The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[Kalius Aegrus]

Location: Keldabe, Mandalore
Objective: Crush the insurrection.
Allies: The Dominion ([member="Lunarius Aegrus"], [member="The Slave"])
Foes: The Deathwatch, The Sith Ascendancy ([member="Mobius"], [member="Olivia Dem'adas"], [member="Jaig Vizsla"])
Gear: See bio.

Down in the dreary hellhole that was Mandalore, Kalius and his men fought valiantly through the streets. Meeting beskad with power hammer and sword, meeting rifle with bolter, and meeting crushgaunt with powered fists. While they were equally matched in terms of technological prowess, the men of the 1st platoon and their contingent of Peacekeepers in tow pushed them back further and further. Opposing E-webs and heavy emplacements fired from elevated positions, only to be met by hovering troopers equipped with jetpacks and repulsor boots. Flames spewed everywhere as those men unleashed the salvos contained within their incinerator flamethrowers.

"Do not falter, do not give u-!" The Lord Captain screamed, brandishing his hammer as a shatter round struck him directly in the chest.

The monstrous man staggered backwards, collapsing onto one of his battle brothers with a hearty grunt. Metal screeched and squealed as he slid down a pile of refuse. The bells ringing in his ears slowly subsided as the charred scorch mark on his chest plate began to cool down. He glanced down noting the dent before heaving himself back up, grabbing the hilt of the hammer.

They'd slowly been working their way towards the energy readings reported earlier by their orbiting vessels. Hopefully they'd cut through that shield generator like a hot knife through butter.

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Meanwhile in orbit...

Void Captain Lugras grimaced at his sensor readings. Mandalorians were closing in fast and they'd barely had enough time to power their weapons and fire upon the planet. Shields came up too quickly, the enemy fleets came in too fast and he was hesitant to remain there and take losses. Relocating seemed like the best option, or even retreating in general.

But that'd mean he'd leave hundreds of Dominion personnel stranded on the world, left to fend for themselves.

Sweat beaded down his brow. Tens of thousands were housed on these two vessels, and their equipment was far more valuable to their cause as opposed to just a few hundred valiant men that remained on the surface.

The helmsman looked at him tentatively. He was scared too.

Lugras nodded.

Channeling their power from the weapons into the sublight thrusters to change their facing towards friendly territory, the orders to prepare to make the jump to lightspeed echoed across their internal channels.

They were going home.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Dathomir
Objective: Heal and recover.
Enemies: [member="Darth Sarcophago"]
Gear: Xalone, Lightsaber, blaster pistol.

The Sith Pureblood's own magic proved effective, giving Grace the moment of respite she needed. "No." The word rang clear, almost as if it echoed in the town. "The Dominion has been my home for far too long for me to give it up." She dropped the reigns to the mount, letting the Rancor simply sit, the beast's mind numb. "And there's no way I'll leave it behind to become a slave to you!"

A smile crossed the Night Mother's face. "And yet you wish us to be your slaves? How rude."

"The Singing Mountain clan will no doubt find the Jedi who have pledged themselves to the Dominion more agreeable, and valuable allies." Grace's voice was rough, the calm tone broken by how tired she sounded. "Even if you say no, even if you kill us, you cannot win. Your enemies, bolstered by Dominion troops, will wipe you out." She saw the disbelief on the woman's face, followed by a glimpse of fear. "I know you have survived many purges in the past, but believe me when I say that you do not wish to face the Archlord's wrath."

The elder nodded, and the Clan Mother seemed to concede. "Very well, Miss Darkson. We will aid you." She smiled. "Now, you have suffered much. Let us aid you."

Grace fell, sliding down the Rancor and into the arms of one of the coven's acolytes.

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Her arm felt wrong. In her head, she knew it was broken, and yet, as she could feel her fingers. She stared at the limb, confused. It remained bound to her chest, and she couldn't move it. Why could she feel her fingers? Sitting up, she made her way out of the small hut she had slept in. Sighing, she found the village strangely empty. Her datapad beeped.

DSB notice to all agents: Insurgents have popped up all over Mandalorian space. If you are in the sector, expect the zone to heat up.

Great. Just what she needed.

 

[Poe]

​Location: Orbiting Dathomir
​Objective: Assist The Mandos
​Allies: TSA, Death Watch, Mandos
Enemies: [member="Lady Psyona"]
​Equipment: The Whispers of Ghosts



Due to the massive fleets amassed in and around the sector, I learned that Admiral Beth had moved the Mystic Veil​ to the planet of Dathomir; where she offered up knowledge, through the spy network of the Ascendancy Intel Agency, that suspected Dominions were planning to set-up a base of operations on the planet's lush surface. Though the information wasn't fully supported by concrete facts, as an Inquisitor it was my duty to root out and eliminate facts from fiction; through any means necessary.

"That will not be necessary," ​I said countering Admiral Beth's suggestion I bring a compliment of soldiers with me. ​"It will be more effective if I went down there alone and unimpeded by the rank and file of the Ascendancy." ​I preferred working alone in these instances, free to conduct my unorthodox and brutal methods with complete obscurity from the eyes of the Circle of Lords. They knew my methods, at most times, where haunting and cold as the breath I exhaled, but my results proved time and time again with positive results; which was enough to keep them from meddling in my affairs. Plus, if I had to implore the tactics of mass crucifixions to unlock answers, it was best they were blind to the horrors than have to justify it in their own black hearts.

​I left for the planet, utilizing a small one man shuttle, landing in a bountiful jungle from any known settlements. I found it more appealing to move undetected from one site to the next without drawing unwanted attention to myself. However, attention always would find me after I left a village, farming settlement, or other small civilized outpost in my wake; where the signs of my murderous activities gave birth to the whispers of an immoral phantom creeping about killing relentlessly and with monstrous passion. This mission, like all my previous ones, would undoubtedly be no different. I was a murderer by all accounts of the word's definition, and I saw no reason now to change what I was bred to do.

​Moving through the jungle toward the first settlement with long strides, I hoped these villagers would not give up the answers I sought easily. I was, after all, in a very playful mood.

 

[Lunarius Admonis]

[SIZE=11pt]On the Eastern front…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Volck stared out at the broken city through his power armors integrated macrobinoculars. A chill wind swept through the no man’s land. Barbed Wire covered the expanse and men trundled through the muck to lay mines. The enemies scrambled to erect proper defenses and Volck merely smiled as he watched them scurry about. He turned to address his men whom still sat in their trenches. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Artillery began to fall around them and the AT-AT’s responded in kind. Great explosions kicked up earth and metal as they landed with a tremendous boom. Volck raised his hands as he roared to his men and the battle began in earnest with a cacophony of artillery fire. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Men of the Primarchs Legion! Prepare yourself for glorious battle! We fight against tremendous odds, but that is what we were trained for! We will crush the opposition and deliver justice to those who stand in our path!” He paused as his men cheered in ascent “We will be a pious pillar of light in these dark times. We may lose this battle, but we will win the war! Prepare to dine in Oblivion men, for the final hour is upon us! Now, CHARGE!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Volck’s soldiers gave out great war cries as they climbed over the trenches. “AROO! AROO! AROOOO!” Great guttural howls escaped their throats as they ran forward to face the enemy. The AT-AT’s slowly trudged forward firing salvos of blaster cannons and explosives. The tanks hovered over the mines and began to enter the city. Men rode atop the tanks while others simply ran along the legs of the walkers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Mines activated and men died in droves. Explosions seemed to shake the world to it’s very core. Volck thundered forward with his men and lifted his bolter high into the air. Firing blindly as he attempted to keep the enemies heads down. “FOR THE ARCHLORD!” He roared, his head slightly bent, as blaster rounds landed all around him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Southern front…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The battle was on in full. Wounded men cried out for mothers, lovers, and the Archlord. The odd fire leaped up in heaps as las rounds lit men aflame or disintegrated them completely. Explosions raked the earth and stray rounds filled the air. The walkers trundled forward and blasted a machine gun nest with fire from their cannons. The building shuddered under the blast and threatened to collapse completely. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Men charged forward, while others laid down suppressive fire. “For the Archlord! For the prim-!” A troopers cries were cut short as a round found its way into his cranium. Melting plasteel and cauterizing flesh. He fell to the ground with a muffled thump and lay still. Lunarius witnessed it all through bloodshot eyes. He could not control his rage. It was on the cusp of being unleashed. He charged for the flag when suddenly he witnessed it light up in a blaze. It infuriated him that the enemy would have no honor. That would desecrate such a sacred symbol so.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He saw through a tunnel and it focused directly on the culprit. A slight man of sturdy build wielding a silver saber. The man claimed them cowards and this infuriated Lunarius even more. “DIE!” The Primarch roared and leapt high into the air. He extended an arm while the other hoisted his chainsword. Rage licked at his fingertips. Then the fury of the Archlord surged from his hand. It came in the form of a righteous wind descending towards [member="Aedan Miles"]. As the great wind would aim at wracking his bones, the Primarchs Chainsword would roar to life.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Ardgal Raxis"][/SIZE]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Location: Low Orbit >> Concord Dawn surface
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Everyone else
Objective: Have fun

Spoiler

[member="Jack Anderson"] [member="Jhiaga Shiwr"] [member="Corso"] [member="Aden Dral"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Amaya Verd"] @Anya Lomo [member="Tanomas Graf"]

His typical grin widening with the promise of action on the way, he temporarily left his unfortunate conversation partner to turn to Jack. "So whatdaya think we're gonna fight, Jackie?" He asked, legs swinging from his seat. He was practically bouncing in his seat, especially when the pod started moving. "A bunch 'o weaklings, right? This is gonna be so much fun."

He was silent for a couple beats, thinking to himself, humming a little tune. "Doot dootdoot doot doot, I can't wait to play with someone who won't be boring. Do ya think they'll die easy?"

 

[WD-334]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: @Ultimatumhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8057-ultimatum/, [member="Rach Vizla"] ?, @Ronan Vizslahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2246-ronan-vizsla/ ?
Enemies: @Drox Fugahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/14657-drox-fuga/
Objective: Steal The Battleship

Spoiler

15 squads :
10 x Cyclops Battle Droid per squad (random assortment of given weapons)

2 x Scorpion Drones per squad

The war droid bleeped an affirmative to [member="Ultimatum"], making final preparations of itself and it's personal squad of Cyclops droids and the two Scorpion drones. The Cyclops droids were all harnessed in, except for the two who would be cutting. The Scorpion drones were packed at the rear of the pod, ready for deployment. WD only had one thing in mind: victory at any cost. All of these droids were only soldiers in it's view at this time, and it would treat them as such. It would fight by their side, taking to the front. They would cover the flanks and rear, and it would entrust them with all their safety. "On your go" it said to Ultimatum, then readied itself in an upright position, shield and weapon pointing forward to the door that would lead to the opening the two droids would cut.

 

[Gharis Vevut]

Location: Mandalorian Defense Bunker
Allies: Death Watch and Co, [member="Jaig Vizsla"] [member="Meraal Vaun"]
Enemies: The Dominion, [member="Kalius Aegrus"] [member="The Slave"]
Objective: Defend the Shield Generator

Gharis left the protocol droid to the task of organizing the defense grid. With news that one of the Dominion fleets had pulled out of orbit, the matter was not quite as pressing as it had been minutes ago. He followed after Jaig and Meraal to the front of the base. He vented and primed a fresh plasma cartridge for his rifle, he had a habit of reloading before a fight, even if he wasn't low on energy.

A fight was coming. He'd felt it in the air even before Vizsla had alerted them over comms. Chatter started to buzz from the patrols outside as soldiers dropped outside the facility. Gharis' boots clanked on the grated floor as he jogged to the entrance of the base. Vaun had already organized a defensive perimeter around the base, but they'd have to be careful to gun down anyone that dropped within the walls of the compound. He could hear the cacophony of blasters outside as he reached the front blast door. Gharis crouched, planting remote detonators around the edges of the door. If the Dominion pushed through, they'd have a surprise followed by the quick release of death. It would also leave the defenders without a blast door, but it seemed like an acceptable loss. Engineers probably got really tired of how frequently soldiers reduced their designs to rubble.

"Vode, I'm at the front gate, and am ready to move on the hostiles when you are."

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Dathomir
Objective: Get to the shuttle.
Allies: Whatever Dominion forces are on world
Enemies: [member="Darth Sarcophago"], Whatever other
Gear: Xalone, Lightsaber, blaster pistol.

DSB notice to agents in Mandalorian Space: The zone has exploded. Any agents not ready for combat withdraw if possible. All available agents ready for combat should report to the nearest Dominion officer for assignments.

Great. Were the Jedi still on world? if so, they'd need to meet up. She tried to send a message, a comm call, anything, to Alyson, but nothing came up. Ugh. Time to do it the old fashioned way, then. She threw her mind out in the force, trying to reach the woman. Nothing.

Wait, no. There was... something out there. Something that seemed dangerous.

And she had just broadcast her location to anyone listening.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Southern front of Keldabe
Allies: [member="Atheus"] Western Front [member="Ardgal Raxis"] Eastern front
Enemies: [member="Lunarius Aegrus"]
Objective: Push back attackers

Aedan smirked as he saw the man charging towards him seeing him leap Aedan went to spin his weapon and stab upwards before he felt the pull of the force coming from the man before it was expelled in a surprisingly powerful force push. Jumping shortly before it reached him Aedan drew on the force and controlled his movements so he landed on his feet beside the burning flag snarling through his helmet the ex pirate darted forward his lightsaber pike trailing behind him. He reached out his other hand drawing on the force he gripped a chunk of debris behind the man and pulled hard with the force aiming to send the large chunk of rock into the man's back to off set his balance as he swung his lightsaber pike up and around towards the man's weapon. Not knowing what it was made of Aedan was hoping to cleave it in two with a few well placed swings. Meanwhile around them his men moved giving him space as the Red Fang turned their Dar'yaim cannons on the walkers and tanks firing for the joins of the walkers and the cannons of the tanks as they attempted to remove them from the fight essentially. The rest of his men moved so that they were behind cover throwing grenades or ducking out to shoot at an exposed enemy.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

KLEDEBE
Allies: Deathwtch Patriots and friends; [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Atheus"]
Enemies: Dominion and friends [member="Lunarius Aegrus"] [member="Kalius Aegrus"] @Anyone I Missed--sorry
Objective: Protect Kledebe

The Infantry was taking a pounding with the mine fields and the artillery units--exactly what Ardgal wanted. He was not a man who reveled in bloodshed or murder, those blood lust tenancies made men reckless, foolish, easy to kill and easier to wound. No, Ardgal was more of the surgical general, the type to use a scalpel to carve through his foes. And by a scalpel, he meant a really massive, well aimed electromagnetic plasma cannon chorus.

"The enemy will soon breech the city limits, we are counting 2 AT-ATs, 8 saber tanks, and 6 MK III AT-STs, and 1 thousand ground troopers," Virgil reported pointing at the enemy icons on the board. ((Sorry if I did my math wrong there)).

Ardgal looked at it for a fraction of a second, seeing the enemy icons swarming closer. "We will need to hit the AT-ATs first, take them down." He looked at one of the newer men, he was a fresh officer promoted from the ranks to officership, here to see how combat was conducted in real time war. "Do you know the biggest weakness of walkers, Walter?"

The man furrowed his brows, "The legs, sir?"

"Think smaller."

The man thought for a moment, "I'm not sure, sir."

"The joints. I want you to relay an order to the AT-LRA's to launch their SSM proton missiles at the fore joints, I want 3 from each to hit the two fore fore legs of those walkers, precision shots," Ardgal ordered. He had full faith in their advanced targeting systems, targeting systems that were state of the art of course."

"Yes, sir."

3 Proton missiles from each of the 16 AT-LRA's would scream through the air in a chorus of 48 brilliant streaks of light, divided evenly into 12 shots for each of the AT-AT's foremost legs in a tremendous, ground shaking explosive blast that created a gorgeous ball of blinding light. It looked felt almost like four suns had been opened up on the surface in a blisteringly hot and bright blast.

As the enemy reached the city they would find their hell had not stopped, it would only increase. Urbanwarfare was a hellva scene. There were really two choices--charge through the streets and be picked off by forces from all angles, or clear every building in a costly, time-draining fight for each building. Every block was a hell-hole, every building was a trap. There was nowhere safe. As the enemy was distracted concentrated their fire on the buildings to pin back the resistance of the ambushers, a counter strike would take place. Roaring in from all angles, 1 company of the Raxis Light Calvary would descend on them. Their RA-SB swoops were fast, nimbly gliding through the streets and enemy ranks with ease in attack runs. Each bike's dual hellcaster cannons brought down a rain of death on their prey, sitting ducks to the 200 total cannons that showed no mercy. They flew in pairs of two, crisscrossing patterns and sliding carefully away from each other to keep from being wiped out in one fell strike.

Ardgal folded his hands together, waiting as his forces struck hard and fast.

"Make your move," he whispered to himself. "What's your next play going to be?"

Spoiler

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

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Concord Dawn
Allies: Deathwatch ([member="Aden Dral"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Vengeance"])
Enemies: The Dominion ([member="Jack Anderson"])
Objective: Get off my lawn

"I already have gotten that taken care of. A majority of folks, that are aligned with us, are already informed. The rest can go to heck," the Munin said to Mesh's husband, showing his indifferent and carefree personality. He had orders from Jaig to only look out for those that are legit Mandalorians and helping out with them. People such as hostile foreigners and soulless Mandalorians would only receive the comfort of the barrel of Lok's blaster.

"That being said, make sure Val is safe, Mesh. Cause I doubt these damn intruders aren't gonna play nice."

He made sure that every capable man and woman would arm themselves and fight against these invaders. In the Mandalorian culture, there was no such thing as having just the men fight, and the women run away with their little ones. Oh no, every warrior was expected to stand side-by-side against their enemies save for the little ones that had no experience in combat.

"Munin, we got drop pods incoming."

"Finally, something to kill."

His hands placed his helmet on his head, showing the only emotion of his face was the cold T-visor that instilled fear into most people.

"Y'all ready to roll out?"

 

[Lunarius Admonis]

[SIZE=11pt]On the Eastern front…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Things had gone to feth fast. Volck cursed as one of the walkers took multiple strikes to the joints. It tilted forward slowly, then fell at an alarming rate. Men screamed in horror as they struggled to run from the behemoth as it landed atop them. The AT-ST’s mk III rushed forward to surround the other AT-AT. They acted as aa guns, firing upon the artillery pieces missiles before they could truly reach the AT-AT’s joints. Still a few had made it through and thus the walker became weakened, but still operational. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Volck’s men made it to the outer city and the cohort banner men rallied them into separate companies. They were going to clear the enemy out of those houses. Drag them out kicking and screaming if they had too. Volck watched as the companies took a moment's respite to devise their plans for clearing out the buildings and it seemed a popular method had been settled on. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Orders sir?” A grizzled Sergeant asked as an orange glow began to illuminate the outer city.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Burn ‘em out,” Volck replied and the man nodded, the other companies already figuring to do the same. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“First Flamma platoon move up!” Volck roared and the flamers eagerly leapt from their cover as they began to burn the buildings with righteous fire. As the outer edges of the Eastern city burned the troops moved forward slowly. Burning every building they came across. The Saber Tanks and AT-ST’s covered the men, firing on machine gun and sniper emplacements as they moved forward. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They made it a little beyond the edge when the cavalry charge came. Speeder bikes cut through the ranks and city like a farmer through chaff. The vehicles were forced to divert their attention from the enemy ambush nest to the calvary and the men halted their assault just on the cusp of exiting the edge of the city. They were now in a stalemate, but Volck would see to it that Keldabe burned. If they could not have the city no one would.[/SIZE]

Spoiler

Army Remaining

1 AT-AT

8 Saber Class Repulsor Tanks

6 AT-ST's

800 Troopers

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

[SIZE=11pt]The Southern front…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The troops entered a frenzied fervor at the sight of their battle flag burning. A battle priest of Lunarius’s legion charged forward. He was hit five times, but still he charged forth snarling and roaring in rage. He reached the enemy lines and withdrew his blade. Swinging wildly he hacked to pieces any who got in his path, even comrades. The Holy battle priest killed three men before succumbing to his wounds.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The AT-AT’s targeted the Dar’yaim cannons and fired salvos of death upon them. The tanks and AT-ST’s targeted machine gun nest and barraged them. A soldier of Lunarius’s legion gripped his gut as he crawled towards the ashes of the sacred flag. The distinct taste of copper filled his mouth. He reached the tattered remains of the flag and felt it’s fabric between his fingers. His sight grew dim and he thought he saw the light of the Archlord. He wasn't ready! He did not want to die! “Medic!” The trooper called out, but he was not approached by a medic.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Instead another battle priest in flowing robes wielding a bolter charged forward and gripped the man by the arm. “You don’t need a medic! You need to kill heretics!” The priest shouted as he yanked the trooper off the ground. The trooper nodded and was awed by the priest resolve. The priest gripped the tattered banner and shoved it into the soldier's hands. “Rally the troops! Charge brother! The Archlord is still with us!” The priest shouted and the trooper nodded vehemently. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He waved the charred banner high in the air and shouted “Lunarius’s faithful! On me! Forward men! Charge!” The trooper withdrew his side arm and began to fire while still waving the tattered flag with his other hand. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lunarius fell upon Aedan with a vengeance. His metal boots kicked up rock and dust as he landed. His chainsword purred hungrily in his hand. It bayed for blood. Lunarius was about to charge the man again when he felt something smash against his back. He staggered forward, momentarily caught by surprise. He had to react quickly in order to counter his enemies first blow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His chainsword parried the attack, but the kinetic force from the rock had knocked the wind out of him. He could not hold the lock long. As the lightsaber and the chainsword locked the sharpened chain around Lunarius’s blade snapped with a soft clink, but the rest of the blade held firm. Lunarius cursed and raised his bolter with his free hand, firing wildly at Aedan as he did so.[/SIZE]

Spoiler

Troops Remaining

1000 Troopers

2 AT-AT's

6 Saber Class Repulsor tanks

3 Walkers

[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[TB-705]

[member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | @Rel Connery​

​

WAYLAND​

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The three small ships managed to survive the hellstorm of collateral flak. Shields on one were nearly critical, but the shields no longer mattered. Two of the transports reached the XoXaan. Their noses kissed its hull and moments later the Katarn-class boarding shuttles carved a circular opening, each forming a new airlock through which they could disgorge their cargo.

The third ship, carrying Thengil, floated near the bridge of the XoXaan. Thengil himself followed by a cadre of corsairs leapt from the shuttle's bay to float across the intervening distance and land on the bridge's viewport. They all wore simple spacesuits to protect them from the vacuum. Nothing extraordinary.

Thengil activated a lightsaber and jammed its glowing length into the bridge, then began to carve himself an opening, just as the Katarn shuttles were doing elsewhere.

After the shuttles finished creating the airlocks, they unleashed their cargo.

The screeches of Rathtars soon rose within the halls of the XoXaan.

 

[Alleycat]

Location: Concord Dawn - Northern Hemisphere @ Munin Stronghold
Allies: DW/Mandos/Sith
Ground: [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Aden Dral"] [member="Corso"] [member="Jhiaga Shiwr"] Orbit: [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Enemies: Dom
Ground: [member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Jack Anderson"]
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The petite blonde tilted her golden head up at [member="Aden Dral"] and glared at her ex-husband with not too pleased electric blue eyes regarding his rather sexist comment about women staying with the children. That just rubbed Mesh'la seven ways to Sunday the wrong way. And the young sniper would know Mesh's ire too from her silence with no retort given; just those narrowed eyes throwing stinging darts at him. Men?!

Mesh's attention turned back to [member="Lok Munin"] when he asked about her son. "I instructed Merja to take Valen to the bunker. Merja will defend him with her life, if need be. She is a true Munin clanswoman after all," she nodded proudly of the elder Mando'ad who helped care for the two year old Dral.

Mesh'la unclipped her red and black buy'ce from its place on her beskar'gam's utility belt and slipped It back on. [ Oya! ] she called out in a rallying cry over the helmet's comlink, then the baar'ur's booted feet followed her step-brother out the door to hunt aruetiise.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Southern Front
Allies: None here
Enemies: [member="Lunarius Aegrus"]
Objective: Hold the line

Aedan snarled as he started to push backward reaching out with the force he seized another chunk of debris bringing it towards the mans back at greater speed as he let out a dark snarl feeling the impact from the bolters on his torso denting and dinging his heavy duty armor as he used the force to unclip the shoto lightsaber from his belt bringing it up alongside him as he ignited it a dark smirk under his helmet as he pushed with his lightsaber pike adding a force push behind it aimed at the man's torso and he reached out snagging the shoto with one hand while holding the pike with one hand. He stood up straighter hafting his lightsaber pike into the air as a sign his men started to fall back swifter as Aedan smirked pointing the lightsaber pike towards the sky. "BEHOLD MY POWER AS THE HEAVENS OPEN UP AND SMITE YOU!" On cue the bombers and gunships that his son had launched earlier arrived the bombers dropping their bombs on the rear portion of the enemy army as the gunships moved around the city half of them breaking off to cover the eastern and western side as the other half moved to hover over where Aedan's men had ran their missiles and turrets opening up on the AT-AT's and tanks the rest of the Red Fang's Dar'yaim cannons opening up on the smaller AT-ST Mk 3's. Aedan himself stood slightly before his men as bombs and missiles dropped around him using the force to create a small dome around himself to protect from the bombs landing on him. "Behold your diety has abandoned you and shown his support for my cause you have displeased him with your actions."

Aedan's men moved snipers starting to pick off the Battle priests before they could refute what their commander had said the rest of his men shouting out in Mando'a in support of their leader. "Rally at aliit alor miles par clan akaata" Aedan strode forward pointing the silver blade of his lightsaber pike at Lunaris as he calmly spoke. "Admit your defeat and surrender your god has abandoned you in favor of me. If you surrender and call off your men I shall show mercy but if you insist on fighting not a single one of your men will leave alive. It is Mephirium's will that your people not hold this planet he has deemed you worthy to live on and spread the tale of what happened here. Will you listen to Mephirium or will you deny your Holy Lord the command he has clearly left."

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Concord Dawn, Low Orbit - Northern Hemisphere
Allies:[member="Lok Munin"] | @Aden Dral | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="The Librarian"] | Deathwatch, The Mando'ade
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Eliminate the Dominion

The HVS Ngāti Toa reverted back into realspace with a small compliment of ships at the edge of the system. Sensors showed that drop pods were being deployed, there were also other ships and fleets in the vicinity. [member="Lok Munin"] would now be routed with a communication, "House Verd has arrived, I've got drop ships coming dispatching fresh boots from Onderon. Use them well, vod." And thus began their descent with Auli'i ships first followed in line by the three heavier vessels with disruptor torpedoes and mass drivers at the ready. The speed of the smaller ships out paced their larger sisters but the orders were clear. "Maintain formation, we won't be able to get a read on their drop pods but once they land we'll open fire."

"Vod, give me your coordinates I'll have our cannons shoot these boshtets from our lands." Came the secondary reply from Amaya to Lok through encrypted channels. It seemed that throughout the sector the Mandalorians were fighting, refusing to give up their lands to these invaders. While a mostly nomadic people, these worlds, these planets were still home they were their islands in the vast sea of space. And they would fight to the death to keep them in Mandalorian hands, and ever since the collapse of the clans it seemed there were no Mandalorians left. And then the Dominion decided to test the waters.

Over the northern hemisphere, above the Munin homestead, the Verd fleet flew in a tight formation with the smaller ships preparing to dive and drop.

Spoiler

9x Auli'i, 648m
3x Kirehe, 1194m
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12 Ships, 1842m total.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Mandalorian Encampment, Concord Dawn
Allies: Himself, [member="Mobius"]
Enemies: The Dominion, [member="Jack Anderson"], [member="Cairyn Midore"], The Galactic Empire?, [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Objective: Escape from Concord Dawn
Gear: Blast Vest, VT Bolt Blasters, Power Cells, Spare Vibroknives


"No, I'm telling you the whole job's karked!" Corso hissed not so quietly into the intermittens long range communications transmission, "The Mandalorians here don't want my help, they keep going on about honor and defending the homeland and I'm nothing but an aruetti with silly guns and did you hear that they called my bolt blasters silly guns?!"

The mercenary paused as he struggled to make out the response from the other end of the garbled communications, suddenly somewhat self conscious that he had been complaining about a race of ultra warriors while standing only meters away. He kicked up some dirt and a few stray pebbles.

"What?! Say again...Keldabe?!" this time his shouts did draw some glances from the otherwise busily entrenching insurgent forces, "How in the hell am I supposed to get to Keldabe! I barely made it to the surface without getting slagged, do you expect me to just blast off from Concord Dawn in the middle of a gorram warzone?!"

Another pause as he waited for a reply.

"Say again? I didn't get that last!" Corso shouted, shaking the comm unit in frustration, "What the hell is the matter with this thing?"

"That'll be the Empire, I expect," the Mandalorian commander who had first greeted him suggested as he approached, "Imperial fleet just jumped in system, soon transmissions everywhere will be jammed, most like."

"I said repeat, did not get your last transmission!" the hired gun kept shouting, throwing a glance the commander's way to acknowledge his input, "Krypter Krypter, I said...what? Oh."

He let the comm device drop to his waist and his whole body sagged.

"What did the aruetti bossman say?" the commander asked, mildly curious.

"He said that's exactly what they expected me to do," Corso groaned, "I'm getting double crossed by frog people."

"Well, I have some good news," the Mandalorian said, at last, "We've decided not to kill you."

"Oh, that's good," the offworlder said, his tone suddenly far away, "Didn't quite realize that was still an option being discussed, but thanks I guess."

"I also have bad news."

"Of course you do," Corso said.

"We cannot allow you to stay here with us," the commander continued, "Under other circumstances, the clan would allow for it. But this is a mater of deep ijaat...of deep honor for my people. What we do here is a sacred thing. We will allow you to leave, and no Mandalorian under our command will attempt to bring you harm. You must take your ship now and go. If you survive, you may tell your employers that this was not meant as a slight, and the people of Concord Dawn will remember their intentions should we survive this day."

"Awesome," the mercenary answered, "If you guys win, I'm probably just going to tell them I helped you fight and everything went great. Cool?"

The warrior shrugged indifferently, hardly even paying attention as he set about directing his clansmen.

"Cool."

Spoiler

aruetti - traitor, foreigner, outsider

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

KLEDEBE
Allies: Deathwtch Patriots and friends; [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Atheus"]
Enemies: Dominion and friends [member="Lunarius Aegrus"] [member="Kalius Aegrus"] @Anyone I Missed--sorry
Objective: Protect Kledebe


"Sir, first volley, was successful, one AT-AT down, the other damaged badly," Walters reported with pride, "We hit them hard."

"Excellent, tell the artillery units to focus their secondary round of fire once more on the the second AT-AT, hit it with all they have, target the joints once more," Ardgal ordered folding his arms behind his back. Things were going 85% in line with the plan he had in mind.

"Sir, Enemy advancing, the Vode units are taking heavy casualties and fatalities," Virgil said grimly. "They are burning the city as they go."

"Order them to fall back and regroup for secondary assault," he said with a nod.

"I did, sir, they refuse. They want to stand and fight to the last man," she said not trying to hide her hint of grim annoyance.

There was always the off hand, Ardgal thought to himself with a sigh. He had elected to use the Vode units because they were fervent and would defend this city as the Mandalorian Mecca it was, he hadn't counted on it working against him in open defiance of orders. But they believed what they were fighting for, and they were willing to die for it. There was not much more he could have asked for in men under him. He furrowed his brows, re-routing his plan slightly to work with what he had.

"Sir, the enemy has halted, Light Calvary has stopped their advance, the fray is intense," Virgil reported slightly more optimistically.

"Give them the order to concentrate on the flame throwers, take them out as hard as they can," he tapped a squadron of Hellstorm tanks waiting in the wings, "Bring them to flank, concentrate fire on their tanks, use whatever is needed, maneuver Delta Strike."

He tapped on a contengency of the Grinders nearby as well, "Send four Grinders out to flank and help deal with the flame throwers."

On the enemy front, a new level of hell would open up as the 16 AT-LRA's would all open fire at once on the remaining AT-AT's damaged joints, the proton missiles comprising a pretty if not horribly lethal symphony of bright colors. Sliding out of the side roads on either side the 9 Hellstorms would emerge, strafing around the enemy as their electromagnetic plasma cannons and flak cannons opened fire as they emerged from the left and the right, their cannons targeting the Saber tanks. A secondary volley would follow of concussion missiles from the front firing tubes. They charged right into the thick of the fight as the Light Calvary hiss through the air, their guns firing into the enemy troops, mostly the flame throwing soldiers.

From the burning buldings, 4 Grinder anti-infantry tanks roared into view, sending a spray of the charred, flaming structure into the air. Their rail guns and E-webs laid down a suppressive spray of hell as the tank's cannon swiveled, covering the bulk of the 800 troops in a heavy spray of carnage-inducing led and blaster fire. The four tank's treads gripped the duracrete road, tearing away at it as they circled the enemy as fast as they could in concentric circles. It was the only hope they had of surviving any heavy hits from the enemy's machinery.

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Godkillers (In Sig)
Alpha Company (In Sig)
Vode troops x1 and 1/3rd (Taking heavy damage)
Light Calvary x2 and 2/3rds (2/3rds shooting at the infantry units)
Heavy machinery Under the Command of Virgil:
45 Icarus Class AA Platform
20 Hellstorm tanks (9 moved in to attack your tanks)
Behemoth
16 AT-LRA
20 AIT Grinders (4 Circling and shooting at infantry units)

 

[Jastor Husk]

LOCATION: Concord Dawn Orbit
ALLIES: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Amaya Verd"] | Mandalorians/Death Watch | Galactic Empire
ENEMIES: Dominion ([member="Jack Anderson"])
OBJECTIVE: Occupy Concord Dawn

Husk glared in return for Graf's first remarks, but did not hesitate to reply to the Grand Moff's orders, "With an entire sector army, the piddling forces that remain on Concord Dawn will crumble far before, three hours." An army lieutenant approached Husk, holding a data tablet. Husk recognized the man as his aide, and new his business here on the bridge, "Status report, Lieutenant Greeg." Greeg stood at attention, "Our forces have begun landing on the north, south, west, and east hemisphere LZs, we estimate ten minutes until all troops have landed, and another half an hour after that when all equipment and vehicles are fully operational. A fleet transmitting Mandalorian signals has entered orbit, and the Dominion vessel has launched pods to the surface-" Husk interrupted, "Yes, I know of the forces reported in our region, I want a timeline of occupation lieutenant." The junior officer was quick to give Husk what he wanted, "Imperial forces will have occupied all key locations within 2 hours and thirty five minutes after ground zero landings. Estimated low resistance from the local populace, so as long as we act as friends to the Mandalorian cause." Husk nodded, "Keep me updated if any changes or variations to our grand strategy is made by the ground commanders." The Lieutenant made the formal bow and left the bridge, without a mistake in protocol.

Husk returned his focus to the map in front of him, but he paid no thought to it. Now his mind had caught up in the "What if" on the planet surface below. He did not know what forces the Dominion kept, nor how friendly these Mandalorian organizations would be to Imperial dominance over the planet. No matter, the Imperial army present on Concord Dawn far surpassed that of any Mandalorian or Dominion force combined within the entire star system. By the time any reinforcements would arrive, the Imperial ground forces would be more than prepared for enemy assault. A grin spread across Husk's face as he confirmed within his mind the low risk of this gambit Grand Moff Graf had planned, and how profitable it would become. So enthused by this, Husk had to even voice it vocally, "Regardless, I must say this operation is quite the ingenious move, Moff Graf. With Concord Dawn under Imperial control, temporarily of course, who knows what rewards it might entail."

3RD IMPERIAL SECTOR ARMY

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• 52,900 Stormtroopers
• 94,556 Army Troopers
• 8x All Terrain Armored Transports
• 32x All Terrain Scout Transports
• 12x All Terrain Scout Transports Mk iii
• 18x All Terrain Anti-Aircraft
• 36x S-1 FireHawke Heavy Repulsortanks
• 90x 2-M Saber-class Repulsortanks
• 12x Self-Propelled Heavy Artillery
• 36x Self-Propelled Medium Artillery
• 28x Heavy Artillery Platforms
• 58x Mobile Artillery
• 84x M850 Artillery Howitzers
• Total: 147,456 Infantry
• Total: 196 Armored Vehicles
• Total: 218 Artillery Units

ACTIONS

Spoiler

Landing entire army at four different LZs (Each landing party is similar in troop and vehicle quantity, nearly identical) in each hemisphere, no engagement.

 

[Jack Anderson]

Location: Concord Dawn surface
Allies: Please? (Dominion) [member="Cairyn Midore"]
Enemies: Death Watch terrorists and supporters
Objective: Harass the DW & Co
Tag list

Spoiler

[member="Jhiaga Shiwr"] [member="Corso"] [member="Aden Dral"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Mesh'la Dral"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Amaya Verd"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Jastor Husk"]

They had just broken atmosphere as the kid finished his barrage of questions, and he had to shout to answer them.

"WE'LL BE FIGHTING DEATHWATCH, NOT LONG AFTER THE DOMINION TOOK CONTROL OF THIS SECTOR OF SPACE, A GROUP OF MANDALORIANS WENT TERRORIST ON US AND NOW OUR JOB IS TO HUNT DOWN AS MUCH OF THE SCUM AS POSSIBLE. HOWEVER RIGHT BEFORE WE DROPPED A GALACTIC EMPIRE FLEET ENTERED THE SYSTEM AND STARTED LANDING TROOPS, ESTIMATES PUT THIER NUMBERS BETWEEN A HUNDRED THOUSAND AND TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND PLUS SUPPORT PERSONAL."

It wasn't long after Jack finished that the pod slammed into the ground and the door blew off its bolts, as Jack began to step out he could see other pods hitting the ground around them, decoys and their supplies mostly, looking up he could see other pods streaking across the sky and scattering across the world.

701st Wilderness Battalion (Devving this archived submission)
Gear

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Standard Kit X X X X X

Three of these per solder X X X X

One of these per solder in addition X X X X

One of each per group X X (Sniper variant)

My gear is identical to the other soldiers, plus a lightsaber and a verpine pistol.

Actions

Spoiler

500 men are broken into 50 groups of 10 for now and each will be conducting harassment of Deathwatch, they will not fire on Galactic Empire troops unless fired upon first, however once proven hostile they will conduct harassment on them as well. One Group will attempt to make peaceful contact with the Galactic Empire in order to determine the situation.

Other than the 10 with me they will mostly be background noise dealing no significant damage or taking no significant loses.