The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Concord Dawn - Northern Hemisphere
Allies: DW/Mandos @Mesh'all Dral, [member="Lok Munin"].
Enemies: Dominion
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"That is not good news. We must make sure the residents know and the women who are with the children are ready to defend them. We are still rebuilding and cannot lose them."

In his own prideful way it was Aden's way of saying he wanted to see his son kept safe. His honor would not allow him to seem selfish and outright say it, but he was thinking it. Aside from that statement he was quiet. Mesh'la could do the talking as his was her step-brother. Aden didn't pretend to know him well, in fact this was their first meeting. Aden knew his place in whatever was about to happen, and that was in a perch ready to snipe as many enemy targets that he could.

Their new home had to be defended. Aden had given up much to build his life on Concord Dawn. There was still a desire to travel, but keeping the land which was the traditional homestead of his clan was an honor. He knew the clan would need to be rebuilt, and while he would not assume anything, if it came to it Aden was ready to bear that responsibility on his shoulders. Aden and Mesh'la knew what duty demanded. It was their hearts that needed mending. Today was certain to help.

His hand went to Mesh'la's shoulder. He wished their helmets were on so he could speak to her privately. His hand would have to be enough to ensure her that he was fighting for her and their son above all else. Would his be enough to hear Mesh'la return the riduurok and make them one in promise once again. If they survived Aden hoped it would make them one again, in every way.

He looked to Lok.

"Lead the way."

 

[Sierce Alderech]

Sierce had to admire the Dominion's 'holy people' and their solidarity. As he unpacked his instrument, he gave a little chuckle, observing their preparations for battle. He was quite interested in seeing whether or not their prayers would actually bare fruit, if their 'God' was really listening. For their sake, he hoped they did.

Giving his violin a quick tune, he waited a beat, counting the rhythm in his head. Bow drawing against string, a clear sound broke through the tension, a melody rising up above the soft mumble of prayers. Continuing to follow Lunarius, a slight skip in his step, the only way his comparatively tiny legs could keep up with the Goliath, he observed as he played, watching with keen interest as the others readied for battle.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Final Approach, Concord Dawn
Allies: Death Watch, Mandalorian Insurgency
Enemies: The Dominion, Dominion Allies
Objective: Establish Credentials


"No gorram it, for the last time I'm not with the fething Dominion!" Corso growled into the comm channel, "Listen, just contact my employers! That's D-A-R-K-"

An explosion violently rocked the sturdy escort freighter. That had felt more like an opening salvo then a warning shot, apparently the Mandalorian reputation was well deserved.

"Hold your fire!" Desmond shouted, suddenly very conscious that maybe swearing at the legendary warrior race hadn't been the best strategy, "Dead Reckoning powering down weapons systems and matching speed, provide landing coordinates for inspection."

Hoping it was not too late to take the less deadly course, the mercenary wished not for the first time since arriving in the Concord Dawn system that he hadn't ultimately decided to cut the Dug brothers out of the take. The VCX-820 was a well armed ship for her size, but only if she had enough crew to gun her. Corso didn't possess much in the way of friends or even steady crewmates (besides BB-5), just occasional business partners. Four of these associates were the aforementioned Dugs, all siblings apparently, that he occasionally hired on as gunners for jobs he expected to come with additional risk. This one certainly qualified, but hiring on more crew meant splitting the earnings, in this case five ways.

Even if Corso was selfless enough to give up those kind of credits, chances were good the Dug brothers would try to cut him out permanently for his share if he told them just half the real figure.

And so now here he was, about to be blown out of the sky by the same trigger happy Mandalorians he was hired to defend, all for a payout he would now never see.

But the killing blow never came, as the Mando patrol craft fell into formation on either side of him, seemingly ready to guide his descent and most likely equally prepared to eviscerate him if the freighter even twitched in a way they didn't like. Apparently these proud warriors liked to do their executing up close and personal. That suited the Captain, as he liked his chances face to face a lot better than his chances at the present moment. The coordinates they had provided ended up leading to a smaller military landing pad a few kilometers outside the capital. As the Dead Reckoning shuddered to a halt, Desmond glanced down at the sidearms strapped to his waist and thought for a long time about his options.

Finally electing not to show weakness, he kept the twin VT Bolt Blasters holstered but with the safeties on. Normally loathe to part with the familiarity and reliability of his antique slugthrowers, the freelancer had been forced to accept that facing down a possible invading army was one of the few occasions where just a little more firepower was necessary. Taking a deep breath, he punched the switch that would lower the loading ramp. As he made his way out of the cockpit and towards the freighter exterior beyond, he was met halfway by a small team of iconically garbed Mandalorian soldiers.

Keeping his hands visible and a non threatening posture, he struggled not to visibly brace himself to be riddled with bolts.

"Desmond Corso?" one of them asked, "We've been expecting you."

The mercenary let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, and started laughing, "I'm sure glad you said that just now. For a second there I thought we were gonna have to kill each other."

The Mandalorians stared at him for a long moment, and then they too laughed. Not because they thought it a particularly funny joke, but because they had seen from the look in his eyes that Corso had meant it.

"Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it," their leader said, and reached out a gauntleted hand.

He took it.

Spoiler

Truth, Honor, Vision

 

[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

Transports rushed through the air with an extreme velocity, each holding a squad of Primeval warriors dead set on pulling blood from their enemies. Many made prayers to Balagoth, others to Sargon, but all of them were hungry for combat. Their squadron numbered massive, but while they were prepped for war; The Slave had something else in mind.

He hummed softly as he reloaded his sidearm, helmet at his side. Many of the ships were bustling with noise and activity, yet the ones that sat with the enigma known as The Slave simply stayed still, lips pursed, eyes forward. They were afraid of him, no matter the resurrection they though possibly by their gods. To them, he was the Grim Reaper; and with reason.

“ETA: 2 Minutes!”, a rough voice offered them over the comms.

The Slave responded by holstering his side arm and donning his helmet. In a fluid motion, he mounted the folded speeder bike and watched as the rear doors of the ships opened. All of them knew the plan, to ditch the ships and go on ground while providing a second distraction and strafing passes from above. Defenses that appeared were to be surrounded and destroyed by lances and weaponry as fast as possible.

Didn’t matter to him however; while he developed the plan he had no need to follow it. His armor offered a cloaking device for the nearby area, allowing him to ride at high speeds without being able to be seen in almost any capacity. That with the force would allow him to hold the dust and reset it, effectively stopping even a trail from forming behind him.

He’d thought it out a million times by now. The doors of the base would be blown wide open, and while Mandalorians rushed out to meet the Primeval Invaders, he’d move past them to find the leadership. There was something he had to speak of, and if it failed; then he’d simply cut them down where they stood. There was nothing to happen between that.

A sigh left his lips; met only by the same voice as before.

“ETA: 1 Minute! Prepare to drop!”

The speeder bike roared to life as he ignited the miniature ion engine in it. In only a few moments, the beginning of the siege would begin, and him in the midst of it. Only if he could enjoy it.

A shame, really.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

KELDABE​

Few things in life are as terrifying as an angry Herglic, except an angry Herglic in beskar power armor wielding a giant arc cannon. Naturally, these were precisely the type of employees Darkwater Security fielded.

"Polite behemoths?" The Keldabe mayor had asked. "I'll take a dozen."

And a dozen he had received.

Currently, five of these titanic cetaceans stood guard around the Darkwater Security local office in Keldabe. Mobius, CEO of Darkwater Security, stood among them, wielding a massive arc cannon and garbed appropriately in his own suit of power armor.

He watched with vague interest, helmet off, smoking a pipe as the skies turned red and black with fire and smoke.

 

[TB-705]

SPACE, MANDALORE

An unmarked, unarmed frigate slipped out of hyperspace, barely noticeable in the vast chaos of the battle. Sensor scans of the vessel would reveal no class type, nor any known manufacturer. As far as any records went, this frigate did not officially exist.

Two shuttles and one personal transport deployed from the hangar of the frigate. Each had shields powered to full, but their weapons were cold. All three pinged Dominion IFFs.

The three small craft made a beeline for the Sionoma-class destroyer.

Inside the transport, a Cathar stood in the cockpit, arms crossed. He wore an exosuit that looked as if it had seen some action. His umber mane was braided and threaded with gold bands. Thengil Ri'Shajirr opened his scarred muzzle, tongue curling out, and yawned.

The Togorian in the pilot's seat muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum."

[member="Darth Morzas"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Darth Morzas"],

"Alright, I had enough waiting."

HK quipped to his Greycloak companions,

"It looks like the Dominion are starting to land their troops and the Mandos are activating one of their world-protector shields."

"Surprisingly it survived the Cataclysm."

"Or they brought a new one just in time. Either way, this is the distraction we will need, I also received reports in encrypted ping that some of our other Lords are moving towards Wayland where a stray Dominion fleet was spotted."

"Which ship do you want us to take."

HK motioned over across the vast black space towards the Venator Morza brought with her,

"That one, the relic."

"It will definitely suit our theme of digging up old garbage and throwing it in organics' faces."

"Cut the chatter."

HK snapped to the Greycloak pilot, moving back towards the makeshift armory they had aboard the transport to prepare for deployment,

"And bring us in closer to its aft section!"

"Aye-aye."


And so, an invisible cloaked silhouette of the Knight of Eclipse sailed across the stars towards Rift, tumbling slightly in a roll as it stopped with its airlock hatch parallel to the hull of the Venator. The airlock opened briefly as several beings wrapped in chameleon cloaks propelled themselves from within, touching down on the hull of Venator.

Few seconds later one of its outer vent covers was thrown into space as the droid team slipped beneath its hull from the rear of the ship.

 

[Jhiaga Shiwr]

Location: Concord Dawn

Objective: Regroup and defend

Allies: Death Watch and its allies

Ennemies: Dominion and its allies


Jhiaga tightened her grip onto her rifle as she gave her helmet a slight bump. The systems were malfunctioning, and she was having a hard time figuring out directions. The whole situation was crazy; she was a bounty hunter used to dispatch targets effectively. Having so much factors on a battlefield was confusing, chaotic. The exact opposite of the rigid, clear view she had of things. Looking around with uncertainty, she finally heard enough to understand one thing; they had to hold up the defenses and get the invading forces the frak off of the place. But this whole place was a death trap, and she considered the situation in a cold, calculative manner; she would need to regroup with the others, instead of trying to play hero and take on several Dominion lapdogs alone. "Tactical assesment, I guess", she groaned as she slung the rifle onto her back and took her pair of blaster pistols in her hands, using her jetpack to elevate herself slightly and get a better view. Then, she saw was she was looking for; a small group of Mando'ade near a freshly-landed freighter. Dropping down to the ground, she ran in the direction of the sight. "Finally a friendly helmet!" she huffed as she arrived near [member="Corso"] and the other Mandalorians around him.

 

[Ultimatum]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: [member="WD-334"], [member="Rach Vizla"] ?, [member="Ronan Vizsla"] ?
Enemies: [member="Drox Fuga"]
Objective: How to Steal a Battleship (And not die in the process)


It was not often that Ultimatum would have considered himself hasty, though the truth of the statement was not his to determine, nonetheless now was one of those points. He would have liked to say that there were times when his memory failed and that he simply found himself in a place with no previous memory of how he gotten there. There was no way he could make that claim though, his memory was ear perfect with every memory being saved to a temporary file within his system for review and deletion or permanent saving. Yet Ultimatum decided not to at this point focus on the entirety of the history behind his current position. Instead, he simply reminded himself that he had been sent on this mission for his superior, or more correctly his superior equal, [member="HK-36"] for the purpose of obtaining a craft for the Metal Lords.

From where the Sovereignty currently resided, on the edge of the system with its stealth generators online and engines at minimum, the target of their theft was in sight. The PLS Anaxes, a Centurion Battlecruiser. It seemed that the ship was based on a far older design, as with the Hammerhead cruisers that surrounded it. Ultimatum was proud to know that he was using a renovated original Hammerhead rather than a later knockoff. Nonetheless, he looked forward to alleviating the current owner of the craft. After all, every ship that he managed to get hold of Ultimatum could them look through and learn how to make his own creations more perfect for their roles.

The droid commander opened a comm line to his one true ally in this fight, the heavy assault droid WD. "Three-thirty-four, we are almost ready to deploy. You ready for insertion?" Ultimatum had prepared several boarding parties with WD being the leader while Ultimatum coordinated the small space force he had brought together. The mission was simple, focus entirely on stealing the battleship, thus all of the vessel Ultimatum had brought with him, excepting the Sovereignty, were intended to hold off the rest of the fleet in order to give the boarding parties time to capture the vessel and escape.

Ultimatum's forces:

Spoiler

Space:
Sovereignty
4 Tome'tayl
3 A'den
10 Squadrons Awe Fighters
10 Squadrons T-32 Valkyrie

Boarding:
WD's choice of units armed with anything he adds along with the following
Entropy Rifles
Destroyers
Conflagrations

 

[Jastor Husk]

LOCATION: Hyperspace
OBJECTIVE: Assist the Mandalorians in defeating the Dominion
ALLIES: Death Watch | Sith Ascendency | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Tari Prule"]
ENEMIES: The Dominion | Enemies of the Empire

Husk was deeply invested in the hologram being emitted before him, specifically in one region of Imperial space. Before deploying aboard the Imperial Moff Council Fleet, he had just approved an anti-insurgency campaign in Empire controlled worlds of the Bothan sector. After the silencing of the Imperial knights on Krant, resistance activity had a strong resurgence since its original occupation. It was in safe hands of the 55th, 3rd, and 189th Legions, but there was still a high risk factor deploying such a large force into domestic territory. Such focus on the holomap caught Husk off guard when the Grand Moff asked his question on the preparedness of his men.

"I can assure you, Grand Moff, my men are always ready to fight those who seek the demise of allies of the Imperial cause, regardless of their identity or banner." Husk swiveled his head towards the Grand Moff, "The real question, is whether your fleet can open a widening long enough for my invasion force to successfully land on the surface. Our intelligence has been spotty at best, with the Dominion's authority expanding into this region. We know little to nothing about what forces are already in orbit of Concord Dawn, and what allegiances they hold." Husk gave Graf a stare that was less than welcoming, "Unless of course, your own intelligence has somehow surpassed the army's."

Awaiting the Moff's response, Husk's thoughts contemplated the situation. He thought the Mandalorians savages, unfit to hold authority over an uninhabitable rock streaking through the stretches of the Tingel Arm, but he respected their codes and honor, which was more than he could say for the Dominion. Husk despised the Dominion, their frail imitation of the Republic already stunk of political instability and ineffectual leadership, Husk would rather see the Mandalorians control this region than let the poor excuse of a government that was the Dominion spoil these cultural laden lands.

 

[Aleksander Miles]

Location: Exiting hyperspace near Mandalore.
Allies: [member="The Librarian"] Mandalorians and allies.
Enemies: [member="Fleet Admiral Harris"] and Dominion
Objective: Reinforce airspace
(Fleet will be in spoiler at end of post)

Aleksander Miles sat on the bridge of his fathers Alor-class dreadnaught it had regrouped with the rest of the fleet outside of the system where he had been instructed to wait for a short time afterward before jumping into the system. He had done so and now the full force that his father could bring to bare was being brought down upon the head of the Dominion as they seemed to be fully engaged already. Across the system sensors would go off on every ship ally and enemy alike as a fleet of massive proportions dropped out of hyperspace and started to slowly move forward as one grouped up blob ships ranging from every group that had claimed power over the years his father had spent as a pirate. Seeing some ships trying to race to the ground indicating that the World Guardian Shield would be up shortly he pointed towards the assault ships as they descended into the planets atmosphere. "Have all long range weaponary target those ships first the rest of the fleet is the move forward and engage the enemy in no less than three ships to one groupings. Also I want our fighters to launch and swarm over theirs leaving no chance for them to stop our bombers or gunships from getting planet side. Once they have reached the planet they are to report to my father for farther orders." Alek watched as fighters swarmed away from the carrier line that sat in the middle of his fleet the flanking line of four duranium coated ships breaking away to circle around the enemy a bit. Star Destroyers would surge forward as the Werda Kyr'am sat in the forefront of the charge shields up and weapons powered up. Activating a system wide communication channel Alek calmly sent out one very brief and undeniable statement. "TO ALL DOMINION FORCES YOU ARE OUTMATCHED TAKE THIS TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOUR FAMILIES FOR I SWEAR IF YOU TURN YOUR SHIP AWAY FROM THE COMBAT RIGHT NOW EVERYONE ON THEM WILL BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE SAFELY IF YOU REMAIN YOU WILL BE NOTHING BUT CORPSES FLOATING IN SPACE! This is Mandalore scared home of my people and I will show no mercy to those who dare attempt to take it from us." On the bridge of his flagship the young man's eyes darkened violently to a shade of dull silver occasionally flashes within them as he strode forward watching as his fleet started to move into range of the enemy. No one could have been prepared for this no one really knew what his father was capable of doing and it would be the undoing of many lives this day.


Adenn Akaan'ade

Spoiler

(Not fully formed yet like the Dragon Reaper will do that later)
Werde Kyr'am
3x Warhammer-class Star Destroyers
2x Impregnable-class Heavy Cruisers
3x Starhammer-class Cruiser
3x Katana-class Corvette
2x Praetorin-class Corvette
3x Aurora-class Siege Destroyers
4x IFW Procursator-class Star Destroyers
3x IFW Victory-class star destroyers
3x Ton Falk-class Escort carriers
4x Striker-class Escort Frigates
3x IFW Assassin-class Heavy Escorts
2x Skria-class Heavy Cruiser
1x Concordia-class Dreadnought
3x Nynir-class Heavy Frigates
2x Haran'uliik-class Light Frigate
3x Jahaatir-class Electronic Warfare Frigate

 

[Leora]

Mandalore, Aboard The Lambent Shadow

Ignus noted the presence of a former confidant, one that he hadn't seen in some time. Additionally, he was made aware by communications relay, of the presence of numerous cloaked vessel in the system. That wasn't really for him to handle, however. That duty belonged to the Admiral. For the moment, however, he did have need of doing some communication, and so he reached out through the Force to the ship he felt [member="The Librarian"] aboard, and an illusory version of himself would appear very near to where the man was situated. At first he just looked around, taking in his surroundings, and then he turned his attention upon the other man. The one with the terribly large, cloaked ship.

"Nice to see you again, Solan," he said, the illusory version of him clasping hands behind his back. "For the record the fleet you see that isn't Dominion is the Ascendancy's. We have an alliance with the Mandalorians. We've come to blow up some Dominion forces."

He turned his gaze outward and frowned.

"A wise commander knows when to withdraw. This Dominion fool is not a wise commander. Now, I'd love to stay and chat, but I think my services are needed at the moment. We can catch up some other time."

And with that, his illusory self blinked out of existence. Instead, in front of the two Revelation-class Destroyers at the head of the Ascendancy fleet, two large hulks of ships would seemingly appear out of cloak. The incoming fire from the Dominion fleet would be somewhat eaten up. This was illusion of course. The two ships he created were not real, but castings of his mind using an obscure part of illusion magic that could make illusions real enough to take some damage. With the use of his sphere it wasn't all that difficult to do this. Naga Sadow had done much more in his time. The two hulks would absorb some of the attack of the Dominion fleet, but not all of it. The Admiral would have to deal with the rest. But first he sent the man a mental communique about the fleet Solan had brought...

Mandalore, Aboard the Armistice

"Sir the MIG is reporting a series of cloaked vessels in the system, including one extremely large one with that fleet that hailed us and the Dominion," the captain said.

"Acquire targeting solutions. Tell the MIG to transmit continuous feeds of their movements as best it can."

"Yes, sir."

The admiral watched as the enemy fleet began to fire its guns at them. The destroyers were built to withstand a beating, but it would hurt while they were still moving in. That was, until, two ships suddenly appeared in front of them, moving along with them as they approached the enemy fleet. He blinked, because he was certain these weren't their ships, but then he realized this must have been something done by Lord Ignus. Regardless, he was amazed as the two ships began absorbing some of the fire that was being directed at the destroyers. It made it a lot easier for his ships shields to mop up much of the rest for the moment, though he ground his teeth in a bit of frustration.

"Sir, the other fleet?"

"Yes, the other fleet. We should hail-" he paused as he received a mental message from Ignus. "I've just been informed they are allies. Continue forward. Do we have targeting solutions on the Dominion's cloaked vessels?"

"Nearly accurately, sir. Based on their movements and positioning data we've received from the MIG."

"I want the Armistice, Riptide, Whippoorwill and Sabercat to fire all small guns on their positions. Allow a little bit of spread to ensure we hit them. The rest of our guns should be fired on the enemy command ship, and have the Longshot and Hyperion fire their long range guns on the same."

"Relayed. Firing."

The numerous guns aboard the four ships mentioned, including missile batteries, opened fire on the cloaked vessels of the Dominion. He imagined they would be surprised that they could be targeted while in cloak, but thanks to the technology aboard the MIG, their presence was detected and their movements could be somewhat tracked to give them an ideal area to fire upon. That being the case, they wouldn't survive long against the onslaught of the vessels now firing upon them. Of that he was certain. That said, while the long range weapons aboard the Retributions could do considerable damage to the Punishment, the weapons aboard the front ships of the Ascendancy vessels were diminished as they reached their target. However, based on standard turbolaser technology, they still had enough potency to begin eating at shields. In addition, while the HARPER's were harder to aim at their current range, they were just as effective if they hit home.

"Have the fighters maintain their current position in our wake to shield them until we engage close quarters. Continue pushing forward. We will be in range to strike them with full force shortly."

"Sir, another fleet just exited hyperspace behind us, and another behind them! One identifies as Dominion, the other seems to be attacking it!"

"Let them fight. Our focus is that fleet near the planet. It must be destroyed as their commander is clearly a fool for remaining while severely outnumbered."

Ascendancy Second Fleet

Spoiler

Revelation-class Star Destroyer ANV Armistice [Shields: 80%, Firing PDL's on Cloaked Vessels, Big guns focused on Punishment]
Revelation-class Star Destroyer ANV Riptide [Shields: 85%, Firing PDL's on Cloaked Vessels, Big guns focused on Punishment]
Reformation-class Dreadnought The Lambent Shadow [Shields: 100% as placement behind the destroyers shields it]
Reclamation-class Cruiser ANV Thunder Cloud [Shields: 100% as placement behind the destroyers shields it]
Reclamation-class Cruiser ANV Nightingale [Shields: 100% as placement behind the destroyers shields it]
Retribution-class Frigate ANV Longshot [Shields: 100%, all guns firing on the Punishment]
Retribution-class Frigate ANV Hyperion [Shields: 100%, all guns firing on the Punishment]
Revocation-class Frigate ANV Whippoorwill [Shields: 100%, OPDL's focused on cloaked vessels, all capital weapons firing on the Punishment]
Revocation-class Frigate ANV Sabercat [Shields: 100%, OPDL's focused on cloaked vessels, all capital weapons firing on the Punishment]
Receptor-class Corvette ANV Dart [Shields 100%]
Receptor-class Corvette ANV Rush [Shields 100%]

Fighters:
From the Thunder Cloud: 60 Radial Drone Fighters
From the Nightingale: 60 Radial Drone Fighters
From the Armistice: 24 Fury-class Starfighters
From the Riptide: 24 Fury-class Starfighters
From the Lambent Shadow: 24 Radial Drone Fighters

[member="Aleksander Miles"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Darth Morzas"] | [member="Fleet Admiral Harris"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]

 

[Klesta]

Location: Retreating from Mandalore
Allies: Dominion [member="Lunarius Admonis"] [member="Kalius Aegrus"] [member="Fleet Admiral Harris"]
Enemies: [member="Ignus"] [member="The Librarian"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Jagen Wren"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Objective: Retreat
Music: Run! (FF2)

"TO ALL DOMINION FORCES YOU ARE OUTMATCHED TAKE THIS TIME TO THINK ABOUT YOUR FAMILIES FOR I SWEAR IF YOU TURN YOUR SHIP AWAY FROM THE COMBAT RIGHT NOW EVERYONE ON THEM WILL BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE SAFELY IF YOU REMAIN YOU WILL BE NOTHING BUT CORPSES FLOATING IN SPACE! This is Mandalore scared home of my people and I will show no mercy to those who dare attempt to take it from us."

"Lord Morzas, we are so heavily outgunned we cannot possibly win here! All units, retreat! Get out of this sector!" Tetrus ordered to all units in the 13th Fleet.

"Admiral, the Rift: it is lost! An enemy seems to have taken control of the ship: our fighters will have to jump to hyperspace on their own" the sensor technician reported.

"We can only make it as far as the neighboring sector: back to Vjun we go"

"All units, set a course for Vjun and jump to hyperspace!" Tetrus ordered to the rest of the fleet.

Understandably, the Ascendancy's fleet focused their fire on the Punishment, but, given their short-range nature, only their mass drivers could actually register that much damage on its shields. However, some shots did hit the Rift due to the enemy's strange positioning, which caused some mass driver shots to hit on the Rift in a cone centered on the tube. But their involvement was over as soon as it began: it appears that the rest of the galaxy massed their fleets, their armies on Mandalore against the Dominion. Better live to fight another than to die in a fruitless expedition, she thought, while laying in coordinates for Vjun. Aside from the First Order or the Galactic Alliance at least: these two factions, as far as Yula knew, were at war against each other and couldn't care less about Mandalore. Because the Rift was swiftly captured by the enemy, it was the only unit of the 13th Fleet not to actually jump to hyperspace when everyone else makes the jump to Vjun. Not that it was cowardice on Yula's part, or Tetrus' part, just that it was better not to waste resources so recklessly. They hoped there was not going to be any interdictors on their way to Vjun... by now, the remainder of the 13th Fleet has left the system.

Spoiler: 13th Fleet

Capital ships:

Punishment (Sionoma-class elite destroyer) Shields: 40% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Rift (Venator-class carrier) Shields: 90% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A Captured
Vonium (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Tricestium (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Kitsch (Lothal-class artillery cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Iowa (Lothal-class artillery cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Duquesne (Duquesne-class heavy frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Necessity (Duquesne-class heavy frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Capacitor (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Fuel Cell (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Ketch (Mustafar-class monitor corvette) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

Attack craft:

10 Yutan stealth fighter-bombers
336 Chiloon fighter-bombers

Spoiler: Summary of actions

Retreated from Mandalore

 

[null3]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: The Dominion
Enemies: Death Watch, Ignus

Fleet Admiral Harris smiled as the enemy fleet a tempted to regroup and retreat, the interdictors star destroyer turned on their gravity wells to stop the fleet of [member="Ignus"] from going to hyperspace. The ships surrounded the enemy fleet and began squeezing in the forces while continuing to open fire, turbolasers fired from the 20+ capital ships as missiles flew towords the enemy.
Harris and his fleet were breaking through the shields of the hostile ships.
"Commander wilhelm, alert Commander Westin to begin deploying his clone battalion along with AT-AHT's to the surface of mandalore."
"Yes Sir!"
Admiral Harris faced away from the holotable and the picture of his lower officer faded to darkness. Two of the acclamators broke off from the fleet as 3 more venator and a star destroyer jumped in and hailed the admiral. He turned back as the picture glowed once again.
"Commander Johanson, nice to meet you at last."
"The same to you sir."
Two more individuals popped up on the holotable as Harris talked.
"Your ships are to join us in surround the enemies comined fleet. Myself and our ally jessica, with her fleet, are pinching them in and preventing them from jumping out of system. There will be no escape from us."
"Sir, what if they manage to repel us."
"They haven't thus far pointing to the fact that they won't. We have them both outgunned and surrounded." Harris paused as an officer ran to him and whispered in his ear, "Interesting, than you Lt." He motioned for him to leave.
"Now, deploy all fighter squads and form up on us."
"Yes sir!"
The men saluted and the screen went black.

Fleet:

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9 Star destroyers - 98%
4 Venator 3's - 79%
3 Venator 2's -100%
2 Interdictors -100% (Protected)
94 Fighter squadrons -110% (some killed, 9 added)
10 Bomber Squadrons +1 Next turn - 67%
3 acclamators -98% (Some landed)
4 storm trooper Battalions -100% (Not Yet Deployed)
5 Special forces teams -36% (Under seige, 1 killed)
1 Raider class corvette -94% (Two under repairs)
No More Vulture Droid Squadrons -0%
3 Clone Attack Battalions -100% (Not Landed)
15 At-Aht's -100% (Not Landed)
Harris' Flagship -99.12% (Not being fired upon)

Actions:

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Moved forces, reinforced fighters, began landing on mandalore with armored vehicles and clone battalions, Pinched in Ignus fleet, destroyed 1 ship of hostile fleet, killed 1 enemy fighter squadron, lost 3 squadrons, Gained reinforvements, activated interdictors Gravity wells.

 

[null3]

Allies: The Dominion
Enemies: Death watch, Mandalorians, ignus
Objective: begin retreat

Harris looked grimly now, a star destroyer had just been destroyed and an interdictor was destroyed, there were no raider coveted left and the fleet was being overwhelmed fast, he knew what he had to do while they still had men.
"Admiral, WillHelms' Acclamator Has been Destroyed, the first clone battalion is dead.
"Order all fighters in, Now!"
"But sir,"
"Now Corporal! Dammit, Move!"
The ship was riddled by an explosion as a missile vaporized on the shields I'm front of the bridge. The bottom opened and the side hangers opened. Hundreds of ships were flooding into their respected transports, the fleet all turned towords home, the acclamators exited the atmosphere and jumped, the fleets closed, the Venator 3's and single venator 2 closed their 2-foil modifications. The ships were on fire as the surrounded fleet of [member="Ignus"] broke free. The losses weren't worth it. The rest of the fleet turned home and jumped to hyperspace.

Actions:

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Retreat- Mostly successful.

Losses:

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1st Clone Attack battalion
15 fighter squadrons
2 Venator 2's
1 venator 3
All Bomber Squadrons
17 Fighter squadrons
1 interdictor
2 spec ops forces
All raider corvettes

 

[Kalius Aegrus]

Location: Keldabe, Mandalore
Objective: Crush the insurrection.
Allies: The Dominion (@Lunarius Admonis, [member="The Slave"])
Foes: The Deathwatch, The Sith Ascendancy ([member="Mobius"])
Gear: See bio.

The boys of first platoon let their true colors show. The rending and tearing of flesh ensued. For every five terrorists clad in beskar'gam, there was probably a single trooper there to fight them. Outnumbered, they surely weren't outmatched nor outgunned. Heavy bolters, elongated vibroswords, and power hammers swung about to crush into their Mandalorian steel with a vengeance. Their advance never let up, sending reaving shockwaves through the city as their power hammers and explosive rounds pierced armor and cityscape.

"Advance!" Kal cried, lifting his own hammer before sending the thing back down onto a poor Mandalorian.

The Dominion had suffered losses enough. They'd bled dearly just because someone wanted the map painted in their emblem.

Empire. Expansion. Glory.

Disgusting and vile, the whole concept was unrighteous. Kalius and his men would cleanse this place of its inherent sin. Slay the defenders and wipe the planet clean. If they couldn't have it, nobody else was going to.

OOC: It didn't tag, you Mobius. Edited for tag.

 

[Jack Anderson]

Location: Concord Dawn low orbit
Allies: Please? (Dominion)
Enemies: Death Watch terrorists and supporters
Objective: Harass the DW & Co
Tag list

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[member="Jhiaga Shiwr"] [member="Corso"] [member="Aden Dral"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Cairyn Midore"]

Musical compliment​

Using the now finished battle as a distraction Jack and the *Hot Drop* had come out of hyperspace on the opposite side of the planet, and closer than normally safe to attempt avoiding detection. So far they had entered low orbit unmolested and the ship was ready to drop it's load and retreat to the safety of secure Dominion space.

Mobility would be the key to this operation, so rather than the normal drop of 500 men in a handful of pods they would be using nearly all available pods to scatter 500 men each with their own speeder bike across the entire planet. 50 groups of 10 would be given orders to harass hostile forces, but never to engage in a proper battle, they would used their skills in survival to stay out of sight and do as much damage as possible.

Jack and the kid were going in with group one, dropping some 50 km south of a deep woods Death Watch compound, guns, ammo, explosives, but most importantly armour made from proper Beskar, plenty of good stuff to break and/or steal. Once all groups were on the ground the ship would leave the system and leave the groups to their own devises.

Jake turned to Caityn and the rest of the men with him as he started to get into the drop pod. "All right, listen up, I'm only going to get to say this once, if you've never rode a drop pod before it's a lot like an escape pod crash, but we get to fight at the end." Jack pauses, "IF! You feel the need to puke do it on yourself, it's a slipping hazard, I've seen two men die from that, and no one wants to go that way."

 

[TB-705]

SPACE, MANDALORE

A Dominion fleet jumped away.

"Goldenmane?"

The Sionoma was gone. Pity.

"Is that the Lambent Shadow?"

"Yes, lord."

"It is commanded by a Sith, [member="Ignus"]. Hail him and request permission to board. We will reevaluate our options."

The three transports reoriented themselves and started chugging their way through the battlefield toward the Reformation-class dreadnought.

 

[Lunarius Admonis]

Lunarius listened to the hymns of his battle priest as they moved towards Keldabe. It stopped being a civilian target the moment a massive army landed there. The moment Alkor Centaris began attacking Dominion aid teams. Now the time for words had come to an end, instead it was time for what Lunarius knew best. It was time for battle. He hummed along as the priest continued to sing their chants. His bard picked up the tune and began to play his violin magnificently.

The first of Lunarius’s troops tore into the enemy's front. Lunarius raised his sword high into the air as men all around him fell. Blaster rounds kicked up dust, explosions rocked the earth and men perished at the slightest mistake.

”To victory brothers! Burn the heretic!” Lunarius cried as he charged forth.

He reached behind his back with his free hand and took hold of the flag. He hurled it high into the air and it sailed a large distance behind enemy lines.

“Retrieve the flag!” The call went up and the men fought harder to obtain the sacred relic of their order.

The battle priest chants continued and the men sang along.

“Holy Archlord,
our savior,
defend us in battle!
Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the Heretic!
May You rebuke them,
we humbly pray; and do you,
O Prince of the heavenly host,
by the power of all that is Holy cast into Oblivion the Heretic and all the evil spirits who wander through the world seeking the ruin of souls!”

Lunarius voice boomed as he charged a e-web emplacement.

His own shoulder mounted blaster cannon picking off targets as he stampeded. He leapt high into the air and with sword raised cleaved the blaster turret in half. The enemy troops reared back in horror at the giant's strength, but it was too late. He was upon them within seconds.

He grabbed a man's beskar clad head and crushed it with his bare hand. Lunarius let the limp corpse fall to the ground. He spun deftly and cleaved another in half. A spray of blood escaped the man's lips as intestine spilled from his gut. Lunarius pointed to the flag and the enemies around it.

Your mine He thought as he stormed towards them. Blaster rounds pinged off his power armor and lunarius raised his bolter. He fired with deadly efficiency. Picking off targets with ease. A bolter round tore into one of the men’s Beskar plated chest, exploding upon impact and rending his flesh to pieces.

 

[Leora]

Mandalore, The Lambent Shadow

And just like that, the enemy fleets left. Leos frowned, but in all honesty, with the level of fleets that had arrived to defeat them, it made sense that they would finally wise up to the matter. As annoying as it was that they didn't get to crush them, it was better in the long run for their crews. Incidentally, he was soon interrupted from his meditation by the ships captain.

"Lord Ignus, we're being hailed. They're requesting permission to come aboard."

"We're in battle protocol, Captain. We take no boarders."

"Yes, sir. I just wanted to make sure."

"If that order changes I will let you know."

The ships captain would relay a denial to the ship carrying [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"], as was wartime protocol. Taking on passengers in the middle of a warzone was a good way to get taken for a fool by a boarding party. It was against Ascendant naval protocols. As such, with the enemy fleet having retreated, their ground troops had no real cover left in the system. The war was essentially lost for them. The mandalorians had their own ships within the system now as well. Lifting a hand to rub at his face, he looked around at the screens, taking in everything about the system before he put the call in to the admiral.

"Admiral."

"Yes, Lord Ignus?"

"Withdraw. The Mandalorians should be able to take care of it from here on out with the assistance of their other allies. No need to waste resources."

"Understood. We will begin our withdrawal."

Begin because they had to turn their ships about which would take them a bit.

[member="The Librarian"] | [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]