Junction Rumble within Dee’ja Peak | Plasma Wars [NEO/RNR Junction of Farstine and Nimban]

[Vreegan Fett]

With the Dark Empire destroyed by the combined efforts of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders over Ithor and Selnesh, and the Foundation's assault on the Imperial Core Territories, the eye of Mand'alor the Anointed Carduul Akahl shifts southward as intelligence reports that the Royal Naboo Republic has risen from a minor regional power to a major faction, able to stand up to even the mighty Sith Empire on its borders.

This new development did not sway Lord Mandalore from beginning the second phase of the Plasma War, as the Field Marshals and Clan Chieftains gather around the war table once more to plan their next offensive in order to capture more of the plasma supplies in order to fuel the crusade against the Galactic Alliance should they press to invade Mandalorian held planets.

As the holographic map of the planet is displayed, Field Marshal Vreegan Fett spies an opportunity in the isolated Gallo Mountains as the City of Dee'ja Peaks lies vulnerable.

It would be the perfect place to establish an enclave, where the Mandalorians could plan future offensives against the City of Theed with the ultimate goal of capitulating the Queen's government.

As the first-transports land within the city, communications are jammed but not before a jumbled up message from the City's Mayor comes through to the Palace and the Order of Shiraya who send a small task force to disrupt the power generators within the city.

​

// Objective One //

The Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders have swiftly overrun the city, embedding themselves within the heart of the Dee'ja Peak Capitol. Their occupation presents a grave threat not only to the stability of the region but also to the safety of its citizens.

The Capitol building, once a symbol of democracy and unity for the Naboo, now stands as a fortress for the invaders, who have fortified their positions and begun to impose their will on the populace.

Beneath the Capitol building lies a network of power generators, crucial to the city's infrastructure and, by extension, to the Mandalorian's ability to maintain control over Dee'ja Peaks. These generators power not just the Capitol itself but also the surrounding districts, providing energy for communications, security systems, and the daily life of the citizens.

Disabling these generators would not only cripple the Mandalorian's logistical capabilities but also send a message of resistance to the oppressed citizens of Dee'ja Peaks, igniting hope and encouraging them to rise against their occupiers.

// Objective Two //

The Royal Naboo find themselves facing a formidable threat not only within the Dee'ja Peaks but beyond it as the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders have established a clandestine listening post deep within the Gallo Mountains.

This facility will be able to intercept communications and gather intelligence on the inner workings of the Royal Naboo Republic, putting the sovereignty and security of the government at risk. Recognizing the urgent need to maintain the privacy of their diplomatic and military operations, the Royal Naboo have mobilized a specialized task force to infiltrate the mountainous terrain.

Their objective is clear: to locate and dismantle the listening post before it can become fully operational.

// Objective Three //

BYOO.....Whatever floats ya fancy.

There Would Be No Peace, Just War!

 

[Ukvax the Gilded]

Ukvax the Gilded Niki Priddy

Dee'ja Peaks, contained within the Gallo Mountains of Naboo.​

The Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders struck first blood as the corpses of defending Royal Naboo Army soldiers fell to the ground. The rigors of war always brought hell to the peaceful world, the capital of the Royal Naboo Republic. And yet, the Mandalorians were not alone. Mercenary brutes, pirate reavers, and countless other brigands as well as bandits filled their coffers with the generous pay the Mandalorians offered. Firefights broke out in the streets, but in the skies above, it was a different story. For within the skies of the Naboo's home planet, there flew a terrifying predator within the Gallo Mountains.

That of Geonosian Nantex-class Territorial Starfighters; some of them had been modified with the Butcherbug KR1K-type Starfighter Sonic Cannon weaponry to further increase lethality. For indeed, as the Beak-wings flew on, their pointed shape like daggers plunging into the hearts of resistance fighters, repulsorlift generators and tractor beam projectors enabled the ships to fly with unnerving precision and ease. The Geonosian pilots were extraordinary; they had been trained from birth for this task, bonded with their craft to ensure that the defense of Geonosis always lingered. Squadrons of Nantex-class Territorial Starfighters filled the air with gleeful appetite; a voracious hunger for destruction fiilling their mind. Stalgasin Hive had sectretly provided these forces under the cover of a rogue or renegade Geonosian Hive; this proved to be apt political maneuvering.

Whatever the case may be for their appearance, it mattered little.

Screeching starfighters chose their targets with ravaging zeal; a Nantex zeroing in on a column of huddled civilians being escorted by security forces who desperately fought to protect their civilian masses from the advancing Mandalorians. Strafing runs were to be conducted, as the Geonosian pilots chose their targets; they chose them in order to spread havoc and devastation, to instill fear in their ranks. As the Royal Naboo Army troopers looked up and vainly attempted to fire, the Butcherbug screamed as it plunged into the crowd of troopers and civilians alike. The containment sphere was first to rupture - succeeded by the bellicose howl of Geonosian sonic weaponry as bodies were pulped and gore drenched the ground. The sheer power of the Butcherbug proved to be a useful tool for intimidation after all.

The other Nantex-class Territorial Starfighters followed; strafing runs of amethyst-bolt laser cannons and KR1K Sonic Cannons proceeding to mulch apart clustered, huddled masses of civilians not yet escaped to shelters or under Mandalorian control, as well as the Royal Naboo Army forces protecting them. Even buildings not yet controlled by the Mandalorians and containing them were fired upon - as the Sonic Cannons shredded apart structures, in addition to the laser cannons' own trajectory of their bolts guided by said tractor beam projectors to ensure the off-axis energy projectiles smashed into prime defensive positions.

Of course, the squadrons began to split up to target the barracks - if nothing else, they were determined to reap a gruesome toll upon this world. Nothing would be left alive to oppose the Mandalorians, and more importantly, the Archduke's interests. And their sacrifice, in their minds, assured a gloriously prosperous Geonosis once again unified under the Archduke's firm grasp...

 

[Serina Calis]

Rumble with Dee'ja Peak
Location: Naboo
Objective: 2
Allies: -
Opposing Force: Tasia Palpatine
Tag: -
Equipment: Ebon Requiem, Tyrant's Kiss, 3 CV-1 Gas Grenade's (The Choking Veil)

"FOR MANDALORE!"​

The Gallo Mountains had always been a lonely place, but now they whispered with more than the winds that twisted through their jagged peaks. Serina Calis stood upon a precipice of blackened stone, overlooking the snow-dusted valley where the Mandalorian listening post sat, its structures blending into the natural crags like parasites nestled in flesh. Above, the sky was a dull violet, the last vestiges of twilight smothered by the looming darkness.

Her presence here was an enigma to all but one—the Lord Banker, whose pockets were deep enough to warrant her discretion. The Mandalorians below had no idea who she was, and that suited her just fine. She lingered in the shadows, her armor a glistening obsidian, its crimson and magenta filigree pulsing with an inner light, like veins of raw, living power coursing through her form. The hood framed her face in shadow, her golden hair spilling forward in soft waves, a deceptive contrast to the specter she had become.

And then, from within her—like a whisper in the hollow where her heart used to be—came the voice.

"I'd ask how you're feeling, but let's be honest—you don't feel much of anything anymore, do you?"

Serina's lips curled into a smirk. "Ah, my ever-present conscience. You're early. I thought I had at least another hour before the incessant commentary started."

"Oh, please. You're standing alone on a mountain, dressed like some divine executioner, waiting to ambush Jedi, and you think I wouldn't show up to enjoy the moment? Honestly, I'm insulted."

Serina exhaled a slow, amused breath. The presence—her future self, or some twisted echo of what she would become—had nestled itself in the wound where her heart had once been, filling the void with whispering tendrils of shadow. Wisps of black smoke curled from beneath her breastplate, tendrils of formless energy licking at the edges of her armor before dissipating.

"So, what's the plan, darling? Are we waiting for the hapless Jedi to come stumbling up this mountain, their bright little blades igniting like beacons of hope and righteousness? Or are we feeling more… proactive tonight?"

Serina ran her fingers along the haft of Ebon Requiem, the dark metal cool beneath her touch. The halberd gleamed in the moonlight, its etched surface glowing faintly, the wicked blade thirsting for purpose.

"They'll come. I'll know it when they do. The Force moves them like pieces on a board, predictable in their sanctimony." Her voice dripped with amusement. "And when they arrive, I'll be waiting."

"Mmm, classic. So dramatic, so theatrical! Oh, Serina, how I do love watching you work. Tell me, do you think the Jedi will recognize you?"

Serina chuckled softly, shifting her weight as she crouched behind a jagged rock. "Doubtful. The last time I met a Jedi, they weren't in much of a position to recognize anything afterward."

"Delicious. I do hope tonight is just as memorable."

A distant noise caught her attention. Her piercing blue gaze flickered toward the valley below. Shadows moved among the trees, deliberate and silent, but not silent enough. Jedi.

Serina's fingers tightened around Ebon Requiem, the anticipation a slow, delicious hum in her veins.

"Oh, look at them, skulking about like thieves in the night," the voice in her chest purred. "Thinking they're clever. Thinking they're righteous. Shall we teach them a lesson, my dear?"

Serina smiled, a cruel, knowing curve of her lips. "Oh, we shall. But let's not be hasty. Let them think they are hunters for a while longer."

She settled into the shadows, waiting. The night was long, and the game had only just begun.

 

[Tarrak Sharratt]

Ala Quin
Gauntlet Shields | Crushgaunts | Crusader Assault Armor | Beskad | Kal Dagger | Electro-whip | Custom Vambraces |

The assignment from the Field Marshals had been simple enough for even the most moronic crusader to understand, they were to finish setting up a listening post deep within the Gallo Mountains while the rest of the Mandalorian Crusaders struck at the City of Dee'ja Peaks down below.

He had expected to find worthy opponents to strike down or at least some resistance during the occupation, but had found none when his drop pod landed here. Instead, the surrounding landscape was dead silent, save for the occasional rumbling of distant wildlife and the hum of the labor droids performing their duties.

Tarrak gripped the hilt of his Beskad tightly, the familiar weight offering little comfort.

His mission had been straightforward, but the lack of a challenge left him restless. His mind wandered back to the days before this assignment, when the rush of battle filled him with purpose. Now, he was stuck in this barren outpost, surrounded by nothing but the cold, unyielding stone of the mountains.

"Where's the fight?" he muttered under his breath, pacing around the perimeter of the facility. His eyes narrowed, scanning the horizon. His sensors had yet to pick up any signs of movement—no ambushes, no scouts, nothing.

His impatience was growing.

​

 

[Brent Warnel]

Deep within the Gallo mountains, Brent sat inside the command center for this listening post. Soon after their initial strike on Naboo, the Neo-Crusaders had left detachments in the mountains, building listening posts and monitoring communications from the Naboo Republic. Troop movements, diplomatic messages, and sensitive information were all funneled back to the Crusade so that the powers at be could make an informed decision on their next move.

This command post was built within a natural tunnel complex high in the mountains, making it highly secure. A single central entrance had been camouflaged, and the listening equipment strategically placed around the mountains, hidden within trees and rocky outlets. Several smaller side-entrances had also been concealed within rocky outcroppings, allowing the Neo-Crusaders who inhabited it to flank their enemies or retreat if it came to that.

As his brothers attacked the City of Dee'ja Peak, the listening post erupted with communications flowing from both sides. Mandalorians sent word back to Field Marshalls regarding movements, and the Royal Naboo Republic sent holo-net transmissions asking for reinforcements from the wider area.

"Continue to monitor communications," Brent told the Vod around him, "Forward everything important and let me know if an issue arises."

Brent's blood burned with the thought of being in the City, laying waste to their enemies. But sometimes, you manned the perimeter. Sometimes, you were stationed somewhere else just as important, if not as flashy. Brent closed his eyes and listened to the noise of the command center around him, bursts of transmissions accompanied by the noise of battle, calls for reinforcements from both sides, and death, and destruction being dished out at scale.

"Kelhav," a Vod beside him broke him from his reverie, "Perimeter alarms are tripped."

"Native wildlife again?" Brent stated, "Bring up the perimeter cameras."

"They are, Alor, but look," the radio technician pointed to a view screen. Spread throughout the exterior of the listening posts were cameras, motion sensor alarms, traps, and a myriad of other defensive armaments to hold off invaders. Usually, the cameras gave a broad view of the steep slopes leading up to the listening posts, but now, all Brent could see was a deep fog.

"What is this?" Brent muttered, "Smoke?"

"We are unsure," the technician responded, "There was to be no adverse weather today, and no fires are reported from our recon units that would effect our AO."

"Sir!" another technician yelled, "More alarms, farther down the mountain, but they're closer this time. Something is making its way toward us."

"Switch cameras, give me all views," Brent responded calmly.

The view screens began to rotate between cameras, and all Brent could see was a deep fog. Sometimes, the fog was so dense you could not see but a few feet from the camera; at other times, you could see farther, but the swirling mist was as good a camouflage as actual stealth.

What game is this? Brent thought. He scanned the cameras, watching them as they rotated between different views. He thought he saw movement out of his peripherals many times as the cameras rotated, but there was nothing.

"More alarms, Alor, even higher; they're continuing up. We have nothing on any spectrum; whatever it is, it may as well be a ghost."

"How far until they reach the outer traps?"

"Soon, Force-Breaker and thermal detonators will soon activate. If they continue moving, the automated turrets will open up soon after."

"What about our recon units?" Brent asked.

"We've tried contacting them, sir, but they're not answering."

"Their life signs?"

"Null and void, Alor. They're not responding."

Brent's breath came a little quicker, something was coming, but what? There! "Camera 17, now!" Brent snapped. The view switched, and what appeared to be a shadow flitted between the fog, the mist swirling around him.

"What was that?" one of the men around him stated, slightly on edge.

"Doesn't matter, we have company. I want snipers on higher elevations overlooking the entrance. Breaker units on me, exit from the sides and envelope the entrance. Be ready for anything. Squad Aaray, stay here; monitor the cameras and comms. Continue feeding information to the Crusade; we'll be back."

"Let's move!" Brent barked to the Crusaders around him as they grabbed gear and weapons, filing out of the listening post and preparing to meet an as-of-yet unseen enemy.

Lorn Reingard

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tag: Sibylla Abrantes
Gear: The Honorblade | Theed Sharpshooter Rifle | Royal Standard (RS-29) | 2x Thermal detonator | Lightsaber

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Lysander had departed from the city earlier in the day, a place once thriving with life and culture, now weighed down by the oppressive occupation of the Mandalorians. Their grip extended into every street, even reaching the very heart: the Capitol building. He had witnessed the fall of Dee'ja Peak while visiting Sibylla on one of his frequent journeys from Korriban, a world in the Outer Rim he still frequently returned to. Between her knowledge, and his determination, he was positive they could play an important role in reclaiming what was lost, even if it meant a plan that was close to recklessness.

Rebellion caused him to wrap his lithe frame in shades of black; a tunic, leggings, and boots were the only armor against their foe. His face was mostly concealed under a dark green wrap, a relic from Kor'ethyr Academy, symbolizing the strength gained from the cruel trials faced there. Only his eyes were visible, sharp and calculating, masking the fire burning within, along with his proficient use of Force Concealment, passed down from his mentor. It oddly made the scar above his left eye, one that was usually hidden, clearly exposed.

Today, he felt the extra weight of his gear, especially with the precision rifle slung across his back, a blaster pistol resting on his belt, and finally a vibroknife at his side. He wasn’t accustomed to such, his travels between Naboo and Korriban rarely requiring much more than a lightsaber paired with wits. Now, as he and Sibylla stood near the cliffs and ever cascading waterfalls, he understood this task would be much different than any of those previously faced. They would need to approach covertly, and the idea the girl had originally pitched was anything but appealing, but he couldn’t deny the brilliance behind it either. Still, his expression remained neutral, a rarity for him, as he wasn't willing to give her the satisfaction of knowing it— not yet, at least. Their conversations were, after all, often battles of intellect.

With climbing gear, Lysander began to examine the grappling hooks with an unseasoned eye, but at least the Force granted him a sense of calm amidst the uncertainty lingering in the air. Volunteering himself to go first, it was a promise of security should anything go wrong. Seconds after securing one of the hooks and beginning his descent down the rope, he glanced up at Sibylla. Though hidden, there was a wry grin tugging at his lips beneath the wrap. “If this doesn’t hold,” he said, “at least you'll have a story to tell, even if I'm not around any longer to hear it!”

Each movement was measured, easily remaining composed while navigating the rocky terrain. Upon reaching another outcropping of rock, he paused and glanced upward once more. "Don't worry, Sib! I've seen this done in countless HoloDramas; they never lie! But let it be known.. if you slip, you might only get caught with sarcasm!"

 

[FN-999 (restored)]

Infiltration Team: FN-999 | 18 Storm Commandos
Allies: Foundation
Enemies: Mandalorians | Vreegan Fett​

War makes strange bedfellows.

After all, why else would a Baron of the Empire work with Jedi and rebels to fight Mandalorians?​

He had told his team not to sweat the details, and that in any case there would be little interaction with other Foundation units until they all converged on the power station. Still, Nines couldn’t help but note just how bizarre this arrangement was. Still, the Foundation was his benefactor as much as he was theirs, and for the time being the expansionist ambitions of the Mandalorians posed a threat that required his attention. He reminded himself of such as the shuttle doors opened, allowing the team to deploy on the foothills of the Gallo Mountains. From there on, it was an hour long hike upwards to the outskirts of Dee’ja Peak, whose domed towers loomed high in the distance.

Every man knew their orders and their objective, and so the climb was begun in earnest.

About an hour later, the team had arrived at their destination, scaling a low wall and slipping into the city proper.

It was unusually quiet for such a bustling city, no doubt a result of news of the Mandalorian occupation. What few citizens remained outside quickly dispersed at the sight of the Imperial task force, giving them the streets to themselves. Despite the temptation to take the easy street, the troopers kept to the alleyways and tunnels, alert and on the lookout for Mandalorian sentries. Within minutes, they had arrived outside the Dee’ja Peak Capitol. Recognizing that the squad would be expected to pass through the main entrance and that most of the Mandalorians were likely stationed nearby, Nines instead ordered the unit to move left in search of a back door.

It did not take long for the team to find a small durasteel service door attached to the left flank of the Capitol. One commando took the lead, attempting to pull open the door using its doorknob, only for the door to remain shut. Locked. Without needing any further instruction, the same commando pulled out a portable laser cutter and placed it against the top right corner of the door before activating the device, a short but bright red laser immediately melting through the metal frame. He brought the cutter down and around, not stopping until the door was cut entirely out of its frame. After waiting a few moments for the edges of the severed door to cool off, a pair of commandos moved forward and took hold of the door at either end, gently lowering it to the ground to avoid making any sort of loud noise that would draw unwanted attention.

With the door cleared, the Baron and his team could see a short hallway up ahead branching off into a T shaped intersection.

“Move left.” ordered Nines. “The right will only bring us closer to the main entrance, where they want us."

Without any further delay, the infiltration team entered the Capitol.

​

 

[Jas Katis]

NABOO | DEE’JA PEAK
THE CONFEDERACY | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
ALLIES: TF | RNR |
ENEMIES: NEO |
ENGAGING: Seva Beroya
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

THEME​

The moment Jas heard that Mandalorians were invading Naboo proper, the Pureblood was at Vemric’s doorstep looking for authorization. Not only was an official ally under attack, but the belligerent force was none other than the Hellions’ nemesis.

The Confederacy would answer Naboo’s call, and Jas would be the first one through the door. An expeditionary fleet was scrambled, only a standard force of three Star Destroyers and supporting elements. But of these three, the infamous Tython would be leading the charge.

The Confederacy would answer with nothing less than its vanguard. Pretty soon Hellion ships would be spotted in orbit, deploying their forces to the surface to get ready for a bloody assault on the Dee'ja Peak Capitol. In some cases, the expeditionary force could be argued to be overkill, but with Mandalorians there was no such thing.

Their ruthlessness was well known across the galaxy.

Artillery was set up a safe distance away, while a fight for air superiority quickly unfolded between Mandalorian Basilisks and Hellion Meteors lighting up the sky in a deadly spectacle of missiles and cannon fire. On the ground, tanks and troop carriers began their assault to breach the Capital. Pretty soon the streets turned into a bloody moshpit of urban warfare and close quarter battle.

:: Basilisk straight ahead! ::

:: Warpig copies. Target acquired. ::

:: On the way! ::

The boom of a tank’s twin cannons blew out windows, kicked up dust and sent two armour piercing bolts into a Basilisk coming in for a strafing run on the company of soldiers. The wreckage just barely missed the soldiers, though a supporting troop carrier was caught in the crash. Jas was only thankful that it was empty before being hit.

”Let’s move up. Eyes up and heads on a swivel, you all know how these animals fight!” Jas called out to his troops, motioning for the tank to move forward. The convoy couldn’t be bogged down so early in its advance. They had reinforcements and gunships willing to brave the storm, but the number was limited. If they could lose as few troops as possible in their advance, they had a better chance to achieve their goal.

Jas took point with the rest of his squad around the tank as it rumbled forward. All the while they had blaster bolts and rockets falling around them, making each step a deadly fight for territory. Thankfully their forward base and area of operations had a fantastic coverage of anti-air turrets and very determined troops to keep the assault force’s lifeline safe.

Normally he wouldn’t care about collateral damage or dropping artillery on every square inch of space in this city, but he now had an image to uphold. He didn’t need Naboo or Foundation heads breathing down his neck about his actions in the field. Vemric would never let him hear the end of it.

Several teams throughout the outskirts of the city were facing similar resistance, however he felt as if his company was being targeted more than the others. Perhaps that was simply his mistake for choosing the main road.

 

[Vreegan Fett]

FN-999 (restored)

Vreegan as the most senior Field Marshal had advocated for the continuation of the Plasma War with the Royal Naboo Republic, motivated not only by the planet's abundant reserves but also by a desire to test the metal of the Neo-Crusaders for a campaign against the Sith Order, or the Eleventh Sith Empire, depending on whom one consulted with on the obscure corners of the Galactic Holonet.

Achieving a relatively minor objective such as capturing the City of Dee'ja Peaks would likely enhance their performance in actual combat against some of the galaxy's most formidable adversaries, including the New Jedi Order of the Alliance.

His hand never left the terminal within the war room of the Dee'ja Peak Capitol as tactical display screens made mention of even the most minute detail such as the city streets and the surrounding terrain in the event that the Royal Naboo could muster a force large enough to dislodge them.

It seemed they could as Jas Katis arrived with a considerable force above the stronghold, but even the might of the Hellions would not be able to discharge the Crusaders from their entrenched positions within the Mountains nor the city proper.

"Troublesome indeed. Hellions are some of the galaxy's most premier mercenaries and have been at major battles across the galaxy with minimal losses. Still with Lord Mandalore present on the battlefield, Morale is not a problem." He spoke from beneath the golden-beskar lined helmet that was fastened to his head, stepping away from the terminal to enable the command staff to begin preparations for an extended siege.

With a swift gesture, the Basilisk War Droid materialized from the shadows to accompany him down the staircase of the Capitol Building. A platoon of Mythosaur Supercommandos followed closely behind, ready to offer protection and pose a significant threat to anyone daring enough to attempt an intrusion into the Mandalorian Fortress.

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[Tyrkhan]

Niki Priddy [Right Now] Lysander von Ascania Sibylla Abrantes [In a moment]
Crushgaunts | Crusader Assault Armor | Beskad | Kal Dagger | Commando Blaster Rifle | Custom Vambraces |

"All pilots to station, all pilots to cargo bay. Prepare for immediate deployment," came the voice over the intercom of the Wanderer's Wail, a K-90S Storm Carrier and flagship of the Mandalorian Air Fleet, as it hovered over the City of Dee'ja Peaks along with the other three K-90S Storm Carrier sent as its escorts.

These were very new vessels by Mandalorian standards, and the first of their kind to ever see combat with an enemy, so the Royal Naboo ought to feel extra special. And special they soon would feel....

Myr'sheen grinned as he climbed the ladder of one of the Modernized Pirate Dropships within the cargo bay. The hum of the engines reverberated through his boots as he settled into his seat, his gloved hands gripping the controls. There was nothing he loved more than the chaos of a sudden drop into enemy territory especially when the enemy was caught unaware.

The city below, with its towering spires and sprawling markets, looked like nothing more than a target grid to Myr'sheen. His thoughts were already drifting to the after-action report bodies scattered in the streets, the sound of cannon fire echoing against the hollowed-out buildings.

He adjusted the throttles as the cargo bay doors opened, dropping their full complement of Modernized MSP80 Pteropter hover pod and eight Modernized Pirate Dropships, eager for the inevitable chaos.

"Looks like we got company. Boys. Let em have it." he barked into the transmissions channel, as various guns began to light up the sky in response to the squadron of Droid Fighter Bombers coming to intercept them.

 

[Ala Quin]

​

The wind swept across the rocky outcropping on which Ala perched. For a first assignment in joining the Republic, she had hoped for something in the Lake Country. Maybe guided tours with cute little younglings or something? Crawling slowly up a Rocky Mountain was not at all what she had in mind. But necessity was the mother of mission prioritisation

So she crouched, even as her legs started to tingle with numbness. Her progress had stopped. There was something ahead. Whatever it was, or whatever they were, they were restless and looking for a fight. That sounded like as close to a description of a Mandalorian that she could muster. So, caution would increase.

So far as she could tell, she was above the Mandalorian. She glanced towards her destination which was still aways off. Her eyes darted to and fro trying to see a way the she could sneak through and avoid unnecessary conflict. But these mountains were teeming with agents of the Mandalorian invasion. There was really no sense putting one behind her while others still lay in front.

"Well. I guess the only way forward is through then. Unless they are really stubborn. Maybe I will just go say hello," she said ruefully. Her hands were already busy tying her blustery curly mop of hair back so it wouldn't get in the way anymore.

The diminutive Jedi Master, though she still felt so undeserving of the title, simply dropped from her perch. Her feet hit the stone not forty paces from her intended foe. Her head immediately tilted a little in curiosity. Now this was not what she had expected.

"Hey there, cutie," she said with a wave, "you are trespassing on these mountains, so if you would kindly skedaddle, we can just be on our way. Whaddaya say?"

| Tag: Tarrak Sharratt | Equipment: Twin short-sabers, pluck, and the Force |​

 

[Tarrak Sharratt]

Ala Quin
Gauntlet Shields | Crushgaunts | Crusader Assault Armor | Beskad | Kal Dagger | Electro-whip | Custom Vambraces |

Tarrak barely acknowledged Ala Quin approach, his grip on the hilt of his Beskad tightening in anticipation of a potential long-range attack from a boulder or debris. However, no assault came, much to the Mandalorian Blademaster's frustration.

He had been beseeching the gods for a confrontation since his assignment to this location, and now that the moment had arrived, he felt only disappointment. The individual he faced, presumed to be a Royal Naboo Jedi, appeared diminutive and unremarkable.

Certainly not the formidable adversary he had been led to expect by the Field Marshals during the warship briefings.

"You are what they sent to face me? A curly haired mongrel the size of a womp rat." he spoke with malicious venom, directing the blade toward her chest in a sweeping gesture, as if anticipating some form of illusion; unfortunately, it was all too real.

His other hand moved swiftly to grasp the Electro-whip attached to the armor's bandolier, and the yellow-bladed whip activated with a distinct hum.

"Very well, pup. At the very least, entertain me before your demise." There was hardly enough time for a suitable retort as he executed a swift whipping motion, aiming directly at her knee.

​

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Brent Warnel

​

The dust hadn't even settled in Theed before the echoes of destruction reached Dee'ja Peak. Naboo, beautiful, resilient Naboo, seemed destined to rise only to be shattered again. The Netherworld raiders, the Mandalorian Crusaders… it was a relentless cycle of rebuilding and ruin. And this time? For plasma. For a cause that felt hollow, fueled by someone else's pointless ambition.

A visceral anger simmered in Lorn's gut, a burning resentment that intertwined with the weight of his title, Sword of Shiraya. It was a new mantle, one he wore with pride and responsibility, but the endless combat felt like an eternity already. Each fallen comrade, each displaced family, was a fresh scar on his soul.

The reports of the Mandalorian invasion flooded in, a digital tide of bad news washing over him. Thankfully, the Order's proximity in the Gallo Mountains meant a swift response. He dispatched Kellen Mynn to lead a strike team into Dee'ja Peak, to hold the line and push back the invading Mandalorians. Meanwhile, Lorn geared up, his sights set on a different prize: the Crusader communication hub. Grand Marshal Nym's intel was chilling, a network of recon units, already burrowed into the Gallo Mountains, feeding information back to the Crusaders. A viper's nest, ready to strike at the heart of Naboo.

His team's mission was a silent symphony of destruction: infiltrate the base and dismantle the network before the Crusaders could truly dig in.

Lorn knelt on the cold ground, drawing the Force around him like a warm blanket. He could feel its currents, the subtle vibrations of the living world. Above him, his team quietly stripped the unconscious Mandalorian recon squad of their gear, their comms, any clue to the enemy's plans. They were close, he could sense it, a prickling intuition whispering in his ear. They'd already neutralized one recon team. This one, however, was headed back up the mountain, likely to their hidden base. An opportunity.

He focused, picturing the air thickening, the temperature dropping. He reached out with the Force, coaxing the moisture from the earth, drawing it upwards to form a dense, swirling fog. It rolled down the mountainside, a silent, ethereal shroud, clinging to the landscape like a mournful spirit.

Once the fog was thick enough to swallow them whole, Lorn rose, his movements fluid and silent. He tapped his comm. "Strike Team Shaak, in position, moving up the mountain now." he stated flatly, hoping to keep operations with everyone in sync. He knew Tasia Palpatine and Ala Quin were somewhere out here too.

The team moved with a practiced grace, a wide, invisible line slicing through the heart of the fog-choked forest. The ground grew steeper, the silence broken only by their muffled footsteps and ragged breaths. Then, without warning, the mountain erupted.

The air shimmered with heat, the ground bucked beneath their feet. Thermal detonators! Instinct took over. Lorn roared a wordless command, channeling the Force to propel his team forward, each movement infused with force enhanced speed. They blurred past the explosions, the searing heat licking at their backs.

But the Mandalorians were cunning. As they cleared the blast zone, a new threat bloomed in the air, another explosive. A noxious, sickly sweet chemical. The fog, now tainted, swirled around them, each breath a poisoned kiss. Several members coughed, their faces contorted in pain as they inhaled the unknown toxin.

The effect was immediate, terrifying. A wave of dizziness washed over them, a strange disconnect from the Force. The familiar hum, the comforting presence that guided their every move, felt distant, muted, as if a thick curtain had been drawn between them. Fear gnawed at Lorn's gut. This wasn't just a chemical weapon, it was an attack on their very connection to the Force. They were no longer the warriors they were a moment ago. They were vulnerable.

 

[Makar Clyne]

At last, a taste of battle once again! After years behind bars, festering and languishing without any true conflict to drive him. That was, until now of course! Makar would stand shoulder to shoulder with a small squad of pirates wielding vibroblades and blasters. These were the only of his relatively small crew that had stuck with him, the rest were off fighting alongside the various Mandalorians in the city. It made Makar's usually calm visage break out into a beaming smile, he even began to laugh amongst the carnage.

"Excellent! This will be quite the haul for us, once we deal with the rabble of course!"

With that, he sprinted forward to the first of their objectives, a rather massive banking building. No doubt it was full of credits to fuel his ambitions. Surely the Mandalorians wouldn't care if they took a moment to go on a little side-mission whilst they fought off the forces of Naboo. If nothing else this could be considered denying the enemy resources!

"Get me a Slicer," Makar bellowed, looking back to his crewmen to open the first set of security to the vault. It was then that Nabooian reinforcements began to pour into the bank. "Bastards! Keep the vault terminal secured, I shall deal with these pitiful excuses for soldiers!"

Makar's massive body deftly maneuvered between blaster fire as he sprinted like the wind towards his enemy. He swung his staff like it was just an extension of his arm, the massive songsteel weapon moving with grace and deadly precision. He'd slice with the axe head, before retracting back to stab another man with the spear tip. The twirls and flourishes to his movements sending crimson spatter all over the white marble he stood upon. He ran out of luck as he got his axe head stuck in a man's shoulder. With a scowl he kicked the man back into one of his comrades, sending them both to the floor.

"Away with you! I tire of slaughtering unnecessary peons, are there none of you that can give me a challenge," The Captain roared before looking at yet more soldiers approaching. All mere chaff to be winnowed down by his reaping halberd.

Is'ekapi Rex

 

[Ala Quin]

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As she was so horridly insulted, Ala tapped her comm unit on her arm. The prearranged signal was sent to the required parties. She had engaged the enemy...in witty banter.

An expression of mock exasperation was all that Ala offered in retort. A Mandalorian that wanted to fight, and insult a Jedi rather than just do the decent thing? Who would have thought it possible?

"Pup? Rude!" She said, before executing a well timed jump, up, forward and to the left. Just before landing, both saber hilts were unclipped and ignited.

Her lightsabers trailed behind her as she ran across the slopped face of rock. Just as gravity was beginning to pull her back to face the wrath of the Mando, Ala pushed and flipped over his head, hoping that a quick strike would end this battle before it spiralled into more personal insults.

| Tag: Tarrak Sharratt fyi, Lorn Reingard Tasia Palpatine | Equipment: Twin short-sabers, pluck and the Force |​

 

[Kellen Mynn]

OBJECTIVE 1: Backyard Brawl
Location: Dee'ja Peak
Weapons: Lightsaber & Blaster
Outfit: Jedi Armor
Tag: Seva Beroya Briana Sal-Soren

The covert special operations strike force moved into position at a defilade near the mountain top. They were now due north of the city and moving across the Gallo Mountains. Their goal was to secure one of the Mandalorian Crusaders positions atop the mountain and utilize it as a forward base to assault the city, establishing a link between the city proper and their base on the opposite side of the mountain pass.

Jedi Master Kellen Mynn looked behind him at his gathered force, first a single platoon of Royal Commandos from the Royal Security Corps were here to serve as infantry support for his squad of Vanguard Jedi who were also members of The Order of Shiraya. They would serve as the special operations strike force in this battle and attempt to establish friendly positions as they moved towards the cities capitol with the intent of dislodging the Crusaders, allowing friendly engineers to come in and secure the power generators below the building.

"Strike Team Ikopi, moving onto the mountain top time now." Kellen quickly said into his communicator, sending a encrypted message to Lorn Reingard just as he received a similar message. Good, their teams were working in tandem on both objectives.

Silently, the strike force moved forward and quickly but efficiently engaged the Crusader sentries posted at this mountain top outpost. Kellen utilized stealth and quick Echani martial arts in taking down their foe. Mandos were tough bastards and their beskar tougher but they still had gaps in their defenses that experienced Jedi such as Kellen could take advantage of. He utilized his proficiency with Force Speed and Force Body to quicken himself and his Jedi allies as they swarmed the outpost.

As the strike force secured the mountain top and disabled the last Mando, bonding any that weren't killed and securing them out of sight. Their communications and weapons confiscated as friendly regular infantry moved in to establish a perimeter ahead of their armors arrival.

Kellen removed his holoprojector from his utility belt and quickly contacted his Vanguard leader again. "Commander Lorn, this is Mynn. We've taken the mountain pass, friendly armor is arriving in position to provide support. We will continue down the mountain to the city and advise further." With the encrypted communication sent off, Kellen turned in time to see a pleasing sight.

A couple of Cloudscatter anti-air tanks moved into position on the mountain top and started locking targets on the various craft buzzing around the city. Soon, the skies would be filled with laser fire and missiles to better assist any friendly fighters in the air and to further hamper and lock down a no fly zone above the city, giving their ground forces a better chance at breaking through the Crusader defenses. Assisting them were a handful of Nemesis MBTs ready to engage any enemy armor, vehicles or those pirate barges now approaching the city. Ukvax the Gilded Tyrkhan

Knowing this place was in good hands by the Royal Naboo Security Forces, Kellen gestured to his strike team to follow him. Down the mountain they went, having established a friendly position above and a logistical route between Dee'ja Peak and their FOB on the plains behind them.

Onward into the city they went.​

 

[Carduul Akahl]

If there was one thing he could say about the people of Naboo, it was that they were a beautiful people. Their artistic form commanded a proud elegance. They carried a sense of honor of their own. Alas, all that squandered by a love for peace—that impossible thing that was forever out of reach.

T’was a shame, truly, that the destruction of such things was necessary in the cycle. This was now the second time the newly-formed Royal Naboo Republic would be tested. To see if they were worthy of the galaxy. Dying to the Mandalorians would be a mercy, compared to what the Sith would inevitably do had they not the strength to withstand. Survival meant they were ready.

Even still, the securing of the Mid-Rim remained an ever-present objective in the consolidation of Mandalorian sovereignty, and several new powers had found themselves rising to stand in his people’s way.

Good.

And so he stood looking over it all, from one of the balconies of the Capitol building. Watching as his warriors secured the city and established the makings of a forward base of operations. Should the Royal Naboo Republic have any backbone, they’d be here soon. Sending strike teams, infiltration units, whatever else to liberate their people. And he’d be waiting, eager to test the mettle of his foe upon the field of battle.

“Mand’alor.” Came a familiar voice, the one of Garrus Bralor. “Perimeter sentries are reporting trouble. They’re here.”

A soft hum emitted from behind the mask, as he turned away from the scene that would soon turn to yet another warscape.

“Then perhaps they have a chance, yet. Scramble the fire teams to assume battle positions, and whatever air support we have on standby.” Steps proceeded past the Field Marshal. In any defense, there would be gaps from the rotation of positions. He would be loathe to sit back on the field of battle, and merely watch. “There is one target they will be after, if they are smart. The power generators. I want to see who they would deem worthy of such a critical assault.”

A nod came in turn, a thump of his fist against his chest in a salute. “As you wish. I’ll divert a fire team down there to accompany you.”

As Carduul proceeded down the steps, the poleaxe glistening in the light that would soon be obscured by smoke, he wondered just how many would understand what his people were doing for Naboo. None at all, more than likely. None at all.

Cerys Dyn

 

[Cerys Dyn]

This was a first for Cerys. And likely people thought it to be impossible for her. She was actually working with a team. It was a pleasure to work with people so professional, if she were honest. It beat doing this with her master, or Lysander von Ascania .

She was with a group of Commandos, and another two Jedi Knights of the Shirayan Order. Together, they were essentially three Knights in skill, even if Cerys was being held back. Their approach was the from opposite side of the city as the full on assault. The hopes for their small strike force was to take advantage of the shifting defences, and act more like a scalpel.

She crouched behind an outcropping. From a distance, she could feel the vibrations of approaching people. Three of them. Likely a patrol. Cerys nodded towards Captain Taliyon who was hiding behind a rock outcropping on the other side of the path. He knew the mission.

The young, newly knighted Nabooian Jedi, Davre Gaula tapped Cerys on the shoulder. The Togruta responded to the woman's prompt with a nod and a quick retreat into their location. Within moments the patrol was near to rounding the corner, and the three Jedi ignited their lightsabers. Captain Taliyon and his men had disappeared around the rock on the far side of the path.

The now alerted patrol rounded the corner, weapons drawn. The leader of the squad was reaching for their comm unit. And then they convulsed as arcs of blue electricity saw them crumple to the ground. Captain Taliyon and his men stood behind them with stun batons held out to where they were making contact. "Good work, Captain," Cerys said as she advanced towards the bodies. However, the other Jedi pushed past her and assumed control of the moment. Cerys grimaced, and stepped back dutifully.

The bodies were pulled back under cover, and an injection of something non-fatal used to keep the cards knocked out. Taliyon nodded and with a few quick hand gestures that Cerys was only just starting to understand, they began to move down the path. She did understand one thing. The downed patrol would not report in soon. Their time was limited.

| TAG: Carduul Akahl fyi, Briana Sal-Soren Kellen Mynn | EQUIPMENT: Normal blue lightsaber, shoto style blue lightsaber |

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[Tarrak Sharratt]

Ala Quin
Gauntlet Shields | Crushgaunts | Crusader Assault Armor | Beskad | Kal Dagger | Electro-whip | Custom Vambraces |

Tarrak's gaze sharpened beneath his helmet as Ala Quin moved with remarkable precision; her leap and flip showcased both elegance and strength. He remained cautious, watching as her sabers flared to life, lighting the rugged terrain of the Gallo Mountains as she charged toward him at full speed.

Was there a flicker of doubt in his eyes? perhaps but in his core, he believed his opponent fell short of his abilities at least in this stage of the engagement. In a swift motion, he redirected his Electro-whip with a subtle twist of his body, targeting her leg, attempting to ensnare it as they leaped above.

The weapon moved with remarkable speed, slicing through the air in a fierce arc.

As her lightsabers advanced, Tarrak executed another pivot, raising his Beskad to intercept the trajectory of the lightsaber. The collision produced a sharp, high-pitched resonance, with the blade narrowly grazing his beskar-infused chestplate.

"I was wrong about the entertainment." he said with a low growl, his voice muffled by the helmet.

He took another step forward, closing the distance.

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[Niki Priddy]

Objective: Aid Naboo
Weapons: ''Revy'' | 2 -''Demo-keys''
Equipment: Priddy Plates | Attire | Wristwear | L&R Middle-Finger Rings | Belt | Keyring | Dasmi's Pendant | Transition Glasses | Glasses Charm
On Person: Vipers
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Grounded: Aurora
Tags: Valyrie | Ukvax the Gilded | Tyrkhan

-The First Signs of Trouble-​

The Aurora had touched down at the new production facility only a few days ago. Coming from a prior engagement with a full hold of droid starfighters speaking to one another in the racks about the shared data they had pulled from the experience. Albeit silently over the shared internal network as they picked apart the tactics and maneuvers before sharing the information across the PGEM network and back to the host system in the form of the Queen Artificial Intelligence. All of their findings and relevant data examined and cataloged as Niki found hid in the quarters she'd been given to settle in for the trip and following meeting.

Peacefully sleeping in the overly dark room until a general alert had gone out across the planet of Naboo and reached the Aurora. Deckhands moving equipment around to allow the droid racks to deploy as a squadron was launched before they had even woke their sleeping Executive. The air inside the cabin barely bothered given the amenities inside.

The quiet peace broken by the thunderous mix of activity to pull systems to combat ready, allow further deployment of droid starfighters, and finally figuring out who had the short stick to wake up Ms. Priddy.

The first and only sign of trouble for Niki as she was roused from her sleep by a nervous crewman hammering on her door.

Waking her from a dead sleep and a rather pleasant dream with the same energy as if the ship itself was under attack.

"Come in." Her voice carrying a sharp edge as she sprung from bed and began to grab at the duffel containing her gear. The door hissing open as she slipped her legs into the pants, hopping to bring them fully up with a sharp amber colored glower at the unfortunate crewman.

"Report." She hissed while grabbing her shirt and stuffing her hands through before pinching the clasps shut.

"Naboo is under attack. The Mandalorians have returned." The woman informed her smartly. Standing at attention as Niki paused halfway bent and reaching into her bag. Blinking as she took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes.

"So we, are not under direct attack?" The crewman confirmed that statement quickly. A deeply exasperated sound coming from Niki's diaphragm as she straightened and clicked her tongue. Now beyond upset as she reached for her jacket and opened the container to pull a Viper free. The awkward silence as the sounds of activity filtered in through the open door.

All the while Niki remained aloof of the energy and tied up in her own mental mayhem of shaking off the sleep and dreams still calling for her.

Flicking the lighter a few times until it ignited and found the end of the cigarette before dying once more to be placed back in it's home. A long draw before exhaling and letting the rush of chemicals settle her mood. Settle her enough to keep from snapping at them. They'd done their job. It wasn't their fault Niki had stayed up late looking over the new production lines.

"Send whatever we have that can help." Waving her hand to dismiss the woman before she cleared her throat.

"We do not have anything to send Ma'am. Well, besides the Droid Fighter-Bombers we sent out. We are scrambling more but it. It seems the Mandalorians have brought a force focusing on ground maneuvers. And the locations are highly sensitive urban areas. Our naval assets are, well, useless here Ma'am." The woman only stumbled across a single word. The amber glow of Niki's eyes holding firmly on her form as she dissected the stance. Stared at and through the woman as every moment was put under a literal microscope. Eyes finding every fault in the other woman's confident stance. The slight tremor that broke the near perfect attentive stance as she was told of their lacking support. How her eyes tried to avoid holding the amber gaze. The slight crease that traced lines down at the scrutiny Niki was giving her.

But there was no veil to pierce.

There was no lie. They had little to aid the Naboo Republic in this attack. A detail that stuck in Niki's mind like a physical bone in her throat. Making the Yellow Viper taste sour despite the euphoria it imparted with each draw. Another exhale of smoke as she grumbled aloud and continued to find the things she needed. Mind already racing to figure out a solution as she paused on the armor plating she had the foresight to keep with her on every trip.

"Get the walking factories out of their crates and move them to a gunship. I'll be going out and taking them with me." Resignation along with the cigarette helping to relieve the sharpness in her tone as the woman made a sharp noise of objection. The plates nearly in place over her shirt as Niki spoke.

"No one aboard is ground combat capable besides myself." Niki the ember dancing in the dark as she clasped the final buckle in place before pulling out an old acquaintance. Pulling the receiver back to examine the chamber before filling her pouches with different magazines as the crewman remained silent.

"The Droids can give you an escort before diverting to take out any potential air support." The safety checked again as the clip was slid into place.

"Excellent." Niki spoke through a haze filled sigh.

-Niki Currently-​

The Royal Naboo Gunship was a marvel in it's own right she supposed. The loading area carrying not only herself but four Nuisance Engine Droids that kept a close perimeter around her. The hulking masses as much a worry of their own as they were a makeshift shield for the woman watching them rise and lower. Wondering to herself if they were keeping her occupied for the flight as the euphoric high began to wear off. The highly subtle hisses and whines of the machinery around her beginning to wear on her nerves as she pulled the case of Vipers from a pouch and debated.

The sounds of conflict filling the ambient hum of the engines as the ship lurched slightly with the maneuver to avoid incoming fire.

They'd made good time despite the gunship being unable to outpace the three squadrons of Droid Fighter-Bombers that had served as their escort. A hive of activity as they approached the mountain city turned battlefield.

( Ukvax the Gilded )
The squadrons of Droid Fighter-Bombers breaking away as the incoming starfighters began to target the gunship with her inside. Each calculating in their own processor system the best approach as the information was gathered and filtered before being sent back to them all simultaneously to optimize their patterns. Their engine systems shifting to agility mode as their speed and agility became equal. Some using the sudden change to gain advantage on the incoming fighters by sending a stream of bolts from their equipped Blast Spray Cannons.

A lightshow in it's own right as the gunship bucked and throttled to gain a safe landing zone to drop off it's passengers. Ending up as close as possible to the perimeter of the city though not nearly as close as Niki had hoped since she had to climb the external stairs leading to the city proper.

The gunship loitering long enough for the final droid to amble clear of the ramp before making to leave and engage strafing starfighters. Her Rifle Style Pistol unfolding to be pressed against her cheek as she took aim at the incoming fighters. A pair of carefully placed shots at the two Nantex starfighters resounding through the cavern until she had to break line of sight to protect herself from the engine wash of the Gunship as it began to clear the area. At least until another set of starfighters streaked by, one landing a sonic blast into the cabin as the gunship lazily spun away in a slow climb. Making it halfway up the mountain before crashing into the rock face and cartwheeling back down. (-End of pertinent to Ukvax)

( Valyrie )Pulling the cigarette case back out and producing a Black Viper before lighting it up.

The rush of further heightened senses beyond what her cybernetic augmentation afforded her drew out a feeling she hadn't wanted to experience since she'd been chasing down Zero's gang on Denon. Amber eyes aglow and taking in everything as her hearing and eyesight sharpened beyond comfort. Each bolt across the sky searing the air in almost slow motion. Each sound like a scratching inside her head as her neural interface with the armor's sensor systems made everything blaringly apparent for her in a complete three-hundred and sixty view. This wasn't a battlefield she would enjoy. A thing she shrunk away from.

This was now tantamount to a hunting ground with the bolstered confidence of Carsunum spice pushing her senses beyond what already made her irritable.

Retrieving a Nutro-pill from a different pouch as she waved for the Nuisance Engine Droids to move forward. Popping the little pill to stave off the growing hunger she felt as the shield in her attire was engaged. The process of flooding the battlefield beginning with a subtle gesture as Nuisance Droids began to pour out from either side of each Nuisance Engine. The tiny droids skittering about on the walkway with a horrendous chorus of metal against stone grating to Niki's ears.

Barely an audible tinging to others as the five of them made their way up and into the outskirts of the city.(-End of pertinent to Valyrie)

( Tyrkhan )
The first Sixteen Droid Fighter-Bombers to arrive on the scene zeroed in on their targets. All angling for a different angle of attack as the ships began to bristle and welcome them with laser fire. Four of the droids switching to agility mode to disengage and maneuver out of the lanes of incoming fire while four more remained in boost mode to rocket forward. Their bomblet generators whirring madly as their hulls shook against the atmospheric speed. Two of them never making it as bolts struck true and caused them to detonate in a rather fantastical way. A shower of superheated metal racing the remaining two droids as they attempted to strafe the barges. Deploying a total of four energy bomblets before streaking away with a loud squall to regroup and attempt another pass.

The remaining eight droids shifted tactics entirely. Using their speed to break away and as they shut down the bomblet generator to engage the spray cannon.

Two taking opposite ends of the formation while the other six took the middles and began to pepper the ships relentlessly with a combination of speed and high volume of fire across the decks. All engaging their agility mode as they cleared on their first pass to gain maneuverability beneath the barges before streaking off below deck level to gain altitude and attempt another pass.

In the distance, another swarm of the little droid starfighters could be seen.(-End of pertinent to Myr'shenn)