Righteous In Wrath | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Ithor/Vanquo

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Vanquo
Objective: Destroy pirates and claim the mines
Allies: Mandalorian Clans, Deathwatch, [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Bloodshot"], [member="Kima Betna"], [member="Basaba Willamina"], [member="Hark Vizsla"], [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Lorsima Gratiir"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post count: 3/25

So far Vilaz and his clan were in the lead of the race between the Munins and the Vizslas, but they couldn't just stop all of a sudden in their tracks. No, his confidence was kept in check and didn't dare to undermine Ra and his clansmen. One small pit stop would cost them the lead between the two great clans. Not only would it cost them the lead, but it would also be disrespectful and dishonorable if they were to slow down just for the Viszlas to catch up with them. No need to cause a feud between titans that contributed a lot to the entire lot of the Mandalorians. There was already too much chasms and problems that it was very unnecessary to cast more fire and discord for the Clans.

Not too far from him and his unit, he could hear the chants of the choir of Vizslas. It was like they were the embodiment of Tor and Pre Vizsla, two notable warriors that once pertained to that ancient, yet menacing clan. They truly never backed down or veiled the roots of their clan.

"Double time, boys and gals," the Warrior said to his subordinates as they were slayingg countless numbers of pirates that showed poor performance just like the others that were put down. They could hear the mechanical beasts of Ra and his men which made Vilaz and his clansmen go all out and berserk on the vermin before their eyes.

Just who would make it to the finish line?

 

[Varien Moxla]

Ithor.
Objective 2.
[01]
[member="Kade Kelborn"] - [member="Davon Karr"] - [member="Mia Monroe"]

Ages past, hundreds of years before he had even been born, Mandalorians and Jedi were not friends.

The young Kiffar Padawan couldn't say that he liked Mandalorians either.

Nor could he say he disliked them. In fact, he didn't even know one of these armour clad warriors. What he could say was that he respected them. They were Warriors. They fought for what they wanted, and even though he as a person didn't want for much... Simple as he was, he wanted to know more about them.

The opportunity came when he ventured across the Galaxy to Ithor. It was to be the staging place of where he was going to venture into Mandalorian Space. Whether Empire or Clans, didn't matter, he was curious. Perhaps he'd learn of both of them. He remained hidden in the tree as he watched a handful of civilians run off from the crashsite. Most of them were caught by the slave soldiers of the Yuuzhan Vong, and he watched intently as they stunned them and dragged them off.

He dropped out of the tree.

Right on top of a soldier.

In mid air his leg was already winding backwards and just as he begun passing the slave soldier underneath the tree, his foot snapped out towards the being's head, slamming it right off of the tree and slumping to the ground. He wasn't as graceful as he thought he was. So when he hit the ground, he crumpled to the ground before scrambling back up to his feet. He wore dark colours to try and blend in with the foliage. Greens, browns, even a little black.

He straightened himself out.

He had no idea the Warriors he was so interested in were nearby..

 

[Tal Vizsla]

VANQUO​

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Post Three​

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[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Kima Betna"] | [member="Basaba Willamina"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Hark Vizsla"] | [member="Malcolm Dusque"] | [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] | [member="Alec Rekali"]​

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Meanwhile, at the finish line...​

The rush of pirates into the mines only grew thicker the more he slaughtered, trapped as they were between him and the oncoming Vizsla and Munin warriors. Hammer and anvil, if you will. He'd dismounted his Bes'uliik some time ago, launching himself into the throng with reckless abandon as he drank in the delectable terror and pain of those that died around him. Though not all of them did, mind you; there were those that pressed past him and into the mines before he could reach them, such was the press of the crowd. He kept the Basalisk between himself and the greatest push of the crowd, giving himself enough breathing room to do his work and avoid being crushed by panicked bodies. Several of them even tried to mount his mechanical beast, no doubt intending only to clamber over as a means to reach the mines, but each only found death upon reaching the other side.

He'd taken several weapons from his victims over the course of this battle, but each had been discarded as soon as it ceased to perform to his demanding expectations. Currently he held a vibroaxe in his left hand, cleaving through two and three pirates at a time with the massive weapon, while his right had commandeered a blaster rifle and sprayed fire and death into the horde. He could feel his brothers drawing nearer, comforting bastions of calm efficiency or violent rage in the sea of utter terror, but the closer they came the thicker the press of the pirates grew. At this rate it wouldn't be long before he would be forced to take to the skies again or risk being trampled.

For now though, he was content to slaughter his enemies with a smile on his face as he listened to the war cries of his vod over the comms.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 2/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Allies: [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Rhodessa"]
Enemies: Pirates, slavers
Gear: Lightsaber, Dathomiri witch robe

Well, well, well, isn't that Cathul with her own scouts. She kind of knew what uses would she have for scouting, but she lacked the agility or speed to be an effective scout. Poor Cathul, going from therapist just a couple of days ago to become a witch initiate who had only two spells in her spellbook. But her most powerful spell required some source of sugar to work and hence only worked on organic targets, so that, even if the spell missed, the target would have a lot less sugar in it, and the target would need to rely on fats to keep going if the power of the spell used was strong enough. And probably feel dizzy or something. With a horde of battle droids, she was lying in wait behind a dune waiting for the right time to launch the attack on the slaver's base. No bait-and-switch making her a slave being hauled by the scouts or something of that sort.

"Master, the droids are now in position, awaiting your signal for attack. I'll stay here for backup with my scouts"

 

[Ria Misrani]

VANQUO​

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Location: Vanquo | In the Sky, Somewhere
Vod: [member="Alec Rekali"] | [member="Hark Vizsla"] | [member="Basaba Willamina"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Kima Betna"] | [member="Malcolm Dusque"] | [member="Kima Betna"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: Pirates | Fething Ant Ships
Objective: Eliminate All Hostiles
Post: 2 / ??

If it was a dogfight these pirates wanted, it was a dogfight they were going to get. Even if the Mantis wasn't quite built for it. "Akaanir at te kyr'am!" She shouted and then communicating on her ship's system to her sister, "Vod, tracyn bic an!" This was more exciting than watching her rival's fast food business go bankrupt! The little bug gave chase into the clouds and she followed, "keep it on target, keep on'em!"

"What do you think I'm doing, ah? Just slapping buttons?" Her sister shouted back up on the comm systems, "can you keep this bucket of garbage still for one second?"

"I would! But this bug keeps moving around!" Lorsima remarks gesturing as if her sister could see her, she's not wearing beskar'gam no, that would've meant she had forged her own by now. As it stood she and her sister shared theirs, and well if Lorsima wasn't wearing it, her sister was. Which was fine Lorsima had to fly this thing and Sabetha was down there firing the guns. "Haar'chak! Taylir su!" She curses as she pulls back on the stick the Mantis goes up further she banks left following the bug that fires back at her ship.

Chit, the ship rocked from being hit from behind a second bug ship just like the one from before popped up behind her. "Eh?! Oh you wanna play two on one, okay vod. I can play that game too." She whispers, "you be careful down there Sabetha."

"I am being careful, but I'm a bantha to these guys down here!" Sabetha yelled back up turning her guns to fire at the new enemy behind her. "Fething nerf herders! Get us down to the trees and shake'em!"

"Okay vod, if you say so, better hold onto your knees." Lorsima remarks as she flips the Mantis around and jerks the ship back toward the canopies of Vanquo.

 

[Funky Balor]

NULL​

Post the third.



Null was a calm and powerful place, and Tzinj's manor was not unlike it. Adorned in regal woods and well-hewn stone floors, lit by small fireplaces and wall sconces, the place a had a charm that was more rustic and powerful than cold and miltary. However, as the perimeter was being set up, something was waiting to Funky and his intrepid team of scouts. Something large, and angry, with claws. It scraped loudly in another room and then, there was silence.


The Kitonak Warsinger raised his spear, gauging the darkness in the room. "Stay alert," he said in hushed tones. "We are not alone...."


The thing waited, lurking slowly. It stayed in the shadows, biding its time. The fool of clan Balor waited, drawing in slow, heavy breaths as he looked about. It was too dark. Still, if they stayed together, they could abide whatever it was.

Unfortunately, whatever it was happened to be ten feet tall, ugly as all sin, and angry as possible. Funky stared the thing in the eyes as it emerged form the shadows. "Olaror bal akaanir ni," <come and fight me> was all he said, pointing at the beast....

 

[Davon Karr]

Ithor

[member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] - @Davon Karr - [member="Mia Monroe"]

Past the body of the chazrach they marched, keeping as silent as they could in their armour. Samotin filled Davon in with even more information as they went. Had the old man expected an encounter with such an unusual foe he would have been part of a thorough briefing before boots hit the ground. Their chazrach would use their insectoid weapons. Basically thrown homing knives or grenades, but it wasn’t always possible to tell which in the dark. Their warriors would put everything aside in favour of meeting the enemy in hand to hand combat. Which mean Davon would do everything possible to force them into the open where they could be gunned down.

The Ithorian herdship had managed to land the right way up. Shadows darted through the night as the fires across her deck flickered. Davon saw motion, his thermal imaging showing forms rushing towards them.

“Identify those!” he called.

“Hold fire, civilians!” Sam replied from up ahead.

Ithorian silhouettes became visible as well as a number of other species. Davon switched to external microphone as he pulled a flare from his pack.

“Go, go!” he shouted. He raised one arm across a human’s path. “Take this, keep running for a few hundred metres in that direction and twist the bottom and throw. Command: we need evac of civilians, they are proceeded east of my position and will light flares.”

“Davon, they’re not alone.”

“Firing positions!”

Through the night, perusing the civilians, a six man team of Yuuzhan Vong Warriors herded twenty chazrach. Two Vagh Rodeik accompanied them.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 4/25
Location: Er'Kt
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Lightsaber staff, Light Phrik Weave and sith healing amulet

Good, and how does that make you feel Apprentice? She could sense the frustration in her voice, this severed her purpose. She wanted her to feel whole range of emotions, and feeling left out frustrated was just one of them. As she will need to learn to tap in these emotions, and then learn control them and bend them to her will. This was a difference between Sith and Jedi, Jedi hide from there emotions and when they use the first time they are overrun by them, Sith use them so they are never consumed by them, making them the true master of the force. That was main difference between Dark Jedi and True born Sith, though she now fights for mandalore, to end the blasphemous Sith, who act more like Dark Jedi than the Code of Sith dictates. As she waited for her Apprentices reply, she issued the order for the scouts to advance on the city. All units go! She soon saw her scouts troops activate the stealth mode in the armour and move into the city, it filled her with pleasure seeing her scouts move into ambush the pirates.

 

[Rhodessa]

Post: 5/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Scout Armour Monroe horak

She had placed before by sabine, her and her fire team waited in the sand, waiting for the order to go. As it came she press the button on the armour, the whole had white flashes around them, and then nothing. They where vod they knew to look on the ground to and make sure kept formation. In there stealthed state, they moved towards the cantina. As got closer they could hear there music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oprIEViK350

She knew they would not be heard entering the cantina, the problem was there where too many slaves near by. The would be massacred along with the pirates, if they just opened up on them. The team using the hush coms,
It be better if we kept slaves alive.
then one agreed, with a reason
Yup we can question afterwards.
The Rhodessa butted in
Then we wait till attack starts, and we creamed them as they go to help mates out.
Then they all said
Agreed
So they waited.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 3/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Allies: [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Rhodessa"]
Enemies: Pirates, slavers
Gear: Lightsaber, Dathomiri witch robe

"You can tell that I'm frustrated... frustrated that the enemy shows too much confidence for their own good! I shall make them pay, and turn the glycogen in their bodies into alcohol!"

Here she was, markedly different from her therapist self: her new master wanted her to feel the same kind of emotions as her patients. In her therapist practice, she could empathize with them all right, and remained mostly stoic after listening to all-too-many PTSD-afflicted patients day after day. This by itself left the Lok clan puzzled as to just how she could actually hold Mandalore's mental healthcare system together. Echoy'la could do with one therapist but the Crusaders' capital had only a five-digit population and Mandalore itself had four to five million people in it. She may understand their plight, just that all of it felt fake to her: she only possibly lived with a small fraction of the intensity of what patients lived and experienced. And she leaves her frustrations loose by using the Force to fermentate the glycogen in the target guard's body, after she took cover. And, of course, concentrating herself on the target's liver as the glycogen inside the target's body was turned into glucose and then into alcohol. The guard became sick and even more so, as if the resulting alcohol was released all at once in its bloodstream. The entire process lasts about three seconds or so: the incredulous scouts wonder what kind of space witch they brought with them.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 6/25
Location: Er'Kt
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Lightsaber staff, Light Phrik Weave and sith healing amulet

Good then be ready to use! She then heard the blaster fire, coming from the town her scouts had gotten into position it was time. Now use that emotion and begin your march into the town, remember we need prisoners. So leave some alive, as some will serve me and you on Serenno. Some will sell out and tell us where the underground warehouses are, and that will give us there wealth. Also remember if you reputation of killing everyone, then they have choice but to fight to death. Now go forth and do your duty, and enjoy yourself. Her voice was without passion, but her voice was not ever raised. She was about to do what she enjoyed the most, killing her enemies by outsmarting them.

She then moved forward to join the battle for the town, she had her scouts with her and they where cloaked with her. The fun was about to start, and she was not going to miss out, and neither was her apprentice.

 

[Rhodessa]

Post: 7/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Scout Armour Monroe horak

As the first blaster where shot, the pirates mercenaries and slavers rushed to there feet. They started to grab there weapons, and the slaves began to run for cover. Then as they turned there backs, they all opened fire. They worked like well oiled machine, the felled quicker than they could rush to door, or turn to face them. They where drunk, they unarmoured, and they where massacred by her and the fire team. After that they rushed out to join the fray, buildings where set alight the enemy was trying to regroup. Though [member="Cathul Thuku"] would behind them, just as [member="Sabine Kurtass"] had predicted. She never been a ground pounder before, but she the money and the armour, so she got on with it. Though now she knew why grounders where always so full of themselves, as they live every moment like it was about to be the last. She now knew it could be, as death was around every corner.....

 

[Brent Warnel]

Objective: Downed Herdship
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Davon Karr"]

Ithor. The planet was beautiful, of that there was no doubt. There was something serene about it, and peaceful. The Ithorians who called this place their home had cultivated it for millenia, until it was a crown jewel of nature. A wonder of the galaxy truthfully, great beasts and trees sprawled across the landscape. Life flourished everywhere on Ithor, even through Ithor's violent past, it had still managed to gain most of itself back and become something the Ithorians loved. A world in peace, and full of life.

And Brent honestly didn't care. He gazed around and had a blank look on his face under his helmet as he studied the vegetation around him. What is so sacred about grass and trees, he thought. Coming to the surface was rare, and the only reason he was even here was to save some innocent civilians who may have still been alive from when the herdship had crashed. And sure it was a nice gesture towards the Ithorian people, saving them from themselves because they were weak, but he would much rather have been somewhere else. He felt like the filters in his helmet were getting clogged with pollen and the love of all things green.

He glanced around his area, searching for any sign of movement. There were still Vong here, that was certain. Brent had knowledge of them but had never fought them before. So he stayed close to Davon and his group of soldiers, trusting the more experienced soldier with the ways of this battle. He knew of their armor and the weapons they used, the slave race of reptilian beings called the Chazrach that they had for cannon fodder. But knowing about them and testing them in battle were two different things entirely, and Brent wasn't about to get in over his head and endanger any of his friends with his inexperience towards the Vong.

It was going semi-smooth so far. They had found some civilians and were pulling them back towards a location where they could be lifted out when the call for firing positions came through his comms. Brent sprinted towards a small mound of earth in front of him and went down on one knee, scanning the darkness in front of him for signs of the enemy. When he saw them, it took him a second to register what was going on. Two of the strangest creatures he'd ever seen were advancing on their positions, along with warrior caste Vong and more of the slave soldiers. This was his first taste of battle with the Vong, it was time to see what they were made of.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

3/25

The sounds of battle were there, the cerberus was moving and as Basaba stood mounted on the one foothold with it walking she was aiming down the length of the one arm with the cannon for a longer range blast a small emplacement into oblivion from its maximum range when she could still feel the kick back through the inertial dampener and her cybernetic arm. It was designed to be a beast while pushing forward with some of the other equipment and particles were still all around from where the cannon had nearly fully vaporized with the depleted baradium slug. Her multipurpose rifle changing to a plasma projector for face melting setting and the underbarrel switching to microgrenades.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: Ithorian Herdship
[member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]

2/25

"Feth." Mia breathed as the herders and the mindless beasts came into view. Opening fire with the rest, they laid down cover for the Ithorians to escape, but it wouldn't be enough. The Chazrach went down easily enough, but those who were wounded simply kept coming. Tugging a grenade from her belt she cast it high over their heads, dropping it in the midst of the herd. She tapped the two nearest fighters and pulled them away from the firing line.

They moved left, taking cover in the undergrowth to push past the chazrach. "Engaging the masters." she warned through the comms. Holstering the bolters she slid her beskad free of its its holster on her back and leapt from the undergrowth. She removed the firsts arm at the elbow, following her downward swing to bury it deep in his thigh. Its other hand grasped for her throat, snarling angrily and showing no signs of pain. Mia yanked the blade free, its point found a gap in his armour and she drove it deep into his abdomen and twisted.

He toppled back and a second warrior gave a look that she could only describe as a smile. An amphistaff uncoiled from his waist, hardening in his grasp. She hesitated, flashes of her battle with Mierin crossing her mind. Like hell was she going to let that kill her a second time around. She tightened her grip on her beskad and beckoned the beast forward.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Ithor Objective 2
Location: Evacuating civilians
3/25

The sides of the shuttle were wide open as they passed over the forest, Ava caught a glimpse of something that looked like a deformed crab and a battle between. "Fething Vong." she cursed, she shifted her position, peering through the scopes of her sniper, she squeezed the trigger. A spray of red brough a satisfied grin to the sharpshooters face, concealed beneath the t-visor.

"Nice shot." commented her commander. Ava looked up, scanning the tree line. "Flare spotted! Half a click east!" the shuttle adjusted its course, the trees below parted to reveal a clearing. When they were less than ten meters from the ground, Ava leapt from the shuttle, along with five others. they spread out around the ithorians to protect their retreat. She'd fought the Vong before, gone two to two with what had once been Lady Protector of Omega, it was safe to say she hated the damn things.

"Civilians on board, move out!" came her commanders call. Reluctantly she boarded the shuttle.

"Sir, they could use some air support."

"Negative Initiate. Our orders were clear. Pick up the civilians and get them out of here."

"Which we've done. Did you see what they're fighting?!"

"I said no, Lok. Fire from the ship risks collateral damage, something we cannot afford."

"This is nerf sh-"

"Initiate! Need I remind you of the fragility of this mission. No means no." Ava lowered her head, glancing down at the battle below them.

"However," Ava's head snapped back round so quickly her neck twinged in protest. "Once the civilians are secured, we'll go back and reinforce them."

 

[Davon Karr]

Location: Ithorian Herdship
[member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

Scattergun shells has negligible effect on the massive monstrosity borne of rodian DNA. Even heavy blasters seemed to do little more than aggravate it.

Instead Davon painted it with his targeting laser." Command, can we get air support?"

"Negative, you have Yuuzhan vong armor - fire breathers - inbound. Nothing short of a torpedo will stop them."

"Acknowledged. We are not equipped for this encounter. Davon out."

"Rocket troops will support when possible. We're having trouble convincing the Ithorian to let us land more. Command out."

Davon swore. He drew his beskad. A scythe around the same size as him snapped through the air and almost caught him. He could see the other one heading for Moxla and Kelborn. In return Davon sliced twice at the nearest leg, hacking great chunks of chitinous armour away. The rest of his group could safely fire at the torso over his head whilst he kept it busy. The problem was that whilst his power armour could keep him chipping away he was one misstep from being carved in two.

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective 1 - Ithor
Draco Vereen / [member="Briika Tor"] / [member="Quintus Mereel"]
Post 3

As they entered no one could miss the man dressed in white a beacon of color to draw the eye, much like she wore white today it set the mind at ease. Least that is what Claire kept telling her she may be right today. She smiled at Briika as she told them of their mission.

"I am Faith Organa, Ambassador from Alderaan I am here to help with negotations and to assure you that if you have any apprehension about coming under the protection of the Mandalorian Clans, you should rest assured you will not lose any of your culture, or sovereignty. As Alderaan is also under their protection, so I can answer any question you have." She nodded to the Ithorians who were tense, blinking the air seemed filled with the need to run. They were obviously concerned.

"Please can we sit and discuss the need for bacta and how we can help one another" She looked to Draco and then to Briika.

The Ithorians hesitant to agree but did allow them to sit.

 

[Rhodessa]

Post: 8/25
Location: Er'Kt
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Scout Armour Monroe horak

As the slavers, pirates and mercenaries where gunned down, some were dead injured or just plain surrender to them.
Brake the slaves free, and use there gear to bind them, and give guns to slaves, they can guard them for us.
Another member of team nodded, the expedition leader wanted prisoners.
So she was going to do just that, though she did not have manpower to hold them.
So slaves would have to do it, and that was just nice twist of fate.
She then kinda took command, Let's move out, take this town.
It felt good to take command of grounders, after all until know she spent her time flying.
The team moved out joined the fray, it would be only time before droids began to hit the enemey in the back.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mother Ithor
[Post 4]
[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Briika Tor"]

Draco smiled and found a seat as the Ithorians settled in their seats as well. The Elder Council consisted of a Prophet of the Mother Jungle, and four elders, all looking at the two mandalorians and the Princess from Alderaan.

"Yes. Everyone knows that a culture requires medicine. And we require a steady supply. Several scientists have theorized a few things about your world. They believe its biosphere could be adjusted to be acceptable to the Vratix in order to produce a Bacta equivalent, or, they think they could synthesize an alternative. However, both things require your exceptional knowledge of your planet and ability to alter its biosphere." Only the Ithorians could manage this at the moment. Rumors about Firemane and Saiba Group managing terraforming planets circled, but the precise adjustments would require a number of very in touch Ithorians to properly manage it. And possibly a number of Vratix.

The Prophet spoke with a deep rumble in his alien language, translated by a droid. "We appreciate your honesty, however we will not sacrifice our Mother Jungle for your cause. Nor will we give up our sacred jungles to the Vratix just so they can make money off our homes." There were numerous nods in agreement from the other Ithorians, however Draco wasn't experienced enough to offer much else. The Ithorians were fairly adamant that the only option they would be willing to even consider would be the alternative synthesized from their world's flora.

Draco looked, to Faith for help, hoping she would have something better to offer or say. Perhaps have them explain something to the Mandalorian.