The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[Zef Halo]

MANDALORE

"These might very well be the consoles for the World Guardian Shield." Jaig's voice came from behind Vevut and Vaun's backs. The Old Fang [member="Rach Vizla"] of Clan Vereen had been quite supportive of the Death Watch. The man was not around but he had left behind him the access codes of various defenses he had supervision of.

Whether these were the controls for the planetary shield still remained a mystery. They had to find out. He had more concerns with the other part of the defensive grid the Old Fang employed, such as the Tra'kranak.

He knew that a remote activation although possible was both risky and very hard. Maybe even impossible. Everything with its time.

His fellow Death Watch brothers were inspecting the dusty consoles when a transmission broke through in everyone's helmet HUD.

:: The aruetii have arrived. We've detected battleships reverting out of hyperspace in the system and shuttles on a landing course towards Keldabe. ::​

​

Jaig's cold T-visor stare fell upon his fellow brethren in the dark room. "Our guests have arrived earlier than expected. Proceed with what we can do here."

"Afterwards, we are going hunting."

[member="Meraal Vaun"] | [member="Gharis Vevut"]​

[member="Vengeance"] | [member="Anya Loma"]​

[member="Kalius Aegrus"] | [member="Lunarius Admonis"] | [member="Dune Rhur"]​

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Concord Dawn
Allies: Deathwatch, TSA ([member="Gharis Vevut"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"] [member="Anya Loma"]@Vengeance)
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Defend my lawn

There were a many advantages the Deathwatch had in the Mandalore sector. This was their home once upon a time, and they knew its terrain very well. They walked through its halls, explored every corner, and made a room out of it. They knew more of it then the Dominion when they came crawling through their home and tried to exploit it for its own selfish purposes.

Originally, the plan was for Munin Clansmen to ditch Concord Dawn and flee from the system to Dxun but what kind of Mandalorian would retreat without even firing a shot?

A cowardly one.

And when the call was given by Jaig, with Vilaz's permission, to stand their ground there was no way Lok was going to tuck tail and leave. The young Munin wasn't as serious as his adopted father. He was rebellious, he was indifferent, and he was a punk. Some would ask themselves if Lok only pretended to be a Mandalorian which really didn't bother him because he knew he was Mandalorian deep down despite not being conceived as one. Sure, he smoked spice and did some unlawful things in several systems but he knew what he was in the end.

"Dawn is ready and prepared, Alor," the outlaw said to Jaig, his commander, with his helmet on via hologram. He hoped that the Vizsla appreciated the youngster to not see him smoking a joint, but he expected otherwise.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Location: Mandalore
Objective: Depredation
Allies: The Dominion(?)
Enemies: The Mandalorians

Equipment: Sith Sword │ Armor │ Side Arm │

Mandalore.

A planet ran rampant with war for millennia, brought to the ground by extremism and jaded interests. Innocent blood was something the dry soil had not seen in a very long time, and likely wouldn’t for even longer considering the current political landscape they faced. Nobody that died today would be innocent in any fragmented description of the word, and that fit everyone whose blood would be spilled whole heartedly.

Today, Mandalore would run crimson with the blood of Sin. Not the hesitant gray area untold numbers of the galaxy assumed to be the sinful, but direct and unadulterated forsaken. They held no love in their heart for life, and the very essence of their soul boiled down to the heart wrenching pain of damnation. There was no saving the walking dead, and it was these men and women who knew what they were that walked today.

Primeval Crusaders ran rabid with the thought of blood as they waited on the darkened surface of the aged and historic planet. The two factions had a long history of war, one that the Mandalorians would not soon forget. Brought to their knees by the abysmal forces they were, how could they? If it weren’t for the infighting the Warlords rendered unto themselves, The Outer Rim would be nothing more than a wasteland of dogmatic pragmatism the likes of which had never been seen in the galaxy.

And so The Slave waited, dawned in his armor of ash and titian. He was armed to the teeth for war, not for the sake of The Dominion, but for the sake of war itself. Fire that burnt hotter than the ever consuming sun could only be found in the heat of battle, brought to full blaze by the anger of her contenders. In it, you could find the truth in any personality; the very essence of who it was that lay at the end of your blade.

The Slave didn’t care for honor, pride, nor the sanctimonious drivel that ran dry at the rate The Dominion spoke of it. To live in peace was a lie, and he knew this. To consider it even a possiblity in the ever evolving landscape that was the galaxy was foolhardy; but none of this was his concern today.

No, he sought pleasure in its most righteous form. Men would die by his blade, and with them they would see the grand scheme of being outclassed; to witness perfection incarnate. Retribution made manifest was he, the ever nameless who carried a sword of song and a mouth full of blood. The words he spoke were final, his actions eternal; and he’d lay these truths on the heel of each Mandalorian he came across.

When they sought freedom, he sought apocalypse.

There would be no salvation.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Dropping in.
Allies: Death Watch, Kill Team Bravo
Enemies: Dominion

The pod hissed eerily, though all within sat silent.

It thrashed though space, yet they were calm. Each of the warriors within sat with heads bowed, eyes closed, and minds at ease. The battlefield was a familiarity to sons of Manda'yaim. When it came time to make their mother planet a combat zone, she welcomed them with open arms.

Freshly spilled blood would renew life across the war torn fields. From the ashes of the old, new life would grow. Thus did the cycle continue, forever.

His eyes flashed open as he felt it, far beneath them. On the surface, vode prepared for war. All around them, aruteii fell from hyperspace and readied to defend a planet they foolishly called their own. Lambent, ice blue eyes fixed straight ahead.

"You are not at peace, Brother," one of the others spoke at last. Alkor turned his gaze toward the other warrior, clad in the aliit'gam of Clan Verd. The symbology of the Ram was testament to their progenitor's unrelenting fury. The helmet itself was stamped with their sigil. Something darker, however, loomed beneath. "Do you fear what may happen?"

Alkor's gaze moved slowly toward the other Verd, unblinking. "Death comes for all men," he replied. "It is not to be feared, but embraced."

The warrior bowed his head in reverence. Alkor lifted his buy'ce. "This duty falls to us," his voice shifted as the machinery distorted it.

"We accept our duty," they intoned with one voice.

The drop pod lurched violently, and heat intensified around them. Gravity wreathed their insides with its greedy fingers and wrenched at them. They checked their magazines one last time.

"Manda'yaim belongs to the Mando'ade," another Verd chimed in. "We will take it back."

They hit the ground, and the impact ripped through all of them. The pod decompressed, and hydralics spat steam as the doors slid slowly open. The first man was out in seconds.

Gunfire rained across the battlefield, and as his HUD flickered to life, Alkor saw the field of corpses and flame that Mandalore had become. "For Mand'alor!" came a scream across his comm.

Alkor watched the man gunned down not five meters away. "Get to cover," he commanded. "The mission is paramount."

 

[Lunarius Admonis]

[SIZE=11pt]Lunarius moved through the halls of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Archlord’s Fist[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] at a brisk pace. He watched as men manned the broadside cannons and prepared for whatever may come. The Dominion had yet to deploy anything but humanitarian forces. Now reports were coming in full. The Mandalorians would have none of it. The lightly guarded aid teams were being attacked by the highly trained Mandalorian commandos. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now it was time to deploy the full force of the Dominion. It was time to rock these toy soldiers to the core. Their petty beliefs and senseless code of honor would not protect them from Lunarius’s wrath. He would fall upon them like a tsunami. He and his forces would wreak destruction on the Mandalorian kill teams the likes of which had not been seen since the Mandalore schism. He would bring them hell. Lunarius turned into the hangar and prepared to address his troops amassed below. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Soldiers of the five oh first! You are the most elite the Dominion has to offer! Trained and bred for war! Steel yourself for the battle to come. The Civilian population has long since left this wasteland of a planet, so you needn’t worry about friendly fire. We will fall upon this planet with the righteous fury of Mephirium,” Lunarius roared and was greeted in turn with the same fervor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We will rock this planet to it’s core! We will bring them a new apocalypse! We will purge the heretics from this world and bring them the one true faith! We will show them the error of their ways and redeem them in holy fire! The crucible of combat will bring about a new golden age for Mandalore!” Luanrius cried and his face strained as spittle flew from his gaping maw.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“One where it is not settled by warmongering savages, but by the peace loving people of Mephirium! We will turn their bones to dust! Bury them in the iron coffins they call beskar! We will [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]CRUSH[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] them!” Lunarius thundered and raised his hand high into the air as he finished.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Hundreds of cries erupted from the throats of the soldiers below [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hail Mephirium!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Death to the heretic!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“For the Dominion!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The zeal was palpable. Such was the strength of Lunarius’s legion. Their righteousness was absolute. Their loyalty unquestioning. They would complete whatever task given to them, fight to the last man if need be, they would never give up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Go now my brothers! Board the Gunships and prepare for a dangerous descent!” Lunarius cried to the troops.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The soldiers did as they were told and Lunarius watched as the masses milled about. Despite their fervor to do as their lord willed they were still trained professionals. Like starving wolves, they gained more pleasure in the kill, but remained a cohesive pack. The last of the troops boarded the ships and Lunarius walked through the length of the hangar.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Gunships idled everywhere. Engineers made last arrangements to make sure the vessels were flight worthy. The ships were given the green light and Lunarius boarded the one closest to the blast doors. He wanted to be the first one into the fray.[/SIZE]

 

[HK-36]

Meanwhile,

Out in space surrounding Mandalore, a lone stealth transport was motionless within the void between stars, watching the battle unfolding in patient silence. It was the Knight of Eclipse, HK's personal stealth transport, and aboard the ancient droid was with his crew of honor guard Greycloaks, his own copies.

"So it comes to pass that the Dominion and Death Watch butt their heads over old Mandalore, it was not that long ago that Death Watch tried to take the planet from control of True Mandalorians and dropped a nuke on Keldabe."

HK reminiscent from behind the transparisteel viewport of the ship,

"They gained more followers after the Cataclysm, a tide of extremists seeking vengeance or any way possible to revitalize the Clans."

"Well it might be just the enemy Mandalorians were looking for, neither Jedi nor Sith, militaristic and expanding quickly, and now trying to spread influence over their ancient homeworld. Either way, this war does not concern us."

The droid pointed out to his fellow machines,

"If the Death Watch allied themselves with Sith once more and Dominion oppose them, then normally I would help the Dominion fight them. However, considering last time I tried to come to their aid their soldiers fired upon me and got in the way of me hunting the Sith to the point of helping them, the Death Watch is not the only one seeking vengeance."

As HK spoke he turned around in his seat to look at the Greycloaks, the machines were currently occupied with preparing the small armory they brought with them aboard for any upcoming combat,

"Why are you telling us this, we already know it."

"We literally have the same mind as you."

"Listen, sometimes I just want to say exposition, alright?"

The machine turned around to look out of the viewport again,

"When I am bored I like to imagine I am just some character in some sort of semi-decent fan-fiction story and there is someone else experiencing this conversation by reading about it, I just want them to be caught up when it comes to my views on this conflict and how pissed I am at the Dominion for disrupting my fight against the Sith."

"That is so insane."

"Whatever. We hold our position until Causstik and his Trandoschans join the fight, that scaled dog is not usually too far from the leash of his masters. Otherwise I suppose we will just spectate, looks like the combat will begin soon."

One of the Greycloaks moved towards the screen,

"I think I see some Sith ships there, we could always grab one of those."

"I suppose."

"Or the closest Dominion vessel."

"Well, yes that is an option as well."

 

[Mishka Larraq]

LOCATION: Larraq Homestead, a few miles outside of Keldabe
MISSION: Call for backup and investigate reports of hostile Aruetii on Manda'yaim
ALLIES: All True Children of Manda'yaim
ENEMIES: Sith, Jedi, Traitors, Dar'jetii, Aruetii,
The Dominion, Space Marines

The ground trembled beneath Mishka's feet as Manda'yaim grumbled her displeasure. A sensation that Mishka was slowly getting accustomed to. Even though the world, her home now and forever, was calming it's fury, the ground still shook on a regular basis. Sometimes it was nothing more than a brief tremor. Other times it was a rolling rage that lasted for several minutes and threatened to collapse the ancient buildings that made up the Larraq Homestead.

Mishka looked up from her work, sweat beading on her face and neck as she paused her work on the grinding wheel. Her gaze went far, her eyes closely watching where Rygel's shield touched the ground and kept the worst of her newly toxic world's hazards a bay. But the shield held strong, showing no signs of falter. Reassured that the shield would hold and her family would survive this quake like all the others, Mishka returned her attention to the blade she held in her hands. It was as fine an example of Mandalorian Craftsmanship as any she had ever seen, just as it was a fine example of her own family's skill at forge work. But after so many years of crafting with Beskar and Soul-Steel and the more recent discovery of Bes'manda... Making a Mandalorian Steel blade felt like making a toy.

Mishka sighed and leaned back against the old wooden chair upon which she sat. It felt cheap. Not the blade, nor the metal. But the simple act of forging a blade destined for sale to aruetii. A thing that she could not have even considered just a few brief months ago. Mishka bit her lip and silently cursed Mand'alor Munin for the ruin is negligence had brought upon the children of manda'yaim. For good measure, she cursed him again for abandoning the home of the Manda, fleeing like a coward with the rest of the traitors. Each of them were Dar'manda in Mishka's eyes.

Mishka, about to return to her work, paused as she felt her mother approaching, an obvious aura of distress around her. Mishka watched the door as her mother's slight frame filled it, a huff at her breath betraying her hurry to reach the elders within the forge. "A report on emergency channels." The older woman said with both anger and worry upon her voice. "Aruetii Star Destroyers are approaching the planet, dropships are already making for Keldabe."

Mishka's head snapped to the right, her blonde hair whipping behind the movement like the tail of a comet. Her gaze fixed firmly upon her grandfather, equal parts anger and anxiety filled her breast. The aging mando's jaw clenched, his eyes closed, and a deep breath filled his lungs as he composed himself, calming the fury Mishka could feel welling within him.

"Manda'yaim has suffered enough." He said at last. "Mishka." The old Mando'ad said, turning his steely gaze upon his granddaughter. "Call your sister home and ready the clan. We will show these Aruetii the hospitality of true Mando'ade."

Hope, excitement, and more than a bit of anxiety rushed through Mishka as she nodded at her grandfather and rushed from the forge, making her way to the emergency transmitter. The message she'd send to her sister would be short and simple. Danger approaches. Come home.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Leaving hyperspace.
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]
Enemies: people and things.
Objective: OTSD

Aedan Miles watched as the lines suddenly turned back into stars outside the viewport his ships reverting to real space as they moved a large portion of his armada breaking off towards Concord Dawn made up of 2 Wodrata-class pod carriers that were fully loaded with old Imperial drop pods instead of their standard load out and a large group of Facade-class pocket carriers that were carrying the tanks for the units aboard the Wodrata-class. The secondary group heading towards Mandalore contained a much larger vessel in the Alor-class dreadnaught Werda Kyr'am and 2 more Wodrata-class drop pod carriers. Also in its midst was an Evakmar MK 3 that sluggishly moved forward at the midst of the group carrying the walkers and APC's of the Clan Akaata militia. Aedan smirked darkly as he activated the shipwide broadcast system. "Red Fang, Drakon Regiment and Atheus report to the drop pods and prepare for primary drop on Mandalore you will be landing on the outside of Keldabe and are to progress into the center of the city taking the governmental building in the center and making it into a strong hold. I will be landing outside of the City with the Clan Akaata milita and a full battle group of the Shadow Gudan with an extra three companies in tow. From there we will either enter the city or go around it to catch the enemy forces in a pincer. We are devouting our full might to taking back Mandalore." Aedan watched as on the holoboard the other group of drop pod carriers reached Concord dawn and disgorged their cargo of pods and men down towards the planet below them a small dark smirk coming to Aedan's lips as the Facade-class shortly started towards the ground as well. He was broken from his thoughts as the Alor-class suddenly shock with the launching of its drop pods the array of pods flying down towards the City below as he saw landings taking place on both sides of it now. two pods remained on the Alor to ferry Aedan Miles and his personal guard to the surface standing the Aliit'bor made his way down the corridor of his ship towards the drop pod bay climbing into a pod that held 19 of his Dark Jedi Adepts who were mumbling amongst each other as they waited. Finally with a hiss and shuddering thud his drop pod was launched towards the surface and he was treated to the view of the Evakmar make its run towards the clearing outside of the city the Wodrata-classes drop pods flying away down towards the planet as well.

Army

Spoiler

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

 

[Poe]

​Location: Hyperspace---> En Route To Mandalore
​Objective: Assist The Mandos
​Allies: TSA, Death Watch, Mandos
​Enemies: The Dominion And Their Allies
​Equipment: The Whispers of Ghosts



The Mystic Veil, an ​Xo'Xaan II-class Star Destroyer​, hurled through hyperspace from Bastion to the planet of Mandalore, it's sole purpose to unload the special cargo aboard who had sworn to aid the Mandos in their bid to stave off the Dominion from raping their precious homeland. The Death Watch led rebellion couldn't have come at more opportune time, with the TRE unleashing it's might against them in another section of the galaxy. Timing was everything. Now the Dominion, who vowed to claim the galaxy as their own, was put to the test on two fronts.

​I was kneeling in my chamber of horrors, an addition to this warship granted to me by the Circle of Lords, feeling the effects of satisfaction from feasting upon the flesh of yet another innocent life. While I kneeled, I lost myself in a deep meditation trance; swallowing the energies of the Dark Side like I swallowed the flesh of children. This rebellion, as told by my superiors, would be brutal and bloody, both words known to my cold, dark heart like poetry in motion. War wasn't my true calling, not like my brethren who craved it like mynocks craved energy sources, but I had the skills and means to kill relentlessly; and I didn't need a battlefield to lay waste to countless masses, just a purpose and a twisted excuse to do so.

​With my eyes shut and my predator-like teeth grinding together in my chainsaw mouth, I prepared myself for the events that laid ahead. I knew not all Mandos would appreciate help from the Sith, but in the times of struggle and rebellion, only a fool would turn away prospective allies; even if it would only be temporary. Rebellions, usually, were fought by those that had a common idealistic view, but views could easily be misinterpreted and lost in translation. Regardless if those that fought side by side with you during your struggle failed to share your beliefs, it was better to have somebody by your side than fighting alone in a lost cause situation.

​I wasn't fighting for the Mandos beliefs, their struggles, or to preserve their historical culture. I was fighting for them because we both possessed a common enemy; The Dominion. The Dominion held Jedi in their ranks, and though I didn't outright hate the Jedi, as a Sith it was my sworn duty as a Sith to eradicate them from the galaxy. Also, to my surprise, this Dominion had Sith among their ranks; and this angered me more than Jedi. Sith and Jedi should never work together, so to the Sith that chose this path were traitors in my eyes; and each and everyone of them held a reservation to be crucified and bled dry, with the headless Jedi arranged around their feet as my tribulation to those who stood against me.

 

[Garza]

Location: Landing on Mandalore
Allies: Rebellion Forces, [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"], [member="The Librarian"],
Enemies: Dominion, Anti-Rebellion Forces
Objective: Rek shiz
Gear: Sword, Rifle, Sidearm, Armor, Charges,
Military Strength: The Vanguard, Thalia,

Hell had come to Mandalore. While the planet already looked like it to begin with, It was the rebelling force that sought to destroy everything that the Dominion did. Their form of Mandalorians who followed someone other than the Real Manda'lor. While I myself didn't care for this conflict in of itself, I did want to defend and aid in the Deathwatch who were a group of Mandalorians who fought beside the others, and perform raids. This is one such.

I prepared myself. Holding my helmet in one hand, and the rifle in the other, Thalia walked to me as Aedan's voice came over head with the greenlight to send everyone down. For now, the Vanguard used his vessels as a transport here. off planet? I wouldn't say no to stealing a few vehicles along the way. Nodding my head, I slipped my helmet on. Feeling the power of the force flowing through my veins. Thalia could feel it too. She smiled at me through her own set of armor.

Looking over to the pilot, I nodded.

"Set the course. Get us down there."

It seemed to take forever. It seemed to be the flack cannons and defense units on the ships were bad enough, but the planetary defenses were the worst. While they tried, Thalia and I both focused upon the force. Using force barrier around our vessel to prevent death or huge amounts of damage. With us landing hard into the ground, Thalia was the first to rush out onto the scorched ground. Already we had fire hitting as as some others were attacking.

Standing up and out onto the planet myself, I found some cover and fired back a few shots of my own from my rifle. Thalia drew her lightsaber and began to redirect fire back at the enemy forces. While the Vanguard spread out and started to head into the city.

"Contact is made. Aedan, if we pinch them, Lead your forces around to the other side. I'll push in towards the center."

The Monster of War was only growing closer to being unleashed.

 

[Gharis Vevut]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: Death Watch, [member="Meraal Vaun"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Power up the defenses

Gharis moved to the central engineering terminal as the base hummed back to life with power that surged into the lights and main computer. Gharis removed his helmet and laid it on the console while the computer booted up. Skinny, mandalorian letters scrolled by in sequence until it prompted him for a access code. Gharis fed the terminal the code supplied by Jaig and after a long moment of loading it accepted it.

The diagnostics he ran were rather grim, but there was still hope of them salvaging some of the defenses. All of the planetary guns in the sector were offline for the time being and the only positive readout he got was on the world shield. Its energy cylinders were still at 89% and all the would be required to activate it would be a manual refresh of its power banks from the generator itself.

Meanwhile, the orbital defense grid was not getting a signal through to the base, so they didn't have read-outs on it for the time being.

"The world shield is still functional." He called back to Meraal and Jaig. "We just need someone to reboot the power banks from the shield generator and we'll be good to go. I'm going to the roof to see if I can repair the sensor array and get a signal to the Tra'kranak."

 

[Klesta]

OOC: For the purposes of this thread, the canon Venator loadout has the following stats:

Spoiler

Armament: Very low (68/4/52)

• 8 DBY-827 dual heavy turbolaser turrets (64 turbolaser equivalents)
• 2 dual turbolasers (4 turbolaser equivalents)
• 4 heavy warhead launchers
• 52 point-defense cannons

Defenses: Low
Speed: Average
Maneuverability: Average
Hangar: 15 squadrons

Location: Vjun -> Mandalore
Allies: Dominion [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Lunarius Admonis"] [member="Kalius Aegrus"]
Enemies: [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Anya Loma"]
Objective: Space interdiction

"If our intelligence is correct, the army of the Ascendancy is in the move. Likely targets are Condord Dawn and Mandalore" the communications officer told the senior commanders.

"Any news from Lord Marshal Med-Beq? Last I heard about her, she was fighting the Resurgent Empire on Dromund Kaas. She left me behind on Vjun because the Silver Jedi claimed that I would be a liability even though she did acknowledge that I had more skill in starfighter tactics than she had"

"For that reason she is taking a while longer than expected, Darth Morzas. I'm not surprised if she arrives much later while the battle is already underway" Tetrus, the newly-minted Bimm admiral told Yula.

"All squadrons, load heavy proton bombs"

"All ships, set a course to Mandalore and jump to lightspeed"

By now the whole fleet made the jump to hyperspace, where the enemy lied in wait. Lower survivability would mean that they have to make the most of what ordnance they can drop. Yula realized that it is best to assume that the Ascendancy and the Deathwatch will come in force in space, and doing so would mean lower survivability. However, if that's any indication, the Mandalorians tended to corner enemy fighters at range while the Sith didn't care about attack craft. Boy would they be wrong: I can dance of the elite of the Ascendancy fighter corps, they would not notice that, she thought, while her own fighter has two heavy proton bombs loaded. Like all 345 fighters in the 13th Fleet, normally based on Vjun and (somehow!) laying inside Jessica's jurisdiction. But they couldn't leave Vjun exposed; that's why Tetrus, a newly-minted Bimm admiral, thought it was not a good idea to deploy more ships on Mandalore. A while later, the 13th Fleet will arrive in orbit over Mandalore but Tetrus will realize that he will need every bit of tactical information regarding the combat operations, and especially if it's necessary to send for [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] in the first place.

"Open a channel to the Dominion forces already present on Mandalore" Yula ordered, while opening a channel to [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Lunarius Admonis"] and [member="Kalius Aegrus"].

"Channel open"

"This is the 13rd Dominion Fleet, we request a sitrep on activities on Mandalore" Yula told in the encrypted channel asking [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Lunarius Admonis"] and [member="Kalius Aegrus"] for the situation on the planet and in its orbit.

Spoiler: 13th Fleet

Capital ships:

Punishment (Sionoma-class elite destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
Rift (Venator-class carrier) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
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

 

[Meraal Vaun]

Location: Mandalore
Allies: Death Watch & Allies, [member="Gharis Vevut"] [member="Jaig Vizsla"]
Enemies: The Dominion
Objective: Power up The Guardian World Shield

"We'll get the shield back up, but we'll need those defense stations online too. Otherwise we'll just be extending how long it will take before the Dominion starts tossing bombs at us." Whoever had designed the World Guardian Shield had most certainly been insane, and also insanely smart. Assuming that an enemy did not know the shields capabilities, the shield could reflect energy feedback back into its attackers. Hopefully the Dominion was unaware of that design feature.. hopefully. Meraal pulled up the facility's schematic on his HUD. "The power banks seem to be located in the next room over." Meraal said, more-so to himself than to anyone listening over the squad's comm line.

Meraal approached the door which would lead him and Jaig to the power bank console and raised his weapon, "I'm not sure what is on the other side of this door boss. Could be nothing, could be fun." He said, as he positioned himself to breach-and-clear into the room on the other side.

 

[Lunarius Admonis]

Lunarius and his dropships began their slow descent to the planet below. His great hulking frame made its way to the cockpit and he stared out the canopy at the planet. A Mandalorian fleet had materialized over the capitol and disgorged thousands of troops. Lunarius was no fool he and his legion of soldiers could not hope to fight off such odds. But, still he had orders. With hands clasped behind his back Lunarius spoke into his comms.

“Set us down in the farmland around the capitol. We will set up a beachhead for reinforcements there,” Lunarius bellowed and the pilots nodded in return.

Lunarius walked back to the hold of the dropship where his troops awaited him and took a seat in one of the small harnesses. It was rather comical, his large body fitting in a chair that seemed to be made for dolls. He felt the ship enter the atmosphere as the ship began to shake vehemently. Soon the superheated ships passed through the ash stricken clouds of Mandalore and great billows of steam crossed their hulls.

The ships set down in a small barren valley and the troops disembarked. The grey bleak landscape was not very notable. A rock here a shrub there, but otherwise it seemed void of life. The troops began to set up fortifications as the last of them left the confines of the vessels. Digging trenches and setting up sandbags. E-web emplacements were put in every other trench and the dropships were converted to artillery.

Lunarius studied the barren landscape and spied what appeared to be a small homestead. He was caught momentarily off guard as he had been assured all locals had largely abandoned the planet. With his troopers in competent hands Lunarius decided to let his men finish the fortifications on their own and instead go check out the small farm. The primarch took command of a platoon and they set off towards the ranch.

He was cresting a hill when one of his radio operators received a transmission from [member="Darth Morzas"] . The man raced to the primarch and Lunarius nodded to him.

“The Mando’ade have the capital locked down tight. I would recommend bombing the whole city, but we don't know how civilian casualties would be and I have reason to believe their may still be some within the city,” Lunarius raised an eyebrow at the farm “We have set up a beach head just outside it. We will be attacking as soon as reinforcements arrive. You could set ships down here and when the situation becomes more clear we can launch fighter strikes from this position if necessary,” Lunarius said into his vox communicator.

Location: outside of Keldabe
In vicinity: [member="Mishka Larraq"] Ranch

 

[Kenrath]

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

Spoiler: Ships, Forces, and equipment.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107558-xoxaan-ii-class-star-destroyer/(With1 MAACIV Docked Ven +300)
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/107265-maaciv/(X10with 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 Equipement

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

Vengeance remained on the bridge as the Scarlet Flame popped out of hyperspace. They dropped out of hyper at Concord Dawn. Not really a Planet Vengeance was familiar with but it didn't matter. He watched as the Captain worked. First raising shields and then powering up all weapons. The next thing the Captain did was send a broadcast message to any Death Watch forces in the area. On both sides of the Scarlet Flame 10 armed Drop ships popped out of hyperspace each filled to capacity with ground troops. They were waiting for orders to descend to the surface and do what they were born to do.

"Mandalorian Brothers in arms of the Death Watch this is the Xo'Xaan II Class Star Destroyer Scarlet Flame we have a ground force prepped for insertion. Requesting Coordinates and Sitrep. I say again this is the Scarlet Flame requesting insertion coordinates and sitrep for ground forces."

The Captain turn to Vengeance once the line was cut. Vengeance nodded.

"Captain please relay any intel you get to my drop ship as it comes in. I am headed there now."

Vengeance turned and left the bridge headed down the Hallway on the way he activated his comm.

"Colonel get the Regiment prepped and ready to deploy in fifteen minutes land zone coordinates to follow."

Just as he finished speaking Vengeance got to the ramp of the drop ship docked inside the Scarlet Flame. Waiting for him were 300 fully armed and outfitted Troopers. These 300 unlike the ones in the other ships were his personal assault force and guard. They went where he went and did what he did. While the rest of the four thousand troopers would be engaging the enemy and prosecuting objectives based on a larger battle plan Vengeance would be looking for some sport.

 

[Kalius Aegrus]

Location: High Orbit, Mandalore
Objective: Fortify Dominion positions and assets.
Allies: The Dominion ([member="Lunarius Admonis"], [member="Darth Morzas"], [member="The Slave"], [member="Dune Rhur"])
Foes: The Deathwatch, The Sith Ascendancy ([member="Meraal Vaun"], [member="Gharis Vevut"], [member="Darth Sarcophago"], [member="Atheus"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Mishka Larraq"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Jaig Vizsla"])
Gear: See bio.

"All is well," The Lord Captain replied dryly. His eyes glazed over, scanning the battle analysis computer. Little triangles and diamonds plowed through the upper atmosphere before landing on the world still bearing the scars of its unfortunate cataclysm. Kalius was still astounded as to how people still managed to live on such a planet. The Dominion had been concerned about people of the world. Marred by war and strife, and now their glorious Archlord wanted them to drop in with weapons bristling.

More background chatter grew on the deck. "What is it?" Kalius inquired, stomping across the bridge to zero in on the communications crew.

"Fighting," an Ensign replied, "There's already been reports of small firefights breaking out. Medical and supply groups have been targeted, though Peacekeepers are moving in to escort them." Another pause. "Vessels have been sighted. IFF transponders are describing them as Sith Ascendancy vessels. Signatures matched for Star Destroyers types and some little orbital drop vessels."

Kalius sighed through his nostrils, jaw growing taut. "Deploy all ground assets immediately to reinforce the forward operating base. Helm," he cried out, "Bring us within range of them. Fire when ready."

There was no room for negotiation. With firefights breaking out and other ships dropping out of hyperspace, this was the telltale sign of something more dangerous to come.

The Lord Captain turned back to Master Rhur. "I think it's time you went boots on the ground. Take the 47th Peacekeeper company down. Lead them. Do not fail my men."

 

[Leora]

Mandalore, Deep Space

A small pinprick of a reversion in the deep space just outside the Mandalore system was unlikely to be detected under the circumstances. The ship that exited hyperspace, a MIG, immediately halted its movement. Exiting hyperspace just behind the MIG was a squadron of TIE Liberators, situated to provide protection duty. Joining them was a single Receptor-class Corvette, the ANV Swift, which proceeded to immediately begin deploying a radius of Reader Mines behind the MIG. The MIG, as such, deployed its pylons, and began the process of long range scanning of the Mandalore system. They would not engage anyone, and assuming no one had the time to venture out into deep space, they should never have to fire a shot, but they were still crucial to the mission.

Mandalore, Immediate Space

Not long after the MIG and its escorts deployed, the signal for reversions would go off to ships in the system. Numerous vessels that had not been seen in combat before exited hyperspace within the system, their bearing clearly taking them towards the systems most prominent world. At the forefront were two Star Destroyers. Exceptionally large for that designation, and extremely heavily armed and well defended, the Revelation-class was designed to devastate her foes. To their flanks were a duo of Revocation-class Missile Frigates. Centered behind the two destroyers was The Lambent Shadow, a Reformation-class Dreadnought, that was flanked by two Reclamation-class Carriers, two Retribution-class Frigates, which immediately cut engines after entering the system, and two Receptor-class Corvette's, which moved to sweep around the Retribution's to begin laying a layer of mines at their rear.

Seated within his meditation sphere aboard The Lambent Shadow, Leos was privy to everything that was going on within the system. On top of that, he was perfectly situated to unleash his mastery of the art of illusion upon the numerous foes within the system. He was already deeply locked into meditation in preparation for the inevitable battle, relying on the Admiral of the Ascendancy's 2nd Fleet, Joseph Pike, to manage the situation in general.


For his part, the Admiral, a human from Bastion itself, looked every bit as regal as one would expect. He was battle tested, a remnant of the former Imperial Remnant that had dominated the world in ages past. While that Remnant had eventually formed in league with the now defunct Galactic Republic, he had chosen to stay behind, not desiring to join people he considered an enemy to the order the Empire wished to unleash upon the galaxy. Normally this would also have dictated his actions towards the now Sith Ascendancy, but they'd proven to him that they weren't like previous Sith organizations to dominate the galaxy. They valued law and order to an extreme he did not expect, and so he'd chosen to lend his services to them.

Now, he stood aboard the Revelation-class Star Destroyer ANV Armistice, hands clasped behind his back. He nodded his head to his communications officer.

"Forces of the Dominion. You are invading of the sovereign territory of Mandalore. Your presence has been detected, and as such the Ascendancy's Second Fleet has arrived to render assistance to her Mandalorian allies. We do not wish to fight you. Withdraw from Mandalore space immediately and spare yourselves the pain and suffering of your people. You have five minutes to respond," the Admiral said before cutting the transmission. "All ships shields up and weapons primed."

While people went to do that, Leos nodded his approval as he heard the Admiral's words from within his sphere. Yes, he liked this Admiral. He was very good to work with. Now, all they could do was wait. If they waited to long? They would die. If they didn't leave? They would die. It was leave and live, or stay and die. The choice was theirs.

Ascendancy Second Fleet

Spoiler

Revelation-class Star Destroyer ANV Armistice
Revelation-class Star Destroyer ANV Riptide
Reformation-class Dreadnought The Lambent Shadow
Reclamation-class Cruiser ANV Thunder Cloud
Reclamation-class Cruiser ANV Nightingale
Retribution-class Frigate ANV Longshot
Retribution-class Frigate ANV Hyperion
Revocation-class Frigate ANV Whippoorwill
Revocation-class Frigate ANV Sabercat
Receptor-class Corvette ANV Dart
Receptor-class Corvette ANV Rush

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="Darth Morzas"] | [member="Meraal Vaun"] | [member="Gharis Vevut"] | [member="Atheus"] | [member="Darth Sarcophago"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Jaig Vizsla"] | [member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Drox Fuga]

Location: Wayland
Allies: Dominion People
Enemies: Deathwatch and [member="Jaig Vizsla"]
Objective: Destroy the Rebels

A Vibroblade penetrates the chest of a Mandalorian in Deathwatch Armor. The warrior looked through its T-Visor as it looked at the weapon that wore his armor down and finally penetrated the fold in the abdomen. The visor dripped with the blood of the user as he attempted to look the opponent in the face. Drox didn't care to look at such a weak opponent, he didn't deserve the honor of crossing blades with him. He pulled the blade from the weak Mando as he fell to the floor with several other Mandos. Dominion Troopers walked over to the bodies with their modified Flame Throwers as they torched the bodies of the dead rebels. Drox just stood over the bodies of the dead young adults, they were manipulated by a crazed idea that the Dominion was the enemy.

A Mando in Red Armor appeared from the shadows behind the Lord of the Dominion. Drox didn't move as the warrior approched the man from behind, he had all the chances to attack Drox. Yet instead he bent the knee, "Lord Fuga, Clan Awaud as well as a sect of Clan Wren have pledged their allegiance to the Peace of Mandalor, and in part the Dominion, we have given you the planet, what do you wish from us now my lord?"

Drox still didn't turn to the Mando, he already knew this, Clan Awauds' Alor was a close friend and the Wrens preached peace for years. The Dominion promised this, it was only natural that members of the Clan would side with them. The Lord looked to the Skies and he saw hundreds of Dropships and Starfighters filled the skies of Wayland. The planet was completely under the control of the Dominion, as the force sent there was too small for the Ash Army and the massive fleet and Legions of soldiers descended on the planet. Deathwatch also had no strong allies in the planet as most Clans wished to remain neutral in this conflict and others within the sector decided to join the Dominion. These words slipped from the Lords Mouth, "Concord Dawn."

Concord Dawn was the only strong hold the Rebels had at the moment, and their main supply of bodies. Both Taris and now Wayland was under the Control of the Dominion, and as such the main support of the Mando'ade would be cut off by the 1st Fleet and Ash Army strict blockade. His job now was to hold the strategic planet and work with the Dominion 1st Army to keep the Blockades in place. "We hold, send a message to all Mandalorians loyal to the Dominion, assist the retake of Concord Dawn and this little Rebellion will end."

Activity:

Spoiler

The Dominion Ash Army and 1st Dominion Fleet have set up a Blockade of Taris and Wayland. Large Fleets sit in orbit to keep the Hyperlanes closed. Drox plans to chock the Rebels of Supplies from the outside Worlds to the Galactic South and West.

Ash Army:

Spoiler

Centenarian Battlecruiser - PLS Anaxes
Spearhead Cruiser - PLS Abomination
2x Spearhead Heavy Cruisers - PLS Gods Grasp, PLS Hevans Gift
4x Hammerhead Class Frigates - Gold Rider, Duro Bound, Reliance, Battlefield Peace
Katana Lighter Cruiser - Katar's Beauty
4 Legions of Dominion Troopers

 

[Zef Halo]

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

Jaig stood before the door that led to the next room as Vevut explained to him what the results of the diagnostics yielded. Vaun looked ready as ever to get their job done. Useful men. Direct to the point and practical.

His comm blinked and the Vizsla opened the transmission that was pending. [member="Lok Munin"]'s voice came through with extreme static. He barely understood him but Jaig was well aware that reiterating their 'code of conduct' would be beneficial.

:: Lok, every aruetii that stands in your crosshair - kill on the spot. Every dar'manda who has joined the enemy - kill on the spot. Aruetii, unarmed, can be taken hostage if they are not a burden, dar'manda that are unarmed - kill on the spot. ::

There would be no mercy for the foolish traitors. Their souls were lost.

Calmly, Jaig cocked his rifle but before he could breach the door ahead another transmission seemed pending. He opened it and a fellow Death Watch brother's voice came through patiently.

:: Fleets are emerging to engage the Dominion within the whole quadrant, chief. A Star Destroyer by the identity of Scarlet Flame has requested that we provide them with coordinates for insertion and a sitrep. ::

:: Send them only the coordinates of where our enemies are amassing. They will understand the message. Jaig, over and out. ::

He disabled the communication channel and shortly thereafter [member="Vengeance"] would receive coordinates of where the Dominion forces seemed to be amassing the most.

"Let us proceed with no more interruptions then." Jaig said to his fellow brothers and sisters around him. "Gharis, work on the array. Although I doubt it will have enough power for its transmission to reach the space station."

The shaped charge was set up and in a few seconds it blew inwards sending the door flying within. The scanners within his HUD calibrated for a few seconds but there was nothing in the immediate proximity. Jaig went within, followed closely by Vaun hopefully. A few feet in and large rectangular objects lied in front of them. Consoles were spread around them.

The power banks did not seem in their best condition.

"Meraal, what's their status?"

 

[Jagen Wren]

Location: Hyperspace --> Mandalore
Objective: Run through the Dominion Fleet, Land on Manda'yaim
Allies: Death Watch | The Sith Ascendancy | The Iron Empire | [member="Ignus"]
Enemies: The Dominion | [member="Lunarius Admonis"] | [member="Darth Morzas"] | [member="Kalius Aegrus"]

The YV-929 Freighter Mando'ade Sentinel surged through hyperspace, enroute to the ancient homeworld of the mandalorians. Manda'yaim, as all of them called in their native tongue, was the most important symbol of their warrior culture, and now it was being sieged by the Dominion scourge, a government that had risen up in the Tingel Arm and rapidly expanded over a period of several months. It was a most grievous insult to them, as the planet had suffered a cataclysm recently, forcing them to resort to move their operations to Dxun and Onderon.

Jagen of Clan Wren piloted the freighter from the cockpit, a spark of anger in his eyes as he did so. He had just received notification from certain sources that members of Clan Wren had created a schism by pledging their allegiance to the Dominion. His clan was once again fractured, and after this battle he would take the reigns as clan leader, in an effort to repair their reputation in light of this revelation. Those who turned were no longer Wren mandalorians, they were Dar'manda.

"Get ready vode, we're going to break through this blockade!" Jagen yelled to the others in the hold of the ship. The ship reverted from hyperspace and soared towards Manda'yaim, approaching the Dominion's fleet at alarming speeds.