The Magnificent Probably More than Seven [Primeval Invasion of Mandalorian Wayland]

[H3xle]

Objective: A, Get Out Alive
Location: Forest near Fort
NPCs: All dead


As Taryc was climbing down from the tree where she had sniped at [member="arrbi betna"], she heard the sound of fighters coming in. She looked up and saw as bombs were laid out in a staggered line down the length of the forest. The very first one exploded several kilometers away and carpeted a large swath of the forest in flames.

Cursing loudly, Taryc used the force to get herself down to the ground quickly, turning a partially controlled fall into a roll as she landed, then came up running. Her warriors all revered death, and it was coming for them. She shouted a warning to them as she brought a bubble of force energy up around her. She sprinted for the extraction point as she began to hear the pop of trees exploding and flames roaring coming closer.

One instant, she was running in woodlands, the next she was running through hell. In the flash of an instant, napalm had covered everything, trees exploded around her as she ran. Napalm slid from her force bubble, but the heat of it still scorched her inside the bubble and inside her armor. If she hadn't been raised to fire, she was certain she'd be cooked inside the force bubble. As it was, she could feel the beskar of her armor begin to scorch through her armorweave, which also had some of the metal woven through it.

She didn't hear the screams of her warriors, she didn't even know if they did scream. She knew that fire was the best weapon against them, and there was a large swath of land here covered in it. As far as her eyes could see, fire covered everything. Trees were aflame and bursting from the suddenly high heat, sending razor sharp needles of flaming wood and superheated beads of sap in every direction. Still, Taryc ran. She ran with everything she had. She used the force more in those few minutes than she had ever before, holding up a shield, shutting off pain and making her run fast.

Finally, she cleared the flaming zone, she saw a shelf of rock ahead, with a Primeval dropship waiting. Taryc reached the dropship in a matter of moments, but did not let it take off. She would remain here until she knew whether the Host Lord lived as yet. She would not abandon her Host Lord.

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Objective: A

Location: Bunkers
Allies: Mandalorians, Draco Vereen, Zathra Fett, Olivia Dem'adas, Arrbi Betna, Vilaz Munin, Dariak Talesa, @Anybody else I'm missing
Enemies: Primeval, Anja Aj'Rou, Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou, Boo Chiyo, The Dark Man, Keira Ticon, Mard Szaks, Cordelia deWinter, @Zambrano the Hutt
Gear: Gear: Mandalorian Ripper Long Rifle, microdite tipped slugs | Mandalorian Ripper carbine, solid slugs | Beskad | Kal | 4x frag grenades, 4x white phosphorus grenades, x2 fragmentation mines

Unit: Mandalorian Protector Infantry
Strength: ~90 (310 KIA) Mandalorians plus support/command elements (supply trains, logistical support, HQ staff, etc.)
Objective: A
Location: Bunkers
Controller: Dariak Talesa

When Dariak first saw the fighters screaming in he let out a roar of triumph. Not only had he led the repulsion of the Terror Runners but now his kin were coming to mop up with bombs. Hopefully even the most fanatical enemy he had ever faced would be repulsed and broken into a retreat to be chased all the way to their ships. The Protectors who had left the bunkers to add their firepower against the Runners were also throwing their fists up with their own yells. However the celebration was short lived as napalm spread not only over the enemy lines but the bunkers as well.

Dariak let out a gasp of fear before he turned and pulled a nearby Protector into the bunker with him. "Shut the shutters! Crank up the bloody shields!"

The bunkers shut themselves off from the outside world. Turning their shields and shutting their alusteel shutters to protect themselves from the effects of the weapons while the Protectors locked outside screamed as they burned alive, rolling onto the ground to try and get the burning gel from their armour. The durasteel only protected them before turning their own suits into overs, cooking them from beneath their suits.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Wayland; Mining Platform - Mt. Tantiss Complex Tunnels
Objective: Maze Runner [Objective 3]
Allies: [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="A'den Shereshoy"]
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Voxyn Mk I Beskar’gam x1
Strill Claw Beskad x1
Mandalorian Ripper Mk II Slugthower Pistols x2

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy921Pn3lhA[/media]​

Dusk was beginning to deepen now, and Anija quickly gestured the rest of her team down the hatch, and followed quickly behind them. Gloved hands gripped the ladder's handrails and the friction as she slid down the ladder emitted a muffled squeal. Some might think them crazy to enter the mine during an earthquake... but it wasn't like they had much choice. Even as each member of her team dropped into the access, the ground continued to shake and buck. Dust filled the air and partially obscured vision.

Ahead of her, she heard the booted footfalls of her Vode, and saw the bobbing light from Briika's helmet. Dust filtered down through the beam cast by it, and even Anija felt pebbles fall on her helmet and then slide off to the floor of the passage. What they were doing was crazy. Some would say stupid. Jare'la. But, right now... it was the only way she could see to solve the sudden issue which had so.... violently presented itself.

As she moved forward to join the rest of the team, Anija too activated a headlamp built into her helmet. It was certainly one thing she was very glad of at the moment. In the tunnel, it felt as if they were closed in. Beyond the glow of their helmet lamps, darkness and dust floated. Blinking as her vision adjusted to the dimness, and then the sudden brightness cast by the lamps, Anija turned her attention to her HUD readouts.

There was quite a bit of information filtering across it at the moment. ANNE had taken it upon herself to run scans of the underground complex. She couldn't penetrate far, due to the limits of her scanner range, but it was at least a starting point. Also displayed on Anija's HUD was a map which ANNE had found buried in the same file the access codes had been in. It wasn't as accurate as it could have been, but then... it was about six years old itself. And, the mining had pretty much destroyed a good portion of the upper few levels.

In these upper tunnels - on both sides of the complex, was a small lift. It had been installed in what remained of the complex tunnels when the Hyperion Engineers had discovered the complex. Dust and debris littered the floor of the corridor, forcing the group to navigate around it. It would take them a bit to reach the lift.

Any lights which had been installed in the original complex had long since ceased functioning. Only those interspersed every few meters by the Hyperion mining crew still worked. Even then, the distance between them left pools of darkness which could conceal a partially collapsed tunnel. Up ahead, perhaps twenty meters away from their current position - about halfway through the access tunnel which ran horizontally from the hatch lay the small bank of lifts.

As they reached the small foyer, Anija held up a closed fist, signalling the group to halt as she moved to the front. When she'd reached the spot next to Briika, Anija turned to address the group. She took a moment to look to each of them, trying to get a read on their state of mind. Most of it, she did by virtue of body language. For she'd vowed early on to never dig beneath someone's surface thoughts unless t here was a pressing need to do so. Now was not one of those times.

Overall, they seemed calm and ready. Mandalorians as a culture thrived on adversity and challenge. While this wasn't really a combat situation in the normal sense, it still presented it's own challenges. She could sense a bit of nervousness. That was natural. They were in unfamiliar territory. And a force outside their control had imposed a time limit on their adventure. She didn't have an actual countdown yet... but ANNE's best estimate was that they had a matter of hours at the most.

Clearing her throat, Anija looked each of them in the visor before she spoke. "I'm sure all of you are wondering what the feth we're doing here. And also why I ordered you not to shoot at he Primeval team. We are here because I came to check out sensor reports of unauthorized movement near the mine. And now, we're racing some unknown timer... and the people from Prime to shut it off. At most, we don't have more than a few hours. It's hard to nail down a definitive time."

"As to why I ordered you not to shoot at the other group.... there were many reasons. First, the ground itself is unstable. You all saw this first hand. And second, the ground such as it is would make having a clean shot very difficult. You risk missing - and hitting not only your vode... but also damaging the mining platform itself. I didn't want to risk accidentally activating the mining laser or something."

"Anyways, we've got a bomb to stop. Be careful getting into the lift... the earthquake may have damaged it. Due to collapses... we might only be able to take it a short distance." Having said this, Anija moved forward, and cleared a small pile of debris from in front of the lift itself using the Force. it was times like these that Ember's lessons proved valuable. She'd learned quickly that the size of an object was irrelevant. What mattered more was being abler to sense the object, get a feel for it's mass, and t hen push or lift with enough mental effort to move it. She still had difficulty at times, and one of the larger boulders wobbled in her Force grip before she set it down off to the side.

Now, the way to the lift was clear. "Let's go..." she said, gesturing forward.

Jare'la: Stupidly oblivious to danger.
Vode: Brothers and sisters.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Wayland; Mining Platform - Mt. Tantiss Complex Tunnels
Objective: Maze Runner [Objective 3]
Allies: [member="Nandiach_Ankah"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | @A'den Shereshoy
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Gear: Listed in Bio

All around the group which was gathering a massive earthquake came out of nowhere. At this point no one cared about the Prim opposition which had already entered inside the mine. Graad could only think about securing himself, and Briika. The strong Mando'ad grabbed what he could as Briika bumped into him. Part of him wanted to make some kind of quip about the fact she was going for the goods already, but he knew better. First they were in a group, and second, Briika would have turned several shades of pink at the thought.

He moved fast as he followed Briika down the tube, sliding down the ladder in the same fashion. The lamp on his buy'ce lit up as Graad started looking around, and once he had a good idea for the surrounding, his HUD was switched to night vision with a blink of his eye. He took up his position just behind Briika, and placed a gauntleted hand on her left shoulder plate.

<<<"I don't like this at all. A race against a smaller group of Prim trying to diffuse a bomb and hoping they don't get it first to blow us up.">>>

Graad switched to a private channel shared with Briika.

<<<"We'll make it home, and I'll make sure you see Mesh'la again, or I'll die tying.">>>

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: Tantiss, yo [MAP]
Objective: RUN, FORREST, RUN
Allies: [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Enemies: [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Nandiach_Ankah"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | @A'den Shereshoy
Gear: TS-1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7iIalbjUJk​

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The shudder of the impact ran along the length of xir grame as xir fit hit the ground below, but the shifter was already rolling forward with the momentum, unwilling to take the full brunt of the force. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant of landings, but to someone who'd launched out of the tenth story — and sometimes higher — in order to get away with murder and/or a robbery, such a fall was nothing drastically shocking.

After that minor bump on the road, Laguz quickly took in xir surroundings, adjusting xir eyesight to the darkness that reigned below. Welp.

Apart from the corridor stretching as far as the eye could see, the shifter had spotted a sliding door to xir left, and next to it another corner that disappeared into the inky blackness only truly found underground. Were xe another type of man — er, sentient being of uncertain gender persuasion, actually, but 'man' is shorter — then the sniper would have probably felt some sort of fear at the encroaching tendrils of darkness grasping at xem from every which way.

Xe was not.

What xe was, however, was intellingent, or at least xe liked to think so, which is why xe opted out of entering the elevator as quickly as xe discovered that was what lay behind the first door. Xe veered to the left instead, peeking around the corner to see what that particular patch of black contained, and was not disappointed in the least.

"Hey, you two," the rather unprofessional agent called to the pair following behind xem. "The stairs are here." And with that, Laguz would launch xemself into a fast sprint downwards, because bombs weren't a good thing ever, and they were even worse when they were sitting under a whole mountain of profit. The very thought sent shivers down xir spine like the threat of the unknown never could.

Think of the lost credits!

No, that simply couldn't stand. Adopting the legs of the felacatian, the sniper would likely leave xir two companions in the dust, but that didn't really matter. Heat was heat, and the armored Kel Dor had given xem all the information xe needed for the time being. Speed, in the end, was of the essence. Who could possibly claim with any certainty what the timer on that thing spelled, after all?

 

[Brooke Waters]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] C[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Following [member="Laguz Vald"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Gear:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Sexy good looks, Sonomax Sonic Pistol, purple lightsaber, jungle variant of Armor[/SIZE]

The blonde was keeping up with her team. Of course she was, she might be the team bard, but she was going to be here for more than good looks. If it came to it. Token was good for two things, stunning massive amounts of bad guys, and protecting herself and her friends. Who knew? Maybe she’d get some really cool spell when she worked more on her training.

Right now? She was not touching that elevator, even before Laguz spoke about it. No to the feth that.

Stairs, right! Now it wasn’t even a point of the credits, though she did like money, it was more because there was a bomb. In the mountain. That she was in. Right there. With her.

Yeah, they should probably stop that. The lithe little dancer made to try to keep up with the Shifter, but… damn fast.

 

[Darth Wyrrlok VI]

Location: Wayland; Mining platform - Mount Tantiss ruins
Objective: maze runner
Allies: Nandiach_Ankah | Anija Ordo | Verz Horak | Graad Hokan | Briika Detta | Chaos Maxtor | A'den Shereshoy
Enemies: Laguz Vald | Ebenezer | Jun Nez | Token Waters
Gear: right hand : beskar plated vibrosword. Left hand: empty lost his vibroknife. Holstered weapons: two basic blaster pistols. Armour: lightweight beskar'gam with reinforced gauntlets for hand to hand combat.

As the other mandos in the group slid down the ladder, Zhaerack turned on the flashlight that was on his helmet. Due to the earthquake, the tunnel filled with dust and made it harder to see anything in front of him.

Saying to himself " Damn the battle topside is really taking its toll on this tunnel let's hope it doesn't collapse before our mission is complete."

Graad, Briita and Anija were just in front of Zhaerack as they started to make their way further into the mine but with all of this dust and dark was filling the tunnel, Zhaerack could barely see them so he tried to stay as close to them as possible. As Zhaerack followed Briika, Graad and Anija, Anija gave the squad a signal to stop. She glanced at everyone, probably to check everyone's mental and pysical state. Moments after she observed all of us she told us that the real mission was to disable a bomb that was inside the mine. Zhaerack assumed that the bomb was placed in the mine by Primeval but Anija didn't specify who activated the bomb. Zhaerack slipped into a state of pure concentration as he knew that this mission was very important and that failure wasn't an option.

Anija had told the squad to make their way to some lifts that were at the end of this tunnel so Zhaerack stood up and made his way to the lifts with his fellow mandos. As he was nearing the lifts a small bit of rock from the roof of the tunnel broke apart due to the earthquake and landed on the mandos head, knocking him to the floor for a few moments. Zhaerack stood back up to notice that the rock had cracked his visor and damaged the flashlight that was on his helmet. He turned off his flashlight to save it for another time and he kept close to Anija and Briika as their flashlights were fully functional and would illuminate the way ahead so he could make his way to the lifts.

 

[Auswyn Nothrael]

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: The Primeval | No-one in particular...
Enemies: Mandalorians | [member="Garrus Garon"]
Gear: Two well-blooded daggers, one lightsaber.
Music: The Storm

Pain seeped into her lungs, she could feel the burn and yet, she hadn't tried to scrape at the hand that cut off her ability to breathe, at least not until she pressed harder with her mental might to make this Mandalorian relive what had to be one of his worst nightmares. In doing so, she gave up the control she had over her pain, and it all came rushing back over the course of several moments - the shrapnel at many points where it had either lacerated or dug into her flesh, the right wrist which was broken if not crushed, ribs that might be cracked, and an airway that was without a doubt severely bruised and weakened and threatened with collapse - causing her eyes to go wide and her body to squirm, slower and slower as consciousness began to wane for the second time.

Then, in the next instant, the hand at her throat was gone. The response from her body was instantaneous, left hand going to her throat and splaying across it (her right still pinned) as she gulped in air, and began to cough and hack; she curled to the right in vain to seek a better position to breathe from and to reduce the coughing and wheezing, and a thud connected with the ground now behind her, a mere inch from her spine. Then her rather damaged wrist was released, too, and her strangler was no longer hovering over her with his sheer size and thick rage. Such a rage she wished she could drink like water, and she could still feel it coming off of him, the connection having not yet been severed. She'd clung to it, assuring her intentions would be fulfilled.

She had not expected that a mere experiment would yield such a fantastic result. The degree of damage she had suffered to achieve it was a worthy cost, and she wanted to see how she made him writhe. So, breathing being an unpleasant exercise and pain digging into her to the point of euphoria, she lifted her upper body onto her elbows, then moved about to bring her knees underneath herself. With this accomplished, she pushed from the ground with her left hand to put herself kneeling, and her eyes in their voided blackness sought her present adversary, her current plaything, and what she saw pleased her. Oh, how he screamed. How he writhed! She managed a smile that came out more as clenched teeth and pulled back lips, and proceeded to wobble to her feet.

How long could she keep this up? There was really no knowing, and as she watched the Mandalorian relive such magnificent pain, she considered for a moment what she might do to him next... what she could do in her present sorry state, but there was nothing she could do without leaving what she had done to this man to run its course and peter out. She didn't know how long that would take, either, but she did so, withdrawing from his mind and lifting her left arm, palm out. In the next moment her forearm snapped back and the hand closed into a fist as the Force did her bidding and pulled on the helm that surrounded the man's head, with the precise intent to pop it right off of him to fly towards her.

No matter how that happened, if it happened, her next move was to call her second knife to her one mostly-good hand and wait for a reaction. After all, she still had one hand, one wrist. She still had her legs. And... she felt a bit woozy. A spell of oxygen deprivation could do a lot to a person.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Wayland; Inside Mount Tantiss Ruins/Mine
Objective: #3 - Maze Run
Allies: [member="Nandiach_Ankah"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="A'den Shereshoy"]
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Gear: Listed in bio

Briika was glad to have the rugged Concordian on her six. The blonde reached up and patted his gauntleted-hand that was resting upon her shoulder plate with her own as the ver'verd indicated he had her back no matter what. She was already well aware of that promise, though it did trouble Bree to a degree every time Graad said he'd give up his life for hers just because of Mesh'la. Of course, she wanted to go home alive and well to her daughter, but purposefully drawing the short end of the stick all the time wasn't fair either just because he didn't have tangible skin in the game. The thing was Briika knew what ever happened, Mesh'la would be loved and cared if she did not return. The old Mandalorian saying, Aliit ori'shya tal'din or Family is more then blood, was very true in their culture, and Bree was confident Graad would indeed be there for her along with the Tor'Detta Clan should the Manda call for her.

< "We will both see her again, ner vod'ika," > she replied to her good friend using an endearment over their private channel, trying to keep a positive attitude though the situation did appear to be grim after listening to Anija's sitrep.

The Mando team trudged their way over and through the dust and debris in the tunnel to where the lifts were located. Good thing they were in full beskar'gam and their air filtration systems were working along with their HUDs aiding them too.

If only Anija could see the face she made behind her darkened T-visor when the Field Marshal told them to get in. Briika was skeptical at best as it normally wasn't a good idea to get into old, debilitated lifts, not to mention ones possibly damaged from an earthquake.

< "Perhaps we should not all get in one lift… Just in case," > she suggested to the vode; choosing the one on the right and stepping cautiously through the open lift door. So far, so good.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: Mando's
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Gear:

Spoiler

armor, lightsaber, http://starwarsrp.net/topic/10961-mandalorian-ripper-mk-ii/

This fight was going quite well or at least it was in Ana's opinion. She found that all her Pyro practicing had been worth it and was a quite potent weapon. Azrael encouraged her her to learn lightning but fire she liked that much better.

Before the Master had the ability to react her opponent turned into a wild man, quite literally, and began to charge directly at her. Ana had seen a lot of crazy people in her time. She was a Mando after and many of them were crazy but this was a new type of crazy that caused her to tilt her head.

Ana didn't notice that he had also shot at her until it was too late to do anything about it. The bullet hit her square in stomach with knocked the wind out of her. She could feel it even with the armor on. Before she could regain her balance Kiran had jumped on her knocking her off her feet to the jungle floor.

Landing with a thud she groaned as her hands quickly went into action looking to grab that blaster out of his hands. Ana at the same time was trying to overpower him and flip them over. If he wanted hand to hand combat Ana was happy to comply.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: B, Jungles
Allies: Primeval, [member="Laguz Vald"] (On Communicator)
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Gear: Signature

Finally! Finally he got in close. It didn't matter that the girl grabbed his blaster, it didn't matter that he wrenched his hand and the weapon was thrown clear, it didn't matter that she was stronger than expected, all that mattered was that he was finally where he wanted to be.

The strength of his pheromones would not fall upon her, that seducing rage, that cold uncontrollable seething hatred that would cause anyone to go mad.

It would seep into her and bite at her thoughts, hopefully bringing her to that berserker rage that so many had lost themselves in. He grinned as she wresteled for control, his left hand backing up, twisting into a fist. A loud 'shirk' resounded as the punch knife drew out of his gauntlet, the blade bearing down on her side, where a massive gap in her armor had now grown.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Wayland, Jungle
Objective B
Enemies: [member="Auswyn Nothrael"] and the Primeval
Allies: Mandalorians
Equipment: Listed previously

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...Garrus was up on his feet, steadying himself, when she'd begun to withdraw from his mind. Probably a mistake. The amount of post traumatic stress that Garrus suffered from could be attributed to several of his own disorders as well as to why Auswyn had so successfully invaded his mind. Now that she was withdrawing out of his psyche Garrus would feel the flames, the heat, the burning that surrounded his frame begin to dissipate until nothing remained except the dull memory. Of course during this time he was still sucking in mouthfuls of air and Auswyn wasn't exactly immobile which likely attributed to the fact that following that he was jerked forward slightly...

...the force pull that Auswyn had utilized had the potential to fail against Garrus, the Terrentatek Body Glove he wore was very potent in its own way even with regards to the overlying armor, however playing devils advocate the Warrior was still jerked forward, off balanced momentarily. As could be expected his head would jerk ahead and down as his helm was pulled free towards Auswyn's hand leaving Garrus out in the open for lack of a better word however as his body was jerked ahead slightly he'd have planted his right foot ahead of himself so that he could steady his forwards momentum before retaliating...

...the Vornskr Mark 8 Shotgun had already slid off his shoulder, into the grip of his right hand, so as Garrus steadied himself on that right foot he'd have looked up, outstretched his right arm just a tad ahead and pulled the trigger. The Shotgun would belch out a wide spray of durasteel pellets designed to minimize the need to aim and create a massive spread capable of doing a maximum amount of damage. When he'd pulled the trigger Garrus had leveled the shotgun with Auswyn's stomach confidant in his attack...

...then, straightening himself, the Warrior stood tall, he could fire another shot at Auswyn and another after that but judging by their back and forth thus far he felt that one round would be able to down his unarmored opponent. By now Auswyn would have a good, clean, look at his face which was grizzled singling him out as a veteran of numerous campaigns however what would also stand out in this moment was how in the course of reliving such awful memories it was also drenched in sweat. The Warrior saw things in a different, damaged, light at that specific moment in time. Regardless the only question he had now was whether he'd have to fire off again or not before walking back over to reclaim his helmet...​

 

[Mard Szaks]

Objective: A - Destroy the generator
Location: Barely inside the energy fence
Allies: The Primeval | @[member=Anja Aj'Rou] @[member=Keira Ticon] @[member=Boo Chiyo] @[member=The Dark Man] @[member=Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou] @[member=Zambrano the Hutt]
Enemies: The Mandalorians | @[member=Olivia Dem'adas] @[member=Draco Vereen] @[member=Arrbi Betna] [member="Anyone Else"] at A
Gear: LL-Interchangeable Weapons System | Advanced Agent Tactical Armour | BTI-WB "Woebringer" Heavy Blaster Pistol | 4 EMP Grenades | Vibroblade

NPC Unit: Primeval Golden Banner 5th

Spoiler

Unit:Primeval Golden Banner 5th
Strength: 120 troops + 20 1 MIFV
Objective: The Siege of Fort Monroe
Location: Barely inside the energy fence
Controller: Mard Szaks

Running along the road, flanked by MIFVs, Mard hoped beyond hope that the rockets they fired would rob the enemy tanks of some vision. They were still taking fire, as evidenced by the craters springing up beside them, the constant rain of dirt, and the vehicles exploding all around. The sacrifices were painful, but necessary. Their assault had to get through, no matter the cost, in men or equipment.

As Mard dared to look up to the horizon, he noticed something - a few dark spots growing rapidly. Approaching. The sudden realisation jolted him from his calm demeanour: "BOMBERS! Run you bloody bastards! Run! Grab on to the Miffys! We need to get close to them so they won't dare bomb us!" As he said so, Mard scrambled onto the nearest MIFV, catching a hold of a few seams and grips in the outer layer of the vehicle, clinging on for dear life while it started speeding up to a point where most humanoids could no longer keep up.

Speeding along, they were still being shot at, and killed, by those damned tanks, but that was the least of Mard's worries. He saw the apparent bombers fly overhead, and fire their missiles. And his eyes widened in terror, as he knew: they would do the same to them. He would burn. He would die in flames, never to be recognised, with his bones pulverized too.

"Go... gogogogogoGO! GO! GO! GO!"

The napalm missiles exploded.

Everything around Mard was on fire. The Miffys behind him were covered in napalm, the ones in front... somehow, his was first. And the gate was within moments of being reached. If he got there, they would not bomb him again. He hoped. These weren't the crazy Mandalorian mercenaries he had fought at home, so they probably would not... Who knew though?

Why was his hand...? Oh. The MIFV was covered in flames in the back part. Of course. That would explain the burning sensation where his gloved hand was gripping the vehicle. It was too hot.

Then they were through. None of the others had made it. An utter failure. He was left with one MIFV, himself, and 3 unarmed drivers.

"Kark."

Spoiler: Units left

1 MIFV.
1 Soldier (himself)
3 Drivers inside

 

[Azrael]

Location: Wayland Jungles
Objective: Rumble in the Jungle
Enemies: [member="Azrael Asura"] | Primeval
Allies: Mando'ade
Mount: Bes'uliik
Gear:

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  E'tad Kal (on person)
  
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  BOAR.D. Railgun (on mount)
  
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  2x Ripper Mark II (on person)
  
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  M-25 River Gun (on mount)
  
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  5x Forcebreaker Gas Grenade (two on person, one on mount)
  
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  3x Sonic Detonators (two on mount, one on person)
  
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  2x Ysalamir in protective nutrient tubes (1 on mount, 1 on person)
  
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  Beskar'gam (on person)
  

Before there was enemies to confront, and wars to engage - the first of the Mandalorian culture had been hunters. Not by sport back then, but by necessity. Their habitation of Mandalore required them to equal the playing field and establish themselves as the dominating force on the planet. This meant they had to take out the largest and most aggressive creatures in the animal kingdom; the indominate Mythosaurs that wandered the plains and valleys of the planet. Massive creatures of whom only their hollow bones survived as evidence of their defeat. The Taung had become hunters, predators of the plains of Manda'yaim and in that had learned very valuable skills that they would endeavor with practical experience to teach their younger children. Centuries passed and that skill remained evident in collaborations between the various factions of the first Mandalorians. However, once they decided to turn their sights onto hunting sentient life; especially for coin, that's when the role of the Bounty Hunter met a new definition. The T-visors had stolen the show, and their prowess to be able to deliver was infamous in the Galaxy. You wanted someone found, brought back, or simply wiped out - the Mandalorians were your first and only stop. Some would have argued for the Bounty Hunter Guild, but it only took a single Mandalorian to infiltrate that mess, and dissolve it from the inside. The idea that any enemy would attempt to run from their predatory pedigree was just icing on the cake.

A glimmer of surprise registered on Azrael's hidden face between bursts of plasma firing from the River Gun. Despite the negation of Force affects on his person and mount thanks to the furry yellow lizard along for the ride - the voice of this creature rang in his mind; and what's more rang in Mando'a. It wasn't so much of a shock that the creature was able to communicate in the native tongue of the 'ade, but that he could do it telepathically without use of the Force that was a little unnerving. If he didn't need the Force, than what other abilities did this marauder possess? The salvager didn't attempt to contend with that thought as the scream of pain lanced his attention away and forced him to squint his eyes and bear the loud telepathic sonic emission from the mind of the wounded foe. Gritting his teeth in earnest, Azrael fired a few more pot shots out, now knowing that his shot had connected and done some damage to incur that kind of psychic feedback. He didn't have to wait long though for retaliation to come in full affect.

Thunder rumbled within the jungle proper as the heavy sounds of trees cracking in seconds, splintering from their respective stumps and dive bombing backwards began to overtake the natural audio. Warning lights flashed in Azrael's HUD like mad, while he attempted to pull back and out maneuver the falling lumber. That was certainly not the best choice given the war droid's flight path and rudder. Still, he had to make an effort, and it caused him to slam against the side of a falling tree, ducking other another before being bashed right back onto the path like a gigantic and oddly shaped smashball. The protective wings of the droid bent with the force of one of the hits, altering it's ability to do further steering, and he was forced to kill the forward momentum and re-engage another way. While the setback was marginal, the clearing of the trees was offering another advantage at the same time. Communications within his helmet identified the footpath and locked onto the coordinates, as a pair of shatter missiles were given the signature and launched. However, there was a time delay of about a good forty-five seconds between ignition times. Upon impact with a target, the missile itself would break apart into hundreds of pieces, inducing massive shrapnel damage along with the default explosion - and each were trained on the target while Azrael could regroup.

 

[Boethiah]

Location: Fort Monroe
Objective: A ; get to the generator -- wherever it is.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="The Dark Man"] | [member="Mard Szaks"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | @TheRestOfThePrimevalOnA
Enemies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Zathra Fett"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Gear: Armour | Amphistaff

(OOC: The NPC are just... Sleeping. No but seriously they're dead in case you're wondering.)

All hell broke loose as they charged forward along the road -- MIFVs guarded either flank and the Vanguard rushed well ahead to victory or defeat. Perhaps it was a bit ironic that the sun decided to beat down on them this day because it would be fire that they felt, and a lot of it. The Gulandi Warriors were being picked off one-by-one, small arms fire was of no major concern but the shells and high-velocity projectiles managed to drop one here, two there, and another four from an impact explosion. The seven deaths did not concern the Sephi of Gulamendis who felt more alive from the smell of burning carcasses.

Anja moved faster than most, she sat in the center of the group near the front protected by a thin line. She had no special markings and her Phrik armour did not seem intricate enough for any leader of anyone. That didn't mean no one was out to kill her, she was still their enemy and no less a target for snipers and anti-personnel weapons. The vibroblade in her right hand was held tightly at her side, tilted towards the ground at her back. A roaring sound came from the sky above, the engines of starfighters shook her eardrums. Ahead she saw soldiers trying to climb on top of the MIFVs as missiles rained down upon them, with a swift reaction she pushed ahead out of her defensive line and clung to the side of one of these vehicles; forced to leave her blade behind; the weapon was dropped and proceeded to be ran over by a following MIFV.

The Umbaran's eyes glanced up to the sky at the weapons being launched in their vicinity. One... Two... Three -- Eyes widened behind her helmet and even though the driver following close behind Mard's MIFV could not hear her she shouted. "Get-out-of-here!" The IFV drove as fast as it could but it was not enough, one of the detonations followed by another impact forced the vehicle to swerve and flip over tossing her through the gate as a fury of fire burned behind them. Another being was flung through the air as well, the Host Lord rolled along the ground tucking limbs and ducking her head.

Disoriented as she was, the woman rose slowly to her feet noticing the wounded Gulandi Bloodletter lying next to her. Its Amhpistaff was abandoned, the soldier's hand was removed during the impact. Anja looked down to the creature, it was one she had used before on Gulamendis but never took one for herself. A phrik-clad hand reached out for the serpent, wrapping around its scaly hide, the creature bound itself to its new master, with a flick of her wrist it coiled around her arm in its whip form.

Leaving behind the dying Gulandi she ran over to Mard hopping onto the side as the vehicle slowed down briefly, "Are you all that's left?" Her head turned, eyes scanning their surroundings. The structures would be enough to give them some kind of cover should things get rough but with their soldiers dead they would have to rely on their wits rather than tossing numbers at the enemy.

 

[Auswyn Nothrael]

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: The Primeval | No-one in particular...
Enemies: Mandalorians | [member="Garrus Garon"]
Gear: Two well-blooded daggers, one lightsaber.
Music: Take Me Out

The helmet wasn't what she was after, but rather what was underneath it; when the helmet was received into her grasp, she had every intention of dropping it without fanfare and rushing him, knowing well the work she could do with a single short blade. This wasn't to be, as it would appear she had missed one crucial detail - the shotgun. For the second time in so few minutes, she was riddled with small stuff; this time, she wouldn't be able to protect her insides from the spray. The pellets would bypass the layers of her jacket and shirt and cause blood to bloom from her gut, stunning her for a few moments as the fresh shipment of pain was distributed to her body and psyche, making her curl inward, the helmet taken tighter into her grasp, involuntarily.

She stumbled, first forward, then wavered backwards, before pitching forwards onto her knees where she had been some thirty seconds before. She curled over further, tears pricking at her eyes against her will as the voided black cleared leaving brown irises and red-streaked whites behind. Then, in finality, she crumpled at a diagonal, coming to rest in a fetal position on the ground, curled tightly around the helmet she had intended to do away with.

Her world, her only world now, was the management of her pain. Considerations of whether she continued to exist or not past this point did not, could not enter her mind against this, and the only thing to be heard from her was the murmur of a prayer to her gods, to Erebos, that passed her lips in delirium as she fought to remain conscious.

 

[Raiz]

Objective:​

Destroy the main shield generators.​

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Location:​

Nearby the cerkeldab class heavy outpost.​

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Allies:​

The Primeval​

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Enemies:​

Mandalorians​

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Gear:​

Here​

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Post:
One​

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Be it luck or fate, but by pure happenstance the location that the trio were dropped at was given a quick chance to enter through the shield as a glitch occured, allowing only split moments to enter and as they did, the shield immediately regenerated.

Once inside it was clear that the forest was severely damaged from the recent napalm strike, the feeling of the inferno fluttered against the groups body and only added onto the anxiousness that each may of been feeling.

Whilst traveling, debris of the forest have seemingly been detonating local mine strips and every so often the sound of an explosion followed by the onslaught of shrapnel would send their way towards the group, scratching up the androids metallic body and wedging themselves into the armour plating of both the Gen’Dai and Duro’s.

The giant was silent throughout the trek towards the mandalorian base, though so was the pair that he trotted along behind him. There were multiple times that he had to freeze in place, and in turn make sure that the others followed suit, due to a passing squadron going either way to or from the battlefield.

Once close enough, the Gen’Dai quickly evaluated the area and made a dash towards the base, with both [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and [member="Cadan Tazi"] following behind. As they came closer to the base itself, they would crouch and assess the moment.

He would wait a couple minutes, making sure the small group of three remained absolutely silent to allow them to perceive if they were noticed or not. With a grunt, a stream of wet air forces its way out of the giant’s helmet visor and from his stance, with both blasters in hands, it was clear that he was ready for what was to come next.

Looking towards the android, his boss, Alkah’Kahtel clears his throat carefully and speaks in a heavy set tone.

“This is pointless...”

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Objective: Destroy the main shield generators.
Location: Near the cerkeldab class heavy outpost.
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Mandalorians
Gear: Cybernetics and Gear
Post: One

It was bone unbound by the need of flesh, steely and cold, thick knots of metallic muscles at the shoulders and legs. Sharp geometric lines run deep and end in abrupt stops giving the cyborg a peculiar presence, the air that rose and fell from artificial lungs was a soft whirring sound ending in tails of vaporise clouds.


Flannigan would follow quickly behind Al as the field allowed a short time to enter and once inside would follow behind the Gen’Dai. Slowly they would trek as a group, allowing the heat of the inferno to flow over him and the shrapnel to ricochet off of his metal body, causing either light or deep cuts along the frame.

There was a swagger to his step, a movement of his arm and a wave of his multi-hued coat that rippled with the turns and slight alteration of the breeze, constructing impressive visuals and then de-constructed between the lapse of movement and wind. “Al, flatten anyone who gets in our way.” he said addressing the duo, there was a dab of one his pointed digit as if knocking the smoky debri from an invisible cigar, my how he relived his precious pleasures of the flesh only now a ghost and all but hollow, mockery.. “Cadan, have your explosives ready.” he paused snapping his fingers with a metallic ‘click’ trying to gain Cadans fleeting attention. “Knowing them they’ll have the place we want sealed, unseal it.”

“Personally I ain’t got anything against Mandies, but this time round kill everything with a jetpack..” a smile that touched his eye’s, the sharpness elevated by the fog of nostalgia. “I remember we ‘elped the Mandies deal with rebels, seems like an age ago don’t it. We couldn’t be bothered going into the forest so we lit it on fire, I ‘eard many a good mandy lost their life during the blase, damn rebels starting fires.”

[member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]​

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Objective: Destroy Shield Generators.
Location: Traveling To The Cerkeldab Class Heavy Outpost
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Mando's
Post Count: 1

The small group of three made their way into the shielded area, once they all were in the small hole closed up. A glitch perhaps. Cadan took a moment to think about how stupid this mission was.

Cadan was walking with a long stride keeping up with the Gen'Dai. The man was fast. Maybe Cadan should quick smoking? He shook the thought away as his Kowakian Monkey Lizard, Jasper, perched itself on his shoulder with a cigar in it's mouth. "Good boy." Cadan muttered to the creature.

As Cadan followed behind, the heat from the napalm and fires began to make him sweat from under his armor and clothing. Suddenly shrapnel began to fly pass and into the armor he wore. A sharp piece of shrapnel clipped Jasper across the face, cutting his cigar in half. The rage boiled up in the creatures eyes, but luckily Cadan helped to subsided the rage before he did something stupid.

Cadan wore his ever present brown trench coat. The coat was once a beautiful formal coat, but now the coat sported specs of blood, dirt and sand. It held numerous bullet holes, had a nasty burn running across it and now wore cuts from where the shrapnel had cut into it. Under his run down coat, he wore set of Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, the armor itself was kept in prime condition and had The Jackals emblem across the chestplate. Hiding under his trechcoat and holster high on his right thigh was a DL-18, the pistol had the words "Sunshine" written on the handle. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. Cadan held ready in his hands a Red Raven Gauss Rifle equipped with an Augmented Shooting Tool, the weapon was also strapped around Cadan;s shoulders with a leather strap. The pirate also carried 5 thermal detonators on the leather strap.

As they were walking, Cadan flicked back his helmet reviling the burns going up the right side of his face. Cadan took the a two new cigars from his pocket and place one in Jasper's mouth and the other in his.

Suddenly some clicking from Flannigan stopped this small moment of bliss. "Yeah Cap'n I got the charges." He said as he flicked the ash from the cigar, some small specs landing on one of the detonators.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Objective: Hold at all costs
Location: Fort Monroe - Central Complex - Hangars
Allies: [member="Azrael"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Zathra Fett"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="The Dark Man"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Mard Szaks"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Gear:

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  Myrkr Rifle (Standard and armor piercing ammunition)
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  Slugthrower Shotgun (Solid slug and Coin Shot ammunition)
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  Beskar-plated Chaavla Revolver (Standard, armor piercing, and Ori'shuk ammunition in speed loaders)
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  Vibroknives
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  Antique Beskar'gam

Unit: Mun'nynire
Strength: 100 marksmen + support personnel + 4 Shadlaar Cargo Haulers towing 4 Mobile Barricades
Objective: Hold at all costs
Location: Fort Monroe - Central Complex - Hangars
Controller: Arrbi Betna


Betna worked the bolt of his rifle sending yet another cylinder of hot brass clinking to the floor and loading another round into the chamber. He'd not yet confirmed a kill, but he was sure he'd grazed the Sith in the clearing if the sudden puckering of cloth at her side was any indication. As he zeroed in for another shot, a few things happened.

First, he heard the buzz of live rounds around him, the noise dulled somewhat by the sound systems in his armor. That his helmet had filtered out the worst of the noise wasn't unusual in a combat situation. Many said that war was hell. Soldiers often disagreed wholeheartedly that war was hell. To them, war was really, really loud hell. But up until now, his helmet systems had only been dampening the noise when the tanks had been firing and even then only those closest to him. That they dulled the noise of buzzing rounds told him that the weapons fired his way were of larger caliber. Beneath the dulled buzzing, he could hear the impacts of the rounds as they hit a variety of things from sandbags to duracrete to something metallic.

Second, he felt his leg go numb in a strange cascading effect from the front of his thigh to the back of his thigh. It happened quickly and without warning almost as soon as his mind registered the buzzing of bullets. He knew the feeling well enough to understand what it meant, though. He'd been hit, probably in his thigh as that was where the sensation, or lack thereof, had started. Mentally, he realized he had to inspect the injury, if there was one, or even if the limb was still there. As it was only one leg and due to the way he was sitting, he was fairly certain the limb was still there. He just wasn't sure of the condition.

Third, his aim was knocked awry. Something had hit his rifle and shoved the aim far off target. It couldn't have been a bullet, at least not a direct hit, for the rifle was still in his hands and still intact. It could be shrapnel from a missed round or perhaps the round hitting the sandbags stabilizing the weapon. He wasn't sure of either, but knew that between the possible injury and possible weapon damage, he needed to assess his situation. Once that was done, he needed to move.

Betna leaned back a bit to more fully obscure himself from enemy fire and checked his leg. He carefully probed around the outer thigh, looking for an entry wound. When that was fruitless, he probed the inner thigh for an exit wound on the off chance he missed the entry. Seeing he was lacking in the ventilation department, he started to assess just where he'd been hit and with what.

The top of his thigh was covered in sand from the sandbags beside him, the canvas obviously penetrated and shredded from the incoming round. Betna brushed the material off his thigh-plate and spotted just what had happened. The round had punched through the heavy layers of sandbags and struck the armor on his leg, leaving gouge of unpainted metal and sending the shock of impact through his leg. It looked as if nothing was broken, the sandbags having bled the edge of the force of impact off and the angle of the thigh plate deflecting the round itself. However, he knew from previous experience that even without a broken bone, the injury would be fairly painful once feeling returned. He'd also be limping easily for a good long while as muscles swelled, inflammation set in, and tendons refused to work properly from the trauma.

With his leg assessed, he moved on to his rifle. To his relief, the weapon still functioned and the scope seemed untouched meaning the weapon was still operational and effective. As he checked it over, he discovered what had hit the rifle as the object was still wedged deep in the wood.

One of the three rounds had ricocheted off the duracrete before the sandbags. From the presence of more sand across the top of the emplacement, the presence of a few punctured and shredded bags, and the slug embedded in the wood of his weapon, the ricochet had hit the ground, bounced up and through a few sandbags, and then stopped in his rifle.

Happy that he wasn't missing a limb or having to repair yet another weapon, Betna shoved himself to his feet and tested his numb leg. It bore his weight for the most part and didn't seem like it was going to give out on him, so he started hobbling his way to a new firing position. He brushed off the offers of medical attention, citing his armor had stopped the round, and settled into a new spot. He set out a few clips of ammunition as he had before and got comfortable. As he scoped in on the field to search for the Sith he'd shot before, yet another thing happened.

The world before him erupted in fire and flame.

The brightness was enough that his helmet automatically tinted his visor to protect his eyes from the glare. As the glare died and the tint faded, he saw what had happened. An airstrike had napalmed the woodline at the edge of the base, wiping out enemy troops and accidentally hitting the edge of the base perimeter in the process. He could spot the burning vehicles the primeval had been using in the field before him, most immobile while some shifted here and there. Some from exploding munitions or power cells, others from the last actions of their drivers locking the controls in place until the APCs gave out and ceased functioning.

With that air strike, Betna realized two things. First, he saw first hand the result of the weapons he had frequently used on the enemies he'd fought in the past. He saw the flames devour all in their path and bring the most terrifying death to those caught in its fury. He realized that the weapons used were a gray middle ground between acceptable and atrocity, a method of tormenting death delivered to the field. It was almost as much a terror weapon and war crime as it was a weapon. But it was also highly effective and had stopped the enemy assault dead in its tracks.

Second, he realized that his position, while formidable, was no longer truly needed currently. Not that he and his men would not be needed in the near future or even in a few minutes, but that until a new assault began, they had nothing to do but pick off stragglers in the woodline at the edges of the flames or to put poor souls caught in the flames out of their misery.

With that realization, Betna set his rifle down and took a breather for a moment. The battle wasn't over, but it sure as hell had stopped for the moment. He could afford a moment to himself as troops regrouped and resupplied.