Dominion Specters of a Shrouded Past (Silver Jedi Concord dominion of Danuta)

[Hayde Torve]

Wearing her infiltration armor, the woman crept on the rooftop the old science facility. Hearing the characteristic whine of repulsorlifts, she pressed herself against ducting and looked up just in time to see a winged ship descend and then rapidly depart from the courtyard. Friend or foe? Perplexation briefly colored her thoughts - an enemy would have likely taken more time to evacuate people or equipment - clearly the ship hadn't spent enough time to do any of that. Which meant that it probably wasn't a friend of the Bando Gora. Yet if they were allies, why hadn't she heard of them in their briefing? Compartmentalization...it's gotta be it - maybe they're actually the primary grab team, and I'm actually the secondary back-up in case a straight forward approach doesn't pan out...

She made her way to a rusted maintenance hatch and began to pry at it. Red dust caked the recessed hinge, but eventually, enough fell off that she was able to wiggle it open with low groan. She winced at the weight of the thing and was thankful that armor somewhat augmented her strength. Surprisingly heavy. Hayde begrudgingly held it up just enough for her to slide into the access tunnel. Blackness and red dust engulfed her until she toggled her HUD on. Dark vision quickly showed her that the tunnel was empty...save for a single humanoid object up ahead. She drew one of her pistols, a sonic pistol picked just in case she found herself facing an enemy force user. But the darkened visage in front of her did not move. Torve frowned. Does it really think it can simply avoid me by staying so still? She rushed up to it, to discover it was a deactivated maintenance droid whose access panel showed half a dozen chewed up wires. She let out a sigh of relief.

She slipped past the hapless droid and advanced quickly down the narrow corridor. Her HUD showed a thick layer of dust that had no footsteps in it - proof that her entrance was not a high traffic area. Yet the further down she advanced, she could had a gut feeling that others were around. With her pistol at the ready, she approached the exit door. The woman tapped the door control, which caused it to almost instantly slide open. Yet she did not find any Bando Gora cultist or victims in front of her. Instead, she found herself among a number of humanoids who she guessed had been on the ship had seen.

Through her visored helm, she looked at Calligenia Io while lowering her pistol , "Who are you?"

 

[Rann Deshra]

Jetii and their magic...He silently cursed. A Jetii can't read my thoughts can he? A brief moment of panic came across the man's mind before he quickly put up a facade of blustering bravado.

"Well, as long as I'm not a di'kut," muttered Rann to Mig Gred .

A thunderous barrage began to fill the air as the soldiers from Taris began to open fire as a prelude to their attack. The sheer multitude of soldiers present reminded the mandalorian why he had joined the Covenant in the first place - the Concord had people, and lots of them compared to the scattered clans that had once made up the United Clans of Mandalore. We fight for them...so that they'll fight us...that's the plan...right? But only if we live to hold them to it...

With the Taris troopers beginning their attack, the spice addict started forward himself, pistol in hand. His HUD flickered, lighting up with potential friends and targets. He turned the dial on his revolver on, causing his targeting laser to burn brightly on his HUD as he swept the pistol in front of him. The beam highlighted and danced upon walls before it wavered on a nek. Not steady enough. He came a complete halt, and slowly pulled the pistol's trigger. Hot gray gas bellowed out of the gun's barrel as it sent forth a solid slug of durasteel zipping through the air. The gun's weight and specially designed frame dampened much of the recoil, but he still saw the sight and the laser beam ride upwards. As he forced the gun's barrel back down, he saw the result of his handiwork. The slug had managed pierce through the upper left leg of the nek before exiting out through the other leg, shattering both joints completely. Despite the catastrophic loss of mobility, the animal writhed in pain, desperately trying to get its head up as it cried. Feth it...not dead. He quickly fired again in double action. Against a more stationary target, this time the bullet went straight through the animal's spine, destroying a chunk of it almost entirely, and putting the drug-crazed animal out of its misery.

 

[Aayla Shan]

Objective One
Research Facility
Mesh Bodysuit Concealed Saber (Yellow Kyber) Interceptor (Stealth Configuration)

There was quite a bit going on at once when it came to Danuta. Aayla felt thankful for being able to pick up a task that was relatively nominal. In any case, she had tried to provide excellence in most things she did. This mission no different than another. Aayla had inserted well above the facility, using a rooftop drone access hatch and snaking her way into the facilities innards. Her first objective being to locate and neutralize any security presence that may or may not be on site. Though her secondary objectives were shared with the rest of her cohorts; Hayde Torve included.

Had they even met each other yet? It felt weird only knowing another person through mission reports and debriefs, to suddenly be in the field with them. On her way to the rendezvous point, Aayla logged positions of interest into her microcomputer, which was essentially an extension of the SIN Operative Network. As such there was a slow but steady influx of information given to the task group. Numbers, positions, and she had even gift-wrapped the impromptu scouting run with best guesses between security, unarmed contacts; droids included. However, it was to note that the information that would show up in any synced holomaps or HUDS for that matter would only be as good as when it was garnered.

Roughly Sixteen minutes or so...

She slipped past the hapless droid and advanced quickly down the narrow corridor. Her HUD showed a thick layer of dust that had no footsteps in it - proof that her entrance was not a high traffic area. Yet the further down she advanced, she could had a gut feeling that others were around. With her pistol at the ready, she approached the exit door. The woman tapped the door control, which caused it to almost instantly slide open. Yet she did not find any Bando Gora cultist or victims in front of her. Instead, she found herself among a number of humanoids who she guessed had been on the ship had seen.

Through her visored helm, she looked at Calligenia Io Calligenia Io while lowering her pistol , "Who are you?"

There was a loud thud, then an accompanying bang as Aayla kicked the ceiling grate out of place, leaning down and putting her back to the hole she created. With serpentine grace, her fingers would grasp the edge, and allow her to fall to the ground. The masked individual gave no identifiers save perhaps the telltale curvature of a femme. Hands raising towards Hayde Torve briefly to speak.

"I'm on your side, callsign Stratza. I wasn't in your briefing, I'm here to provide support."

"Stratza's" head tilted towards the woman behind Hayde (from her perspective), stepping towards Hayde, and a little left to close Hayde's width of attention; better to not force her to look between them both. It was then her eyes rested upon the fact this woman was not alone, and in fact had what appeared at least t be some manner of trained guard; or escort. Instinct forced her to take stock of their weapons and armament in case of a fight, though the woman's light appearance was certainly disarming.

In any case, she knew Hayde was aware of her identity, and capabilities, and would instinctively move ahead of the SIN operative, getting quite into Calligenia Io 's proximity bubble. Though she did it in such a way that it almost wasn't alarming. As if she was greeting the woman almost.

"That's far enough, until you've answered her questions..."

She said, left hand brushing at her suit, and producing a cylindrical item too famous to need introduction. She didn't ignite it but kept it at her side. Statuesque the faceless combatant would temporarily put herself very much in the way, wanting to verify their allegiances and mission before just allowing them to traipse all over there Operations Zone.

(Any others on OBJ 1 feel free to interact.)

 

[AvRe]

Avery soon found himself at a barricade, it blocked the way, at least his. Following the commander, a few Taris troopers found themselves at the same barricade. They looked to Regailis for direction, now was the time to so them why he'd earned their respect. With the sound of blaster fire in the air, Avery raised one of his arms, quickly after that, a vibroblade shot from his forearm. He brought it down on the shoddy barricade, again and again and again, making a hole in the large thing.

He waved the soldiers onward. "Quickly, forward."

Avery rushed one of the droids, cutting through its chassis with his wrist-blade, his coat moving with the wind. The sounds of screams and his troopers' battle surrounded him. No... those weren't screams... they were howls of resolve. A new form of purchase came into the cyborg. Just then, one of the neks rushed him, biting into his arm. The creature thrashed it, completely destroying the vibroblade, he slung him into a nearby wall.

It rushed him, ready to finish its work. Quickly getting to his feet, Avery grabbed the nek's face, keeping it at bay with his augmented strength. With the tattered arm, he reached into his coat, pulling out his slugthrower. Shakily, he put it to the creature's face.

"Not today." He coughed out.

Three shots rang from the battlefield. The nek fell to the ground, and Avery rejoined the battle. He saw a group of Shock Troopers battle it out with one of those droids, and for their credit, they were doing pretty good.

Avery aimed his slugthrower at the thing, the slug pierced its armor but didn't do any substantial damage. It did, however, get its attention. "Hey! Droid!"

It turned to look at the man. Well, at least I'm impressing the soldiers.

 

[Sol'yan]

The Force​

OBJECTIVE: I - The Past Revived
TAG: Calligenia Io Hayde Torve Aayla Shan

While the initial infiltrators set about entering the research facility with a mixture of guile and subterfuge, their relative ease in doing so would be made possible by a strike force deployed to the front of the research facility - composed of two squads of Silver Jedi Rangers, with Jedi Master Sol’yan at their head. A gunship dropped the assault force several hundred yards away from the complex at an obscured drop off point shrouded in craggy outcroppings and defilades, the thick sediment of the once lush world turned-to ruin kicking up from the repulsor lifts of the craft. The hulking form of Master Sol’yan cleared the remaining distance between the dirt and the hovering platform of the gunship, his plated boots impacting hard alongside the dozens of other boots following suit.

The Feeorin cut an imposing figure on a normal day, yet when he donned the plate and cloak mixture he oft did when entering a combat zone - he cut the image of a warrior of legend. His very lightsaber was the size of a normal man’s arm, with his hands large enough to evoke the image of palming an infant. Yet, only those who did not know the Jedi Master would assume mal-intent, or shrink back in fear (with the exception of those who did know him, and also knew they were worthy of such treatment). For almost a century, Sol’yan’s existence was that of a wanderer - a hermit who traveled the fringes of known space to draw himself closer to the living force. Only recently (relatively speaking) did he break his isolation, namely when the Bryn’adul threat had reared its head and brought the galaxy to its knees.

He ended his isolation and took up his lightsaber to defend those who truly could not hope to stand in the face of such a threat alone, like many others who joined the Silver Jedi Concord’s cause. He, like many others, fought honorably in the midst of such unknowable hunger and bloodlust. Yet, the force would not allow him to see the threat he fought hard against to be extinguished; for the Brotherhood of the Maw arose from the ashes of the Sith Empire to once again plunge all life into darkness, yet with the added goal of forcibly rebirthing the galaxy into an image to their dark god’s liking. And so he met that threat too, leaving the fate of the Bryn’adul to the Eternal Empire, who all-but exterminated them on this very planet. The Jedi closed his eyes as the gunship lifted up and out from the landing zone, the dirt kicking up with renewed vigor and swirling about him in a whirlwind. He could feel... something on this planet, which once had teemed with all manor of life. He could feel echoes where voices once spoke; shards of consciousness where life once stood.

It felt as if thousands of voices speaking in hushed whispers rose up with the silt and dust, and faded as it settled yet again. Despite the alien and brutal nature of the Bryn’adul, they still lived. Although Sol’yan would not have treated them any kinder than the Eternal Empire did, their lives still composed the living force as much as his own did. This was consecrated ground upon which he and his men stood upon, and the Bando Gora defiled it with their criminal enterprises, which would undoubtedly ruin countless other lives across the galaxy. His eyes finally opened as he brought his massive lightsaber to bear, the snap hiss of his purple-hued blade echoing with a deep thrum. Without even a glance to his men, he lead the way to the complex - his gentle pace eventually rising to a purposeful stride that his men had to jog to keep up with.

As they approached, a squad of Bando Goran thugs met them - likely on a patrol and seeing the dropship in the distance. Upon seeing the size of the host they quite literally ‘ran into’, the thugs nearly turned on their heels and ran whilst a scant few others had the sense to fire upon the Silver Jedi contingent. Sol’yan deftly redirected the bolts coming his way, and his more disciplined men fired back in volleys in response. A third of the thugs fell from the blaster fire, with several others breaking as they made their way back to the research facility. As the Silver Jedi force approached the front of the compound, another craft zoomed overhead - bypassing the perimeter of the complex and undoubtedly coming to rest squarely in the proverbial hornet’s nest.

Sol’yan would not waste that opportunity, as he broke into a sprint - his men trying their best to keep up. The two-meter tall hulk of muscle and sinew burst through a rusted exterior door by the side of the front entrance, completely barreling through a hapless Rodian who had been blissfully unaware of the battering ram about to descend upon him. A group of four other thugs quickly rounded upon the Jedi in what amounted to a fairly large corridor built into the perimeter wall of the complex. Fear gripped their eyes as they attempted to level their weapons at the Jedi, but their meager attempts to do so were for nought. Sol’yan’s blade carved through them like a basted fathier carcass, their cries cut short as the Jedi moved through them with moments to spare. If his suspicions were correct, that ship would be landing in the midst of a trap, and the Jedi was honor-bound to come to the aid of those at risk.

As he did so, scores of thugs would arise from overlooking balconies or formerly unseen passage ways and open fire upon the congregating group of infiltrators, with Sol’yan almost simultaneously bursting from the interior corridor and assailing a group of ambushers who had taken position to the landing party’s 9-o’clock position. His rangers set about fanning out while Sol’yan mopped up those hapless thugs, taking the positions the previous attackers had once occupied as they attempted to provide fire support for the other group. As battle had been joined, Sol’yan’s thoughts were not that of anger or rage - but of a grim sadness. To see this once proud world despoiled first by the Bryn’adul, then next by these... misguided vagabonds... it was a sad sight to behold.

 

[Brae Kenobi]

Location: Moving toward the monastery
Objective: II - Accompany Master Ravenna
Equipment: Saberstaff
Tag: Travot Ravenna A AvRe Rann Deshra

The chaos of a battle being waged sent turmoil reeling through the Force, the explosion of violence, the released, often terrified feelings of beings losing their lives, it could be overwhelming even to the trained mind of a Jedi Knight. Braedyn Kenobi focused his mind on the here and now, where it needed to be, as he moved through the battle with Master Ravenna, and he took note of not only the Master's technique but the close coordination with the soldiers.

Even as the quadrupedal battle droid fell to the ground in pieces, Brae's first test appeared out of the smoke, two more of what looked like the same model of droid. Calm, and with his trust in the Force to guide him, the Knight didn't reach for his saberstaff, but instead closed his eyes, thrust his hands forward, palms up, and made contact with the two automata in the Force, following the bright currents of electrical energy that made up their forms, all the way to their center.

Two pops sounded, so close together that the noise merged into one, and as Braedyn opened his eyes, he beheld a power unit in each hand, bright light fading to inactivity as they went dark. The two droids sank into lifelessness, their own weight dragging them down into piles of metal.

Some Jedi had a knack for certain techniques with the Force, and in years past, a young padawan Kenobi had shown a great deal of promise with the manipulation of energy. By the time he had taken his trials, he was able to translocate materials with a degree of success, though it could be very exhausting. As with many talents, practice was a path to mastery, and that was what this Jedi Knight was on a path toward. One day. Today, he was determined to be the best Jedi he could be.

Tossing the two power cores aside, he quickened his pace once more to keep up with Master Ravenna in their path toward ending the day's conflict with as few losses as possible. 'I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.' Brae repeated the mantra silently in his mind to help him keep focus. Robes flapping as he sped along, boots touching down lightly before leaping again, he followed the senior Jedi toward the objective.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Objective Three – A Flash in the Sky

Reef Home Ready Group - Danuta System - high orbit

Reshmar studied the hologram before him. each individual icon, each label, each threat assessment. IFF so far had labeled all of the Concord assets in the system and the few small enemies forces which harrassed the Mandalorians currently. A chime sounded from his command console and the sound of the Mandolorian A.I. came through.

"Acknowledged Concordia, We will support you when needed. You have operational command of forces engaging in the blockade. My force is here on another matter. IF you need us just burst us a signal. I will continue to monitor the blockade operation but proceed as you see fit with that endeavor. Reef Home Out" said Reshmar as he looked at the icon which belonged to Concordia. He had worked with the Mandalorian A.I.'s on numerous occasions. While he did not truly trust any A.I., or droid for that matter he had confidence it would carry out its mission. Artificial beings were too unpredictable. Reshmar returned his gaze to the holographic image floating above the table. The scans reached deeper and deeper into the system and out away from the planet. slowly reaching out to the edges of the Danuta system. Reshmar watched as the new contacts popped into existence on the hologram.

"Admiral, new contacts bearing 145 by 76. IFF is working to identify," an officer said from Reshmars left. Reshmar eyes the new icons waiting for some form of identification info to populate.

"Sir, one large contact, Destroyer class or larger. several smaller capital vessels and escorts. Corvette-sized. I am seeing smaller contacts, They are launching fighter sir" said the officer. Reshmar waited for the hologram to update. The icons now listed the size of the vessels but no class type or threat assessment. He would just plan for the worse.

"Helm break orbit, Order the group to form up, Chevron left formation. Move us out away from the blockade force. give them some room to work while we intercept this new OPFOR. tactical, you are guns free" ordered Reshmar. The officers communicated his orders and moved to carry them out. Reshmar knew the mad wookiee had at least one destroyer at his command. That much information had been given him by his intel force. The escorts however were a mystery to him.

"Have the CAP move forward CAG, have then identify what we are fighting if possible then launch the ready wing and prep the entire ing to engage" barked Reshmar. the air wing commander nodded then began carrying out his orders. Reshmar looked once again to the Concordia and the ships of the blockade force. Good hunting, he thought wishing them luck.

Vaux Gred Lofdrrl

Reef Home Ready Group
Reef Home
MC57-class Light Cruiser
MC57-class Light Cruiser
Bellerophan-class Pocket Carrier
Bellerophan-class Pocket Carrier
MC25-class Heavy Corvette
MC25-class Heavy Corvette
MC22-class Corvette
MC22-class Corvette
MC22-class Corvette

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Travot managed to catch a glimpse of Brae Kenobi almost surgically deactivate the battle droids and felt a twinge of envy for a moment. Many jedi, even most people, struggled in at least one area of their profession - and for him, one of those areas had been the fine control of energy. If he had attempted to do what his partner had just done, it would have been far less efficient with far more unnecessary damage. The Living Force called to him, warning of impending danger as they neared the old temple itself. Streams of blaster fire erupted forth from several windows and hastily formed firing ports. He found his arm swinging back and forth in the staccato motions of Soresu to block and deflect the hail of bolts. Some of the firing positions were promptly silenced by precise counterfire by the Taris Far Troopers, to whom Travot quietly offered his thanks to them and their commander, A AvRe .

But while his gaze was directed upwards, the Force pulled his attention yet again, this time to his lower left towards a cybernetically enhanced nek dog bolting towards him. Its brown skin was interrupted by a mesh of fine silver which might have almost made the creature appear to be an art exhibit save for the barred teeth and foaming at the mouth. He and the creature seemed to make eye contact almost simultaneously, and looking into the creature's eyes he felt some pity, even as the dog seemed to broadcast crazed savagery at him. War. Anger. That last one threatened to rise up at him, not directed at the dog itself, but rather those who had forced it into that position. He stretched out his left hand towards the creature. The creature's eyes widened before it abruptly collapsed into an unconscious heap of sinewy muscle and complex circuitry. His own performance of Force stun tended to be overkill compared to that of many jedi, but it certainly had kept him and those around him safe over the years.

As they neared the building, he immediately became aware of a speeder truck that had very much been intentionally placed to block the entrance to the temple. His first thought was to simply hop in and try to drive it away, but as he ran even closer, it was very clear from the charred cab that the internals inside were mess. Whether that had been an intentional move by the cult or simply a chance occurrence caused by battlefield crossfire, he didn't know. But it was in the way.

He stretched out his free left hand as he concentrated on it, and with a flick of the hand, managed to move it just enough to the side to clear the temple entrance. He bolted up the temple stairs and through the doorway with its unusual wheel of life motiff. Darkness engulfed him as he entered the temple, and then he felt it - the overwhelming sense of fear.

 

[Lofdrrl]

Coronet-series Star Destroyer Crimson Skies, nearing Danuta

Inferno Fleet emerged out of hyperspace and surged towards the Concord Fleet, just in time to see Garth's Torch get struck by the Concordia. The little corvette managed to dodge some of the fire from the heavy destroyer, but it was an entirely uneven match from the start. A heavy particle bolt and a railgun slug smashed through the port half of the retreating corvette - half a corvette continued forward, venting gas, crewmembers, and unsecured objects in its stricken wake. The accompanying Eta Angels harried by Vaux Gred and her accompanying starfighters had marginally better luck - while not as outmatched, it was very clear the Concord starfighters were more advanced and piloted by more experienced pilots - they took one of the few advantages they had - their extremely fast speed - and quickly surged towards the relative safety of the approaching Inferno Fleet, which formed a wedge formation with the Crimson Skies at the tip, flanked on either side by a bulk cruiser while the carrier corvettes desperately tried to stay shielded behind them.

Lofdrrl smirked as he watched the Torch's derelict hull tumble through the void of space. At least I won't have to deal with that upstart captain any longer...but I can't afford to lose much more unless I want to hire more desperate men. He began a loud, but fairly annunciated address to the ship's crew which would be broadcasted to the rest of the fleet, which the protocol droid helpfully began to translate.

"We are not here to win this battle. We are only here to rescue our clients trapped on the ground. Do not put yourself in any danger which you do not have to. Think of that when we fight. Do well, and not only will you survive, but I will reward you."

The wookiee soon barked a series of orders which T4-U2 began to relay to the rest of the ship's present. The flood of pirate starfighters swept forward to try and engulf the smaller number of Concord starfighters present. While not as experienced or as advanced as many of their opponents, Inferno Fleet's fighters were still fairly reasonably modern with good qualities of their own. Eta Angels raced ahead to try and make hit-and-fade attacks on their opponents while Zerek Zeniths attempted to take advantage of their unusually long-range weapons to snipe opponents, while the T-wing Missile Boats simply attempted to overwhelm their opponents with sheer numbers of concussion missiles.

The larger warships of the fleet played more conservatively, with the bulk cruisers firing their turbolasers, ion cannons, and energy torpedo launchers at the heavy mon calamari corvettes. The Flaming Sword and Fiery Star also began to cast out dozens of R-UR4 Repair Drones, SRG-87 Railgun Drones, and Stoic Missile Sentries to aid their starfighter forces. The Crimson Skies herself divided her fire, using her large numbers of fast-tracking turbolasers to try and destroy the enemy corvettes present but focusing her energy torpedo launchers and heavy turbolasers against the Concordia. The carrier corvettes behind the larger pirate warships were only lightly armed at best, firing only on those enemy ships that would get within range of their weapons - they took heed of their commander's advice and tried to seek refuge behind the simple mass of the other ships present. On the Skies's bridge, Lofdrrl glared at Reef Home, the likely place of his nemesis, ADM. Reshmar . But I do not have the time to get personal with you now.... The protocol droid's head made a clicking noise as the robotic first mate looked up at the wookiee captain.

"The Concordia will not be destroyed or beaten by our attacks."

The wookiee grumbled.

"I see. Destroying their corvettes and starfighters will allow our transports to zip in and rescue the clients. Very strategic of you captain."

Inferno Fleet

Spoiler

Coronet-series Star Destroyer Crimson Skies
Neutron Star II-series Bulk Cruiser Flaming Sword
Neutron Star II-series Bulk Cruiser Fiery Star
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade One
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade Two
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade Three
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade Four
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade Five
Starhammer-series Assault Corvette Torch (Destroyed)

10 squadrons of Eta Angel-series Fast Interceptors
7 squadrons of Zerek Zenith-series Multi-Role Starfighters
6 squadrons of Trill T-wing II-series Missile Boats

4 squadrons worth of random tramp freighters
2 squadrons of Dorn Danchaf-class Escort Shuttles
2 squadrons of Vev StarThrust-series Fast Couriers

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig shook his head a little, looking back at Rann as he spotted a Sith droid. "You wear your heart on your armor, vod. Put whatever worrying you in the back of your mind for now. Take a breath, and focus." The mando would quickly duck into an alley, attempting to get around without being spo.... And there was a pack of nek.... Mig groaned a bit as he quickly a detonator and tried to run back. His lack of long range weapons meant he'd rather not face off against some insane attack dogs! Of course, that didn't mean they would follow. As he ran, he would focus a bit. He was no Stardust Solus Skirae , but she had taught him a thing or two.

Mig turned heel and sent a blast of flame toward the nek's, and while it would only burn them a little he hoped it would be enough to get them off his tail.

Rann Deshra

 

[Rann Deshra]

Mig Gred 's words seemed to bore into his head as he faced down another nek hound. My heart on my sleeve? He pulled the trigger on the revolver, sending a shot through the animal's skull and into its torso - the rabid creature's body slumped down even as blood began to pool around it. Anger burned within the mandalorian, made only worse by knowing that the other man was probably right. It was important to be genuine with those close to you - if you wanted earn their trust and keep it - but it was true that outsiders would think it strange at best, and try to take advantage of it at their worse.

Another nek dog ran past him, bolting for something, someone else. That somehow made his anger worse. Cursing, the man chased after it, leveling hisrevolver to bear down on the beast, but it was moving too much for him to get a clear shot. Instead, Rann pulled the trigger on his left gauntlet weapon - causing blue lightning to arc out of it and lash out at the beast. It caught the creature's tail and spread up to its armored skull, but it didn't only electrocute the organic portions, but also fried the cybernetic augmentations made to it. The threat down, he looked up to see his HUD filled with flashing icons of hostiles, as well as Mig running towards him. Anger briefly turned to panic, but before he sent a lumablast wrist rocket flying into the pack of crazed animals.

 

[Calligenia Io]

Objective: I - The Past Revived
Location: Danuta Research Facility
Mission Objective: Procure Research
Unit Support: Nuetralizer Model 3 (5) │ Siren Corps (5) │ Crisis Nuetralizer Model 1 (2)
Tags: Aayla Shan Hayde Torve Sol'yan

In and out.

There was knowledge here, knowledge that Calligenia herself and House Io by extension, craved. Advancing down the narrow corridor at a brisk walking pace, that might have been equivalent to a light jog for an unaugmented human, the HRD opened the door at almost the same time as the mysterious operative at the other end. The opposing figure appearing before her eyes just as the door slid open, Calligenia immediately hovered a hand over her sonic disruptor, but didn’t draw it upon seeing that the presumably feminine operative did not do the same.

Until the Jedi emerged out from behind the woman.

“And that’s close enough.” Calligenia answered in turn as the Jedi made to approach, glancing down at the lightsaber hilt nestled in the palm of her left hand. With both figures having failed to register on their sensors, the Sirens and the Model 3 Nuetralizers were set on edge by the unexpected encounter. They had known that things would be tight, given the timing of the mission coinciding with the return of the Silver Jedi to the planet, but two unknowns at once made them immediately wary.

Wary enough, that the ambush was sniffed out a few seconds in advance.

“Unknown contacts registering on sensors, closing in from above!” One of the Sirens called out. In turn, the Sirens activated their energy shields and readied themselves for a fight, while the Nuetralizers took defensive positions.

“Wait! Are these yours, Jedi?” With a fast, fluid, and eerily graceful draw, Calligenia pulled her sonic disruptor from its holster and leveled it in the direction of the Jedi and the operative. Regardless of their response, the figures appeared on the balcony only a few seconds later, firing down on both parties in the process. A silent command brought the HRD’s energy shield to life in turn, her form shimmering as the energized barrier manifested around her. The answer to her question made apparent, Calligenia returned fire on the ambushers, her sonic disruptor barking out a salvo of shots that vaporized two of the thugs in snappy, surgical fashion.

In spite of the ambush, Calligenia was relieved. Had the ambushers been Silvers, undoubtedly, the mission might have been in more jeopardy than it already was. Perhaps there was still a chance that something could be salvaged.

Spoiler: Loadout

• White Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Droid
    
    • Sorenn-Syrush Medical Remote Mark I
  • Utility
    
    • FastMed Emergency MedPac
    • Galen-series Medisensor
• Dashade Sonic Disruptor
• Series II Military Aid Kit
• Bacta Grenade (4)
• Loaded with Bacta-H

 

[AvRe]

Avery, gripping the downed droid's head, promptly ripped it off, chucking it to the side. The troopers looked at him, waiting for their next order.

He sighed, they were beaten up, they probably didn't have much ammunition left. Maybe he had impressed them too much. Avery's eyes were drawn away from the motley group of soldiers, focusing past them, on something down the way. Nek. An entire pack, a big one too.

He pointed at them, alerting the troopers. "Men, prepare yourselves."

With that statement, the Taris Troopers huddled behind the broken droid's body. Avery walked back a few paces, lifting his sidearm to the beasts. With the clench of his fist, a virboblade shot from his forearm.

"Fire!"

A rain of ripper-fire hit the pack, tearing through them like paper, but there were too many of the augmented neks. Soon, they started reaching the soldiers. The first trooper went down as one of the creatures trampled him, Avery tuning the beast down as soon as it did. It wasn't long until the commander and two of the shock troopers were left.

"Holdfast, men." Avery muttered the words, as the beast began to circle them.

They weren't in the line of sight for the snipers, they were alone on this. A nek charged one of the troopers, just as he let his guard down, it tore through him. Avery and the remaining trooper put it down soon after.

"Holdfast, son." Avery gave the trooper a look, one you could feel through the mask.

He'll die, just like you taught him~

The old cyborg shook the thought from his head. No, he won't.

Just then, rounding one of the structures, came a speeding transport. It looked damaged, very damaged. It drew the attention of all of them, Avery, the trooper, and the neks. Avery squinted, was that... people... on top of it? A rain of high-powered slugs cut down the nek before they knew what hit them.

Avery and the trooper flinched, looking back up at the transport as it stopped beside them.

"Commander, how goes the fight?" Officer Vel, knelt down, looking at his superior from the roof of the vehicle.

Avery chuckled shaking his head. "Good, where'd you get the hulk of metal?" unexpected to the trooper, Avery lifted him up, onto the 'hulk of metal'. Vel helped him get his footing.

"We... commandeered... it." Vel said, hesitantly.

"Good, we'll need it." The commander gripped the side of the thing, climbing onto it. When he did, he got to see what had saved him. The Far Troopers, patiently waiting for the next move.

As Avery finally found himself atop the transport, another pack of neks came rushing from further into the city. He looked down at the trooper. "Hand me one of your grenades."

Taking the grenade in hand, Avery Regailis, chucked it at one of the beast, full force. It stunned it briefly, which was followed by an explosion. The pack was dealt with.

The commander sighed. "I think I'm tired."

"Do you want to join us on the roofs?" Vel asked.

"Of course not!"

 

[Hayde Torve]

"Not our's," replied the lorrdian, diving for cover behind a duraplast crate.

Nothing quite like having the enemy tell you who your friends are. It was an awkward landing, but she managed to stay on her feet despite its abrupt nature. Poking her head out from the crate's size, she looked up at her enemies, with her HUD rapidly highlighting those firing down on her. Most of them seemed to be using blasters, yet she very clearly saw that there were a few darts on the floor near her - more evidence that their opponents were the Bando Gora. She eyed one of the fired projectiles. Well, two can play that game. She slid her right wrist out from the crate and moved it until the dartcaster's reticle turned green on one of their attackers.

She fired.

A burst of compressed air sent a dart straight into the lower abdomen of one of the Bando Gora henchmen. Nothing seemed to happen at first, until the banthazolate kicked in. The cult guard staggered back before sweeping his weapon across his own allies and started to fire - spraying the upper walkway with blasterfire at imaginary enemies and nearly hitting some of his own allies. Taking advantage of the new confusion within the enemy's ranks, she gingerly kept at a low crouch but stepped out from the crate with her sonic blaster ready. She began to indiscriminately pepper the walkway with sonic bolts, focusing on rapidity of fire rather than accuracy - hoping to create more confusion among the enemy that her own allies could exploit.

Calligenia Io | Aayla Shan

 

[Sol'yan]

The Force​

OBJECTIVE: I - The Past Revived
TAG: Hayde Torve Calligenia Io Aayla Shan

With the quick response from those in the center of the courtyard, as well as the surprise counter attack from Sol’yan; the Bando Gora ambushers stood little chance from the outset. The SJC Rangers demonstrated their crack marksmanship as they - alongside the neutralizers, quickly set about forcing the enemies on the balconies to either take cover, or die quick and efficient deaths. The side from which Sol’yan had emerged from would quickly be devoid of any combatants, as they either broke and ran at the first sign of the towering Feeorin’s armored hulk, or fell as they attempted to engage him in some misguided thought of grandeur. A pair of such thugs charged at Sol’yan as he focused on deflecting a series of blaster bolts from top-side attackers. In between deflecting blocks, the pair of thugs quickly attempted to flank him and strike in gaps within his guard.

Whether by intent or otherwise, their efforts to do so would be among their last mistakes they would ever make. Sol’yan sent back a trio of bolts to their source, which caused one of the attackers to groan audibly and fall clumsily to his death down below. The Jedi then brought his lightsaber back and around in a graceful flourish, cleaving one of the thugs’ arms off at the elbow as his vibroblade stabbed at Sol’yan’s waist. The blade missed the Feeorin by several inches as the brute was surprisingly quick on his feet, with a feral cry of pain escaping the Nikto’s lips as he clutched at his stump. Sol’yan quickly used the momentum of his flourish to bring his saber in a downward arc toward the remaining thug. This one though - a scarred Cathar - had far keener reflexes than her companion as she brought her blade up in a high guard.

She would not have much time to bask in her small victory, as Sol’yan quickly brought his off hand up and sent a ripple of intangible force into her midsection. She was thrown bodily, as if struck by an industrial speeder, and crashed into a pile of munitions crates with a sickening series of thuds. This resulted in a few additional fortuitous happenings, as a handful of grenades spilled out from one of the upturned containers. Sol’yan wasted little time in grasping them through the force, and heaving in a loose pattern toward the balcony. Within moments of skittering upon the upper level, a series of explosions chained together to birth a cacophony of shrapnel and explosive force, wiping out several key positions of the top-side ambushers.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Objective: 3
Ships: Tal'galaar, Concordia, GF-2B Super TwinTails, Directorate "Ghost" Viper Interceptors

Vaux held tight as she pulled around as hard as she could. Blasted fighters. She couldn't get a clear shot. The pilot flipped through some settings to her weapons, setting the cannons to linked fire instead of the standard full alternating. It might have meant her RoF would be slow, but she'd get a lot more bolts on these stupidly quick targets when they did find her sights. At the same time, the Vipers would constantly switch from maneuverability to speed in an attempt to catch the interceptors off footing.

The Concordia in the mean time would have different luck.

"We need flak now, and move shields double forward!" The ships AI looked at the captain and nodded before quickly turning the coilguns, and sending the order the halt railgun fire as she began to send out flak rounds ahead of the White Wolf. The battering would begin to shake the ship though, but the crew seemed sure so far.

ADM. Reshmar Lofdrrl

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig took a breath as Rann fired at the neks, and panted a little. He then looked at the fellow Mandalorian, getting the rare sense of feeling someone's emotions. Rann seemed angry, and Mig wasn't sure if he could help. He patted the man's shoulder, saying "Easy vod. I'm no jetii and even I can tell you're angry. My old mentor would probably say it could get you killed if you're not careful." Mig then saw one of the droid walk up. Dang it! He quickly swapped his trayc'kad to blaster mode and began fireing, but was putting on a show of just how bad his aim was, with only one bolt managing to hit the droid before he ducked down.

"Well I guess you know why I stick to cq now."

Rann Deshra

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Objective Three – A Flash in the Sky

Reef Home Ready Group - Danuta System - high orbit

With a flash, the pirate formation jumped into weapons range and opened up on the Concordia and her attack wing. Reshmar watched as the information scrolled down the corner of the hologram and the identification and threat level of the enemy force populated. He looked over the group trying to identify the ships from intel reports and his own knowledge of the ships operating throughout the galaxy. Immediately he realized something.

"Tactical, Focus fire on the corvettes in that formation" Reshmar ordered. The confused team at the tactical control station paused a moment then turned and followed his orders. "Cag launch the ready wing, I want then to harass the flanks of the enemy fighter formation. See if we can pull some of them off the Mandalorians wing. Make sure they stay out of range of enemy point defense as much as possible. They are only there to give the Mandos a break and let them get back on their feet" he ordered. The group's wing commander nodded and relayed the orders to his squadron commanders. a moment later the small corvettes at the rear of the chevron began to disgorge fighters. Each launching two squadrons a piece. the attack craft moved into formation and sped away from Reef Home toward the battle in the distance and the swarmed fighter forces of the Concord and silver fleet. The guns of the reef home opened up then sent turbolaser and ion fire out across the frozen reach of space towards the corvettes at the rear of the pirate formation.

"Sir the tempest took a direct hit to one of her forward shield emmiters. It has cascaded into one of her capacitor banks and she is down to half shield power." shouted one of the sensor officers across the command room. Reshmar looked at a screen to his left which shown the status of the ships in the group. He could see the corvette having problems under the fire of the pirate cruisers.

"Have Tempest break out of the chevron and move into position in Reff Home's shadow. She can support from there with her missiles," replied Reshmar. The fire from the pirate formation spilled over the shielding of the other ships of the group. Reshmar turned to look at the tactical station and the officers stationing it.

"Lay down a line of nagnol cloudes between us an dht epirates. The lay down a field of charge canisters behind that. LEt the attack wing now they will have to avoid the cloud" ordered reshmar. He turned back to look at the holographic scene and at the massive destroyer at the head of the enemy formation. "Not today" he said under his breath. "not this time"

Vaux Gred Lofdrrl

Reef Home Ready Group
Reef Home
MC57-class Light Cruiser
MC57-class Light Cruiser
Bellerophan-class Pocket Carrier
Bellerophan-class Pocket Carrier
MC25-class Heavy Corvette
MC25-class Heavy Corvette
MC22-class Corvette
MC22-class Corvette
MC22-class Corvette[/USER]

 

[Lofdrrl]

Coronet-series Star Destroyer Crimson Skies, nearing Danuta

Lofdrrl watched as the Concord struck back, with his opponents quickly realizing his gambit. Massed fire poured into his starfighter formations. The majority of his fighters were Eta Angels - exceptionally fast craft that could with a little work fly quickly out such saturated fire vectors or quickly close in around enemy small craft, increasing the possibility of the Concord's own guns hitting their own craft. But the sheer number meant that some of the craft would be lost. His Zerek Zeniths were reasonably durable craft, but their fast-recharging shield generator didn't have a lot of strength to take a direct hit from the massed fire. Perhaps the worse off were the missile boats, who had neither the maneuverability or the defenses to either evade or withstand such attacks. The wookiee winced as lost strikecraft losses began to fill up his tactical screen.

Few battles come with no or little loss though - not the large, profitable ones...

"Our sensors are having issues around the mon calamari-built ships."

The pirate looked at his sensor screen. Something wasn't right. A look at the holo showed that even visually, something was off. High powered sensor jamming? Natural fluke? Any chance of the latter was quickly put to the rest when the seismic charges went off, obliterating even more strikecraft of his, notably the entirety of his more experienced Eta Angel squadrons. The wookiee cursed as the protocol droid caught his attention once more.

"They're concentrating fire on our corvettes."

The Tantaras attempted to dodge fire as best as they could, but they were not particularly maneuverable craft. Thankfully, they were mostly narrow in their frontal cross section aside from their big, boxy engine blocks. But a couple of lucky hits managed to hit those areas on the Red Blade Three and the Red Blade Four. With their engines dead in the water, they soon succumbed to weapons fire of the Concord fleet. I have to move quickly. He barked out a few quick commands to the crew, which T4-2U dutifully translated.

"Launch all support craft, make a break to evacuate our clients; assign all Eta Angels to escort the transports in."

With that, the fleet's transports jetted out of the base vessels, while the Eta Angels haphazardly joined up with them irregularly as they attempted to break the blockade. Almost immediately, some of the older and more ill-maintained transports of the fleet took on fire and quickly became casualties. The wookiee grumbled. The price of business opportunities...

ADM. Reshmar | Vaux Gred

Inferno Fleet

Spoiler

Coronet-series Star Destroyer Crimson Skies (84% Shields; 98% Hull)
Neutron Star II-series Bulk Cruiser Flaming Sword
Neutron Star II-series Bulk Cruiser Fiery Star
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade One
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade Two
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade Three (Destroyed)
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade Four (Destroyed)
Tantara-series Carrier Corvette Red Blade Five
Starhammer-series Assault Corvette Torch (Destroyed)

10 squadrons of Eta Angel-series Fast Interceptors - 2 squadrons destroyed
7 squadrons of Zerek Zenith-series Multi-Role Starfighters - 1 squadrons destroyed
6 squadrons of Trill T-wing II-series Missile Boats - 2 squadrons destroyed

4 squadrons worth of random tramp freighters - 1 squadron destroyed
2 squadrons of Dorn Danchaf-class Escort Shuttles
2 squadrons of Vev StarThrust-series Fast Couriers

 

[Rann Deshra]

"Well I guess you know why I stick to cq now."

Rann grunted at Mig Gred as they ducked to take cover. Emotions are interesting beasts. They can hold you back, and push you forward...He toggled the bio-support system on his suit, selecting gylocal from the list. He thought he might have felt the injection, but it was hard to say. Time seemed to slow, and he simply felt better. He quickly pulled an antivehicle wrist rocket from his bandoleer, inserted in his gauntlet launcher, and stepped up and out to face their foe. The hulking battle droid moved its blaster studded arms to face the mandalorian, even as Rann moved his own weapon to position.

That was the one advantage he had as an organic - he wasn't bound by strict targeting parameters. Before it was even fully in position, he fired. The rocket jetted into the droid's chassis - an imprecise but direct enough hit for it to explode and fragment. Shrapnel ripped through exposed electrical and servo-motor cables even as the locomotion and power supply of the droid was caught in the direct blast. The shockwave of the blast pushed him back onto the ground, and the man was at first surprised that he hadn't been hurt. As he picked himself up, he noticed two small streams of blood running down his right forearm just in front of his wrist rocket launcher - the part of his body closest to the blast. Fethin got some shrapnel wounds myself...at least the stimshot is a pain killer too.

He stared down the mostly demolished droid in front of him, drew his revolver, and shot it in the head, just for good measure. Well, at least I got a few things under my belt now....