The Eyes of the Galaxy | SJO Invasion of the UCM's Azure Hex

[Josh Dragovalor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_tHS0-_cIk​

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Objective: Land on Azure, Establish FOB
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Seth Brackson"], [member="Ador Horn"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
Enemies: Monsters

They hadn't wanted this.

But who within the Silver Jedi Order did? The Silver Jedi Order had for years prided themselves on being a peacekeeping force against those that threatened the safety of the people. Against those who wished to destroy and hurt for their own gain. To fight monsters, terrorists, to protect... That was their aim. War was not part of that aim.

Or was it war? To their opponents, perhaps. But The United Clans of Mandalore had been wreaking havoc for years, both in and out of Silver Jedi Order territory. From a terrorist attack on their space that killed thousands in the civilian station they went out of their way to blow up for funzies, to attacking a temple for healing... To the massacre on Eshan. And now these full blown terrorists - as at this point, this was very much what they were - had made public their allegiance to possibly the biggest terrorist force in the galaxy. And the Jedi's sworn enemies. They had become one of the most dangerous threats to the safety of the people. And had forced the Silver Jedi Order to act.

To the Silver Jedi Order, this was not war. This was just part of the job. Another terrorist, another criminal, another monster. But an all out assault on a planet was not what they wished for, if they could help it. It was not in their domain. And everyone knew it. But the UCM had been growing more and more bold, and it was only a matter of time before they launched an even bigger assault than this on one of their own planets. It was time to send a message here and now, that the Silver Jedi Order, as passive as they may be... Were not easy targets. And would not stand by while these atrocities continued until they decided to attack them directly.

And it was time for these monsters to answer for what they had done.

Josh wished there could be peace, but at best, they would coax the Mandalorians to leave the Silver Jedi Order alone for their own safety. They would continue their path of destruction until they grew bold enough again to break whatever deal they might have. Yet somehow, Josh didn't mind having to fight. As much as he hated open conflict like this to its very core, he had no qualms about stamping out the UCM. For his own reasons as well as out of necessity.

All the pain and suffering they had caused had brought a potentially irreparable stain on the name "Mandalorian". For the line his family came from, Josh had every reason to ensure that if there was a chance for that reputation to ever be repaired... This needed to end.

It was time.

The Jedi Master's vessel began to approach the planet, with the intention of meeting with a team after establishing an FOB. If he could make a sound contribution without spilling blood, he would be happy. But he knew that would not be the case. The Mandalorians would not give him that opportunity. He knew he had to make peace with the reality that blood would need to be spilled.

And for the first time in a long time he would not be allowed to hold back.

As the ships launched toward the planet, the Jedi Master held up one of his lightsabers. Closing his eyes, he wanted to know for sure he'd managed to perfect the technique before most likely going into battle. Focusing his energies into the blade, he watched the blade ignite and then be followed up with an aura of blue fire. Its heat made him want to shirk back, and would likely make any opponent think twice before approaching.

But he was used to the flames. Just as he was the flames of war. Whether he liked to be or not.

 

[Jerek Morrows]

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/XZ4Di2orahA

Objective: Take Azure Spaceport, assume temporary control of planet, oust Mandalorian presence.
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], SJO
Enemies: UCM


Jedi are keepers of the Peace.

Not warriors.

It was with extreme apprehension that marching orders were given, and it was done with a bitter, defeated taste heavy on the tongue. Jerek did not need to tell most of these men and women he did not approve of outright conflict. The mood was a collective stare toward those who had made the decision.

But, actions had to have consequences. The Mandalorians had to be brought to question for their multiple breaches of the tenuous peace. That alone justified the Jedi stepping in- but to what degree?

Jerek disagreed vehemently that they should have or hold territory. He disagreed that they should govern. He disagreed with a great many things.

What he did agree with was that the madness needed to end.

There were a handful of other Jedi gathered, none of whom he knew personally. He had spent less than weeks among the Silver Jedi before the conflict erupted. He knew Starchaser from his previous work looking into the Galactic Alliance- if a bit excessive at times, the man handled his job well enough.

It wasn't his allies he would have to worry about.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBrBMKFm6i0​

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Objective: Find a target and get used to real space once more​

Equipment: Blasters, vambraces, armor, bodyglove, Jumpsuit, lightsaber, emp grenades, frag grenades, equipment​

Fleet: Katarn, Punch Two, Raider Two​

Fighters: 8 Squadrons (Multiple support ships, and drop pods)​

Tags: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Setter Ryburn"] | [member="Dezoti"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Wilhelm von Reinhardt"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]​

For countless millennia the Jedi had been the warriors of the galaxy. Every time a major war happened, or some galactic evil rose they had been there to stand in their way. Be is the attack against the original Confederacy of Independent Systems, or the destruction of the Death Stars, the battles against the Yuuzhan Vong, or any of the countless battles since. Combat had stained them, which is why they were among the greatest warriors in the galaxy. While they preferred peace, they did not live by such confining rules as pacifism. Peace for the sake of peace was pointlessness. The Silver Jedi understood this, as the Jedi order had it's entire life. While not a Jedi herself, Allya called the Silvers family. She had joined with their order quite awhile ago, and served to defend them when the times came. Among this, the girl took classes, attempted to rationalize her use of the dark side, laughed, cried, ate, drank, and bled along side them. She even found her lover among them. However, she was always...different.

However, on this day of necessary war, against a rising galactic threat, Allya's differences were a good thing. Onboard the Katarn, Allya knelt, almost in prayer, as she finished her modifications to a large number of B1's, and her favorite Clanker Droids. When finished with the last, under her helmet her eyes closed. “Darasuum kote bah Hod Ha'ran.” The girl stood, and moved her way out of the cargo bays. She passed her crew members who saluted her as she passed in full beskar'gam. Each was a volunteer from worlds of the SJO. The droids were her own.

Upon reaching the bridge, she looked ou the forward view port at the light streaking by. Her arms crossed and she shook her head. Rage filled her, anger swirled inside her as she drank from the well of the dark side. It was a powerful ally in these battles, giving insight beyond the mere limitations of her mortal flesh. However, she had to also find balance and peace with it, so that it didn't overwhelm her, and cause her to lose her clarity. Above all, she knew her anger was justified. After her own recent battles with the Mandalorians, she was sure more than ever, they were an evil that had to be purged. They had already struck first after all. They already started this war. Now, at the side of the other Silvers, she would finish it.

She moved back to the command console. Her eyes scanned the information there, taking it all in. It was nearly time. A gloved hand pressed a button on the console, hailing the entire ship. “Prepare to exit from hyperspace! All units to their positions! Droids to the drop pods! Pilots to their fighters! Gunners to their turrets! This is not a drill! Everyone be ready!” When done, she moved to sit into the chair. There was no knowing what they would find when they exited. Best to be prepared.

As the fleets exited hyperspace, Allya quickly looked over the scanner reports. She had her and her two escorts reorient themselves and fired up the sublight drives. While she had an idea of what she wanted to do, it would take time to get settled into real space. “Make contact with each other ship, coordinate with them, defensive postures only. We take our orders from elsewhere, we only react until the battle begins in earnest.”


TLDR: Just entered the system.

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

Location: En Route to establish FOB
Allies: Silver Jedi l [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] l [member="Romi Jade"] l [member="Coren Starchaser"] l [member="Ador Horn"] l [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Objective: Repel Enemy Monsters
Interacting With: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]
Equipment: Jedi Armor l Lightsaber

War.

War was a constant, it was a fire that seemingly never burned out. In one way or another, the Galaxy- and himself, had been at war. Tracyn Ordo had been born a Mandalorian, raised, and trained- in fact, he was a Super Commando at one point. He was supposedly one of the better ones. Until he left. Until he found a better life. A quiet life. For the past decade or so- Tracyn had been living a quiet life in Silver Jedi space, away from the chaotic nature of the galaxy. Away from the strife, away from the constant threats that faced everyone.

But-

Something stirred him to action, now. Perhaps it was the atrocities he heard. Perhaps it was the fact that it was the Mandalorians. Call it pride, call it hubris, call it whatever you wished. But for whatever reason there was, Tracyn was here now. He walked beside his friend, looking down at the lightsaber hilt in his hands with a somewhat guilty expression.

He looked at his old friend, who was deep within contemplation himself. He let several moments of silence pass. Their friendship, brotherhood was strong enough that they didn't need to speak constantly. He spoke finally, his voice deep and quiet, a stark contrast to the way he once spoke in his youth. He could sense the trouble in Josh's form, and he didn't need the force. A lot of the Silvers wore it. War was not their profession, war was not their ideal outcome. Jedi were not soldiers, not aggressors- they were supposed to be the 'good' in the Galaxy that lacked a lot of it.

"We're doing the right thing."

Whether he was speaking to Josh, or himself was unclear.

 

[Seth Brackson]

Objectives: Land on Azure (somewhat safely if possible), Secure FOB
Allies: SJO, [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ador Horn"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
Enemies: UCM
Gear: Seth's Personal Lightsaber Seth's Backup Lightsaber

When Coren gave the launch command. Seth was busy trying to figure out the landing ship's command module. Well, the one which he was stationed in. So, following suit to his better late than never philosophy. Seth cracked his knuckles, sat down and began to tamper with the appropriate switches and sequences for the descending vessel which he was in. Seth was one of those few people for better or worse. Preferred to handle things on a manner where a living being was in control, opposed to the auto-pilot most people so casually relied upon anymore. It had it's drawbacks of course. Especially, when one's piloting skills was average at best.

Seth took his free hand and patted himself. Making sure his two lightsabers was on his belt beneath his robes. It'd be embarrassing if of all the days he decided to forget his weapons. It was a day where battle wasn't a matter of possibility, though a certainty. Sadly, he could see a day passing when something along that matter occurred. Luckily today was not that day. His blades were right where they were supposed to be placed, and while he generally would have them slipped among his robes in discreet locations. Seth did not feel that was a high priority in a high conflict environment where he'd be likely to engage with somebody at some point, and it was clear more or less it would be a direct confrontation opposed to a discreet engagement.

Seth moved to tracking the landing vessels of his allies in this invasion. Doing his best to keep near enough to them to not find himself isolated on a world held by.. Well he wasn't really sure the temperament of a Mandalorian. He'd heard mixed opinions on the subject. Though in order to be considered a warmongering faction. He'd have to assume that they'd be no less afraid to bring a fight, as much as he was willing to bring the fight to them. Hostile in this case was a suitable term to apply. He also was wary to keep some healthy distance. To allow the vessels to perform whatever maneuvers were necessary to evade any anti-aircraft turrets the enemy had deployed. As well as any possible pursuing spacecraft.

Seth opened up his comm network. Reaching out to his allies. "Just to get matters straight. Land successfully, and find some semblance of unity among ourselves. From there clearing a path and an area to set up camp. Bunker down and work out from there. If I am not mistaken. The biggest question is. Where is our target location for setting up our field base?" Seth spoke out. Deciding that everyone of them should try their best to be on the same page as one another. He figured he might as well open the discussion up now. While they were working on what co-ordinates to land at. Opposed to hitting the ground, finding themselves in a duel. Then trying to communicate the matters with each other in those instances.

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

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Objective: Scout
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], UCM

"Well, that can't be good."

Cotan was seated on a waveskimmer out near one of Azure's many archipelagos, ostensibly on a scouting mission. Of course, that seemed to have quickly changed, as now he was watching numerous Sith forces come pouring out of a Sith carrier. It seemed that, no matter where he went or who he was with, he was always running into Sith. And now, shortly after leaving Pantora, he was running in against...

Another Sith-Imperial force.

He reached into a pocket, pulling out his commlink. "Hey, Kiss, can you get a transponder code off of that carrier?" he asked his droid, who was flying his freighter in orbit. A reply quickly came back, and Cotan breathed a sigh of annoyance...before starting to formulate his plan. "Well, hopefully there's an actual Sith on that carrier, eh?" he sarcastically asked the atmosphere, kicking the throttle on for his waveskimmer to come in closer.

And starting to hail the Ferrata-class carrier.

"Dogged Hand, this is Cotan Sar'andor, with the Silver Jedi Order," he spoke into the microphone, broadcasting the message to the ship. Hopefully somebody on there would recognize his name from the multiple times he'd fought their Emperor. "You're currently landing forces in restricted space, I'm going to have to ask you to stop. Or at least send out a representative to discuss it with me, thanks." He continued to speed along closer to the carrier, eyeing the multiple Sith waveskimmers carefully.

"I still don't like saying I'm with the Silvers," he muttered to himself. "Bloody Coren, signing me up for them after getting me drunk on Terminus. Son of a Schutta."

 

[Azure Djitred]

Objective: Don't have flashbacks to Eshan Protect the civilians
Tags: Open
Allies: UCM
Enemies: CIS SJO

Azure really couldn't understand some of her Clan mates' humor sometimes. What was so funny about her being on Azure? Yes, she had the same name as a planet, but what was so funny about that? Cuddles really couldn't tell her either, as the two walked around the small civilian settlement surrounding the spaceport. Sure, most of the civilians eyed the Rancor fearfully, but once they saw Azure interacting with Cuddles, most of them calmed down. For a time, she wandered aimlessly, exploring the foreign planet. How the planet was habitable was a mystery to her... But she knew that those who chose to live here handled it well.

And then she heard the klaxons. She was thankful that she had looked into the planet's defenses, and civilian bunker locations. She looked to the skies, lips pressed tightly together, and knew what she needed to do: Protect the civilians. She climbed onto Cuddle's saddle, and began to help direct civilians calmly and safety to the nearest shelter from atop her companion. Silently, she prayed this would not end as Eshan did, and thought of the Echani she and [member="Valdus Bral"] had rescued all those years ago. Would she be able to rescue any of these people if the shelters were breached? She would need to patrol and check on them constantly through this battle. No one had told her who was attacking, but she had only one guess: The Confederacy of Independent Systems.

Unbeknownst to her, she was wildly incorrect.

And then? She heard a child wail for her father. Instantly, Azure's head turned in the child direction. She couldn't have been more than 4, the poor thing. Quickly, Azure unmounted Cuddles, and ran to her. "It's okay little one, I'll protect you. Tell me, what does your father look like? We'll be able to find him faster on top of Cuddles over there, see?" Azure smiled at the girl, who quieted her sniffles at Azure's calm voice.

"He-he has... uhm... B-blond hair, a-and gr-green eyes... Miss? Is Cuddles going to eat me?"

"Of course not! She doesn't eat people, she's just a bit of a grump, but she'll let you get on with me, okay?" Azure smiled when the little girl nodded, and allowed Azure to pick her up. By now, Cuddles was gruffly directing the civilians, and leaned down to help Azure put the little girl on the saddle, before getting on herself. One arm wrapped around the child, the other gripping on to the saddle, Azure made sure the child would be safe atop the Rancor. The slight panic on everyone's faces concerned the Daughter of Allya, and so, she spoke out above the chaos.

"Citizens! Please, remain calm while you evacuate to the shelters! The Clans will protect you, this I swear!"

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Allies: UCM
Enemies: SJO and allies. [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]
Location: Azure; Bridge of The Dogged Hand.

As Darth Vornskr II touched Zaudraka, she allowed the presence within to touch her conscience. She felt the mass of voices and memories rush past her like a stream of water, until she caught the one thread of fixation left in Zaudraka’s shattered sentience: Revenge. Wordlessly it told her it hungered, it ached, and she soothed it. The Jedi were coming, and she would slay them. He would rip and tear.

“My Lord”

Joyceyn snapped out of her focus on the sword and clasped her hands behind her back. She could see the ensign in the reflection of the viewport, just over her shoulder. “Report.”

The quarren ensign took a step forward. “We are being hailed by one-” The ensign looked down at his notes. “Curtain Santander, of the Silver Jedi Order. He claims this is restricted space and asks us to stop or send out a representative.” His facial tentacles curled in an attempt at containing his humour. “Shall we fire upon him, my Lord?”

Joycelyn considered it. It would have been funny to simply sink him. Looking down at Zaudraka, she felt it urging her to change her mind, to make it personal. She touched the scabbard of the sithsword again, a smile creeping over her lips.

“Perhaps there is a chance at diplomacy.” She turned sharply, the short cape on her shoulder flared dramatically with the motion. “Tell him we are sending a representative. Create a perimeter, and prepare me a waveskimmer!”

The large, Sith-Imperial waveskimmers began moving, a line of them spread out to create a perimeter as one waveskimmer beelined for Cotan. A large, black-clad figure climbed out of the cockpit and stood on the base of its wing. The wind pulled on the black cape. A hand rested on the large, sheathed blade on her side. She had a rather smug smile on her chiselled face as she squinted in the direction of Cotan.

As the waveskimmers came close, it started to slow down. Joycelyn waited until she could see the details of his face and bellowed.

“So you are Curtain Santander!” “On behalf of the Sith Empire and United Clans of Mandalore, I am obliged to tell you that you are trespassing on a Mandalorian protectorate” “I must ask you and any troops you command to surrender to Sith-Imperial custody.” “Failure to comply will result in your detainment and the imminent destruction of your armed forces.”

Her hand fell back down to the blade at her side, resting on the pommel. She did not expect a surrender, nor did she expect that this Curtain could truly command the armies of the Silver Jedi Order to turn back. It really looked like he was some sort of lone crazy man, or a decoy. Good thing she was not the only one in charge of the Sith-Imperial forces.

“And?”

She raised an eyebrow quizzically, a smile playing on her severe face.

 

[Romi Jade]

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Location: Jade's Triumph, Azure​

Objective: Gain foothold along shoreline​

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Ador Horn"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerek Morrows"]​

Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] (eventually)​

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Spoiler

[youtube]https://youtu.be/VCLT0HNJLWw[/youtube]

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Her knees buckled; The lock popped, the hinges went through a cycle before the door actually popped open and the pressures of air filled the passenger bay with uneasiness. Gripping the safety handle, she made herself immovable as the ship hovered over their position. Freed from the shadows of being pinned up, this environment was a bright change as she absorbed the shoreline from above.​

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Etching along the edge while hovering in place. Her nostrils flared, and her chest grew static in reaction to the drastically humid air. Pulling back, "Alright. Drop zone looks hot!" her hair flailing about in the currents picked up after the ship was rocked by a nearby

explosion, seems like their artillery leaned more towards anti-air, which meant the 91st Sentinel would have to work this steadily, but they'd have better chances on the surface. She was leading the 9th Assault --- this platoon specialized in invasions, frontal attacks, and other offensive scenarios. Spearheading the groups deployment with huge drops from high altitudes, with specialized tech to do so was their thing.​

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Jade's Sabre wouldn't be too far behind.​

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"Stand by!" her captain called out when the drop indicator flashed yellow. Her head whipped around, "Clamberwolf formation! Lets secure the shoreline for a safe landing, we've got people coming in hot right behind us!" her voice cutting through the background noise.​

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A few seconds later it flashed green and the transport's airlock controls were punched, "Go! Go!"​

One by one troopers were shoved out of the drifting ship. When the first group was finally clear, Romi fastened her harness and backed up for a running start before she vaulted off the edge into freefall. Strong winds whipped her body around like a ragdoll briefly, but then her grav chute's repulsors automatically fired a stabilizing burn. Plummeting feet first towards the distant speck of a shoreline, she drew in the sights of the first group closing in on landing and drawing enemy fire.

"In twenty!"

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A cascade of blaster bolts sweep across the dune, Jade expectedly dropped down into the water line below, and Sabre followed. Flanking from the side, she pivoted around creating a fan of scarlet light that came slicing through whatever bolts it could find; she helped provide some cover for the rest of the company in their descent.

"Form up on my signal!" and a few seconds later she motioned with her hand.

They raced past her, bringing their blaster rifles up to fire. She sprang up behind them with some more rounds flashing past her corkscrewing body, so close that the sting of its heat crept across her skin. She twisted into another whorl, her wrists turning almost of their own accord as she swung her lightsaber around to catch the next bolt.

Slashing in a leveled fashion with her blade in the midst of the thickest group of opposition. Her lightsaber flashed in a circle, severing five or six blaster barrels, and followed with only a gesture that swept them aside.

"Close in!"


There was a tranquility about her, almost a blissfulness, that spoke of an intimacy with violence. To the Sith, violence was an art form. To her, it seemed like life itself.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Azure Spaceport
Allies: UCM + Allies
Enemies: SJO + Allies

Post 2

His force sensitivity was a newfound experience. Save for certain mental exercises he didn't have much in the way of training, the Sociph had a force user maybe once every thirty years. Any they had were used for torture purposes, the breaking of a prisoner's will. As a result, his training had been hours of these individuals probing his mind seeking to gain entry. A Qer'ak must be ever vigilant, their mind must be like the iron on which they are named.

Spending close to a year with the ever present need of his own safety to detect and read the intentions and thoughts of those around him for risk of an attempt on his life left him fairly adept at doing so. In the time he could do this he hadn't been around Jedi, but he'd felt more than a few would be assassins, he'd felt the hollowness of his own people, the void of the torturers, and the hate that pervaded them. There was something familiar here.

Stepping foot on the planet and the spaceport had been a cluster. Civilians running, forces attempting to organize themselves, artillery and anti-air batteries dropping from the sky, and a rancor with a child and woman riding atop it. So this was the Azure he'd been told was on-planet.

"Azure, bic b Jetii! Ohira umileika! (Azure, it's the Jedi! Start the evacuation!)" He wasn't prone to taking command as soon as he set his boots down, but this was different. The Jedi and their dogs were here for blood, there shouldn't be any civilians close to what's coming.

 

[Mariel Dawnrider]

Location: Aboard the Warthog, enroute to Azure
Objective: Boarding :CONCERN:: ) and recon
Allies: SJO
Enemies: None Yet
Possible Snack: [member="Bushi Nadora"]

This was not Mariel's comfort zone.

Mariel was an archivist. A scholar. A linguist, a hunter of knowledge. In the end it had been her ability with languages and her small stature that had led to the approach and ultimate involvement in this situation. Someone who could potentially get in, utilizing the rest of the boarding action as a cover, try to get information, and then get out again without anyone being the wiser. The Songwing was uncomfortable with it, all of it. Their kind were known for being insular, for avoiding the outside galaxy and even indeed the other denizens of Kashyyyk. While Mariel was bolder, this was so far outside of her usual nature that she had spent the trip thus far mostly holed up in a supply closet, perched and sleeping with her head tucked under her wing.

Trying to sleep at least.

The unease at what was happening, and her agreement to it, settled uncomfortably in her breast. Second guessing her decision, over and over again. The alliance between the Mandalorians and the Sith, the history of aggression- she could see and understand all of those things and still wonder if it was the right choice? She had considered going home before they had set out, to ask for the guidance of her elders there....

She already knew what they would say.

Leave the problems of the galaxy to the galaxy, stay away, follow the path of the Slipstream, ride the Thermals, go where they bring you and trust in them.

But what if the Slipstream was leading her here?

Eventually, she gave up on trying to sleep, the grumpy avian finally shaking out her feathers and hopping down the hallway. The corridors were too narrow for easy flight, and the need to walk just made her grumpier.

Upon reaching the group, she realized, sheepishly, just how selfish she'd been in sequestering herself. She had been told just before they had left Kashyyyk, that she would be taking a padawan under her wing. She had been given the name and then promptly forgotten about it. Mariel had never trained a padawan and in truth had little interested in the prospect, but sometimes, one did what one must.

"Excuse me," she asked the nearest person, politely. "Has anyone seen a Miss Bushi Nadora?"

Mariel was expecting someone much bigger than her, as they tended to be. What she was going to get was something else entirely.

"Check your gear and equipment, one final time. Revise the battle plan if need be. Signal green if you're ready."

The voice of [member="Amon Vizsla"] cut through the other chatter, and Mariel fluffed her feathers up. She'd put it off for too long. The Songwing clacked her beak in annoyance, more at herself than the situation. She wasn't wearing a helmet (they hadn't come in her size), and- for better or for worse, only time would tell- missed the words of [member="Setter Ryburn"] spoken over them. Being barely knee high, she ended up hopping back out of the area before his voice sounded, his orders and threats made, being pointed progressively in the right direction for her new padawan.

[member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Celiana]

Location: Azure airspace
Allies: SJO + Allies [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: UCM + Allies
Objective: shake their nerves and rattle their brains (Give cover fire for landing teams and engage in international relations with Mando /Sith pilots)
Post 2

I'd been stealthed in my Voodoo fighter. Now I slid that off....As it stood looked like Mandos and various Sith allies had quickly set up some anti-air positions as well as artillery... Yeah......no. I wanted beach fires and by The Force I'd have them as it was I felt the need to say hello. Looking at my HUD I saw SJO IFF's landing on the beaches where it appeared they were engaging in a firefight against defending Mando forces. "This is Voodoo 1 of The SJO, whoever is on that beach I suggest you pop head down and prepare for a nice light show." Smirking I rolled right and pushed the yoke in taking me in a rather aggressive angle back towards the beach. Fingers flying over keys I dropped my shields and armed everything.

Blaster cannons, ion cannons, and one of my favorites a flak autocannon. Rocketing back towards the beach I said over comms "Beach landing team fire support in 3...2...1. Mark" On cue I pulled the triggers and ion fire, blaster cannons and flak ripped down the beach. Last second I inverted and waved at whoever was left then tilted off and away. Looking back I saw some nice plumes of fiery smoke, grinning I realized I'd probably be ejecting back over that beach in a bit. I like boots on the ground but for now I was good to rain devastation onto beaches and defenses set up by our enemies and by The Force flybys were fun! pulling shields back up I -re-engaged stealth systems and continued over the islands for another pass. I had the sense that there would be fighter soon.

Why else put up AA emplacements if not to protect against fighters? Plus those AA and artillery emplacements didn't just come from nowhere....

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Supporting: His pride. Also the UCM this time around.
Allies: Himself | UCM for now.
Engaging: [member="Laira Darkhold"]

He had decided to come alone.

This wasn't something Ronan could, in good conscience, ask of anyone else. Their conflict with the Mandalorian Empire, the Calderas and the Australis ran too deep. Bloody and laced with pain. Vizsla could put that aside. Could see the battle for what it was, but he wouldn't ask his family to do the same. Not after they had lost as much as they had across the years.

Alone then.

Linked up with a detachment of Clan Kryze on their corvette. One of the few clans that Vizsla still held contact with. Loyal to the overall clans, but not violent against his people.

Sometimes that was as good as it got.

He was moving towards their hangar. The Jetii were in the system, it was only a matter of time before they'd bring the fight to them. How long had it been since Ilum? Things were so much more simple back then. The Mandalorians on one side. The Galaxy on the other. Everything burned bright. Strange how Ra's resurrection of the Clans eventually led to this.

Kinda amusing, really.

 

[Bushi Nadora]

Location: Aboard the Warthog, enroute to Azure

Objective: Find her master!
Allies: SJO
Enemies: UCM
Others: [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Mariel Dawnrider"]

Oh spirits, oh spirits, oh spirits!

She was late!!

So late. No, no, nooo. This wasn't supposed to happen. Nadi woke up extra early today, specifically to find her Master early and go over the plans. But. Nobody knew where Master Dawnrider was! From engine room to bridge, the smol Nezumi had done her best to find the Jedi Knight without any success. Nobody seemed to know where her Master was. Some offered cryptic advice.

No, not cryptic. Downright odd advice.

Talk as fast and as much as possible. Keep moving around. Maybe put some mud on your face? That last one especially freaked her out a bit.

Nobody was willing to explain why though. Apparently it was a 'if you see it, you know it' type of deal. They didn't have much else to say about it. That didn't do anything about her raging anxiety though.

Luckily someone had finally found Dawnrider.

So.

That is how a smol Nezumi was darting in and out of the corridors on her way. Nadi practically burst into the corridor. Skidding furiously back, when she realized just whoooo Muriel Dawnrider was. Oh no. It took all her effort not to collide with her leg. "I am sorry!" She peeped out quickly. "Sorry, sorry!! I can speak." Added very quickly, before she could forget.

They were thankfully just outside the room.

Otherwise it might have shattered the tension in Amon's shoulders.

While most of the people in this group were apparently hardened fighters.... the Nezumi was anything but. "Did we miss anything?" Nadi asked her Master quickly, once she realized how late she was. Already putting on a very small helmet.

Specifically made for her.

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: ABOARD THE WARTHOG, ENROUTE TO AZURE
UNIT DESIGNATION: TASK FORCE RAIDER
OBJECTIVE: BOARDING THE TERROR AUSTRALIS
EQUIPMENT:

Spoiler

• ARMOR
• THE DARKSABER
• SIDEARM
• 3x STUN GRENADES
• MANDALORIAN VAMBRACES [canon shield replaced by WRIST SHIELD & canon blaster barrels and flamethrower replaced by WRIST ION BEAMER]
• VIBROKNIFE

​

​

Chatter, card games and generally movement faded when the Commanding Officer of Task Force Raider stepped up in their vicinity. Setter Ryburn passed by each one of the gathered troupe of soldiers, pilots, Sith Lord model, bird of prey and prey Jedi giving a rather long pep talk for the usually laconic man. It would've surprised Amon how much Ryburn said had he not been too engulfed in the clash to come.

"...Kill 'em all."

Setter's final address to the Raiders rang through his mind like hollowed bells tolling for all of their enemies to hear and prepare for their last rites.

For a few seconds silence reigned across the room like the calm before the storm. The air thick with tension that even the mightiest lightsaber could not cut through. All ceased until the storm in the form of reality struck. The Warthog shuddered hard as a beast coughing a painful tumor signalling the reversion to real space.

A cacophony of steel stampeding steel filled the previously dead still room as Task Force Raider charged into their designated boarding pods. Feedback streamed down everyone's HUD alerting them of their immediate objective.

<< BOARD THE TERROR AUSTRALIS >>​

<< CAPTURE HVT >>​

<< ACQUIRE INTEL >>​

​

Amon winced at the name of the ship they were boarding. Australis. The closest of the pretender. He wondered who was currently aboard it. Who of those guilty for the death of his sister would he find there? [member="Kaine Australis"]? The right-hand, himself? Amon begged that to be the case, despite the man's formidable reputation, the Vizsla remained unwavering and composed. He would soon find out.

​

The Mandalorian boarded the designated drop pod with his HUD pinpointing the names and affiliations of those he shared it with - [member="Setter Ryburn"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Bushi Nadora"], [member="Mariel Dawnrider"] and [member="Kat Decoria"]. Without much of a warning the drop pod was unleashed on a trajectory to the massive Mandalorian battlecruiser. Lights would flicker on the HUDs of Foxbat Squadron [[member="Wilhelm von Reinhardt"]] signalling that the boarding operation has begun.

To some flight in a drop pod lasted an eternity, to others - a moment. To Amon? Somewhere in between. Taught the intricacies of space combat directly by his father, he grew used to the drastic g-force shift and to the fact they were literally in a can in the middle of a war. Something else bothered him. He had met the Mandalorian forces when they struck the Jedi temple recently but this time it was different. This time they were on the offensive and there was a high chance he would meet those he directly responsible for the death of Tamara, for the Exodus of Clan Vizsla.

Those which he sought to strike with the hammer of pure and righteous retribution.

He glanced at the notorious and very well-known symbol painted across his chestplate.

​

Amon swore he saw flames flickering on the static paint of the symbol of clan Vizsla. The flames of his vengeance.

He looked back up at nothing when the boarding pod suddenly stopped with a heavy thud. Casualty reports of other drop pods who would forever litter the skies of Azure chaotically ran down his HUD. The Mandalorian muted it. It concerned Setter more.

The pod's hatch hissed open and Amon impatiently took point into the dreadful interior of the Terror Australis. For a moment a wave of nostalgia suffocated him. The simplicity, the design, the roughness of typical Mandalorian aesthetics reminded him painfully how long it had been since he had last stepped on a Mandalorian vessel.

Insolently the words of his father whispered loudly in his mind.

You have one family, boy. Remember.

He couldn't help but just slightly shiver. The words felt too close, as if [member="Ronan Vizsla"] stood right in front of him and with his cold and always measuring look told him the truth itself.

Amon shook his head. This was not the time to be torn. He quickly brought himself to action by dispatching the most obvious pair for one of the objectives.

"Jedi Dawnrider and Jedi Nadora, your task is clear - acquire intelligence." He said emptily, the expressionless helmet glancing at the two smol oddities. For all his distrust for the Jedi, Setter had delegated any direct contact with the two Jedi of their unit to the Mandalorian who nearly equally distrusted any space magic wielder.

The darksaber snap hissed to life and Amon called out to his commander:

"Ryburn, direct orders?"

"Sir?" that came unnatural.

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Objective: Correct the mispronunciation
Allies: SJO
Enemy: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

"Hold on. Curtain Santander?" Cotan asked in disbelief, glancing down at the microphone on his waveskimmer for a moment. It didn't seem to be particularly out of order, and he doubted that the speakers on the Sith ship had been messed up, either. "There must've been a lot of interference in the signal for you to get my name that wrong." He drew himself up to a straighter posture, giving Joycelyn a small bow.

"It's Cotan Sar'andor, Marshal of the Outer Rim Coalition, unpsecified rank of the Silver Jedi, Journeyer of the Je'daii, and son of the Naboo." He brought his head back up, giving her a cheeky grin to match the smile she had. "At your service." He glanced at the sword that she wielded, before resting a hand on the pommel-cap of his own. A force-imbued blade he'd been given as a gift from a Je'daii back on Aurum, to serve as inspiration for when he eventually created his own; nothing special, but it seemed fitting for the battle at hand.

When she told him to leave and take anybody else with him, though, he shrugged, the grin still on his face. "Sorry, can't do that!" he replied. "I just have to reiterate my request that you pack up and leave, instead. See, these Mandalorians have been attacking and raiding Silver Jedi planets lately, and we're here to make sure they know that's not okay. I'm sure an exalted Sith such as yourself can understand." He leaned back relaxedly in the seat of his waveskimmer, putting his hands behind his head.

"I suppose, if we really must, we can duel for it, and use that to decide which of us has to pack up and leave. Why, you could even use it as an opportunity to try and take me captive. I'm sure the Emperor would be very happy if that happened."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Supporting: SJO
Allies: Saezahttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/138765-saeza-bolokvang/ | Leo
Engaging: [member="Ronan Vizsla"]
Location: Mandalorian Corvette

The trio boarded one of the pods being Launched from the Warthog, along with a handful of Rangers from the Silver Jedi. They gave Leo suspicious looks, but otherwise didn’t seem bothered by the two strange Jedi they hadn’t met before. Any help in a storm, Laira supposed, but she did worry they wouldn’t have his back once they arrived.

One of the Ranger’s started a countdown. “Don’t you wish I had flown us there?” the redhead asked to her friends on her left, smiling as they prepared to drop.

“No. I’ve rode with you before.”

“I got rammed into. That doesn’t make it my fault we crashed. Besides, isn’t the goal to ram into things this time?” She said with a laugh. Light-hearted banter before the fighting started. Before Leo could respond again, they dropped, being accelerated out into space by a magnetic launch system and then more so by the rocket on the little eight man drop pod.

One of the Rangers started counting again. Seconds to impact.

Another shouted about flak and point defense fire. Not much any of them could do about it in the little pod, but Laira’s danger sense prickled nonetheless. She and Saeza tightened their grips on their harnesses and closed their eyes right before it happened.

Flak from Mandalorian ships struck the right side of the pod, throwing shrapnel through the hull like a scattergun. Laira felt the coldness left in the wake of a being when they died around her. One of the Ranger’s screamed as their suit decompressed from being punctured, but there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Leo spoke, “Impact in three, two.” The ship shuddered, and then ground to a halt, rotating as the clamps sealed around the hull. “Guns moving to target. DROP NOW!” the distorted voice yelled across the comms. He was the first through the breach, dropping to the deck with a grunt, pumping his eradicator and spraying the conical disruptor energy on the responding Mandalorian crew. One turned to ash before his cold black faceplate with another’s armor melting into his skin. “MOVE!”

Laira and Saeza slipped through the hole next, hearing the turbolaser from the corvette pulse as it fired. The ranger in the opening almost didn’t make it through, but Saeza yanked her down to the deck with the Force. Lightsabers ignited, the iconic snap-hiss that echoed throughout time whenever a Jedi or Sith took to battle.

“Split.” Laira moved down the corridor, taking a left through a closing bulkhead towards her target while the other three took cover and engaged responding Mandalorians. Leo took a ripper to the shoulder in the first seconds but didn’t go down.

She’d have to get onto him a lot for getting shot. Big bad Death Trooper can’t help but get shot in the first minute of a fight.

Saeza continued to support him, using her Lightsaber defensively and trying to stand between the ranger and he with the Mandalorians opposite her lightsaber so she could help them with cover while he switched to his carbine, taking shots down the corridor.

“All points, keep moving. Watch for grenades. May the Force be with us.”

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Somewhere on Azure
Objective: Bring the Ruckus
Tags: N/A For the Moment

"Enemies detected, your highness. Fighters commence launch sequence."

The tethers which bound individuals of higher destiny together were a curious thing, the Cosmic Force flowing through them like electricity through a polarized conduit. It was when multiple destined beings converged on a single location that history was made, he had gleaned such prophetic insight through the oracles which had been bound to him through force of will. They saw a spinning azure globe silhouetted against a black star-field, crackling and pulsating with violence that bled the blue waters scarlet; a cerulean firebird casting a blackened shadow over a dead world.

So he had come, rarely did he ignore such strong prophecies. As it turned out, the Silver Jedi were to wage holy war against the Mandalorians at this critical juncture. A worthless planet of no strategic importance, no resources, no civilizations.

How humorous.

Though loathe to fully dedicate more than he had to, the Emperor had brought with him an adequate force to supplement the Mandalorian warriors. Three escort carriers lazily drifted along the upper atmospheric air currents, nine patrol carriers placed around the perimeter of the convoy. The outer ships were outfitted with the faster and more maneuverable Imperial interceptors, the larger carriers contained the main-line strike fighters, and the specialized elite fighters of the Sith Brotherhood had jumped in-system alongside them. As the warning klaxons began to ring out at the appearance of the Jedi strike force, the pilots who had spent hours waiting in the cockpits of their craft were finally given the green-light for ignition and commence launching procedures.

Among their numbers was the Emperor himself, situated in his own Sith fighter alongside members of Skull Squadron. There were few chances for the Emperor to stretch his pilot's legs and he relished the opportunity to see what these Jedi pilots were made out of. "Skull Squadron form up, interceptors maintain rearguard. Dominance fighters divide and move to join the Mandalorians, the rest stay behind and protect the convoy." Verbal confirmations from squad leaders quickly poured in through the comms, the fine-tuned war machine of the Sith Empire in action.

Skull Squadron and the Emperor accelerated towards where the battle in the air had been reported to be the most strenuous, for it would be there that the hammer of the Sith fell the hardest.

Spoiler

• [3] Vyitka-class Escort Carriers
  [240] Dominance-class Strike Fighters
  [120] Supplementing Mandalorian forces
• [120] Protecting carriers

[*][9] Dakhan-class Patrol Carriers

• [36] Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptors
  [36] Protecting Skull Squadron's rear

[*][20] Kojasi Sith Superiority Fighters

• [20] Moving to engage Jedi aerial forces

 

[Laandur Solus]

Objective: Recon.
Equipment: Armor (Right Vibro-wristblade/Cable launcher and left Stun baton/Sedative injector gauntlets), DL-44 (Han's pistol)
Opponent: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Others: [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Ador Horn"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jerek Morrows"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Celiana"]

Laandur trudged through the trees, followed closely by his trainee. It was probably odd to think of a Mandalorian hiding and sneaking around instead of running straight to action, but the man planned on living. It wasn't how he fought either. Laandur was a patient hunter. A spy. Not a front line soldier. He turned to his trainee as he walked over to the brush line, zooming his visor into the fray of combat. He was a bit surprised, and whispered to his trainee.

"Jetii? I would've expected the CIS, but..... No... it makes sense. After that false flag, Eshan, and H'ratth.... It make perfect sense. It's an action of consequence. Teach us a lesson."

"But they're jetii. I thought they were all...."

"You have to start understand things aren't usually so straight cut. Things tend to be a lot more complicated." He continued watching then looked back at the trainee. "Get ready. We'll definitely have a fight soon enough."

 

[Setter Ryburn]

OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE HVT, DISRUPT ENEMY ACTIVITIES
ALLIES: TASK FORCE RAIDER l [member="Amon Vizsla"] l [member="Bushi Nadora"] l [member="Mariel Dawnrider"] l [member="Kat Decoria"]
ENEMIES: [member="Kaine Australis"] l UCM



His breath fogged up his helmet as he strapped himself into the pod. The pod itself was more or less a coffin of iron, to some. His HUD was alight with various instruments, various readings. The casualties came in. He told them. But they knew. Some of them knew more than others. The Raiders gave their lives for the galaxy, or for a shared sense of duty. Some came because it was the last place they could go. But all the same, they died under the same skull. They would be remembered. They would be honored.

They would be avenged.

Setter turned his head, finding himself rather unimpressed with the area that he boarded with his team. He charged a shell into the chamber of his shotgun, taking point- due to his heavy armor, after all. Heavy was an understatement. It nearly bent the steel under him as he walked. He thought for a moment, pointing at Amon.

"You, me, DeWinter. We're going hunting." He turned and agreed with his second in command. The smaller Jedi would be good for intelligence gathering. "Get me something that gets me into their comms. I want to be able to unscramble our comms. Free up some battlespace." He turned to the other Jedi- [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]. He pointed a solitary finger at her.

"I want you to cause as much chaos as you can, inside or outside this ship. I've heard you're good under pressure. Call us if you need it. Everyone switch to local channels on your comms. We're on our own now."

More Raider operators came, to establish a position where Setter was. Setter designated it as the casualty collection point, and a possible hasty EVAC and rendezvous.

"Anyone gets separated, come back here. I'm leaving a squad here for support."

He turned as he saw T-shaped visors approaching, blasters up. He turned back to his team.

"Make 'em bleed."

And with that, the Commander of Raider fired the first shot- and the first seven, actually. His automatic shotgun was very loud in the enclosed space- and sent the defenders scrambling for what limited cover there was inside of a ship. Setter laughed behind his massive helmet, grinning ear to ear.









Equipment:



x6 Thermal Detonators

x1 Vibroknife (Located on right forearm)

http://starwarsrp.ne...oc-raider-suit/Raider Suit

x2 http://starwarsrp.ne...s-combat-knife/(Upper left tricep and on belt)

http://starwarsrp.ne...r/#entry1701525

Three Drums For Weapon (83 Shells)

http://starwarsrp.ne...-rifle/?hl=rs16

10 Magazines for Weapon (30-Round Magazines)

http://starwarsrp.ne...angers-grapple/(Left wrist)