The Great Reclamation [ Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Mygeeto ]

[Darth Metus]

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M Y G E E T O​

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In the beginning, there was an eternal spark.

Despite the best efforts of its enemies, it could not be snuffed out. Despite Four Hundred Years of Darkness and the ravages of Plague, it refused to be defeated. This spark, the Fighting Spirit of Manda'yaim, endured in the face of every threat. Yet somehow...someway...it dimmed. Where once the name Mandalorian was feared in the modern Galaxy, something changed. The Ways of Old were forsaken: the necessity to conquer under a Sole Ruler had been cast aside. In the wake of this, the Mandalorians had become a shell of their former glory: and thus the spark dimmed.

Until now.

They began small, yet rallied brothers and sisters to their cause. Together, they began to breathe new life into that which had been dimmed. Together, the Mandalorian Crusaders cut out for themselves something new: an Empire. And by their might alone did that spark ignite! So began the Mandalorian Empire.​

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Many were considered, yet the world known as Mygeeto had been chosen. At a glance, the untrained eye would see nothing but ice and the chill of perpetual winter. However, the value of the planet came in what lies beneath the surface. Crystal. Countless varieties characterized the frigid world, with ease of potential use to the budding war machine. Some could be utilized to power machinery and erect cannons. Others could be sold for pure monetary value. In a word, Mygeeto was wealthy...but it was also subject to the iron fist of another. You see, in the wake of Civil War, the grip the United Clans held upon the world slipped. Some tarried to fight the good fight, but ultimately succumbed to a rather enticing devil: Avarice.

Why fight when we can get rich? Was the sentiment shared by the Dar'manda who claimed the world as their own. They subjugated the native population, transitioned them into a labor force, and began to turn copious profit. For a time, they were left unchecked by the Galaxy at large...until today.

Today, the relative quiet of Mygeeto's orbit was shattered by the arrival of the Mandalorian Empire. A cadre of capital ships surged into real space before releasing landing craft into the atmosphere. At once, the Dar'manda opened fire: a center of anti-aircraft weaponry unleashing hell upon the Warriors. Most were forced to fall back...but some made it through. Damaged, yet sky-worthy, did they sail down from the heavens; mustering at a single point outside the capital city Jygat. 'Twas a super structure once dedicated to the refinement of crystals and metals long ago, and today it would begin that purpose anew. Per the plan, members of the Kindred would work to bring this facility online, the first of many War Forges, whilst the Crusaders pushed into enemy territory.

And leading the charge was one who had landed in a manner most "traditional." A Beast of Iron slammed down from above, sending ice and snow skyward. Astride the War Droid was the storied father of the Crusaders. Beskad in hand, a bellow tore forth from his lips: a rallying cry for all his warriors to hear. So began the charge. And so began the rule of Mand'alor the Reclaimer.

Spoiler: Tag

[member="Adelram Thul"], [member="Alar Brokarra]/[member="Runi Verin"], [member="Alicia Drey"]/[member="Darth Ayra], [member="Ashtah Ordo"], [member="Aurelie Chevalier"], [member="Briga Tiin"], [member="Deneve Verd"]/[member="Avaritia Daemon"], [member=Face], [member="Maya Carrick"]/[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]/[member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Gael bar Ammon], [member="Zef Halo"]/[member=Gheleon]/[member="Grim Viszla"], [member="Jevar Xolius"], [member="Julian Viles Priest"], [member="Keira Ticon"]/[member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Kalyr Alor"]/[member="Xander Carrick"]/[member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Miss Blonde]/[member=Oddball], [member="Mortarion Zambrano"], [member="Nikole Dorstar"], [member=Oozak], [member="Oron Verd"]/[member="Rhuza Kingpriest"], [member="Saverok the Unleashed"], [member="Titan Verd"], [member="Zod Itera"], [member="Isley Verd"]/[member=Skorri]

Spoiler: Objectives

I - The Dar'manda Horde has holed themselves up within the capital city of Jygat. Our primary objective is to cut the head off of the snake. We're looking at one helluva brawl, urban combat-style. The target is the Dressian Kiolsh Merchant Bank, which has since be re-purposed into a Command Center.

II - A portion of our forces will divert in order to address the anti-aircraft artillery located on outside of the Command Center. If these remain operational, our ground forces will be unable to fully secure the city.

III - Members of the Kindred will tarry back at the Landing Zone in order to bring an ancient refinery back online. This will be the first of many of our Empire's War Forges. Furthermore, this will act as a medical facility for our wounded forces on the ground.

IV - Do you, booboo.

 

[Darth Ayra]

IV - 1/20

A mist of white escaped the blood red lips of the hooded Dark Lord of the Sith, as she observed the crevice before her. Sparkling around her were the ingrained crystal ingots, so valuable that Mygeeto was known to many as the little gem of the Muuns themselves. Below, the consistent crack, crack, crack continued to echo up into the cave that Darth Ayra stood in, the hammer smashing off the ingrained crystals below, as the probe continued it's survey. Hands clasped within the sleeves of her robe, the Dark Lord lifted her gaze slowly from the crevice to the ceiling. Her yellow eyes met with the shining glare of the crystal walls, she thought to herself: And so it begins. The Mand'alor strikes.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: I
Location: Mandalorian LZ, Jygat -> Moving to 1st bridge to Jygat
Allies: Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: Dar'manda Forces
Post: I/XX

The ruthless dogfight and war for air superiority had given the Mandalorians only enough window to land on a specific spot - the Mandalorian LZ where those that were able to land had gathered. The deafening sound of war made communications even over the channels hard. The supersonic sounds of fighters battling above to dominate the skies were a background noise to those that had gotten used to the sounds of war.

Zef was checking his loadout as numerous basilisk war droids and dropships unloaded their Mandalorian cargo. Quickly, with no time to waste, the Madnalorians regrouped as per their battle strategy. The dominion of Jygat had to be done quickly. Let them know all that stood in the way of the Mandalorians would quickly and ruthlessly dealt with. Let the galaxy know that the Mandalorians were back. Back to their righteous conquest of the Galaxy.

Preparing to go towards where the firefights were already occuring, a male voice boomed throughout the whole chaos of war. The familar voice of his friend. Yet, now it meant much much more. It was the cry that pumped adrenaline through the veins of every Mandalorians. The cry of their sole leader. No longer the cry of [member="Isley Verd"] but...

The rallying cry of Mand'alor the Reclaimer.​

 

[Gael bar Ammon]

Objective: III
Allies: Crusaders
Enemies: N/A
Equipment: In bio

[1/20]

Mygeeto - to many it was a cold, barren wasteland. To Gael, it was everything. So much untapped potential, all because of a harsh polar climate. No more. The Mandalorian Empire would soon bring the arctic system into the fold, and Gael had every intention of seeing it's development through so that both the system and Empire could thrive. However, a dar'manda host lie in wait. They wouldn't make the assimilation easy, but they didn't know the Mandalorian Crusaders.

His shuttle dropped into a zone that was relatively safe from anti-air. There was a refinery that needed repair, a medical station that needed building, and a secure landing zone to boot. He couldn't do it alone, that much he knew. What he also knew was that the Empire though young, offered ready and capable warriors and support personnel alike.

Donning his helm once more, he stepped off and disembarked into the bone-chilling cold.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Mygeeto's criminal underworld, undisclosed location in the capital city.
Objective: Take it.
Allies: The Black Tie Syndicate, The Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: None yet

[media] https://youtu.be/TLV4_xaYynY [/media]​

Isley was Miss Blonde's friend despite how one sided the whole helping hand thing might of been, and while that irked her a bit she could understand how busy one could be when they were building an empire. The Mandalorians had risen up and united under one ruler, at least the smart ones did. But who may or may not be backing the new Mand'alore wasn't important at the moment, what was important was that Mygeeto's bustling crystal trade and the ability to smuggle them to various parts of the galaxy. Someone had to ensure crime was at a low in the Empire, and during a regime change it was a breeding ground for every nickel and dime operation to think they can muscle in and be the next Scarface.

So within the ice tunnels beneath the capital city where crime blossomed and smugglers reigned, a meeting was to be held about the future of this planet and it's criminal element in the galaxy. And walking through those tunnels dressed in a large furry coat was Miss Blonde flanked by two of her personal henchmen.

"I'm telling you man, if you really think about it. Glenda was the bad guy the entire time." Her henchman Orange said to the man standing next to him.

"Nah no way man, Glenda was totally the good one, remember she got the girl home?" Mister White said in response.

"Yeah after she brainwashed her to be her assassin, bet you don't remember that. You see the whole holofilm is about a girl who is unknowingly used to murder and usurp Glenda's political rivals." Orange said with a dubious tone as they proceeded down the ice tunnels step by step.

"What? Now you're just over thinking $&@# man, it's clearly about a girl whose lost in a strange land trying to get back home and meeting a bunch of side show freaks along the way and making them feel better about themselves." White retorted back.

"You see that's what Glenda wants you to think, but we learn her assassin could of gone home the entire time, and that she used her to knock the wizard out of power and kill both of the evil wi-"

"Oh my god, do we seriously have to have this conversation every damn time? Yes Glenda did some shady &$¥@ but it's was for the betterment of the land, maybe she was a total queen but we'll never know cause it's a $&@#ing movie! Now are we done?" Blonde chimed in putting the argument down.

"Yes, boss."
"Yes,boss."
The two said in unison with the other.

"Good, the meeting is about to start anyways." Blonde said with a sigh that exhaled fog from her mouth.

Approaching the end of the tunnel Miss Blonde came across a thick Durasteel door with a small hatch on it. Giving a secret knock the hatch slide open and the black eyes of a Rodian opened up to speak its native tongue.

"Said the joker to the thief." Blonde said in repose to him.

The hatch would then close and soon after the door would open to reveal a fully furnished bar and cantina with a band on a stage playing music and various criminal scum walking about it.

 

[Runi Verin]

Objective: III
Location: Mandalorian Landing Zone, Jygat
Allies: Mandalorian Empire; Engineers & Mechanics; [member="Gael bar Ammon"]
Enemies: …
Post: 1/20

Snow crunched softly beneath the Kiffar’s boots as she stepped off the drop ship, a subtle sound for a subtle entrance, one lost in the din of combat that was quickly picking up in the city before her. Jygat, Mygeeto. This was where it would start. This is where the first entry in the history annuals of the Mandalorian Empire would be penned. How a no-hoper from the slums of Kol Atorn had got herself mixed in with all this was still a mystery to Runi, but for the first time in a long time she felt something she had been missing for a while now. A sense of purpose. Of belonging to something more than just herself. That alone was enough to grace her oil stained features with a smirk. The fact she’d been tasked with establishing the first foundations of a war forge and staging point, well, that was just syrup on the uj’layi.

“Oya Manda!” She stuck the side of the drop ship with her wrench, the metallic thump loud enough to draw the eyes of the surrounding gaggle of engineers and mechanics. A motley crew indeed. Some vod, some strays that had been picked up in the wake of the crusades which had paved the way to this point, some she hadn’t a clue about. Yet, like her, all chosen and selected to lay the flagstone of this empire. “The Mand’alor, in all his wisdom, has decided you sorry lot are the chief architects of his new empire. Of our new empire. One that begins here an’ now, on this frozen karksicle of a planet. You're free to take it with the man himself why he didn’t pick somewhere more tropical, but for now I want to see a-pullin’ of thumbs outta shebs, vod’ika. We’ve got work needs doin'. ”

 

[Eliza Steele]

Objective: IV for now; help where needed/wanted.
Allies: Crusaders
Post: 1/20

The Corellian Dawn reverted to realspace with the rest of the Mandalorian Empire's fleet over the frigid crystalline planet of Mygeeto. Captain Eliza Steele had signed on with the Crusaders to bring in medical supplies and technical parts for their dominion of this historically wealthy world. The petite smuggler had never done business with this lot of Mando'ade before, but hopefully some fruitful jobs would come of it down the road for her efforts.

"Rahly… As soon as the LZ is secure we'll land and offload our cargo, then maybe we can have a little fun ourselves, hmm?" Eliza said flashing a lopsided grin her Wookiee co-pilot's way, then the fiery Corellisi's hands feathered the controls of the heavily modified YT-1930 light freighter with well-practiced ease to move the ship into a holding pattern until cleared to land.

A loud roar was heard from Alriccchrahl, her loyal and trusted buddy, that reverberated around the cockpit; which meant bring it on!

 

[Darth Ayra]

IV - 2/20

Beside the Dark Lord stood beside the survey droid, who was in control of the probe down below. A bipedal unit, Darth Ayra wasn't entirely sure who was behind it's construction, but it was obvious to her that it was an archaic design from a time well before the Four Hundred Year Darkness. In the years following the death of Pandeima, Ayra had become something of a historian, studying the lost eras that had been long forgotten. But there were still many things that eluded her. Still, the discoveries that had been made were of use, and thus far, the droid had played it's part well, controlling the probe below as it excavated an ingot of crystals that she desired.

Patience was a virtue and she was aware that it would take time before the excavation was completed, so the Dark Lord continued to stand there, hands clasped within either sleeve whilst her eyes followed the trail of mist that escaped her mouth, so as to preoccupy herself whilst she waited.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Objective: III
Allies: Medical personnel, [member="Runi Verin"], Engineer and Builders [member="Gael bar Ammon"]
Enemies: Those that get in our way
1/20

Blink once or was it twice before she came back to the reality of what was going on around her now. The busy of all around the orders being barked it was her orders. Then what had blink her out for that moment, it was back on the ship she had taken up her own family quarters on. Wondering now as her husband and her had said there parting ways [member="Xander Carrick"] that was it, she after all was a Mandalorian wife now having to get use to this kind of battle was something she been doing for a long time now. Even now as she moved in her armor her helmet at her side before letting it come to rest on her head.

Taking the pad that was handed to her give a nod, Now I want you to make sure that the warriors are up to the task" as she once again felt herself taken to the ship that would ride her way down to the planet. Even now she closed her eyes as she gather around her the strength that would be used today. First was the taking then came the rest, making sure she had her weapons on her hips. How every one thing that would die wouldn't be by her hand. Here to take care of the wounded was her job and her teams job. Even then it had been some task to blend the healers that followed her along with the medic of that was among her fellow Vods. Even so it wasn't any easy task to make sure that the teams was well rounded and that there was a harmony with in the teams.

Came all the eyes upon her for the last minute words from their leader. "Ladies and Gentlemen we gather here, this day our task in this invasion of Mygeeto, let us carry out our duty to the fullest honor, we might not be warriors but we are the ones that breath life back into our warrior so they may battle more and drink and grow old with their families, our duties isn't any last then the ones that do the heavy battle in the front line.
Let us go out with pride ...Let us bring glory to the New Empire ...Let us give glory to the Mandalore himself."

 

[Gael bar Ammon]

Objective: III
Allies: Mandalorian Empire ([member="Runi Verin"], [member="Maya Carrick"])
Enemies: N/A
Equipment: In bio

[2/20]
OOC: Italics denote Mando'a

With a scream from the new Mand'alor that pierced the snow-ridden skies, the battle had begun. As the younger verd moved on to claim the land that was rightfully theirs. Watching their own small horde advance, Gael turned to the Kindred assembling to provide critical mission support. Assembling a group of ragtag mechanics and engineers was Runi Verin, one of the Empire's rising stars in the realm of the Kindred. Gael took note of that as he turned from the verd establishing a mobile command post to face the Unproven near the dropship from whence they came.

He crossed his arms, resting the wrist that carried his helm on top. After her speech was over and the crowd began to disperse, he walked forward over to the dropship. Everything about Gael signified seniority, from the way he carried himself to the graying hair atop his head. As he approached, one of the mechanics looking down bumped into Gael. Turning to look at the mangy man, he immediately apologized to Gael. Though he was hardly mad, he glared at the man as he scurried to his cohorts.

He reached Runi and turned to stand next to her. "What's the job today, little one?", he asked. He already knew the plan, but he wanted to see what she knew. From what he could tell, the lass was already gunning for the next higher echelon, intentionally or not. Though unrefined, her leadership potential was obvious. Gael had had every intention of letting Ru spearhead the efforts of the Kindred. He was plenty happy to take a backseat in the assembly of a war forge. Though still capable of a great deal, Gael took it upon himself to see to the next generation of Mandalorians. It was an easier job compared to most, but he deserved it he thought. After decades of service to his vod, he thought he deserved that much.

Even though she didn't know she was becoming a favorite of Gael's, he thought it'd be a good opportunity for him to observe her true potential - as an engineer, as a leader, as a Mandalorian.

 

[Darth Ayra]

IV - 3/20

Without Mand'alor the Reclaimer and his strike at Mygeeto, Darth Ayra would not have been able to conduct this excavation. The Muuns were a protective species, from their homeworld of Muunilinst to their investments, which were normally and largely conducted by the InterGalactic Banking Clan. They had long invested into Mygeeto long ago- whence why the ice planet was known to some as their little gem- but the Mandalorians were a culture known for their brutality and harvest.

Thousands of cultures, species and worlds had been amalgamated into their ranks over the centuries. What made the Muuns and what they owned any different? Perhaps their ignorance, Darth Ayra concluded. Sufficed to say, Mygeeto and it's crystal gems were being brutally harvested by Mand'alor and the Dark Lord of the Sith, who was now edging close to claiming the crystals she required for her scientific research. Crack, crack, crack continued the hammer below, as Darth Ayra continued following the trail of mist rising from her lips, quietly amused by her game.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Loction:Mygeeto's criminal underworld, undisclosed loction in the capital city
Objecitive: Take it.
Allies: [member="Miss Blonde"] The Black Tie Syndicate, The Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: These that mess with us
2/20

Finding herself that her very heavy nerf hair heavy winter coat was blocking out the bitter cold from this planet. Seeing that her armor wasn't needed to day but that didn't stop this one from not having her fair share of weapons. After all it was like shoes for some ladies couldn't have to mean, will for her it was knifes, guns, brass knuckles that was her sweet spot. Letting her boots feel the icey walk way below them. Even so she couldn't help but know her own boots could became weapons if the need happen.

Knowing that she keep herself quiet for the most part as to the holofilm that was being talked about, she wasn't hadn't been one for such entertainment. Try she had business dealing to read over, taking up most of her own time. Letting them talk only time was that when Miss Blonde turn to her with those eyes of hers. Followed around the room soon after which taking notes.

Just what was this Lady taking such note of first off she had a smile on her lips if she ran into a man to her liking. This itself told a different story to those that knew nothing those that did only wink back at her as if to start some kind of flirting game on her. In reality those where hers only hers, marked maybe but more then that they worked for her. After all going into such a place of this one had a saying. Keep your friends close but enemies closer with eyes upon eyes.

"Good for it starting on time, the more enjoyment that could be had.."

This bring a smirk to her already curve lips of hers. One that told about her personality will at less what she wanted them to think her as a party girl that had some kind of business smart, as it was left that she was a small time owner of her own Brewing company and a close friend to Miss Blonde.

 

[Runi Verin]

Objective: III
Location: Mandalorian Landing Zone, Jygat
Allies: Mandalorian Empire; The Kindred
Enemies: …
Post: 2/20

While she would have never admitted it, least of all aloud, Runi drew a measure of comfort in the familiar presence of bar Ammon. He was a figure of seniority; a tried and proven leader. A beacon of order in the sea of chaos that was currently bubbling all around them. In short, he was everything she was currently pretending to be. The most she had led up until now was a minor salvaging operation of barely a dozen or so, nothing compared to something of this magnitude. As much as she relished the challenge to test herself, [member="Gael bar Ammon"] was definitely welcome addition to the forward operating base. She just wished he’d stop calling her little one.

“What, your memory fadin’ on you already, old man? You're as bad as Zef.” Runi smirked as she watched the supplies unloaded, sparing an appreciative nod towards [member="Maya Carrick"] as she deftly martialled the rest of the kindred. The way things were sounding up in the city, they’d need that triage station up and running sooner rather than later. They definitely had their work cut out for them. “Don’t worry, I know the plan. That refinery is as good as restored, trust me. I’ll have the old girl practically singin' Dha Werda Verda by nightfall. I just need to --- Fierfek! Excuse me a second.”

Her gaze abruptly shifted past the older Mandalorian towards those currently assembling the defences, the smirk on her lips instantly morphing to a scowl as she regarded the work critically. She might have been more versed in mechanics than siege engineering, but even she could see that it wouldn’t be enough to hold out any counter-attack their soulless former brethren might muster. “Wayii! Branii, you osik brained di’kut, that barricade needs to be twice the size. We’re fightin' dar’manda, not the karkin’ ugnaught girl brigade. Fix it or I fix you, ‘lek?”

The engineer slapped a hand on the broad bladed knife at her waist to emphasis her point. The man, the aforementioned Brunii, might very well have had a good fifty or so pounds on her, but that didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest. The same could be practically said for most of those assembled here today in the landing zone. The moment Runi Verin concerned herself with weight differences was the moment she couldn’t threaten anyone around here. Haran. It would be Pure karkin’ anarchy. She gave a shake of her head and thumbed her qukuuf, returning her attention back to bar Ammon.

“What was I sayin’? Oh, right. We need to fortify this place ‘fore we can move on to doin’ that. Be a different story if it were just aruetiise we were fightin’, but…” She gave an armored approximation of a shrug. “I ain’t about to explain to Mand’alor why I lost his foothold by half assin’ the job.”

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Mygeeto's criminal underworld, undisclosed location in the capital city.
Objective: Take it.
Allies: The Black Tie Syndicate, The Mandalorian Empire [member="Seanna Vel"]
Enemies: None yet
2/20

[media] https://youtu.be/Us5sfT17hws [/media]​

In the corner of the room on stage the band was tuning up for their next song, and Miss Blonde had found her way over to the bar. There was one benefit to having a bar in a hollowed out ice cavern, and that was you didn't have to pay for refrigeration. Taking a cold rum and coke the woman tucked her thick fur coat and wrapped it's warm embrace tighter around her. Only being a good hundred and ten pounds meant that she got colder faster due to a lack of body mass, and thankfully the coat she packed was warm enough to keep her going.

When Seanna walked in after her the woman smiled to see another council member had arrived to ensure that business was to go well and smooth, plus it never hurt to have a capable fighter like Seanna there to back her up in case things went south.

"Nerf, so glad to see you could make it. The other crime lord's are waiting for us at the back table. Let's get going." Blonde said as she sipped at her drink.

The woman would then pay for her drink, turn right, and march back to the large table where a three other men sat. One Rodian, a Chiss, and a rather large and scary Trandoshan. Along her way over to them Blonde tipped the band for their so far good performance then sat down at the table with her drink out in front of her.

"Allow my partner to grab a drink and join us before we begin." Blonde said with a smile towards the three man who sat around her.

They all gave a collective nod then would wait for Seanna to have her seat.

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Objective: III
Allies: [member="Maya Carrick"], Medical personnel, [member="Runi Verin"], Engineer and Builders [member="Gael bar Ammon"]
Enemies : Those that get in the way
Post 1/20

This would be Kixi's first mission on the other side of the fence. Kixi, a full fledged Jedi Knight, but not in the art of healing or in medicine. Before becoming a Jedi, Kixi had been on her home world what was called a züncålazin, or a Force sensitive warrior. Nothing to the level of a Jedi Knight, but all in all a fighter. Then she had joined the Order, the Silver Sanctum, and as a Jedi Knight had very much continued on the path she had began with, as a combatant in the the name of peace and justice. Kixi however had found a calling of change within herself. So much destruction, so much hurt surrounded her, that she decided to follow another path. That of healing rather than destroying. Much training she had received with her new master, Maya, that now she had finally accompanied her on a mission.

As Maya prepared to bored the ship down to the surface of Mygeeto, Kixi stood a few steps back to her right. She observantly looked at all the faces who would be attentively listening to Maya's speech. Men and women of all ages stood as they readied themselves for the tough and daunting mission that lay ahead. Kixi had seen it all before, in combat as soldiers and the like would fall next to her. Now she would be assisting this team with her Force healing abilities, to heal the wounds and injuries of those fallen soldiers.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Mandalorian Landing Zone, Jygat
Objective: 1
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Isley Verd"]
Enemies: Dar'manda
(1/20)

Another day, another battlefield, another multitude of deaths caused by her hand. That this was becoming routine for her again was concerning enough by itself, but this time the cause she rallied to was at the very least a valid one. The Crusaders had grown to an Empire of sorts, with Mand'alor the Reclaimer at the helm, otherwise known as her adoptive brother and the founder of the ragtag bunch that had eventually expanded to encompass the number that were currently making landfall on the planet and otherwise fighting for superiority in the skies. Yes, this was a cause of some kind, the goal at the end of the day conquest. But first, as always, came the war to achieve it. And, as always, she was ready.

As the others arrived on-world and otherwise prepared she did a brief once-over of her gear, holding idle conversation with Thalia. "For someone who wanted to partially settle down with her family, you sure do find yourself on a lot of battlefields." A quiet sigh hissed between her teeth as she adjusted her wrist rocket, monitoring the progress of her vode via her HUD. "Yeah, I know. But this is my family here, too. And the best way I can look out for them is by fighting alongside everyone." The AI arched a holographic brow. "Sound logic, I suppose, but you know you're going to have to give it up someday. You're not exactly of prime fighting age or fitness anymore." The limp in her left leg as she stepped forward only seemed to exemplify that point, and she remained silent for a moment.

"Don't remind me. But I'm going to keep fighting until I can't anymore." "And that's what concerns me." Both conceded to silence after that remark, and she stepped over to where Zef seemed to be waiting and readying himself just as she had been. Her limp was exacerbated by the cold, and she noticeably favored that leg once she was standing next to him. "I'm assuming our plan is a bit more strategic than just heading in and killing everyone, though arguably that's the endgame. You have any bright ideas to offer, vod?"

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective: I - Jygat, Bridge
Allies: The Mandalorian Empire, [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: The Dar'manda Horde

Thump. Thump.

Beneath the plates of beskar...Safe underneath layers of Terentatek...there thundered away a heart. It was alive: thrilled by the battle raging on all sides. There was no better sensation, truth be told. Battle was something that the Mand'alor and his Crusaders had been born to do. Where the powers of the Galaxy looked upon warfare with disdain and disgust, the Mandalorians rushed to it with open arms. For Isley, that rush manifested in the form of urging his Basilisk forward. His beskad was pointed at the first bridge, an obstacle that needed to be overcame. Yet, like all those who would dare stand in their way, it would be trampled underfoot.

Against them rallied the Dar'manda Horde. Time had given them the advantage of digging in their heels. The Bridge was characterized by what was once a routine check-in station. However, it had been thoroughly augmented by those who formerly rallied under the Mandalorian banner. Layers upon layers of Durasteel armored the structure. Barbed wires spanned its length, with portholes allowing snipers and other firearms a clear view of their attackers. Yet the Mand'alor was not deterred, nor would his conquest be denied. As he led the charge, the station unleashed hell upon the Crusaders; prompting an instinctual response from Isley's beast. The Cin Bes'uliik erected its shields so that it may weather the storm of blaster fire.

In the meantime, the Mand'alor called out to his warriors:

"Basilisks forward! Fire together!"

A resounding cry of affirmation erupted from his riders before a maelstrom of ordnance found its mark. The blaster fire was briefly interrupted by a rather vicious series of explosions. The check-in station was all but reduced to scrap in a matter of moments, yet the battle was far from over. In fact, they were just getting started. Through the smoke, movement could be detected by any buy'ce worth its salt. Large movement. Thud. Thud.[/i] Whiiiiiiir! The symphony of heavy plates crashing down upon charred pavement heralded their arrival: enemies clad in what appeared to be a form of powered armor. They were several in number, each bearing a weapon of the "heavy" variety. Rotary, blaster cannons...ion rockets...the works.

Good. Mygeeto had some fight in it.

"Doesn't this bring back memories, Zef?" Isley chuckled, addressing his old friend over the comm. The two friends had faced down some rather absurd odds over the years, and this was no different. "I need you airborne, hit them with rockets. Keira, put that scrap to good use. I'll draw their fire!"

And draw their fire he did. The Mand'alor gave Cin a guiding pat upon its "neck", spurning it to momentarily drop its shields. With this, power was diverted to facilitate a rather devastating launch. A salvo of shatter missiles tore forth from the War Droid and careened into one of the targets. Obviously this wasn't the end of the threat, but it would be enough to clear the way for the Mand'alor's allies.

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[Darth Rixas]

Objective: I
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"]
Enemies: Dar'manda Mongrels

Have mercy.

That was something that he, Oron, Mandalorian Crusader or not, would never be able to offer as a promise. It was the nature of the Crusaders to be as callous as they could be kind, it simply depended upon little more than whom were in their sights. Oron had seen renegade members of various factions tormented, bled dry, skinned and used in the hunts that had once pleased their leaders, so- he was no creature to make pleas of supplication to. Bygone days were all that remained of the Oron who would have negotiated with enemies or even make sacrifices in the hopes of sparing a single soul from torment. Hope and Retribution, a compact that had been slaughtered within him long ago. A Marauder was all that remained, heart as gelid as Mygeeto's climate.

A sound escaped his lips, the beskads in his hands twitching ever so slightly as a vigorous, dry roar finally manifested, erupting from Oron in response to the Mand'alore's own. His crimson gaze moved to the Dar'manda whom sought to stall the Crusaders at the bridge. He arched an eyebrow under his buy'ce as he pulled the hood of his cape from his armored shoulders over his helmet. Feeling the cloth of his cape whip his rear in the wind he began to trot, picking up speed as he studied the battle playing out before him, the sound of a war drum beating softly in his war.

The ground beneath him shook, trembled even, as the numerous basilisk wardroids around him stomped across the grounds towards the enemies' holding. The callings from Oron's older brother Isley, the newly donned Mand'alore the Reclaimer, demanded that the warriors attack in unison. Halting his approach, Oron stood amidst the machines, his garments whipped violently in the wind as timed barrages erupted around him, sending emerald and scarlet bolts of energy towards the opposition- the triggers being pulled with a practiced and well exercised unison that few legions could quite pull off like the Crusaders did. Yet, the battle was not yet over.

Figures clad in heavy power armor could be seen plowing through the ashy, charred remains of their fallen comrades as the newly introduced squad of Dar'manded marched forward, slamming their powered suits through bone and armor alike. Snapping out of his statue-like state Oron moved then, sheathing his beskads, the sound of a pounding war drum growing louder by the second in his ear. His stride carried him to the front of the line as a turn of his head gave witness to Isley prepping his mount for an assault. Oron's stride developed into a full sprint then as he shot past his allies, heading toward their heavily clad adversaries.

3,2......1!

The missiles Isley fired flew over Oron's head, and impacted upon one of the heavy troopers, obliterating him and clearing a path that the Maruader immediately occupied. Rushing into the smoke lapsed by Isley's missiles, Oron seemingly disappeared before suddenly, a figure slashed in obsidian and crimson beskar'gam erupted from the urban camouflage slamming his feet into the chest of one of the Power-armored men. Simultaneously crouching as he made contact, he pressed an adhesive grenade to the Dar'manda's chest. A repulsive kick forced the armored man to stumble backward as Oron leaped away from the Dar'manda before he abruptly exploded under his panic-laden screams.

[1/20]

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: I
Location: Mandalorian LZ, Jygat -> Moving to 1st bridge to Jygat
Allies: Mandalorian Empire; [member="Isley Verd"]; [member="Oron Verd"]; [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: Dar'manda Forces
Post: 2/20

Mand'alor called those on war droids to assemble and unleash hell upon the dar'manda forces that were encampened in a makeshift bunker on the other side of the bridge. Zef couldn't help but duck under cover as the large war droids threw shadows over his head. They had prepared well to use the fact that passing through bridges usually meant a whole deal of man slaughter for the attacking team. In such cases, you bring the heavier firepower. Just like Mandalore just did. The line they created on their side of the bridge charged their weapons and in envious synchronization laid waste upon the bunker leaving behind it a great amount of smoke that carried itself all over the battlefield.

The Corellian no-bathrobe Mandalorian woman Keira Ticon passed by him inquiring on what would their next action be to which Zef simply replied:

"Listen here, Corellia, we gotta pass this bridge but it ain't gonna happen if we don't break the karking resistance on the other side. So ya better stop limping cause you ain't my age and do something productive." Despite his wording, Zef was not being aggressive or hostile in his tone.

"Doesn't this bring back memories, Zef?"

"Good times, Mand'alor, good times." Zef replied honestly, for the first time without a joke or some sarcasm in it. He seriously had meant it. When you are young, you take everything for granted. Fortunately, his thoughts were waved away after the rampaging Isley ordered him to get in the air and hit 'em with damn rockets. "Understood."

It was a logical move considering the new breed of troops that came to fortify the bridge. Fully armored with heavy power armors. Such plating would rarely give in to anything small, they needed missiles. Anti-vehicle missiles. Not Zef's favorite weapon to use but they'd be stuck much longer if he didn't do that. As he brought in his HUD where the hell was the damn cache, Zef saw the dashing figure of Oron Verd - the brother of Isley Verd, that Zef had only seen once before and that was on those damned useless negotiations on Alderaan.

Well, no time for courtesy.

The scoundrel paced back to where some supplies were spread, he took a multi-missile launcher and began complaining to why the hell was it simply left here. The Mandos needed more discipline, but that would come in time as well. Before he could finish his sentence, an explosion sent him rolling with the multi-missile launcher on the ground.

Thought he said he'd draw their damn fire.

Picking up the multi-missile launcher and loading it as quickly as possible, the scoundrel did not waste time taking to air with his grav boots propelling them. Being above seemingly everyone, Zef had clear view of their heavy armored opponents. The targeting system of his HUD supported his aim and Zef pulled the trigger receiving a tremendous amount of kickback. The precision-guided anti-vehicle missiles flew with a screeching noise before they landed in the ranks of the dar'manda forces resulting in an explosion that rocked the ground.

 

[Garza]

Objective: II
Location: Mandalorian LZ, Jygat -> Moving to Artillery Forces
Allies: Mandalorian Empire; [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Maya Carrick"],
Enemies: Dar'manda Forces, Artillery.
Post: 1/20

The time had come to perform my job. As a follower of the proclaimed Mandalore, Isley Verd, I had to support him. The man was a leader, and as I myself had lead troops into battle time and time again, I could see how this man could become such a leader. We had worked in the past, and planed to do so in the future. I smiled as only moments ago, my wife and I had shared a kiss goodbye, and the hope of returning home to receive a second. As I walked away from my wife in her armor, I felt proud to have married her. Our past was rough. That was no lie. We had worked together to overcome our faults. It was with this in mind, I grabbed the shaft of my hammer, and swung it once more in the open air.

It had felt so long since I have been able to use such a prized weapon. To really use it in warfare, My blood pumped through my veins with anticipation. My adrenaline flowed through my body. Sending surges of energy as the men and women of Mandalore, the "Mando'ade" walked as one against the Dar'manda on Mygeeto. While I rode no mechanical beast, I choose to walk. There was no greater insult to a man, than to simply walk into his abode unchallenged.

As such, I would be providing that insult to these who decided to not follow.

"I suppose the artillery must be taken down. With no ships to get close enough, it will have to be taken down manually."

"No one suited better."

Grasping my hammer with an iron grip, I bent my knees. Going into a low crouch for a second before a loud boom could be heard. Using my Mastery within the force, Telekinesis, I had learned to surpass Levitation. Using control over my own body, I could force myself to be thrown through the sky. Much like how you would move an object. I flung myself up into the sky and towards the artillery. They could see me coming. I mean, a man wearing red, blue and black mandalorian armor flying in the sky with no jetpack was quite an easy thing to spot. Blaster bolts were flung at me from their respective blasters. All missing me for the most part. Only then, could I hear a loud beeping in my helmet.

I was being tracked with a missile. When I looked around for where it might be coming from, I saw it at the last second. Trying to backup to avoid it, give myself some room to move, the missile was following me hard, and slammed right into my chest.