards. He would claim these planets in the name of the Clans, and he would do it with the full force that any Vizsla could bring. Men screamed out in terror as T vizors suited with jetpacks claimed aerial superiority, as basilisk war droids descended from the skies only to grab a man and toss them off a cliff. It was a slaughter.

A quick, decisive slaughter.

"Secure the perimeter," Ra bellowed to the surrounding Mando'ade. "Clan Vizsla will claim the first landing." A hearty competition between the Clans to see who could slaughter the most pirates and secure a landing. A lower ranking Vizsla soldier nodded his head and saluted, igniting the engine of his jetpack and darting for the skies. Vizsla's cloak flailed in the gust of winds created by the afterburner.

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While Ra was fully equipped and on the ground, he doubted he'd see much combat - the Mando'ade, their supercommandos and the basilisk war droids were far too swift and effective against these pirates who weren't offering much resistance.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Ithor Objectives

Spoiler

Objective 1: World of Peacecraft
Location: Herdship Mother Ithor
Meet with a Council of Elders about assisting us in the Production of Medicines, possibly Bacta.

Objective 2: When Vong Attack
Location: Herdship Bridge of Life and Surrounding Jungle
Investigating the wreckage of the Herdship Bridge of Life for survivors and for the cause of its malfunction, looting treasures, recovering treasures, and being a key part of getting the Ithorians to trust again. Spoiler Alert, the Malfunction is a Vongy slave-taking Ambush. Small Unit tactics or individual exploration. Have fun.

Objective 1
[Post 1]

The blue tunnel of hyperspace the fleet travelled in tore away into pinpricks of stars as the Mandalorian ships began falling out of hyperspace above the jungle planet. It had been a long time since Ithor had been paid any attention by the Clans of Mandalore, and the Ithorians had chosen not to wait around.

“They are a peaceful people, there is little sport or challenge in opening fire on unarmed herdships.” Draco surmised, looking around the bridge of the small vessel he was standing on. “And, they are expecting us for less violent talks. Hopefully less violent than Ord Cestus.”

The woman who always stood next to the elder mandalorian, Rach Vizla turned a datapad over to the man. “Some microbiologist believes that Ithor could be slightly altered through terraforming to allow for some production of Bacta. Its a long shot if you ask me.”

“Doesn’t matter. Bacta prices are on the rise, and despite the clans controlling something like four of the largest corporations in the galaxy, its something we use a lot of, and a few credits a liter adds up quickly.” Draco said over his shoulder, watching the planet looming closer and closer.

“The microbiologist believes that Thyferra was used to assist in the original rebuilding, and since then the Ithorians have been constantly altering and adjusting their biosphere in order to facilitate optimum growth and stabilize the ecosystem.” The woman said quietly to the two warriors. Draco could feel the little presence of the Force in her, quietly on alert for the old man.

“Its plausible is what you are saying. We can’t make a lot of assurances until we get some assurances from them about the implementation of such a program.”

“Yes, and its not something they will enjoy doing either. We are going to have to make a lot of promises and rely on them trusting us if we want them to change their Mother Jungle even a little for our benefit.” Draco’s voice was accompanied by the sound of metal boots on the deck, as he walked around the bridge. “Have we made contact with the Bridge of Life?”

“No sir, it seems to have landed at the moment.”

“Impossible. They would never land a herdship in the jungle. They barely tolerate others stepping on their sacred deity, they aren't about to land on top of it.”

“Communication from the Mother Ithor, requesting relocation of our talks to them. They are claiming the Bridge of Life fell out of the sky and has not answered communications since about a half hour before it dropped.”

“Change course to the Mother Ithor, have the fleet continue securing space. See if some commandos want to go check out the Bridge of Life and figure out what happened to it.” Draco’s voice was followed by the sound of communications flooding out from the bridge, fighters and ships maneuvering into positions giving constant updates to the little corvette moving into the planet’s atmosphere.

 

[Tysk Willamina]

Objective 1:
1/25

There was a lot she liked to work with but the idea of going off and fighting was for the younger ones. No instead well if you were going to talk with people and try to convince them why not send someone who had a better demeanor then stab or blow spoke int he face and shoot them for fun. That was why Tysk stood there in her armor as the icy blue looked a little better with the Jako beast fur cloak attached to it and she had her helmet off with the red hair in tight braids when she was walking ready to go and look at some of the Ithorians. Some of her guns and sisters were staying back on the Yaim'la while the idea of being on a massive herd ship had her looking at it for anything really. There was nothing to be gained from tactical goals or how to destroy a ship like it. Instead this was a job for talking and being more appealing over just forcing it upon them. "I'll be on the ship, keep the ship prepped and in communications with the others. Join them if they require back up." She got some nods from the others in multi colored armors as they were showing the new proto-meshes to test out that their smiths had been working with. Tysk keeping her own on herself when she adjusted it as the underlay between the bodyglove and the beskar plates. She had some upgrade ideas and new Chai La tech was being tested in her armor.

 

[Davon Karr]

Ithor
Yuuzhan Vong herdship crash site.

"So, why are they coming?"

"Because," Davon answer Samotin, "the surface of Ithor is...I don't know. It's special to them and they prefer to keep it untouched. Hence the herdships. So they're keeping an eye on us whilst we check out the crash."

"Alright," Sam replied, shifting in his yellow armour.

"Didn't you read the brief? I don't know why you'd ask me. Our wars didn't take me far. Still recovering from the plague and putting things right. Didn't know about things like ordering burgers without buns."

"Thats going to keep coming up isn't it?"

"Naked burger indeed. I've never been so embarrassed going to get food with my family. I hope you're not like that when they bring you rations."

Sam sighed. He hadn't expected this when he'd put his hand up at the chance to continue training under such a venerable member of the clan. Davon hadn't told stories when he'd visited him as a child. He'd always seemed quiet and stern. But Stahl had always brightened up at the sight of children and broken into stories from their glory days.

"Load up. These herdships have stayed afloat for millennia. I don't think they fall down by accident," Davon rumbled. The shuttle arced around, coming in low towards the crash site where fires still blazed. "Drop us a short distance out so we can come in quietly."

 

[Tal Vizsla]

VANQUO​

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Post One.​

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[member="Ra Vizsla"]​

The skies around him were filled with death and metal, pirates attempting to flee the carnage and only succeeding in being cut to ribbons by the mandalorian ships. He smiled beneath his buy'ce, eyes glittering with delight at the carnage that surrounded him. Catching sight of a pirate vessel that appeared to be unnoticed by the others, he angled his descending basalisk droid toward it, air whipping around him in a frenzy. Even through his armor's oxygen scrubbers, he caught the scent of ozone in the air and his smile broadened. He did so love the scent of battle.

The ship never knew what hit it as the droid crashed through the cockpit, transparisteel shattering like glass beneath the force of the bes'kar plated behemoth. The pilot and copilot died instantly, and the navigator fell a moment later to the claws of the mechanical beast. The ship's course became erratic as Bloodshot dismounted, and as he stepped into the hallway outside the cockpit he felt its momentum shift as gravity claimed it. He activated his mag-locks just before the weightlessness kicked in, then proceeded deeper inside the vessel. The first group he encountered was a trio of gamorreans, bless the force for small favors, and he launched himself toward them with abandon, unheeding of the weapons they held.

He'd lost his own to government confiscation on Ord Cestus, and had not yet been able to replace the majority of them. Not that it would have any impact on his lethality, however. A solid front kick sent the first pig flying down the hall, mag-locks be kriffed, and its neck snapped with an audible crunch when it smashed into the bulkhead. The second charged him with an axe raised high to cleave him in two, and he stepped toward the attack, reaching up to catch the weapon before it could build to its full momentum. His free hand struck at the alien's throat, crushing its windpipe and sending it stumbling back as the third raised a rifle and took aim. The blade of its friend's axe found its skull an instant later, hurled the length of the hallway as it opened fire.

It only managed to fire three bolts before darkness claimed it, and as it fell Bloodshot continued on through the vessel. He encountered two more groups, and dealt with each in similarly brutal fashion, easily out-matching the mostly unarmored and under-armed pirates even without his usual array of weapons. He'd already cleared half the ship before the crash alert klaxons began blaring and he turned to sprint back to what was left of the cockpit. By the time he'd re-mounted his iron steed and the beast had lifted itself free of the imminent wreck, they had very nearly reached ground level. Thrusters fired and repulsors engaged, propelling the mandalorian warrior away from the doomed vessel as it was reduced to rubble in the mountains below.

Gaining altitude, he set about searching for the area with the heaviest fighting. The crashed ship had been a good taste, but he needed more before he could be sated. Much, much more.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Vanquo
Objective: Destroy Pirates
Allies: Deathwatch, Mandalorian Clans, [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Bloodshot"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post count: 1/25

He was on the hunt. His prey cowered when they heard the roar of thunder coming from his iconic weapon that made him stood out on the frontlines. Very few were brave enough to stand their ground and give some sort of resistance to the Hunter. Resistance which was pity and laughable and only made him wish he were facing Republic Soldiers instead of these pirates. He wasn't, however, the only one hunting down these roaches that were a mighty bothersome for the Clans. No, this was a competition between the Clans that were here on Vanquo on who could eliminate the most pirates at the end of the crusade on Vanquo. A fun game for the Mandalorians that was also productive and beneficial for the Vode.

Together with the Munin clansmen they slaughtered those miscreants at the second landing zone and would soon claim it as their own and for the Clans. However, there were more forces than the ones here before the eyes of Clan Munin.

"Sir, Clan Vizsla has claimed the first landing already," an officer of Vilaz's said to him as they continued to fire below the pirates on the ground.

"Well, I'll be damned. Got some work to catch up now, don't we," the Chief of Clan Munin said to the Mandalorian and it understood what it meant. No more horseplaying. They were giving the pirates one shot to see if they could prove them to be time worthy, but now it was time to actually blow off some steam and get right to business...Mandalorian business.

"For Mandalore!"

 

[Davon Karr]

Ithor
Herdship Objective


The foliage whipped in the wake of the Choruk’han’s engines. Repulsors softly whined as it came in low. Davon was mildly impressed by how quiet the thing actually was. He almost made more noise stomping down the rear ramp as it lowered.

The ferrocarbon exoskeleton of his suit took the weight of the drop down to the ground and kept his aim stable as he raised his bulky rifle. Taking the lead for now, he walked back up towards the front of the gunship. An overlay of the terrain he couldn’t see through the trees was overlaid on his HUD as he received the sensor data from the platform. The massive laser cannon under its chin swung back and forth as the gunner checked their surroundings.

“All clear?” asked the pilot. All four soldiers reported so and the gunship took off. It would linger in the area with several others for the duration.

“Suitco:” suit command, “Map,” Davon whispered. Tactical overlays showed the small teams encroaching on the crash site. Lowering his rifle he turned to his fire team. Behind them a larger shuttle was coming down into the clearing. That would drop off some Ithorian science teams who would follow at a distance. There to check the Mandalorians didn’t desecrate their sacred lands as much as to study the herdship.

“Switching us to covert point to point comms, make sure you don’t go into a black spot.”

“You that concerned?” Sam asked.

“Got a bad feeling about this one. Like I said, these things don’t crash often.”

 

[Kima Betna]

Location: Vanquo
Objective: Destroy Pirates

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ-QLl5qjLg​

The ground rushed up as she fell, the air rushing past her helmet. The assault was by war droid and jet pack, but she had neither. Instead, she'd hitched a ride on another warrior's mount until they landed.

Or, rather, were close enough to the ground.

The unlucky pirate she'd caught in the open barely had enough time to scream before armored boots slammed into his torso a split second before the razor tip of her bevii'ragir pinned his body to the ground. She let her legs flex with the landing, the shock of the recoil spreading through her body rather than overloading a single joint. Thankfully, the impact with the pirate bled most of the inertia she'd gained from the fall.

With a quiet grunt, Kima ripped the spear from the corpse of the dead man, crimson droplets scattering off the tip of the blade. The beskar shaft and blade glinted in the light as she moved forward, her eyes darting back and forth searching for the next target. Combat boots kicked up dust and dirt as she ran, the spear kept level and her senses alert. It wasn't that large of a base, but it was large enough. She reached the edge of the landing pad and didn't stop, instead taking the leap off the platform.

The drop was long, but not dreadfully so, and she hit the ground in a roll before rising once more. A flash of reflected light and another pirate lay dead, his body slashed open by the deadly swipe of Kima's hunting spear. Another turned the corner and leveling a blaster as he came. She turned and deftly hurled the weapon in her hands, the broad blade easily piercing the spacer's leathers the man wore. The impact flung the pirate off his feet, his body transfixed by Kima's spear.

Darting forward, Kima ripped the weapon from the dying man's sternum before plunging the blade down. Once, twice, and rubies fell from the weapon's tip yet again. Satisfied, she dashed off once more, content with the kill.

The only good enemy was a dead enemy.

 

[Arage Bao]

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Vanquo
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“Easy girl.” The Bes'uliik hummed under his touch, but stayed quiet for the most part.

Underneath them the vast expanse of Vanquo opened itself, mountainous depths, rolling rocky planes and various points being lighted up by occasional explosions and gunfire.

A crackle in the comms tipped him off before the light sing-song voice of his brother by blood started speaking in his ear. It was the kind of voice that belonged to a minstrel or a politician, and he could practically see the smirk playing behind the obsidian t-visor, even if they were separated by many miles.

“Ra did it.”
“Did you doubt him, Alkesh?”

They had reconciled on Generis. A fraction of the deceased Sole Ruler’s Death Watch breaking away and returning to the Clans, sealed in blood and duel, like the old days.

No, Alkesh was a politician, but he knew the stakes.

“His hunger concerns me. He might swallow us whole to sate himself.”

Ronan patted his Bes'uliik to ease her tension.

“He fights for Vizsla. Family, brother, that’s all that matters.”

Alkesh knew better than to retort with that edge of finality marring Ronan’s tone, so he just grunted and signed off. This, for Ronan, was the sign they had to move out. Ra’s Iron Wolves had broken through the initial resistance and were setting up a bulkhead from which their further operations would continue.

It was time to fly.

And fly they did.

 

[Funky Balor]

Location: Null. No seriously, that's the planet's name.
Objective: Find his prize

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Post the First​

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(OOC: Feel free to join me if you want to wander around a former warlord's manor, who knows what this jerk kept in the basement?)


Funky smirked as he trudge along the forest, slowly, but steadily along the path. His current pace ws rather breakneck for a Kitonak, but was closer to a brisk walk for most humanoids. Still, he continued, his breath labored, as he continued along the path the map laid out for him.


The Signer smiled as he broke out of the clearing, finding a smirk upon his face as he saw it. The reason he had spent money from multiple bounties to lay claim to this particular plot of land. The reason that the Mandalorian clans would settle here. The home, the palace, of a man so threatening, that jedi and Nadalorian alike united to stop him. The Manor of Lord Tsinj!

It was gorgeous. And more importantly, it was fortified. A truly paranoid warlord, Tsinj had built this place to protect himself against possible ambush. Sadly, he lost it when his fragment had lost control of the empire. However, the Mandalorian had found some very, very interesting maps from some less than reputable dealers. The Singer of Clan Balor crossed the stone bridge slowly, relaxing his pace to slight trudge, taking in the scenery, and assessing the building as he approached.


The fortificatiosn and limited angels of a approach were impressive. He have to find the hanger, though, as he was certain it woudl be connected, liekly by...a cave. He considered this solemnly. Well, if that were the case, then he would have to face it head-on. He may have not liked caves much, but he was a Mando'ade, and being a mando'ade meant facing your fears, with a sword drawn and resolve to fight off death itself, should it come your way.


He nodded t one of the others, a Vod from clan Balor. "It will be wondrous. Think of it, vod. A fortress for clan Balor! A mead-hall for all the clans to do business and tell tales in! And a Forge for my smithing? All here!"


The younger Mando was skeptical of Funky's claims. "And what if there are inhabitants on the parcel that don't want us here?"


Funky laughed heartily. "Then we win the land through our might, like true conquerors. After all, 'I bought a castle and remodeled it' is hardly a poem for the ages. Now, 'The Tale of Those who laid Claim,' that's a story to tell over a fine mug," he said with a laugh.

 

[Davon Karr]

Ithor
Approaching herdship crash site

Even against the backdrop of the flames, Davon could make out thermal signatures. A worrying message was broadcast over the battle network. Small ships had been seen leaving the crash site. Organic ships.

“See that?” Davon asked, before marking the target on his HUD. It was placed on the tactical overlay such that the other mandalorians were drawn to it. Karr lowered himself to one knee and zoomed in on the unknown.

“That’s a reptoid,” Sam confirmed.

“Hostile?” Davon asked.

“More than likely. They’re slave warriors of the Yuuzhan Vong.”

“Dangerous?”

“Not alone. They generally work in large groups. This might be a scout.”

“In that case we can probably get around behind and bring it down. Can’t risk it attacking the Ithorians. Can they speak basic? What are they like to fight?” Davon asked, curious.

“Suits’ll translate into their language. Whether a reptoid will answer or not is another matter. Their warriors are fierce. Heavy armour and a preference for getting up close. Ranged weapon on the man is typically limited, but some of their beasts of war have turbolaser or heavy artillery equivalents.”

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective - Ithor - Peaceful negotiations
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]

She stood quietly on the bridge in something very simple she and Draco had spent time discussing the night before what was needed on Ithor. It would not be easy to convince the Ithorians to negotiate with the Mandalorians. She was not sure that her presence would be helpful or hurtful but with Alderaan now under the protectorship of the Mandalorians there were times that she would be tasked to help them in such matters.

Course all Draco had to do was ask and she said yes. How does one turn him down? Well more to the point how could she turn him down? Her Aunt Rianna had suggested that [member="Briika Hokan"] also be part of these upcoming meetings. The woman was a trusted confidant of her Aunt's as well as involved with MandalMedical. She would be helpful in explaining how the bacta was needed.

She listened to Draco directed where they were headed.

 

[Kuhani Vastor]

Ithor​

Jungle​

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Objective: 2​

Post: 1//20​

Thirteen weeks.

Kuhani had been a part of the Clans, part of those he once called "armored demons." Now, the Korunnai wanted to wear that armor as he looked at the lucky few in clan Betna who launched off the drop ship already. "Let's rusur ibic kebi." Anticipation was building in his bones, under his armor he was sweating. Every ounce of him was ready, ready to face and take down the ones called the Vong who had warped part of the jungle. On, Haruun Kal, the world that he finaly knew was his birth place, that would have been high treason to mess with the jungles in any way. "Cuyir gar tsikala, puhoi talker." Under the Arbiter helmet he wore, a smirk crossed the former shockboxers face. "Yes, I believe I am tsikala. " Taking the BTI-CC13 off the latch on his back, he checked all the systems while turning on his personal energy shield. Safety cable detached, and he moved quickly to the edge, realized he missed the sensation of wind on his face as the ship kept a low level flight path over the jungle. Scanners detected thermal signatures up north, for Korunnai he would have said they were only five minutes away.

In Mando, they were a click away.

Jumping from the ship, the thrusters in his miniature pack automatically came to life as he ran down the side of a tree. A flurry of information hit the HUD, but the Mandalorian moved with the others in his unit through the brush. Each of them where new, fresh out of training. Days and nights had been spent blurring the lines of their formal cultures, until all that were left were Mandalorians. Each of them now fought for honor, for the Manda'lor, and to earn their place in society. Crouched, and running, the squad moved as one for a few moments. A raised fist brought the group to a halt as the squad leader surveyed a large cliff they had just come to. Waving the team to set up position, the sniper went to find his best vantage point for the Yuuzhan Vong encampment below. "Remember, we have our mission from Ra himself. Don't fail, and lets finally go earn some beskar'gam."

Safeties could be heard switching off as they moved as one, for Manda'lor.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective 1
[member="Faith Organa"] @Brika Hokan
[Post 2]

The corvette continued towards the large disk shaped herdship. In the center of the Ithorian vessel floating kilometers above the jungle there was a bio-dome containing an artificial habitat of jungle. Mother Ithor was simplistic, just a variant of the Mother Jungle below without the biting insects that lived on the planet. "Faith, I'm really hoping they help us. Until they agree to let us run tests and take accurate soil samples, we won't even know if its half way possible to alter the environment without killing or destroying their mother jungle."

Ithorians were excellent terraformers, having been working to repair their home for close to eight hundred years, and their home had been plagued several times since it was destroyed. If anyone knew how to, it would be them. Firemane and Saiba Group might could be able to, but they would cost money, and they would expect rights to the production. The Ithorians blessing was basically the only way to proceed and gain seriously from the expedition. That, and the Mother Jungle was home to billions of plant species, bacteria, molds, and insects all working in concert. If not the real thing, perhaps a substitute could be worked on with their help.

"The Ithorians are pacifists. By their very nature they oppose the Mandalorians. That's why I'm glad you came, you can shed some light on the other side of the Mandalorian Culture. We aren't only conquerors like some might believe." But the Mandalorians were Conquerors, unquestionably, and undeniably, they conquered.

Draco sighed, quietly, appreciating Faith's assistance in this matter. As of right now the Ithorians, and the Mandalorians going to aid them on the ground were unaware of any struggle or conflict, though assisting the Ithorians would be a boon for the talks. The little corvette moved alongside the herdship and extended a boarding tube for the few Mandalorians, Faith and her party, and whomever else to disembark.

Rach spoke up as Draco began making his way from the ship, "I'll be moving for Vanquo once you are aware. The Task Force will hold space for as long as you need them." The old man was turning his attention towards known conflict where he could be useful.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

Vanquo
2/25

Battle was a welcomed thing to her as she moved, finding a purpose in it and the feeling of her blade when it sank into the chest of someone else. One hand holding the beskad while the other held an omnislasher to parry before she kicked one of the people back seeing the cerberus war droid they had been working on to upgrade and a dala with a dar'yaim cannon there to smash holes in problem cases. She was looking at the ones they faced off against while chatter was coming from all of the things with her blades going back into their sheaths with the multipurpose rifle coming out and up against her shoulder as she aimed down the barrel going through the different firing modes to test it out.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Ithor
Herdship crash site

Dirt flew out in the wash from the jetpack. Kama flapping, shielding the backs of his legs from the jet flames, Kade touched down, boots pressing deep into soil.

The Kelborn warrior stalked forward, following behind Karr and the others. Moments later, the tactical overlay of the HUD received a target paint request from Karr. Kade accepted and watched a distant reptile become outlined in red. He scowled darkly.

"Chazrach," he growled.

The Yuuzhan Vong warrior caste were a race of fearless fighters, few were their equals. Kade respected their ferocity and the way they worshipped pain. Surely such outlook only served to work against Arasuum. A noble race, but not so for their slave soldiers. Those were near mindless beasts, capable of firing weapon and little more. Nothing but cannon fodder to a strike team of the Mando'ade.

"They are simple creatures, lacking free will."

Interrogation might prove useless, should they capture yon beast.

[member="Davon Karr"]

 

[Kima Betna]

Location: Vanquo
Objective: Destroy Pirates
Allies: [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Bloodshot"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]

One by one, more men fell before Kima and her spear. She dodged to the side, avoiding the swung blade of another foe. An armored boot planted itself on the wall as the blade sparked off the metal surface and she used her momentum to push herself off and into the air. Landing to the side of the pirate, the bevii'ragir flicked out and the blade bit deep into the man's leg. Kima didn't wait to see how bad the damage was and yanked the weapon from her enemy's wound, spinning the weapon by the haft, and bringing the blade down hard upon the man's neck. The severed head bounced away, but before she could rise up and continue her assault, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Sparks flew as the vibroblade glanced off the beskar haft of her spear, the weapon brought up barely in time to block the strike. Sudden death or severe injury suddenly delayed, Kima blocked the next two strikes with the iron haft of her weapon before snaking the butt of the spear between her attacker's legs. Caught off guard, she twisted the spear around, spilling the man to the ground in a heap. The spear caught in her foe's legs, the Mandalorian woman ripped the vibroknife from her belt and with a shrill cry plunged it deep into the pirate's neck twice, pausing only to drag the blade to the side, ensuring the kill.

Pulling her bevii'ragir from the tangle of twitching limbs, Kima found herself suddenly facing multiple pirates at once as they moved to surround her. Her only response was to flick the blood off her knife and sheathe it before leveling the spear in a combat stance, her blue armor darkened by crimson stains.

Things were about to get interesting.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective 1
Allies: [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Briika Hokan"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
[Post 2]

Mandalorians...

The thought filled him with no small amount of trepidation as he waited in the long scholarly robes of a Doctor of the various Colleges and Universities he had attended. Long white robes almost a cross between the Atrisian Schola Biologia robes and Coruscants Universtie Medicina, they bore insignia almost like rank, markings of his expertise at a equivalent of a Masters at the lowest, and well over a dozen fields. Piercing dark brown eyes and a neat but still moppish curl of dark brown hair gazed over reports and files the Clansmen delegation had sent before this meeting. Already he had been on the planet, helping the Ithorians recover as part of a relief aid organization. So when the Mandalorians approached, they naturally called for another human to help sit in on the negotiations.

Quintus had some good knowledge of the Ithorians, and a scant understanding of the other party. Hopefully it would be enough to bridge the gap. His proposal was outlandish, to be sure, and dangerous to boot. But it might just work, it might just at that. The science was complicated, even for his mind, and he strained to understand parts of it. A member of his time, a wise and venerable Bothan, assured him the botanical life and all the models were accurate to fractions of a percent, and so he trusted. It was a rare emotion and action for the calculating doctor, but he had to. If he knew anything about these people, and it was precious little, it was one thing. They respected strength and honor. But each of their units defined that differently, and so he would put forth the one strength he had - a staggering intellect.

Drubbing fingers along the long thin rod of white wood and corsuca gem given to him on Denon for his second doctor in Medicine, he waited. Typically the Atrisians carried a sword on this belt, but his baton given for formal ceremony of Academia seemed more fitting to someone never trained in combat and warfare. Part of him wondered if the Mando'ade would have someone who could speak on his level. Were they little more than primitive savages, like those in the Republic thought them to be? Or did they perhaps have another side to them? The intellect in him, the brain thinking in ways no human was meant to, soared along probable scenarios, and he flipped rapidly through a book on Mandalorian and culture.

Hopefully he could assist the Ithorians in this endeavor.

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[Briika Munin]

Objective 1 Bacta talks
Mandalorian Clans [member="Quintus Mereel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Faith Organa"]
Gear in bio
(1)
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It was good to be back in the saddle again as they say. Briika had been on an extended leave until just recently. She had overseen the delivery of her first grandchild, then helped her daughter afterwards with the new baby. It was a wonderful time, one the seasoned baar'ur would always cherish, but now real work called and here Bree was.

Jedi Healer [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] had asked her to go to Ithor on behalf of MandalMedical and the Mandalorian Medical Corps with the Clans' delegation. The idea that bacta could possibly be grown and harvested on the special agri-world would be so advantageous for the warring faction. They used the life saving medicine like it was water during and after their major battles. And at the current high price on the open market was beginning to be a hefty cost to the clans. Yet it was a necessity for treating the wounded Mando'ade. To have the ability to procure bacta for themselves would be huge!

Dressed in her usual silver-colored beskar'gam, Briika greeted the rest of the delegates with a respectful cant of her golden head as she joined them for the meeting; the battle medic's buy'ce tucked under her left arm while resting the helmet upon her shapely hip.

 

[Arage Bao]

Vanquo,
The Assault

[2]

The Bes’uliik roared with anticipation as they took to the skies and broke through the atmosphere. It had taken them days to prepare her for battle, engineers from MandalMotors, Mandal Hypernautics and the engineers of Vizsla tinkering back and forth until the beast of war was ready for its first battle. They were increasingly rare these days - the aftermath of the Gulag plague hadn’t left much for them to scavenge.

But Ronan understood now why these Bes’uliike had been the first and foremost tool of victory for the Mandalorians.

He could feel her rumbling beneath him. Activated only a few days ago and already there was a bond forming between the two of them, she thirsted for battle and for the blood that would come with it.

Overhead a number of Besu'uliike - the starfighter squadron, twelve agile starfighters with hulls coated in a thin strip of beskar,code named Jai’galaar - rushed past towards the frontlines. They would have to suppress the efforts of the pirates, before they managed to come up with a suitable defense tactic.

Shock and awe, the best tactic when dealing with an under-equipped foe that was fighting on its own territory.

Break their spirits before they can scatter and become a permanent, decentralized thorn in the Mando’ade’s side.

Ronan saw a lull in the fight.

One of the points of contention where the resistance was the heaviest and without considering any other option, he immediately guided his mount towards it.

Twelve shockwave generator rods started to hum as they charged up.