Dominion The Frontier War: Operation Rainfall | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Kamino

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Bridge, Krayt Class Light Cruiser
Orbit over Kamino​

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He had sinned. All it took was a moment for anger to get the better of him and he had stepped away. He'd aided the Bryn'adul when they went to war against the Silver Jedi Concord and again, during the Last Battle when the Eternal Empire had attacked the world of Denon. The Bryn'adul had lost that battle and in the process of that loss the aftershock had washed out over the galaxy, the Bryn'adul had collapsed on itself in a sense and was no longer a galactic power. Naimes ahn-Dross would return home.

He hadn't joined the Enclave, not officially but he was a Mandalorian out of time. He came from a time in the past and his age was starting to catch up with him a bit. In comparison to years past Naimes had started to look older, where he'd once been clean shaven he had started sporting some stubble and age lines were apparent on his brow. He worried.

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The Krayt Class Light Cruiser was a ship out of time too. It had been designed years ago and could be considered outdated now compared to other vessels yet it carried a sense of home with it. Naimes had commanded it a long time, the Mandalorians that crewed it were all loyal to him.

The Light Cruiser hovered in orbit around the world of Kamino. The Ocean World was occupied by former Confederate Forces, the Enclave had come to 'liberate' them and bring Kamino into the new Mandalorian fold. Outfitted with powerful Gravity Well Projectors and Tractor Beams the Light Cruisers role would be to stop potential enemy vessels from fleeing the surface so that other Capital Ships could engage them.

Naimes ahn-Dross stood at a viewport on the bridge, his gave focused on the watery world. Even though he was no where near the water a chill ran over his spine. Despite knowing he wouldn't drown Naimes had an innate phobia of the water. Unless absolutely necessary he would never volunteer to an aquatic mission and it seemed as though the chances of him ever setting foot on Kamino were essentially nil. Even on the bridge of a light cruiser just looking at a world that was nothing but wonder felt uncomfortable.

The buzz of the bridge crew behind him helped to distract him from the unease as did his own thoughts. He let his mind shift to thoughts of Cennika, of his daughter Senar Ahn-Dross and more. The Soldier drew some amount of spiritual strength from his family.

As his eyes went back to the viewport Naimes contented himself that if nothing else this mission would be relatively easy to succeed at...

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[Shakka Bralor]

Forced Employment Change

Location:Tipoca City | Kamino
FONT=Tahoma]Allies: Siv Dragr Cardin Dragr Sergeant Omen Gwyneira Vizsla Zlova Rue Eliz Krayt
Enemies: Equipment:Equipment In Bio
Song:
The Song cut a swath through the heavy rain that poured down. Stealth system on or not the Akaanir Class gunship would be hard to miss as its large profile descended, displacing the rain. She swooped low under the city proper scanning for the access hatch that would be her entry point into the section of Tipoca city she had targeted.

She wasn’t certain what to think of this mission; after all wasn’t sure what to think about cloners in general. On the one hand the replacement limbs and organs they could create would keep her fellow vod fighting and help those who couldn’t use bacta heal. On the other hand creating legions of one person more less went against what it meant to be a Verd.

Regardless of her personal feelings on the issue she had her mission to complete. Her sensors chimed with the detection of the access hatch. ”Perfect timing. She brought The Song around and aligned with the hatch locking onto the underside of the city. She moved back to the Song’s topside hatch opening. She pulled her anti-security blade out of one of her pouches and jabbed into the lock. Soon enough the blade chimed and the hatch slid open revealing her way into the city.

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[Koda Fett]

KAMINO
Ijaat Mereel

His Mandalorian armour, amidst all the worn and weathered features, had become slick to the touch from all the rain that still fell onto the floor and trailed behind him as much as all the water that remained on the surface of his olive-coloured side-cloak as that too fell from the tattered fabric. Fett advanced forwards, further into the colourless and lifeless Kaminoan facilities with the echo of each booted footfall that came before it. He scanned his visor across all of these familiar insides, his blaster in hand, and remembered so much of these bowels of the Kaminoan's finest structure. On the inside, that fact alone had unsettled him more than a million blaster barrels to stare into.

It was another lifetime, he remarked, one now that never mattered.

However, even as his blaster still ran hot from the cleared rooms on the levels above, there was no need for it now. Remnants of the CIS, for whatever their worth was, had vanished from this certain area shrouded in shadows and so too had the Kaminoans; their absence was notable, he mused, their meticulous kind was never one to abandon their works and this level had an abundance of it. Tech and information worth credits, and a lot of them, strewn about in a mess on this abandoned floor. He felt the need to move on, or to search for viable and valuable information, but that was when a lifeform made itself known on his scanner.

Fett rounded the corner with his blaster raised to find no such life, other than a human-sized tube that stood in the centre of the room as if it was intended to be seen. He neared the dust-covered console and brushed an idle hand across it, as it then thrummed to life and the often found blue of these terminals illuminated the room. His visor scanned across the information as he poured through more and more of it. It was odd, strange, and unexpected but all of those findings had been forwarded to the Iron Father.

He shifted in a swift movement as red flashes now coated the room, and the dull sound of an alarm cried out.

 

[Ijaat Mereel]

KAMINO

As he cleared another room, an alert went off on his visor. The information attached made him stand cold and still.

It couldn't be...

Turning to a Protector by his side, he tapped the man on the shoulder.


"You have command, I am summoned elsewhere. Push on!"

A nod answered him as he turned away from the Enclave forces to a more personal mission. His armor, colored so much like Koda's, but freshly painted and maintained, made some noise as the elder Mandalorian ran as fast as it would allow him, wishing it were safe to use his jetpack at least twice. Thoughts ran through the visored face of Ijat that were thankfully concealed. And still, he wondered most of all just.... How?

Skidding into the room with the human shaped hibernation tube, Ijaat stood still. Staring back at him was a younger face of his first body, in cryo. For the moment, he did and said nothing, merely staring transfixed. Then words came out, but not perhaps the ones Koda might expect.

"Wake it up..."

 

[Lliara Daeva]

A none-too-silent sigh hissed in response to the man's demand. The Fett and Ijaat had come in and started tinkering with the old equipment, but that overlooked the secondary chamber further in where a small group was working. The only saving grace to this mess was that the long-necked people here hadn't invited these beskar-loving warriors here without informing Lliara; which had them rushing to make certain preparations. Apparently the old storage tube held something more important then they'd originally surmised, however.

Ijaat may not have noticed a woman's ire with his attention fixed on the vessel before him, but one of the Scientists present was shorter and thicker than the rest. A surgical mask hid the lower half of the Mirialan's face. Yellow eyes peered across the room at the unwelcome intruder, not that it seemed to have the desired effect of informing the man he wasn't wanted there.

The pad in the Mirialan's hand was gently patted against the open palm of her other hand for two seconds. "Do it." No glance was given to the Kaminoans that had been standing around, obviously perplexed by the request. They would have refused under normal circumstances, but they accepted Lliara's decision and calmly set to work 'waking' the hibernating male in the tube. Their tall figures would slowly slide back into the outer chamber, but hesitate seeing Fett there at the console.

"And I suppose you have a Doctorate in Cryogenics to make this 'informed' medical decision." Lliara didn't even try hiding the sarcastic edge to her voice. Mandalorians. A dreadfully straight-forward people with no appreciation for subtlety or manipulation.

Ijaat Mereel | Koda Fett

 

[Vren Rook]

TAG: Volo Dragr | Kayl Krayt

THE BURNIN'​

Water.

Lots of water. Helping out on Kamino had Vren's breathing irregular as they touched down on the ocean world. He was back in the freezing, dark water of Kestri, the spike of the Vong-warped giant fish piercing his armour. Him nearly drowning. Or freezing to death before drowning. It had been his closest brush with death and it wasn't a glorious one either.

The psychological effects had stayed long after Kale Onara had dragged his unconscious body from the icy waters. Since then, Vren had an innate fear of water that he would die rather than admit out loud. He was far happier than he should have been, being based on Tatooine most of the time now.

Yet here he was on Kamino.

Surrounded by water.

He took a deep, steadying breath before turning to his companions. Battle-hardened Volo who had faced the dread-lord Carnifex on Panatha and still lived, albeit beaten up. It was a dark day when that witch Ingrid L'lerim had sent his brothers-in-arms to the ghostworld and would not be forgotten so easily, nor would it be forgiven. It was just a blessing to have the man back in the land of the living.

On his other side stood a kid that Vren didn't have much dealings with yet, but knew that he happened to be Krayt, a Clan that had proven themselves ten times over.
"There's some information we've been tasked to getting, partners. Just in case this place goes belly up. The Su Des wing is our destination." he spoke over the torrential rain. "Kid, you think your tech-head can get us there?" he then asked Kayl.

Vren was good, but he was no tech-genius. If he didn't have to use his scomp-link, he was happy.

And the sooner they got inside and away from the water, the better.

 

[Koda Fett]

KAMINO
Ijaat Mereel | Lliara Daeva

"Stow the snide remarks," a voice heard millions of times within these halls answered Lliara, his own one seemed colder than most in all the bitterness it harboured. "Release whatever this is," he furthered, an uncertain sense of self to the tone of voice now as he shifted his T-visor to catch one more look at it and the lazied aim of his blaster wafted in the direction of the tube.

He never so much as saw the 'Iron Father' in his youth, the features on that near-concealed face eluded him for now. Fett was as likely to shoot it dead than he was to see it saved, allowed to survive and see another day. He was a clone that hated other clones, no matter their template, a reminder as to the lack of his true individualism despite all that he crafted for himself.

"I won't say it twice."

Faint and distant sightings of Kaminoans angered him, and all that resentment seemed to surface.

 

[Kayl Krayt]

The Specialist

Location: Kamino, New Tipoca.
Local Time: 10:29
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Gather Useful Data
Secondary Objective: Assist The Fireteam You’re Attached To
Equipment: In Bio
Tags: Vren Rook | Volo Dragr

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His eyes glued to the screen of his custom datapad, the young lad followed suit after others shortly after the gunship touched down on the water soaked, stilted landing platform under the rainy, depressing dark gray skies of Kamino; blaster fire and explosions echoed in the distance. A telltale sign of the skirmishes waged on the stilted domes of New Tipoca in the distance. Barely looking up from his datapad, the young slicer came to a halt a few steps behind an older, and much more experienced Mandalorian; a Vren of Clan Rook, Marshal of Tatooine. To the kids right was Volo, equally as seasoned as the aforementioned Marshal. At least the data he read prior to deployment stated as such. He had not worked with them before until today.

And that was a good thing for him! He enjoyed the idea of getting acquainted with vode[1] from other clans. Perhaps they wouldn’t treat him like a misfit. Maybe they would depart after this mission on good terms!

If he could just put down the datapad for a second, that is.

His fingers rapidly clicking on the touchpad of his custom datapad, busy with correcting the mistake of some anonymous HoloNet user in an online forum in the subject of choosing the optimal graphics card for another user’s advice request for their build while Vren spoke to him and Volo, paying half an ear to what was being said in the meantime as he furiously typed his response.

... he spoke over the torrential rain.
“Kid, you think your tech-head can get us there?”

<”Hmm?”> the young lad let out a muffled, inquiring grunt as he barely lifted his head from the datapad to glance at the Marshal. <”Yeah, give me one sec. Someone’s wrong on the HoloNet… ”> the kid murmured in a deceptively uninterested tone as he returned to posting his response on the forum. A moment passed in silence from him; the torrential rain beating down on the durasteel landing pad and their armor drowned out the sound of his fingers furiously tapping on the datapad.

Pausing after sending his message, the young slicer nodded in satisfaction, happy with how his rather lengthy response turned out to be. <Let’s see how you respond to this one.> he thought to himself in silence as he lightly pushed the power button of his datapad, turning off the screen to save battery power. Tucking the custom datapad into one of his chest pouches on his chest rig, the kid finally turned his focus on the mission and on the now. <”Yeah. Yeah, I can get us in there no problem. It’s not the external defenses I’m worried about on the way there,”> he said, excitement apparent in his voice, despite his exciteful facial features was shrouded underneath the obsidian black visor of his buy’ce[2]. <”Getting through the outer layer of the dome over there’s gonna be easy. The data center we’re trying to get in could prove to be a liiittle bit more difficult, however. I’ll have a better idea of their defensive measures against a cyber attack when I get my eyes on their encryption though,”> the kid said as he brought up his left vambrace before him. Fingers tapping on the touchpad of his wrist computer, the young specialist turned on the jammer he carried on his back, setting it to full power. <”However, this should make it easier to get to our destination through the battle droid opposition. If my data I’ve gathered before the mission is accurate, the wavelength of the droids’ response to the visible spectrum should be between four hundred to seven hundred terahertz. Scrambling their wavelengths, I can practically turn us invisible to their visual sensors,”> the kid took a moment to take a breather, seemingly about to continue explaining the process.

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Spoiler: Translations & Abbreviations

[1] Vode = Brothers/Sisters.
[2] Buy’ce = Helmet.

 

[Volo Dragr]

B Y O O
Vren Rook | Kayl Krayt
Hodge-Podge'gam | Heavy Pistol

As scarred as he was by battle, Volo felt the tingling of anticipation in his fingers; small shocks that ran up and down his spine. He felt the blood moving through his hollowed cheeks once more, bringing a glimmer of pigment back to his skin- Paled from too long in the Netherrealm. He raised a hand, moving it onto his sleeve, rubbing where the cybernetic arm joined to the stump, flinching from the sudden sting.

He was used to the pain now, after all, it wasn't anything compared to what he'd felt losing it. That didn't stop it aching under duress, the grinding he felt with every step he took. His only solace? The knowledge they were temporary, a stopgap so he could live and work without being claimed by the infection that had taken his legs.

He cast an unquestioning gaze over his compatriots, helmet held under his arm. He didn't mind the rain, after all, he'd grown up a hunter on a tropical archipelago, if it wasn't raining then he was drenched in his own sweat and the humidity. It was odd for him, to hold his helmet in such a way... especially when only months before he'd never have considered taking it off save for his own hygiene. The hellwalker noted the similarity in his gam to that of the Rook clansman, and the telling signs of his gaze.

Truthfully, he hadn't a clue how so many seemed to know his name and deeds. His return had not been triumphant. Not yet. He was no hero. Just another survivor of the Tyranny of the Sith. A survivor, thanks in no small part to his heritage and the ministrations of Ijaat Mereel .

As his metal feet cludded and clanged, splashing and sploshing against the sleek metal walkway, he could not drive away the incessant nagging of their youngest's voice. Full of youthful exuberance. Full of eagerness. Full of useless crap. He stepped over to him, moving his one good hand as the kid began to drag on... he slapped him across the back of his head, crossing behind him as the weathered warrior moved past, quickening his pace.

Even moving ahead as he was, his voice cut though the rain without fighting against it, "He asked you if you could get us into the tech wing, kid. You let us worry about the droids."

He moved forward, metal hand resting on the handle of his blaster pistol. He'd be damned if the first chance he had for a proper fight was wasted by some young'un trying to show off his techy skills. In Volo's experience? Technology never worked the way you told it to, but a good old blaster bolt to the circuit board was pretty convincing.

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[Ijaat Mereel]

KAMINO

With hardly a batted eye or glance, Ijaat strode over to Lliara Daeva as if coming to check on a monitor. The scientist quickly found the barrel of a polished and age-worn DE-10 pressed into her chin. With a whine, the pistol charged and hummed as he glared coldly down through his visor.

"You will dispense with voice and awaken the clone. I have not passed through the Nine Hells and Nether to bandy words with the Kaminoans and their ilk. If you speak again, except to answer where you gathered this clone's genetic material, I will ventilate your grey matter... Who was the donor? Koda, if anyone makes a wrong move..."

The Iron Father, even armored and helmed, radiated fury and rage in every inch of his posture and being. His finger tensed, ready to dispatch the scientist if they so much as breathed wrong. Memories of his capture by the One Sith, and their experiments on him at the hands of his uncle flooded his mind. The Sith were known cloners, and this subject wore the face of his first body... Could it be? He trusted Koda Fett would know what to do as he sorted out the maelstrom of thoughts in his head.

Koda Fett

 

[Sasha Kryze]

O B J E C T I V E S ?




Sasha had to admit, she had no idea what they were doing here. She had joined up with the Task Force incidentally after all. Kaz seemed like he had an idea on it however.

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"Come on, keep moving!"

Sasha trailed him still, drawing her blaster and utilizing pinpoint precision to hit the droids on at the front of the push, forcing the others to tumble over them, repeated the process once over to buy them some time before turning and running with both hands occupied. Her left holding the scattergun, while the right held her blaster.
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"The command droid! That's what we're here for. Yo, just remember to avoid headshots, those things usually got all kinds of juicy intel stored in their domes."

They were here for a Command Droid? Avoid headshots huh?



"Now you tell me? Hope I haven't scrapped it yet then"
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he nudged her with his buttstock and led the way through a corridor.

She would've been offended if he was anything other than Mandalorian. And admittedly someone who exuded a likeable if not slightly aloof personality. She watched after him a moment, scoffing to herself then jogging to catch up to him.
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"In here!"​

She pied the corner with the shotgun first, checking the vector as long and as intently as she could before breathing and raising the hand cannon to point in the other direction.

"Clear.."

She informed him, finally dipping her head to throw the shotgun around her shoulder.

She looked behind them quizzically as the door closed, but seemed to relax slightly, slinking down in the seat opposite of him.

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"Probably a comms room, can inspect in a sec. First things first..." He pulled off his helmet and rested his rifle against a wall as he looked for the pen. He brought it up to his lips and pressed the ignition, taking a long drag of the drug before he handed her the pen. After several seconds he released the vapours through his nose as a grin formed on his lips.

Sasha pulled off her helmet, smirking at this new friend, looking at her own leg briefly to holster her hand cannon, but kept the blaster laid across her now raised, and reclined legs. Muzzle pointed away from Kaz. Taking the pen back, she took another hit, holding it in for barely a moment before coughing on the drug profusely. Nodding a bit to repeat his sentiment.

"Got it from one of my girlfriends. She always has wild chit like this..."
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a hand outstretched for another puff. "Think they'll be pissed if they find us in here?" He quipped.​

In that moment, she was looking out the huge viewport, it covered a wide range, and the rain and distant flying creatures made Kamino quite a sight to behold. As she thought about that, a huge bolt of lightning touched down prompting a huge burst of thunder, quieted by their being indoors, but still something you could feel in your bones.

Sasha sniffled, then began nodding.

"Smoking Spice? Oh Chit yeah."

She said, laughing a bit before grabbing the barrel of the scattergun and moving it aside, stock down on the ground to lean forward and look over the controls. She couldn't read whatever language it was in but had an idea what they did as some of them had slight symbols aside them.

She pressed one button, and the sound of the door locking behind them was audible, a little light aside on the keypad turning read to confirm.

"Hey I guess I'm something of a Kaminoan myself"

Sasha mused, continuing to peer at the symbols in an attempt to figure out what else they could do from here.

Kaz Krayt


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[Lliara Daeva]

Lliara clicked her tongue as her yellow eyes stared down the length of Ijaat's barrel and into his eyes. Don't talk? A very short sighted position to hold. She might have warned him about the miniaturized dart launcher concealed in the palm of her hand under the pad. The risks one ignorantly accepted when they believed her to be a simple scientist.

The Mirialan lifted her left hand slowly until the outside of her first two fingers rested along the barrel pressed to her chin. "Then stop impeding me. I never said I wouldn't retrieve the data from the console." She applied slow but steady pressure in an effort to move the barrel out of her face. "And the Kamino," Lliara raised her voice so the long-necks would hear her, "will release the... clone as requested. Now." They'd been doddering because of the ire of the Mandalorians, and it was quite unbecoming of them.

With that the olive green woman turned to stride around toward the console. Nothing short of one of the men again blocking her path or shooting her would deter her from getting their precious data. Even after all these years she hated dealing with Mandalorians and their vaulted Code; not to mention male Mandalorians -- the worst.

A few quick taps on a large, curved console had various physiological and historical data about the Subject in cryo displayed on the large screen before Lliara. Her yellow eyes watched the pages of information flip by with surprising speed. Such displays of information and records were far from unfamiliar.

The display finally stopped with various biographical information slowly scrolling on the screen. "Ijaat Mereel." Lliara tapped a few more commands to stop the scrolling before she turned to look back at the two pushy men that had no respect for Science. All they saw was a clone. The knowledge, skill, and technology that had spun off from the efforts to make 'just' a clone were well beyond their comprehension.

Tag: Ijaat Mereel | Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

KAMINO
Ijaat Mereel | Lliara Daeva

He formed ideas of the Mirialan as she formed ideas of him; it was a natural trade, one seen so often. In either case, the often found similarities between himself and the standard male Mandalorian were in no short number; even if Fett refused to follow their code, the resemblance was there all the same. In the stoic silence of a violent man, but most had seen their blood run hot in dedication to their cause. He was cold-blooded, a creature of his craft, absent worn duties to one other than himself.

In need of connections and favour, Koda came to Kamino on behalf of the Enclave. To see himself elsewhere once it was over, to be beside those that often referred to him as their own was able to discomfort the Bounty Hunter more than the maw of a thousand beasts of Dxun.

His wordless reaction had been no more than a turn of his head towards the Mereel. In truth, Fett had no idea of a Julius Sedaire. The Iron Father, however, had the reaction of someone that had remembered the face. So much drama followed those with countless connections. His solituded was his closest friend, the one he benefited from most.

Even then, his blaster was not lowered. Solitude bred mistrust, too.

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

The storm outside raged simultaneously with the battle for the city. The roar of engines, explosions and blaster shots rang out with thunder. One of the MNV-56 Keldab Assault Dropships descending from the rain filled sky headed toward its objective. Minutes later amidst pounding rain the transport slowed its approach, above the city's eastern section. Swifty all of its four doors opened and eighteen Mandalorians leaped out, flying forth via jetpacks like a pack of mynocks.

While the gunship made a turn to leave the group of warriors made a collective dive. They landed onto a platform, some of whom nearly slipped including a young fighter in green armor. Catching herself Minerva Fhirdiad sighs somewhat in embarrassment. Gripping her BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle sne listened to her Alor`ad, Taras of Clan Jeban addressing the whole platoon around him.

"Alright inside over there are the hangar bays in this section of the city."

He pointed to the huge gray building adjacent to the platform they're on.

"Remember we are to seize the control room. By doing so we can open the hangers for our next wave of transports to land in. Failure is not an option. Do I make myself clear?"

"ELEK!" The warriors including Minerva shouted in acknowledgment. Just as they did however, the door on the far end slid open. As soon as that occurred battle droids charged, firing blaster bolts toward the intruders yards away. Immediately the armored warriors returned fire while spreading out either getting on one knee or flat on their bellies.

The former founding was of the latter, aiming down her sights before firing a three round burst. She missed her first target momentarily before correcting that mistake with another burst. The droid struck in the chest by all three shots flew back hitting the wall as it broke into pieces.

Taras signaled his comrades and he and several others ascended with their jetpacks from each flank. The fliers rained down repeated shots to the clankers. In turn this forced the metal defenders to divide their focus as more of them continued to be blasted. However, one Mandalorian was hit in the jetpack and it exploded killing him instantly and his corpse fell to the sea below. Minerva grimaced underneath her helm as she squeezed down the trigger again, taking out her third droid with two shots.

"Bloody Clankers!" She exclaimed in contempt before reloading her rifle.

Above her Captain flew right toward the mass of bots before letting loose a missile from his jetpack. Upon impact a small explosion ignited, taking out most of the opposition and scattering the rest. Within moments the latter were eliminated as Minerva managed to shoot off the last one's head off.

Getting up she then heard Taras declare as he and the fliers landed before the door. "Inside now!" Complying, most of the warriors advanced off the platform while the leading squad secured the room behind the entrance.

As she entered Minerva thought with a determined glare.

Today I will prove my worth to my vod.

 

[Vren Rook]

TAG: Volo Dragr | Kayl Krayt

DEVIL'S GRIN​

Kids today.

Vren shook his head with a smile as Kayl prattled on about droids and security. The youngins nowadays were all techno-rats of some kind or another. Gone are the days of sorting everything out over a whiskey or with a gun.

He was just about to shut the kid up when Volo beat him to it with a slap to the young Krayt's head.

"He asked you if you could get us into the tech wing, kid. You let us worry about the droids."

"Yeahp. You just do the slicing. We'll do the dicing. Let's go." Vren said as he started down the bridge toward the dome, rain pelting at his armour and visor.

The way was pretty much clear, as most of the fighting was taking place in other wings. Yet as they approached the door, it slid open of it's own and a bunch of droids came blasting from inside.
"Shiiiiiiiit!" Vren cried as both pistols were out in a split second and a few salvos were loosed from the hip as he angled his body in such a way that the cuirass would take the brunt of the shots.

Yellow bolts whirred toward the droids who where too stupid to dive out the way. Most of them ended up in small explosions of sparks. He knew Volo would cover the rest. A droid body was luckily blocking the door from sliding shut again, so Vren started moving again toward the open door. Can't be more lucky than that.

"Kid, can you be our eyes where we can't see?"

 

[Kayl Krayt]

The Specialist​

Location: Kamino, New Tipoca.
Local Time: 10:32
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Gather Useful Data
Secondary Objective: Assist The Fireteam You’re Attached To
Equipment: In Bio
Tags: Vren Rook | Volo Dragr

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<”So by emitting an altered version of their frequency, changing some of the important components in their wavelength with the help of the scrambler suite on my back,”> The kid pointed a thumb at his backpack as he continued to explain the process enthusiastically. <”They won’t be able to- Ow!”> Getting smacked at the back of his buy’ce[1] by Volo as the man walked past him, the lad raised his hand and rubbed the back of his buy’ce as if it helped to soothe the mild stinging pain at the back of his cranium. <”What was that for!”> The young slicer inquired with genuine naivety as he watched him take point; his slight frown was hidden underneath the faceplate of his helmet, but it would be apparent in his voice for those with credible perception.

His question did not go unanswered as he could hear his voice clearly even through the sound of the torrential downpour, that only seemed to be getting heavier with each passing minute.

”He asked you if you could get us into the tech wing, kid. You let us worry about the droids.”

While Volo continued to walk towards the massive stilted dome to their front, a muffled sigh escaped his helmet annunciator as he shifted his gaze at the veteran Marshal besides, with an inquiring expression hidden underneath his helmet, wondering if at least he would appreciate his knowledge; he had failed to notice the Marshal shaking his head with a smile while he had went on explaining the scrambling process in detail, zoning out on the obvious social queue thanks to his enthusiasm.

”Yeahp. You just do the slicing. We’ll do the dicing. Let’s go.”

Somewhat upset, his lips curled at the veteran Marshal’s remark. The lad silently watched him start to walk down the spacious catwalk towards the entrance of the stilted dome to join Volo; the latter was already halfway there.

Why did nobody appreciate his technical skills? All he wanted was just some recognition, acceptance of who he was from his clanmates and fellow brothers and sisters in arms, and the occasional pat on the back and a “Good job, kid!”

Frowning, he shook his head; pulling himself away from mulling any further into that. Maybe in time he would achieve what he wanted, but now was not the time to dwell on such thoughts. He was in an active war zone, on a mission, and they had a job to do here.

Pulling himself back together a moment after the Marshal had left to join Volo, the young lad broke into a sprint to catch up with the veteran Marshal; the patter of the combat boots was drowned by Kamino’s violent downpour. Thankfully, all of his gear, flight suit and boots were all waterproof, otherwise over half his equipment would have been unusable under the harsh climatic circumstances of the water world.

Slowing down as he catched up to the Marshal, the young lad followed him and Volo towards the entrance, a few steps behind Vren. They had not encountered any enemy opposition in the form of battle droids on their way to the entrance, but that was quick to change as the blast doors slid open, with scores of modernized B1 Battle Droids opening fire from inside the hallway, slowly marching towards their position.

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”Shiiiiiiit!”

Lunging and combat rolling to the side for cover on the opposite side of the veteran Marshal, the young specialist managed to dodge and weave the bright, blood-red blaster bolts shot his way, but only just, as there were several blaster bolt scorch marks on the durasteel floor, trailing his movement and landing rather uncomfortably close.

Crouched, he leaned his back against the wall behind him as he reached and drew one of his particle blaster pistols from his left holster; the downpour of blaster bolts waned not even if they were not in their line of sight. They were effectively pinned for the time being. The veteran Marshal shouted for him as the he returned accurate fire despite the incoming suppression

”Kid, can you be our eyes where we can’t see?”

Reaching for a thermal detonator from the chest rig over the chestplate of his beskar’gam[2], the kid would be quick to respond back to the Marshal in enthusiasm as he shifted his gaze to him from the entrance ; the sadness and forlornness he had felt a few moments ago was no longer apparent in his voice, or in his body language. He saw this as an opportunity to prove himself to them, and to himself.

<”If you can find me a console, I can do a lot more than just that!”> Grasping the thermal detonator and the particle blaster pistol firmly in his hands, he was ready to spring into a counterattack to regain the initiative and push back the scores of droids they were going up against.

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Spoiler: Translations & Abbreviations

[1] Buy’ce = Helmet.
[2] Beskar’gam = Armor.

 

[Volo Dragr]

B Y O O
Vren Rook Kayl Krayt
Hodge-Podge'gam | Heavy Pistol

Volo let out a soft chuckle, the humoured sound a small and temporary reprieve from the warriors' otherwise stalwart and grim disposition. His gait had a lumbering manner to it, like each step was a definite decision that required conscious thought; he was fairly broad, the lumbering steps somehow serving to better his form overall, he practically exuded confidence.

His scrap-heap armour wasn't nearly as fanciful as that of his vod. The undersuit and bodyglove he wore had been all but soaked through by the time he was off the landing pad, his close-shave a blessing for his drenched head. For some odd reason, he kept the helmet off. The grimace on his face screaming his disgruntlement with the weather and its effect on him; his eyes told a different story.

The warrior didn't dwell too much on his thoughts, this wasn't the place to get lost in them. Not when they were only a few two score or less yards away from the door- He had nearly all but let their kid fall from his mind, only being reminded when he heard the slapping and clanging of metal striking metal through the half-inch layer of water that perpetually flooded the walkway.

He hadn't the chance to put his helmet on, nor ready his pistol when they reached the door but a moment later... and it opened without prompt. By the time Volo was registering this peculiar change of events, he was more aware of the droids pouring out and lighting up the gloom with flashes of red plasma.

Most of the attack was directed at Vren, who had the misfortune of being their Vanguard, though some of the droids directed their fire towards him and the kid. Their aim wasn't good, but it didn't really matter this close- Instinctively, he brought his helmet up just as a bolt of plasma caught it in the visor and knocked it flying back and off the platform. His other arm was already raising, squeezing off a few bolts of his own as he moved his body in front of the kid as he ducked and rolled, defensively.

His bolts struck true; the first few hadn't struck vitally, but the few that followed when he had gripped his composure were. As he stepped forward, firing a few additional shots into the vital areas of the scrap heaps to make sure... he was reminded of numerous instances in his adolescence and adulthood on Rishi when he had made similar close shots, striking both man AND beast. Droids were new, though.

He hadn't noticed his defensive position in front of the kid, he hadn't intended it. It was... instinct. The warrior took a moment to breath and collect himself again, lowering his pistol down finger moving to rest around the trigger guard, the rain hissing to steam as it struck the warmed barrel, and the hot scorch mark on his chest piece, right over his heart.

Raising a hand to rub it over, he made no indication of the relief he had that the armour held true, quickly dropping his hand and stepping forward, up with Vren by the door again- Casting a single look back at the kid and raising an eyebrow at the detonator in his hand, "Careful with that, Kid-" he added an especial emphasis to the Kid, making it sound as though it were his proper name, turning his eyes back to Vren and raising his pistol, ready once more, muttering just loud enough for the hunter to hear...

"Shoulda brought a bigger gun..."

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[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Taras' platoon raced down the hall, their steps echoing in collective thuds. Running alongside her captain on the left hand side Minerva grimaces in annoyance.

Ugh it's too kriffing bright in here.

Just as she ended that thought they made a hard turn out of a corridor. From the other end they immediately spotted a small squad of B1 droids standing at the entrance to their distance. Without hesitation both invaders and defenders alike opened up blaster-fire upon one another. Within moments however, the former's more effective use of aim and rapid fire wiped out the group of sentries with relative ease.

"Press forward! Don't stop!" Taras exclaimed, resuming the charge before being swifty followed by his warriors. Heart pounding Minerva's focus was on nothing else but getting to the objective. Just as the platoon entered the large hangar they were soon met by hostile fire from various points. A fellow warrior dropped dead behind shot through the neck by a sniper bolt.

The Mandalorians scattered flying through the bay on their jet packs while shooting back at their mechanical enemies. Minerva could barely hear any of her vod as the shooting intensified as sparks burst from panel and elsewhere. She soared in the air, gunning down three B1s in quick succession. Immediately her helmet was hit by a stray bolt that knocked her off course, falling to a small pile of crates.

Her cry in pain was deafened by the loud crash that followed as she collapsed amongst the boxes. For a few moments she was out cold before stirring. Muttering curses in her adopted tongue Minerva sat up. At first the young warrior's vision was blurred and all she could hear was a loud ringing until it fades back to the sounds of warfare.

Not my finest moment. Minerva admitted to herself before sighing.

Quickly she looked and found her rifle just inches away. Taking a deep breath she re-entered the fray via flying. Through the t-visor she saw more than a dozen B1s in one landing pad trying to shoot down the flying intruders. Among them was a Dwarf Spider Droid that blasted another of her Vod out of the air.

Locking on target toward the latter, Minerva let loose her jet pack's missile. With a violent whistle the projectile dived before exploding, destroying the lumbering machine and many of its guards closest to it. The former founding let out a cheer before rocketing away to dodge several blaster shots that followed.

 

[Fenn Stag]

BYOO
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Fenn's body shook with rage. From these foul pits, and in the cruel and unending sea, lay thousands of corpses of men like him.

Slaves.

Bred for war. Like dogs. The Republic did it to the clones of Fett, and so the Republic and the Alliance did it to Preliat's clones. Cartao may have been his training but Kamino-

Kamino was where the Republic sought the ancient and tried and true mmethods. The things that should have been lost to the cruel sea and unyielding sweep of time.

Heavy rainfall pattered his helmet.

He needed to find it. And to go- was dive deep, to the depths of what was his old life. The platform held his weight, his ship behind him.

The facility was long abandoned, and sinking partially in the sea. But he needed to be here. He needed to know.

He needed to know how many were left.

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[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Taking cover behind a starfighter wreckage, Minerva reloaded a fresh energy clip into her rifle. Sparks ignited nearby as the firefight raged throughout the main hangar bay. Her fellow Mandalorians were holding their own wiping scores of battle droids but they were taking losses. As evident she noted a fallen warrior laying on his side meters away to her left side. Upon the sight her eyes lit up in fierce determination before springing up from cover.

Spotting four battle droids shooting up in the air at the other Mandalorians flying around she quickly aimed, firing three bolts at each target before they could react. Minerva couldn't savor her kills when she heard running clanking steps from right behind. Twisting around she saw the vibroblade coming down toward her. Dodiging to the side Minerva then could see the wielder being a commando droid.

Its glowing white photoreceptors centered on her before leaping with blade raised high. Rolling out of the way Minerva opened fire blasting four shots into the chest area but the machine charged once more. Ducking low to avoid a beheading the young Mandalorian then spun around with her right leg knocking the droid down.

Pointing her gun at the head she swiftly pulled the trigger blasting off the droid's head with one shot. The rest of the metal body collapsed entirely, staying down this time. That was a close one.

Just then Taras, her commander, landed in front of her. "Shekemir ni rameta." He commanded in Mando'a before she nodded, answering.

"Ni cuyir ti gar."

The pair ascended up by their jetpacks. As they did Taras pointed at the control center high above flanked on each by two metal catwalks. Minerva followed behind her leader as they landed on the catwalk on the right side close to their objective. Immediately they were met by a sniper shot that cut into Taras left shoulder Turning to the direction of the shot, seeing the B1 sniper who fired three bolts. They dodged another bolt before Minerva returned a furious volley, tearing the droid's upper body apart.

"Jate bora rameta. rala mhi gi'a ibic."

"Staabi." Minerva said in acknowledgment as they ran on the catwalk before reaching the door.

It slid open at their approach while the struggle for the hangar below went on without them. Entering inside they made sure no threat was present Taras immediately for the main terminal. Minerva guarded her commander who hacked into the systems. Two tense minutes later he had access and pulled the lever, opening the hangar doors. Quickly Taras signaled to their forces outside of the success.

Soon enough troop transports were flying and landing in any available space. Once the ramps came down the reinforcements poured out firing and shouting their collective battle cry.

For a brief moment Minerva allowed herself a grin of satisfaction. Nodding to her commander they exited the control center to link up with their bethern. A job wll done.


(OOC: This will be my character’s last post for this thread since her unit succeeded in their own objective unless I’m informed otherwise.)