The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: [member="Atheus"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"] [member="The Librarian"]
Enemies: [member="Lunarius Admonis"] [member="Kalius Aegrus"]

Aedan Miles felt the thud of his drop pod leaving his ship looking up through the small highly reinforced viewport he watched as the Werda Kyr'am turned about the rest of the drop pod carriers joining it as they made a jump to hyperspace in the direction of the center of the galaxy. He knew that shortly things would turn very dark for those fools of the Dominion his son should be arriving soon and he would be remaining in space. Shaking his head mournfully the dark Jedi Master turned his attention to the screen before him watching as the Evakmar Mk 3 made landfall activating his comlink he calmly spoke into it. "Jaig Vizsla this is Aedan Miles I am landing on the planet now my men will secure the capitol before pushing out if you wish to dispatch specific orders you can reach me on this channel." Aedan cut the communication just as the ship hit the ground the door on it springing free as his men moved out of the drop pod swiftly Aedan following them as he toyed with the ring on his hand sending out a telepathic message to [member="The Librarian"] hoping he would understand. ​"Let the galaxy fear the Titans for we come with a swift vengeance." Turning his attention back to the area before him he watched as the Evakmar's boarding ramps lowered and from its depths rumbled the walkers and APC's of the Clan Akaata milita everyone scrambling as they got ready for a fight. He started forward calmly his violet eyes flashing a darker and deeper purple for a moment before he smirked. Much blood would be shed today many tears wept on the next but on the third day they would stand victorious on their home world shouting their defiance for the galaxy to hear. The Vod were not dead they were here to stay and no one could remove the warrior people permanently.

Army

Spoiler

1x Red Fang
2x Shadow Gundan
1x Drakon Regiment
1x Clan Akaata Milita
1x Dark Jedi of Bogan

 

[Meraal Vaun]

MANDALORE
Objective: Power up the World Guardian Shield
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Jaig Vizsla"], Gharis Vevut)
Enemies: The Invaders

Three.. two... and the door blew inward.

Meraal rushed into the room behind Jaig. The commandos were greeted only by darkness, "Well, that's disappointing. No rampant security droids. No booby traps. Pre-volcano Mandalore security was shebs." After being satisfied that nothing was going to shoot in the squad's direction, Meraal refocused his attention toward the consoles spread around the room.

Meraal took a datapad from his backpack and synced it to what looked like a central control console. Information from the facility began flowing onto his datapad's feed. Facility Access Logs.. no. Security Feeds.. not that one. Human Resource Complaints - I'll save those for later, but no.. Eureka! Guardian Shield Command. How in the world did the facility organize this information? It sure as kriff was not alphabetically.

""Good news chief." Meraal ran to a control panel on the wall by the door which the squadron had just blown in. "I found a light switch", as he said this emergency lights activated, giving the room a dim glow. "I've got better news though. As Vevut said, the shield system is still operational. However, we will have to completely restart the power banks. Meaning it will take a minute for the system to reboot, but.." Meraal looked back down to his datapad screen. Shield command... X2793 Battery Relay ..."the battery seems to have mostly held the charge it had received before the generator stopped charging it. From the intel we have on this beast, it would normally take a half hour for a full-charge, but the battery is at 89%. We should be able to get a full charge within 5 minutes after the banks come back online.. which would be.." A loud, rhythmic, metallic churning sound emanated from the far side of the room, "now! Praise Mando engineering! The beast lives!"

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Location: Hyperspace > Mandalore

Olivia stood within the dimly illuminated astrometrics lab of the Type-3 Keldabe-class Battleship Meshla'ade be'te Ne'tra Sho'cye. At her command, derelict surveillance stations scattered about the former Mandalorian Territories breathed life once more, automated systems taking stock of their section of the void and slowly feeding that information to Alor Dem'adas. It was unacceptably slow, and a painful reminder of the state of the Clans. Scattered and fragmented as they may be, she still expected better than this.

A grim picture wove itself before her eyes as unidentified warships descended upon worlds once firmly within the political and military grip of the Unified Clans. It discussed Olivia to see such things, but they were unavoidable at this point. The bulk of the clans had scattered to the winds. Clusters were popping up spinward and coreward, stubborn fools (her family included) clung to life upon the broken husk of Manda'yaim, and some, like Clan Dem'adas, simply took to the void as they had always done. Her vast fleet had scattered itself, each family earning credit where they could, but Clan Dem'adas warships still sailed upon black seas, making the hyperlanes safe for her clan's merchant ships. They had less to trade these days, but they still made it work.

She saw the foreign ships like vultures upon a corpse. Disgusting and disgraceful, but an inevitability she refused to waste Mando'ade lives delaying. What was unforgivable, were the vultures that dared to pick at the corpse of Manda'yaim. Her baby sister's voice still echoed from a nearby comm. Danger approaches. Come home.

<Oh hell no.> Olivia thought to herself as she clenched her fists.

Her Intel was old, she knew not which ships belonged to what faction... She couldn't even be sure if any of the red dots on her display were friendly. All she knew was that her Homeworld was under attack and what remained of her family still clung to life on that toxic rock.

With cold steel and hatred in her heart, Olivia turned her back on the astrometrics lab and stormed onto the bridge. "Unknown forces are sweeping through the old Mandalorian Territories. There are fleets hitting worlds from Taris to Mandalore, and House Larraq calls for our help." Olivia barked out to her bridge officers, a quiet fury building within her. "I don't know who in the void thinks they can claim Manda'yaim, but Clan Dem'adas will not sit by while our broken home is further defiled by Aruetii feet. Recall all ships to Mandalore at best speed." She said before sitting upon the cursed throne of the Keldabe Battleship from which she lead her clan these days. "Prepare for immediate jump." She said with a calm finality. "We're the closest flotilla anyway."





Moments later, hyperspace ripped into realspace above Mandalore and spat out three warships, their powerful Hyperdrives screaming like a beacon as they raced home. Two Type-2.5 Keldabe-class Battleships flanked Olivia's command ship. The Ruugla'ruusaan and the Kotep Bes'gaid Ik'aad. Together, the three ships set for maximum speed, overdrive engines flaring to life as they rushed towards Keldabe, capital of Mandalore and closest military target to her family's farm. As the three Keldabe Battleships tore through the void, Olivia Dem'adas's cold voice would cut through on all comm channels. "This is Alor Dem'adas, ruler of Clan Dem'adas and an angry queen with which you do not want to fuck. To all foreign vessels in sovereign Mandalorian space. I have no idea what fool told you Manda'yaim was up for grabs, but they were sorely mistaken. You have ten minutes to withdraw your forces and flee the system or face... Kark it, you have one minute. Get the hell off my lawn."

 

[Gharis Vevut]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: Death Watch and Co, [member="Meraal Vaun"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Fix the Satellite Array

Gharis put his helmet back on, clambered up the maintenance ladder, and pulled himself onto the catwalk that suspended from the ceiling of the control room. The emergency lights didn't shine up here and so he flipped his head lamp back on as he made his way across. A mess of wires wound through the metal struts in the ceiling and Gharis wondered to himself how this bunker had ever been successful as a functioning command center.

He reached the maintenance hatch he was looking for and opened it. The spiraled, blade-like hatch pulled open with a hiss and Gharis pulled himself up onto the roof. The wind blew harshly against him as he stood. He looked up at the large array dish for a moment before deciding that the problem likely had something instead to do with the base of the array that fed into the command system. He walked around it, and on the opposite side of it found a gaping hole the size of a landspeeder burned into the base with blackened metal and melted wires filling the inside.

"Well, if I was a betting man, I'd bet that's the issue." He said aloud to himself, surprised by the damage.

It had obviously happened a good while ago as the material had melded and hardened back together. Could have been from the cataclysm, but Gharis could only guess. He tried to think how to fix the issue, and he quickly wondered if he could wire the array directly from the base's power source and then plug it straight into the command console. It was crude way of doing things, for sure, and there was no guarantee that the frequency would carry properly to the defense stations, but he couldn't think of any other options. He was going to need a lot of wire, and he quickly headed back into the base to search for the supplies he would need to jury-rig his improvised satellite. What he wouldn't give to be shooting aruetii at the moment instead.

 

[Alice Tal'verda]

MANDALORE
Objective: End the Death Watch delusion of being the good guys
Allies: The Doninion, Clan Tal'verda [member="Darth Morzas"] [member="Lunarius Admonis"] [member="Kalius Aegrus"]
Enemies: Death Watch Invaders [member="Meraal Vaun"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"] [member="Gharis Vevut"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Jagen Wren"]
???: [member="Mishka Larraq"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]

Alice had come on behalf of her brother, she had come to rally the people to the Dominion's side she had been in her Y-wing when the message from [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] came in, Gate singled out a single channel and piped it into her helmet.

She keyed in order to respond "This is Alice Tal'verda, clan second of Clan Tal'verda, the aruetyc Kyr'tsad, and the karking Darjetii have come to make a mess of the sector, the Dominion has come to help with the defence."

Hopefully the would be getting an unexpected ally for this battle, if not then the brave men and women of Mandalore would only have to fight that much harder to keep their planet. Death Watch was never a good thing, they were brutish thugs, sure they may claim that they care about the people but all they really wanted was power, this has been true at every point in their history, now would be no different.

Already there were reports of both sides having forces on the planet, the Tal'verdas did not command a massive army, but they did not need to, Alice had been going farm to farm and settlement to settlement gathering support. Death Watch may think that a bit of graffiti on space port wall means that the people would rally to them, perhaps some of the well off would, but the farmer who had a bad crop revising subsidies from the Dominion, or the village with the rapidly failing power generator in need of a spare hand to fix it, they would not, the people who put family and clan first over a fistful of blood stained credits or their petty squabbles, they would be the ones that would welcome Death Watch with a hail of blasterfire.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: Mandoade, [member="Atheus"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: Anyone who gets in the way
Objective: Planetfall

Bellow them was what remained of their home world. She was hulking. She was in pain. She was hurting, she was crying out for help. It was the heart of their religion, their culture, their hope. It was their everything. The warrior regretted not spending more time on her surface before it had been burned, before she had been crushed. The cyborg wished he had more memories of her, more than [member="Gray Raxis"]' trail and the pain that had come from it. But there were none. He was an orphan, and he had finally found the heart to come to terms with his estranged mother.

As the soldier stepped foot on the surface, clad in his armor, he saw her scorched, unforgiving surface. Alongside him the Godkillers and the Alpha Company under his command were with him, with a host of the Vode Shock troopers. There would be conflict, there would be hell on Mandalore and while he didn't want it, he was here and ready to fight for his heartland. The warrior and his men began striding forward towards their rally point in Keldebe. Their heavy warmachines would be following soon, once Aeden's ship disgorged them. A sense of guilt fell over him.

I failed you once before. I will not again, he vowed. I could have done something before. I could have helped save some--or I could have done something after. Something to fix it. I failed you, not just as a planet but as a whole, as a people--and those whom you represent. Never. Again.

For Ardgal, and the troops with him, this was more than just a planet. This was home. This was religion. He had fought at Chilloon as a private contractor. Now he was fighting as a patriot.

"On me, men," he ordered, his cold mechanical side taking over. And the march began.

Spoiler

Godkillers (In Sig)
Alpha Company (In Sig)
Vode troops x2 (In Sig)
Light Calvary x3 (In Sig)
Heavy machinery in bound Under the Command of Virgil:
45 Icarus Class AA Platform
20 Hellstorm tanks
Behemoth
16 AT-LRA
20 AIT Grinders

 

[Lunarius Admonis]

Armies nearby:
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

Lunarius made it to the top of the hill with his platoon and stopped to survey the area. The farmstead was shielded, lunarius assumed as much. It would have to be to survive in such a hostile environment. A few Mandalorians still tilled the earth below their feet, while others seemed to be standing guard. Despite their precautions they seemed dangerously unprepared.

Lunarius felt a pang of sorrow for these people all though he knew not why. It simply was not compatible with his mind, which had been built solely for war. But, deep down inside he wept for these people. For those damned by war. Though he would never admit it. The sun swept through the gray clouds of Mandalore and Lunarius thought he could almost feel its warmth through his armor.

But the illusion of peace was interrupted as a trooper approached lunarius. He carried with him the old vox communicator. “Sir the Mandalorian armies have landed. Our ships in orbit are heavily outnumbered. Reinforcements seem unlikely,”

Lunarius nodded as he placed a hand to chin. Lunarius wanted to save this world. To bring the light of Mephirium to it’s people. Only then could their souls truly be saved from the void of chaos that the universe had become. Still this world's people resisted….

This infuriated the Primarch! How could they be so FOOLISH! Didn't they see this was the only path to salvation! If they refused to open their eyes Lunarius would do it for them! He would RIP them open if he had too! He would END their heretical ways and THRUST them into the light! Lunarius ripped the vox communicator from the man's grasp and smashed it on the ground.

“Gragh! We will crush them beneath our boot! Mephirium protects!” Lunarius roared as he finished stomping the last of the radio to bits. “Rally the troops we march on Keldabe! We will not fail!” Lunarius turned to take one last look at the farm and wished the best for them. He started back down the path to his legion and steeled himself for battle.

Forces: 1 mechanized legion of the 501st
-5000 troops
-24 2-M Saber-class repulsor tanks
-16 AT-ST’s
-6 AT-AT

(Am doing this via phone. Will properly link army once home)

 

[Aithne Charr]

Flagship - The Skyborn
Allies - Mandalorians and Death Watch
Enemies - Dominion and Co

Being in command of ships is a weird feeling for Solan who had long forsaken his role as a leader to fight small groups and slavers without being tied to a set of duties that he had to complete. He had enjoyed the freedom for a time but it had been the insistence of an old name that brought Solan back into the world and back to combat. And with him he stood surrounded by Keshiri officers who Edric had offered him for the time, standing on the bridge of a ship he was far more familiar with than with any he had been given under the command of the Mandalorians who he now fought beside.

Their fleet was near Mandalore, ready to strike out and take the skies above the planet for their own, stopping the occupation of the foolish Dominion force that wanted to interfere in what was the Mandalorian's homeworld. To attempt to seize the planet for their own dishonorable and separated members, a group of Mandalorians that do not deserve the title was interesting to Solan. He did not follow the Resolnare, though the code had recently caught his eye. He was in no way angered by the actions like those he fought beside were. Instead, he saw this as a chance to test the Dominion and that was why he choose to test their own abilities and see what ships they could field.

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar presence, Nida Vaal walking up to his right and clearing her throat before speaking up to him.

"Sire, the fleet will be leaving hyperspace within the minute. The forward assault force has mentioned the location of the enemy vessels and our cloaked scout craft is waiting in system already, observing them." Her use of the title made him smile, wanting to correct her considering he was no longer her king. He knew she would not stop the use of it, so he let her continue.

He was also happy that he had bn the cloaked craft for the mission, its ability to watch the enemy was invaluable and as long as he could keep it hidden, no craft would be able to interrupt it or cause it harm. He would need to take care in its use though, knowing he could use it for more than simple spying if he employed it correctly. He almost felt like the tactic was unnecessary considering the power that Mandalorian ships held, but his good friends had given him the ship to help achieve his mission, something he would not spit on.

Commands for his craft could not be given out quickly yet, needing to know what he faced before he could make a decision on his course of action. Heading in with barely any information was already worrisome but it was this urgency that had been needed given the situation. They could not wait for the Dominion to secure its holding on Mandalore so Solan had been sent with whatever ships he could get his hands on in the short time frame. The most significant of these was the acquisition of a certain carrier that a man by the name of Aedan Miles had given him to work with. A Salvation class star destroyer that he had stolen from the republic in the last battle Solan had commanded under the Mandalorian flag.

After a few seconds more Solan's fleet would drop from hyperspace a would appear relatively near the forces of [member="Darth Morzas"] and [member="Ignus"], both of which would soon get a message from the aging Dark Jedi, who had sent out the message on an open channel.

"Hello, Soldiers of the Dominion and Unknown fleet. My name is Solan Charr, Commander whose loyalty lays with Clan Verd. I will give any enemies of the Mandalorian people one chance to surrender. If you do not, I will destroy every single ship that remains without hesitation. You have a minute to comply before I fire on you. If you do not believe me, the dead in orbit around Cato Nemodia during the Mimban Engagement, should be proof enough." He looked at his first officer, nodding to her to relay the order to his other ships. He was unsure of whether these fleets were on his side, more so the newer one, but that would not change his actions should either attempt to stand in the way of the Mandalorians.

Spoiler

The Skyborn (Infernus Class Cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

• 5 Apollo Class Interceptors
• 12 Rendili Starfighters
• 12 Narran Wyrm Class Bombers
• 12 Umbra Class Dropships
• 2 Narran Aspect Class Gunship
• 2 Narran Drake Class Gunship
• 16 Shard Class droppods

The Eclipse (Salvation Class Carrier) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

• [SIZE=10pt]Rendili Starfighters[/SIZE] (100)
• [SIZE=10pt]Vhe'Viin Intercepters (75)[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=10pt]Screecher Class Missile Droid (25)[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=10pt]Hyperion Heavy Artillery Droid (25)[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=10pt]Usurper Class Tank Destroyer (25)[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=10pt]Kandosii Bombers (50)[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=10pt]Umbra Class Dropships[/SIZE] (175)

The Beviin (Bes'Drahr Class Destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

The Kad (Bes'Drahr Class Destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

The Bulwark (Type 3 Keldabe) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

• 24 Rendili Starfighters

Mareth's Pride (Infernus Mk2 Cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Lyst's Protector (Infernus Mk2 Cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

The Broken's Wall (Hellfire Missile Cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Siren's Scream (Hellfire Missile Cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Cloaked Craft Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
(The Type of Ship will be provided to an RPJ upon request or judge of the Rebellion. Its Class is being hidden for now as per the whole it being cloaked thing. This is meant as public knowledge for my opponents to keep track of.)

Cluster Class Frigates

Spoiler

Frigate 1 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Frigate 2 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Frigate 3 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Frigate 4 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Frigate 5 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Frigate 6 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Praetorian Corvettes

Spoiler

Corvette 1 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Corvette 2 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Corvette 3 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Corvette 4 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Corvette 5 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Corvette 6 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Katana Corvettes

Spoiler

Corvette 7 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Corvette 8 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Corvette 9 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Corvette 10 - Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

 

[Arage Bao]

W A Y L A N D​

[member="Drox Fuga"]​

​

Wayland... land of the misery and death itself.

Every step into the jungle was a step you took to fight for your life. It was a constant struggle to simply be here and that was why Ronan Vizsla, Alor of Clan Vizsla, had made his home here amidst the ashes and poison. Whilst most Mandalorian Clans had based themselves around Mandalore or nearby worlds, Clan Vizsla's had settled on Wayland from the very beginning.

It was for this reason that whilst Fuga might have killed some errant Death Watch mongrels in the jungles, far away from any possible hotspot, Clan Vizsla was still in control of Wayland and would always be in control.

"You keep what you kill." Ronan murmured softly to himself, while the crushgaunts sealed themselves around his hands. Their main base of power was centered around the ancient Fort Monroe.

From which Vizsla warriors were already ushering out to repel Dominion mongrels and Mandalorian pretenders. Just as the battle of the land was not as easy and smooth as the pretenders wanted, so too were the skies of Wayland dominated by the ships of Mandalore. An Alor class - Vizsla was one of the stronger Clans of Mandalore and had been given one years ago, even before Ra took up the mantle of Mand'alor - and other ships staying strong against aging metal hulks that were so far from home.

Republic ships.

"Disgusting." The rumble of Vizsla's followed soon, before Vashak arrived in the bays containing armament, tanks and other equipment of war. He seemed distressed and worried.

"Cabur, we have news from Manda'yaim." His back was still straight, but the armor spoke the true tales. Dashed, cut and burned at many surfaces. This was a man who had seen much and many battles under Ronan.

"Speak."

It was silent for a while, until the hiss of magnoclamps sealed shut as the helmet settled itself around Ronan's head. Power enabled and suddenly a comprehensive HUD formed itself around his eyes. Elevated heart-rate, but for the rest Vashak seemed eerily calm even if his tone did not convey that entirely. Ronan waited and eventually Vashak spoke again.

"Aruetii are trespassing there as well, we have received scrambled missives for assistance."

Now it was Ronan's time to frown.

"I have my hands full here, Vashak, I cannot liberate two worlds at the same time."

Vash stayed silent and simply waited for the commands of his clanfather. There was a struggle there, a tension, as Ronan tried to figure out what was the best course of action in this particular moment. An easy answer was not found and yet, yet, they had to do something about Manda'yaim. For many - if not for Ronan - it was the soul of their culture. If these aruetii managed to capture it and hold it, that would... complicate matters by a lot. They flaunted the rule of the Mand'alor and that was the end of the discussion for Ronan.

"Fine. Hail [member="Rach Vizla"] and [member="Jaig Vizsla"]. Tell Rash we need him in the air, tell Jaig I will break this blockade and then come to the rescue of the Clans once more."

He had done it once before.

They had honored him for that... what would they do now?

 

[Sierce Alderech]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: [member="Lunarius Admonis"], The Dominion
Enemies: Anyone who attacks him
Objective: Be himself


Sierce was all too content standing off to the side of the action in, well, anything. Always the spectator, he waited patiently for the action to begin, instrument secure in its case hanging off his back. Not a fan of the heat, he was impatient for the festivities to begin, ready to see what chorus of chaos would shatter peace into vibrations of mayhem. He noticed, much to his annoyance, that a thin layer of dust had accumulated on his blinders. This wouldn't do at all, he noted. With such a performance on the horizon, he had to look his best. The sun temporarily blinded him as he wiped the blinders clean.

"Yes, praise Mephirium," he drawled, sliding his binders back onto his face, eyes relishing in the returning shade. He himself was far from a believer in this Mephirium, hardly even a believer in anything. It wasn't his business to bring personal beliefs to the table, not when the credits came from just agreeing.

He joined Lunarius as he ventured down the hill, the Primarch towering over him, creating a nice shade. "How's it looking up there?" He ventured to ask. "Can I expect to have much to compose about?"

 

[Kad Tor]

EN ROUTE TO MANDA'YAIM​

​

The siren song and familiar beat of the drum sounded war for the Mando'ade once again. Rebels, those considered disloyal, a faction which hurled insults to Manda'lor himself, had set their sights on the home which was the rightful heritage of those who answered the call of Manda'lor the Exile. It seemed premature to Kad, but he would not leave his brethren alone to reclaim what had been their world. The urge to retreat to his bottle was strong at the thought of setting foot on a world he only had pleasant memories of. His promise to [member="Artemis Lux"] was the only thing which kept him from finding it. Instead of picking up the bottle, Kad had picked up his hammer.

When the call had been made, Kad had been working to fashion a structural beam to create more open room for the barracks. The base on Dxun had seen more of their numbers come to rest which brought more work for Kad. The work had helped to keep him sober, but now he would have to leave it behind to answer Manda'lor's call. He was accountable to no one in regards to his location, but he did not wish to go alone. Kad reached out to the only one he wished to have cover his back aside from his sister Briika who would no doubt be standing with her riduur.

Artemis had been asked to meet Kad at his ship if she wished to go with him. While he had no direct orders, Kad knew the Mando'ade needed access to more beskar. Should the rebellion which the Death Watch had initiated fail, any of the open mines needed to be closed off. Dressed in his full armor, Kad was prepared to do what was necessary to keep those who would rebel against Manda'lor from gaining the precious ore to make them stronger.

"We are near," he said looking toward the co-pilot seat. A small smile pulled at his lips as the woman truly looked the part of a lioness ready to strike. He was reminded of the song he'd made up on during the aftermath of hunting a zakkeg. The Lioness of Dxun and the Hammer of Enceri were now riding into battle. Perhaps another song would be written of this encounter.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur**" Kad stated as the ship descended through the atmosphere of the place he had once called home.

Kad looked at the navigation and knew where he was taking himself. Enceri had been where he was raised, and while seeing it destroyed was not going to be pleasant, he was going to be happy that Artemis would at least be able to say her boots had stood on the fields of Clan Tor. For all intent and purpose Kad considered Artemis a part of his clan. Briika and Kad were the only two of blood left after all, but Artemis had the heart of a Tor. Their crest had been etched into her armor, the gift he had given her. He stayed quiet about the destination for now. Hopefully they would not be landing into a fire fight.

**

Spoiler

Today is a good day for someone else to die

 

[Zef Halo]

MANDALORE
Power up the World Guardian Shield
Allies: Death Watch (Meraal Vaun; Gharis Vevut)
Enemies: Those that want to take over our home

A transmission came through from one known as the Pirate King, [member="Aedan Miles"]. A man Jaig did not trust at all. His clan, Akaata, had recently claimed allegiance to the Death Watch cause but there was much for them to prove. Perhaps, today would be such a day. Jaig sent an affirmative reply to the Pirate King before cutting the transmission short.

Jaig scanned the area around as Meraal inspected the status of the power banks. He was quite vocal of the lack of security. The Vizsla was also surprised. It may have been salvaged before the place was left alone. Certainly, a shield generator was the last thing to think about when your whole planet was under a natural cataclysm triggered by traitors. Vereen, at least, had helped massively in stopping the cataclysm from proceeding. Most of the planet was in an ice age, and temperate places were colder than usual but the volcano eruptions had stopped.

That was good enough.

Another transmission came through, this time from one Alor Dem'adas. Jaig cut it short midway through the speech and disabled his comms for a moment. He was being way too much distracted by the numerous communication channels. Let them slaughter each other. All of them. Let Manda'yaim become their graveyard. Meanwhile, Kyr'tsad would work on turning their home into a place where conventional warfare is impossible to lead. Small cells of the Kyr'tsad all had orders to dig in, to prepare and to wait. Wait and watch until they only need to sweep through the remains.

:: Gharis, how's the array looking? :: Jaig uttered through their internal comm. If they are able to remote control the space station above, all the better for them.

Meraal's voice rang through his head as the man had finally brought the shield alive. Lights signaled the resurrection of the generator and of the compound.

Slowly, but certainly the World Guardian Shield began its long journey of covering their home in its protective embrace.

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WORLD GUARDIAN SHIELD HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. ​

TIME LEFT UNTIL IT COVERS THE WHOLE PLANET: 30 MINUTES​

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[member="The Librarian"] | [member="Lunarius Admonis"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Alice Tal'verda"] | [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Darth Sarcophago"] | [member="Atheus"] | [member="Darth Morzas"] | @Kalius Aegras | [member="Ignus"] | [member="Jagen Wren"] | [member="Dune Rhur"]​

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He enabled his communications again only to receive a hail from...what a surprise. [member="Ronan Vizsla"]. The clanfather of clan Vizsla. All the way from Wayland, it seemed, he would march upon their enemies and slaughter them as it was his duty.

:: Good. :: He simply replied and closed the channel.

"Brothers and sisters, the compound is slowly coming alive as is the shield. Gharis, if the remote connection cannot be established, I will need you here. Tell me what's going on with the cannons. Meraal, order the men to spread around into positions. Patrols around the surface exits." Jaig calmly issued orders. "I need an active and constant feedback on anything that is detected approaching us."

"Vevut, Vaun - when you're ready - we leave."

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Hyperspace, Approaching Concord Dawn
Allies: Death Watch, Mandalorian Insurgency
Enemies: The Dominion, Dominion Allies
Objective: Make Some Credits


He had been in the middle of some target practice when the call came through.

The VCX-820 escort freighter with the words Dead Reckoning scrawled on its side in faded paint sat not twenty paces away in the center of the dilapidated landing pad. Not quite close enough to the surface to be considered the lower levels, the mercenary's present port of call wasn't exactly in the high rises of the Taris skyline either. That suited him just fine. They were far enough above the real problem areas that he could realistically leave the ship unwatched for several hours at a time without worrying whether or not it had been vandalized, robbed, or stolen outright. And the top credit starports, the real glamorous ones...well, he doubted they'd let him get away with stuff like this.

Fanning the hammer of his primary sidearm, Captain Desmond Corso let his sights float over the cheap targets laid out before him at the other end of the hangar for just a heartbeat before piercing each one with precision projectile fire. Content to just use practice rounds for such an occasion, the shots tore holes through the targets appropriate to their caliber, instead of the fist sized and even larger craters that his custom produced high explosive and armor piercing ammunition were capable of. He was just about to take his last shot when the comm burst interrupted his concentration, and he missed the bulls eye of the last target by a hair's breadth.

Screwing up his face and spitting in frustration, Corso glanced down at his personal comm to see what he already suspected to be the case. Frankly, guys like him didn't get calls from too many kinds of people. The little device was currently slaved into his ship's systems while they were still in proximity, and it was notifying him now that a long range comm request was waiting for him in the cockpit of the Reckoning. That narrowed the list down even further, to but a handful of 'business associates'.

He gave the slugthrower a casual, almost absentminded twirl and holstered the weapon in the same motion, then set off ploddingly towards the freighter's loading ramp. The VCX-820 had certainly seen better days, and as he passed through the transport's bowels he noticed a half a dozen problems that easily classified as a 'priority fix'. Maybe with the credits from this next job he might finally get around to patching up the old bird. Off around the bend towards the engine room he caught a glimpse of the faint glow of welding sparks as BB-5, his droid companion and co-pilot, worked on patching some system that likely required more complete repair.

When Desmond finally made it to the cockpit and checked his comms array, he noted with little surprise that he had been right about the call. On the display before him, clearly displayed in Aurebesh, was the word DARKWATER.

As employers, the security firm had been more interesting to work for than most. Mostly above board work, and they had hired him more for his intimidating reputation than a need to see the associated results. Reading over the first few lines of this newest contract, however, Corso was at first almost certain there had been some sort of mistake. This was not his usual type of work at all, or Darkwater's for that matter, and the freelancer was on the verge of declining the offer outright just on principle, until he noticed two details. The first was the location of the job, and the second was the payout. For that kind of a hazard bonus, Desmond didn't have a preferred line.

All he could think of as he raised the loading ramp, began his pre-flight check, and as an afterthought ran by his planned departure with the starport for clearance, was that someone high up in Darkwater must have a vested interest in Mandalorian space staying sovereign. That suited him just fine, if the Mandos were the ones paying for him to retire like a sultan just for his gunwork, then all the sweeter.

 

[Alleycat]

Location: Concord Dawn - Northern Hemisphere
Allies: DW/Mandos et al
Enemies: Dominion et al
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Mesh'la Dral jumped down from the driver's side of the speeder truck, then purposefully walked towards the main building of the Munin Stronghold. Anyone would be hard pressed to keep up with the petite baar'ur turned vhett as her short legs could fool you just how fast she could move when properly motivated or irritated.

As the young blonde stepped into the front room, she removed her red and black buy'ce and clipped it to her utility belt with one hand as the other smoothed over her head of golden plaits. Piercing electric blue eyes peered over to where her step-brother was standing. Mesh's normally fair skinned face was lightly tan from all the work done outside rebuilding the Garon Homestead in the Palouse Valley, northwest of the Munin one in the hills.

"Gods I really wanted to get that back forty plowed and seeded today as spring planting season is almost over. This better be good, ori'vod," the spirited Aka'liit greeted [member="Lok Munin"] as she strolled up beside the Munin.

There were rumors the adopted son of [member="Vilaz Munin"], Mesh's step-father, had joined Death Watch. If it was true Lok was Kyr'tsad, he would be getting an earful from her and probably a shebs tettar too later. He already was on her bad side for smoking spiced weed around his young nephew in the past. Valen's father, [member="Aden Dral"], didn't know that little fact just that her mother's step-son was rebellious in nature and maybe smoked too much.

"Me'bana... Din'kartay?"

Spoiler

medic
farmer
helmet
older brother
Faithful
Death Watch
butt kicking
What happened?
Sitrep?

 

[Meraal Vaun]

MANDALORE
Objective: Coordinate the Defense of the World Guardian Shield Generator Facility
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Jaig Vizsla"]; [member="Gharis Vevut"])
Enemies: The Dominion and Any Occupying Force Allies

Establishing a defensive line for a top-secret shield generator facility, which may end up turning the tide for this rebellion, that'll look good on my next resume. I need to snap out of it, this is serious. "Alright, listen up vode" Meraal's voice was being broadcasted over comms to all local Death Watch units, ", Clan leaders that are currently in the facility, report in over commlink for assignment. The defense of this facility may mean the difference between whether or not our homes are craters by the time that this is over. Fill your roles and work together, and you'll be fine."

Meraal pulled up a schematic of the generator facility. From the facility's blue prints, their seemed to be two main entrances: the one the commandos had previously entered, and another which was a landing pad on the opposite end of the installation. There would be no resealing the entrances that the commandos had came through, but he could make sure that anyone trying to enter from that side would pay dearly for doing so. "Clan Shurok, I'm going to need two E-Web emplacements aimed on the platform we set down at. Try to keep them concealed as best you can. No need to paint the enemy a target." Meraal wished that he had more time to study the facility's schematics.

After pondering the image displayed for him in his helmet for several more minutes, Meraal realized that the facility was not as large as it initially seemed. Hopefully that means that we won't need as much manpower to cover this, he thought. "Clan Xixoer, I need eight of your most perceptive warriors patrolling this station. Set up patrol shifts of four, and have them switch out every eight hours. If anyone so much as sees a leaf blow past them suspiciously, I want the facility prepared for ground zero." Meraal hoped that the battle for their home world would only last two rotations of the guard. Meraal imagined that the poor lads guarding this facility would be on high alert. We can't even trust our fellow Mandalorians for this one, as some of our own clans are providing active combat support for the Dominion.

If Meraal met them, they would die for their betrayal.

The generator control room and the second entrance were the only two positions left to fortify. "Clan Xixoer, get the rest of your clan in position to defend the facility's other entrance. Do whatever you can to fortify that post. Fuse the doors together at the seams, set up mines on the landing pad, set up turrets. Make it hell for any potential guests." Meraal finally shut down the display of the facility which had been occupying his HUD, and took a long look around the control room.

It did not take Meraal long to realize that trying to defend the control room would be a soldier's worst nightmare. Control consoles were the only fortifications which soldiers could use for cover, and the generator charging mechanism in the back of the room would be completely useless in a firefight. The commandos would have to hope that the other defensive positions held strong. "If any clan leaders have remaining turrets, get two set up in the center of the control consoles. From that position, gunners will have the best cover and lines of fire. If you get pushed off of the outer defensive lines, do not let those turrets fall. Good hunting."

Meraal drew his ancient DC-17M and reported to Jaig. It was finally time for them to go on the offensive.

 

[Gharis Vevut]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: Death Watch and Co, [member="Meraal Vaun"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Fix the Satellite Array

Gharis scrounged through the storage closet, looking for an console port adapter. He kicked an old radio backpack out of the way as he tried to wade through the junk and along with the clang of metal he expected he heard a startled "Oh!" and two glowing yellow orbs flashed on suddenly out of the dark.

"Pardon me sir, I am S-0N8, human cyborg relations. How might I be of service to you."

"You can start by shutting off your kiffing vocabulator." He grumbled as the protocol droid shuffled past him out into the command room. He continued to look around the closet while the droid ignored him and continued to chatter on.

"But communication is my primary function Sir. I am programmed in over 14,000 unique languages and 6.3 million verbal dialects. I say, this room has come into such a state of disrepair since I was last activated! That little V4 droid has probably been shirking his cleaning duties once again. My, you're rather quiet for a sentient. Mandalorians are always on some kind of mission, they never make time for conversation."

Gharis tuned the protocol droid out and eventually found a converter that would plug into the computer socket and complete the wire circuit. He walked past the droid, still ignoring it as it tried to speak to him, and connected the wire he'd ran from the roof into the computer. He dashed over to the diagnostics screen, and ran a systems check again with bated breath. Sure enough, they received a weak ping from the stations.

Gharis let out a whoop of celebration and pumped his fist at the success. He returned to the console to see what could be done with the stations remotely. As he did this, Jaig commed him asking for a status update.

"I've got a weak signal to the orbital stations. Not sure what I can do with them yet, I'll group up with the rest of you when I'm finished. Vevut out." It didn't take him long to realize there wasn't much he could do from the terminal. The stations simply weren't meant to be controlled from here. He could relay a signal out, but the terminal didn't have any programs to issue orders, it could only report on their status. Meanwhile the protocol droid was still chattering away to himself behind him.

"..Joints are aching terribly, what did I ever do to deserve this! That V4 is probably off on a frigate somewhere while I'm left here to rust, that self-serving little parasite."

"Ne'johaa!" Gharis commanded. The droid finally stopped talking and turned to look at him. It was then that Gharis had an idea. Maybe he couldn't control the stations from the terminal, but the protocol droid could interface directly with the stations onboard computers. It was ingenious, even if he did say so himself. Though trusting Death Watch military operations to a protocol droid wasn't his favorite plan, it just might work.

"You want to assist me? Here, plug in." He slapped the bucket of bolts on his silver back, pushing him towards the console. "You're gonna talk to the defense grid for me."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Serenno -> Concord Dawn
Objective: Engage the enemy army on Concord Dawn
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Deathwatch/Sith Ascendancy [member="Vengeance"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Corso"]
Music: The Confronted Ones (FFTA2)

"The enemy is on the move, milady: their main targets are rumored to be Concord Dawn and Mandalore, deploying armies to support rebel elements on both planets" the intelligence officer told Jessica. "All things went to feth in that sector because of this rebellion"

"Even though it's entirely possible the Mandalore campaign may mean the end of the Dominion as we know it, we will not go down without a fight: today, we fight against these interlopers!"

"Do you have a plan here?" a tank squadron commander asked Jessica.

"At this point we can only establish a beachhead but we cannot land too close to the Munin homestead: that would be suicidal. Even so it is best not to commit too many units at once. On the initial charge, we have one division, which should prove enough to fight the enemy vanguard on the surface. Speaking of which we have to land some distance away from the enemy army, too. We can't leave our own landing craft unprotected, unescorted either"

Another day, another fight vs. the Sith. But here she expected more, much more, out of the Mandalorians in terms of protocol than she ever would a Sith faction. Only Jessica's and Julie's relationship to the then-Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order allowed Jessica to hold that temporary command of that unit called Outsider Command, which included a wide swath of foreigner troops under SJ command; even so, it was a command held for just one purpose, for just one engagement. Today would mark the first sortie of Jessica as the commanding officer of the Dominion Second Sector Army. She could no more afford to commit her forces at full strength, no more than Tetrus (to whom Yula was attached) could afford to leave Vjun exposed. Today we will see if all that equipment commissioned since the Rift campaign would be worth the price the Dominion paid for those: these were made specifically for those sorts of enemies. Those who actually have functional protocols. The Resurgent Empire does not deploy anything other than line infantry although there are rumors that this enemy may actually have vehicles to oppose us, she thought, while the Empyrean was in orbit, forming up with the rest of the convoy.

"All units, set course for Concord Dawn"

On Jessica's command, the entire convoy and its escorts made the jump to lightspeed and made haste towards Concord Dawn; here perhaps the enemy that lied in wait on Concord Dawn would actually prove to be a problem to her. And perhaps a different kind of engagement vs. what she had to deal with on Irn during the Chiloon Rift campaign. She secretly hoped that the enemy would actually pose more of a challenge than what the Resurgent Empire had on Dromund Kaas, or otherwise different.

Spoiler: Ships

Capital ships:

Empyrean (Empyrean-class assault ship)
Quadranium (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
Gumbo (Lothal-class artillery cruiser)

Attack craft:

72 Chiloon fighter-bombers

Spoiler: Troop composition

Ground vehicles:

90 Hwacha MLRS
144 Irnfall main battle tanks

Infantry:

Tango APCs (5 for 100 men)

6200 Dominion troopers
Gear:

• Zevronce Peacekeeper Armor
• RX-329 Blaster Rifle
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)
• V-1 thermal detonators (3 per trooper)

400 Dominion snipers
Gear:

• Zevronce Peacekeeper Armor
• Snips Sniper Blaster
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)

8x Dominion heavy weapons companies (900 men)

• Zevronce peacekeeper armor (armor)
• Assasin Sidearm (sidearm)
• 50 Jairdain Heavy Mortars
• 250 MiniMag PTL missile launchers (missile troopers)
• 125 Korriban heavy machineguns

 

[Anya Malvern]

Location:Exiting Hyperspace at Concord Dawn
Objective: Assist Death Watch
Allies: Death Watch, TSA, [member="Vengeance"] [member="Lok Munin"]
Enemies:Anyone not an Ally

She had stayed by her master, she watched everything revert, was she nervous? Part of her was, part of her feared dying and being forgotten...part of her hqoevee was ready for this, to be able to show her master she was qortbu once more she could take the life of whoever was in front of her. Cut them down like lambs


She got out of her daze seeing him turn and turned following him as she stayed silent, she mentally prepped for this...she was ready to go and she looked at the drop shop crammed with people, she entered it along side him as she stood confidently looking forward, she then spoke to him

May I ask our objective my master? I'm curious at to what makes this place such a importance

She said casting a look to him with a quiet tone, she wanted to keep her tone around him light as she wish to not show disrespect

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Why was it old men had to send young men to die?​

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Location: Hyperspace
Allies: Cousin [member="Ronan Vizsla"]
Enemies: [member="Drox Fuga"]
Fleet: 5340 Meters, give or take. Will list when I arrive.

Rach, the Old Fang had given his help on his own already to the Death Watch. He'd been a member of the Organization ever since Clan Spar wrestled control of it from that blasted Gen'dai freak and given it a purpose. Death Watch had grown, and had become something special. A shield for the Mando'ade across the galaxy to protect their culture from extinction, rather than a hardcore, militant extremist group. Alright, in honesty they had still been rather extreme and the Old Fang had joined them because he had seen his Alor become a fanatic; become a Sith Lord, raise an army of Dark Jedi, and order the deaths of the innocents they encountered. And he had seen his brothers and sisters scream out with joy at the chance to do so. That was when he had decided never again and took steps to ensure he could oppose such a thing if it every happened again.

Behind him, the Beastlord known as Sklor clacked his finger to his bone covered helmet with impatience. "When will we arrive Likar'kalyr."

"Whenever we bloody well make it there kid. Get off my bridge if you don't like waiting in silence." The Old Fang grimmaced, not bothering to look back at the monster that posed behind him, seven feet of sinew and power, covered with bloody runes and bearing scalps from a dozen different species. Sklor was the epitome of what his master had made in desparation and madness; a cannibal with such a twisted view of the Resol'nare that they could hardly be called Mandalorians anymore. And he lead a cult of them.

Nonetheless, when Rach had been scrambling for allies and support without his Alor's support or knowledge, there were few he could turn to within the Clan that wouldn't inform the Prince-Consort of his brazen involvement. Sklor could keep quiet, even if only so he could devour the minions of the Dominion without fear of interjection. Likely at the end of this, Rach would have a lot to answer for, but this was Manda'yaim. This was still his home even if it wasn't the Clan's home anymore.

"Then I shall see to my brethren and ensure they are ready to make for the planet. Fort Monroe will be our stronghold and the armies of Wayland will answer my call." Thousands had died around Fort Monroe, thousands of the restless dead that would answer the call from the beastlord, just as much of the fauna might should they call out to their feral kin. Things, horrible things lived on Wayland. Few of them were creatures one wanted to be noticed by. None of them were beasts one wished to upset.

"All vessels. Assume Kry'tsad colors and IFF's."

The lithe woman that was always found in Rach's shadow smiled. "Really, not planning on waving a Jai'galaar flag on the hull?"

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Location: Mandalore - On The Warpath
Objective: Find The Shield
Allies: The Dominion(?)
Enemies: The Mandalorians - [member="Jaig Vizsla"]

Equipment: Sith Sword │ Armor │ Side Arm

The Crusade Began.

As the first panels of the World Guardian Shield began to take their places amongst the heavens, The Slave simply watched. A Tower of Babylon made of misguided hopes and dreams, a security blanket for a planet of children. It would not save them, nor would it allow them the tactical advantage they sought; it was no more a protective feature than it was a call to the major population cities that crisis was in full swing.

True, the Mandalorians were amongst the most chauvinistic of the galaxies people, but they were not one to forget the sins Death Watch carried on her back. Her people hadn’t forgot the righteous destruction they wrought on the people of Keldabe before; dropping an unholy superweapon and decimating millions. If the people had forgot, the land hadn’t, and nothing grew nor flourished where their judgement was executed.

From Deathwatch's notable assassination of Strider Garon, to the wonton murder they comitted in the name of their broken ideology. They held the wrong name, the wrong ideas, and the wrong reputation to take Mandalore in this name. They were as much the enemy of true mandalorians as The Primeval once was.

Just how far could they drown in the irony?

While many rose to meet the call Death Watch hoped for, so too were they met with righteous indifference that gave the people a civil war amongst brother and sister. Between the sovereign and free, and the passionately moral; Death Watch was as equally vilified for her actions as it was graced a hero for their foundational goals. Cities broke out in outright destructive violence, some in favor of The Dominion and her obvious efforts to help rebuild the war torn planet, while other resisted in every fashion they could; demanding the freedom they sought for centuries.

Nobody free of sin as the blood of their family fell heavy on the hands of father and son.

Still, The Slave had a goal in mind, and as the shield they assumed was their salvation powered up so too was it a beacon for where they had found a foothold. An idle communications through his heads up link told him of the location, and with it the a series of ships pushed their throttles forward towards the sky; a flock of LightStealth-18 Reconnaissance ships that hid them even as they travelled.

Once in sight however, they would have little chance to stop them from firing. Each was slightly modified to hold a series of foldable speeder bikes, creating a lightning fast deployment and strike team that would reign down unholy terror on whoever they crossed paths with. It was only the beginning of a soon to come war if the plan The Slave had didn’t come to fruition.

He’d end this before it began.

Not with a sword, nor a gun; but something far more dangerous.

And so his troop moved towards Jaig Vizsla; a pending nightmare for the mandalorian terrorist.