Slime. Muck. Swamp. [CIS Dominion of Dagobah]

[Desmond Voralis.]

"Hey, don't worry, Genesis. We've already got a plan to keep things nice and loud," he grinned broadly before turning, nodding to Olidiv to follow him as he made his way for the dropship.

Once aboard the ship, he promptly tore open one of the cases he'd had stashed aboard, taking the few minutes left before launch to pull out the fresh off the factory line Blas-Tech Reaver heavy repeater, checking over the weapon for any problems before throwing on a backpack power cell and connecting the charge cable to the weapon. He checked the power level display, before turning to Olidiv with a nearly maniacal smirk.

"What do you say, Oli? We ready to do some damage here?" he took the seat nearest to his bike, waiting for the CIS pilot they'd borrowed to take off.

@[member="Olidiv Kenu"], @[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Behind her helmet - yes, she was back in her helmet after the Dominion of Adarlon - both of Bluejay's eyebrows raised in surprise for a moment as she saw @[member="Flynn Blackheart"] leaning against the hull. Then, her common sense kicked in. Naturally he was here, he was obviously stealth-and-infiltration specialized. Equally thankfully, she had her helmet and wouldn't have to borrow a scanner. That had just been embarrassing.

Bluejay's attire had changed only slightly - no cloak, and now she had a helmet. For the third time...thank insert deity here for helmets.

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

Olidiv hopped on nodding cheerily. "As you call it, Desi. Time to make a lasting impression on our opponents, after all!" He said, chewing on the scenery a bit as he laughed gregariously and hopped on the bike, smirking underneath the gasmask, although Desmond could tell from the tone how much adrenaline Olidiv was really on. After all, he loved the big heroic jobs, and what was more heroic than fighting a camp of hostile slavers and storming the enemy fortress? "Let's do this insert! One for the press pages!" He said with a laugh as he check his loadout and grinned. This was going to be fun.

@desmond voralis @[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Onrai]

She slithered deeper into the cave. It was dark, but rather than activate her lightsaber, Circe chose simply to keep her senses at top condition. She continued to step forward, maneuvering down into what appeared to be a walkway with caves and whatnot. There were ancient glyphs written on the walls of this passage, and Circe made sure to copy them down to memory.

Who knew how useful they would be when she found the artifact fragments?

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="T:N1:LDR"]

The force told him that a familiar presence has entered the bridge, his head turning in the direction of the sig. A smile turned up his mouth as he saw Bluejay, he like her, she is professional and a good soldier. One of those people you want beside you in combat. He lurched forward and strode over to her. His head to one side looking her over, dressed to the nines of course and he had the sense that she was at her most comfortable this way. Pity... underneath all that get up is a lovely pretty thing.

He raised his hand and formed a soft fist, one knuckle knocking on the helmet of Bluejay, "May I come in? .. I hope you and I will be a joint force today?". He turned back to the others on the bridge and watched as she did.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Nocturno had marched to the loading bay as soon as his orders were given to him by Rosu, no need wasting time with needless small talk. The High Marshal of the Greater Droid Army stormed through the insectoid catacombs that lead him straight to the hanger where he found that his shuttles were filling up with droids, tanks and artillery pieces. His plan was simple, he would lead set up artillery positions behind the front lines and ran hellish fire down upon the pirates while his Vanguard of tanks and 1,000 men pushed up the hill to break enemy lines. As the Vangaurd got deeper, the artillery would aim higher and soon enough the rest of the regiment would begins its march up the hill after the Vanguard.


Nocturno quickly mounted himself into a nearby shuttle, surrounded by a few miscellaneous droids that were all briskly taken away as the shuttle zipped towards Dagobah. The ride was short and the droid shuttles descended upon the planet quickly, their shuttles blowing grimy water and much through the air as they reached their destination and hovered above them. The shuttle ramps shot open and droids began claiming the ground of a dense swamp just 200 meters from Mount Yoda, the soon-to-be victim of a artillery bombardment. Things were oddly quiet, there was no sounds of native creatures or pirates rushing to defense positions, it was the kind of quiet before the storm that every military leader feared. The pirates were watching, ready to strike.


Nocturno needed to move quick, he had a full regiment at his disposal which meant he had 4 battalions with 840 droids and 12 tanks each plus his artillery and vanguard detachments. The cyborg scanned the surrounding area with his cold eyes, sending his commands to the droids via the up links in his body. The Vanguard would move up the center slope with Alpha and Bravo Battalions going up the West. Charlie and Delta would go without a Vanguard and assault the Eastern Slopes while the artillery battalion set up in the dense wooded areas. Nocturno would meet up with Rosu when he landed, they could figure out the rest of the game plan from there. For now, Nocturno just watched as the AAT tanks and their "Clanker" droid allies unloaded onto the harsh terrain.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

The tall, lanky body of the 7 foot 8 inches Graug towered over every being around him. His spiked armor shone dimly in the light of the hanger and his black eye could barely be made out thanks to their blending with his armor. Strapped to his back was a double sided force pike, his favorite weapon of choice as it allowed him the fluid and swift movement to which he was accustomed. On each hip hung a basic heavy blasters, trophies that signified the triumphs of his pillaging and plundering of ships since the day he became Dread Father of the Lost. That was the only reason he did this, plunder and trophies were the rate at which Trox was paid for his services and he wouldn't be denied his prizes.


Of course, slavers would have many prizes to take. They would have slaves to do with as he wished, guns and armor to take or sell. If he was lucky there might be spice he could loot and sell for high prices on the market, not like he could use the drugs himself anyway. Although, he imagined that he wouldn't mind to try it if his biological make-up didn't keep him from getting even a small high. Oh well, nothing he could do about that was there? The Graug pirate chirped to himself before taking a seat in a very basic shuttle in the hanger, surrounded on every side by Graug in scavenged armor. His plan was to follow on the heels of the CIS entry parties and get inside the compound before the rest of the military. By the time they got there, Trox hoped that they would have moved what slaves they wanted onto the shuttle and taken whatever loot they fancied.

 

[Arken Lussk]

RESOLUTE-CLASS STAR DESTROYER​

INFIRMARY​

TASK: Lead Recovery Effort​

​

With hurried footsteps, Cadmon tromped down the corridor of the vessel. His armor was in place, his helmet tucked under his arm, and his overstocked medical backpack hanging secured on his shoulders. He carried no weapons save for the handgun strapped to his thigh that was never, if seldom, used. The tools of his trade were tucked away in the most organized fashion he could think of: on his person. Everything ranging from bandages, bacta strips, to surgical tools were carried in the pack. Cadmon also carried several rolls of emergency blankets, extra rations (especially chocolate) and tons of painkillers. The young medic was happy to be able to assist in such a mission as this, his enthusiasm no doubt flaring from the bright smile that permanently occupied his demeanor.

The Lieutenant strode into the infirmary, giving his surroundings a quick scan before spotting a lone man resting against against the pristine white bulkhead of the med bay. A grin curved its way up Cadmon's lips as the medic paced forward, "Hey there. I'm Lieutenant Lussk, Cadmon Lussk." He shifted his helmet to a more comfortable position under his left arm whilst extending the right to the man. "Know where a Feena Mason might be? I'm supposed to be working with her.." A furrowing of the brow emphasized his appearance of searching for someone.

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Praxis"] @[member="Dar'jetii"]

 

[Vascious Relens]

CIS Dropship Housing Curtain Call Mercenaries Waiting for Departure

"Degobah... What a waste of time," came a somewhat familiar mechanical voice from behind Desmond and Olidiv. A gauntlet clad hand then grabbed onto the back of Desmond's chair as their older Mandalorian compatriot stopped by them to converse. Vascious had his helmet on now, which explained the mechanical edge to his voice. They couldn't see his eyes, but he was definitely zoned in on Desmond's new gear.

"The enemy will have superior positions and knowledge of the area. Footing will be hard with muddy terrain littered with roots and and dense vegetation. Movement will be slow, and we'll have a lot of rank and file droids out there ill equipped for the planet. Try not to trip to much and get killed with this thing," added the old ex-Sith with a chuckle before he moved to a nearby seat.

@[member="Olidiv Kenu"] @Desmond Voralis

 

[Feena]

"Here. Mrs. Mason is right here!"

Feena called over the chaos of trying to run an infirmary by herself. This was doing nothing for her condition. Take it easy, her doctor had warned her. It might harm the baby, she was told, if she worked herself too hard. Stress was bad.
Unfortunately, stress and healing went hand in hand. And they were vastly understaffed.

"Oh! For the love of- You! Hold this, right here. Do not let go until the bleeding stops!"

Once her hands were free, she pulled off bloody gloves, tossed them and went over to meet the new recruit.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my infirmary? If you want an autograph, I'm afraid you will have to wait."

@[member="Cadmon Lussk"]

 

[Onrai]

The passageway continued down for some distance before levelling off. What had simply been dirt reinforced with a tar-like substance quickly turned into a stone-walled hallway, replete with wooden ceiling supports. Soon, the hallway began to open up, turning into a very large room with a light at the center of it.

The light, she had to admit, was most interesting. It was ethereally red, like an unnaturally-colored flame. There were cultists there, yes, but they appeared frozen, bowed towards the light. As she stepped closer, accidentally knocking a rock over, they didn't seem to acknowledge her presence. She soon discovered why as she ripped back the hood of one of the cultists, revealing a charred, lifeless, nearly skeletal form. Looking at the fire once again, she spotted what appeared to be the fragments inside.

Feed... Live again, to be forged.

Now how was Circe going to break this thing's intelligence up?

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

@[member="Flynn Blackheart"]

"Is the helmet knocking really necessary?" She asked, a trace of humor in her voice as she sidestepped and brought up a hand between Flynn and the side of her head.
"I hope you and I will be a joint force today?"
Bluejay twitched one shoulder by way of response. "Most likely." She replied noncommittally.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="T:N1:LDR"]

Flynn smiled as she brushed his hand away, he leaned in closer to her as to whisper. "Oh of course the knocking was necessary, I would not like to intrude uninvited". Although he joked, it was his way of pushing back the growing bite of hunger. It had been some time since he had partaken of 'soup'.

He had done this on purpose, the gnarling twist in his mind for want of it, only served to make him more deadly in the field. It heightened his sense and kept him alert to his prey. But he is uncomfortable here now. With all these beings in the one room, sensing them all and the intoxicating allure almost becoming to much to bare. He did have one rule though, No CIS member for dinner. And Bluejay is safe, he respects her greatly and would rather starve then take her life.

"We will soon have orders to move out, I must go now and prepare. If you are joining me, come find me when ready", His eyes turned even blacker, he had to leave, as he is not the best of company when in hunger.

 

[Malok]

CONFEDERACY STAGING AREA
MOUNT YODA - BASE​

Before the Grand Marshal could even begin his voyage to the hanger bay of the Resolute-class Star Destroyer, he was addressed by an individual who had earned the clone's respect over the course of the Confederacy's recent history. Darren Shaw was a continual face who had supported the Confederacy since its conception; and was directly responsible for saving the lives of many during the events of the nation's founding day. As such, to say that this particular member of the Templar Order held Genesis' respect was an understatement. He greeted the man with a nod and a smile that was veiled from view by his helmet, before hearing his request and affirming.

"Very well," he said, "take a dropship and meet me at the surface. Keep your comm tuned to our secure frequency. It's good to have you aboard, Master Shaw."

With that said, Genesis made his way down to the hanger bay and claimed a vessel that was occupied by members of his Black Watch. When the signal was given, the dropship lifted off and soared into the atmosphere of the swamp, only to land outside the staging area being set up by the High Marshal and the Greater Droid Army's forces. Before long, numerous dropships descended from the Taskforce assembled above and began to deposit their personnel alongside the position that Nocturno had selected to amass his troops. For the first time since Utapau, the People's Army and the Greater Droid Army stood together as the Supreme Army of the Confederacy; united to battle the Slaver threat.

However, they would not be without opposition, and hopefully the initial brunt of the opposition would be dealt with by the Corsairs and the appointed naval personnel. Only moments after touching down and disembarking, the clone was greeted by the sound of starfighter engines activating and the sight of several squadrons lifting off into the heavens. They were Slaver in origin and were moving swiftly towards the remaining dropships. While they were not as advanced or new as the Confederate starfighters, the pilots maneuvering them throughout the skies were rather skilled.

To say the least, @[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Myra Subach"], and @[member="Sophia Walsh"] had their work cut out for them.

The clone's attention was placed upon the Compound known as Mount Yoda shortly thereafter, and with blaster in hand he sought out and came to a halt beside the High Marshal. He regarded the cyborg with a nod, then said, "What's your entrance strategy, Marshal?" before opening a line of communication to the mercenaries of Curtain Call and the Templars. "Curtain Call, get into position and initiate the initial attack when you are ready. Templars, you're needed at my position...the battle is about to begin."

@Nocturno, @[member="Desmond Voralis."] @[member="Olidiv Kenu"], @[member="Trox"], @[member="Vascious Relens"], @[member="Darren Shaw"], @[member="Lysander of Suarbi"].

 

[Desmond Voralis.]

Desmond laughed, grinning over his shoulder at the old Mandalorian, "I've got options if it comes to that, but we've got the bikes for a reason, big guy," he nodded towards a smaller carbine blaster strapped to the side of his bike, along with a basic survival kit.

He pulled his own helmet into place, rolling his neck slightly once it was strapped down. The dropship lurched as it pulled away from the hangar, beginning its descent to the planet below.

"Once we're in atmo, get your bikes prepped. We aren't gonna be taking up any landing space the big troop transports could be using. Once we're low enough, we drop the hatch and fly right out. Stick together and let's break some strong points, gentlemen."

He let his repeater rest in his lap, a sling holding it at a comfortable tension. His right boot clicked lightly on the deck in a repeating staccato tap as the ship shook slightly from side to side as it entered the upper atmosphere.

"Voralis to Rostu, Curtain Call copies. We'll be in the field in a few moments. Over."

@[member="Vascious Relens"], @[member="Olidiv Kenu"], @[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Darth Metus]

DARK SIDE CAVE​

DAGOBAH SWAMP​

There was much about Pandeima that the Templar Master did not know...but there was no denying that she was silent and skilled. However, due to the fact that he did not readily recognize her from the Roon Sanctum, or anywhere in fact, he was not overtly inclined to trust. This was mainly due to the fact that he grew up on the "dirty streets" of Nar Shaddaa; but it has and would continue to serve him well. As such, Josiah first muttered a greeting devoid of his typical warmth when the newest arrival announced his presence.

"You assume correctly. The name's Josiah, Master of the Templar Order. We're going in, stick close and stay quiet."

With that said, the Master crept after the green-skinned woman and followed closely after the trail of covert death she left behind. Those who laid in the way were not exactly a match for her masterful utilization of the Force, and in only a few moments time, they came upon that which looked to be the fragments they sought...but Josiah felt it was easy. Too easy. Furthermore, according to their intelligence, the fragments revolved around absorbing the presence of the Dark Side cave into them in order to augment their strength, but the light-centric warrior felt no grand fluctuation of the Darkness that was as cloying as the swamp's humidity.

This lead the Templar to quietly voice his opinion.

"Ma'am," he began, addressing the woman with the utmost respect, "our path here was too easy...and these fragments aren't exactly acting like what we're looking for...I think this may have been a tr-."

Snap. Hiss.

The din of a lightsaber's ignition cut the Master off mid-sentence, and upon turning about he was greeted by a cadre of hooded individuals who then formed a semi-circle about the trio. They were twelve in number, each wielding a lightsaber of different hue...and they did not seem to be friendly in the slightest. Driven by instinct, Josiah reached for, grasped, and ignited his own lightsaber; holding its silver blade aloft whilst he assessed the situation. The first of the enemy then leapt forward and Josiah met his blade with his own.

The fight had begun.

@[member="Pandeima"], @[member="Juthan'Athar"].

 

[Darth Metus]

And so the trio would see a new addition: a lieutenant by the surname Lussk. The Mandalorian did not have much of an opinion on this development, although a quick assessment of the man based upon that which he carried and how he carried himself gave him a distinct impression. This impression was simply a defined lacking...a lacking of the muscle that Dar'jetii had. This was not physical muscle in the slightest; but the idea of being the main, combat-centric member of a squad. However, Dar'jetii would never voice these thoughts verbally and abandoned his location at the door in order to brave the Infirmary.

On Adarlon, the doctor had instructed her to take it easy for the sake of the child she carried...and to the Mandalorian's estimation, this was probably not what the doctor had in mind. However, to the legendary Feena Mason, this more than likely was taking it easy; and that fact was something that amused Dar'jetii to no end. Striding forth into the mouth of Hell itself with confidence characterizing each and every step, Dar'jetii came to a halt only a meter away from the Archon of the Templar Order.

"Mrs. Mason, my dear friend, it's time. There are lives in need of saving...and we're going down to the swamp to do it. So put on a pair of shoes you despise, because they're going to be utterly ruined."

@[member="Cadmon Lussk"], @[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Praxis"].

 

[Malok]

At once, the Grand Marshal received the transmission uttered by Desmond Voralis, the leader of the Curtain Call Mercenaries. What he had to say came as excellent news for the clone, as it assured his mind that the dropship would arrive safely in only a matter of moments. Genesis prayed that he did not lose any men as they attempted to journey down from the heavens in order to join the battle on the earth below; nor did he desire to lose a single man when the battle began. But, he recognized this as wishful thinking and dismissed the thought before making a response to the mercenary.

"Excellent," he began, "make sure you land in one piece. Give them hell, Desmond. Over."

@[member="Desmond Voralis."]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Nocturno watched as the Grand Marshal and his forces landed not far from his. It wasn't long after that the clone made his way over to Nocturno and gave him a slight nod before asking about the plan. "We are at an obvious disadvantage, the slavers have the high ground and are dug in." Nocturno began before pointing his metallic finger at the slopes "If are forces try to take them in a fair fight, we will sustain heavy losses that are simply not acceptable. Even with tanks, the slavers can have rocket launchers or IEDs." Nocturno took a pause to turn Genesis's attention towards the Vanguard "A vanguard of 18 tanks and 1,000 men will move up the center ahead of all other forces, this should force the slaver's to reinforce this part of the mountain. After the Vanguard has begun engaging, Alpha and Bravo battalions will begin their march up the Western slopes which will lead them into canyon passes the whole way up to the summit. Charlie and Delta will move up the Eastern slopes which, from aerial surveillance, is shown to be flat ground all the way to the top, aside from the usual rock obstacles. With this strategy we will be forcing them to fight on three fronts, but they still have the high ground and force only knows how many traps" Once again a pause as Nocturno pointed up to the structures high on the summit "My artillery will work to soften hard targets before the ground forces arrive. I will have them start by shelling the slopes to soften them and move up as the ground forces do. Eventually the only targets left will be the structures at the top, I say we need to soften them for ground assault."

 

[Desmond Voralis.]

Airspace approximately 5km from the CIS Staging Ground, Mt. Yoda​

"You smegging know it, Genesis."

He stood almost lazily as the dropship leveled out, reaching up above himself to grip a guard rail before climbing onto the back of his bike, "Alright guys, time to hit sky. Take a few seconds to get a look for targets on the way down. Make sure to listen in to what the hell the rest of the army is up to. Be a damned shame if we flew into a friendly artillery barrage. We're gonna break every last slaver post we come across on this Force-forsaken mountain and laugh about it the whole time."

The docking clamps on the bikes released as the ramp began to drop. They were skimming just over the treeline, roughly 30 meters up. Desmond kicked his engines to life and led the charge out the hatch, head on a swivel for trouble as they exited the dropship.

@[member="Olidiv Kenu"], @[member="Vascious Relens"], @[member="Genesis Rostu"]