shh we're hunting wabbits (Mandalorian Dominion of Toprawa)

[Strider Garon]

Toprawa​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4dopv9TrvI

Location: Western Hemisphere Forward Operating Base "Strill One"
Allies: Mandos
Objective: Subdue Toprawa guerrilla Forces

Day 30; its been nearly a month since we have annexed Toprawa and yet we are still fighting. The guerrilla forces have held up deep in the Toprawain forests and have continued to harass our forces on a daily basis. From terrorist attacks in the capitol to belligerent ambushes in the forest have yet to dampen our will to smoke these rebels out. We have pressed hard and now find ourselves engaging the resistance in rural warfare for they have entrenched themselves in these forests. They have laden the paths with booby traps and their snipers are crack shots. But it will only be time that those that have resisted the United Clans of Mandalore shall be broken. ​

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Field Marshal Strider Garon would look up from his ancient flimsy journal. He was up on the battlement of the Operating base, his eyes fixed upon the dense forest before it. The enemy was out there, efficient at their trade in bushcraft and survival. A testament to their skills for the Mandalorians have not yet to rid them of their will to fight. But then again, would any mandalorian worth their salt give up and roll over for an foreign military's occupation of home. Strider knew the answer to that, no, no they would not and he himself would rather die fighting then give up. Such made him respect the guerrilla, he knew exactly what they were fighting for.

The rest of the planet fell in order with out much resistance. The Mandalorians negotiated that and instead of disbanding their military and leaving thousands of soldiers jobless and spiteful they had kept them and increased their wages. All that was left was the spirited patriots that refused to bow.

A active com blipped on his HUD and with a blink Strider activated it. "Marshal! We have wounded coming in!" it was a Rally Master on duty in the Ops bunker that relayed the information to Strider.

Strider stood up to see a light speeder making quick for the Base's entrance. It was the morning patrol and from the reports flining in on his HUD they were hit hard in an ambush. Five KIAs and three walking wounded. These forests belonged to the Toprawaian fighters and Strider knew that this campaign was going to be bloody. There was nothing neat in such forms of warfare when one was against those fighting for a cause they would unhesitatingly lay their lives for.

"Tsikador sol'yc traatika!" The old man growled, ordering the rally master to ready first platoon. "I will join them"

Strider would move off the battlement and make his way towards the armory. It wasn't long before First Platoon was rushing in to gather kit for the next patrol out. They would of been told that their Marshal would be joining them as well. The old man liked to lead from the front and he had a hankering to collect on death that was owed. They killed give mandos this day, Strider wanted double in return.

 

[Arumi Zy]

[member="Strider Garon"]

Arumi spat on the ground as he surveyed the surrounding area, the stink of rebels stung his nostrils as he moved forward. While many of his ori'vod and Knights had stayed behind to prepare for patrols he had set out to hunt. He was hunter, he was a predator in the bush. That was his prime, his very soul. He needed little and wanted nothing save the feel of flesh breaking beneath his beskad. Many would consider the ancient dark sided a sociopath for his enjoyment of death and destruction but for every body left in his wake Order grew. The absolutes of law and order was what the dark one craved and had he fought most for.

He channed his com to report in [member="Strider Garon"] " I'm hot on the trail of a bush unit, twenty, maybe thirty minutes a head of me" he said as he followed the subtle signs of a people talented at not being found. A bent blade of grass here, a disturbed log there. He stooped low as he examined a boot print, whipped away and hidden with only the slightest sign it had been " Light infantry, ten at most" he said into his con. This was not a large unit, nothing he was concerned about at least " I am going to track them for a while and see if they lead me to a nest" smiled as he envisioned the screams that would soon follow.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Western Hemisphere Forward Operating Base "Strill One"
Allies: Mandos [member="Strider Garon"]
Objective: Subdue Toprawa Gorilla Forces


La loved forests. And jungles. And tundras. And basically just any sort of ungodly survival situation no sane person would get involved with. She did not however, love guerilla warfare.

This had been established recently when some utter bastard had shot her in the head while she was trying to eat her dinner. That was just uncalled for. You didn't go about shooting people from a distance during dinner time. Dinner time was sacred. At least it had been a slugthrower, and the slug in question had been stopped by what she was told was a particularly thick skull. Other than a new wound that would likely turn into an interesting scar, not much damage had been done. The woman had sworn mightily, unloaded a few rounds in the direction of the shot and gone back to eating her somewhat bled on dinner. Extra iron. Whatever. She went to have the slug picked out when she was done. Priorities!

Between what she mentally referred to as 'The Dinner Incident', and the constant influx of wounded comrades, La was itching to actually engage the enemy beyond the one or two she managed to pick off at irregular intervals.

The moment the call went out, she moved into position, helmet came down onto head and ACP Repeater was pulled out. Much as she loved her riot gun, it just wasn't the weapon for this. She needed aim. When she finally did see one of the Toprawain geurilla fighters, she had no intention of missing.

 

[Moses Odom]

Location: Western Hemisphere, somewhere in the forest
Allies: Mandalorian forces
Enemies: Rebels
Objective: Kill everyone in my way
Mood: Pissed
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Moses stood behind the tree, his chaingun strapped to his back and his ever-present slugthrower by his side. He had been trying to get back to the base when he was cut off by several of the rebel forces. Inconveniently,the rebels had him pinned down in a hail of lasers and were steadily advancing. Luckily, all of his equipment was running at full power, and he hadn't fired a single laser yet. Still, if he moved out from under the tree he would be filled so full of laser holes his body bag would be the size of a ration bar. Reluctantly, he reached for his com and signaled to the Mando forces.

"Hey, a little help here? I'm pinned down and can't make it back to base. I'm about 2 kilometers from the base, co-ordinates Seven Five Niner Niner Eight Three," he yelled over the com. He could barely be heard over the roar of gun fire around him. He could hear the rebels advancing, and knew eventually they would have to walk around the tree to shoot him. If they did, he would be ready.

After thirty seconds, his patience was really starting to wear thin. He slid his chaingun off of his back and checked the power cells to make sure they were at 100%, which they were. The second he got help, or when the rebels got low on lasers, he would join the fray. For now, all he could do was twiddle his thumbs and wait for help.

 

[Verz Horak]

Location: Near Command Center of Strill One
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Rebels
Objectives: Kill rebels

Verz Horak was ready for combat. He had an E-17 Gladiator strapped to his back and a shatterpistol at his hip. His armor had traces of the forest humidity on it. At least the armor's internal systems made it more comfortable. Verz had only been taking his armor off when he showered, to aoid any incidents with snipers and his head.

He approached [member="Strider Garon"] . It was the warrior's first Mandalorian operation since his return to his home. Verz wasn't sure what, if any rank he held, as his previous rank had been Mand'alor, but he had been deposed, leaving him in a pickle.

However, he was still a capable leader, so he wanted to lead a unit to hunt down some rebels. There had been a guerrilla force nearby for a while, and if the Mandos could wipe them out, they would have some breathing room around Strill One.

Speak of the devil, Mirdala, Verz's pet strill, followed at his heels, smelling all the new scents and wrinkling its nose here and there.

"Strider, if you can spare the men, I'm gonna go hunting for the rebel cell that's been harassing us."

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Western Hemisphere, somewhere in the forest
Allies: Mandalorian forces [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Rebels
Objective: Care for wounded but really want to kill kill kill


Anastasia had made her home within the forests and she always found them peaceful. They were considered a getaway from reality and if they contained a lake within that was just an added bonus. This however was no beach vacation and she didn't see herself going to frolicking in the forest picking flowers anytime soon. Well, not when the Rebels wouldn't just give in and kept fighting. She had to give them credit for that, they didn't give up even when the chips were down. This was silly though because it wasn't as if the Mandalorians were going to enslave them. Why couldn't people just listen to reason?!?

"Hold still," she commanded as she wiped the blood off a solider's wound that she had just healed. Ana knew that he was now ready to get up and go back to fighting but he needed to be patient. Sure Ana could heal using the Force but that didn't mean the patient wouldn't still be sore plus Ana could't do this all day it was draining her energy. She needed him to rest. If she was going to be using her energy for anything it ought to be out there fighting. Her skills were better suited out there or at least she felt so. They had a wonderful medic team.

As she moved to the next patient Ana couldn't help but overhear Verz and Strider speaking about taking a patrol out. This prompted her to speak up. "I'll go with either of you. Just give me a moment." She needed to finish up what she was doing before going anywhere and that included the Vod in front of her with a shoulder wound.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Western Hemisphere, somewhere far ahead in the forest.
Allies: Mandalorian forces
Enemies: Rebels
Objective: Exterminate hostiles


Deep in the seemingly endless forest, a large party of rebels advanced surreptitiously though with great purpose, barely making a sound. The Mandalorian invaders had come to claim this planet, but they intended to try a flanking attack on their bases, and thus had come heavily equipped with blasters and RPGs, the latter supposed to be used in an attack on their transports and to cause havoc. The birds chirped happily and the forest hummed with sounds coming from animals, seemingly tranquil.


Their journey through the forest could be described as uneventful, though they kept a good eye on their flanks and one another, providing mutual cover as they advanced. Everyone of them was clad in fatigues and with appropriate camouflage paint to blend in with the environment, though beneath their clothes they were light armour. Then, all of a sudden, there was a sound of..well, actually there was not much in terms of sound, excluding the groan of the point man of the partisan unit.


One of the fine rebels, undoubtedly a Toprawan patriot, 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, beautiful death. Then another rebel 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. Someone or rather something s shooting at them with a shattergun from distance, a sniper of sorts it seemed.


Commands were barked out and the partisans quickly spread out. Some advanced forward to look for the hidden sniper, others sought cover in the bushwork and behind the rocks. Blaster fire streaked through the air, along with tracer rounds and then a grenade launcher belched out explosives along with an RPG. Suddenly the scenery was a hell of a lot less peaceful as total chaos broke out and so the birds took flight.


A good deal away from the shocked rebels, Caerys Argente, at present sort of employed by Firemane Industries, calmly took aim once more and blew a rebel's brains out with a projectile from her shatter gun. A weapon able to break through most armour while staying silent. Quite close to her a grenade exploded and tore apart a good chunk of a tree, showering her with shrapnel, but she stayed focused. Taking ahold of a detonator she pressed a button and a massive explosion engulfed the rebels as mines detonated, making them die in a shower of blood, gore and limbs.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Capital​

Allies: Undecided/Crew: [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Duyuri"]​

Enemies: Undecided​

Objective: Find Employer​

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A low heavy hum can be heard, breaking from the receding gray atmosphere a rotund expanse of dented metal can be seen on closer inspection you would note that it is a BT-7 Thunderclap, a re purposed Republic assault ship, armour plating flecked with the refuse of aged paint.​

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A mechanical groan that resonates deep within the bowels of the ship, as it lands near the capital in a cloud of sineway dust. A metallic walking platform extends out and in a shower of piston induced steam the hatch opens up a group of strange men walk out.​

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A haggard man with a weather beaten face, a growth of hair that rounds the upper lip and crawls down the chin, a military style coat tucked around him bordering his knees, with flannel trimmings hanging from the shoulders leads the group.​

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“Ah. Don’t you love war, nice people trying to kill nicer people with sticks.” he’d say his upper lip wrapped around a cigar, letting silver grey smoke escape his mouth in plumes. "Now we'll just set up our com link and wait till we get a customer and our link to this war."​

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Intermittent bursts of artificial white light wrack your dashboard, a sequence of numbers lighting up on the florescent green screen, your hands move deftly across the metallic keys isolating the frequency an audible groan of static. "Got a problem, got a war that needs winning or somebody you just don't like, well we've got the solution in super heated plasma, The Jackals will erase and eviscerate."​

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This seems to be an adverb for a mercenary group, as your eye’s narrow and adjust you would see a sequence of numbers, you’d assume you could contact these Jackals with it.​

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[member="Strider Garon"]​

 

[Moses Odom]

Location: Pinned down behind tree in forest, co-ordinates Seven Five Niner Niner Eight Three
Allies: Not to be found
Enemies: Dudes still shooting
Objective: Kill the dudes shooting
Mood: Very Pissed
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Kriff. It looked like nobody was going to help him. All Moses had received was silence from his report, and the rebels were still firing at him. It was time to take matters into his own hands. If Moses had been a man of explosives, he might have had grenades or detonators with him. If he had been a Jedi or Sith, he might have been able to use his lightsaber. However, Moses Odom was Moses Odom, and he didn't get the name "M.O.'' for nothing. Everyone expected him to kill in the same way: the bodies filled with laser holes and the craters left by the slugthrower. His M.O. was hard on his budget. After all, he used up a dozen shots per person on average, and that used up ammo like nothing else. He had extra power cells and ammunition on him at all times though.

He searched in the dirt around him, trying to find something he could use to distract the rebels. Finally, he found a rock by his foot. He grasped it lightly, weighing it carefully. Having only one eye meant a lack of depth perception, and that hurt his aim quite a bit with unfamiliar weapons. He was slowly learning to adapt, however. Sighing deeply, he chucked the stone at a tree on the other side of the clearing. He didn't know whether the Toprawa forces had followed the path of the stone, but they would certainly look when it hit the tree with a might smack.

He heard the gunfire cease for a second, but that was all Moses needed. With a flash, he rotated around the tree, the barrels of the chain gun, already warmed up, firing loudly. The sound was like thunder, only much much louder. Many of the rebels were able to turn in time, but they caught a volley of lasers to the face. Planting his foot on a log, Moses rotated the massive gun quickly, grinning widely as the lasers tore straight through the flesh of the Rebels. A couple bolts whizzed by, but most of the rebels had taken hits before they were able to react. The chain gun didn't have the best aim, but then again, when you're pumping out thousands of bolts a minute, nobody needs aim.

The rebels that weren't being mowed down tried to turn and flee, but bolt after bolt slammed into them, leaving most as nothing but smoking corpses. One rebel managed to fire as he ran and got lucky, hitting Moses. However, two decades in the field had made Moses a very cautious man, and he had enough armor on to take the majority of the hit. He would have a burn on his chest, but that was nothing a little bath in bacta couldn't take care of.

The last remaining rebels continued to run, only two out of a dozen. Knowing the chain gun probably wouldn't hit them, Moses drew his slugthrower and braced himself on his back leg. He fired, the large recoil evident of how much power was packed into the gun. His aim was true; the slug slammed into and destroyed a small tree before passing through one rebel and into the other, a shot that was so lucky even Moses was surprised. The clearing felt eerily quiet as the bodies slumped to the ground, what was left of their heads dropping against their chests.

Moses grinned slightly as he lifted his chain gun again. Not it was time to make his mark on the bodies. The silence of the clearing was interrupted by the roar of the chain gun once more as Moses went to each and every body, pumping bolt after bolt into the sizzling corpses. When he was done, all that was left was a few limbs and the smell of scorched flesh.

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Location: Western Hemisphere
Allies: Mandalorian forces
Enemies: Rebels
Objective: Care for wounded and protect allies

Fletcher had come along to this unfamiliar planet with his master for experience. It was one of the few times he was able to help first hand with a battle. He admired the rebels for not giving in, that was a quality many people would look up to, persistence. Though by now it was foolish and was only leading to their own demise. It was new to him to be spending time in a situation like the one that unfolded before him. He hadn't seen many battles before, or at least hadn't been involved in many.

Often captured in the moment of it all, he wouldn't pay attention or would lose focus, something he needed to work on. After zoning out for a moment or two, he made his way over to stand next to Ana. "Need any help?" he offered, knowing that by now she must be physically and mentally drained. He cared for his master deeply and wanted to help her wherever possible.

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Forward Operation Base "Strill one" ( [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] )
Other Allies: [member="Moses Odom"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Caerys Argente"] [member="Arumi Zy"]
Objective: Subdue Toprawa guerrilla Forces


The old man's HUD was filling up with plenty of data which was a clear indication the Guerrillas were making an offensive. Moses reported contact 2 klicks out, Arumi was on the trail of those that had ambushed the morning patrol and Caerys has reported heavy contact not to far out either. They wanted to pin the mandalorian forces in and behind their walled base, from the looks of things. Now tactics dictate that holding up in the base would still be the ideal plan for the rebels wouldn't have the man power to hold the siege. But Strider was a more unconventional tactician..........

"Verz, Take a squad of ten and hook up with the mercenary Odom at his position. Clear that area of resistance and continue to out flank the Guerrilla's maneuver. I will take sol'yc traatika! (First Platoon) and engage their main force on Argente's reported position." Strider would relay to the ex Mand'alor. Yeah, he may not be the big boss but he was still suited to lead and Strider was going to make full use of his volunteered skill set.

Strider watched as First Platoon was forming up in the ready area of the base. Just an open area close to the landing pads. Mandalorians were efficient at kitting up fast which made for fast deployment. He looked over to the beautiful Ana "You and your student will join me and First platoon! So go gear up, we are going to be knee deep in poo doo soon"

Another blip sounded off on his HUD informing him there be vultures circling the battle. Mercenaries, Strider already had a few hired but the thing about them was that If you did not hire them when they showed up announced to the field of battle, your enemy will. It was a form of extortion and Strider has used it many times in his day. He would grin as he tapped into their com signal "Jackals this is Field Marshal Strider Garon. You are hired. Normally I would like to set out contract price a head of time but battle will be upon us very soon. If you would like to take my word of honor that at the end of this war I will make sure you are payed fairly with bonus if see Above average Battle Efficiency. I will give you landing clearance and location"

With that Strider would send off clearance and the landing coordinates for the Jackals to land in Forward base Strill One. On the plus side, one could never have enough boots on the ground, especially in a bush war. Strider would look at Werdla, she was turning out to be an up and rising warrior in the mandalorian ranks. Yeah, she was a pirate but he did not judge that often on those with lives past the Military life.

 

[Condor]

Location: Somewhere above the forest in dropship
Allies: Mandalorians and their allies
Enemies: Rebels
Objective: Scout, report back
Mood: Peeved
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Condor hated forests with a passion. Others may have seen them as beautiful, serene, peaceful, verdant, or however people wanted to describe them. Condor hated them because they made it hard to fly. The ten foot wingspan on his mechanical wings were great for the open sky and in the city, but in the close-knit trees of the forest, he was almost useless. It wasn't as if Connor couldn't fight without his wings, it was just that they were what separated him from most other soldiers.

He had made the call to scout for the Mandalorians. His jetpack and wings made him an excellent tool for scouting, and he had the necessary readers and equipment with him to do so. He had studies the planet recently, and he had a good idea of where updrafts and downdrafts might be such that he could conserve as much fuel as possible. The jetpack, in order to conserve weight, didn't carry much fuel, only enough for about 30 seconds of flight. However, the wings more than made up for the loss of fuel. Carefully guiding among the drafts and angling his wings, Condor could take a thirty second flight and turn it into thirty minutes. That said, he still liked dropping out of dropships in order to conserve fuel. The crucial seconds that takeoff cost could really add up later in his flight.

He was approaching the drop point, and he signaled to the pilot to open the dropship's doors. He carefully positioned his infrared scanner and his other equipment as he waited for the doors to open. His equipment made a slight ding as he reached the drop point, and he quickly exchanged thumbs-ups with the pilot before he leaped from the dropship.

The first seconds of freefall were always both the most nerve-wracking and the most exhilarating. His stomach dropped as he fell through the air, the only sound being the whoosh of air as he cut through it. He counted off the seconds, and then unfurled the wings.The sudden jerk as the wings caught the air tugged on his shoulders as the wings unfurled completely. Smiling wildly, he angled his wings and looped around in the air once, aiming for the thickest part of the forest. He primed his comm as he flew over the forest, the scanner picking up the infrared signals of anything that dwelt in the forest. He had a live feed on his helmet of what was below, and he monitored it carefully as he soared through the air.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: A bloody safe distance from Mando space
Objective: Cryptic


The Red Ravens were watching the Mandalorians and how they were recovering from the events that rocked the galaxy very closely. Old grudges from old management could still get you killed.. That would have to be dealt with. This could be the first step towards that, one way or another...

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] would get a second message on a secure channel not long after the response from [member="Strider Garon"].

///incoming encrypted message......

...begin decryption...
15%

37%

64%

100%

..message decrypted...

Jackals, accept no payment from the Mandalorians. Fight their battle. Twice the rate they will have paid will be transmitted to your accounts. You will find a sum already deposited in good faith.

I am sure the urge to be paid twice will surface. Do try to resist. You will find being in our good books can be very.. convenient for beings in your line of work.

.....end transmission///////

The message had been signed with a single sigil. A Red Raven.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"This is Flannigan Mcnash, leader of the Jackals and a handsome rogue at that, don't worry Garon, we trust your honour we trust the mandies sense of code, they're not the type for takesy backsies. You've got yourself a deal, send us the details." he'd say leaving the com open, his voice would come as a shout addressing his crew with smug satisfaction. "Today we abuse an already downtrodden indigenous population! For justice, for hope and for creds!"​

[member="Strider Garon"]​

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The com would be closed by this time. "Mm-" he'd say his finger's deftly moving along the terminal, the message rolling across his screen in neon coloured light. "Bloody colour hurts my eyes, but Red Ravens. Payed twice really a shame not to do it, but they've got themselves a deal. Mandies may not do takesy backsies but the Jackals sure do."​

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[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]​

 

[Noah Corek]

Location: Forest of Toprawa
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"]
Objective: Kill Guerillas, Get Paid and Get Home

Noah sighed as he watched a column of Toprawa guerilla fighters moving down a path cut into the forest. This seemed how a lot of these fighters moved around, through paths that they knew about but the Mandalorians didn't. These fighters had honed their hit and run tactics through the last few months of fighting, but thirteen years in the Republic SFD's most premier black ops squad had taught Noah the importance of fighting in small units and using hit and run tactics and right now Noah saw they had one major flaw. They were to big.

The regular unit size consisted of about thirty to forty fighters, this was too many. The main reason guerilla units could effectively fight off larger more conventional units were that they could launch ambushes fast and disappear even faster. But fighting with platoon sized units allowed for a larger amount of firepower but also drastically cut down on their speed.

Another flaw that Noah saw was that they were carrying deployable weapons like E-Webs. Heavy weapons like rocket/missile launchers, grenade launchers and rotary blaster cannons that are man portable are fine but weapons that take time to deploy are a no go when it comes to guerilla warfare. They take too long to deploy and as soon as you deploy them most likely the ambush would be over and you would need to pack it up and take, costing precious time.

Noah sighed as he watched the column walk by, laughing and joking about how they had pulled of a successful ambush, so enthralled in praising themselves that they didn't even notice the ten Omega Pyre sharpshooters above their heads. Reaching behind him, Noah pulled his custom OPSR-1 outfitted with a suppressor off of the back of his Ori'Ramikad Armor and aimed down the sight. Before pulling the trigger though Noah activated his helmets comm and contacted Garon. "Field Marshal Garon, this is Colonel Corek, I'm pretty sure you already know which PMC I repersent, so my question is this: Do you want our help?"

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location. Western hemisphere
Allies. Mandalorians
Position. Jungle. High in a tree
Mood: focused

She had come out early. Her battle partner had been radioed and when he was ready he could join. There were others coming down that was until there was movement.

Arla covered in the local flora and fauna shrugged down using her sniper rifle she was taking aim at the guerrilla that was bearing down on a path toward Strill One Base camp. She reloaded aim. Squeezed. Pop! One down she thought. She could hear comm chatter

[member="Strider Garon"] "more unfriendlies trying to breach Strill One they're using the path to the side gates" Arla peered through the scope there was one playing hide and seek. Then the shot came over her head, but she didn't flinch she kept her eyes down range. "Come on. Peek again" She waited. Patience.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: "Strill One"
Allies: Mandalorian forces [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Rebels
Objective: Gear up to head out!

"I'm good," she half smiled as she looked up to Fletcher. There wasn't much he could do to help her with healing except hold down the Mando's whom were always protesting that they were just fine even if they had just been shot five times. Mandalorians were tough that way and also very stubborn. Her vode were not immortal beings and as such they did need to take time to get medical attention whether they liked it or not. Ana had learned as such that she needed to be forceful with her medical care.

Ana had brought her student on this mission as she thought it would be good practice. She never expected this however it was again good practice for the pending wars they would all soon find themselves in. Fletcher she regarded almost like her son more than a student so she was more cautious. It was silly though because she knew when she did eventually have children she would be taking them out here like this. They would need to learn to be strong Mandalorians.

Glancing down to the wound she found that lucky for her patient or perhaps not so lucky depending on how one looked at it the bullet had gone right through him. This meant that she would just need to heal not pull out a bullet. Placing her hand over the wound she concentrated on repairing the damage that had been down and replicating cells to make him good as new. "I want you to rest now," she stated sternly as she ran over to prepare to go out in the thick of it.

"Ready?" She turned to Fletcher as she put her helmet on. "Grab your gun we are going with Field Marshall Strider. Stay close to me." Ana had given him a gun because well he didn't one. You couldn't always rely on your saber. Ana certainly didn't most of the time. She liked the Flamethrower a lot.

@Condor@Chiasa Kritivaas[member="Flannigan Mcnash"][member="Noah Corek"][member="Arla Balor"][member="Moses Odom"][member="Caerys Argente"][member="Verz Horak"][member="Werdla Dardalab"][member="Arumi Zy"]

 

[Verz Horak]

Location: Strill One
Objectives: Form up squad and rescue [member="Moses Odom"]

Verz nodded at Strider. Time to get some Mandos and fight pff some rebel scum. The crimson Mando walked towards where Mandalorian soldiers were gathering, getting ready to repel the incoming assault.

"Listen up boys and girls! We got some friendlies pinned behind enemy lines! Now, who wants to go save their sorry shebs?"

Verz took note of the looks on some of their faces, some surprised that he was leading a squad, others, the older veterans who served with him before, smiled, knowing that they were gonna have some fun!

[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Condor"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Forward Operation Base "Strill one" ( [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] )
Other Allies: [member="Moses Odom"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Caerys Argente"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Noah Corek"]
Objective: Subdue Toprawa guerrilla Forces

" You are green light to engage, Colonel Corek!" Strider replied To Noah. Yes, Strider knew of the man by reputation only. The two have never met personally and he couldn't remember if they had ever shared a battlefield. But his reputation alone was enough to loose some credits on him and the PMC he represented. The Omega Pyre and the mandos have worked a few times together and Strider was confident in their ability at war far to conclude their presence on this field of battle would be a game changer. "Happy hunting!"

"Marshal! First Platoon is ready to roll out" The rally master informed the old Field Marshal. Strider nodded and sent the soldier back.

Then Arla came over the comms with reports of possible breach attempt happening on the West gate of the base. Now that posed a dilemma, does he order first platoon to fend off the attackers or leave it up to the Red Legion Garrison force to defend the walls themself? There was a main battle force out in those woods and Strider wanted to hit them hard. These dart hits were only aimed at distracting the Marshal and his forces. His decision was made "Arl'ika!..... Keep Red Legion appraised of the situation, they will ward off the rebel scum with your aid"

Strider marched forth towards his 'First Platoon'. "Platoon file formation!" He commanded and the mandalorians would all fall in accordance with his demands. "Move out!" With that the old man formed up into the mandalorian platoon as they marched through the main gates and off into the bush towards Argente's reported position.

"Argente!" Strider would comm the mercenary "We are en-route to your position. Keep em harassed and if need to, retreat towards our location" He would send off his coordinates and travel plans to her.

 

[Moses Odom]

Location: Somewhere in the forest
Allies: Mandos and co.
Enemies: Not Mandos and co.
Objective: Wait for the Mandos to catch up
Mood: Bored
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Moses heard the transmission and sighed. The Mando leader, Spider or something like that, was planing some sort of "rescue mission". However, Moses had rescued himself. Now he had to wait for a whole squad of Mandos to go trundling through the forest and attracting all sorts of attention. He was going to have to wait a while, and he hated waiting.

He looked for someplace to sit and found nothing, so instead he improvised. The chain gun whirred as it warmed up, and after a second of firing he switched it off and waited for the tree to fall. The tree, probably several hundred years old, creaked as it leaned slowly to one side, the branches making a loud whooshing noise as they whipped through the air, and an enormous groundshaking BOOM rang out through the forest as the behemoth finally toppled. Whistling nonchalantly, Moses strode over to the stump and wiped the charred ashes off before sitting down, his chain gun resting across his lap, his legs resting on what was left of one of the Rebels. He shifted until he was comfortable. After all, it might be a while until the Mandos arrived.

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[member="Strider Garon"][member="Verz Horak"][member="Anastasia Rade"][member="Arla Balor"][member="Noah Corek"][member="Flannigan Mcnash"][member="Chiasa Kritivaas"][member="Fletcher Lorcan"][member="Caerys Argente"][member="Arumi Zy"][member="Werdla Dardalab"]