Righteous In Wrath | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Ithor/Vanquo

[Ra Vizsla]

V A N Q U O​

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[member="Bloodshot"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

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"For Mandalore!"​

The roar echoed through Ra's comms. Several of the Vizsla men laughed. It seemed competition was heating up as Clan Munin was on to heels of Ra and company. Ra didn't laugh, though. Stone as ever, the Iron Wolf turned to the others, and then faced forward, speaking on his commlink. "Would someone please inform Clan Munin to clear comms," Ra responded, ever the serious one. "We don't need our only casualty to be for a busted ear drum."

You could see the smiles behind the T-vizors of the Mandalorians escorting Ra.

"Flank the mines, left," he echoed in the commlink to the Vizsla soldiers. "We secure them first. Bloodshot, we'll need you with us to flank the rear - reinforcements enroute to your position." The men nodded, heading off on their bes'uliiks into the sky with the roaring affirmation of screaming metal and fury. Explosions and blaster bolts twice the size of a man soared through the skies as the pirate resistance was being obliterated by the Mandalorian might on the front lines. The full weight of the Clans was hitting this resistance head on, and the pirates were buckling all too quickly. They would realize this and retreat for shelter - the mines were easily the most defensible position.

"And by secure them first, I meant we're going to beat Vilaz there." Ra looked at his men, speaking off comms. "I'll never hear the end of it if we don't."

The party of Vizsla men took off on their bes'uliiks, Ra included, headed for the mines.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Kade Kelborn"]
Ithor
Herdship Crash Site

"They have the ability to detect and carry out a precision strike based on a G2A waveform?" Davon asked.

"Nope," someone asked.

"SuitCo: contact C2. You see anything from up there?" Davon called.

"Getting some imagery on the site now. The herdship is mostly intact, looks like the repulsors were still firing to some degree. Lot of movement on the surface. Wait. I have Yuuzhan Vong warriors and transports. They are loading things into transports. Civilians too."

"Acknowledged. Call for Evac of civilians that landed. We're going in."

Within seconds of making the call a small alert appeared on his HUD indicating that the shuttle was returning to pick up the ithorians who had landed with them. Davon turned to Samotin.

"You walk softly like your buir?" he asked.

"Yup."

"Then why the stupid yellow armour?"

"Firstly, because it's similar to Stahl's colours and secondly it's electrochromatic." In an instantly the surface of Sam's armour changed to a mottle camouflage pattern. Davon managed to felt a slight pang of regret. Firstly because the lad was wearing the colours of his late husband, but mostly because his armour didn't do that. Sam was gone a moment later.

Davon turned to the one who'd spoken up about Chazrach. "You fought these before?" he asked. He watched as Sam moved in behind the Chazrac. There was a brief struggle and the smaller form dropped to the ground. Davon started to advance towards the crash site.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Ithor
Objective Two

[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Kuhani Vastor"]

It was strange to look at the world through a HUD again, though for all the strange sensations that the beskar'gam provided her with, there was incredible comfort about being armoured again. The temporary prosthetic hand curled and uncurled, numb to the sensations around it as she tested its reflexes.

She stepped up next to Davon as his companions disappeared to start dealing damage. "I want to know what the want with a herd ship, what have the ithorians got that they don't? Besides a conscience."

She tugged free the bolters from her hips, advancing with the rest of the group.

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective 1 - Ithor
[member="Draco Vereen"] / [member="Briika Hokan"]
Post 2

Faith nodded, "They will be apprehensive Draco they will see the Mandalorians as an invading force coming to take from them anything they can get. What we need to do is convince them that is not true, and give them something they need in exchange for something you want."

She had been thinking on this, "the mother jungle is everything it provides everything." She repeated that to herself over and over thinking to herself If the jungle provides everything, what can we provide they do not have, that they want.

They are pacifists so maybe we need to appeal to that in them, Faith had said nothing she stood working through thoughts on what it was that could be done. If we talk to them about saving lives rather than taking them, that would help, but the counter is Mandalorian Culture. They are warriors.

She followed Draco to leave the ship pausing only for a moment when she saw Draco pause, she looked back at Rach nodded, and then continued onto the other ship.

 

[Hark Vizsla]

Vanquo
[ 01 ]

Hark wasn't always the first one on the missions. Had never been. Ever since the days of the Republic military, he'd joined up late everywhere. And that had definitely not changed this time. He was late and he wasn't going to apologise for that. Nor that he actually have an apology, at least not a good one. So he had to get into action as fast as he could and just try to bear the upcoming fury Ra would most likely have.

The man joined the rest of the team - that is, the rest of the Vizslas - rather quietly. He did his best not to get any attention from the leader, nor did he actually believe he would get any. The man was now too important to deal with the simple-minded peasants like he was when he had much larger problems.

At least so he thought. He could never be too sure about these things.

On one of the bes'uliiks, Hark was headed towards the mines. He had to obey the commands and beat these other clans. He had to show the strength of the Vizsla.

He would do his best.

[ [member="Jaiyn Vizsla"] ]

 

[Tal Vizsla]

VANQUO​

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Post Two​

[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Kima Betna"] | [member="Basaba Willamina"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Hark Vizsla"]​

His Besuliik banked hard around a rocky outcropping as the orders came in over his comm, and he dove toward a weapons emplacement built into the cliffside as he angled toward the mines. No harm in taking out a few more on his way, right? They saw him coming a good three hundred meters off, you could tell from the mad scramble to re-orient the anti-air batteries, but it was already too late. Concussion generators hummed and a deafening crack resounded as the face of the cliff shattered into a million pieces, dropping both weapon and men into the canyon below. Those that managed to cling to their footing didn't fare any better as the Basalisk stretched it's claws and raked through the few that remained, sending their corpses to join the others at the bottom.

That done, Bloodshot put on a burst of speed as he dove for the mines deeper in the mountains, his goal to outpace the pirates fleeing to their underground strongholds. If he could beat them there, they would have nowhere left to run as his brothers closed on their flank. The slaughter would be glorious.

By the time he arrived, however, they had already reached the caves and he could see them trying to shove themselves inside like ants fleeing a fire. He smiled as his droid dove once more, this time not slowing until is crashed down in front of the largest entrance, crushing a good dozen men beneath it's considerable weight. It fired a half dozen bolts into the darkness, then turned as blasterfire peppered it's rear shields. Concussion rods hummed once more, and the beast barked its mighty roar into the crowd, sending bodies flying and conjuring the screams of the wounded. The lasers came next, spitting fire and death at those who would oppose the mandalorian warrior as he blocked the gate, holding his position until his brothers arrived.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Vanquo
Objective: Destroy pirates
Allies: Deathwatch, Mandalorian Clans, [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Bloodshot"], [member="Kima Betna"], [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Basaba Willamina"]
Enemies: Pirates:
Post count: 2/25

Silence.

The antithesis of the Mandalorians. After from descending from the heavens and laying death upon those that opposed the Mandalorians, there was a mere silence that surrounded Vilaz and his clansmen. "Secure the perimeter," the Field Marshal said, breaking the silence which didn't last long after the last shot from this firefight which was won by Clan Munin with no trouble at all. They could've taken this landing zone earlier, but they were playing with their food and not focusing on the mission and the competition. Warriors began to secure the outskirts of the landing area in case there were other miscreants hiding and waiting for the perfect moment to strike down at this task force.

"No enemy survivors, Chief," a Munin soldier said in a private, encrypted channel used solely for men and women that were a part of Vilaz's clan. "Good, I want y'all to stay in where y'all at in case some asshats decide to dance their way over here. And by asshats I mean pirates," the Field Marshal said to those that were securing the perimeter of the second landing area. Signals were then sent to other Mandalorian Clans of the Munin decrying the second landing zone from the pirates.

"Chief of Clan Munin, mind clearing the comms," a Vizsla Warrior said to Vilaz via commlink. The Warrior would oblige to their wishes without saying a word. He would be using the private channel of his clan and be switching out in the public one for communication between all the Mandalorians despite their clan affiliation. "Vanguard, with me," the Munin said which was a unit comprised of elite, hardened Munin Warriors. "The rest of y'all will be setting up defenses and making sure that no damn pirates retake this area. You may join the frontlines once reinforcements come."

With that and reloading his weaponry, Vilaz and the Vanguard unit activated the jetpacks and began to head towards the mines of Vanquo. No doubt were the Viszlas already racing towards that location as well.

The race was on between the two clans.

 

[Kima Betna]

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


The first man died before he could take much more than a single step, his throat laid open by the razor edge of Kima's spear. The second man's weapon never connected, his wrist caught by the haft of the bevii'ragir. Kima twisted and slammed the haft into the pirate's gut, doubling him over. She spun and slashed the blade across another man's thigh, sending him stumbling back in a spray of blood as the weapon cut to the bone. Momentum now her ally, she let the spear carry up and over, slamming the butt against the back of the man she'd struck just before, sending him from a hunched position to prone. An armored boot followed, the vicious strike hitting the downed man's neck to be met with the audible sound of crushing and snapping bones.

Ignoring the screams of the man she'd wounded as he lay on the ground bleeding, she met the rest of her attackers head on. She felt something strike her thigh, the plate saving her from the edge of the pirate's vibroblade, but the blow was hardly painless. An armored gauntlet snapped out and took the man by his throat. Caught by surprise, he found himself thrown into another pirate by the Mandalorian. The spear snaked out, jabbing twice at another pirate. The first strike was parried, but the second took the man just above the belt. She twisted the spear eliciting a wail from her foe before wrenching the weapon free in a spray of crimson. As she turned to face the remaining two men, she barely caught the strike at her head with the vambrace on her arm. The blow was painful, but the vibro sword's edge was turned.

She swept the bevii'ragir around, knocking her assailant off his feet as the shaft connected with the back of his knees. Recovering the moment, she struck out at the other pirate. The man tried to parry, but the strike was too fast. The tip of the spear erupted from the man's back, the leathers he wore offering no protection. The Mandalorian woman pulled the spear from the falling body and spun, catching the remaining assailant as he regained his feet. The blade caught the man across his midsection on the swing, opening him up from hip to hip and sending him to the floor screaming.

Panting and soaked in blood that was not her own, Kima surveyed the scene at a glance. Of the attackers, all but one were dead or dying. She stepped over the last man she'd struck as he bled out on the ground and made her way to the pirate she'd wounded earlier, the one with the slashed thigh. The wound was potentially fatal, the blade had cut to the bone and severed an artery, but a threat delayed was still a threat. She hefted the spear as the man lifted one hand to ward her away, his other trying to staunch the bleeding. It did little to help him.

The last of the pirates dead or dying, she moved on. The fight was still ongoing and she intended to join the fray until it was through.

 

[Funky Balor]

Null

Post the Second.


Funky laughed as he approached the door. "Hmmm, this old castle will be quite a glorious place," he said to the others. Most of them were fellow members of Clan Balor. The truth had been that their clan had been quietly ignored for the last few years, lacking the real strength to become a major player amongst the clans. However, sicne the declarations for Manda'lor and other recent tidings, the time for action was soon to be upon the clan. Funky was not an A'lor, but his A'liit needed strength right now--they needed a place of strength to fight from. They could no longer hide on worlds outside the clan's influence, such as Atrisia and Bunduki. No, this whole sector would become Mandalorian, and soon, Null would be an excellent jumping point for trade and power. Balor's clan was stronger in art than in war. Funky had to change this, to restore the balance between champion and artisan.



To equip his clan for war, he would need a forge. To fund this forge, he would need it to be frequented by others, and to defend it, he would need many Vod to stand along side him. The point of this expedition was not simply to find a place to colonize. No, it was to find a place of honor. It was to awaken glory and sing new songs! The short and stout Goran of Balor smirked. "Let us open this door, and see what new story we weave," he said with a nod as he pushed the door open with his free hand, his spear in the other.





The hall was massive. Hewn stone made for a antechamber, with torchs and fireplaces, long left alone, filled with dust. Large webs and dust littered the floor. Adn ceiling, and everythign else. Torn paintings, torn curtains. Frankly, the place was a manor, but it was a wreck. Funky walked in slowly, followed by the others. "Well, this is quite a place. Mula, set up a perimeter camp. Togga, prepare some mapping tools. This area is large, and there may be wild beasts in te buidling," Funky said, raising his spear up, "Or as I call 'em, snacks!" He let out a loud belly laugh, the sort of rumblign noize you'd hear from an old at a still.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

V A N Q U O​

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[member="Bloodshot"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

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Securing the Mines.​

It took everything Ra had not to transform into his natural state, as many adrenaline pumping situations would entice him. What a sight to behold that'd be, watching one of the elder members of Clan Vizsla transform into a wolf on the battlefield. It would bewilder his men, perhaps ruin their front of the battle. He couldn't afford it.

Fanged hands under gauntlets rose up, bringing his mighty mythosaur axe down into the skull of a common pirate. A bes'uliik dragon flew inches from the goliath, barely scraping the edges of his cloak, blasting an entrenched turret position on the lowest ridge of the Mining Camp. Large balls of energy rose up from the pirate's side, seemingly taking an eternity before crashing down in explosions upon the ground, threatening to engulf the Vizsla warrior. He knelt and threw his cloak around his head and shoulders, shielding himself from the flames as he then stood and marched forward.

Death and chaos were in the air. Ra's face was bloodied, his body screamed, his grip on his axe both iron and titanic. Green eyes of the Iron Wolf glazed far across on the overpass of the valley leading into the Mining Camp.

Vilaz Munin.

The man was marching like a train, cutting swaths of enemies down around him. Clan Munin was progressing quickly towards the camp, as if the demons of the Netherworld itself had invigorated the warriors.

"FORWARD," Ra would scream at a T-vizor. "TO THE VALLEY'S END." Mechanical dragons screamed overhead, raining fire and hail upon the pirates.

They weren't progressing as fast. Clan Munin was digging in. Bloodshot was corralling the Pirates closer towards the camp's entrance and the Mandalorian front.

"FORWARD," Ra roared again, above the fire and wreckage of the enemy's siege weapons. "FORWARD," Clan Vizsla chanted back to him.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective 1-Ithor
Location: Mother Ithor
[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Briika Hokan"] [member="Quintus Mereel"]
[Post 3]

"I know they won't like it. They probably won't even like us being here. But they are realists, and Mandalorians are asking for their help. I know we will be able to reach some kind of agreement. Besides, you are here. You've never failed a negotiation before. Remember Obroa-Skai, or the Lake House." He said quietly to Faith, winking at his princess while they walked. Tucking his buy'ce under into the crook of his arm, storm grey eyes scanning the blonde woman walking with them. He didn't know her personally, but she was currently hear to help.

The Mandalorians, and the Alderaanian party were lead to the biodome in the center of the Herd Ship where a group of old Ithorians, and a man dressed completely in white were waiting for them. The Ithorians went about greeting the Mandalorians peacefully and respectfully, while Draco stared at the man in the white suit carefully. There was a similarity to him, something that seemed familiar.

When the Ithorians addressed him, Draco snapped back to the task at hand. "I am Draco Vereen, Alor of Alit Vereen, and Commander in the Mandalorian Clans. I've come with open arms and good intentions to the Ithorian people in these troubling times." Draco opened his arms slightly, revealing that he was still armed, if not armed to the teeth and showing them a gesture of good faith as best he could. "This is Princess Faith Organa of Alderaan, and Briika Hokaan of the Mandalorian Clans. I'm hoping they can provide an insight into the benevolence of the Clans I am unable to." He smiled warmly as he could.

Draco had his duties to see to, his agenda to complete. Hopefully the Ithorians were willing to assist in any way they could. The Mandalorians were moving, they needed access to Bacta or Kolto, or an alternative before they could actually do anything and the Ithorians stood most able to help them with that.

 

[Malcolm Dusque]

Location: Vanquo
Allies: Vod, [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Bloodshot"], [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Kima Betna"]
Enemies: Pirates
Objective: Piradication
Post: 1

Malcolm Dusque had been born and raised on a very large ship that was designed to hold massive amounts of people, and be entirely self sufficient for generations. He had joined the galaxy at large a mere three years ago, and found himself in Mandalorian space. He went to Mandalore and adapted to their society. He trained with them, paid taxes, and did his best to acclimate despite not being of any clan.

Still clanless, he had finally been invited to join the Vod on a mission. Being raised by a security officer on his ship, he still had had a lot to learn before he could be counted on to support others in combat.

Malcolm felt the dirt beneath his boots shift with each step. He heard the new Mand'alor call for the troops of Clan Viszla to move forward. With a pair of other clanless on the extreme edge of the Viszla line, Malcolm let his twin heavy blaster pistols call out to bring the enemies down. His nostrils flared behind his mask as adrenaline flooded his system, almost a new sensation for him, not having been in a real battle before. Now he was becoming blooded, and he was enjoying the feeling. His eyes saw clearer now than on the range, as his hands danced between aim points on his portion of the front. It often took two or three bolts from his guns to bring down an opponent, but he was pupming them out quickly and accurately. His weapons were practically a physical extention of himself, though he was distinctly feeling the desire to close to melee. Not being as skilled, though, as he was in ranged, he stuck to his guns.

 

[Briika Munin]

Objective 1 Bacta talks
Mandalorian Clans
Gear in bio
(2)
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The blonde baar'ur boarded the Ithorian's "Mother Jungle" along with [member="Draco Vereen"] and [member="Faith Organa"]. Bree had never met either of them until today, though had been given a brief on who they were by her medical colleague before leaving Mandalore. This meeting would be most interesting and the stakes high for the Mand'oade to win over the pacifists's trust in order to help each other in the long run. Hopefully their gracious hosts, so far, would see it that way at the end of the day for both their sakes.

As introductions were made, Bree waited until it was her turn, then spoke up. "Greetings… As Chief Vereen offered, I am Briika Tor, the associate founder of MandalMedical, and a battle medic with the Mandalorian Medical Corps. We wish to speak with you about the possibility of aiding us to make bacta to help treat our wounded and sick. There is much need of this type of medicine among our people. I am hoping we may find a way to collaborate on this matter that will be beneficial for both our societies, " she said all with a small smile, then canted her head once again in a respectful manner as her spiel was over.

Blue-green orbs momentarily flicked over to the man dressed in all white. She was curious as to who and why he was there.

[member="Quintus Mereel"]


((OCC Last name is being changed back to Tor))

 

[Rhodessa]

Post: 1/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Scout Armour Monroe horak

Rhodessa was here for the money, [member="Sabine Kurtass"] had been hiring mercenaries and equipping them to help the UCM. She wanted to take a pirate and slaver base over, to help secure the sector for the the new mandalore. She knew that he was fighting the pirates on vanquo, taking down a pirate bases. Her and her fellow vods job was to stop any counter attack, by taking down this base, so no where to regroup at. They came in the system using an old pirate frigate, so not draw attention to them. As they landed outside the settlement though, they began to sneak towards it during the dead night. There was no moon to reflect light on them, the was no reason for the pirates to think they where about to be stormed by mandalorains. Though Sabine was going to lead them, they all knew the plan. As she had mapped the base from orbit, and each squad had a building dedicated to them. Hers was the local cantina, it was simple going in and shoot anyone who resisted. The ones who where captured, would be given choices, not nices choices though.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 2/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Lightsaber staff, Light Phrik Weave and sith healing amulet

Sabine had brought the pirate frigate, on Serenno her homeworld. She had the intention proving her worth to mandalore, by taking out a secondary base where they sold slaves, and other stuff they had plundered. She set off with her scouts, she kept going further forward than them in the dead of night, she had used the force to cloak herself. The scouts only had a limited charge, and she wanted them to use that once they where in the settlement. She was not to worried about the settlement, it was underground warehouse she was more concerned with. She had no idea who living down there, what they had stored there. All she knew was it existed, and that was the floor in her plan the unknown. As she advanced the her troops, could see her as used droidcam, which could break through her stealth and she could give hand gestures, of when to proceed and when not to. This was an easy place to find, it was only on in the whole of the desert.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

VANQUO
LOW ORBIT

Comms intercepts and sensors confirmed that the pirates weren't doing all that well. They'd been brave enough when nibbling at the edges of the weaker clans, but the time of clans blundering around alone appeared to be mostly over. What better proof than the huge multi-clan task force under the command of the new mand'alor?

So the pirates scattered, if they could, if they weren't already pinned down. One such mechanism of scatter was a nice pirate ship, a refitted, remodeled Gladiator-class cruiser clawing its way up through the atmosphere. Alec steered for that.

She steered only herself. Technically, she didn't even really steer a ship.

The Meshurkaan boarding craft, like a red-metal scorpion, was one of Clan Rekali's finest signature creations. Somewhere between a jetpack and a basilisk war droid, it folded around her but left her armor exposed to space. Its claws held plasma torches capable of punching through hullmetal. Its armored core mounted a shield disruptor of serious power.

As Alec accelerated for the Gladiator, she deactivated her shields, skipping between turbolaser blasts. A few necessary seconds later, she engaged the shield disruptor, spun the Meshurkaan, and fired the thrusters counter to her direction of flight. The little boarding craft shuddered as it slammed right through the cruiser's fully active deflector shields. The impact and the thrusters killed her relative momentum. She spun the Meshurkaan again, nestled up against the base of the bridge, and began carving her way in.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 1/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Allies: [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Rhodessa"]
Enemies: Pirates, slavers
Gear: Lightsaber, Dathomiri witch robe

Cathul was new to the business of using the Force for something other than therapy; she finally found the opportunity to develop her Force powers and abilities. She hasn't travelled off-world for years: since the day she began practicing on Mandalore, she stayed on Mandalore, tending to patients. As such, the desert was something that reminded her of Jakku, her long-departed world of birth. In the dead of night, sandstorms often brewed, and said sandstorms provided at least a little cover. As a Witch, she couldn't use Force push/pull worth two beans, nor could she sense danger, much less use the mind trick, but she could still sense their emotions. For the time being, the pirates/slavers were all too confident that they were safe from attacks; yet Cathul was not assigned a part in the plan. She had no idea of how would she would fit in the plan for reasons unknown, but probably because she fell asleep when the plan was exposed. As such her information pathways were closed off. Would she just use alcohol projection spells like crazy? Would she be using her lightsaber to cut pirates to pieces? Or would she be using herself as bait for the pirates/slavers? Probably the latter: even white Twi'leks were worth a pretty penny to a slave merchant provided they were in good health condition. She was basically a sentient data disc, but the slavers wouldn't know it just yet.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Intense eyes watched with approval as one of the vod swiftly disposed of a hapless slave soldier. Killing them was a mercy. Had they any spine they would rise up against their masters and set themselves free.

"Not fought, but heard story from ba'buir of the majyc'oyula slaves. They are dumb beasts, no better than nerf made able to shoot blaster. A creature created by the malyc'oyula controls them. Kill the creature, ba'buir said, and the Chazrach fall into chaos."

Kade turned to glance at [member="Mia Monroe"]. "Chazrach will reveal nothing. You must capture one of the warrior caste."

Even then, he doubted it would reveal anything, even with torture. He admired their courage and fearlessness. Pain would only strengthen their resolve. Truly a remarkable race.

Advancing, with the others, Kade's fingers curled tight around hilt of beskad, thinking on how best to dispose of the warriors. Their carapace was too thick to penetrate. Kinetic force would do, a solid blow from a beskad. Better to go for the necks. Better still to set them alight in jet wash and flamethrower.

"Ready to engage."

[member="Davon Karr"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 3/25
Location: Er'Kt
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Lightsaber staff, Light Phrik Weave and sith healing amulet

Sabine was leading her scouts forward, and started to near the town. She guided each of the fire teams into position, as she did not want them using the battery up on this part of the mission. Also she wanted to time to check up on her new apprentice, a Twi'lek named Cathul she had met and took on. She is charge of her droid legion, I.M.D I.A.D MkI, her job was to act as back up and to storm the town if they failed. Though once town was attacked, help her secure it and find out where they where keeping there warehouses.

Cathul are droids in position She was not going to advance any further, until she new her support was ready to advance with her. After all her scouts can take out initial guards, but not take on whole town. So she brought a legion of droids with her, to do main body of fighting.

 

[Ria Misrani]

VANQUO​

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Location: Vanquo
Allies: ???
Enemies: Pirates
Objective: Eliminate All Hostiles
Post: 1 / ??

"Haat, ijaa, haa'it." Whispered Lorsima, a member of one of the weaker clans, Clan Gratiir. As she navigated the Mantis through Vanquo's atmosphere, she was soon able to see the mountains of this planet as they stretched out from the ground striking at the skies above them. "Haat, ijaa, haa'it." She repeats, knowing that the Clans were elsewhere on the planet, "galar te aru'ese tal."

Navigating the Mantis above the canopies, sweeping through the clouds above looking for any enemy vessel to take out with her own little patrol craft. It didn't take long for her to spot something in the distance, a small ship perhaps the same size as hers, although from here it looked a little bigger than her own. Not that Lorsima cared at the moment, her eyes narrowed on her target her hands punching in the target lock tracker. Before she could fire the ship made a sharp turn up toward the skies, "Haar'chak!" She cursed moving back to maneuver her ship behind this pest of a pirate in front of her.

As she moves up, she can hear her sister cursing, having been dropped from her bunk.

The pest banked his vessel right and then swung out into a wide turn, Lorsima pushed her Mantis away from him sensing he was trying to get the flip on her. She banked right as well doing her best to keep her vessel on his six but she needed him to pull into a straight line again to get a shot. "Vod!"

"Vanquo?" Sabetha Gratiir manages to take her seat beside her sister. "Vanquo." She suspects seeing the determined look on her younger sisters face. "I'll man the guns down below." She says but notices Lorsima doesn't react, she's focused on keeping them on the pirate's tail.

The older woman clamors down into the fighter seat. Immediately, Lorsima can see the beams of light coming from her ship, hearing the guns she grins, it's forcing the pest in front of her to change his tactics, at least until someone gets to his weapon systems and she's forced to roll the mantis out of the way. The pest and the mantis both now begin to climb back up for the atmosphere.