Suddenly Mandalorians! [Kilaado Raid - Mando v FO]

[Armand Temi]

Location: Brandt-Volcata Industries Headquarters, Zeus Building in the Elysium Complex on Lanteeb
Equipment: Elite Praetorian Guard Armor, Bilari electro-chain whip, standard blaster
Allies: None
Enemies: Mandalorians

Only one person in the galaxy knew that Kru Zruyk was a Yuuzhan Vong. And he was the only individual who could willingly kill her with a subtly executed call sign to one of the other chosen eight Praetorian Guards. Or conversely with his mind.

But that’s the reason the half-Vong wore her shiny crimson plastoid armor, impervious to lightsabers and other weaponry. And no one ever saw her face except for the partner she had yet to be paired with after the death of Guard Eight.

Not a soul would know that she was a Shamed One. Vong did not emit pheromones, nor could she be sensed through the Force, having inherited the Force-dead properties from her father, a Shaper from Domain Shai. For all intents and purposes, she was a female human and as one of Sieger Ren’s Elite Praetorians, resplendent in the striking red garb, she was given a wide berth at the BVI Headquarters.

“I’m here for the prototype,” she barked, after being admitted to the Second level where the military R &D labs were.

“Do you want to view it?” The technician’s worried eyes gave off an air of conflict and doubt.

“No, I want a copy downloaded to this.” She thrust out a datachip on which new armor for Sieger Ren would be stored and then encrypted.

As the technician began his task of loading the data, an administrative assistant entered.

“Guard One, you’ll want to hear this.”

They approached a nearby console where a radio transmission blurted out: :: Lanteeb control to BIV. We have reports of Mandolorian War Droids that have engaged First Order spacecraft with multiple casualties. We will keep you advised, prepare for possible attack. ::

Kru lived for pain - to both cause it and willingly receive it like a gift from Yun-Shuno and her ancestors before her. Today would be an opportunity for maximum suffering.

 

[The Major]

Objective: Crush the upstarts
Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | First Order Security Bureau
Enemies: [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Beskadala Ordo"]
Location: FIV Cavalier, CIC center aboard corvette

Unlike a significant portion of the 6th fleet assembled here the now baptized crew of the FIV Cavalier were relatively fresh and unscathed. Pulled forward from protective picket patrols in the Unknown Regions where Lt Cmdr. Rippach's crew had proven valiant -if not a little typical and by the book. The First Order, recognizing that its premier fleet could not sustain itself without fully operational protection had shifted its war machine significantly. It came as quite a shock that here, so far behind the border, were reports of some sort of insurrection as the fleet was placed in high alert. Karl braced for the worst: another galactic alliance fleet ready to cause havoc on supply lines. As minutes ticked by no hyperspace flares pinged on the scopes.

Could this be piracy? Internal criminal elements?

"Sir! The Holdfast is engaging its interdiction field!" Reported an ensign in the command center.

From his seat in the center of the corvette, Lt Cmdr. pressed his headphones more tightly against his ears as his dark eyes squinted on the vast array of displays on the sector. Reports of KIA's and failed friendly tag were popping up on the feed. No doubt there was trouble now.

What was this? A flight of FO interceptors were being destroyed by enemy spacecraft? Ludicrous! Time was of the essence. They had to crush this group quickly before more lives were lost. Spurred by the burning hatred that a commander felt when life was lost needlessly, Karl opened a channel with the FIV Malice.

::Sir. This is Lt Cmdr. Rippach of the FIV Cavalier, requesting permission to flank and provide force recon on the enemy for our fleet.::

It was dangerous to assume that it would be simple to swoop in and blast these scumdrops with his array of flak and anti-starfighter weaponry. It would be so. Yet, Karl was a careful man. And so he waited for his request to be responded to anxiously rather than take the initiative and move on his own accord.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location Kilaado Engineering Corps Building​

Objective: Defend the building and deal with the Mandalorians​

Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Gloria Blaster Pistol, Armor of the Enforcer​

Allies: First Order, [member="Varas Kyrel"]​

Enemies: Mandalorian Empire [member="Beskadala Ordo"] [member="Atin Alo'ran"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]​

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Kyrel did not know much about Lanteeb like any other worlds within the part of the Outer Rim the First Order controlled much of the worlds were either useless to the government or at the very least had been used for outposts. Lanteeb had nothing special to it, it was a standard world of the First Order, thriving where there had been peace and stability uncaring of the War that was outside of First Imperial Borders. Other then the Export of Damotite the world was known also for the Kilaado Engineering Corps which was perfect due to Lanteeb's industrial capacity and one of the reasons Kyrel had come to this world anyhow. Having only been weeks since the successful implementation of a Blockade of the Hydian Way and the beginning of what would be the end of the Alliance as well as the death of the Jedi known as Zark by his hands... Kyrel had come here for the finalizations of Mass producing the TIE Silencer his greatest creation... After it's the first test in combat many of the associates that Kyrel had made deals with such as Sienar Jaemus and the First Order corps of engineers were very eager so did Kilaado and that is why he had come.​

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He walked along an assembly line with one of the administrators who was looking at the copy of schematics for the Fighter and looked most pleased with it. The man looked old for his age, as if he should have been an old shopkeeper more then anything, and even though Kyrel despised his dealings, in this time of War he had wanted to push for the final step and making sure the Fighter was always in use for the Ren, clad in his dark robes and armor Kyrel spoke. "How long do you think you can start on the components so Sienar and First Order Corps can finish the work.?" The administrator looked at him, slightly afraid but also very optimistic. "I believe we can get started within the next few weeks, my lord. We do have to import a lot of materials for this, but we are quite confident we can serve this very special request." Kyrel nodded as they walked towards the end of the line until something stopped him. Sensing a tremor in the Force he looked out the window closes, and then within moments, he heard alarms blaring as what looked to be an ordinary freighter was barring down with a TIE Fighter escort. Nothing out of the ordinary except something did look right to him, he kept watching closely before he saw armored figures in the freighter that confirmed his suspicions. "Mandalorians..." ​

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How they got past the defenses was beyond him, but he knew that they would not get far. He looked to the Administrator and said in this time very harsh tone through his mask, the tone metallic despite the irritation it clearly showed. "I think I will hold onto those in the meantime and deal with our uninvited guests. In the meantime scramble security." The old man could only nod as he gave the hologram back to Kyrel carrying the schematics. He placed them on the belt of his armor as he hurried out of the assembly line, witnessing the Mandalorians blow open a hole in the building. He quickly walked down the hall, his Force senses becoming more attuned as he activated his datapad and comlink speaking into it. "Apprentice it seems we have uninvited guests... Kill any Mandalorian you see in sight." He said knowing his daughter wasn't far behind walking down the hall to meet those that came in, and to show them why he was known as the Enforcer. Getting even closer to every step he took. Intent on keeping his schematics safe and to prevent any damage to the building.​

 

[Progflaw99]

Outer Rim \\ Lanteeb \\ Kilaado​

Designation: Mynock \\ FOSB Safe House​

Alert Status: High​

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The sudden contact from behind caught him off guard, yet another curse escaped his lips as he spun to address it. In stunned silence he stared blankly at the woman as she took a step back and shrugged. He blinked hard several times, precious seconds wasting away as he tried to decide whether to rip her a new one right there or if his time could be better served getting their gear and getting out the door. He was about to respond but as the words began forming on the tip of his tongue a quiet alarm sounded, an automated holoprojection screen activating in the corner of the armory. The scene projected into the air was a chaotic one. Not only was it unclear literally, but figuratively as well. In a moment an explosion seemed to tear through the projection, then another. *TIE's*. Those he could see clear enough, until the image froze on some mechanical beast, for a moment gripping the severed halves of a TIE fighter, each strut replaced by the creature's arms - then it was gone. *Fething hells.* Almost as if to punctuate the severity of the situation, he heard a giant explosion rattle the older building above.

"Here." he said, shoving the mostly prepped suit towards the woman. "Put this on, grab a blaster rifle, get yourself a kit. And grab one of those sa--" He stopped. He knew that look. She'd lost him only a few seconds after he'd started talking, the lost - bantha in the moonbeams look spelled it all out. Taking a breath, he held out the suit with one hand. "Take this, put it on. Grab a blaster from over there." He pointed towards a rack on the wall. He spoke slowly enough that she should be able to understand, calmly so that she wouldn't rush and miss something. Malcolm hadn't worked with her before, that was a disadvantage. They were ill informed - also a disadvantage. None of that mattered now, what mattered was getting topside.

As Malcolm left the intern to get kitted up, he reached to an upper shelf, a non-standard weapon finding his grip. It was a little larger but by giving it an extra shove he managed to slip it into the holster at his side. He snagged a tac-harness from the rack as well, quickly attaching several devices to it, his hands securing them with practiced efficiency. Soon enough he'd be ready. As he prepared to grab a rifle, he glanced over to see how the proby was faring. Even if she wasn't practiced she should have had some experience at the academy. *If she'd attended.* he thought wryly. Activating the weapon in his hands, he snatched the helmet off the wide table, prepping to don it. "You set?" he asked. Malcolm knew his way around combat, but if the woman's less than graceful entrance was anything to go by she was definitely not. She could be a liability, but if the instant-feed he'd seen was anything to go by he didn't have much of a choice. Quickly he nodded, tossing the blaster towards her - hopefully she could catch. Without waiting to see if she did, he grabbed one for himself, pulling the helmet down over his face. A bright flash of light saw the HUD of his helmet illuminated. He was ready for this, but there was one other consideration. Keying up a commlink he spoke gruffly into the mic.

"Chief, Agents Denwich and Astoria here. We're waiting on your command. Sounds like they're having a party upstairs, permission to join in the racket?"

[member="Astoria Vero"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Xavier Payne"]​

[member="Whisperer"] | [member="Kru Zruyk"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

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[member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Liset Vereen"] | [member="Jor Kvall"]​

[member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Atin Alo'ran"]​

 

[Asantas]

Location: Cargo Freighter, Flying Low Through Kilaado Skyline
Objective: Board Kilaado Engineering Corporations Building
Allies: [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] @Preliat Mantic [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Atin Alo'ran"]
Enemys: FO
Gear: Look in the bio boys and girls

The moment she heard the war cry from Preliat and his deployment she kicked in the engines to full and went down with the rest of her brother and sisters, She had the forward cannons fire into a group of tie fighters shooting several down in her barrage as she continued on sticking with [member="Beskadala Ordo"] to her target. She was one of the slicers that chose to come along in this raid and she wasn't about to fail infact she hoped to see some FO soldiers or perhaps some of the famous knights of Ren that they like to brag about, If she did then that would be a plus if not then well...she will at least take some enjoyment in destroying what she can. She kept low into the city staying with The Armored Maiden as she leaped out and followed her into the hole, Her beast stayed with the maidens beast as she started heading over to any working terminal she could find and begin to get the map codes as well as patch them into the traffic chatter. She used her Field Security Disruptor to be rid of any security protocols in the way as she continued with her splicing to download what she was ordered to take, After a few minutes of work she got some of the mapping data it wasn't much but it was for this floor at least. and the patching into the comm chatter and sent it to Beskadala and anyone else whose on the splicing team. After she was done she unplugged her gear and literally ripped the console apart so it cant be used anymore.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Kilaado Engineering Corps Building
Objective: Defend the building and protect material assets
Equipment: In signature
Allies: First Order, [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire, [member="Beskadala Ordo"] [member="Liset Vereen"]


Back on Mustafar, Varas tried to pretend that her relationship with Kyrel was more or less the same after the blockade, the slaughter and subsequent explosion on the Ithusuk, but it wasn’t. A seething uncurrent of resentfulness remained in the Disciple like a sour aftertaste, even after he’d vanquished her and exiled her to another part of the castle to be guarded at all times.

It’s true she was a flight risk at that point.

But there was a turning point in her lonliness. She wasn’t sure when it happened, only that it did.

In another wing of the Kilaado Engineering Corps Building, Varas noticed it too from a long horizontal window - the low-flying freighter, TIEs wailing behind it and the sounds of a faint explosion. Then alarms, not coming from the Corps Building but one or two streets over.

The atmosphere suddenly crackled with the electricity of panic and adrenaline as clearly as an assault on the city appeared imminent, if not a full blown attack. Kyrel’s familiar voice came through her helmet.

“Yes, Master,” she said, turning off the link so he wouldn’t hear her rapid breathing as she sprinted to find her father and teacher. What Mandalorians wanted on Lanteeb was anyone’s guess, but whether high value targets or technology, by the eternal core, they would not get it. That was her promise this day to Sieger Ren and to the man who created her in a rain-pelted Kaminoan lab.

 

[Zeradias Mant]

All seemed normal. Spirits were high. The crew of the FIV Vermilion were en route to Dosuun for extended shore leave, the crew well deserving of the time off. Orin Valk, the veteran commanding officer of the ship, sat at the captain's chair on the bridge, staring into the bright abyss of hyperspace. Time off wasn't what he needed. He needed to be out there, fighting the Alliance dogs. Their cause wasn't just, it was borderline criminal. What happened on Kaeshana certainly was, and he wouldn't quick forget what transpired there. His lack of enthusiasm for the leave would soon be curbed, though.

As the ship continued to glide through hyperspace, the communications officer alerted the officer of the watch to an anomaly. Not with radar or having gone dark, but rather with chatter that seemed to command the attention of anyone on First Order frequencies, between the static at least. Valk's gaze shifted from the viewports to the officer of the watch as he approached. He wouldn't be able to tell if the disgruntled commander was curious or uninterested in what he had to report. Casually but respectfully, he informed the commander of the apparent situation.

"Fleet Admiral Rausgeber is in low orbit of Lanteeb, sir. Preliminary reports say that a civilian vessel has veered off course. Air Traffic Control stated the pilot seemed a little shaky, but normal otherwise."

Valk's gaze remain unaverted, as if to say, "is that all?"

"The FIV Holdfast has activated its gravity well projectors."

That peaked Valk's interest. He pushed himself upright using the armrests of the chair.

"Sounds serious then.", he said with a subtle drip of sarcasm. In a more authoritative tone, he continued. "Change course to Lanteeb. Inform Admiral Rausgeber we are en route and will arrive shortly."

"Right away, sir.", the officer said with a nod of acknowledgement. His hands behind the small of his back, the man enacted his commander's orders across the bridge. The crew likely wouldn't be happy their leave was being delayed, but Orin sure was. They would soon find out what commanded the attention of the commander of the 6th Fleet.

[member="Robogeber"] | [member="Karl Rippach"]​

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[member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Liset Vereen"] | [member="Jor Kvall"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Atin Alo'ran"]​

 

[Robogeber]

Objective: Contain.
Allies: [member="Karl Rippach"] | [member="Orin Valk"]
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Liset Vereen"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Beskadala Ordo"] | [member="Atin Alo'ran"]
Location: Lanteeb Orbit, FIV Malice.
Theme: Imperial Attack | John Williams

The Fleet Admiral waited for any status reports, pacing up and down the bridge, his repulsorlift humming. Finally, there was one, "Admiral, we have the culprits for the attack sir." The TIE Ops officer reported, "Our fighters have id'd them as Mandalorians sir. They've used their war droids to attack the fighters sent to dispatch them." The officer continued, "We've taken heavy casualties sir." Rausgeber snarled. Mandalorians. What a backward people. But what benefit would they have to attack here, and stir the First Order? Already, Rausgeber heard first hand accounts of Mandalorian interference during his blockade, but he had put it down to the degenerate mercenary nature of the Mandolorian. It appeared now, the brutes, in their oh so precious beskar'gam now seemed to take a side.

"Pull them back." Rausgeber commanded, "We will need to rethink our approach." He continued, before pausing, "Scanning, where is their vessel now?" He asked, "I need coordinates, and location." The Fleet Admiral grimaced, and turned to the viewport, watching Lanteeb continue to steadily rotate. What was their game? What did they hope to achieve by striking the heart of the First Order?

The Sensor Operator nodded, and began to scan his terminal, finding some kind of sensor reading to report. "Sir, they're in sector forty three, dash point nine." The Operator turned to face Rausgeber, "Admiral, they're right over Kilaado City." Carlyle's mood was further soured by the revelation.

The projection of his face curled into a snarl, "So this is the game these children play?" The Fleet Admiral asked. He had to concede, for a culture as degenerate and backwards as what he'd observed, it was a good move on the part of his opponents. One which would obviously be countered by his own strategic initiative, but nonetheless a gambit. A desperate move which ensured that the end game had to be carefully played. "Containment is now our strategy." The Fleet Admiral continued, to his bridge crew, "Containment and securing that those who defy our laws are definitively punished."

Rausgeber now moved across the bridge, gliding like a spirit from the Nether. "Sir, we have a transmission sir, the FIV Cavalier," The Signals Officer began, "Lieutenant Commander Rippach has offered to perform reconnaissance over the city." Rausgeber considered the offer. It would be the beginnings of his plan. One which will see to these crude raiders capture, and imprisonment. "Admiral, sir, we also have reinforcements incoming." Signals informed him, "FIV Vermillion is enroute."

"Good," Carlyle mused, "More ships to man our defences." He paused, and continued his original line of thought, "Order Commodore Starke and his corvette pack to move into the cities orbit, with Rappach." Rausgeber commanded, "And have them fan out, and create a perimeter." He ordered, "They are not to engage the rogue freighter, merely monitor and respond to any overtly offensive manoeuvres." he added.

"Fighters and bombers will assist in escort, but are to patrol around the cities outskirts, and ensure that we have these barbarians trapped." He then paused, Rausgeber knew that there would most definitely be some sort of active backup plan for these beasts. They were dull, but that didn't mean some of them weren't sharp. "I want all mine laying craft deployed across the system." Rausgeber barked, "Deploy gravity mines, hundreds, thousands of them. Do not stop until we have run out."

"Nothing leaves this system without my clearance."

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

Objective: Finish Bunker Gravos
Allies: [member="Malcolm Denwich"] | [member="FN-2826"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Astoria Vero"]
Enemies: [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Beskadala Ordo"]
Location: Bunker Gravos, Kilaado City Centre.

Lieutenant Colonel Konstantin Makarev took a deep drag from his cigar as he listened to the various grunts and sighs of the stormtroopers hauling in their equipment. "Keep going boys!" He barked as he leaned against the centre command console. Various technicians, army officers and the like plugged in the terminals to the power equipment, as the construction finished completion. Bunker Gravos was a feat of military engineering which surpassed most structures. Beneath the city of Kilaado, for twelve blocks in all directions, deep underground sat a massive structure made of reinforced duracrete and durasteel. Fitted with filtration pipes, water purifiers, and an armoury designed to arm a small army.

The bunker was the first to be created, and its architects specifically stipulated it to be resistant to proton bombs and other heavy ordinance, but perhaps more likely, against industrial incidents. Although KEC had a clean track record, the rapid expansion of heavy industry so close to other work spaces was something of concern for locals, who three months ago petitioned Governor Nieval Herbscht, to construct these fortifications, designed to fit thirty thousand people in less then five minutes after the first warning.

Despite the work being finalised, Makarev was displeased. He was an armoured division officer for karks sake. Not some paper pushing nobody. He deserved to be out in the field. Out enforcing the law. Out in the country, with his men, hunting, driving and... Another drag calmed the man down before he got too angry. There was a hum, as the table he leaned against activated, and began to glow. "Alright, command centre, almost fully hooked up." A technician informed the colonel, who stood tall, and intimidating, cigar still hanging out of his mouth.

"And we have comms online." Another technician, chimed in, sitting at a console and working. He plugged his headphones into it, and began to fiddle with it, "Tuning in now to test recept-!" The technician froze, face going a little white. Makarev paused, his eyes glaring at him, waiting for some reason. The techncian turned back, "Sir, we have an attack in progress."

Konstantin cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. "An attack?" he asked, "This far into our space?" Makarev moved over to the console, and leaned beside the younger officer, greatcoat blowing behind him. He looked as the transmission as it was decoded, and transcribed. So there was. Perhaps today would be a little more interesting than what he thought. A wry grin pursed his lips "Someone get me data." He continued, "Telemetry and the like." He commanded, he brushed past a PDF officer, and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"You captain, will hold the fort here." He continued, "I want a comms network active, get me all assets in this city on line, and connected." He then grabbed his officer cap, and adorned it, before approaching two stormtroopers, carrying a cabinet, "You two, drop everything and move to the exit, grab your weapons and get ready." He barked, "It's hunting season."

 

[Huxy]

Objective: Protect Kilaado City & Bunker Gravos
Allies: [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] - The bestest people, the First Order
​Nearest Allies: Konstantin Makarev
Enemies: [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="@Beskadala Ordo"] - Basically the Mando's
​Nearest Enemies: None
Location: Bunker Gravos, Kilaado City Centre
Equipment:
​FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor
"Deep Fryer" Rifle

​FN-2826 sighed from under his helmet as the lieutenants orders echoed through his audio receptors, the lieutenants words hitting against his ears firmly. He was annoyed yet overjoyed with the opportunity of a battle close to hand. Annoyed because he wasn't feeling up to doing battle, unless they were the filth of the Galactic Alliance that is. Overjoyed because he was finally able to do something other than just stand around mindlessly like he held no purpose in this life. Which FN-2826 supposed that he did. He was a soldier, he had been bred from birth to fight and die for the glorious First Order, his home. A cause he was willing to die for, for the future survival of his people. "You heard the boss, time to go hunting," FN's voice echoed through the voice modulator of his helmet as he spoke to his stormtrooper companion.

"Yep, I heard, Tempest." FN-2826, or Tempest as most of his fellow stormtroopers called him, growled slightly from under that helmet of his as the two troopers approaching. He hated that 'name' with a burning passion. "I said not to call me that!" The other trooper, Eight's, couldn't help but snicker from under his helmet as the two of them proceeded through the automatic door as it slid up as they approached. "Haha, oh no, the big bad 'Tempest' is gonna hurt me!" Tempest merely rolled his eyes under his helmet at Eight's statement, boy could he be annoying at times. Though he was a good shot and a good friend, which was why Tempest kept him around. Tempest hand-motioned with two fingers to sixteen stormtroopers to join them, which they did. That brought their platoon count up to an even and good eighteen. Should be enough to deal with any trouble. Key word, should be, you never knew what you were going to need until you were on the field of battle. Even then...Tempest shook the thought from his head, he wasn't going to let a past failure compromise yet another mission. Not on his watch.

The eighteen troopers each took a rifle from the open armory. Now it was time for a fight. As the platoon of eighteen stormtroopers got close to the thick blast-door of an exit to the bunker, they stopped as Tempest turned to them. He held the highest rank amongst them, well and he was the most 'inspirational' of the lot. "Alright boys, the mission's simple. We got a threat in the city, we've been 'volunteered' to join the fight. Keep clear of civilians and protect them, we don't want any dead on our watch. If you see an injured civilian, help them get to cover. We are not medics, well some of us are, though that's not the point. We're here to finish a fight, if one of you wants to stay back and tend to the injured...fine by me." The blast door opened and the eighteen were out, ready for a fight with anyone that came their way.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Orar
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Imperials | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Orin Valk"] | [member="Karl Rippach"]
Objective: B U R N

The way Beskadala initiated the raid was bold, yet unorthodox. He would expect to hit the First Order with the element of surprise after landing the freighter they hijacked in. With revealing their cover to the enemy, the whole garrison and defenses were on the move. It'd take time for them fully get a hold of things and prove a challenge to the Mandalorians.

While the main group led by Beskadala head into the city to unleash hell and havoc indiscriminately, the Akaan had his eyes on something else when one of his esteemed warriors reported to him.

"Sir, we have a problem. There is an interdictor vessel within the system that will contain our other brethren. What shall we do?"

The obvious response would be to destroy that vessel to not risk being contained in this system, but the Munin had another answer for that. There was a fleet of First Order warships that also proved to be a threat to the raiders.

"Get us to that Interdictor ship, I have an idea to get rid of that nuisance and some of the ships in orbit," the warlord said with confidence.

The Orar's advanced stealth systems which were online would veil them from any scanners and would be highly difficult to track them. As Beskadala would bring wrath to the earth of Lanteeb, Vilaz would bring fury to the heavens.

 

[ShadowSentinel101794]

As he sees the incoming ships and the wave of storm troopers approaching the Mandolorians' position he fires at the street to create a foxhole where he can entrench himself against the swarms of enemies. The war droid lands and the moment its feet touch the ground the front mounted cannons begin erupting in volley after volley into the waves of incoming troopers. He guns down squad after squad of troopers with the soul intention of holding this ground, protecting his brothers and sisters. This was his first raid and he was not about to let it be his last. This causes him to momentarily zone out. He starts to take fire from the storm troopers which brings him back to reality, he turns his droid toward the surge of troopers and begins to fire upon them again.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Orar'uliik, Lanteeb, Bri'ahl Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Interacting With: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Orin Valk"], [member="Karl Rippach"]​

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Infantry. That was Koda Fett's area of expertise, perhaps Special Operations even. Though quite literally taking to the helm was something he wasn't all too familiar with. The Mandalorian had flown a ship of his own, and other than that nothing else but the occasional Tank or sub-variant all those years ago. The man was nothing more than a Bounty Hunter after all; yet capable enough that things came naturally too him. The flash training imprinted within his mind allowed him to do a great many things without any true experience. So here he was, commanding an Orar'uliik - a stealth ship - that would allow the Mandalorian and the men under his command easy access into the First Order's territory, or so he thought.

His hands remained clasped behind his back as he paced through a holographic display of the carnage that was set to unfold before his very visor. For a mere half-second he recalled another man who had done such a thing himself, and the mixed feelings towards the long dead 'brother' caused him to shy away from such a thing; placing them instead over his chest-plate.

"Sir, Akaan is moving in. Orders?" A Mandalorian Ensign had observed before noting to Fett, his helmeted head turning to look towards the man in-charge as he moved about in silence. He spoke briefly, but decisively and with a level head.

"Do as he does." Fett replied, sounding as cold and distant as per usual. He didn't bother to face the man who spoke to him, and simply kept to observations of his own. The Bounty Hunter's outwards demeanor read confidence and experience, although inside he knew he hadn't much in the way of a clue. Sound logic is what he possessed, and innate skill. With any luck - like the good Bounty Hunter's always are - he would survive the day and prove himself, despite not caring what they thought.

The Ensign responded with a nod of his head, turning back to face his station. Meanwhile the Orar'uliik followed Munin's, and would only continue to do so.

 

[Beskadala]

Location: Inside KEC Building
Objective: Get to Parts and Data Holds deep into the KEC Building's lower levels
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Liset Vereen"], [member="Jor Kvall"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Atin Alo'ran"]
Enemies: [member="Malcolm Denwich"], [member="Robogeber"], Engaging [member="Kyrel Ren"] & [member="Varas Kyrel"]
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Marching down the corridor of the building Beskadala watched the corners of the doors and scrapped wounds of the facade for moving figures. Her combat rifle was levelled high and its barrel tip traced the corners. Out from one of the corners an employee burst out screaming and crying. When he caught sight of Beskadala he shrivelled and collapsed onto his knees frozen. He screamed pleas. Beskadala annoyed walked up to him and with her armoured hand grabbed him by collar and tossed him aside.

"Move! I don't slaughter sheep." Beskadala's voice howled from her helmet. As she passed the civilian, a map of building pinged in the HUD of her helmet. "Excellent Liset. Keep close, I have more need of you once we reach the data-banks below." Beskadala had her raiders interview the traders that passed through Wayland about the types of materials created and traded within the facility, and it was good to see the map data validated such research. KEC builds vehicle components such as engines, brakes, pistons, and chassis. It’s hard to miss the big KEC building smack in the middle of Kilaado. Such constructions and processes would also house manufacturing data and schematics as well.

During her contemplation on next moves, security guards rounded the corner where the stairs where still intact. Beskadala, with her rifle still tracing its sights on the walls linked to their advance. She bent a knee and lowered herself below their line of sight abruptly. In the split moment they had to realign their shots, Beskadala fired a controlled burst. The slugs ripped through security guards. Their bodies hit the floor in a heap. Beskadala frowned in her helmet, "More sheep."

"Dejk!" Beskadala called out to the Manadalorian she had left in the frieghter along with his band of raiders. "What of the traffic outside?"

"The chatter is heavy! Talk of a First Order fleet as taken over the skies above. And the air space is under lock down!" Dejk shouted. A tone of panic and worry. In reply Beskadala laughed. Dejk looked confusedly at his comms.

"Haha, then we shall fight in the shade!" Beskadala joked. Beskadala then motioned for Liset and her war beasts to follow as they began charging down the stairs to the loer levels. While in transit, she opened comms link to all Mandalorians.

"Thanks to our sister Liset, we have mapping data on these facilities! Now, that's enough buzzing around! Everyone move into the city! Dig deep into its bowels and disappear in its ecumenopolis depths and use it as our shield and cover! Move into the lower parts of the KEC building there we will find the material to rebuild our world! Go now! Mandalor wills it!"

Finishing her commands, Beskadala pinged the map spliced by Liset to all the other Mandalorians. At that moment Beskadala rounded the corner and stopped in her tracks. They had dived down several levels and now were faced by the unmistakable visage of a Knight of Ren. Dark, tall and proud in his battle aura. Beskadala trained her rifle on him and the young girl ([member="Varas Kyrel"]) who followed him.

"Finally. I have found my wolf." Beskadala said aloud in a beast-like hiss through the mic of his helmet.

 

[Atin Alo'ran]

Location: Outside KEC Building
Objective: Get to Parts and Data Holds deep into the KEC Building's lower levels
Allies: Vilaz Munin, Preliat Mantis, Silas Mantis, Liset Vereen, Jor Kvall, Yasha Mantis, Shia Kryze, [member="Beskadala Ordo"]
Enemies: Malcolm Denwich, Robogeber, Engaging Kyrel Ren & Varas Kyrel


Atin Droid swiftly landed across from the KEC Building, grabbing his MX-1 Sniper Rifle he swung over and immediately into a prone position, "Keep me safe big guy." the Droid hunkered down, slinking back into the Shadows ready to pounce on anything that come towards him and his rider. He watched Beskadala move through the various hallways before bringing his rifle to his shoulder, using the ledge as a makeshift bipod, he spoke clearly over the comms "Beskadala, I have you in my sights. I got you covered." his finger rested gently beside the trigger not even close to it yet as he waited for the moment to strike

 

[The Major]

Objective: Deploying over city to tighten the noose
Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | First Order Security Bureau
Enemies: [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Beskadala Ordo"]
Location: FIV Cavalier, CIC center aboard corvette

Urged forward and given specific instructions by the Fleet Admiral, Lt Cmdr. Rippach complied diligently as the terrorists continued their tango upon First Order controlled streets. A number of ships from the fleet itself punched in direction of the objective as the operational area shrunk. With surveillance and scanning along with seamless signals intelligence, these warriors would soon find themselves pinpointed, surrounded, and systematically destroyed. It was all a matter of time, and it wasn't on the side of the terrorists. Sadly, there would be no way to stop their frightful destruction of valiant security and police personnel. However, these noble sacrifices would of course be made into legend for the sake of their children.

A flight of TIE fighters flanked the Cavalier as it began a circling sweep over the city, high enough to be out of range of blasters or rockets, but not far enough to not be a noticeable presence if a person on the ground looked up. Aboard the ship proper, the junior commander starting running his recon instruments. Radio signals, breached security, KIA markers: all of it would cycle through the corvette and be relayed to allies entering the peacekeeping zone -and as soon as any unidentified or non authorized craft launched out of the city or set a course of escape the Cavalier would be ready to report and engage with flak cannons and other various anti-starfighter weapons.

 

[Zef Halo]

TO KILAADO ENGINEERING CORP
KILAADO

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The starfighter quickly shortened the distance between it and the war droids when one of the targets abruptly hurled down into the streets nailing himself into the ground for reasons unknown to Therran. Seeing it start firing upon the scrambling defence forces, Graush concluded the target suicidal.

Was he trying to buy time for his fellows, delay the forces of the First Order? He wondered for a moment for how long could a lone person sustain the overwhelming forces of the Order. A moment later, Graush's thoughts were clear. The suicidal one was of no importance. At least, that's what he concluded.

Nonetheless, the Annihilator-class starfighter armed with the precision of the dark side of the force fired a destructive salvo upon the seemingly immobile war droid that had nailed itself on the city streets. A quick and accurate strafing run over an unmoving target.

The fast moving Sith starfighter thrusted upwards after the strafing run and headed towards the raiders' landings and potential target - KEC building.

Was this a decoy? A feint attack? Could they possibly have another force elsewhere? Questions the Sith sought to find the answers as he adjusted an auto pilot course away before decelarating extremely and ejecting off the starfighter.

Therran landed neatly upon one of logistical platform of the KEC building while the starfighter accelerated away on its auto pilot course.

The Sith's sulfur orbs glanced around looking for enemies.

Still in his mind, suspicion plagued him.

Why a simple engineering corporation was being hit by such a bold move? Was this their actual target? Did he overestimate his conclusion on the war droid raider from earlier? Were his seemingly suicidal action more than just an attempt buy time or was it part of a bigger plot?

[member="Beskadala Ordo"] | [member="Atin Alo'ran"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Liset Vereen"] | [member="Quoron"]

[member="Malcolm Denwich"] | [member="Astoria Vero"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Astoria Vero"]​

 

[Robogeber]

Allies: [member="Orin Valk"] | [member="Karl Rippach"]
Enemies: [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Location: Lanteeb's orbit, FIV Malice
Theme: The Imperial Suite | Michael Giacchino

The Fleet Admiral strode around the bridge, listening to the constant intel reports and updates which were dispatched to the Malice. Commands from all over the planet now began to mobilise, and so the members of the Sixth Fleet's, Imperator Command now began to perform logistical challenge which came with locking down an entire system. Wings of TIE bombers began to deploy their gravity weapons, with the fleet having now broken up, for the vanquisher-class destroyers to lock down a greater perimeter, one which, hopefully would span entire continents.

The FIV Malice continued to run escort duty with the FIV Reprisal on the FIV Holdfast, the smaller destroyer sitting between her two larger sister ships as they pressed forward to Kilaado City, to ensure the centre of the gravity well was nearby. A swirling vortex from high above, a harbinger of the Mandolorians doom. A sign that their poor planning, ineffective tactics and poor hygiene were no match for the might, and tactics of the First Order. "When the FIV Vermillion does revert," Carlyle began, "Have it perform escort duty with us, and be ready to intercept these cowards once they begin to flee." Rausgeber ordered.

There was a pause as the Malice continued to press further. From his position aboard the vessel, Rausgeber watched as an increasing flurry of activity around the city, as dozens of vessels deployed from low orbit to deliver reinforcements, fresh to hunt these beskar-clad monstrositites. Those who stood against all of civilisation. However, something played on Rausgeber's mind. Had this perhaps been a play to drag the First Order's attention from something bigger. Was there a larger game afoot?

"Admiral Rausgeber," A voice piqued up, "Sir, the FIV Bunsenbrenner, it's picked up some unidentified targets." Rausgeber already knew what it was, "They haven't appeared on our scopes sir." The Comms Officer continued, "We suspect they're stealth vessels." Of course. This was the Mandolorians game. He imagined that now the FIV Holdfast, with its gravity wells active, must have been a prime target for the Mandolorians. And knowing their propensity for camaraderie, and admirable trait, Carlyle suspected that they would try something to disrupt the interdiction field he had now primed, and ready. Loyalty was something hard to find, but when found, it could be exploited, and tempered to become a weapon.

"Do we have a fix on their location?" The Fleet Admiral inquired. This was an important moment for him. Who knew how many targets there were, and additionally, who knew where they were. In fact, who even knew if they were Mandolorian. It could be an Alliance ploy, employing these same murderous thugs again. Perhaps they were passing reinforcements to the surface, however Carlyle suspected that given the underhanded nature of the Mandolorian, they would evidently.

The Comms Officer paused, "Admiral, we have no fix on their location, the sensor pings the Bunsenbrenner are recieving are intermittent, and we do not believe that they're active." He paused, "Special Agent Halcox is under the impression that there is some latency." The Comms Officer continued.

Rausgeber frowned, this was a variable he did not feel comfortable with. Ergo, action was now needed. "Continue to scan on shorter wave frequencies." Rausgeber commanded, "And increase pings." He added, "We will not allow this treachery to continue under our noses." He barked. "Double our efforts, and have any telemetry immediately broadcast to us."

"They believe they're capable, but we will expose their weakness."

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Reverting to real space in - 5 minutes.

The countdown had officially begun. As the Vermilion neared it's objecting, Commander Valk rose from his seat, walking to the CIC. At it's center was a table with a holographic outlay of the city of Kilaado, the position of all air traffic being reported in real time with only a slight delay. Picking up the PA microphone from under the table, he held it to his mouth and pressed the button. A loud tone played shortly to get the attention of the crew, and if that didn't, Commander Valk's raspy voice would. The crew was likely expecting information as to the sudden scuttle when all was supposed to be coasting downhill from their patrol sector, but they would receive no such clarification. Instead, they received their next statement.

"This is the commander. Set the ship to condition two. Alert fighters prepare to launch."

He released the button, and the same tone that played at the beginning played once more to disperse the crew. Valk had nothing more to say.

"Sir, we've received instructions from Admiral Rausgeber.", the comms officer reported. "We're to join the Malice as an escort and prepare for exit contingencies."

With a grunt of acknowledgement, Valk returned to the viewport at the front of the bridge, overlooking the rest of the ship.

Reverting to hyperspace in - 5...4...3...2...Reverting to real space.

With the engines audibly spooling down and a tug forward, the ship entered real space. Immediately setting course for low orbit, the main engines pushed forward at maximum power. As the planet grew larger and the Vermilion ventured nearer, the city came into view. The cityscape blocked direct views of what was happening below, but the CIC had more accurate information on display. Soon, the FIV Malice came into view. Syncing itself to it's navigation route, the Vermilion positioned itself at the fleet admiral's flagship's port bow.

As Valk continued to stare out the viewports, he heard a set of footsteps approaching.

"Sir, should we scramble the fighters?"

Orin turned his torso to face the man. "When I want you to scramble the fighters I'll tell you when to scramble the goddamn fighters. Keep them on standby." Reverting back to his original position, he continued. This was a teaching moment for his subordinates. "No sense in throwing more ships at a situation already being addressed. We'll launch them should an external threat make itself present, or should they attempt an escape."

The First Order maintained a firm grip on it's territories, but its citizens enjoyed prosperity under its guiding hand. Those that sought to disrupt that prosperity would not be subject to the same treatment - that guiding hand known to the First Order would become a fist for those who threatened it.

[member="Robogeber"] | [member="Karl Rippach"]
[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Beskadala Ordo"]
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[Preliat Mantis]

Inside KEC Building
Allies: Mandalorians l [member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Beskadala Ordo"] l [member="Atin Alo'ran"]
Enemies: First Order
Directly Engaging: [member="Varas Kyrel"] l [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Preliat came around the corner slowly, the golden shawl of the Wolf of Manda'yaim flowing over his shoulder as he approached the incoming Knights of Ren. Preliat emerged from a wholesale slaughter of security teams, stormtroopers, and anyone else who got in his way. He was covered in blood, the Beskar tomahawk he usually used scorched with bone marrow, blood, and whatever else was usually inside people that was supposed to stay inside.

He walked through flickering flames and over dead bodies, staring at Kyrel, then to the other Mandalorian, a member of the Ordo clan. Preliat's armored head slowly turned to the man before him, and his spiked crushgaunts curled into fists. Preliat was a wound in the force, a chaotic maelstrom of hate and rage. The dark side poured off him like a flood, a torrent of hatred that was a dark beacon, even among the chaos and fear of the strike.

He didn't say a word, he simply stared down the two Ren, and slid the Beskad he carried in one hand, and the Tomahawk into the other. Beskad in the right, tomahawk in the left. He didn't make a move- he would wait for the Ren to make their move.