Junction Shadows Fall | Junction of Enclave-Roon, Maw-Schesa

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

C A L M - B E F O R E - T H E - S T O R M​

Being congratulated by her Alor for her efforts made Gwyneira beam. She made a happy squeaking kind of noise, which may have been heard through the com channel, and spoke with audible joy, "Yes, Alor!"

As she steered Cabur'tomad in the direction she sensed the ships, however, she could feel them coming oh so closer. She paused before reaching and tapping the cloaking device, just in case. Said cloaking device was crafted by Gwyneira herself, with Arkanian brilliance. Even the most advanced of Chiss scanners would be unable to detect the ship cloaked like this. Cabur'tomad slipped into a sleep like state as through the beautiful nebula, she saw shapes in the fog.

Omen had caught it as well. Gwyn raised an eyebrow at all the happenings before smirking in approval. Turning off everything and being ready to spring a trap away from Shai's fleet? It was a... brilliant plan. The half Arkanian could approve. She herself was unsure whether to rely on her cloaking device or follow in Omen's footsteps. She bit her lip, then whispered to Cab, "We're shutting everything off and going with Omen's plan. Get ready to snap into action when needed."

With that, everything on the ship save the cloak itself switched off. Gwyn reached and tapped the oxygen on her buy'ce so she could breathe. Now, there was an unsteady calm before the storm.

TLDR

Spoiler

- Shai has made Gwyn's day telling her she did a good job and now the entire friendly fleet knows about it cause of her audible reaction. Shai Maji

- Gwyn is close to Omen's position as the enemy fleet closes in. CETCOM Sergeant Omen

- Gwyn goes along with what she can catch of Omen's plan, shutting everything on her ship off except the cloaking device.

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[Shai Maji]

ROON | CLOAK OF THE SITH NEBULA
ENCLAVE | TASK FORCE 3
FLEET: 2 Bes'drahr-class Heavy Cruiser | 6 Kyr'am-class Strike Frigate | The Vhipirheim
COMPLIMENT: Beviin-class Space Superiority Starfighter | 'Howler' Mk.1 Basilisk War Droid
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | Gwyneira Vizsla | Sergeant Omen | Alora Vizsla |
ENEMIES: DA MAW | CETCOM
ENGAGING: CETCOM
GEAR: In bio | Standard loadout​

Spoiler: tl;dr and fleet details

• Enclave fleet engages the Final Dawn ships
• Location broadcasted to other ships
• Shai falls down to Roon’s surface and contacts both Aron and Mongrel
• Ground forces engage Mawite wolves while snipers fire at targets in the distance

Fleet:

-Frigates:

• Bandit:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Surprise:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Speedy:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Purgil:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Milk Maid:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Harrier:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%

-Cruisers:

• Acheron:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Silence:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%

-Flagship:

• Vhipirheim:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%

SEWER WARS​

The fleet continued ahead in their scattered configuration, keeping their eyes and scanners peeled for any activity. ” Boss, the Venator powered down along with a few other craft. Lost track of them.” One of Shai’s officers spoke up as she looked to him. ”That’s fine. Good call on Omen’s part. We ain’t far from the lane so let’s keep their location accurate. Let’s see if we can push the enemy towards them, throw them around a bit. Update the drifting ships on the plan.” She ordered the man with a nod. He immediately turned to face his console, transmitting the message through the static of the comms.

:: Drifters be advised. Will attempt to push enemy vessels towards you. Proceed with caution. ::

Shai studied the readings on the screen in front of her as gears started to turn. ”Drop some Basilisks as well. Let them drift with the other ships as well. If we can break their shields, they can swoop in.”

Several dozen Basilisks powered down and fell off the hulls of the capital ships to join the other fighters in the void of the Nebula. Resembling nothing more than debris and rocks, they were virtually invisible to scanners as they lazily swirled through the cloud. ”In the meantime, switch to red alert. We’re closing in fast on the merchant lane so be ready for action.” Murmurs and snickers turned into howls of excitement as the alarms blared through the mothership. The message was sent to the other ships and soon the entire fleet was ready for action. ”We’re coming up on the merchant lane, boss! Three vessels spotted, star destroyers from the look of it.”

Shai grinned behind her helmet as she turned her attention to her comms. Gwyn’s reply was amusing to say the least, but anything to boost morale was good enough for the Wardog. :: All ships, get ready. ::

Like ghosts from the shadows, the Enclave ships emerged from the cover of the Nebula. Frigates passed from port to starboard with turbolasers spitting devastating salvos of plasma at the three star destroyers. Their shots alternated with the heavy ion cannons, intent on whittling down the shields of their enemy before their speed carried them into the void again.

Their strafing run was immediately backed up by the cruisers, with one coming from above while the other came from behind, repeating the actions with mass drivers and ion cannons. A quick attack that ended almost as soon as it began as the two ships passed and went for the void once more.

:: All ships, be advised, first contact made. Enemy engaged on Merchant Lane 1. Retreating back to Nebula for second run. Standby for updates. ::

The Mothership hung back from the engagement, sheltered by the Nebula but still with clear enough vision to keep an eye on what was happening. The holographic map instantly updated with the Enemy’s location while scanners picked away through the Nebula to get as much information on the enemy as possible.

”What’s the status on the ground?”

”First contact made, fighting is heating up. Galidraani forces also engaged the Maw.”

”Galidraani?”

”Confirmed. Wildcat battalion conducting training exercises on Roon. Commanding officer is-”

”Colonel Aron-karking-Gowrie. Kriffer never got back to me over that damned case I promised him.” Shai beamed behind the helmet. The Kellas made one hell of an impression on Nirauan, and she regretted not having fought alongside him again since that disaster of a fight.

This was an opportunity she didn’t want to miss out on.

”Jorrin, you got the chair. I’m going down there.”

The comms officer looked absolutely dumbfounded as the Wardog stood up. ”Wai-what?” He shouted as he got up. ”Yeah, I got unfinished business down there. There’s more than one veteran whose ass I wanna kick on that rock. Get a big gun pointed at Roon, I’ll take care of the rest.”

The man stared at her in shock before his attention turned to the rest of the speechless bridge. ”Um… alright, you heard the boss! Get back to it!” He barked as he dropped into the captain’s chair…

ROON | DABA’R
ENCLAVE | MARINE DETACHMENT
GEAR: Repeaters | Missile launchers | Sniper rifles | Rifles | Pistols | Shields | Varying armour
COMPLIMENT: Keldab-class Assault Dropships | 'Howler' Mk.1 Basilisk War Droids | 'Badger' Main Battle Tanks | Mandalorian Assault Walkers
ALLIES: ENCLAVE / NIO | Vulcan Krayt | Soloman Priest | Jiriad Galaar | DECEASED Aron Gowrie | Shakka Bralor | Open
ENEMIES: DA MAW | Jin X | The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr | Darth Mori | Open
ENGAGING: The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr​

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE​

Climbing into the loading system of a mass driver cannon was never something Shai thought of doing in her life. But with the current situation, she didn’t see any other viable way of getting to Roon’s surface. Plus ‘getting shot out of a cannon’ wasn’t something everyone could cross off their bucket list.

The enormous triple-barrelled gun rotated as the Wardog loaded into a barrel. With a thundering boom, Shai was sent flying through the Nebula until she neared the planet’s atmosphere. Her jetpack helped to keep her safe from the asteroids while her armound kept her insulated against the horrific conditions around her. Soon the atmosphere caught her and drew her in, engulfing her in flames as she entered it with ludicrous speed. Her armour’s decorative mane burnt away along with any other items that weren’t built to survive in the extreme conditions. But her armour held up and her HUD quickly mapped out the areas of the different units.

Finally she slowed with her jetpack and touched down on top of the Kellas’ tank, still smoking from the entry. :: Gowrie, you kriffer, you never told me if you got that case! :: Her voice boomed through the comms as she kicked the roof of his vehicle. :: Glad to see you in the fight, man! Keep the pressure on ‘em. If you need anythin’ then just radio my guys on the other side of the fight. :: Her jetpack carried her off again as soon as her message ended, taking her to the Enclave’s side of the engagement.

Another message was sent out, this time wide open and directed at one single entity on the battlefield. :: Yo mutt! Guess who’s here! I spoke to your avatars and they said you suck! :: She cackled over the comms as she came into view of the main force in the forest, her small silhouette visible over the trees for Mongrel to see clearly. :: Yoka to Bantha poodoo!* Come and get me, schutta! :: She continued with a maniacal laugh until she touched down beside Vulcan and Jos, who seemed understandably surprised.

”I don’t wanna hear it, Jos, get back to the mothership. I’ll take command here.” The Kel Dor stared blankly for a moment before leaving with a simple nod onboard one of the Basilisks.

The Wardog turned her attention down to Vulcan with a scorched vambrace slapping him on the back. ”Great to see you, kiddo! Now let’s kick some ass.” She quipped with a grin behind her T-visor.

Around them, the troops moved forward with their different units. Walkers flattened trees under their mechanical feet while others built fortifications and trenches.

But they wouldn’t be the first to make contact…

The Lyran regiment moved through the trees with their weapons at the ready. Some already split off, setting down traps and ambush positions while others scouted ahead. Their white armour bore their own markings to distinguish them from the rest of the Marines, along with one other marking on each soldier’s left pauldron.

A small, red badge, painted on to resemble a very familiar mark. The insignia of the Sith Empire.

:: Reminds you of the old days, huh? :: One of the soldiers spoke up.

:: Not by a longshot. This is still child’s play compared to what we saw. ::

:: Which means that this will also be- :: The soldier’s transmission cut off as a rustle in the jungle drew the attention of the former Sith troopers. Their rifles were at the ready in an instant as they scanned their surroundings.

:: Hargrin? Do you copy, over? :: The commander spoke up watching their surroundings. Another rustle and a trooper dropping into the thicket, but not before he cried out and fired off a few rounds. ”Ambush! Watch the thick brush!”

:: On the right! ::

The platoon’s guns turned immediately to a rustling drawing closer and particle bolts tore up the brush to drop one of the wolves. But one look made the soldiers scan their surroundings once more. :: Base, be advised! Lyran first platoon ambushed on the ridge! Maw’s using wolf droids. :: Their location was transmitted as the platoon kept moving, carefully watching their surroundings.

In another part of the jungle, a team of Lyran troopers hid in a tall tree with a very big gun resting on a branch.

They had a very simple target.

Any vehicles and big targets that might pose a threat. The tunneling devices were too big for their rifles, but the anti-air guns and other heavy pieces were certainly not.

The shot was the first thing to arrive, tearing apart one of the Mawite emplacements before a loud boom shattered through the air. Another explosion followed, with another snapping shot booming in the distance. ”Good shooting. Be ready to move.” One sniper said to his comrade, carefully watching the Maw through his binoculars.

High up on the mountains, the third recon team watched the activity. :: Third recon to base, Maw is using groundborers to make tunnels to your position. Be ready for attacks from below. :: He radioed in with a hushed voice.

Translation: *"You're bantha fodder."

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

Location: Roon
Objective1: We be fighting.
Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators, Magnetic Detonators, Perun's Call
Tag: Shai Maji | Soloman Priest | Jiriad Galaar | DECEASED Aron Gowrie

Vulcan had been checking the perimeter, instructing and helping fortify wayward pieces of camp defences. There is the looming threat of Maw just over the horizon. He knew this, he's been around enough battles to fully understand this. Still, he has never faced the Maw before, and this will be a steep learning curve, just like he tried to run before he could walk after his stay in hospital and training.

That was then, this was now. He had tasked himself with shooing fauna away from the area. Mostly the Lepidoptera, that seem to think of him as a big flower, without hurting a single one he shooed them off with no trouble.

He was not sensitive to the force, but even he could sense the tenseness in the air, everyone was not going too far into the jungle, those that scout far in, always kept their location public to the others, because, no help will come if they don't tell anyone where they are going. He learned that almost to the cost of his life on Dromund Kass.

This means they are easy pickings for an ambush if they go too far off course, the transmission came in, confirming what they tried to avoid; an ambush. Wolf Droids, the real thing is tricky enough, but now a droid version? That's made going out dangerous, but Vulcan has faced danger alone before, but it got him into serious trouble as well. With that, he used a twig to remove a beetle from his cybernetic leg and yeeted it into a bush nearby.

He would be going into the jungle with a group soon, so he needs to be well-armed and prepared because he does not know if he would run headfirst into a Wolf Droid and he doesn't fancy rescinding on the promise he made to Shai that he will come back again and again. Stubbornly refusing to die, as this is the way.

Then he had to ask Jos something, so he headed towards the Kel-Dor, then stopped, Nyr's harsh grating bellowing voice echoing in his head, he has not forgotten the last time he was in a base camp like this one, he must not leave his post, but he needed to ask about the Wolf Droids and how to destroy them. Still, he refused to move, he cannot get cold feet, Mandalorians don't get their feet cold.

But that was a long time ago and he's not a Pirate anymore, so he had made his move, he had not gotten far until a very familiar silhouette landed in camp and a very familiar voice drove his concerns far away from the central focus of his mind. Shai's here, and by the looks of it, here to stay. Vulcan had reached her side and he got a clap on his shoulder and a new burst of barely restrained energy, he was always looking to kick enemy ass all over a battlefield.

<"You bet I am ready to kick some Maw butt!"> Vulcan replied, ready for a fight.

 

[CETCOM]

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S H A D O W_O F_ M A N D A L O R E
Chapter 1 : Shadow's Fall

FINAL DAWN
CLOAK OF THE SITH , OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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TASK FORCE TYRANNUS - GROUP AUREK

Commanding Officer : Colonel Viktor Wilhelm

FDS Inferno [100|72] FDS Oppressor [100|72] FDS Enforcer [100|72]

“Sir , Enclave Warships. They’re coming out of the Nebula!” an Officer cried out. Soon enough , Half a Dozen of Frigates and a Pair of Cruisers suddenly emerged from the Nebula opening fire on Colonel Wilhelm’s Trio of Tyrant Star Destroyers unleashing rapid volleys of Plasma Fire , Mass Drivers and Ion Cannons upon the Tyrants before disappearing into the Nebula. The Sudden attack had caught Wilhelm’s Star Destroyers off-guard with the Enclave Warships managing to slip away before the Tyrants could return a single shot , but nevertheless Wilhlem had them exactly where he wanted.

“Status Report” the Colonel asked. “Shield Integrity down to 72 percent.” an Officer began. “The Rest of the Fleet is otherwise intact.” the Officer continued. Everything was going according to plan , all the Colonel needed to do now was to find a way to lure the Mandalorian Ships back towards the exterior of the Nebula without causing them to grow suspicious of their movements. “Deactivate our Shields.” Colonel Wilhelm ordered. The entire Bridge crew went silent almost suddenly, their gaze shifted towards the Colonel. The Captain of the Inferno , who stood beside him turned to look at him and uttered a single word. “Colonel?” It was clear that the Crew and the Captain were confused by these orders but the Colonel knew exactly what to do.

“Bring down the Shields.” he said again. “I have something planned for these Mandos , now bring down the Shields , that’s an order Captain.” Wilhlem said in a serious tone. He meant what he said. If the hatred these Mandalorians had for the Sith was so intense as the Grand Overseer had stated then what he had planned for them would most certainly work. Soon enough the Shields were down and the Tyrant-Class Star Destroyers were now vulnerable to more attacks. Another Officer then spoke up just as the Shields were being deactivated. “Sir , the Oppressor is picking up a strong power signature to it’s left.” The Colonel then walked towards the viewports of the Bridge of the Oppressor looking leftwards to seek out whatever was emitting this power signature.

“All Ships halt the advance and hold position.” the Colonel said. “All Portside Batteries focus on that Power signature. That might be the enemy Fleet coming back for their second attack run and I intend to make our retreat look convincing.” Whatever was out there it was headed towards him , and it was most certainly a hostile ship. Nevertheless these Mandalorians had yet to know what the Grand Overseer had in store for them and when they would find out , it would already be too late for them.

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Tag [Final Dawn/BotM] | OPEN
Tag [Enclave] | Shai Maji | Sergeant Omen | Gwyneira Vizsla | Alora Vizsla ​

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[Baxter Weyland]

ALLIES: Keilara Kala'myr | Shai Maji | Vulcan Krayt | Soloman Priest | Jiriad Galaar | Shakka Bralor | Archer Fallon | DECEASED Aron Gowrie

OPPOSITION: The Mongrel | Jin X | Firrerreo | Darth Mori

313th Sabretooths, First Batallion, 19th Company "Blisterbacks"
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"If you got time to ask stupid questions then you aren't shooting enough of them." Baxter barked in response to his fresh-faced subordinate not bothering to turn away from the rotary cannons whose ends began to glow with the heat of sustained fire. They were almost down, the landing zone becoming just clear enough for them to step from their dropship without landing on top of a writhing Moon Child. Beneath the bucket, Baxter's expression was blank, devoid of feeling, even the grin he'd worn seconds earlier had gone away.

"All yours flyboy." Baxter called to the displaced door gunner, bringing his rifle to bear and taking the step off the gunship and into the maw of battle. In an instant he let off a burst of fire, ionized tibbana cutting through the air and cutting down a rabid lunatic as it scrambled over the corpses of its fallen towards them. Another burst took a second one, and a third lunged forwards only for the edge of his vibroblade to swing free of his back and deep into the Moon Child's torso. Blood sprayed and the thing was shot twice by someone behind him before it could scream.

'BLISTERBACK, ON ME!!!! THERE'S WORK T'BE DONE!!!!'

They were ten seconds past initial engagement, and the Sergeant had already figured out why they'd been sent for this one, he was madder than the best of the 313th, Baxter just knew it. It wasn't a bad thing in his mind, it simply meant that this was going to be an eventful deployment. Their captain barked for the Blisterbacks to fall in, but Baxter would see to his own.

"In tight on the colonel, and keep up, anyone who falls behind gets sent to the 501st! Don't y'all go disappoint General Barran by 'makin us look bad." He jeered, punctuating the transmission with two more kills as the Stormtroopers pounded the mud beneath them as they made their advance. Now he was smiling, giddy with the adrenaline of war.

 

[Shakka Bralor]

O B J E C T I V E: 1 No sith No Exceptions Part 4

Location:Roon, South Daba'r Coast
Allies: DECEASED Aron Gowrie Shai Maji Vulcan Krayt Soloman Priest Jiriad Galaar Baxter Weyland Archer Fallon
Enemies: The Mongrel Keilara Kala'myr Darth Mori Tu'teggacha Jin X Firrerreo
Equipment:Equipment In Bio
Song:
Shakka moved with purpose and fury. If there was an enemy vehicle she destroyed, an enemy soldier met her blade death was dealt quickly and onward she pushed one thing on her mind finding the sith these mawites were clearly buying time for with their lives. Her sensors picked up a howling noise and locked her on to something falling from orbit she was about to turn away when she got something from it she hadn’t expected a friendly IFF ping. She blinked in surprise and hit her comms to broadcast on Enclave frequencies.

<”To the mad fool who just dropped out of the sky. This is Shakka Bralor. I'm moving towards a Maw encampment. If you wanna join the party just follow the coordinates I just pinged you or follow the explosions and screaming your choice. Shakka Bralor out.”>

She had to laugh that the battlefield was getting rather busy in comparison to her usual commando raids against enemy installations. As suddenly she heard the hum of repulsorlift engines and the whine of blaster fire she locked into to see gunship with rotaries leveling into the waves of crazy beast men. Between firing at the beast men and the fact that the door guns were manned by stormtroopers these must be more forces from the NIO backing Wildcat one. She reached out on the same frequency hoping to catch them.

<”Inbound gunship this Hawkbat 1-2 I assume your here backing Wildcat one sending you the uplink data with approximate enemy location enjoy Hawkbat 1-2 out.”>

The beast men were thinning; she hoped that was a sign that she was getting closer to the camp she was hunting. She pushed on a another vehicle came charging way this one was ablazing howling beast men clambered along it’s hull as it flew she grinned grimly before hoisting her missile launcher firing she watch the missile spin punching through glassteel canopy before detonating with fury sending the vehicle catapulting over her

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[Cerar Vizsla]

A L E R T

Objective: Protect The Enclave's Home
Equipment: Si'kahya Beskar'gam (Jorir Variant), Mandalorian vambraces,"Starfire" gauntlet plasma caster, Shuk'orok crushgaunts, Vizsla Lightsaber Beskad, Looted repeating blaster rifle, Taak'tabi boots
Tags: Too fething many​

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Cerar was about to charge the enemy Mandalorians, beskad alight, when he heard a familiar voice, Siv Dragr . He nodded, wheeling around and sprinting out of the fighting pit, not slowing in his stride a bit as he swung the blade through the neck of a Maw Mandalorian who landed in front of him. He sheathed his beskad and scooped up the now-headless Mando's repeater, pressing a button on his vambrace as he left the pits. Nearby, a squad of Cernr droids activated and made their way to his position, blaster rifles in hand.

Cerar pressed the button to activate his helmet commlink, broadcasting a message directly to Iyarsa Spire. "This is Cerar Vizsla of the Si'kahya. The Maw have infiltrated Tor Valum, I repeat the Maw have infiltrated Tor Valum! Forces are engaging in the Lower Fighting Pits. We need the city's defenses online now!" Dank farrik, why did he decide to leave his jet pack at the barracks? As he moved through the city back towards the barracks, Cerar used his Si'kahya authorization codes to activate any city defenses he passed. No sense in waiting for administration to do it. Any civilians he came across he directed indoors, and any Si'kahya or Karjr were directed to the Fighting Pits.​

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[The Mongrel]

Location: Roon, Continent of Daba'r
Allies: Keilara Kala'myr
Foes: Shai Maji | Vulcan Krayt

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Mongrel realizes that the Maw is now heavily outnumbered
• He refuses to protect Mercy less, despite the danger
• The Legion of the Leech strikes from underground, ambushing beside the wolf droids
• The Mongrel goes hunting for Shai

This battle had abruptly become more complicated.

Reports were filtering in from the southern excavations, where Taskmaster Tu'teggacha was overseeing the loading of looted artifacts, and the news was dire indeed. Where Mawite intelligence had indicated they would encounter limited resistance on Roon, with the Mandalorian response gradually ramping up to resist them, the Brotherhood ground forces had stumbled into a different situation entirely. Somehow there was an entire Imperial contingent here on this distant planet, a vast force with tanks, artillery, and air support.

How could that possibly have been missed? How could they have entered this situation so totally unprepared? And by the Dark Three, how and why had Imperial forces mustered such a vast assemblage of fully-supplied troops and vehicles to a world in which they had no vested interest and that lay quite literally across the entire galaxy from their home territories? These were questions worth asking, questions whose answers would inform future Mawite doctrine, but they were not for The Mongrel to ask. Ours is not to ponder why, after all.

Ours is but to do or die.

With his forces committed against Clan Krayt, forced to take cover in the tunnels they'd hollowed out beneath the dirt of the burning jungle, there was little The Mongrel could do at present to aid the Taskmaster. They were in two separate theatres of battle, each of them direly outnumbered as more and more foes emerged from Roon's wilderness to strike at them, and each would have to look after himself. His only solace in these dark moments was Mercy. It was her presence that made him feel alive, that made him want to win.

Let's kill these worthless Mandos as fast as possible, she whispered in his mind, and then we'll finally have time for each other. That whisper gave him hope, something to strive for beyond martyrdom... but martyrdom looked far more likely in this situation, unless he managed to get very creative with what forces the Maw had left. Whatever it takes, the warlord's mind whispered back. He would not give in to fatalism. He would butcher whoever stood between him and the object of his dark obsession. With his own hands, if he had to.

She chided him for looking after her so closely, reminded him that it was dangerous to reveal the truth of what was happening between them. Her words were wise. Any other warlord would have heeded them. But The Mongrel pushed them aside. To me, he told her, you cannot be replaced. And without her, he could not continue like this. Ten long years of war, battle after battle after battle, had left him spent. Every last slave-soldier who had begun this conflict beside him had passed through the gates of martyrdom. Only he remained.

If the gods would not give him paradise yet, he needed Mercy.

And so he would ensure that they both survived this clash, even if they were the only two, left standing atop a mountain of dead friends and foes alike. While Mercy controlled the Wolf Droids, dispatching them into the jungles to hunt and maim and kill, The Mongrel took stock of his forces. As far as casualties went, they were faring better than the hard-pressed guards of the southern excavation. The Legion of the Leech was fully at home in a tunnel warfare environment, which kept them out of enemy air support's line of fire.

Equally importantly, it allowed them to move unseen.

There were few instances of symbiosis more perfect than the teamwork between Wolf Droids and Lugubraa mercenaries in forested terrain. While the droids stalked Lyran troopers through the woods, striking at their flanks, making them jumpy, their sophisticated sensors flagged the positions of every soldier they encountered. Beneath the soil, the Lugubraa received the positional data... and moved into position. As laserfire lashed out, chasing and even dropping some of the droids, all attention was focused on the mechanical beasts.

That was when the Lugubraa struck. Their wormlike bodies were perfectly adapated to bursting up through the soil, wriggling out among roots and vines... but they didn't even need to. Tiny holes could reach the surface, holes through which they could point heavy repeaters and throw grenades. They could even set up pit traps in which they themselves were the figurative pit of spikes, thinning the ground and then reaching through the soil to grab Mandalorian ankles with their suckered hands... and tooth-ringed mouths shortly after.

The jungle floor was hazardous terrain. Any step could bring doom.

The Mongrel was far more concerned about the big guns, the anti-materiel rifles that were opening up on his light vehicles... but there was a solution for that as well. He had evaded the Mandalorian airstrikes, burning the jungle, by going underground. Then, the Mandalorians had decided to advance group troops through the jungle. Well, with underground refuges for his own troops - for the Wolf Droids could easily find tunnel mouths with their positional data - he had nothing to lose by returning to scorched earth tactics.

"Fire the incendiaries," he ordered. He could burn the jungles too.

And this time it would only hurt his enemies, trapped aboveground.

The sound of war skiffs opening up on the forest with their MetaCannons, blanketing the ground between the Mawite and Mandalorian landing zones in chemical flames that no water could extinguish, was thunderous. And yet they were still dwarfed by the deafening crash of an orbital gun firing from the atmosphere directly down, right into the jungle. At first, The Mongrel assumed the worst: the Mandalorians had decided to inflict maximum Mawite casualties through orbital bombardment, heedless of their own losses.

But that wasn't their style. They were unlike the Maw in that way.

No, this was something different... and the transmission that followed clarified it. The booming cannon was not a strike, but a delivery. Shai Krayt had returned to the battlefield. The Mongrel ignored her mockery; if he could have smiled, he would have. Here was his chance to destroy the enemy commander and create some semblance of victory out of this disaster. "It is good that you have found your courage at last," the warlord retorted. He didn't want her underlings. He wanted her, dead or alive, revenge for Csaus. "I am coming."

"Watch over our troops," he told Mercy, "while I end this."

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Location: Roon, Jungles of Daba'r
Allies: Darth Mori
Foes: DECEASED Aron Gowrie | Shakka Bralor | Baxter Weyland | Archer Fallon

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Mawite counter-artillery is worn down
• The Moon Children struggle to hold back the oncoming enemies
• All remaining Drudges are given boxes of explosives and sent to walk into tanks

This was getting out of hand! Now they had air support!

Fire blossomed through the swirling mist, little blooms of orange bursting again and again amid the soft grey cloud as Mandalorians and Imperial troops alike closed in. Even the feral howling of the Moon Children was drowned out by the shrieking of shells as they fell, the detonations of Mawite speeders ripped apart with explosives and crushgaunts, the rolling booms of NIO airstrikes. The situation was utterly unsustainable, and the casualties - already mounting - would be heavy. But the Maw had endured this before. Again and again they had faced one-man armies and overwhelming enemy numbers.

And they were still standing. The galaxy still burned in their wake.

They would tell their foes that the secret was their absolute faith, their fearless willingness to die and pass on to the paradise promised by their dark gods... but that was only part of the truth. After all, the Brotherhood of today mashed together a dizzying variety of blood-hungry cults and warlord armies; there were Neo-Imperials and Krath and Mandalorians and Sith, all with their own faiths (or lack thereof) that differed from the Gospel of the Hidden Maw held so sacred by the marauder tribes. The front-line troops were eager to die, to earn their martyrdom and be raised up by the Three Avatars, but not every last Mawite.

No, the secret was logistics. The Brotherhood didn't have dozens of factory worlds or major shipyards. It boasted no huge military academies or planets with proud traditions of professional military service. It lacked the cutting-edge vehicles, weapons, armor, and gadgets that came out of the megacorporations and state military science labs of major galactic governments. And yet it competed with all the great powers, and it did it not by having the best of anything, but having lots of something that was just good enough to hold up in battle, and was also vastly cheaper and quicker to produce.

Let the one-man armies feel powerful ripping dozens of Mawites apart.

Soon there would be a thousand more rising up to take their place.

And the war would go on, and the galaxy would keep burning.

The Moon Children were a perfect example. The Taskmaster watched as the Blisterbacks rained down destruction on them from above, both the vehicles themselves and the troopers within unleashing deadly sprays of laserfire and explosive ammunition into the seething crowd of half-formed clones as they worked to clear a landing zone. Well, so be it. Moon Children were cheap, easily mass-produced; a batch of them cost far less than the ammunition that the Imperials were expending to kill them, and all those expensive high-tech explosive rounds were nothing without soldiers to fire them.

Any actual kills the Moon Children managed were just a bonus.

After all, they weren't here to conquer anything, or to deal a decisive defeat. They couldn't, not with all that was arrayed against them. They were here to seize these Sith treasures, the kind of things that could shape the course of the war later down the line. The Moon Children were a delaying action, cover for the more important operation, a figurative tar pit to bog down the onrushing (and vastly superior) foes. They would break soon; they had no tactics, no ability to fall back and regroup, no instinct to adjust their attacks or preserve their own lives. Already the enemy was pushing through them with superior weaponry.

But they hadn't fully broken yet. That was what counted.

There was virtually no counter-artillery left, which left the Wildcats - their armor and their long-range guns - free to operate. The Imperial AFVs pushed through the center of the mass of madmen, the wet smack of bodies and the grating scrape of claws slapping against the armored hulls. With the aid of their air support, they had endured the Moon Children's charge, and now the momentum was once again in their hands. But by that time, Tu'teggacha had already scrambled up the excavation ramp, making his way to the waiting shuttles. Crates were being swiftly loaded, the strange relics within whispering and pulsing with dark power.

They only needed a little more time. Just a little more.

An idea struck the Taskmaster. With the actual excavating work abandoned, many slaves and Drudges had been relieved of their duties; only a third or so of their number were needed to move the cargoes aboard. And Drudges, just like Moon Children, were easily cloned. Their loss would be no strain on the Brotherhood, and though they lacked the mental faculties to actually fight, they would carry out whatever orders they were given. "Drudges!" Tu'teggacha burble-bellowed, "pick up those crates and advance toward the enemy!" The glassy-eyed creatures, dull and endlessly obedient, did as he ordered.

The Moon Children couldn't do much but slow down the enemy tanks in a press of bodies; their claws, teeth, and blades could shred an infantryman, but not so much a Galidraani AFV. But the crates that the Ebruchi had ordered his Drudges to carry were full of something that could; all of their leftover mining explosives. With the press of a button, Tu'teggacha remotely armed every remaining charge, each of them designed to pulverize multiple square meters of dense rock... and a dozen of them in each crate. If the tank drivers fired on them, or ran them over, boom. And now they would be mixed in among the Moon Children.

The living bombs tottered forward, not even knowing they were about to kill...

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr (Mercy)
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent, Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw​

Objective I.: Doing her job and follow the warlord's commands.
Location: Surface, Roon
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Sliverslash Whipblade || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Allies: The Mongrel
Enemies: Shai Maji | Vulcan Krayt

[ New Order ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Spoiler: tl;dr

• Mercy confess her true feelings to Mongrel
• Mercy worries about Mongrel
• She takes steps to protect underground troops

To me, he told her, you cannot be replaced.

I was about to argue with him when I froze at the words I could only hear in my mind. I raised my head and looked at him in surprise, luckily no one could see me because of my helmet, and anyone could believe we were just having a closed-loop communication channel that didn’t sound out of my helmet or his tank. But that was not true. And I think my gaze and my face was surprised in my mind, too, as I looked at his face, which was once his when he still had a body. The miracle of the mind, where he was human again. My throat sank, both imaginatively and in reality.

~ Mongrel… ~ I think my voice was uncertain.

We’ve been lovers for months, but he’s never said that before. I mean, I gave him what he wanted, and I got what I wanted. We were attracted to each other, it was about desires, longing, about lust. At least so far. But this? It was like a confession of love. I felt my heart beat faster than before and I felt some warm feeling due to his words. Since I was replaceable, any other telepath could have given him the same thing that I offered to him. But no; to him I was irreplaceable. I looked into his eyes for a few more moments in his mind. It didn’t happen many times, but I was confused. Especially because, as I realised, I don’t want him to get in trouble either.

~ I… I love you too! ~ I whispered in his mind.

I could have chosen anyone else, anyone who is normal, who has a body - one of the close explosions was what jolted me back to the reality that we are already at war. The droids ran out into the jungle, and I watched the reports show how they were progressing, how many we had lost, how many enemies were killed by them, and how they were being hunted by the droids. In the meantime, I have heard the other data that our situation is not very good. And he still wanted to protect me.

I looked at him defiantly and angrily for a few moments when it turned out I couldn’t go to fight with him, but I had to stay here. My place was on his side. But at least I already understood why he came after me on Durace too. Although it all started after that. Feth! I hated it when he put me in that situation. I think he also knew my place would have been on his side, to fight next to him. And yes, that's what I wanted, to take care of him. Even so, I couldn't say no. I will not disobey his command. Feth and feth!

"Roger that, warlord!" I replied with a salutation.

~ I’ll be too far away to use telepathy, but I’ll be here on the communication channel. Come back to me, Mongrel! ~ I asked him, while once again I kissed him in our minds long and passionately before withdrawing from his mind to focus only on fights.

It was the first time I was worried about HIM and not what would happen to the tribe if he didn’t come back…

"Strengthen the tunnels, support the passages and the top of the "cave", and place the shield generators. If the Mandos decide to blow up the flights on us to collapse, make it as difficult as possible and don't let them bury us alive." I said the orders

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: Maw
ENEMIES: Shai Maji | DECEASED Aron Gowrie | Shakka Bralor | Baxter Weyland | Archer Fallon | Enclave | NIO | WHOEVER ELSE I'M MISSING
ENGAGING: Vulcan Krayt
GEAR: In bio

ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME​

A shadow.

With all the chaos made by the Mawites and their opponents, it wasn't hard for the Dragon to just appear as if out of thin air a few paces away from a group moving into the jungle. A large pack of Tuk'ata stalked the dark underbrush at the Sith Lord's command while a few Hounds remained, flanking Dimitri, remaining almost out of sight.

Roon.

It had been many years since the Dragon had been in Confederate space - or what was left of it. He had left the Confederacy to fight in a battle that would see him not return to the space he was in now, for a decade. He never thought he would return at all. Having been reacquainted with his kin over Rhand had finally seen him accept the predator within himself, causing the doors to the Confederacy and his then-apprentice to be shut for good.

Now he was back on the old Knights Obsidian headquarters before they had moved to Naboo. The knowledge on this planet would still be a wealthy addition to the Order's library.

He also knew that D'abr used to be home to the Enclave Mandalorians. They had fought alongside one another on numerous occasions. Old memories unearthed in the familiar space. Old wounds long thought to be healed. Yet, now, old allies were pitted against him and those who adhered to the commands of the Sith'ari Darth Solipsis .

Old allies that he was tasked to dispatch.

With a sigh, the Dragon motioned at the unsuspecting Mandalorians that were starting to move out of their base-camp.

"Scatter them." he told the Hounds next to him while extending his will toward the rest of what could only be described as a regiment of Tuk'ata that were stalking within the shadows.

From the fringes, the gigantic dread Hounds converged on the Mandalorians on foot, moving with speed unmatched to separate them from their comrades.

All the while, the iron-clad Dragon stood sentinel.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen held up one hand as the triangles drifted closer and closer to his hiding place, communicating with his gunnery team below to set up the perfect. Why the Maw's officers thought it wise to lower the shields he did not know. Perhaps he had his own plan up his sleeve but it did not matter if he was dead. "Wait... Wait... Our time will come ladies and gentlemen... Our time will come..."

Mere seconds after the Tyrant halted, the Captain would make his decision. "FIRE!" It would be then and only then that a massive blue laser would shoot out of the Clanless's bottom hanger, slicing its way across the command ship in the center of the formation before it shut off, its power supply expended.

In hindsight probably did more damage to its own ship than to the enemy. A panicked call by one of the battery commanders would reveal this."Alor, all of our electrical and targeting systems are down! The array must have shorted them out." The helm officer would reconfirm the electrical problems. "My console is out and the engines won't respond! Shields are also powered off!" The former ARC's heavy sigh explained all that needed to be taken away from this situation. Still, this was no time to complain. There was an old-style grudge match to fight. "All batteries, open fire on the enemies ships weapons stations. Fighters are to escort the Bomber's in with the objective of disabling the enemies' engines. And get me the Vhipirheim. I need to coordinate with the horndog."

As turbo batteries started to manually line up and fire at their targets and the squadrons of ancient fighters and bombers maneuvered to start their runs on the Star Destroyers engines, Omen would transmit a message to the Krayt flagship. "Power loss... Need screening force of whatever can be provided to be diverted to my location. Suggest frigates surround the lumbering hulks and fire at their vulnerable rear while cruisers keep them honest from the front."

Enemies: CETCOM

Allies: Shai Maji , Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Location: Gambit, Don't You Wish You Knew, Nebula, Roon System
Objective II: Hiya!

A grunt filled the chamber.

"We have loading arms for that." The Gambit might as well have sighed. It didn't try keeping its emotions hidden from Alora. They had a very open relationship. Probably because for the longest time they had only had each other for conversation partners. Even secrets became conversation topics. Not that either of them had that many secrets on top of the one they already shared; none that measured up. Well, okay, Gambit had had a few.

Alora wiped the back of her forearm along her forehead. "Yeah, but that requires power, and I really, really don't want to use an ounce more than we have to." Even if it was unlikely that meager amount would bleed through the passive sensor scrambling or energy sink capability of the hull that kept them hidden from prying eyes. "Never underestimate your enemy and you'll live to dance over their corpse. Or, you know, at least live." Usually.

With another grunt Alora stood up to her full height with a satisfied sigh. "Pick anything up yet?"

Gambit had been using the low-energy sensors to monitor the area. The Final Dawn's trio of ships had shown up pretty easily given there weren't tiny ships. Maybe they could masquerade as small moons. Tiny moons. Alright, really freaking big asteroids. Anyway! Asteroids didn't just 'pop' into sensor range. Something about conversation of inertia and momentum, you know? They don't speed up or slow down without a good reason, and popping into being weren't their thing.

Oh, and then there was the light show. Not that it was that visible from where they'd been drifting. Still kind of showed up on sensors though. Put two and two together... and, well, the asteroids weren't throwing a Life Day party, right?

The colorful maned woman turned and strode out of the bay. She slapped a hand down on the control to seal the door in her wake. "We in position yet, Gam?"

"Lining up with the target now."

Excellent. The fact they had their shields down was a bonus, but Alora wasn't even aware of it. She just liked doing something flashy. Okay, it wasn't that flashy. Few people would appreciate all the effort and skill that went into firing a hunk of metal through space without a guidance computer, engine, or big ultra mega death laser attached to it and managing to hit something at relativistic distances! It wasn't half as easy as a holovid made it sound.

"Right, then. Permission for the spear of metal to disembark the ship granted at your command, Gam!" Nothing like an explosive decompression of the mechanic bay to help good ol' Hunk on its way.

POYO! :: Gwyneira Vizsla | Shai Maji | Sergeant Omen
ARA ARA :: CETCOM​

 

[Yenna]

KESTRI | TOR VALUM FIGHTING PITS
ALLIES: Enclave | Open
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Darth Ptolemis
GEAR: In bio​

BOYS WANNA BE HER​

Yenna instantly spun around to look at her acquaintance, who seemed to be trying out a new style for this encounter. The little green Jedi nearly spat out her drink as she snickered like an idiot at his new appearance. ”Fit, that mask does not. A new style, are you trying?” She quipped with another sip as she hopped over to another seat.

”An interview, I would like.” She continued casually as she looked back to the fighting pit, where tensions were finally boiling over. ”Fantastic, it would be, to include Dimitri also. About the Maw, I wish to learn. A book, I am writing, you see… about the Maw and Sith culture, I would love to learn.” She was barely phased at all by his dark Presence, or the other figures trying to wipe out the Enclave’s fighters. Her smile finally turned into a mischievous grin as she shifted her footing on the seat, lightsaber and drink at the ready.

”But first, a dance, I believe we have.” Her golden eyes focused on the dead slits of his helmet, knowing the dark face hidden behind it. Darth Hydrus he was not, but he was still a very dangerous adversary.

The little green Jedi finished her drink and swirled it around a bit in her mouth as she tossed the cup away. ”Some new tricks, I learned as well.” She commented as a light seemed to build in her mouth, until a violent torrent of fire burst from her unassuming face like some dragon in stories. It was a quick burst, and seemed to sober her up almost instantly, before her lightsaber ignited.

Her small stature turned into a green blur as she used the Force to propel her forward, swinging for his legs.

 

[DECEASED Aron Gowrie]

6th post
OBJECTIVE 1: LEGACY'S HOLD
THE_TUATH
WILDCAT BATTALION

ALLIES: Keilara Kala'myr Baxter Weyland Archer Fallon Shai Maji
Vulcan Krayt Soloman Priest Jiriad Galaar Shakka Bralor Sergeant Omen

OPPOSITION: The Mongrel Tu'teggacha Jin X Firrerreo Darth Mori Dimitri Voltura

FINDING MOMENTUM: THE KELLAS DEPLOYS AGAIN - PART TEN

North Ariun Hills, South Daba'r Coast,
Roon (Summer of 874 ABY)

'BLISTERBACK, ON ME!!!! THERE'S WORK T'BE DONE!!!!'

Disruptor rifles and rotary cannons would erupt into an audiological symphony of wonder around him, though Lord Aron's bells were still ringing heavily from the efforts of the reinforcements' gunship, though there would never be any such complaints on the matter, especially in remembering the amounts of times he had to deal with such assistance in the Pentastar Campaign against the Sith Empire. Disoriented, unbalanced, with a dull throbbing pain that ran up his back, the Lord-Colonel was certainly aware that the force of firepower rocked him hard enough to consider it a clean knockout by boxing standards, especially if all he could do was fall down in rather laughable attempts to gain a solid footing. It was much the same for Scott, Muir and the rest of the Delirious Stag's crew, still laughing as they also fell around the place, dropping to and fro as all the Sabretooth troopers moved in to clear out the immediate vicinity.

'In tight on the colonel, and keep up, anyone who falls behind gets sent to the 501st! Don't y'all go disappoint General Barran by 'makin us look bad.'

General Barran, aye? Seems the Goidels get t'meet the Stormchaser's legion after all.​

Finally gaining his footing as the Sabretooth perimeter steadily tightened with well-drilled precision, the Kellas was eventually able to see for himself that there was much to give credence to the latest of Imperial recruitment-slogans, manifested after throwing out a unified desire for the new generations of troopers to,"Embody the Greatest", accompanied with boasts like,"Our Troopers Shoot Straight", to goad the soldiers of the future into being the best of their ilk. Calmly backpedalling at a strolling pace, holding form well as their properly-shouldered disruptor rifles traced back and forth in search of threats to put down, the feeling of safe comfort became almost too easy to give in to; but Willan Tal's de-facto Lord-Commander was much too warlike to let it wash over him completely, drawing his sword once more with eyes drifting back northward again, letting the nearest platoon from Blisterback Company complete their manoeuvre before deciding on what they should do next.

'Much appreciated, but I think you got that backwards though.... Still, you've got great fighting-stock with ye by the way.', Gowrie started, trailing off to behold the Sabretooth-Troopers all their warfighting glory, though sadly for the Lord-Colonel, the Moon Children had long since scarpered and redirected by the time his vision finally drew into focus. The IFVs were also pushing inward to close up the gaps in the line somewhat, but still spacing enough to not stray their energy-trail bursts into each other's general arcs of fire, giving Gowrie and the Blisterbacks ample in the way of breathing-room whilst the Tuath devised a way to push forward, inwardly thinking of how best to utilise the firepower he still had close by, and more intently of how best to link up the static-line again for the last sweep. Then, with the click of his finger, the Kellas' eyes suddenly widened with delight, continuing,'An' I have every intention o' utilising it to it's fullest potential the-day.... By Dia, it's going to be glorious!', with an air of mirthful apprehension.

'No offence, Milord. But I'm beginning to feel quite conscious of the ticking clock at the moment, if you catch my drift.'

Ideas were flowing, but each and every last one of them were supremely dangerous to attempt with their lack of smoothbore and rock-artillery support, but then laughter began to erupt in the realisation that going all out was the only real option they had; and it wasn't just the Lord-Colonel who was laughing either, as the Guard-Captain's next prospect for Guardian Company was also laughing, wheezing with head shaking in the same (though later-occurring) realisation. Slapping Gowrie across his left shoulder playfully, and also in an attempt to get his Lord-Commander's attention, Sergeant Muir growled,'Might as well tell 'um, Milord.... Might as well get oor hipflasks oot an'aw, it's going to be a blast either way!', making a poor effort of forcing larynx-control through the wheezes as he spoke before giving in to the laughter completely.

'Alright, though I'll state before I begin that I have no idea where he's seen a look like mine, as such looks are only expressed on the precipice of madnesses as magnitudinous as the ones we've embraced in the past.... He hasn't seen this look on my face before either, so understanding what it meant comes as a great surprise to me. A great surprise indeed.'

The Tuath's left eyebrow raised as he reached into the inside-left pocket of his coat, remaining silent in his poise as he drank from the hipflask he brought out, and without breaking eye-contact in the process. Wordlessly passing the hipflask to the Woad after screwing the cork shut, the Lord-Colonel then drawled,'Interesting, but I digress - we're going all out on this one, Scott. We're doing a vanguard highland-charge this time, we took too long for such across the whole line, tanks are engaged now as well. Nothing else for it but to go wild, we become monsters in our own right,', with eyes eventually breaking contact with Muir's own to drift towards the gaze of the Reiver-Lord instead. The nature of Lord Aron's wide-eyed stare would change almost immediately, going from mirthful surprise to almost-menacing intent, silently stating his will to go truly wild on the offensive again, roaring through the fog of war with exaltation in his heart - like he had so many times before.

'Let us incite fear in our enemies again, Br'er! Like we did on Korriban - like we did on Nirauan!'

FINDING MOMENTUM: THE KELLAS DEPLOYS AGAIN - PART ELEVEN

North Ariun Hills, South Daba'r Coast,
Roon (Summer of 874 ABY)

Stepping northwards ahead of the defensive-perimeter, Galidraan's Lord-Commander walked back along the same last stretch his small scouting-party were chased down before, stepping over corpses aplenty on his way to the best view northwards he could ask for in such moments, soon followed by the SMG-wielding ACV crewmen who saw no reason to stay with the Delirious Stag in it's near-totalled predicament. Scott's subordinates would be supported by the Blisterbacks on both flanks, presenting something of a champions' first line as the IFVs began to rumble into a slow advance, providing abundant support in their successive move to provide a heavy-hitting second offensive line for their battered Goidelic comrades. Leaving the craters and the rubble of the southern suburban stretch behind them, the fog and the screams of the unfortunate would become of their wall of dread as the center of the Goidelic line finally started making headway, once more giving them ample reason to be hypervigilant towards the ever-present threat of death.

Once more testing their adrenal fortitude, in the dread that fuelled the very Crucible they'd danced within so many times before, the shaky ground the Goidels and the Sabretooth-Troopers walked on seemed to reflect how tense the quiet moments were as they passed through the smoky fog in earnest.

A sad ending for a damn good ACV, but oor Scott will not be meeting the same fate.

Not for as long as this Gowrie continues to draw breath in anger.​

Turning around on the spot as soon as the IFVs began lurching forward again, the Kellas held a halting fist up for all to see, bringing hand down as he began,'Gather round, men! That goes for the Blisterbacks as well, that's right - you lot as well! Get o'er here an' listen while there's still time!', exclaiming from the gut in parade-ground execution, and with an air of confidence that may have been lacking for a little while before that point. With the Fragarach pistol in his left hand, and his Vibrosword cavalry-sabre in the grips of the right, Lord Aron stood straight with shoulders back, inhaling through the nostrils in anticipation of the intensity needed to rouse his comrades properly, especially for the kind of charge he wished for them to endeavour with him. Adding to the urgency of the moment was the fact that the clamour of war could still be heard transpiring in almost every distant direction, something that brought more beads of sweat to the Lord-Colonel's brow than he was comfortable with, though there really was nothing else that could be done about that at the time.

Nothing else that could be done but to embrace the primitive warfare methods of his ancient ancestors once more, glorious though these methods would be on that occasion.

'To the Sabretooth-Troopers who just joined us, welcome! You've proven elsewhere as much as now that you're more than capable enough to handle what I have in mind next, and for this, I an' mine appreciate the help all the more.... But you'll be needed now for a feat more daunting than any you've endeavoured thus far, an' much more at that!'

The flanking split-force of Cataphracts and their supporting supplementation of tactical landspeeder-technicals, though they would've been holding their own to admirable extents at the time, were still a fairly long distance away, and moving farther ahead as time passed the Wildcats by. However, if Gowrie could rile them enough, time would be no object if every element in the center pushed forward with all the weight of the Empire at their back, so the last meditative breaths were taken with faith in his final decision renewed almost instantly, happy to set to his duties whilst fate handled the rest. The last couple breaths were the loudest and the longest, somehow instilling a similar sense of calm in those who were able to hear it, but when Gowrie lifted his head to behold the small gathering, all the nearest meditative souls snapped out of their reveries to hear him out.

'For the Blisterbacks, as much as the Goidels you see standing amongst you, will be engaging in the reignition of history itself today! FOR I WILL BE LEADING YOU NORTH IN A HIGHLAND CHARGE - THE GREATEST OF GOIDELIC PASTTIMES!!!!

Most would have a rough idea of what the Lord-Colonel was driving at, though much to Gowrie's relief at the time, the majority were of those who knew exactly what course of action was being suggested, increasing the morale of those who were initially unsure of whether this battle-plan addition was wise or not. Watching on as the throng began to increase and draw closer, the smirk became a full grin as the excitement continued to build, inhaling to continue,'AN' BY GOD, WE'LL KEEP CHARGING UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO ADVANCE WITH!!!! THE TUATHA TRIBE LIVE FOR NOTHING LESS THAN THIS, WITH ALL OUR PAST ENCOUNTERS AS TESTAMENT TO ALL OF IT!!!!', with renewed vigour befitting the rising intensity of his battle-speech. Cheers erupted in ragged, staggered succession all around him as the thumps and screeches of active opposing ordnance added to the background noise, unleashing waves of ecstatic rushes up and down the Lord-Colonel's spine as he let the purity of the moment take hold.

Knowing that his voice was strong enough to reach the back over the rising auditory response, knowing his larynx had been strengthened by his years in the field and on the parade-ground had paid dividends in the long run, Lord-Colonel Gowrie would refrain from calling for silence as he roared,'ALL THAT DISGUST, RAGE AND LOATHING YOU HOLD TOWARDS THE MAW - THROW IT ALL AT THE FREAKS WHO STAND IN YOUR WAY!!!!', turning left and right to gauge the anticipatory excitement in every helmet-visor and pair of eyes his own looked into. That maniacal grin for every pause between outbursts, retained through every similar war-face he saw, it was clear to all around the Kellas that something wild was just seconds away from occurring, confirmed by the time Lord Aron concluded,'AND IF HISTORY ASSURES WE LIVE ON THROUGH OUR GREATEST FEATS, THEN COME WITH ME AND EMBRACE IMMORTALITY!!!!', giving way to the Galaxy-renowned chant of Imperial origin - growing louder with every voice that joined their wrathful, unbreakable cacophony.

"MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!! MAW - DELENDA - EST!!!!"​

Unleashing a long, primal roar into the skies as the chanting continued, the Kellas would be wise in feeding off the energy as it built up around him, but when Gowrie was finished primal screaming in his own Goidelic way, something else began to stir within him. As if his sword-arm was acting of it's own accord, Lord Aron slowly raised the Vibrosword cavalry-sabre high above his head for all to see, an act of which was met with a response of subordinates raising their rifles above their heads, reigniting the,"Maw - Delenda - Est!", chant as the Lord-Colonel turned to face northwards again. The IFVs would take this as their sign to pepper the nearest areas with the first blanket canopy of covering-fire before the advance, unleashing heavy-calibre trails on the perceived menaces in the fog as the Lord-Colonel sprinted into it with reckless abandon, followed moments later by a screaming swarm of indomitable Imperials, throwing everything into an attack that still had every chance of going horribly wrong for them.

Only the strongest would survive this encounter, but the advantages were still there for the Imperials to capitalise on, and in order to make such options viable, the Imperials only really needed to advance far enough to get a visual on the mechanised flanking manoeuvre. From there, a proper static-line could be established once more, a simple act of which that surprisingly held enough power to turn the tide of battle in the Wildcats' favour - asserted by most to be a guarantee under the guidance of men like Lord-Colonel Gowrie.

 

[Shakka Bralor]

O B J E C T I V E: 1 No sith No Exceptions Part 5

Location:Roon, South Daba'r Coast
Allies: DECEASED Aron Gowrie Shai Maji Vulcan Krayt Soloman Priest Jiriad Galaar Baxter Weyland Archer Fallon
Enemies: The Mongrel Keilara Kala'myr Darth Mori Tu'teggacha Jin X Firrerreo
Equipment:Equipment In Bio
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As Shakka pushed forward through the enemy she noticed something odd in the midst of the beast men, large lumbering man-like creatures with no mouths moved among them carrying large gray crates. Something about those crates made her suspicious so she began scanning the crates with the multi-spectrum sensors mounted in her helmet. When the scan was complete an alert flashed across here visor high grade explosives detected proceed with caution. She carved herself a path through the man-beasts to the nearest man-like creature; it proceeded docilely forward despite her violence towards it’s apparent comrades showing no interest in her. She shouted for the creature to stop but it ignored her and continued to lumber forward. Physically she tried to stop it but the thing just kept moving finally in her frustration she shot the creature in the head it died without so much as a noise. It fell slumping over the crate. She shoved it off of there and began working at the crate lid tell she had it open. It held to no surprise a cache of mining explosives. She tossed one of her detonators inside. Closed the lid and began banging on the crate drawing in the man-beasts then leapt into the sky with her jet pack flew outside of the explosion radius before detonating the crate.

She brought her coms up and called out to the allied forces in the area.

<”This is hawkbat 1-2 to wildcat 2 call for fire coordinates inclosed in transmission. Wildcat 1 and Blisterback advisng you to hold positions tell bombardment is concluded enemy has walking bombs on the field.>

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[Darth Ptolemis]

K E S T R I
Tor Valum Fighting Pits

Tag: Yenna | Open!

Equipment in bio.

HARVESTER OF SORROW
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”Fit, that mask does not. A new style, are you trying?”

Yenna and Ptolemis had only met once before, but due to her rather peculiar, and honestly rather memorable demeanor, the latter had already anticipated the barrage of sarcastic remarks aimed to throw him off balance. She was exceptionally good at that. He took the comment silently, as he would surely lose in a battle of layered meanings and subtle connotations. Ptolemis was a tortured man, his humanity starting to wither away slowly as the years go by. Straightforward, brutal truths were his mother tongue.

She continued, as she hopped from one seat to the next. Sounds of battle filtered into their dialogue.

”An interview, I would like.” She continued casually as she looked back to the fighting pit, where tensions were finally boiling over. ”Fantastic, it would be, to include Dimitri also. About the Maw, I wish to learn. A book, I am writing, you see… about the Maw and Sith culture, I would love to learn.”

– That feeling is mutual. – His contorted voice boomed. – I want to learn as well. Your species, for example, is lacking research. A dissection would reveal much. – A cold, honest reply from the Masked One.

”But first, a dance, I believe we have.”

– So be it. I'll make the first incision. – Ptolemis' immediate surroundings suddenly flared up with a foreboding red as his blood-colored blade erupted from its durite hilt. Yenna drank her last mouthful of liquor, and with a half-full mouth gargled forth.

”Some new tricks, I learned as well.”

The violet flames spewing from his opponent's throat caught Ptolemis completely off-guard, whose only reaction was a half-good attempt at a force barrier, but it merely served to save his lower layer of clothing as it shattered, as all other parts of his overlong, black robes turned to ash in an instant. What remained was his mask, his singed military boots and trousers. His duraplast chest armor had also survived the blast, but all other surfaces that were exposed, including his neck, shoulders, arms and back suffered painful third-degree burns. As he stumbled backwards, swiftly cutting off any excess burning fabric from his body, his blade spinning in his hand, the diminutive Force wielder immediately leapt into action, her silhouette a flash of movements.

He had forgotten how difficult it was to keep track of Yenna. The Force foreshadowed a swing at his legs, but in a duel with her, it was always a ruthless strain on his focus to ascertain what comes next.

Carrying the momentum he had garnered with his series of previous swings, Ptolemis span around his center and attempted to forcefully clash with the incoming, brilliant blade of Yenna as he brought up his own saber from its heavy circular swing.

Should he be successful in producing a powerful enough blow to knock the saber from her clutch, he would attempt a straight kick at her face.

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

Location: Roon
Objective1: Get separated from fellow Vod in the Jungle.
Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators, Magnetic Detonators, Perun's Call
Tag: Shai Maji | Soloman Priest | Jiriad Galaar | DECEASED Aron Gowrie
Engaging: Dimitri Voltura

He was not sure how to ask if he was able to speak with his Alor, no was he going to interrupt anything.
When the nerve gave way and Vulcan backed down, he was soon headhunted into a recon mission to get some baring on the thick jungle. Not one to be left out, he agreed and got some necessities packed.

He soon left the clearing, and into the jungle, he was picked up and moved over some very large fallen trees. He can climb up and over them, but it took less energy to be moved. The brush and fern grew thicker as they headed away from camp, so far, it was just mapping the route out and directing de-foresters on which places to clear and where to stay away from.

Vulcan had kept up with the busy pace of his team, the heat and humidity not too much of an issue but still can cause frizzing which he could use on his squaddies for fun. But right now there is work to be done and there was something about the jungle that suddenly doesn't seem to be as inviting as it had been half an hour ago it looked very dangerous, but Vulcan scoffed at the face of danger, if he can blow up a mountain, he can face going into Roon's Jungles.

Vulcan stayed closer to the team as the thickness made their trek slow going. The youngster did have to force his way through a bush that hindered him from moving. Then rustling and sudden silence caught his attention he stopped what he was doing and he inevitably fell behind, which he tried to rectify but the foilage hindered him and the vines made jetpack mobility difficult.

This means he was on his own in a jungle while Wolf Droids were roaming around. Vulcan was more stressed than afraid, he cannot tell which way is back to base camp. Vulcan decided he better move on, standing here will get him killed because he can't be too far from a Wolf Droid or an enemy.

Soon screams erupted from the jungle floor and several of his comrades scattered as monsters bore down on them, Vulcan tore across the floor in a different direction, too far from anything familiar, soon he was alone and isolated in the jungles of Roon. His radio comms were staticy and the frequency was too garbled in such dense foliage.

He had to be ready for anything, he was not going to let training go to waste or die here with no one noticing his absence. But he had to run as another Wolf Droid crashed through on his left, he shot at it as he flew with his Jetpack because he couldn't run far without it. When he was sure he wasn't going to be torn to bits, he settled back down again.

He was completely alone now. It's happened again, just like Dromund Kass. He will not be afraid, as that will not be The Way for a Mando.

 

[Shai Maji]

ROON | CLOAK OF THE SITH NEBULA
ENCLAVE | TASK FORCE 3
FLEET: 2 Bes'drahr-class Heavy Cruiser | 6 Kyr'am-class Strike Frigate | The Vhipirheim
COMPLIMENT: Beviin-class Space Superiority Starfighter | 'Howler' Mk.1 Basilisk War Droid
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | Gwyneira Vizsla | Sergeant Omen | Alora Vizsla |
ENEMIES: DA MAW | CETCOM
ENGAGING: CETCOM
GEAR: In bio | Standard loadout​

Spoiler: tl;dr and fleet details

• Enclave fleet springs its trap
• Basilisks adrift in the debris power up to attack the star destroyers
• Orders given to Alora and Gwyn to engage
• 1 frigate dispatched to aid Omen’s damaged Venator
• Rest of the fleet waiting for an opportune moment
• Forward base gets attacked by surprise
• Heavy firepower unleashed on the Maw’s forces
• Shai smack talks the Mongrel

Fleet:

-Frigates:

• Bandit:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Surprise:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Speedy:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Purgil:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Milk Maid:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Harrier:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%

-Cruisers:

• Acheron:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%
• Silence:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%

-Flagship:

• Vhipirheim:
  • Structure: 100%
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armament: 100%

SEWER WARS​

Jorrin was still reeling from the captain’s sudden departure from the ship, looking at the crew and holomap as they kept a close eye on their opponent’s movements. ”What was the tally on the hits?”

”Several direct hits from all ships, but their shields held up… wait… are their shields down?” One of the crewmen spoke up. ”That’s why I’m asking. No way did we do that much damage.” Jorrin commented as he looked at the positions of the other ships. ”Jos is on his way towards us.”

The Kel Dor’s Basilisk touched down and Jos rushed to the bridge just as Omen sprung a trap of his own. ”Status report!” Jos hollered as he came to a halt next to Jorrin. ”Enemy’s lowered their shields, Omen surprised them with a trick on his Venator. Ships ready to engage.” The man explained quickly as he looked up at his superior. Though the both of them soon stared at the projector as they watched the Venator engage the ships almost entirely on its own with its crippling systems. ”The hell is the Venator doing?”

A transmission quickly made it clear to the two warriors. ”Back up the Venator but don’t disperse the fleet too much. They have their orders. What’s the status on the Basilisks and the surprise?”

”Basilisks are in place, as well as the surprise.”

”Let loose.”

The “surprise” soon made itself known in the form of a few cheap freighters, all packed full of explosive fluids and materials. The crews comprised a simple number of droids, their sole purpose being to steer the ships in the right direction. Dropping out of hyperspace, they used the other ships to triangulate the flight path as they plowed through the Nebula towards the Final Dawn ships. Whether or not they hit was irrelevant, what mattered was the potential panic they could induce as their hulls rocketed towards the star destroyers.

In the wreckage, Basilisks also drifted along. They were completely shut down to avoid any sensors as they hid in the debris field around the ships. :: Gwyn, Alora, this is the Mothership. Basilisks will move in and do as much damage as they can. Target vital systems and weapons, cripple them. Omen, a frigate escort is on the way with an extra repair crew. Sit tight and keep spitting. :: The dadita message went out to the appropriate parties while the other ships waited like buzzards to move in.

With their shields down, the Basilisks moved quickly to latch onto heavy guns, engines, bridges, anything important and out of sight of potentially deadly weapons. They would waste no time to clamp onto the hulls of the Star Destroyers and start drilling with their powerful cannons to slice and destroy as much as possible.

ROON | DABA’R
ENCLAVE | MARINE DETACHMENT
GEAR: Repeaters | Missile launchers | Sniper rifles | Rifles | Pistols | Shields | Varying armour
COMPLIMENT: Keldab-class Assault Dropships | 'Howler' Mk.1 Basilisk War Droids | 'Badger' Main Battle Tanks | Mandalorian Assault Walkers
ALLIES: ENCLAVE / NIO | Vulcan Krayt | Soloman Priest | Jiriad Galaar | DECEASED Aron Gowrie | Shakka Bralor | Open
ENEMIES: DA MAW | Jin X | The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr | Darth Mori | Open
ENGAGING: The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr​

PAINT IT BLACK​

Shai listened closely to the comm chatter as the war raged around them. The forward teams were already locked into heavy fighting in the jungle, while Vulcan was dispatched to lead another team. What concerned her was the lack of comms coming from his position. But before she could raise him, but a series of loud booms and enormous explosions drew her attention further into the jungle. The flames could be clearly seen by all in the forward base as they went about their duties. The tension was thick in the air, and the worry in her soldiers’ eyes was clear as day as she looked around her.

A vicious grin formed behind her visor as she opened another open channel. As long as her troops could listen in on her, things would be alright. :: That’s all nice and pretty, mutt, but I noticed something… you ain’t here. What’s the matter? Did I scare you that much on Csaus? You too afraid to face me again? :: She taunted over the line, looking at the troopers around her.

:: Those Galidraani smoothbores will be the least of your concerns today, mutt. And I’m waiting for a challenge. My troopers are all waitin’ here to see what all the hype’s about with the Maw. So stop hiding like a coward and come face me, you tin can. :: She turned to her troopers and raised her rifle into the air.

”THOSE FLAMES ARE NOTHING! They thrive on fear and that’s all they have! So why don’t we give them our thoughts on the matter?!” She turned towards the comms officer, still a young man and understandably terrified of the looming threat. ”I want everything on their positions! Let’s show Gowrie he ain’t the only one with some big guns.” A grin formed on the boy’s face as he turned to face his terminal and relayed the message to the main crews at the Homebase.

The tank crews obeyed their orders as they scrambled to get their guns on target. :: Half charge, shake and bake! Target coordinates, nine-five-three-six-seven-zero-four! Fire at will! ::

The turrets rotated and guns elevated. The autoloaders swiveled to load highly dangerous smoke rounds before high explosive rounds lined up to follow. Almost immediately the colossal booms cracked through the air as a few dozen tanks let loose with their payload. Round after round was propelled to the Maw’s positions in hopes to scatter and harass them further. Smoke, high explosive, repeat cycle.

For a few minutes, they fired continuously until the word came to halt. The shots wouldn’t be directly on target, dispersed through the jungle, the main camps, and several other positions. But the dispersion would merely add to the lethal effect of the highly toxic smoke and high-yield explosive rounds.

Back at the base, Shai looked up as the rounds whistled through the air towards their targets. :: Basilisks, move in! Hammer everything that isn’t Enclave or Imperial! ::

All hell broke loose as the Basilisks took off again for more strafing runs, their devastating weapons brought to bear against the enemies of the Enclave. At first, Shai and the rest of the base simply thought that the tremors were the cause of the firepower… but that was soon proven wrong.

”The diggers! The diggers are here!” One soldier shouted just before the enormous drills ruptured the earth in and around the forward base. Walkers opened fire along with rifles and missile launchers, but the damage was done. The Maw was in their base.

”Men, prepare to defend yourselves!” Shai barked as she slammed a magazine back into her rifle and took aim at one of the holes along with the rest of the soldiers.

”Worms on the left!”

”Kark that, worms everywhere! Bunch of other stuff as well.”

The base erupted in blaster fire as Marines and Mandalorians took defensive positions and let loose with everything they had. Almost immediately a few were locked in hand-to-hand combat as their positions became enveloped.

Gunships flew overhead with repeaters and rocket launchers firing danger close on the forward base, while soldiers on the ground dug in and stood their ground. Shai didn’t flinch as bolts impacted the barricade she hid behind and returned fire at the Mawites pouring from the holes.

A number of soldiers took position on the destroyed drills to lay down torrents of repeater fire on anything that moved.

:: Homebase, this is FOB one! Enemy is inside our perimeter, keep the fire coming! :: Shai radioed before drawing her pistol to gun down a few opportunistic grunts.

Medics ran all over the place to drag the wounded away and tend to their injuries. But the position was perfect. :: Lyran platoons, this is forward base! We need fire support, danger close! ::

Several booms echoed from within the jungle and blobs of plasma came crashing down almost on top of the base. The Lyran troops deeper in the jungle were still in the fight.

:: Come on, Mongrel! I still ain’t seein’ that jar of yours anywhere here. Don’t tell me you’re already down. ::

 

[DECEASED Aron Gowrie]

7th post
OBJECTIVE 1: LEGACY'S HOLD
THE_TUATH
WILDCAT BATTALION

ALLIES: Keilara Kala'myr Baxter Weyland Archer Fallon Shai Maji
Vulcan Krayt Soloman Priest Jiriad Galaar Shakka Bralor Sergeant Omen

OPPOSITION: The Mongrel Tu'teggacha Jin X Firrerreo Darth Mori Dimitri Voltura

FINDING MOMENTUM: THE KELLAS DEPLOYS AGAIN - PART TWELVE

North Ariun Hills, South Daba'r Coast,
Roon (Summer of 874 ABY)

'SINN'SEARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!!'​

With all the might of a true Chieftain of the Tuaths, the Kellas sprinted into the thick, heavy fog of war and with wild, untameable abandon as he searched hither and yon for a foe or two to slay. Perspiration above his brow would run down from the forehead to the dusty hairs that kept it all from reaching his eyelids, scratches and contusions alike would sting and throb as his officer's clothing rustled against his minor injuries in transit, yet none of it would even come close to hindering the Lord-Colonel's aggressive push northwards, none of the small issues were even important enough to consider.

If a beleaguered Scar Hound was to be found along the way, Gowrie would have the first pass along a message to the Mongrel, planning to kill every other Marauder he encountered beyond that point as he eyes strained to see through the closest parts of the fog for unwitting foes and monsters alike. The great charging cacophony of those who were fighting in support of the central push would be heard from all angles, working to cause a mass-rout in their attempt to link with the flanking tank-formations and the Mandalorians operating further beyond their next intended destination, but when the Mawites and their Moon Children answered back with screams and aggressive advances of their own, Gowrie would find himself gladdened that he wouldn't be waiting long for a proper fight after all. And in the heat of battle, the Kellas knew he could express his heart's greatest desires in the truest of ways, for a man like Lord Aron wished for nothing more than to become the greatest General the Goidels had ever known, and his greatest rivals had a sickeningly advantageous head-start in this regard.

'CONTAAAAAAAACT!!!!'

Raiders en-masse, looking to either swarm around the central advance or to punch through it completely, but the weighty impacts of the Sabretooth-Troopers' disruptor rifles were already working to create enough distance between them, consequently stopping the impetus of the Mawite counterattack as soon as the first few bursts littered the ruinous backdrop ahead. The SA-65s in use were also of a great help in such maddening conditions, but out of nowhere, the SA-35 and the Fragarach were somehow punching way above their weights for the generations of weaponry they were representing; working without any overheating worries or faults of any sort, and somehow proving the sly ingenuity of hand-crafted tech at the same time, it was clear in this moment that the Goidels of Faslane had been master weaponsmiths for a good while by then.

But the latest SA-Model's alliance with the Imperial production-line, and all the damage they were known to inflict on enemy infantry together, weren't done competing, not quite yet.

'ROTARIES!!!! AT THE DOUBLE, UP-FRONT AN' CENTER!!!!', the Kellas roared over the raucous symphony of skirmishing firearms, slashing the throat of a raider who was struggling with the Reiver-Lord's bayonet attacks at the time before turning back to the smoky haze before him. All was transpiring with extra intensity in the latest engagement, as the Mawites were being guided by something no ground-shaking attack could break, something Lord Aron had learned plenty of, especially in his fight with his greatest-ever opponent on Korriban. At the summit of the name-sake mountain, referred to affectionately and ruefully alike as,"Mongrel's Hill", the true doctrine, the very formation of the Maw's guiding philosophy had been laid bare, enlightening the Tuath's mind to the eerily-devout nature of the Mongrel's comrades.

A day I'll never forget for as long as I live, and I want another.​

'LOCKED AN' LOADED, MILORD!!!!'

The omnipresent urge for sword-fighting dominance always had served as a fuel of sorts, but on this occasion, it was serving as something altogether more potent than the reinvigoration it usually offered, something that Barran and Gowrie both could attest to the being that epitomising state of fighting-flow all great swordsmen held dear to their hearts. Magic was known to happen in this state, both for one and for two locked in with each other, and in this state, Lord Aron couldn't help but sigh as his head tilted up skywards, chuckling a little as he let the last of the flow-state sink in to the deepest recesses of his soul.

'WEAPONS-FREE - FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!!!!'

Spraying blisteringly-hot trails of silvery-white death by the hundreds across the grey, foggy ruins beyond, the Sabretooth-Troopers soon started swiping their arcs of fire from left to right, right back to left again, and focusing fire on any perceivable bottle-neck alleyway or side-street as the others behind them reloaded, giving their best covering-fire efforts after locking in their next ammo-packs and chambering to fire again. Much was being drilled into the Lord-Colonel's mind once more, much which had been forgotten in the four years of rebuilding and preparing for redeployment, and though this rustiness was looked on with self-disdain, Gowrie couldn't help but smile (regardless of the potential detriments it could've presented down the line) at the fact it still felt like he was just picking up from where he left off somehow - like some small part of the Kellas remained to walk the crucible in his absence.

'AAAAAADVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCE!!!!'

FINDING MOMENTUM: THE KELLAS DEPLOYS AGAIN - PART THIRTEEN

North Ariun Hills, South Daba'r Coast,
Roon (Summer of 874 ABY)

'Hunnner-eighty? Down t'that aw'ready, aye?.... Ooft! Gawnty be a rough day, Br'er. So be it bi'ht, we cherge oan regairdless!'

Knight-Captain Reed was doing well with his increased responsibilities, made all the easier with the experienced officers and non-coms working like machines around him, and with the operational autonomy granted him, Sir Alun had every intention of making his statement of intent with it. Much like the Woads of his home-region and An-Cridheachan in general, as whenever the opportunity arose in war, or in competition of any polarizing sort, the commissioned, knighted rogue had been feeling that same urge to make his presence felt by all on the field that day. It was the kind of will that ran through the blood of many clans, but none quite so intensely as it did with the Barrans, and yet, despite all their differences in status and origin, a fair amount of these natural, ethnocentric behaviours were still able to permeated down the Reed line to Sir Alun himself.

'Winnin' means burying, reporting and remembering every last wan o' them efter aw - so lets show these dafties whit dominance looks like, shall we?'

<"This is hawkbat 1-2 to wildcat 2 call for fire coordinates inclosed in transmission. Wildcat 1 and Blisterback advising you to hold positions tell bombardment is concluded enemy has walking bombs on the field.>​

The others were on the verge of answering when the timely comm-link correspondence finally came through, and though they were expecting the Lord-Colonel to be the first to patch through, the Mandalorian who had been helping them before would be more than enough to give them a means of externally-directed coordination efforts. Shakka wasn't done putting in work yet, and like the Wildcats on either flank of the northward push, she also appeared to want a prompt linkup with the Krayts in order to strengthen their ability to strike out decisively, smartly understanding the need for coordination between Mandalorians as their chances of prevailing would improve greatly. All they needed was the right sequence of plays in order to ensure the link with their allies to the north, the perfect shock-factors to turn the pace as much as the tide of battle itself, but it all hinged on the vehicle-crews' regards (or the sheer lack thereof) towards self-preservation in these pinnacle moments.

'Choice phrasin' there, lass... Sod it, should be a while afore the next Mawite barrage anyways.'

<"Copy that, Hawkbat 1-2! Issuing halt-orders through the BattleNet now, but be advised - we can only stop for a little while before we need to start dodging Mawite barrages again.... Oh, and thanks for the coordinates by the way. Wildcat 2 out!">​

Turning back to the loader as he stepped close by the Thistle's turret-chute, Sir Alun paused a moment, letting the heavier vehicles come to a standstill before muttering,'Won't be long, Danny. We've survived worse, much worse.', as his eyes wandered out to the smoky madness beyond. It felt good just being back in the fight again, let alone moving northwards in yet another decisive strategic manoeuvre after so long, so when the scar-faced Rogue of Westcape saw the Lord-Colonel's segment of the line lighting up with activity, further rushes would mount up upon those that were already going back-and-forth from the top of his skulls to the very tips of the Knight-Captain's toes. Every last pore on Sir Alun's skin would come alive with goosebumps, catalysing a shiver like none he'd ever felt before, the likes that brought a smug smirk across Reed's face as he rounded on the comm-link unit with clear intent.

<"All Cataphracts, this is Reed! Sending coordinates to the local-channel on the comm-link array, you know what we're needed t'do.... Maintain AP-usage! Weapons-free - fire, fire, FIRE!!!!">​