Scratching Names Off The Naughty List [Sith Empire VS Mandalorians - Invasion of Yaga Minor]

[Gorba the Hutt]

GROUND FORCES
MAATs DEPLOYED FROM SUBJUGATOR-CLASS ASSAULT SHIP "MORNHUN"
Planet-side, Yagai City

The MAAT's shields kept the flames licking around the hull from burning up the entire ship as it hurtled toward the ground like a comet. The commander of the Mornhun clearly read the evil Empire officer handbook, because as soon as the Assault Ship entered low orbit it deployed all of 40 of its S90 MAATs straight for the nearest city. It wasn't a tribal village. The Yagai were civilized and experienced technicians. But it was not an epicenter of trade. It was, plain and simple, a city full of a noncombatant civilian population, with a Mandalorian garrison present who would no doubt put up a fight.

Shorn waited inside the MAAT alongside about 30 other soldiers, ready to unleash the filthy and contagious clouds of heady murder, spoil, and villainy upon the city. He thought that by now they should be experiencing some anti-air defense.

The ship shuddered.

Ah, there it was.

Anti-air turrets placed strategically throughout the city began to concentrate fire on the MAATs. Again, the commander of the Mornhun proved to have thoroughly enjoyed reading the evil Empire handbook. The Mornhun returned fire with its three turbolasers, wreaking absolute devastation upon the city as entire buildings housing anti-air systems simply vanished in a pillar of plasma-fire and rubble. The MAATs also opened fire, using composite beams indiscriminately upon civilian and military housing alike. Those who opposed the Empire would experience total war.

Shorn's MAAT settled in the middle of the city along with about 30 others and began deployed hundreds of troops. The green light shone and the bay door lowered. The stormtrooper platoon rushed out, Tycho followed at the rear.

The first thing he heard when he stepped off the ramp was the screaming. Bodies littered the city square. Most of them were civilian. Tycho glanced at his squad. They were in a defensive formation. A spray of dirt from sublight engine wash prompted Tycho to look back at the MAAT, which rose off the ground like some vengeful dragon and promptly fired two rockets into a nearby building. Shorn watched as it crumpled, going up in flames and smoke. His eyes turned toward the city again. There was so much smoke. Little pillars, everywhere. So this was what "subjugating" the Yagai looked like. He grimaced and stepped forward, dragging out his Sith Tremor Sword.

"Well gentlebeings, I suppose we should get to work. Our first objective is to seize the Mandalorian barracks in the city. It's only two blocks away." Shorn rested his blade on his shoulder. "Shall we be off?"

"Yes, sir," replied the squad Sergeant. "Let's go boys and girls, oorah!"

Tycho glanced up at the sky as green turbolaser lancets fell from the heavens like brimstone. His gaze dropped to the city square, where six thousand amassed soldiers and about twenty-five armored vehicles were preparing to conquer this city. Tycho just sighed and headed off in the direction of the Mandalorian Barracks, his squad in front of him. Time to work.

@[member="Garoth Do'Urden"]

 

[Zykhan]

It hadn’t taken long for the humidiy of the temperate forest to set in, the sound of rushing water replaced with blazing fires overhead and screeching gunfire. The planet had erupted into a warzone and Mortivious was missing it. The five other troops that were still alive provided a distraction for whatever Mandalorian gods of war decided to bring their salvation unto the Sith. The troops were nothing more than cannon fodder at this point and they knew it, their guns on high alert and their heads squirming as though always checking over their shoulder.

There was a tickle at the back of Croix’s neck, a small tingle like he had someone’s eyes resting firmly against his head. He brushed it off as his soldiers questioning whether to trust him or not, he didn't heed the warning considering their judgement would come. He hadn’t been wise enough yet to understand it was the Force guiding him and he would pay likely for that oversight in Sith trooper blood. Nonetheless the mood among the entire group traveling toward the river was very hostile, both inwardly and outwardly, death came from all corners in war.

@[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Krag"] @[member="Juthan'Athar"]

As the battle raged, Verz gave orders for gound forces, fleet changes, and the like. As the Mandalore was looking at the current fleet formations, he heard a bridge officer call out to him.

"Mandalor! We have a hail from a Sith shuttle!"

Verz considered it for a moment, then called to the comm officer.

"Patch it through."

 

[Marcus Faust]

Yaga Minor
Ground

All was silent aboard the shuttle of Marcus Faust, not a trooper was stirring, not even a mouse. Okay enough with the chirstmas rhymes people. The instant the S90 MAAT touched down and the doors sprung open, the armored nightmare that was Faust stepped out alongside a platoon of the Empire's finest, the 141st. His apprentice, @[member="Clara Foster"] was there as well, simply adding to the destructive capacity of Marcus' retinue. The mandos had a fight coming.

Stepping out of the transport Faust solemnly marched towards his objective, his men marching in a perfect formation behind their commander. Stormtroopers, the Empire's finest, none would stand in their way. After all who could stand against the tide of the Empire's war machine?

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Space near the Mandalore's ship

@[member="Verz Horak"]

Krag snorted as the communication went through to the Mandalore, who he could barely sense on the bridge of the ship. His more minor force powers were slowly weakening ever since the curse befell him. The giant lizard, with the skin of ash, spoke in a voice of thunder into the communications array. He wished to challenge Verz to single combat, a tradition also upheld in Gruag society when two leaders had a dispute. Though the tradition was rarely invoked since the end of the Graug's "Cleansing War", each of the leader caste of Krag's clan was made to learn the tradition.

"So, Mandalore, we finally meet on the fields of battle. I have long awaited to meet the people who have held a reputation as true warriors and predators throughout the galaxy. I was disappointed when I came to find that the Mandalorian people have been replaced with whimpering children who have spoiled their lands with weakness and dishonor. I will find great pleasure in watching as your people are slaughtered and murdered in the name of true power...true honor. Every drop of blood split here today will cleanse the soil of this planet and redeem it from its path of weakness...this is not enough though is it Mandalore?" Krag spoke with a sinister and mocking tone, he wasn't one for long speeches unless it gave him the satisfaction of further dishonoring an opponent such as Verz "Even the most simple minded of warriors know that a people are not truly cleansed of their weakness until they have been baptized in the blood of their incompetent and unworthy rulers. The Graug ans the Sith know this I lack the thought that the foolish Mandolorians do as well." With a final snort, Krag wrapped up his speech with a booming growl that would make ears ring "I am Imperial Krag, High General of the Imperial Clan of the Graug and Knight of the Sith! I challenge you, Mandalore, to single combat!"

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Aboard the Dzu'ari
Yaga Minor [Space]

The Sith Knight known as Kära made her way towards the bridge with sure-footed steps. Closely following behind were Skydd, her personal droid bodyguard, and not far behind them strode the Ashborn along with young Sin atop his shoulders. The little boy would point and gasp whenever they would walk by a window overlooking the massive fleets below and around them, watching the enormous scale of it all with big, widened eyes. Thyrian figured they were in no hurry per se, and so would occasionally halt his movement so that little Sin could gaze out the windows. The boy's complete wonder of what he beheld on the other side of the thick transparisteel; the turbo lasers firing repeatedly in rapid succession, along with rocket batteries bombarding the large ships and planet alike - it was an awe-inspiring display of firepower, no doubt about it. The Ashborn remained quiet, allowing the boy to take in the scenery for himself. Space battles would become a normal occurrence for him from now on, though granted not all of this size and scope, but for a 10 year old boy fresh off of Coruscant for his first time, this was without question a lot to take in. Standing close to the window, so as to not be in the way for the crew rushing along the corridor, the two of them were able to look down and see the planet below become ravaged by bombardments and a sea of drop pods make their way down the mesosphere and stratosphere, before becoming engulfed in the cloudy sky below.

No doubt to the boy's great dismay, they could not linger for too long and so the Ashborn turned and followed the corridor towards the bridge, where his master and Skydd had already arrived. After bending his knees so that little Sin would not hit his head on the archway, they stepped onto the bustling bridge. The newly appointed Sith Emperor sat in his Admiral's Chair, taking in the hasty reports given to him by the busy crew. The man sitting on the throne was also Kära's father, and so doubled the necessity for the Ashborn to keep him safe; the Emperor of the Sith Empire, as well as of his master's blood - to Thyrian, this man was as important as anyone could get in the Galaxy. Deciding to not interrupt the no doubt very busy Commander, and his master Kära alike, he took the shoulder-riding Sin to gaze out the forward window, where a full view of the battle was on display. It was truly massive. Smiling underneath his mask as the boy marvelled at the scene, almost resembling a painted picture upon a large, dark canvas, the Ashborn could not help but share the fascination. The Dzu'ari was high above the serious fighting, and so only were hit by the occasional stray shot, hardly making itself known to those inside. They were safe to overlook the onslaught. A fleet of Imperial ships stood between them and the Mandalorians. The flagship of the Sith Emperor himself would be the most well-protected of them all, more than capable of defending itself should the need arise. Even so, Thyrian raised a hand to pat the young boy on his head for reassurance.

@[member="Dranok Lussk"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] @[member="Sin Lykos"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

War.

Once again we have returned to the glorious field of war, the cannons thundering and men dying in droves as artillery fire and well place infantry fire rips men and woman to shreds. Kaine could feel the carnage slowly building to a crescendo as the shuttle began it's descent into Yaga Minor's atmosphere, flames billowing around the protective hull as they rode into the very pits of hell itself. The soldiers are Kaine were all garbed in pitch black armor trimmed with maroon, and sporting a blackened blade sigil upon their right breast. The dreaded Blackblade Legion had come to finish what they and their lord started all those years ago under Emperor Moridin, and they would fight with a zealous fury unseen before in any confrontation before this. Absently Kaine rubbed his right ankle, scars still permeating the flesh where a Mandalorian crushgauntlet shattered his ankle and foot during the First War, and he distinctly remembered impaling that offending Mandalorian upon a steel spike in the nearby rubble and leaving him to die.

The shuttle had entered the atmosphere, and immediately came under a constant barrage of anti-air fire from the capital city. The left side of the ship suddenly vanished in a ball of fire and steel, sucking many soldiers out with the sudden pressure change. Kaine himself was not threatened by such a threat, his strength and mastery of the force keeping him grounded to the floor as the ship began to tilt down towards the ground for a crash landing. The impact killed more soldiers than the loss of the left side of the ship, many being crushed against the walls and bulkheads as metal met hard ground. The shuttle skidded across the ground for quite a long time before finally crushing to a stop on the outskirts of the capital city, despite the amount of casualties and injuries sustained by the soldiers they immediately moved out of the wreckage and began to create a perimeter around the crash site. Kaine strode out from the wreckage nearly unharmed except for a few nicks and cuts on his face, the force shield he created protected him from the majority of the debris thrown around during the crash.

"Form up, Legionaires! We're going to storm the city with the rest of the Imperial army, but it seems we landed a little short of our intended target. I want you to leave the grievously injured here and continue on with me into the city, we're going to give these Mandalorians a beating they're never forget. Now, move out!" The Blackblades saluted and began their infiltration of the city proper, guns blazing and hungry for blood. They were met with resistance, as they would always be in a bloody conflict, but his Blackblades were tough SOBs, and they had fought Mandalorians before years ago, and now they could finally rekindle their bloodlust against warriors of near equal footing. Kaine himself joined in the fighting, unsheathing his lightsaber to hack and carve a path through any warriors that came his way, and used his gauntlet to unleash deadly blasts of dark side energy at clumped groups of enemies killing many in one shot and sending the survivors scattering like trash in the wind.

None would survive this day.

 

[Nezuel]

Aboard the Revelation: Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer
Yaga Minor [SPACE]

Standing upon the bridge of one of The Empire's machines of war, overlooking the battle between two fleets, Nezuel found it odd, yet entirely understandable that many sith did not prefer to lead forces when it came to space combat. Most did not simply have the intellectual, emotional, or possible capacity for such a task. Most sith were monsters of war, born from it for it. Yet even as much as they fed off of the suffering of others it was often times a short thing. They preferred to meet their enemy in combat, give them one perfect slice, then move on to the next enemy without pause. Their battles were very frequent and quick....his were less so. In space combat one did not simply have a body to protect or destroy. There were objectives to destroy, details to notice. A lightsaber was a miraculous tool that would stop almost any enemy in a sith or jedi's tracks yet against a space ship it was useless. Instead his weapon would be the plans in his mind and on the battlefield, the fighters and bombers that flew with the torrents of energy released from the ships themselves.

He turned from his internal thoughts and rejoined the battle. The mandolorian fleet had arrived and it was finally time to put on some degree of a plan to this invasion, not the simple slaughter that had resulted in the destroyed stations they had first fired upon. Nezuel noted that the larger ship, the flagship, probably held the Mandalore upon it. Taking out such a ship first would weaken the resolve and moral of the troop in the battle but any lone ship that target the beast would most likely draw attention from the mandalorian fleet. Instead of attacking the flagship he gave orders to start attacking the smaller cruisers and carriers. If they took out the enemy's ability to deploy and destroy fighters and bombers the battle would be theirs.

 

[Arage Bao]

GROUND FORCES
MAATs DEPLOYED FROM SUBJUGATOR-CLASS ASSAULT SHIP "MORNHUN"
Planet-side, Yagai City


Yaga Minor, a Mandalorian world made famous by its vast shipyards and they were invading it. The Mandalorians had become weak and the Sith Empire only respects the borders of strong nations, so it was a natural course of action. To invade and conquer their lands. Not that the Mandalorians had nothing to say about it. But the Emperor was sure they would be able to crush them. Garoth was not so sure about it. Wars are not through sheer numbers; strength and resolve are important factors as well. But who was he to tell the Emperor how to wage a war.

As a Sith Knight he had been assigned to one of the Sith Platoon's. Interesting enough one of the men leading a squad in said platoon was Tycho Shorn. A man who he regarded as one of the few true friends he had. Garoth was too busy reorganizing the platoon to accommodate the fifty mercenary troops he brought with him, to have a word with him in the hangar. He made sure they stayed close to him on all times. In a fight they would be more useful than a standard Imperial Trooper.

Landing on the planet, Garoth issued orders to the respective squad leaders and then walked up to Tycho while nodding to him.

“Tycho, I did not expect to see you here in the mud with the rest of us. Glad to have you with us, I left command to own of my Lieutenants. He is more experienced with being platoon leader anyway. What do you say, want to hit the Mandalorian Barracks together? I am bringing a squad of battle-hardened mercenaries with me.”

He then offered his hand to Tycho and raised his brow in a question.

@[member="Tycho Shorn"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Liberty's Veil dropped out of hyperspace on the edge of the battle, blinking for a moment on all the ships scanners before vanishing again from sight. Nothing the sith nor mandalorians had would be able to detect her presence. Mia watched Yaga Minor draw near, her stomach tightening. This is where Velok had died, this was where she had received all his memories. They had destroyed the generators for the planetary shields, the planets greatest defense. She had been gone to long now to know whether they were operational or not, but the Veil's scanners were picking up enemy forces on the ground, so her best bet was to assume it was one of the many things that had yet to be fixed.

She opened a channel for the Ash'amur, "Su cuy'gar Mand'alor." she said softly, "Looks like you need an extra pair of hands."

@[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Olom Grihk"] @[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] @[member="Kadala Skirata"] @[member="Lavania"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Allison Willamina"] @[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Mirshen"] @Paega Anginous @[member="Azrael"] @[member="Aedan Miles"] @[member="Tycho Shorn"] @Garoth Do'Urden

Well of course Azrael would assume that HK would be somewhere else, it's not like the droid did not join the Mandalorians before on their misadventures, or considered himself a Mandalorian. In fact, the droid was already on the planet's surface! But where? Well that was another question, unanswered right now.

Azrael and Verz would simply get this transmission from him
[Mandalorian] "This is Baron HK, Iron Knight, joining this assault as due for what I owe to Mandalorians, I fight as one of you today, not member of the Protectorate, I have relayed your signal to Fondor, I am sure Protectorate will send more reinforcements. Glory all, good hunting."

And after that, of course he had to introduce himself to others,
This communicate would be heard on public channels, especially for the ground-forces, who HK will be engaging.
"Greetings, I am the First Baron of the Protectorate, Colonel Observer Iron Knight, Rider of Giant Arachnid, Regent Skewer of Kaeshana, Pirate Scourge of Maramere, The Siege Tower of Pyre, Eldest of My Kind. I have existed for 4,836 years, in that time I have slain 3 Sith Emperors, one of them impaled and cut in half vertically on Yavin 4 when I protected a lost Jedi Temple, one beheaded on Mustafar in a one-on-one duel, and last one hanged from the window of his personal quarters in a palace on Korriban, 13 Sith Assassins, 38 Sith Knights, 17 Sith Apprentices, 183 Sith Soldiers, 2 Jensaarai Grandmasters, 8 Jensaarai Knights, 1 Wound in the Force, 18 Force Vampires, 151 Force Undead, 281 Undead, 29 Jedi Knights, 134 Republic Soldiers, 13 Eldorai Angelii, 1 Mandalore, 13 Mandalorian Crusaders, 396 Pirates and Slavers, 326 Bando Gora Cultists, 94 Reavers, 47 True Reavers, 5 Bando Gora priests, 9 Daemons, 6 Giant Arachnids, 410 Seperatist Droids, and a Wampa."

There was a short break in the broadcast as the droid went over his body count, which may seem grandiose, but it is actually more or less correct, those were numbers of enemies he was able to defeat in this community and previous one. The larger numbers are ball-parks, of course, the kills of Emperors are correct at least. Before too long, he continued

"I do not know who you are. I do not know what you strive for. If you are looking for wealth and power, I can tell you I do not have money and Sith power is cyclical, not ever lasting. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you leave this planet now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you do not, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."

There was another pause in the broadcast

"By the way, just to be clear, I am a Mandalorian War Droid."

And with that, silence as the battle begun

@[member="Marcus Faust"]
And speaking of battle, Marcus's march through the forest could be describe as uneventful up towards one point where there was a loud sound of
CRASH-CARACK
Heard, and a groan.

One of his fine stormtroopers fell to the ground with bloody shower, something slammed and crashed through his chest, the enemy was unseen and unheard. Before they could realize what was happening, another grievous sound of sickly
CRASH-CARACK
As another stormtrooper had his armor burst open like a carapace of a lobster getting pierced with a spike, it seems the attack were more or less silent.

Upon closer examination Marcus would realize quickly that somebody, or something, was shooting at them with a shattergun from distance, a sniper of sorts it seemed, hopefully he would be able to come up with evasive actions quickly.

Because few more of his soldiers fell to the ground with a shower of blood as the projectile from shattergun slammed into them, and those guns were able to break through most armor while staying silent.

 

[Lief]

Aboard the Dzu'ari
Yaga Minor [SPACE]
Objective: Capture The Shipyards
---

Her relations with @[member='Dranok Lussk'] had approved considerably since their past few encounters with one another. The older Sith had been teaching her the basics of Fleet Command, but they had barely cracked the surface. As such, with the Invasion looming, she had committed herself, @[member='Thyrian Ashborn'] and @[member='Sin Lykos'] to aid the Emperor's fleet in their objective to capture the Mandalorian shipyards. More so than this, she had been called to the Bridge to assist her Father turned-Admiral-turned-Emperor. This would be a wonderful way to engage her youngest student, Sin, in the art of warfare, without creating an unnecessary risk to his person. He was, after all, still barely ten years of age, with next to no experience. In many ways he was the son she would never have, treated as such by herself, as something to guard by Thyrian and, if all went to plan, hopefully Dranok might see him in such a way, also. But there was no telling what his response to the boy would be.

"My Lord Emperor" she greeted him by, with a sweeping bow of respect. As a Sith she adhered to the chain of command, viewing order as the pinnacle precept of her person. Chaos could reign alongside order if organized correctly, it was a natural part of the Sith, it was why they sought to conquer and control. It was for such a reason that Dranok had her full support and respect at this present moment in time, without throwing him being her Father into the mix. Of course the latter was not known by and large within the Empire - with only a handful of individuals aware of the fact. She only spoke once he had finished with his command, and as she rose up the steps to the raised command-centre of the bridge she stepped towards his person. As she once again inclined her head she allowed her voice to drop to an even quieter decibel than usual. "Father" she murmured, as an added tier to her respect. Then she stepped back, and gestured behind herself. This was a direct indication for Thyrian to step forwards, with her son upon his shoulders.

"This is Thyrian, my former Apprentice and Knight of the Empire." Then her gesture swept up to the tiny, scrawny looking boy. Truth be told he looked much better now than he had when she whisked him away from Coruscant. "And this is Sin, my Apprentice and Son." She waited to see his reaction to the latter. He would know, of course, that this was not her real son - not by blood. Kara was as chaste as they came, and Dranok would have known prior to now if she had a son. Besides, he was half her age as it stood. "Thyrian, Sin, this is Emperor Lussk." The look she gave them commanded their respect, not only of herself but of Dranok. Stepping across to Thyrian's side her back was, for a brief moment, turned to Dranok. "Remember you speak with my voice and move with my body." She said, by way of warning, to not only her Apprentice but Thyrian also. As she found herself at his side, just a step infront of Thyrian, she turned back to face the Emperor and said, "As ever, and as formerly planned with yourself, we are at your command." And then, to Thyrian alone, she said, "See to it that Sin gains experience enough without risk to his person. I'm not ready for him to die just yet." The last bit was especially quiet, truth be told she did not want him to die full-stop, but at such a young age? With so little experience? No, that would not do.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Darth Mortivious"]

Basaba remained at a good distance, her sensors just racking the sith while the prepped their equipment. There was no reason to draw a fight out, that would just allow the sith to get into using the force or find the small but there gaps in their armor. Beskar didn't protect at the joints or arm pits but it could be minimized and with the gaunts that only became easier. Nothing like catching one of the dar'jetii's blades before punching them in the face. That was why the force breaker grenades were so very very useful to eliminating some of the dishonor they would use. So she moved keeping the sensors and longest range they could on the viewfinders. Her glare if looks could kill would have made a fine meat paste of Morticious head. Basaba spoke low. "Dar'jetii solus, besbe'trayce oya."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

GROUND FORCES
MAATs DEPLOYED FROM SUBJUGATOR-CLASS ASSAULT SHIP "MORNHUN"
Planet-side, Yagai City

"Hello Garoth," Tycho's grip was that relaxed handshake of an individual confident in his own abilities and not seeking to prove anything to anyone. Or at least, not this @[member="Garoth Do'Urden"]. Shorn's bright green eyes glanced up at the sky as another turbolaser thunderously struck the ground like lightning from on high. The ground trembled. "Fair weather day for us, though I cannot say the same for the Mandalorians. Let's go subjugate."

Green eyes fell upon his squad as it rolled ahead of him in the rolling T formation. Already, pockets of resistance were springing up. The Mandalorians had not been exactly taken by surprise, yet they were ill prepared for such total measures the Empire was willing to take. Like burning down entire houses full of Yagai men, women, and children just to destroy the defense turrets the next building over. It was usually the Mandalorians who wreaked such destruction on others. It was a bitter cup to drink.

Yagai resistance fighters sprang out of a nearby building. There were two dozen of them, but even armed with blasters it was not enough. Shorn's squad immediately opened fire as Sergeant Nancy, a tall, lanky man, started shouting orders.

"Contact right, contact right! Suppressing fire!"

Corporal Bravo swiveled and fired in unison with Lance Corporal Judd. Blaster bolts ripped through the chests of two Yagai, felling them instantly. Private Hansom squeezed his trigger repeatedly, shredding several Yagai. The return fire from the indigenous population fell on the armored stormtroopers, their plastoid deflecting glancing shots.

As for, Tycho, he had closed his eyes as soon as the fight began and drawn in the Dark Side's pulsing shadows, feeling tremors in the Force. Time seemed to slow as Shorn moved with the speed and grace only a Force User could possess, his precognitive senses flaring to life along with his brilliant green eyes. His sword shimmered silver as it danced elegantly through the air, connecting with blaster bolts and batting them precisely back at their targets. Such was Shorn's precision and footwork, that several times he managed to deflect a bolt meant for one of his troops. And then he became the magnet for fire. Plasma bolts screamed in at him from every angle and sweat beaded his golden brow as he twisted and contorted his body, deflecting shots meant for his head or chest. The ferocity of battle consumed him. And then suddenly, it was all over.

He stood panting and staring aimlessly, slowly awareness came back as the adrenaline faded and his green eyes took in the bodies littering the ground. All Yagai. Something was hissing. Shorn glanced at his sword. Hot, blistering smoke rose from it in coils. He straightened his shoulders and attempted a smile. It had all been so.... easy. Tycho's green eyes looked further up the road. How many more incidents would occur like this one? Shorn's smile turned to a grimace and he motioned with his sword.

"Let's move before any more of these Yagai get up the courage to follow suit."

 

[Paige Argous]

@[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Allison Willamina"]

Paega and her small group of soldiers rejoined the rest of the survivng members near the crash site, having surveyed their surroundings. The blonde Sith Knight was fairly sure that she had seen the river before on a map before they had landed, and using that valuable piece of information, she planned to pinpoint her location and go from there.

The surviving crew had scavenged the destroyed ship for anything that could be of use. That included food supplies, a number of weapons, stocks of ammunition, and even a navigation guide. "There appears to be a local town only a few miles down from our current location." informed her lieutenant when Paega arrived. "Lovely. Prepare the troops. We're going to be taking over that town." she said.

Paega took another look around their surroundings while her troops prepared. The Force told her that there were Mandalorians somewhere near. One way or another, the female Sith knew that they were going to be facing them in combat soon. After all, the Mandalorians would fight to keep their town of Imperial reach. "Lieutenant, have your men prepared to fire at a moment's notice." she instructed. And with no further waiting, Paega and her group of about four dozen or so troopers left their crashed ship and dead comrades behind and headed towards the local town.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan looked at Krag as he spoke, then at the holocom. The Mandalore would respond one way or another, in the meantime he had his men prepare themselves by switching on a ready light. If the Mandalore would not let them in, his men would unload and head into the main body of the ship. With only 180 Cragmoloids at Juthan's command, he hoped for the first option, or the Mandolorians would be massacred and their ship taken by force. He smiled at the thought and breathed in, turning his conversation back to the hail. @[member="Krag"] @[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

YAGA MINOR - GROUND
THE RIVER
@[member="Darth Mortivious"]

On the other side of the river, hidden in some foliage on the bank, Vertorix lay in the prone shooting position. A CZ-836 Assault Rifle stock pressed into the shoulder pauldron of his ruddy, earth-toned armor. River mud caked the beskar and he spread it around for additional camouflage. A nutrient frame housing a single yslamar sat next to him, also hidden beneath foliage. The Force bubble the lizard projected turned the area round Vertorix into a place void of the Force. Meaning no karking Sith could sense him. Even if the yslamar ended up dying somehow, Vertorix wore a Taozin amulet, rendering him invisible in the Force.

Ambush in place, Vertorix peered through his helmet's HUD and down the sights of the assault rifle, centering the red target reticle on the chest of one of the five stormtroopers. Vertorix squeezed the trigger. Crack! Crack! Two slugs pierced the white plastoid chestplate, staining it red and knocking the stormtrooper down. The muzzle flash might give away his position, so Vertorix had to work quickly. He shifted his aim to the next stormtrooper in line and fired, a single round caught the Imperial in the head, sending a spray of pink mist into the air, which caught the light just so, violently beautiful. Vertorix grunted in appreciation and moved on down the line toward his next target.

One by one, they would all go down. Then it would be just him and the Sith.

 

[Zykhan]

RIVER

Mortivious’s senses erupted at the sound of blaster fire. His first couple troopers dropped, leaving him and the other three. He saw the bright flash of light escaping from the brush ahead. Onyx colored eyes scanned for any more, there were none, then another flash of light headed for the third trooper. The Sith Apprentice’s lightsaber leapt to his hands, igniting immediately and catching the third sniper bolt and sending it far away. The troopers still left were on very high alert now, shooting at the jungle like mad men.

Alaxander’s lightsaber then extended toward where the sniper came from. “Shoot there, take him out.” It wasn’t long before one of the troopers tossed a frag grenade in that general area. “I feel there is another disturbance in this area. Show yourself!” The sith apprentice demanded.

@Vertorix
@[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Vertorix"] @[member="Darth Mortivious"]

Basaba heard the shots and moved quicker, with a sprint as her two men fired the Mystasaur grenade launchers. With a pop pop sound the twin incendiary anti-force user grenades went off. Designed by Hevana and made for one purpose... If pushed or pulled they detonated sending a nice cascade of fire or whatever else was needed. Pop pop the second sound was twin breaker gas grenades. The real anti force user weapon. Those without filters on their helmets would experience the gas to its full effects and now Basaba jumped bounding off a rock to use the explosions for cover. He rifle swung fored firing on fully automatic. "Di'kutla."

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="HK-36"], @[member="Basaba Willamina"], @[member="Verz Horak"],

Yaga Minor - on the ground

< Data upload commencing >
< Mission: Yaga Minor, Mandalorian territory >
< Mission Specifics: Aid in terminating hostile organic lifeforms designated as Sith. Abiding by Mandalorian-Protectorate Agreement >
< Parametres: Search and Destroy >

The message sent by @[member="Azrael"] had indeed been relayed to Fondor, capital of the Omega Protectorate. The present situation of the Protectorate was less than ideal. Indeed it found itself encircled by powers that for the most part could only be assumed to be hostile or at beast neutral. It had recently won a crushing victory at Gehenna, finally exterminating the Bando Gora down to the last Reaver, but in many ways it had been a Pyrrhic victory, coming at a staggering cost. But such was true war, not simple skirmishes, paid with a price of blood. Those who failed to meet the challenge, those who were insufficiently strong and ruthless were swept aside and forgotten. Moira did not care either way - if an empire went down, it went down and she was certainly not taken in by the 'Conqueror of Gehenna', who had ordered her to go here. As the space battle was fought between Sith and Mandalorian forces, as their war vessels clashed, a dropship swooped down and descended into Yaga Minor's atmosphere.

Inside sat Moira Skaldi, still as a statue, rigid, unflinchinly calm as the craft descended. She did not spend her time with dramatic speeches about her heroism - for she did not care what others, organics especially - thought of her anyway and if the Omegan soldiers in her squad were insufficiently motivated to fight she would put the fear of the Gods into them. Below her hell was breaking loose, cannons thundering, Sith and Mandalorians clashing, the flames of war could spread across the land and consume all that stood in their paths. The weak would be culled, the wheat separated from the chaff. Such was how it would have to be, for organics were inherently murderous. As flak guns shot out a barrage of fire against the invading Sith dropships, she remained still.


Of course...there would be the day when...the Galaxy moved with the precision of a clockwork. But today was not the day. Eyes flashing briefly, she opened up a transmission to the Mandalore and Azrakel. Omega Pyre reinforcements are inbound. Request update on tactical situation on the ground. Electronics were so much more efficient than the verbal communication organics used, she switched the channel to contact HK-36. Droid History Month is initiated. About to land. Current situation? The transport ship sped through the air and came in to land a bit further away from the Mandalorian outpost. The landing ramp was lowered and abruptly Moira arose from her seeming slumber, eyes flashing briefly as a platoon of Omegan soldiers streamed out, kitted out for war with their boltguns, but then in the final analysis they were expendable. She grabbed her weapons, a Mark One Boltgun with considerable force-user killing credentials, grenades of the anti-force user variety provided to them by Hevana Martin, and a scatter gun, along with the dagger she always carried with her, the one with the runes on the blade from the Artam days. And last but not least the agent herself was a weapon, not organic but an HRD. Appearing human and even fragile on the surface, but designed to deliver murder in a Galaxy where power came out of the barrel of a gun.