The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[Darth Exode]

Thankful that the Beastmaster who had taken the time to shoot her in her busy schedule of Beast Taming was dead, Ravana continued her ruination ofbthe Nightsister line: they all got cut, their reflexes and their attack times too slow to kee up with the Lithe woman, as she darted in and about their lines, cutting this way and that. Each blow was only a small cut, skin deep, and never lethal, which made them call out and writhe in pain, music to Ravana's ears. When a sister rose, they were cut down by another cut, until they learnt to stay down and not rise again. The most stubborn of them had only six cuts, and she couldn't move without being in pain.

"Found what we are looking for yet, my dear?" She called out to [member="Grace Darkson"], when she was done with most of the Nightsisters, the others too close to the Rancors for comfort, lightly giggling at the dazed look on the ones near the undamaged Rancor, and the ones near the dying Rancor, trying not to get trampled or crushed

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune nodded to Kal.

"It can be hard to tell," he replied "Sentient beings are odd, to be honest."

He shrugged at the end in a very sentient gesture of confusion. Dune could seldom understand humans at times. Bith could understand droids like Kal more easily. Bith tended to place logic as a central thing as much as a droid.

When the Matriach spoke Dune listened. It was time to face what had to be faced. He set down his utensils and made his way to the fire with [member="Alyson Halle"]. This was their test.

Some sort of substance was thrown onto the fire in what seemed a ritual gesture. Dune said nothing and waited. The the spirit pipe was presented and first Alyson drew from it. Then it was his turn.

He drew from it and took the smoke into his lung. It burned and he too coughed. Soon enough it's effects took hold of him. He found himself fading from the dining place...and he was then in a place of darkness beside the younger woman.

[member="Cundi"]

 

[Cundi]

Alyson was now laughing uncontrollably, saying she got "a rip from dat gan-jah".

What?

Dune had now retired from the timeless sport of lying face-down and had now drawing circles in the mud.

This gave Kal an idea. A cheeky one, but an idea nonetheless. He picked up some mud from the ground and wrote GANJA GIRL on Alyson's forehead.

The witches shook their heads.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 6

The Nightsister wasn't talking, So Grace had to do it the hard way. She dug into the woman's mind, tearing through her memories, pulling apart her psyke until she found what she was looking for. A location.

And then the Nightsister retaliated.

Her mental probe was deep enough into the woman's mind that the effort brought pain to Grace, but she managed to escape before the trap closed. The Nightsister clutched her head, screaming. She'd destroyed her own mind in the process, and was now probably going to die. The Vahla dropped to her knees, exhausted. She had to keep going. She had to push on.

They were still an hour away from their destination, and still had a long ways to go. "Onto the living rancor." she spoke, her voice parched. Forcing her legs to remain under her, she walked to the base of the creature, drawing the currents of the Darkside to her. She devoured them, and Xalone flew to her hand, the blade disappearing up her sleeve. She lept, the Force carrying her onto the beast's back. She sunk into the driver's spot, laying a hand on the creature. HOME. Her command was heard, and it was all Grace could do to keep steady as the beast lurched homeward.

[member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson was relieved to see Master Ruhr pop into existence. Alyson had no idea what to expect, but something was going to happen, why else would they put them through these drugs. Her fears were realised when a darkness started encroaching on their location, they seemed to have no weapons on them, however they were clothed, which was a relief to say the least. None of their equipment came with them. The darkness came closer, and a voice echoed through the space. It seemed rather normal, if a tad unsettling at first, but soon developed into down right scary.

"Alyson, i know what you fear. You fear me greater than anything else. I a̡m ͠e͟very̧t̀hi͟n̵g̶ ͘y̧o̴u ha̕ve̢ ̴fea͞r͏ed͡ ̸s͘ince̕ chi͢ld͢h̢o͘od, Ì ̴a͘m̡ ̧your̕ ̶g̨re̢a̛test̶ ͟f͝ea͠r̵. D́ó̧̕ y̨o͜͞͞u͘ ̸̡k̵͝n̵ǫ̵w̴͟ ̧ẁ͡ha̕͡t ͘ẁ̡͝o̡͢u̶̡l̵̢҉d̛ ̀h̶a͢pṕ̀ęn҉ ̶̛́s͟h͡o̵͏̛ų͟l̴͡d̕͞ ͝͞y̡͝o͜ù͡ ̸̨̡f̶̴͝a͝i͜l ̕ţhi҉͏͏s̸͢ ̢rì̀t͟u͝a͡l̡͢?̴̴ ͠E̡҉v̧̀e̛r̛̕ý̢t̶̵h̨i҉n̵̢g̡̛ ͜yo̕̕ų ̛͞h̛͘a̵ve͠͞ ẃo̧r͞ķe̴d̛ ͘͜͡s̡͝o̴̢͘ ͘҉h̢a̴rd͘ f̀o̡͝r͘͏ ̡̢͞w̧͞ơ̴uld̸̛͜ ̢͟b҉͘͟e̸ l̀̀͟o͝s͘t,̶͟ ̢̡͟t̢͘ur̵̕n͟e͢d͏ ̸t́o ̴a҉s͢h̛͠.̷͢. Y̴̴̛O̴̧͡͠Ù̵͟ ̵͢͜͝W̴̨͘̕͠O̶̢Ù̴̵L̶̕D́͟͟ ͠҉B̵̴̕E̵̷͜͞ ̷̸̢Ą̶̕͝͞ ̷̷́͘F̴̧́͡Á̷̕͢͜Į̀́͞L̶̨͏U̡̡͜͝R҉̶É́͡.̶̀͞" as the voice said this a black cloud came out from the darkness, lowering itself in front of the pair, turning itself into a horrifying being, it looked half like a man, but it had monstrous tentacles sticking out of it, all covered in an unnatural blackness, dripping an ungodly fluid that spread darkness wherever it went. It scared Alyson to her core. This thing knew her well, it was not just any manifestation, it was her fear made manifest.

Alyson took a glup of her own saliva.

"I... I am not afraid of you." she said.

"B̶̡́͢͠Ų̸̧T̵͜͜͡ ̵̛̛Y̸̨̢͟O҉̢҉̢͠Ừ̷̴ ̧̕̕Ą̸̴́͡R̵͜E̸͜͢҉!̛̛́́͠ ͏̷̡͡Y̸̡O҉͏̵͝U̵̢ ̨͠͝F̴̵͘E̸͏͘A҉̡͟͞͝R̴̢͜͝ ̛͘̕͝Ḿ͡É̷͜͞͠ ͢M̴̨̨O̕͜҉̶́R͜͏̶Ę͟ ̴̛͏̶T̕̕͞Ḩ҉̧́͢Á͜͠͞N̵̕͘͝ ̴̢͞͠A̧͜N̛̕Ỳ̴̴̡͝T̶͘͟͡Ḩ̀͞I̧̧͠͞N͞҉҉G̴͠ ̶͠E͟͜L̷̢̧͜͝S̴͜Ȩ͜!̸͜ ̷̨Į̧̀̕͝ ̧̢́͝͡K̡̢͜͠E̶̷E̢͡P̶̷̸͡ ̶͟͜Y̶O̸͟͞Ú̶̵̶̸ ͢͠Ú̷́͠͠P̴̕͢͞ ̷̡̀E͏́̕V̡̕͘͝͡E͞҉̷͘͢R҉̕Y̵̷̵̧ ̸̢̀͘̕N̡̢I̢̢͡G̕͞H̸̛́͘Ţ͘͞,̴̨̕͢͟ ͟J̸͠U҉̷̡͜S̨T̛̕͡͝ ̸̧T̷̕H̶̴̴͏͘I҉̶Ń͝͏̢҉K҉͘I̶͘͘͟͏N̸̨͘͏G̶̢̀ ̶̧̀A̧͠B҉͏Ơ̧Ù́͞͡T̶҉̸̡͡ ̷M͏̸̨̡͝E҉̵̧͘͟.̷̶̀͢͝"

Alyson was struggling to maintain her will against this thing. It kept inching closer and closer to her, the more she feared it, the closer it could get, Lord knows what happens when it gets to her.

[member="Dune Rhur"]

 

[Darth Exode]

She finished off the job, leaving a clearing full of screaming sisters, all writhing in pain, calling out for their Mother to Save them, and a dying Rancor, roaring it's last. From her position, Ravana ran and jumped, joining [member="Grace Darkson"] on the Hypnotised Rancor, her Aura and Musk helping to keep it under the suggestion.

"I can't wait to see the Night Mother again. She was quite rude to me, even though I saved one of her "Daughters". Stole some Lightsabers from her in return. Things were only good for scrap." Ravana said with a Grin. "I wonder if Jasjah will be there. It would be fun to see the girl I saved yet again... I might even decide to spare her. Who knows..." this was punctuated with a nonchalant shrug and a smirk, that looked slightly malicious.

 

[Dune Rhur]

[member="Alyson Halle"] was there for a moment and then she wasn't. He hadn't even turned his gaze yet it was as if he'd blinked. That was impossible. Bith could not blink.

Instead he was alone in some formless place. It wasn't dark here nor was it light. He could still see perfectly well somehow. Then it coalesced into something more familiar.

It was like waking up from a dream according to humans who'd told him of it. A fog lifted up from his vision and he was in something resembling a normal room. Except if he looked to closely things seemed to not...fit...somehow.

Shapes were off in the background and colours were warped. Beyond that things faded into the fog he'd 'woken' from. He found himself sitting across a table. Before him was a familiar shape.

Another Bith. He looked in confusion and shook his head as if to clear something obscuring his eyes. Not just any Bith. It was...himself.

But it wasn't himself exactly. It was his face in a military uniform such as an Admiral would wear. The face smiled at him in a not altogether friendly way. It spoke in his voice to him.

"So glad you decided to join me," said Dune across the table "I was starting to wonder. But you're here and that's what matters. Now tell me, have you thought about what we discussed last time we spoke?"

The true Dune said nothing for a long moment.

"What...,"

"Oh, I forget. It's been some time since we last spoke," the other said "But you remember me from Malachor. I even left you something to remember me by."

Dune touched scars left by his Trial of Knighthood years ago beneath his clothes. Every time he saw them he remembered. He recounted his own face speaking to him of glory. If only he chose to succumb.

"I remember," the true Dune spoke up finally "I remember how you offered me promises of glory."

The other grinned savagely and nodded.

"Ah, very good!," it began "So you've thought on it. Perhaps you're read-"

"No," the Jedi said shaking his head in denial.

"Come now, Dune, you know you could. You know you want to. Think of it. With your power, your intellect, you could do what you have always wanted. You could bring peace and order to the galaxy!"

 

[Alyson Halle]

The beast lurched ever closer to Alyson, she could fear its fould presence from where she stood, she wanted to run away, but she found herself incapable, she could not move her legs. She felt a fear rush over her, she was out of control, there as nothing she could do, she was stuck letting this thing reach her. Her fear had gotten the better of her. There was nothing she could do now.

"YǪU͟͟͏ ͞HAVE̕ ͞FA͞Ì́L̶E̢̛D Y͞͞O̕͞U͘͏̴R͠ ̶̧̛F̕R҉̧͡I͟E̸͢N̡͘D̸́͝S̕͢ ̛͟T҉OO̸ ̛A҉̷L̨͡Y̸̡S̢͝O͘N̵̛!̸̴͜ ͞Y̴Ǫ̕͜Ú͜R̴̕ ̀F́͟RIE͜ND̵̨S̶ ̸̴W͢I̛̕Ĺ͘L̛̀ ҉̛S͘EE̴͜͡ ̨Y̸͞͏O̸̧U͠҉̴ ̧A͏S ̧A ̷F̛AÌ͜L͠UŖ̀́Ȩ͝, ͏Y҉̨O͢U̡ ̷W̶̵͠I̶Ĺ̕L͟ F̶͝A̕͟I̡L͘͠͠ ͟͝T͠H͜E̴͞ ̷̡̀R̴͡I͏̀͜T̶U͟Á̵L̴͟͟!̧ E̶̕͠V̴E̶̡R͝Y̴Ơ͜N̛͝E W̷̡I҉̧L̛͞L ̴L͏̛̕Ò̧Ǫ̨K̷ ̛͜D̷̨͢Ơ̴W̸̨N͘ ̵̷O̡N̴̢̧ ̷̀͝Y̵͢OU ͟A҉S̨̕͢ ̀A ͘͠F̸A͟͢I͜͞L͏ED̶̨ ͝P͟͏̵E͘͘R̶̶̷S͏̷Ó́͟N̴! ́Y̧O̸̢U͢͠ ̶̧͠HAV͟E̶̴͢ ̶̧͡F҉̵́AI͜LE̢D̢͜.̵ ̶͝Y̵͘O͟Ú ̡̛͠K͝NO͘҉W͜ I̧T̸̷̕ ͡D̸Ȩ̵͢ȨP̷̷͡ ̵͜͞D͘͝OWN,͡ ͞Y̡O͝U̷͟ ͜JUS̢̕T̛͜ ͞Ŗ͠͞E͟͏͞F̢US̸̨͜E̵̢ ̵T̀́O͢ ̴̸̧ACC̛͠͏EP̀T̶ ͡I͡͠T̡.͘҉ ̕͝Y͘O̸U͜҉ ͏͘H̸A̧͢V̴̨È̛ ́S̷̛͡E҉̛T͟͞ ̡Y̵O̡U͘͘҉R ̨̢̕SE̴LF̴͝͞ ̴UP ͘͡F̧O̸̧̧R̡ ̢͝FA͢͜Ì͠L͞U̶R҉E̵̛ ͟S̷̨͠Ì͠͠NCE͜ ̛͜T͜HE͜ ͡VER̷Y̕ ̴B̶͢E͝G͠IǸN̶̢ÍN͝Ǵ!̡̛͞" The beast said.

Alysons heart was beating out of her chest, fear was over taking her, fear had turned into pain, it was one short step away from suffering. Another presence exerted itself however, Alyson could feel it in the back of her mind, a silver mist came out of the darkness, this time taking the form of The Lord himself, the one who had started her down this path many years ago. When he spoke, he spoke in a calm and collected voice, almost a whisper, it was comforting, relaxing.

"You have not failed yet. You know the feeling inside you, it has kept you going the whole time. You have always known that in your heart, you can never be a failure, the only ones who have failed are the ones who stopped trying. Do not let the beast overtake you, the only thing that matters at the end of the day, was that you tried. Nothing more, nothing less."

"WH҉A̸̕͞T̶̴ B҉̶͟R͘I̕͢ŃG̴͘S̀͘ ͟ỲO̸U H̴͢E͠Ŕ̸E ͞ǴÍLĢ̸́E̢̧N?̶ ̵͘YƠ̴U̶ ̸̧ÁRE̵ ̸B̵̀͞Ù̴T̛ ͘Á̧Ń͢ ̷̧͡AN̶̨҉T͞ C̢̧OM̵P̨̛A͠͝R̷̷͜ED̨͝ T̶Ó̵̢ ̕͟M̷Ỳ̡͢ ́́P̕O̶͠W̷ER͏.́".

"Ants are quite interesting creatures, despite their small size, they still lift dozens of times their own weight. They dont fear death, they dont fear anything, as they know that they have not failed unless everyone else fails, one ant means nothing in context of a hive, just as one persons failure means nothing to the galaxy. We like to think of ourselves as important, that everything rests on our shoulders, but the view i take is that my failure is just a way to adapt, to learn, even complete failure is an experience. Failure is Always an option. Lets hope Alyson here learns that too."

With those words The Lord faded away back into a cloud and flew off, his work was done, for now.

[member="Dune Rhur"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 7

Grace was struggling to stay awake, and it was possible she had slept for short bursts as the Rancor approached the base. She was going to nap in the medbay on the way back. K2 or Allyson could fly. She'd need to get her arm properly set, maybe even actual Force healing. An advantage of having Jedi around. After all, the Dark Side couldn't heal you.

As they got to the Nightsister camp, the Witches seemed unsurprised by their arrival. An old, frail woman, leaning heavily on a cane walked towards them. "You seek the Clan Mother."

"Yes." Grace's response was in a voice like thunder as she poured the Force into her words. "I was hoping she'd come to talk."

A tall figure rose from the circle of woman. "So you're the one who killed my daughter and her patrol. I was hoping you'd show up." She smiled. "You want us to join you?"

"Either that, or we have to destroy you." Grace replied. There was a hint of remorse in her voice.

"I sense you don't wish to do so. Join us, Grace." The witch swayed back and forth. "Join us, and share in our knowledge. Join us, and fear no lightsider. Join us, and be free." A quiet chanting started, and the Vahla swayed back and forth.

[member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune sat for a long moment and considered his own thoughts. His own words and feelings were there to confront him. It bothered him especially because there was truth to it. He'd never really buried these desires.

This arrogant desire to impose peace upon everything. To use his powers to instate his enlightened rule over the galaxy. Who better than himself? He had the Force and the intellect of a superior species.

"You see," the other cooed to him "I know you, Dune. I am you. You can't ever be rid of me so just accept me. Accept the truth: you should take charge. These others are clearly not fit."

The Jedi remained quiet and it seemed to encourage his opposite member.

"Do it, you are the best candidate," it egged it's counterpart on "What stops you besides your own dross morality?"

"That's just it," the true Dune finally replied "It's not just about us."

The other's mouth turned down in a frown. The true Dune was finally acknowledging this as part of himself. Yet it was not how he wanted.

"Oh, I admit you are there. You were always there. I tried to make believe you were gone but I really can't be rid of you."

He held up a finger to forestall the other one.

"But I can remember I am just one being. I may have gifts but I have obligations too. I must listen to others and what they wish. We are all part of the Force and we all have a voice. None being greater than any other."

He smiled to the other.

"So you see, I can't do just what you want. What part of me wants. There's more too it than my own selfish desires."

 

[Darth Exode]

Ravana giggled, and it echoed throughout the Immediate area. "Oh Night Mother. I remember you making me a similar offer. But..." she smirked as she blasted the area with her Aura, pumping it full of her rudimentary Sith Magic, making the Lavender mist that was her power visible to the air, as it coiled and wafted through the area, encircling the little prayer group.

"I would suggest you accept our terms, dear sweet Night Mother... or this may not turn out well for you, or your sisterhood. You will surrender, or I will make you all suffer in ways that will make me synonymous with the word pain, and your sisterhood synonymous with suffering and pain." Her usual smile was gone. It was now the visage of vengeance, like a terrible god, it's face shadowed over its subjects, as her Mist also surrounded [member="Grace Darkson"], to try and ensure that The Night Mother didn't try anything, with her. Ravana knew she was powerful, but she somehow doubted she could take on all of the Coven at once. Well, there was only one way to learn if she could. To Try.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

Throughout the chorus of chaos and the excitement of Dominion a lone unnoticed being quickly moved through the ruined lower class streets of what used to be Keldabe, the Mandalorian capital city, or at least its outskirts. Clad in concealing wrappings, robes, and cloaks, whatever armor he was wearing was hidden as stopping by a wall near one of the major streets he took out a hyper-can of dura-spray paint in the color of "Sith saber red"

Tssssshh

There was the hiss of paint being unleashed upon the wall, the figure quickly doing its task in the wake of Dominion's presence around the planet, around the sector, before he dashed away once more, disappearing in the ruins and what survived of the city after the Cataclysm, leaving behind only those hastily painted words,

 

[Zef Halo]

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Mandalore.

It had been some time since the cataclysm that had torn the planet asunder. Recently, a project by a few good men had restored some sort of balance upon the planet. There were no more constant volcano eruptions, so that was a good start.

Nonetheless, at this moment that did not matter much to Jaig. His mind was elsewhere.

A gracious brush across the wall concluded that the painting had been recent. The Mandalorians were rebellious, independent people. They had undergone numerous occupations over their almost eternal existence and they had always prevailed. Always survived.

Death Watch would fight till the last man standing.

:: The fleets are moving into position in the system, vod. :: A radio transmission cut his thoughts short. :: We have been reactivating defenses that survived the cataclysm and trying to restore those that were severely damaged. Manda'yaim, Concord Dawn, Concordia - all those capable to fight and willing to fight are either ready or almost ready. ::

:: Any word from Wayland? ::

:: Nothing yet. Our long range hyperspace arrays are in the process of being fixed but it may take a while. ::

:: Understood. :: Jaig cut the transmission short and issued a rally command to those that still remained of his clan.

:: Brothers and Sisters. The jai'galaar's time has come. ::​

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Spoiler

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Andy Rodarch"] [member="Ashtah Ordo"] [member="Jhiaga Shiwr"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Nymeria Vizsla"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Set Vizsla"] [member="Tiberius Spar"] [member="Xeroth Nithion"]​

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Credits to [member="Kiran Vess"] for the Death Watch symbol image.[/spoier]​

 

[Kenrath]

Location:Bastion
Objective: Assist Death Watch
Allies: Death Watch, TSA, [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"]
Enemies:Anyone not an Ally

Spoiler: Ship, Force, and Equipemnt

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107558-xoxaan-ii-class-star-destroyer/(With 1 MAACIV Docked Ven +300)
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107265-maaciv/(X10 with 400 Troopers per ship)
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107713-sith-ascendancy-trooper-armour/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107729-tsa-sar-41-multi-purpose-assault-rifle/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107736-tsa-sab-032-multi-purpose-sidearm/

Spoiler: Vengeance's Personal Equipment.

Standard Robes
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/30650-obsidian-lightsabre/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/80150-tactical-fighting-blade/

Vengeance left the Circle Chambers headed for his ship the Scarlet Flame. The Sith Ascendency was sending a Force to assist in and around the Mandalore Sector. He could care less about the Mandalore Sector or the Death Watch for that matter. All he cared about was the Circle wanted to help them and Vengeance would finally get back to the battlefield. He grabbed his comlink and got a hold of the Captain of the Scarlet Flame.

"Captain get the Task Force prepped and ready for War. You have two hours. Meet me on the bridge when it is done to receive orders."

Vengeance also sent a message to Anya Loma to prepare for War and met him and Captain on the bridge.


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Two hours later

Vengeance reached the Scarlet Flame in time to see the last of this Troops boarding the last of the ships. Boarding the Scarlet Flame he immediately made his way to the Bridge getting some varying looks from the crew. Vengeance really didn't mind it at all. This would be the first time they had been deployed together and weird looks were to be expected. As the doors to the Bridge opened Vengeance began speaking.

"Captain our destination is the Mandalore Sector. We have a vested interest in seeing who controls the sector and our allies have requested assistance." Order are to Jump into the Sector, assess it's status, and deploy ground troops accordingly. Any intel we can gather will be updated en-route. We are also expecting more Circle Lords to provide assistance as well but I don;t have solid numbers. So check your targets against updated and updating IFF signatures."

Vengeance paused waiting for any questions while the crew initiated the jump to their destination.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Location:Bastion
Objective: Assist Death Watch
Allies: Death Watch, TSA, [member="Vengeance"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"]
Enemies: those that shoot me?

War
It was in her blood
It was her way of life
She enjoyed it

When the call came from her master to gear up for war she wasted zero time in getting armor and retrieving her saber. She was quite excited but kept herself calm knowing that she was representing her master...whom she had recently failed and was still being punished for...never the less she would make him proud and bring honor to herself

The hours went by fast as she stood beside her master, medium armor on her as she rolled her shoulder and looked around at the men boarding, she didn't think he had this much at his disposal...it was a glorious sight for sure...she couldn't wait for the sounds of war to once again surround her...

 

[Gharis Vevut]

Location: Mandalore

Objective: Preparing the defenses

Allies: Death Watch [member="Vengeance"] [member="Anya Loma"]

Gharis casually strolled into the military compound with his rifle held down at his hip. Two Death Watch operatives flanked him on either side. They had their weapons ready though there had been no guards to greet them at the security gate they'd entered through. The outdoor duracrete staging area within the walls was large, large enough to hold several sizable transports if need be but at the moment it was empty. There was a hangar to the left with its bay doors closed, but they moved right instead towards the building next to the hangar with a massive satellite array built atop it.

The door into the bunker had been magnetically sealed, but they had a laser cutter with them that made short work of it. When the crinkling and sparking of searing metal gave way to the crash of the cut-out piece being pushed from the rest of the door, they went single file into the opening.

It was pitch black inside, save for the light shining through their hole in the door. Without words, they all switched on their helmet's headlamps.

"Someone get the power on" Gharis finally spoke. "I'll handle the diagnostics on the planetary defense cannons" Gharis hoped that they would still be functional, however given the damage to the planet, they'd be lucky if they could get any of them online with the flip of a switch.

As the two other Mandos spread out in search of the electrical facilities that would hook the bunker into what was left of Mandalore's power grid, Gharis opened his comms to report on their status to [member="Jaig Vizsla"].

"Vode, we've entered the defensive command center. Its still shuttered as expected. We'll have information on our weapon systems shortly. No Rang'ade aruetiise spotted yet, but if they show up we'll drive them back."

 

[Kalius Aegrus]

Location: High Orbit, Mandalore
Objective: Fortify Dominion positions and assets.
Allies: The Dominion
Foes: The Deathwatch, The Sith Ascendancy ([member="Gharis Vevut"], [member="Anya Loma"], [member="Vengeance"], [member="Jaig Vizsla"], [member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"])
Gear: See bio.

It was time for the kings of battle to show up. Arriving in style was their thing.

A pair of modernized Permanence-class battleships lurched out of hyperspace to orbit Mandalore. Both of them affectionately dubbed the Iron Father and the Archlord's Fist deactivated their hyperdrives and immediately switched to sublight engines. Weapons were primed, bristling about the hull of each battleship. Kalius and his little warfleet had been summoned upon special request by [member="The Archlord"] himself. It was a mission of establishing a forward base of operations, meeting with the remaining populace, and rendering whatever humanitarian aid deemed necessary.

Kal thought it a fat load of Sithspit.

"Helm, take us over the planet directly. I want all Peacekeeper companies readied and primed for forward ops. Prepare to dispatch a prefabricated garrison." The Lord Captain called across the bridge. "I want this to be a smooth and painless as possible."

There wasn't any way in hell that anything bad could happen today. Sure the Mando'ade had been subjugated before but that New Mandalorian regime seemed tons more peaceful than their predecessors. However, he knew all of that changed once the world had been rocked by never before during that cataclysm. Kalius hadn't been around for that, and for that he was grateful. It was tough stuff and the boys in beskar weren't known for being soft, that's for sure.

"Lord Captain," one of the deck watch officers approached before snapping a brisk salute. "All Peacekeeper companies are ready for deployment. Orders?"

"Outskirts of Keldabe. At least two klicks away. Get some supply stations and medical areas set up." Kal replied, scratching at his cybernetic eye with a gauntleted hand. "Have the combat troops set up behind them. Defensible positions. We're probably gonna be here for a hot minute."

The deck officer rendered another salute before relaying the orders. The cogs of the Dominion's imperialistic war machine churned quickly. Fighters and service ships deployed, settling into light patrol formations. Peacekeepers and their humanitarian brethren deployed through dropships. Prefabs didn't take long to erect. The combat engineers and their kin would hopefully have the thing hastily erected within an hour or two. Nothing substantial just yet.

The last thing he wanted was to be here longer than needed. The Dominion had bigger fish to fry.

 

[Lunarius Admonis]

[SIZE=11pt]Lunarius was busy staring out of the ship canopy of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Archlord’s Fist [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]at the planet below when the call came. Klaxons wailed and the cyborg received a transmission via his heavily altered mind. Isolated terrorist attacks were being reported from the planet below. Strange armored men were spotted around former defensive positions and now the Primarch was being sent to investigate. He would deal with them swiftly. He would crush all opposition and destroy any who stood in his path. With hands clasped behind his back Lunarius turned swiftly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Ten foot tall behemoth had to stoop low as he made his way through the ship corridors. Men and women raced to and fro preparing to man their battle stations. Many paused to stare at the behemoth as he passed. Lunarius payed them no heed. Lunarius entered the armory where several technicians awaited him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Lord Protector, your armor is ready,” Lunarius merely nodded and outstretched his massive arms.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He was already equipped with the thermal base of his suit, but it would take a comprehensive team of engineers to attach the plates and servos. Lunarius waited impatiently as the engineers torched and drilled him into a massive set of power armor. As they finished a priest of the sacred order entered bringing with him incense and holy water. The priest set the incense down atop a crate of munitions and dipped a small pestle into the holy water. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Blessed is our Primarch,” The water splashed across Lunarius’s armored frame[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Blessed are the weapons that he graces,” The water splashed the weapons that adorned his hip.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Mighty father Mephirium watch and protect our Lord’s soul as he smites the heretic. Damned are the enemies of the Dominion. Condemned to Oblivion for their sins. Blessed are our soldiers who die in your name. They fight for your glorious vision and so that we may live free of the tyranny and war that has wracked the galaxy throughout the ages. Blesse-,” The priest paused as the behemoth raised an armor clad hand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Enough priest, prepare my legion,” Lunarius said, his voice like that of a growling dog.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“At once my lord,” The priest raced to do Lunarius’s bidding.[/SIZE]

 

[Dune Rhur]

Location: Orbit over Mandalore
Objective: Assist the Dominion
Allies: [member="Kalius Aegrus"] [member="Lunarius Admonis"] The Dominion
Enemies: The Sith Ascendancy, Deathwatch

The Jedi Master Dune Rhur had arrived from Dathomir to see Mandalore. He had heard it was bad. What it's own sons and daughters had done to the world. These so-called Deathwatch terrorists had nuked their own planet.

He had come here to help too. To heal those beings still living on the surface. When he looked on the surface from high orbit he couldn't help but feel sad. For those who simply wanted to live a life and raise a family.

Instead others needed to play their power games. They were simply being selfish with their silly political ideologies. Never did they stop to see the fact that they hurt their own so-called brothers and sisters. The Dominion was here to right these wrongs.

Even if certain extremists didn't like it they were needed. The Dominion had the credits needed to help fix that these terrorists had done. Unfortunately some elements would rather their people lived in a wasteland full of fallout. All for 'freedom'.

Except the Dominion would restore autonomy to the Mandalorian people once things were repaired. Naturally extremists were never known for compromise. Or thinking in general. Beyond blowing things up.

The relatively small Bith looked to the towering human male. A man of his duty. Someone who knew honour. Like the Mandalorian sons and daughters of years past.

"All is well, Lord Captain Aegrus?," he asked as he strode up beside the man.

 

[Meraal Vaun]

Location: Mandalore

Objective: Preparing the defenses

Allies: Death Watch [member="Gharis Vevut"] Vengeance Anya Loma

Meraal hadn't been in a scrap in a while, and what better time to get back into action than when the fate of the glorious wasteland Mandalore was on the line? Meraal and his group had been tasked with restoring old defenses left over from the previous Mandalorian defense grid, with a mando by the name of Gharis Vevut leading the group. The defenses around the old facility were rather disappointing, and the group had practically just strolled right into the joint. "Someone get the power on", said Gharis. And with that, Meraal broke of from Gharis's left flank and began looking for light switches in the dark.

Well, if I were a light switch in a dark and abandoned facility.. where would I be? Upon further investigation of the left wall running along the room, Meraal found an elevated platform with what looked like some kind of generator or console along the wall, but more importantly he found what looked like light controls. "Let me just give these switches a flip. Switches love flips.", Meraal mumbled to himself. And with that a small light lit up in the chamber the three commandos had been investigating. "Hey boss! I think I found a light! Come check these consoles out!"