Dominion The Frontier War: Home Front | Dominion of R-Duba

[Messorem]

Objective 2: Plunder the city of New Krosport. Deface their monuments, steal their valuables, and teach Mandalorians a lesson for interfering with the criminal frontier.
Tags: Open
Links: Weapons in bio at bottom​

A raid on the Enclave, a few months ago and Messorem would have seen it as unimportant. That was around the time when the Enclave had come to Lyran IV. The Krakens had been pushed off the planet then, though it had been a hard fought battle in the end, and their exile hadn't lasted long. Soon enough, more covert piracy schemes had begun there again, though far more hidden away. Sadly, that had only been the beginning, and the Enclave had continued to push, continued to take ground and free space from the pirates. If that were all, Messorem wouldn't care nearly as much, but they had cut into their profits, and slowed future sales and operations as well.

That simply wouldn't do. As such, Messorem and his crew had come to New Krosport to raid and plunder the place, to take back a portion of the lost profits. Would this bring about greater retribution, perhaps, but it could also open up new doors. Only time would tell what the future held in store. But the longer he spent in this city, the less he believed he'd make it to that future. Their intel had been wrong, or the Mandos had been faster than expected, it mattered little. Either way, there were a lot more people present both in orbit and on the ground.

Sighing, he ducked into a side alley, even as sounds of fighting grew closer and louder. There were scatterings of pirates, along with others it seemed, all over the place, but more than enough Mandos to match them. Speed now was their main advantage, that and staying out of the way. Leaning out to the road, he glanced towards a nearby museum. If nothing else, he promised himself, I'll steal something valuable. Stepping out onto the road, he began making his way there, keeping his head down to hopefully avoid attention.

 

[Iuuna Talon]

Kerest

There was never a precise map of Kerest, for what was, would once more be overtaken by snow and ice. Wiped away as if it never existed and such was Kerest. Yet the trail of Iuuna's coat seemed to linger if only briefly before the snow tumbled over. The wind spoke as it carved away at the mountains, brushed along the frigid wastes and over what had once been a lush paradise of plains and forests. Iuuna felt the cold nip at her nose and strike at her skin as she pushed forward. ​

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Her ship receded in view behind her, disappearing as she gave one last look over her shoulder. Iuuna could only describe the call of the Force to the old human legends of sirens and their songs. On various worlds some humans reported this mysterious creature who lured them to their deaths with song. Iuuna supposed that must have been the case with her, however; she knew death and knew it well. She did not fear it, rather welcomed it with open arms for it was the only truth in the Galaxy that had any credibility. ​

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Ice-covered waters were ahead the snow ran thin here, with ice beneath it and so Iuuna paused. Her argent eyes surveyed their surroundings, left and right the ice lakes seemed to span far and wide. Across lay more of the same, and so she paused momentarily to try and center herself. It was only when she quieted her mind and focused that she could hear something whisper unintelligible mutterings. Shadows spoke before footsteps fell and Iuuna shifted quickly to the right before the strike of a rusty axe came down. ​

 

[Yeshua]

Aboard: CNS Jericho​

Wearing: Service Dress Uniform​

INBOUND

It had been only a handful of days since the Farboon operation.

In the wake of successfully bringing order to the lawless world, there was an inquiry imposed upon the CNS Jericho. Specifically looking into its arrival at the destination in a totally wounded state. While in transit from Confederate space to the operation, a freak hyperspace storm caught the vessel off guard. The overwhelming majority of inbound vessels managed to evade the storm altogether, or otherwise weather it and still be in fighting condition. Not so the CNS Jericho. Upon arrival, its shields and weapons were compromised.

Though the investigation overall placed no fault upon the crew or its leadership, Commander Yeshua von Sorenn took this as a personal failure. The vampyre aspired to keep his record blameless, and this was a blemish upon his repute. Nonetheless, the hero of the day was clearly Petty Officer Finnea Virlee , who worked tirelessly to get their vessel back up to peak condition. In fact, after the repairs were complete, her crews ensured the CNS Jericho received preventative maintenance and upgrades. In her own words this won't be happening again, not on her watch.

It was a good thing these efforts had been made immediately, for an alert was soon blaring upon the Commander's bridge. As per the usual, the vampyre was seated upon his command throne, goblet in hand. Their repairs were being undertaken in the Vylmira sector - far from home. But it was the closest port to their next assignment. Fortune would have it that they were close to the origin point of the distress call.

"Signal's a bit weak, enhancing." called the helmsman.

"Onscreen when you can."

Soon, the hazy image of an armored warrior appeared on the bridge. One could scarcely make out the visage of capital ships filling the heavens above. And in a heavy accented voice, the warrior implored assistance defending Hefi from a surprise attack. "The Mandalorian Enclave..." the vampyre stroked his beard for a moment. "Those were the fighters from Roon, yes?"

"Aye sir. Seems they've set up their own nation next door."

"Well then, let's be good neighbors. Get command on the horn."

A hail went out to the CNS Jericho's superior officers: the four High Marshals. In truth, Yeshua only needed clearance from his direct superior - High Marshal Anashla Deshal . But, if the assault was as dire as depicted, he'd need all the backup he could get. The CNS Jericho could pack a bunch, but alone it wouldn't conquer a fleet.

"This is Commander von Sorenn of the CNS Jericho, relaying emergency transmission. Requesting permission to assist. Repeat."​

Amelia von Sorenn | Anashla Deshal | Thorald Magnusson | Vorn Kessig | Gavires Luna | Decima von Sorenn | Zohar | TE-236 | Subject 73 Red | Kaira Vinesse | Runar Ulfsson | Finnea Virlee​

Spoiler: TLDR

- CNS Jericho has received the Enclave transmission requesting assistance.
- Message is being relayed to CAF High Command

 

[Gavires Luna]

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INBOUND

Aboard: CNS Calugas
Wearing: Service Dress Uniform​

The Basilia-class had no sooner been launched and the Calugas commissioned for service within Maramere's Naval Forces. Today however her normal blue, red, and gold were exchanged for shades of the Confederate violet. They were in the Confederacy's hierarchy assigned to its Capital Sector, but to the Maramerens it was simply a price of service. The Calugas was simply the first of their fleet, supplemented by Confederate and Victorian vessels they heard the call presented by the Jericho. Captain Luna walked down from her command station and over toward the CONN. Where a communications officer rested some distance away from the helm. "Open a channel to the Jericho." Ordered Luna, she hated the Confederate uniform it was pompous with little circumstance behind it. It also seemed to be made of every fiber known to offend the Marameren's body.

An encrypted channel opened to the Jericho. "Jericho this is Calugas, we've heard your call, we are en route with a line of ships, Captain Luna out." With the channel closed she turned her attention to the right, "helm what's our ETA?" Hands placed at her back as she closed the distance between herself and the helmsman's station.

"A ten minutes."

"Make it five, reroute power to engines. Let us not keep the Jericho waiting."

"Ang lahat ng mga kamay ay pulang alerto, mga istasyon ng labanan." Luna's orders were stern as she made her way back to her station, the sounds of the red alert klaxons wailed throughout the bridge and the ship itself. At three thousand meters, the Basilia was about to get its first run in combat. The pure Marameren crew of the Calugas rushed to their battle stations, shields were raised and weapons would be ready to fire the moment they dropped out of hyperspace. "Ngayon ay pinararangalan natin ang ating tahanan, para sa Maramere." They would honor their home and fight on behalf of Maramere.

A chant that was echoed from stem to stern of the battlecruiser, Para sa Maramere. Para sa Maramere. A proud people that today would show both the Confederacy and the Galaxy what they were capable of.

Amelia von Sorenn | Anashla Deshal | Thorald Magnusson | Vorn Kessig | Yeshua | Decima von Sorenn | Zohar | TE-236 | Subject 73 Red | Kaira Vinesse | Runar Ulfsson | Finnea Virlee​

Spoiler: TLDR

- CNS Calugas has heard Jericho's call, responding.

 

[Valera]

D I S C O V E R Y​

HEFI
NEW KROSTPORT

The middle of a warzone was not where she had thought to find herself on that day when she had slipped into New Krostport; though that was now where she had discovered herself as the sky seemed to fall and pirates and other such ner do wells had fallen upon the planet of Hefi. For the woman, she had her own goals, her own little mission that would likely be frowned upon had been it discussed with anyone - which was the very reason she had ensured that it wasn't discussed with a singular soul outside of her and herself in the mirror. The emergence of the Enclave had been somewhat of a surprising shock - a potential threat from Wild Space appearing upon the borders of the Confederacy and just as quickly seeking their own expansion to make their mark upon the galaxy. What little was known had all come from the city she was currently dodging falling debris; from the planet that was now under siege. There had to have been somewhere else, someplace further in the void from which these Mandalorians had issued forth, and it was a secret that many seemed to want to keep - and others, well others wanted it for their own reasons.

Falling into the latter of that camp rather than the former, she had her own reasons for being on Hefi - and with the sky falling while pirates and buccaneers rampaged through the streets, she had the perfect cover for her personal goal. It was her hope, that somewhere in all this chaos, she'd be able to discover the true location that these Mandalorians called home, or at the very least, some clues that would point in a more solid direction. First, however, she needed to survive, a task that she was already accomplishing as she slipped into the doorway just short of an explosion that tore through the street ahead of her. It had been closer than some of the others, and though she was more focused on keeping her head down, the few glimpses above were more than enough to see Starfighters screaming through the skies whilst the people below shrieked in their attempts to find cover or safety for them and theirs.

Peeking out from behind the momentary cover that she had taken for herself, she quickly unholstered her sidearm; checking the chamber and nodding as she was greeted with the sight of a round resting in place. With the slide slipping forward, she once more checked her surroundings. It was starting to become rather annoying being on the ground - though she preferred her current location to those that were in the heavens above. Traveling through space was always uncomfortable for her - an unpleasant part of her job and one that she'd often have to endure in order to arrive at the next location. Still, she wanted nothing to do with pitched fleet engagements or starfighter dogfights, preferring to leave such things to droids and those that seemed to waste their life and perfecting that craft.

A heavy sigh slipped from her lips as she quickly pulled herself over what had remained of the wall she had taken cover behind. Dropping down to the street below as she quickly pulled her sidearm up, holding it forward as she began to slowly and carefully advance along the wall of the nearly demolished building. Pulling herself into cover within a half-collapsed doorway, she pressed her back up against what had been a wooden door, held up by the rubble behind it as she allowed two soldiers to quickly rush by. She didn't need to worry about them, nor did she want to get herself into a firefight if she could avoid it - for now, she had one goal - get to a library, or really any location that had some form of information on hand. Anything that could help her further her own goal, or in some manner, provide her with additional information that some may consider tantalizing.

Tags: Open

Chaos NaNo 2021: 675​

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[Thorald Magnusson]

Helming: C.N.S. Hell Hound​

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I N B O U N D​

Tagging: Yeshua | Gavires Luna | Amelia von Sorenn | Vorn Kessig | Anashla Deshal
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Standing at the helm of the C.N.S. Hell Hound, Jerric stood with his arms crossed, his eyes watching the screen as he tested out a new prototype over the planet of Scariff. The preliminary simulations had been going well, but now was time for the practical examination, he could only pray that it went well, but only time would tell.

He listened to the comms chatter of the crew of the Prototype, listening as they began powering up the devices throughout the project, coming to a standstill as an alert came through the Confederate broadcast channels.

"This is Commander von Sorenn of the CNS Jericho, relaying emergency transmission. Requesting permission to assist. Repeat."

The High Marshal listened carefully to the call from the Captain of the Jericho, his brow furrowing as he thought about the logistics of having them aid these Mandalorians. After a few brief, moments he moved towards his communications officer, "High Priority Message, Sigma, Hotel, Alpha, X-Ray, One, Seven, Seven. To all available ships, this is High Marshal Luthias of the Vylmira Sector, I am requesting aid be given to the people of Hefi, the Hell Hound is en route, I request any military vessel to make way towards the planet, coordinates will be provided for rendezvous."

With a wave of his hand, the communication was ended and sent off to the other members of the Confederate Navy. His eyes narrowed as he looked towards his communications officer once more, "Tell the prototype to stand down and remain around Scarif, we will be back to finish this soon."

Jerric turned his attention towards the helmsman of the Hell Hound, with a point of his finger the young man laid in a course for those specified within his message. The High Marshal's eyes narrowed in focus for a mere moment, before he pointed forward, "Engage"

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[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped: Calypso's Thunder, Harlequin sabers, Gravpack, Viper mk2 skinsuit
Ship: Midnight Kyber
NPCs: Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Location: 6 hours at class 1.0 from Hefi near a rearming base.
Objective: steal munitions, destroy base
Allies: Isidor Justeene Dispara other pirates
Enemies: PVE station, 2 corvettes and some fighters

Cass was pleased to see the form the Lightning thud out of hyperspace as planned and immediately open fire in the station, it was a larger and more heavily armed vessel than the agile Kyber and its banks of turbolasers were making an absolute mess of the enemy defensive weapons. "Nice work Izzie, keep up the heat on that section, I am going to engage the defending corvettes."

A moment or two later the smaller Witch's Boudoir arrived and it too opened fire, it engaged one of the corvettes, it looked like a fairly even fight, ton for ton, but Cass was willing to bet that enemy corvette didn't have a Captain of Dispara's Caliber on board.

"Sorry, late again, I know."

"Well, it's a good job you are pretty then isn't it girl!" She replied over the Comm.

The Kyber looped over the top the station toward a long gantry that connected two large sections of the station together, she could see through the gantry windows, groups of soldiers running from the main hub towards the outer section that her schematics told her housed munitions storage, with a blast of her turbolasers, the gantry was ripped apart and dozens more soldiers flew out into the cold vacuum.

"Captain, that strike killed power to the munitions area" came news from Dex, and the information was confirmed as the severed section went dark and its weaponry ceased firing, it began drifting very lazily away from the main station, only at a speed a few inches per second, but it was clear that the blast had imparted the smallest amount of movement.

"Isidor and Dispara, primary munitions storage is clear and powered down, I am sending boarders in now to begin clearing it out." The lighting on her ship flickered as a barrage of ion cannons struck her ship from the unengaged corvette. "Captain, that power surge threw of our jamming, they its impossible to tell but they may have had time to get a call for help out!" Dex informed her.

"Right my friends, we may or may not have some incoming, we have at least 3 hours, so it's not a fast clock but there is a clock." Cass informed the other two pirates as her ship fired a barrage of concussion and disruptor missiles at the offending corvette, disabling one flank of its weapons systems and damaging its engines. "Try that again you little punk" Cass said to herself.

In space the fighter combat was going well, between Isidors fighters and Cass's, the defenders were being beaten back. Following Cass instructions, the Chiss fighters swooped toward the damaged munitions section and latched on to the outer hull. Between the four of them 24 armed pirates, led by the terrifying mawite raider Dreyshan were now entering the station. The fighting would be brutal, but Casses boarders were well trained and well armed.

 

[Iuuna Talon]

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Kerest

Iuuna had only just missed the Kerestrian's fatal swing. She looked up at the creature, someone who long ago would have been proud to show off his homeworld. Now he was only instincts, wrapped in a living being. Iuuna's argent orbs began to shift in their color. How dare they. No weapons on her person, Iuuna would have to make use of what she had and that was the Force and the elements present on Kerest. Her hands ushered upward in a swift motion forced the snow-covered ground to rise while she stepped back. The barren landscape wouldn't do, and so she focused on the cold around her. The creature began to rush around the mound of dirt and snow. ​

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She willed the snow across his vision blinding him. Another shift in the shadows and there was a second axe, Iuuna scarcely avoided it, her coat torn in the process. Exposing her even further to Kerest's harsh environment. If it was death they craved then it was death they would have she thought to herself. Uttering words in the old tongues as she bade the snow to her side she sent forward another gust of snow once more into her attacker's eyes. ​

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A look over her shoulder and there, the ice-covered lakes, that was where she needed to be. One more large gust toward her attackers and Iuuna broke away from their line of sight heading as quickly as she could toward the ice. ​

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Tags: Jenn Kryze | Gwyneira Vizsla | Vren Rook | Tawnita Wren | Darius Mereel | Romul Saxon | Thonn Rokkal |
Engaging: Xyoz Maji | Messorem

Sam stared with visible confusion as the mutt Jenn put down suddenly got back up to start shouting at them... only to have his head blown apart... and get back up to continued shouting at them like it was nothing. "Sad part is that's not even the weirdest thing I've experienced in my life." She muttered, her gaze still plastered on the pirate shouting at them.

Looking down at Jenn's pistol then her own, then at the sniper somewhere behind them, she reached a conclusion with a sigh. "You see, that's your problem, chica! You Mandalorians keep using these weird slugthrowers and stuff that can't keep anything down!" She complained with pride as she took a few steps towards the pirate. "Gotta get yourself a good blaster! Lemme show you how he do it south side!" With a maniacal grin and two pistols angled sideways she let loose on the fleabag. Round after round spat from her pistol until the clicking of empty blasters was all that could be heard from her.

With a smug grin she turned back to Jenn and lightly smacked her on the head with one of her pistols. That'll rile her up a bit. "See chica? Problem solved! Now let's go sort out the rest of these schuttas." Despite her confidence, though, she stopped and watched the mutt to see what he was going to do. She was going to be very embarrassed if he actually stood back up from that. "He better stay down, I ain't payin' anyone any betting money." She voiced her concerns as she casually slotted a pair of fresh magazines into her pistols.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Tags: Sam Sheridan I Gwyneira Vizsla I Vren Rook I Tawnita Wren I Darius Mereel I Romul Saxon I Thonn Rokkal I
Engaging: Xyoz Maji I Messorem

Jenn blinked in shock as the mutt in front of them kept on barking his words-the fact that he had his head completely destroyed didn't seem to faze him that much, which really made her wonder if she wasn't better off just going all-out on this oddity of nature. Before she could try to identify who the mysterious sniper was or how to handle this regenerative pain in her backside, though... Sam decided to be, well, Sam. The Mandalorian could only sigh in the face of such words, reloading the hopelessly antiquated, single-action revolver she adored so much- enduring the words of her friend with patience no vod would ever receive from her.

Then again, she had to admit... Sam's bravado was endearing. She liked hearing her boast like that- seeing her walk up to the pirate and blast him into the next life with that murderous swagger she no doubt acquired in her time in Coruscant's underworld. It was only when her helmet-clad head was smacked by one of these pistols that she jumped up, torn from her reverie- and rolled her eyes with a groan. ''Sam, girl- you're a loudmouth, you know that?'' remarked the warrior nonchalantly as she raised her hand towards the mutt's crumpled form... and fired her wrist rocket at the fleabag.

With a shrug, she turned back towards her friend, clapping her hand on her back. ''Better safe than sorry, yeah?''

 

[Isidor Justeene]

Location: Hefi near a rearming base.
Objective: Steal, fight and then, destroy the base
Ship: Blood Lightning
Tag: Cass Gemini | Dispara

<"You are fashionably late Dis, glad you are here."> Isidor says amused over the Comm.

Dispara was fashionably late, but he was glad she was here. He wondered if she would be able to make it. But he had needn't worried. Of all the Coalition, he worked well with them. Cass most of all. He smiled at that thought, he soon had to return his focus on the fight at hand as Lightning took a peppering from a bomb run.

Shields were holding, thankfully, but that was a crafty move by the enemy. His Fighters soon broke from the swarm and intercepted the enemy bomber. The gunfire steadily increased in concentration as they focused fully on their section of the Rearming station.

They even launched a few warhead missiles at it for extra carnage. People sprayed out of the hole like water from a fountain. But still, they fired until there was nothing left to destroy on that section. But as Cass pointed out there is a path to clearing out the Munitions within, he quickly looked to his Cathaar crew member, she will be getting a slice of the fighting pie by boarding the Station.

<"Xenia take your boarding crew and assist Captain Gemini with relieving the station of its Munitions."> He orders as he jots a quick note on his datapad.

Xenia quickly gathered her team and went to the Hangar to their fighters/boarders. They launched soon after heading to the untouched storage areas, closely shadowed by their fighters to ward off any attacks.

<"Cass, Xenia is arriving to help with the Munitions removal."> He radios Cass after a brief pause as the swarm of Fighters fought outside. So far it is going well, they are free to run rampant here. Cass's plan was the best, his was to go to the city and cause chaos. He thought about it and ultimately decided he is not risking his head against Mandalorian warriors. The last time ended up being a complete Kark Up. They were lucky they were able to escape alive.

Nikita from his station got the lights to flicker to let everyone that he got into the system and made sure the protective shielding was down on the more potent munitions. The Duros considered switching off the life support, but he wasn't that cruel, he had no reason to be. So he left it be because it would not seem fair to play with lives.

 

[Xyoz Maji]

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Objective: Enoughs enough.
Location: Clueless
Allies: Krakens
Enemies: Enclave: Jenn Kryze | Sam Sheridan | Gwyneira Vizsla

They weren't listening.

That was the first thought that entered his mind as the first bolt entered his body. Energy slammed into him again and again, ripping through to singe his flesh. Anger was the next thought. He stumbled back under the hail of blaster fire, slumping slowly, then falling flat to the ground. Head against the dirt, all he felt was anger. He'd been tricked into coming here, and when he tried to leave peacefully they shot him? His fists tightened on the loose gravel underneath him.

He hated this. Shai would just have to forgive him for what he did next.

Xyoz rose to his feet once again, his wounds clearly healing at a slower rate. But hate filled his eyes as he stared at the two Mandalorians bickering about making sure he was dead. A missile was shot next. He stood up completely, bringing a hand up. The wrist rocket stopped midair. From seemingly nothing ice had erupted from before him. Jagged spikes of blue white enchased the munition and onward. Like a wave it rushed out, the spikes trying to either impale or overtake the two woman before him. He stepped around it, his once orange eyes now a deep, blood red.

"Fine, we fight."

 

[Iuuna Talon]

Kerest

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The walls and snow didn't hold her attackers back for long, but Iuuna didn't need them to. Ever grateful for her aunt's advice to always wear flats or boots as opposed to walking on toothpicks. Iuuna slid down the snowbank and felt the frigid touch of the ice beneath her fingers. She smirked as she watched her attackers race down toward her. Raising to her feet she motioned with her hands to raise the ice from where it had been. Sharp ice formations grew and were launched toward her attackers who wore little but leather and the ice - the ice was enough to cause them to move and expose themselves. ​

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The problem became however was when one of those lumbering oafs collided with the ice. The ice began to crack and Iuuna needed to reach the other side of the lake fast. The two attackers struggled to get back to their feet and the young Echani raced and slid across the ice. She had to figure out how to channel the Force so that she could create the ice herself. Otherwise, this could end terribly, and she'd hate to be the poor person who had to tell her aunt what happened.​

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No. She didn't want to be them but she would definitely delight in watching them flail in an attempt to explain themselves. ​

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Equipment:
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Spoiler

• Buy'ce
• Danger Jacket
• Load Bearing System
• Jump Boots
• Twin Blaster Pistols
• Heavy Blaster Pistol
• The Distant Chill DC-01
• The Devastating Chill DC-02

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TAGS: Jenn Kryze Xyoz Maji Sam Sheridan

"Haar'chak! Oh chit! Oh chit! Oh chit, oh chit, oh-"

Watching this foe regenerate, again and again, caused Gwyneira to freak. Charrics, missiles, blaster fire... did nothing but aggravate the creature. Gwyneira watched through her viser and scope, stunned and terrified, as he declared war on them.

The Foundling's heart pounded ferociously. The girl struggled to figure out what to do. He seemingly could not be defeated, and she was not going to wait and watch for any kind of weaknesses. The obvious course of action was to subdue this creature, but how?

Gwyneira raised her sniper rifle and examined him. She fired another Charric shot, hoping to blast his foot and hamstring him for a moment. Meanwhile, she did something she really did not want to do - through her comlink, she called Jenn Kryze .

"Hey, Jenn. Guess who? Gwyn, I'm the sniper. Listen, let's cut to the chase, we can't beat him with raw fire power. I think the best course of action is to immobilize him, tie him down. But I need to know what gear you and that girl not wearing a buy'ce have. I can come up with a plan, but I need something to work with."

All the while, Gwyn continued to fire her Charric sniper rifle - but to impair and slow, not to kill.

 

[Siv Krayt]

OBJECTIVE: DEFEND HEFI

EQUIPMENT: Siv's Shield , M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol

"Oh come on you sorry excuse of a Gamorrean!" She would say before casually blocking another blow of the large Gamorrean's battleax, the metal on metal contact sending a wave of sparks to the floor. It was quite pretty really, the sparks lighting up the darkroom that was the small tavern and gambling den. The current bet was if the smaller Mandalorian, clad in her armor and wielding just her shield could take on a Gamorrean, a big one at that and his ax. Currently, many of the people around her were booing, cause they all knew they were losing their wagers today. And as always, Siv had bet on herself, so she was going to be making a pretty penny today.

The lumbering ogre of a creature took another swing, this one actually with a bit of force and from a different angle than the two he'd been using for the last fifteen minutes. The blow, however, was caught again by her shield, which she currently had deployed in its compact form, allowing for more maneuverability as she all but teased the Gamorrean. "Woah ho ho! Big boy is learning something. Maybe you all can actually make some money next week, eh?" She would say, taunting them with a cackle of a laugh.

Siv turned back to the Gamorren, who looking as tired a Taunton at this point... his jaw hanging open as he panted each breath. He somehow too. 'And I thought they smelled bad already...' she would think, figuring she'd made the poor thing her punchline for long enough she gave a huff of calm as she watched the Gamorren take one last tired swing at her.

She would block it again easily, but this time she moved her free arm after the blow and took hold of one of its large exposed teeth, she could feel the sopping moisture coming from its mouth... gross. With her newfound handhold, she would plant the edge of the shield down on its foot and give the tooth, and the rest of the Gamorrenian's skull, a hefty pull. Using both the force on the foot and the yank to topple the lumbering thing over. The beast of a creature would make an awful screech of noise as it fell over, Siv simply stepping out of its way and letting good old gravity do the rest. It hit the ground with a comical cloud of dust, Siv quickly shoving him over with her boot heel onto his back and bringing her shield's edge to its neck. Her eyes would snap up to the man who had lost most of all today, the Gamorrenian's handler and practical owner. "Does he yield?" She would ask coldly, "One good push of this shield and you'll be out a good couple credits more than you alre-"

The sound of Blaster fire and potent swearing broke the silence that had fallen on the room, frankly, she hadn't noticed how quiet it had gotten in these last few seconds... must've surprised the crowd with her moves. She was a bit of a showman when it came to fights after all. "What's going on outside?"


Casually one of the spectators would speak up. "Just some raiders."

"Really? And none of you were concerned?" To that, she got a resounding answer of "Meh"s and "Not really"s. She would groan and step away from the beast, walking toward the door. "Alf I'll be back for my winnings when this is said and done. And don't you dare try to stiff me or I'll yank on your tooth like the Gamorrean here, but unlike his, I doubt those pearly whites will still be there once I'm done." She threatened as she grabbed her remaining gear: her Beskad and her blaster, the latter of which she shoved into her holster. And with that, the armored up Mandalorian stepped outside.

The commotion was much more audible out here, sporadic bursts of blaster fire and panic of bystanders... so there was a raid going on... "Damn, gamblers... they have no sense." She would mutter as she looked around for where to get into the fight.

"Fine, we fight."

Siv heard the words and witnessed the Shistavanen work his ice magic against Jenn Kryze , Gwyneira Vizsla , and Sam Sheridan 'This will be a more interesting fight' she thought before she began to loudly strike her Beskad against her shield, the contact making a few sparks scatter to the floor. "Hey, Furball!" She would shout out tauntingly, wanting to distract the angered Shistavanen from their current target. "If you want a proper fight, I'm you're girl. And I'm spoiling for a good brawl," She would say with a chuckle, continuing to bang her shield with her weapon.

Siv was a showman, after all. She knew how to grab someone's attention.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Over one of the tall buildings , Hilal watched over the many criminals that were looting streets and killing everyone in their path. Smirking while inhaling smoke of from her cigarette, the Mandalorian's helmet lay near the edge of the building. "So many targets," She muttered taking another puff of smoke. "All I see are credit signs."

Hilal was dragged back to the Mandalorian Enclave to fight the Frontier War starting with liberating R-Duba. Strange name for a planet but Hilal didn't care about names or ideology, she just wanted to get paid. Of course the Enclave that was set up near the borders of CIS space had plenty of credits to go around. A place where a Mando can call home and a fountain of credits? It was almost heaven for Hilal, It's funny though how things between the CIS and Mandos changed over the years. One moment, they were fighting a bloody war and now they're best buds for life.


But enough about the chit, there was a war going on and Hilal and ain't gonna get anything done just sitting on her ass. Flicking her Cigarette off the building and placing on her helmet, Hilal took out her twin blaster pistols and began to fly towards the battlefield. "Time to earn my pay," she smirked while she began to unleash a barrage of hellfire rockets from her jet pack. Each missile smashed onto the criminals below creating large bite size chunks.

"Probably over did it," Hilal chuckled as she began to follow up the damage she did showering the retreating criminals with blaster fire.

"Come on you bastards!" She yelled. "Fight me!"

 

[Eris Vexx]

Location: Munitions Section

"Hauh?" An incredulous voice rose sharply as the entire place shook. "What kind of a place is this?" A distinctly feminine, yet deep voice demanded. Lights were flickering, the deck was trembling, and now there were the unmistakable pangs of cables as they latched on to the exterior. Really, though, it was just another distraction as the guards that'd been surrounding her and hers were already asking themselves the same questions. Because a distraction was just what the Captain ordered. Good job, Galaxy, doing as you were told!

A blue arm swept around and knocked one of the guards into the nearby wall. All the signal the other five with her needed to start grappling, pushing, and beating those nearest them. Damn Mandalorians thought they had them dead to rights intruding on their turf. Showed them.

"Captain..."

The six foot six Captain Eris Vexx turned to stare at her First Mate. She held up a hand and sniffed off to one side. "Yeah, yeah. We could get the loot, but these voiddogs'll just box us in there with it. Get the crew back to the raft -- if it's still here. Otherwise steal one of their lifepods, we'll meet up back on the ship."

The man paused to stare at the blue woman for a moment. "And you?"

"Eh?" One brow lowered over a bright eye. "I'm going to see who these voiddogs are. Might as well figure out who'll be a pain in our ass later."

"They might kill you, Cap'," he said in alarm.

With a toothy grin, Eris slapped a hand atop the man's shoulder. "Has that ever worked for anyone in the past? Now get before I consider this a mutiny, you softy." As the men ran off, she bent down to retrieve the small sledge that the captors had dropped. Her favorite weapon.

It wouldn't be long before some people named Gemini and Xenia showed up. Eris slung the hammer over her shoulder in one hand and gave them all a hearty grin as well. "Right, so I softened them up for you. You're welcome. Name's Captain Eris Vexx. Parlay?" Not that this detached munitions sections was her ship, but who didn't enjoy a good parlay? It was that or they all tried killing one another, and didn't these people have loot to secure instead? Hard to do that when you're dead.

Tag: Cass Gemini | Dispara | Isidor Justeene

 

[Romul Saxon]

W A R M A S T E R

Objective: Defend Hefi
Allied: Gwyneira Vizsla | Tawnita Wren | Jenn Kryze | Vren Rook | Darius Mereel | Thonn Rokkal | Siv Krayt | Hilal Vizsla | The Operator
Opposed: Xyoz Maji | Sam Sheridan | Messorem

The Mandalorians advanced with fire and fury.

"Forward!" Romul roared, gesturing with his massive blood-spattered war axe. The collective forces of the Mando'ade charged behind them as they surged, a tide advancing against the assorted scum of Wild Space. The tall Mandalorian warrior himself was a crimson-and-gold cleaver, cutting a wide path before him.

The criminal alliance had gained the upper hand in the surprise attack; but they were not an army to siege and conquer, more enforcers and raiders meant to hit-and-run. That was showing, and there were reports that across the city elements were already withdrawing with whatever valuables they had managed to steal. They would be lucky to escape with their lives, for many would not today; Romul Saxon would be making sure of that.

He stormed through a trio of Guavian enforcers, cutting them down with ease, before marching down a narrow back alley to make his way to an opposite road. Where they were going, they were facing heaevy resistance; but the Warmaster knew this city better than the scum that had come to try and sack it. This shortcut would take them past the New Krostport Mandalorian Archives to get to the Varos district.

The warmaster entered the street on the opposite side of the alleyway to see a figure making their way quickly towards the archives. It was hard to make out features, but they were obviously not Mandalorian. "Stop," the Warmaster boomed, "and face the judgement for your crimes, criminal scum." He hefted his war axe in challenge, as he could hear the battle behind him growing ever closer. Soon the two would not be alone.

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[Garrus Garon]

Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Pirates, Criminals, Etc
Objective: Get some!
Equipment: Heavy Beskar'gam, Heavy Repeating Blaster, Beskad​

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New Krostport was alive with battle. Blasterfire filled the streets alongside the sounds of the melee, the desperate cries of the dying and the triumphant howls of those engrossed in the bloodlust of combat. No one was safe, nothing would be untouched.

An explosion rocked the streets, sending debris flying as fire belched from a building that had been a storefront. A Man, screaming ran out of the blaze until he was consumed in the fire already covering him and fell onto his stomach motionless. The HUD of the Warrior's Visor picked up movement further down the street, the Friend/Foe Designator integrated into the systems of his Buy'ce lighting up.

As the call to advance roared over the comms of his Helm the Mandalorian stepped from the sidelines further down the street now ablaze with the fires of battle and into the open. The Beskar'gam he wore was heavy, massive but no more intimidating than the weapon he held, braced in both hands. A Heavy Repeating Blaster, normally mounted for stability but instead held secure in the armored hands of the Warrior.

When Garrus stepped into the open he'd squeeze the trigger of the weapon causing it to light up the street. The Blasterfire he created was immense, as was the kick when the recoil was felt. Anyone one else may have struggled to handle such a large weapon but the Warrior was strong, almost inhumanly so thanks to the genetic manipulation and augmentation that he'd undergone ages ago. In his hands the Heavy Repeating Blaster seemed steady, braced against the outsideof his right hip while his left arm acted as support.

Such blasterfire almost assuredly decimated any opposition he took direct aim at. The Designator in his helm flashed as various targets were snuffed out. On his back the telltale sign of a Beskad was apparent, the hilt extending up past his left shoulder. Garrus felt it was best to be prepared incase someone came to close.

He advanced alongside the rest of the Mando'ade.

 

[Sam Sheridan]

Sam's heart sank when the mutt stood back up again and stopped Jenn's rocket mid-air with seemingly no effort whatsoever. Couldn't the guy have started with "I'm a karkin' force user" before he started to shout at them like a man-child? Sam didn't even have time to say something before sharp spikes of ice appeared out of nowhere and came straight at the two women. "Oh kriff!" She shouted as she jumped out of the way, scrambling to steer clear of the dangerous pieces of ice. "South side ain't workin'!" She called out as she fired a few more times at him, trying to get back to Jenn.

To her surprise, another Mandalorian showed up out of nowhere... at least she looked in the mood to tango with a force using fleabag. This was one instance where Sam would let the ones wearing the armour go first rather. "Enjoy yourself, girl, you're askin' to get messed up!" She shouted at the stranger as she ran into a nearby alley and took aim around the corner. This time, at least, she was in a better position to fire at their attacker again. "I was ready for karking pirates, not a bloody force user! Where the hell did that come from, that's just cheating!" She ranted over the shots of her pistols as she continued to fire at the mutt.

She had the suspicion that no amount of shots was going to bring him down. If he could tank all of the damage he did, still get up, then send ice at them out of nowhere... maybe it would be better to simply go chill in the shop. They had beer there, beer was nice.

Xyoz Maji Jenn Kryze Gwyneira Vizsla Siv Krayt