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

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Jungle
Allies: Mandorlians/Crew: [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Duyuri"]
Enemies: Guerillas

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Objective: Assault and purge area of Guerillas

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With a mechanical groan the Asmodium's landing equipment seizes up and into their compartments, bursting to life in a shower of dust and spark it begins to take flight, moving along the the dense jungle canopy following their designated coordinates, with a low heavy hum the ship lets a torrent fantastic light loose sending both ground and flora up in splinters and plumes of smoke, clearing the land below for landing. The ship lands with a 'thud' a lone path expanding from the ships gangway, a group exiting the ship in a shower of piston induced steam.​

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"Have your weapons ready, we're in hostile territory. Shoot everything that ain't a Mandy." he'd say pulling the cigar from his mouth its wisping tail of silver grey smoke leaching from its head, his thumb and forefinger would pointedly bend and release flicking it towards the line of trees. "If it comes to it we'll burn them out."​

 

[CrypticNoodle]

Fiarr Exits via the gangway boots tapping on the metal ever so subtly. He holds his Valken 38 blaster rife in his hands finger on the trigger scanning the vicinity looking down his iron sights searching for any threats.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would swagger off the ship, his coat rippling in the occasional wind, his guns held aloft, not bothering to look around, worrying that he might kill the wrong thing"So captain, what are we killing? Something Fluffy? Scaly? Insecty? I need to know what is okay for me to murder, and what is prohibited?"
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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"Everything except Mandies, you can tell a mandy apart from the other cause every single one has a jetpack. One must think it be strange that an entire society is packing one, how many times were they thrown off buildings before this became a thing." he'd muse looking back to thraxis, his arms rolling counter clockwise in their sockets stretching. "Now we could trudge through the forest engage in fire fights, or we could chuck a few drums worth of oil and wait in the ship. Thraxis get the oil we're having a barberque. The rest of you keep guard."​

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[member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Seris Vant]

Location: Strill One
Allies: [member="Verz Horak"]
Objective: Join Horak's Squad

One platoon marched out the main gate as Seris watched. [member="Strider Garon"] himself was leading them out to the field. That was something she liked about the Mandalorian's. Everyone fought, from grunts to Field Marshals. That was the culture she'd spent the last two years immersed in. Learned, lived and respected. She was not formally a Mandalorian though. Actually an Omegan by citizenship. Not that it mattered. They pay was good, and they always had someone who needed to be brought down.

Seris finished stripping down her new particle beam rifle, snapping in the power cell with a clack. It was a shame her old slugthrower was lost fighting Akala. Probably would have been more satisfying to kill the god with that and see her whole head pop off. Maybe she should just count herself lucky she was able to survive at all. Another squad was forming up to head out. Going to save some pinned down friendlies if she overheard right. Operations were expecting her to move out in under an hour anyways. Seris packed away her cleaning kit and slung the rifle over a shoulder. Lastly picking up a new helmet to replace the one she also lost in the Netherworld. The old one was lost a lot more humorously than the rifle was.

"Maybe Horak, you should save more than their rear ends. Folks appreciate their limbs and torso too". Seris hadn't really gotten to know the Mando over the last few weeks. But running recon ahead of him a few times was enough for her to crack wise and show a sharp toothed grin as she walked up. All in front of his men, likely to their amusement and his disdain. War was hell though, and if you weren't going to smile through it you got to be the grim dark bastard no one liked. "Hows about I roll with you and the boys on this one eh? Had a lot of fun with the last firefight we were in and I'm always looking for a good fight".

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Moving out From Forward Operating Base "Strill One"
Immediate Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"]
Objectives: Shoot some folks. Pewpew.

The call for file formation went out and La moved into place with the rest of her comrades, looking for all the world like a proper soldier and not the haphazard freelancer she was at the core. A freelancer who was good at taking orders, but a freelancer all the same. She had to admit, the camaraderie was slowly starting to grow on her, but the food was bad and she was still pretty sure no one was paying her. Soul was still in tact though! That was a victory.

Plus you got better contracts when you could say you'd taken a few planets fighting with the Mandalorians. The armour was always good for business, but a proper resume to back it up? Yep, that'd take care of a bar tab or two.

Her thoughts swung back into the current moment and she paid close attention to every scrap of data her HUD was feeding her. These damned rebels liked their ambushes. La preferred to be the one doing the ambushing, and had dug and lined a few pits with sharpened stakes and laughed and laughed when the opposition fell in. But one little friendly falls in and gets a little bit maimed, not even dead or proper crippled and it was all irresponsible and what were you thinking and inhumane. Bah.

 

[Thraxis]

"Yes captain [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], its a darn shame we didn't bring any spices with us, we could have invited everyone!" Thraxis would respond, beginning to bounce with glee at the prospect of murder, "I really do hope they don't get burned, I hate eating charcoal." he would begin to walk back to the ship gathering as much spare oil as he could to prepare for the BBQ.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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Hoisted on shoulder the iron wrought barrel clattering among the up turned roots and boulders, leaving them in careless piles surrounding the forests fringe so the fire would fan out. Black pillars of smoke would rise tongues of fire lept and weaved among the trees in great abandon, swelling up from minuscule patches to a wall of flames warping and twisting the air under the canopy turning the very air into choking black veil of smoke.​

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"You're eatin' habits be weird Thraxis, but do as you wish." he'd say moving back into the ship his coats tails being whipped up by the heated breeze. "Well good job done I say, who's up for celebration just close the door when you're done watching the fires." he'd say settling into his chair his scuffed coat settling around him. "Someone get the drinks out!"​

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[member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Seris Vant"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Moses Odom"] [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Caerys Argente"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Condor"] [member="Noah Corek"]​

 

[Thraxis]

"Yeah, this is gross, I don't know what I was thinking, whatever were cooking would have been better baked then Barbequed, oh well, lets drown out there searing pain with booze!" Thraxis would say, his zeal from the murder dwindling in amount, though still being ever present.

 

[PadawnPrawn]

He wasn't very much use anyway, not being willing to tell the Mandalorians no if they wanted to go back to fight. It was only natural for them to want to fight, or at least natural to Mandalorians. If it weren't for Ana, he would've found all Mandalorians to be a strange and violent people. She had taught him a lot, in combat and in ways to open up his mind.

He had learnt to cooperate with many types of people and species, a skill that was needed if you were going to travel around the galaxy. He watched for a moment as Ana healed a patient then stepped back as she regarded him. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Grabbing his gun, he jogged over to his master's side and nodded. It would be foolish to leave her side, especially so early on in his training. He felt safer by his master's side, nonetheless.

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Western Hemisphere, somewhere deep in the forest
Allies: Mandalorian forces
Enemies: Misc. Rebels
[member="Strider Garon"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Moses Odom"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]


There was a bit of a jolt as Caerys received the transmission from Field Marshal Garon, along with the coordinates and travel plans he had sent her. Being an HRD, her response was consise, to the point and terribly laconic. "Acknowledged," she transmitted tersely, unemotionally. By this point she was knee-deep in rebels and blood-splattered. Well, splattered with their blood, of course, since the death machine obviously did not bleed.


At this point one might indulge in pseuo-philosophical musings about important questions such as...war, what is it good for? What the cause of these rebels? Were they nationalist patriots seeking to, as they would see it, liberate their world from foreign dominion? Socialist revolutionaries who sought a more equitable redistribution of property? Caerys was, you might have guessed it by now, wholly indifferent to this sort of question. The motivations of both her opponents and allies were of no concern to her, beyond the detached curiosity of a scientist. She was a death machine forged by the orders of a long-dead Eldorai aristocrat to murder her rivals, her very existence was the result of organics' natural predeliction towards bloodshed, war and betrayal.


She had been created to murder. And so she did. With the rebel numbers weakened but still strong and them raining down blaster bolts and explosives upon her, sniping them from afar was no longer a viable tactic. The unexpected sniper assault and the detonation of mines had claimed many of them, but now they had rallied and were trying to swarm her. Process of elimination had to be initiated and so she went on the offence. Part and parcel of being an HRD was the ability to move rather silently and so, as explosions thundered across the forest, she struck. As chaos raged all around her, Caerys had plain and simply jumped upon a tree, hiding there, silent...till a small group of rebels happened to come her way.


Dropping down one rebel suddenly found his movement halted as she sprung down upon him and seized him between her legs, crushing his throat in a snap with her murderous thighs. His comrade fired upon her but she simply tossed him against a tree. A rebel came upon her with a vibrosword and rammed it down upon her body, making her shake and be pushed back just a bit...but then she was upon him again, implacably...and with a powerful punch smashed his head into paste.


Blood and brain matter splattered upon her fist, an explosion from a grenade thrust her through the air and shrapnel showered her. Smoke coiled off her body from the blast and in places the metal beneath her was showing. Dual bolters found their way into her iron grip. One loaded with explosive bolts, the other loaded with APE rounds, which were essentially miniaturised HEAT shells that could tear an unarmoured target apart, especially since they produced an effect similar to dum-dum rounds.


BAAAAM BAAAM BAAAM The two bolters, implements of beautiful destruction and brutal carnage, barked and punched out rounds. With a dispassionate look upon her damaged face, with not a hint of emotion, Caerys advanced as the bolts slashed straight through the flesh of the rebels or blew them up. Many were able to turn in time, but still the guns demanded their tribute in blood. Explosive bolts tore their cover away and blew apart limbs, APE rounds ripped them apart. Smoking corpses were left behind. The bolters were quite heavy and bulky, but when you had super strength and the processing power of an HRD, along with advanced sensors and such, that was not much of a bother. Besides, given the area of effect damage produced by firing bolts through what was essentially a semiautomatic grenade launcher, precision shots were less important.


Blaster bolts and slugs peppered her, but they just seemed to bounce off her armour or in any did little to stop her. Corpses lined her way as Caerys continued her purge, moving deeper into the forest. Her goal was not to take on the entire rebel force by herself, rather she was harassing them by pumping out a ridiculous amount of firepower, whilst at the same time drawing them closer to the Mandalorian reinforcements. Caught between the both of them, the partisans would be wiped out.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

"Cap'n, slide us over some of the hard liqour!" he'd say to Flannigan, after they had just burnt down a forest. "The thought of squealing little pigs make me thirsty."

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Deliverance-class Carrier Argus
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Toprawa rebels
Objective: provide logistical support to ground forces

Gir slipped into the ship's flight ops center amid the chatter of flight controllers with their pilots. It had been an interesting operation. Many of the Republic personnel felt a little bit odd fighting alongside the Mandalorians. After all, historically the two governments had often been at odds which each other. It had taken a formidable enemy, the One Sith, to unite the two nations. He slipped past a sullustan to stand at the edge of a holo-tank, just in time to watch a pair of holographic Republic gunships depart to the surface of Toprawa. If they had been like the other ones, each gunship would be carrying a Republic fire team to a hotspot on the war-wracked world. A soft voice just to left of him interrupted his reverie.

“I hate seeing this,” said the middle-aged brunette.

“Soldiers deploying to battlefield?”

Captain Ryies nodded.

“It's what soldiers do though,” suggested Gir.

“Oh, I know that Commodore,” said the woman, “it's the part where they die for another's cause.”

“Our causes are one, at least for the moment,” said Gir, “the good they do here will allow the mandalorians to help do us good when the One Sith inevitably come knocking at our door.”

“I suppose so,” admitted Ryies, “but that doesn't make me feel any better about this.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I don't think the rebels are going to attack the Argus...”

She gave him a brief mock-scowl, “I heard that some pretty good blaster shots, maybe they can hit us from down there. But seriously sir, I have heard that some of the rebels are pretty good shots. Do you feel safe going down there?”

Gir bit his lip, “Not one hundred percent safe, but safe enough, I suppose.”

“That's a weak answer. You haven't thought about the possibility of dying?”

“Too many times,” replied the man, “but this might be well worth the risk. A chance to study the Mandalorians in action, see what we can learn from them.”

“Our marines are good...”

“...and they can get even better,” finished Gir, “don't get me wrong, I admire the Mandalorians. They're good fighters, and they have a sense of integrity and honor that I find appealing, but I'm not about to become one just by observing them.”

“Don't get yourself killed down there, Commodore.”

“I'd give you my word...”

“Except you can't,” she said weakly, “good luck.”

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Location: Avenger Class Star Destroyer Caledonia
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Toprawa rebels
Objective: provide logistical support to ground forces

"Excuse me, Maam? May I ask a question of you?" Captain Rovins had become well aware of Kayleigh's discreet operations taken under the liberty of her own free will, without the express go-ahead of the Senate. Thankfully however, the only one above her that could possibly give her flak about her whereabouts was [member="Geneviève Lasedri"], and if that blasted woman didn't know where she was, all the better. Communications delivered to her office back on Onderon would be met with a simple response of "The Supreme Commander is undertaking a field training exercise and will be back in approximately 1 week." That should at least keep the Senate watchdogs off her back for the interim.

"Go ahead, Rovins. Though I am sure I already know what you plan to ask." The blonde was extremely cordial with her crew, which was part of why they both respected her, and enjoyed serving under her. She was easy going, but focused. "Were we given app-" Kayleigh cut him off mid-sentence, finishing it for him and answering the question all at once. "approval to engage enemy territory under a newly formed alliance with a government with which we've had continuous strained relationships with for generations? All in the hopes that later on when the Sith come knocking that they wont deliver us on a platter to them? The answer is no, Captain. We were not given approval for it. Of course, if you'd like to talk to that hat wearing priss Lasedri, by all means, have at it."

A wide grin made its way about the Captain's face as he shook his head, entirely unsurprised by her actions. She was one hell of a leader, but boy, the things she put herself through for the good of the Republic and their allies. She had adopted the term Crazy Kayleigh, given to her from [member="Orick T'ane"], as it seemed fitting. Most of her predecessors wouldn't be found on the battlefield engaging the enemy, but rather, like Lasedri, sitting in a cushy office somewhere dictating troop movements from the safety of their own planet.

Not this girl. She got into the nitty gritty. Turning once more to Rovins she smiled. "The bridge is yours once again, Captain. I am beginning to think you run this ship more than I do. I am going planet side. Watch over my baby until I make it back." The Captain gave a salute and watched as she made her way off the bridge. She would head towards her quarters to don her armor, collect her weapon, and board a dropship that would take her and a squad of 6 marines to the ground. As she fitted herself back into the Revenant armor, the HUD would illuminate, and a comm would send out to [member="Strider Garon"]. "Strider? It's Tyven. Dropping your way. On the ground in 10." The channel would be open to Republic troops as well, so that [member="Gir Quee"] would be able to hear her as well.

 

[Arumi Zy]

Location: outside of rebel observation post
Allies: Mandos
Enemy: rebel scum

He had been tracking the small unit for well over an hour now, taking care to stay far enough behind not to be noticed. The dark one had finally tracked them to their base, it wasn't a nest like he had hoped but a small OP. A few well hidden tents and supplies with a little under a dozen rebels in play. He sat there and watched them identifying major players and weak points, sweat beaded down his nose he he watched the sentries and their patrol.

He considered radioing for back up but the numbers weren't enough to warrant that. Instead the stalking predator would now become a killer. He slinked in low to the first sentry, a mere meter between him and detection. Like a coiled serpent he struck wrapping a hand around the mans mouth and savagely digging into the unfortunate rebels throat until he had almost removed it. Slick with blood and carnage the brutal dark wider laid the corpse down and dragged it back behind a tree. He had another sentry to deal with who would be making his way to his former compatriots position NOW!! His knife found the mans soft chin and slid up to his brain. Arumi grabbed the corpse before it hit the ground, he moved in closer to the camp. He couldn't give then a moment to call for aid or warn others. He slid his dagger back into its scabbard and drew his Beskad.

Three rebels by the fire, two near the communications array, one in the crapper and two in the command tent. That is where the Intel would be, the man he had identified as their leader was pouring over maps. He summoned forth the force and burst forward, opening one of the goons by the fires belly, a slash upward removed the arm of his companion. The dark one stabbed both blades forward eagerly into the last ones belly. With surprise gone the other rebels had grabbed their weapons.

Arumi threw one of his beskad as hard as he could at the out house, a wet echo ensued. He dipped and dived avoiding the incoming blaster fire from the remaining four. He hissed between his teeth before slinging his last beskad into the chest of one of the goons by the cons array, rushing forward he had produced one of his light sabers. It weaved in a blur of red light deflecting a blasted bolt back into the rebel who fired it. Two left.

He snickered as he deflected the incoming fire, intent on his last kill. He pushed forward with the force knocking both men back, reaching his hand out he lifted the non-officer and smashed him against a rock, twitching his wrist he smashed him against a tree. He repeated the force slams until finally letting go to watch the crumbled and shattered body fall to the ground.
[member="Strider Garon"] " field Marshall negative on the nest only a op post. I have captured some equipment and Intel as well as a rebel officer. I am standing by for your orders".

Arumi flicked his wrist one last time sending a chair into the head of the officer, sure it was a waste of the force but it was entertaining.

 

[Uriel Manteroni]

Location: Next Avenger Class Star Destroyer Caledonia
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Toprawa rebels
Objective: provide close air support to ground forces, including attacking tanks, armored vehicles and other ground targets.

Thought; Speech; Action; NPC.

Uriel flies the Star Destroyer Caledonia. In the IFF console he has a friend, Uriel remembers a time, long ago, when he led dozens of these warships.

I hate escort missions and support to ground troops! I hate to shoot on troops on the ground ... my business is dogfight, as ancient warriors in their mounts, fighting with honor ... NOT firing Sienars cannons of 0,1GW against living beings on the ground !!

But anyway ... mission was mission ...

Uriel connects with the Dropship communication system. And he calls:

"Dropship from Caledonia ( [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] ), here Clawcraft Vampire 1. I am on your right wing, regular distance, escort mission. Copy clear?"

While waiting contact of the Dropship, Uriel think: People with courage these, entering into enemy territory, only with the armor of the body ... undoubtedly heroes (http://www.vagalume.com.br/tove-lo/heroes.html).

Uriel orders his QCP to contact [member="Strider Garon"]: "Vamp inform Strider our position and ask new mission, when the Dropship in soil."

Vamp: Yes sir.

Uriel accesses your datapad and connects the personal link of [member="Seris Vant"], when Uriel "fell" for this time, in Hell Arion, against Akala, was Seris who instructed him in these new times, and appointed him to be recruited by the Mandalorians, was a friend. Uriel calls Seris: "Seris, here Uriel, Copy clear? I am in re-entry procedure in Toprawa's atmosphere. Tell what your location, and when you will have a break in operations for we can meet, I'm bringing a gift for you!"

It was a Jhantorian Wine, something very rare, should cost the price of a Star Destroyer. It was part of a charging hidden by Uriel in your thief times.

Awesome! As this wine can endure 800 years! Then Uriel think: "Wow !! I do not know if Jawas drink wine?!!?

 

[Axo Mend]

Location: Forest clearing near Forward Base
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Toprawa rebels
Objective: provide logistical support to ground forces



Axo looked around as he stepped off of the ramp to the drop ship. He saw the other ship next to his in the forest clearing and saw Admiral [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] leading her marines of of the ship. She was issuing orders to the troops around her and he slowly wandered over to the gathering. His eyes roamed the forest around him. The tree tops were lost in the sky above him and the leaves were a multitude of colors and shapes. He had seen forest worlds before and had even trained on a couple in his years as a youngling, but this world had massive trees with thick trunks and long branches. It reminds me of those pictures of that forest moon that orbits Endor.

He had wisely left his long robe aboard the Caledonia, the heat was already making several of the marines around him sweat. Being from a water world, he was more prone to drying out in the heat than sweating. luckily the air was humid, so even while it was hot, it wasn't completely uncomfortable for the young Jedi. He saw the troops beginning to move as a unit, scouts were beginning to separate from the rest of the formation. The admiral had finished speaking to her men, and while Axo couldn't see her face behind her armor, he knew she was done talking to anyone on the ground.

He walked over, a smile on his face as he neared, " Admiral, I am padawan Axo Mend, How can I assist you with your mission?" He adjusted the two hilts on his belt as he waited for her to answer.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Avenger-class Star Destroyer, Caledonia
Allies: [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Foes: None, yet.
Objective: Babysitter Bodyguard

"You entirely sure about this? I don't exactly like the idea of you guarding some other woman's body."

"Miranda, I'm just doing my job. Just keep your virtual fingers away from my throat if I have to jump on her in case a grenade rolls by."

"No promises."

Staff Sergeant Marcus Foster sighed inwardly, shouldering the trusty CZ-836 assault rifle with gusto. The armored man tossed the sling around his shoulder and let the dead weight fall on him as if it were nothing. They called him Pappy for a reason. Being an infantryman since your eighteenth birthday and surviving just one campaign made you old. He'd been through almost seven now. To be quite frank, this battle-scarred man wasn't even in his thirties yet and his back was already starting to hurt, he complained about civilians and wacko officers, and his career involved getting shot at.

He loved his job.

"Tell me about this... Supreme Commander."

Miranda's holographic image danced across the screen, hands on her hips. "Not your type."

"We've been over this," the soldier groaned, "Like literally five seconds ago. Put on your business hat, dollface."

The affectionate name seemed to have worked as a smile slowly creased her lips and cobalt blue eyes twinkled with cheerful defiance. "She likes her job too. Very personal with her men, and she likes to do things her way. Lots of reports regarding her jumping into action to lead men and get results."

"I thought you said she wasn't my type." He felt his own grin approaching. Miranda's hands remained on her hips as she peered forward with narrowed eyes.

"Shut up and get to work."

"Yes, ma'am."

He was already here at the Drop Pod bay. All he had to do was snag one of those oh-so cozy two man (or woman) pods for he and the Supreme Commander.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: In the Forest, Second Platoon
Allies: [member="Moses Odom"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Caerys Argente"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Pappy"] [member="Axo Mend"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Objective: Frak up Toprawa guerrilla Forces

"Copy that Tyven!" Strider replied back to the republic's supreme commander. "Touch down at these co-ordinance and play catch up with my platoon. I will keep you informed of our location"

"Uriel, Hang close for air support after drop is made!" He would command [member="Uriel Manteroni"]

"Arumi, Vod!" He would reply back to his dark force wizard master "Move to our location"

Strider could hear the explosions in the distance, which could only be Caerys Argente engaging the main force of the guerrilla fighters. The Forest was thinner than Garon would have preferred for a stealthy approach, scattered trees and low, scraggly undergrowth. But he knew better than to put off by the less than optimal. The Rebels were going down and Strider was going to see to it that as many of the mandos as possible were going to survive.

The Platoon was in file moving through the forest, and it wasn’t Garon, but one of the warriors who spotted the first rebel. “aru'ela!” The mando said on the fire team comm circuit. From his position on the squad’s right flank. “Thirty, Thirty-five meters, my right front”

Field Marshal Garon, listening in on all the fire team circuits, heard and said “Second squad, freeze.” Then, to his third team, “What do you have Tora?’

“I, Ah, I----. There they are. I c-can make out seven. Oh hell, they’ve spotted us!”

Garon Heard the crack-sizzle of blasters from his right and saw the flashes as two rebels were hit and flared into incandescence. He then got on the comms “Second team, flanking them”

A Rapid Series of crack-sizzled from Garon’s EE-3 carbine tore into one of the rebels off in the distance. “Second Squad! Second Fire team, pull back. Firing as you go. Third Fire team, swing to your right, pivot on the first fire team. First fire team, pick targets and flare them!”

The platoon rallied and began to act as a coordinated unit, like clock work they listened to their marshal's orders with confidence that they knew the man had their best interest of survival in mind. The initial contact caused a small spur of excitement but the Mandalorians were settling in fine into the battle, squads maneuvering efficiently to bring maximum death to the enemy.

Seven rebels, armed with blasters and a heavy E-web, were running through the forest, headed towards Second Squad’s position. Strider would let off a warning to his fellow squad mates and the rest of the platoon before moving. Strider had seen enough of the rebel’s repeaters in action with in this campaign to know how they were set up and that he didn’t need to close on one in order to kill it. When he’d increased his lateral position relative to the gun by a hundred meters, he began moving straight on a perpendicular path that would lead him to a position a hundred and fifty meters to the gun’s left. Behind him, he heard the crack-zizzle of blaster fire and the whooshes of heavy fire.

Little more than two minutes after leaving his position. Strider was where he wanted to be. Now he was thankful for the thin forest—he had a clear line of sight to the rebel E-web crew. But that same line of sight gave him a clear view of a platoon of rebels heading on an angle to flank His Second Platoon. Most of them were carrying blaster rifles.

Halfway down the platoon line, a small group of rebels, maybe half a dozen, advanced closely together. Strider carefully lowered himself to a prone position and sighted on the farthest rebel in that group, aimed, and pressed his carbine’s trigger. Instantly, he shifted his aim to the middle of the group and fired again. Once more he shifted aim and shot the nearest. The rebels in that group were bunched so close together that it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Then Strider would turn his attention to the rebels closest to himself. They had been confused by the unexpected fire, but their NCOs quickly began shouting orders and they were dropping to the ground to return fire. The old mando was smart enough to had moved quickly back to safety of his platoon.

The forest was lighting up to be a full pitch battle, There were more rebel platoons converging on this position against the Mandalorians single platoon, a couple of force users and a few republic marines that should have hit ground by now and maneuvering to this battle. He was sure that Argente was having a hay day, skirmishing through the enemy ranks and causing havoc where ever she reached.

Second platoon was holding their own but reinforcements was going to be needed and needed fast. They had suffered casualties as well but still in good order to keep up the fight. Plus, thats what he had the jedi there for, sides from being good meat shields for blaster fire they also made great field medics.

"All forces converge on this position. We have at least four platoons of rebel forces that need to be slotted" Field Marshal Garon would send off the order to all those in on this current campaign to come and party.

 

[Condor]

Location: Somewhere above the forest
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: guerilla forces
Objective: Scout and report
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Condor grimaced slightly as he started to lose altitude, reluctantly using some of the fuel to keep himself at a decent height. His heads up display showed the occasional rebel heat signature heading in the direction of the Mandos, but nothing serious. Scouting like this could get awfully boring sometimes, even with the adrenaline rush of flight. He yawned slightly as the steady beeping of the infrared reader found rebels every few seconds. He could see them, but they couldn't see him. Even if they did have a clear line of sight from out under the canopy of trees, he had painted the underside of his wings ad suit to match the sky, so no one would see him unless they were looking for him.


He was jerked wide awake when the infrared sensor started going crazy and the loud, obnoxious beeping filled his ears. He glanced at the heads-up display and saw a mass of heat signatures moving through the forest towards the Mandos. It looked like 40, maybe 50 rebels. He couldn't count them all. Still, he could signal the Mandos.

"Strider, this is Condor. I've got 40, maybe 50 hostiles heading your way and fast. ETA is roughly 3 minutes," Condor said, the roar of the wind drowning out most of what he said. Suddenly, the rebels split into two groups, one heading towards [member="Noah Corek"] and his group while the others continued on to [member="Strider Garon"]'s forces. Frantically, he grabbed the com again and yelled into it, "Strider, tell your OP boys that they have hostiles incoming, looks like 30. I'll keep going ahead and try to find where all these guys are coming from."