The Mandalorian Crusade | MC vs GR Invasion of Kashyyyk

Progflaw99 · Sep 1, 2016

Location: Western Outskirts, Royal City of Kashyyyk
Objective: Defend Against the Onslaught of the Mandalorian Clans
Allies: Galactic Repubic
Enemies: [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [] [member="Ava Lok"] [] Mandalorian Clans
Post: (6)
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The anger had already consumed him, his muscles powered by fury and rage long suppressed. While the Force was nowhere to be found, the Zabrak's physical prowess could not be overlooked. He was strong, fast, agile... but young. He had yet to learn the temperance of the Mandalorian warrior. The legends of the Mandalorian people as warriors and bounty hunters were well known across the galaxies and star systems. Most would say the reputation was well earned. Unfortunately for Bryn'jarr, he was discovering this firsthand. The blade had bitten deep, but the Mandalorian seemed unphased, for the moment. The beskad had grown heavy in the short amount of time the padawan had wielded it, his inability to call upon the force to increase his endurance and augment his abilities was certainly a handicap. As the blade bit through the armor, it was redirected forcefully, preventing it from doing any further damage.

Under normal conditions the Zabrak would likely have seen the armored fist rushing up at him but he had lowered his shoulder and his eyes had glazed over in a blind rage... a rage that ultimately would be his undoing. As his body rushed forward towards the form of his opponent he felt the armored gauntlet wrap around his throat. Frantically he kicked out with his foot as his momentum came to a stop, trying to hit the man's knee, foot, leg, anything to get him off balance. The beskad itself slipped from his grip, dropping to the forest floor as he came to a forceful stop. Already he felt light headed from the crushing weight of his opponents grip on his windpipe, the muscles in his neck straining. He still had air in his lungs but the pressure was excruciating. Again he thrashed out with his feet, trying to connect with anything that would force the Mandalorian to lose his balance or relinquish his firm grip... it was a last ditch measure.

CCRAAACK

His vision exploded into thousands of shiny stars, a volcanic eruption of blood shooting from the Zabrak's forcefully shattered nose, the Mandalorian's helmet now slick with blood. Bryn'jarr reached up, his hands clawing at the fingers grasping his throat, dark clouds filling the edge of his vision. He was losing touch, his mind frantically trying and failing to call on the Force... there was no hope for that now.

CCRAAACKKKK

Again the Buy'ce, his opponents helmet, came crashing down into his skull, shattering the bone and piercing the flesh below his left eye. A scream of pain filled the air as what remaining air in the Zabrak's lungs were forcefully expelled. Again he thrashed, hands clawing at the vice-grip around his throat, bruising clearly evident. As the Mandalorian continued to squeeze Bryn's eyes began to bulge... for a moment he was teleported far away, back to Iridonia, the factory where he'd worked as a young man. The sound of the machinery hammering away, conveyor belts whirring....

CCRAAACKKKKSHHLCH

Blood. Flesh. Bone. This time the beskar hit the right side of his head, the bloody mess that had been his face now spreading further over the Mandalorian's Beskar helmet. Blood absolutely covered the T-Visor.. it would be a miracle if it was even able to be seen out of. Like a tired fish the Zabrak squirmed, thrashed, clawed. His body increasingly weak, the fight leaving him. Blood soaked his clothing and the forest floor beneath his suspended body and still, the grip around his throat tightened further, beginning to tear through flesh and muscle. His mind was barely there... trees... he saw the trees. Bryn'jarr liked trees... Iridonia was so industrial he hadn't even seen a true forest until his training at the Jedi Temple.

His body hung suspended by the grip of the Mandalorian warrior, his consciousness barely clinging to reality.

Funky Balor · Sep 1, 2016

Location: The West Beach, on the ground, slowly swinging, while my own beach slowly burns......
Objective: Beach Assault, bending steel, into ballads.....while my Tratur slowly sings......
Friends: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Kano Oda"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]
Targets: [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Myles Savar"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Gear:

Dented Eukar'gam with funny boots
Grappling rope
Heavy Ripper
Jairi Edee (6 in a quiver on his back, two embedded in the gun nest)
Jaian Bes'tratur
You killed the Turkey, you monster!

[youtube]https://youtu.be/cdkBs0VCSX0[/youtube]

This wild goran, he charge into the fray
His voice a roaring beast, his song a bird of prey,
But his grand steed couldn't dodge tank fire,
Despite his glorious warrior's desire.
He flew up, carried by inertia
As the shot burst through the bird,
He pole vaulted to the tune set by Turisa
Landing quite absurd

Hail Funky Balor,
The dancer stands for Mandalor!
His voice will through all our mead halls!
Hail Funky Balor,
The dancer stands for Mandalor!
You know his might when you hear shriek-hawks call!

As he flew two spears, fell out of his bag
As swing into concrete as a matter of fact
Embedded like nails, made of Euk'gar and rage
The though flew through the mind of the sage.
As as he rose, standing beneath the gun nest,
He would swing his spear,
For as a man, who live in halls of hewn stone,
He knew what cracks would bear.

Hail Funky Balor,
The dancer stands for Mandalor!
Cracking gun-nests with his mighty arms!
Hail Funky Balor,
The dancer stands for Mandalor!
His might in battle one of many charms!

"And as his swinging and hunger for conquest drove in,
The need to do something this outrageous
Became louder and louder"

"He's a maniac!" The wookies would then scream,
Chopping the gun-nest as if it were a tree!
Driving the stakes, and cracking structure heat,
Could the fool fire in time to save their safe retreat?
But as the troops retried to gain their footing,
Much to their shame,
The so-called zombies began a round of whooping
Louder than their gains!

Hail Funky Balor,
The dancer stands for Mandalor!
His voice will ring through all our mead halls!
Hail Funky Balor,
The dancer stands for Mandalor!
You know his might when you hear shriek-hawks' call!

Hail Funky Balor,
The dancer stands for Mandalor!
His voice will through all our mead halls!
Hail Funky Balor,
The dancer stands for Mandalor!
You know his might when you hear shriek-hawks call!

Jessica Med-Beq · Sep 1, 2016

Location: West Beach
Objective: Defend the West Beach at all costs
Allies: GR [member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Myles Savar"] [member="Alena Reckar"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Kista Fel"] [member="Jack Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Anaki Sann"]
Equipment: 2 grenades, bowcaster (primary), SI-74 anti-tank rifle (secondary), dented WESTAR Skirmisher armor

I killed the turkey, Jessica thought, upon seeing the splatter from the turkey fall near [member="Funky Balor"] all the way to [member="Rekali the Hutt"]. While the so-called Wookiee zombies were getting locked in a stalemate with the Mandalorian vode, Jessica realized in horror that the glop didn't provide that much material to burn. While it did burn, however, it left dents into her armor, which may well be some armor a real Republican sniper could wear. And she had four shots left in her SI-74 but for all the time spent in flaming glop, the weapon's natural heat already made any glop on it melt, while the residue heat from the flow of molten glop just made the weapon as hot as it is once fired. Which means she had eight seconds to wait until she could fire again, perhaps a little more, since the duralumin of the flared cooling fins melted. Knowing that, she threw a grenade in Funky's direction, hoping that Funky would take more damage from the grenade's detonation.

"Come on, zombies, make them eat bowcasters!"

"Vowaarrrrrk!" a Wookiee so-called zombie screamed.

The entire deal with the molten glop incapacitated her for roughly thirty seconds, but she got lucky that the other Mandalorians focused more on the zombies going down the bluff than on the nest itself. Because there was little glory for the enemy in fighting an enemy who has been neutralized and left to suffer paralyzing injuries. Once the grenade has been thrown, she was ready to fire her SI-74 in Funky's direction, knowing that, even if she did manage to miss him (without his turkey), it will still hit some unsuspecting Mando. But the dents left by the molten glop left her breastplate almost only as a silicar garment, meaning that the burns she took were at the joints and that the silicar minimized the extent of the burns, even if she got some on the joints nonetheless. But will she even have eight more seconds to fire at the Mandos up the trench that were aiming for the outer city?

Ordo · Sep 2, 2016

Location: Beach
Objective: Wreck all the things
Enemies: Npc Jedi Master ZX37135.2
Allies: Dralshy'a...kidding...mostly.

Sand, water and rock spouted into the air as the besuliik crashed into the ground. The great metal beast reared back and fired its shock-rod cannon at the nearest republic vehicle. Flames burst from the light tank as the cannon's shot bust through its hull and left nought but a scortched mass smoldering on the ground. Ordo took his hands off the controls leaving the beast free to roam. He took his heavy ripper from it's craddle and began opening fire on the republic battlements.

His teeth bared behind his visor as he roared death from his ripper and soldiers fell where they stood. Jedi lightsabers ignited as he tore swaths of ground beneath the besuliik's beskar claws. A Jedi leapt from the ground toward him, his green saber cutting the air infront of him. Ordo had fought Sith, Jedi, and pretenders galore...the would-be hero was dead before he hit the ground. Ordo's beskad dripped dark red onto the Besuliik's hull as the next Jedi stepped forth and soldiers began to concentrate fire on the Mandalorian war machine.

"COME! COME SHED YOUR LIFE'S BLOOD ON MY BLADE. COME AND JOIN YOUR MURDERED VICTIMS!" he cried over the hail of fire. He was a son of war and he'd come home.

Ra Vizsla · Sep 2, 2016

K A S H Y Y Y K

"Come, girl."

He was addressing Arisa Yune.

"You will not escape this challenge you've made by hiding and stalling

I will find you."

Ra continued moving back up towards the Trench Lines and the direction she had last been thought to be.

Arla Ordo · Sep 2, 2016

Location: In the Royal City
Objective: Twilight Raid
Enemies:
Allies: [member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Buruk Surhaai"]

Arla nodded as she listened at first ready to head in to get the trapped men out, but it seemed they had their own ideas on how to get out. And it was something that would help to destroy the beacon of Republic democracy on Kashyyk.

She moved back to watch the fires as it was rekindled, she wished for a moment she had some marshmellows, and shatual dogs as it might be nice to have a snack before taking up her next position.

But this was not yet a picnic nodding to those around her she headed towards one of the unburning trees, and began the climbbut paused, she needed to find a perch high enough to look out and pick off any Republicans headed their way. Course she'd be fair with them, as fair as Hadrix had been with those in the airlock. Or maybe she'd be better than that...maybe....

There was a roar on the comms she laughed to herself as she moved her buir [member="Ordo"] was on the beach and the Clan Ordo loyalists saw him they began to rally a breath of fresh air breathed into them at seeing him once more.

It was a good day afterall. She could hear Buruk over the coms he was safe. She had to smile about that, he had promised to go hunting with her and to help her out with a few other things along the way.

Over her private comms she asked him "Buruk, I'm going up high, you want to come along?"

Rianna Organa · Sep 2, 2016

Location: Landing near where [member="Draco Vereen"] fell
Objective: See to the wounded / Determine if Draco is alive or dead
enemies
allies

Rianna looked upon the field of battle it had been a long time since she had put herself here. It had been along time as they had determined long ago that the choice to be involved or not had to be where they were both of the same mind. They were.

Rianna stepped off the MedEvac Transport Ordo, grabbing her bag she headed toward where Draco had fallen, there were guards standing about some kneeling some just protecting Draco. She moved past them to see Draco there.

She stared for a few moments waiting to see if he took a breath would his chest rise and fall, when it did she kneeled, "Draco, its..." she smiled, "Tia Rianna, you hear me?"

She closed her eyes, it was the aura of the force around him that seemed so drained, as if every ounce of what force he commanded had been drawn off. She had seen something like this before. He was not dead, he was...hmmmm to talk to him might require a process which could not be performed her.

She looked to those around her, "WE need to get him to the frigate, the kind of help he needs cannot be given here" Rianna motioned for them to take Draco and put him into the transport.

She could not help but look towards the beach she knew he was there her private communications she spoke to her riduur, [member="Ordo"] Show them what it costs to kill the innocent cyar'ika

He had his duty, she had hers. Celebrations and bawdy songs were for later.

Alena Reckar · Sep 2, 2016

CSAF / GALACTIC REPUBLIC

Kachirho Beach (West Bank; Contested Territory)

Objective: Regroup CSAF and Republic forces on the West Bank
Characters: Alena Reckar, Lord Commander of the Civilian Security Assistance Force
Enemies: Mandalorian Clans
Targets: [member=Ra Vizsla], [member=Draco Vereen], [member=Funky Balor], [member=Rekali the Hutt], [member=Aver Brand], [member=Caspian Rekali], [member=Isley Verd], [member=Kano Oda]

Smoke clouded the vision of her red eyes, dirt caked the blue skin of her face. A sharp ringing sounded in her ears, dragging on and on and on without end. She saw her hand in front of her, reaching out, grasping...something, and taking hold. The hand pulled her to her knees from the dirt-sodden crater in which she lay. The hand disappeared from sight, replaced by another...shielded her eyes as flame led shrapnel and smoke. It consumed her, faded. Soldiers, rushing through the fog of war; one stopped and hoisted her to shaky feet.

Someone thrust a rifle into her hand.

She saw a face, bearded, concerned, angry.

The man shouted; Alena heard only the ringing, always the ringing.

On your feet Commando! We. Are. Leaving!!!

"Are you religious, Commander Reckar?"

Alena shakes her head as the question seems to catch her by surprise. The majority of Republic society was secular, non-religious, and so it was not a question one often encountered, particularly during such a public conversation. Beside the Cerean journalist the holocam continued streaming its live feed, whirring quietly as if humming to itself. Around her, RHN staff stood or sat by quietly, awaiting her next answer. For a moment, Alena struggled to make sense of it, then realized what Marc Stepana had meant. She regarded the Cerean with a subtle shake of her head. "My father was an alcoholic, and a miserable man. My mother abandoned us when I was young."
The Cerean journalist tilted his elongated head. "What does that have to do with your secularism?"
Alena frowned, "Religious values are passed down through socialisation. They are learned beliefs. My parents behaved in such a way that never gave me any reason to believe in anything, including myself."
At this, Alena caught the sound of a few tutters and sympathetic sighs. Looking off-camera for a moment, she shook her head as if to correct herself. "I eventually learned, through my experience with the Selectivist Rebellion that the benefits of faith -- community, wholeness, acceptance, inner strength and motivation, -- could be found almost anywhere else in life."
Marc nodded approvingly. "Is that what you find with CSAF? This sense of community, of wholeness?"
Alena smiled slightly. "I do. My mother did not leave until after the values of our culture, that of Mandalore, had already been imprinted on my mind, on my behavior. The tenets of the Resol'nare were instilled in me at a young age, though the general values I was raised to believe in have evolved over time."
This time the Cerean frowned, "How so?" He asked.
"The Mandalorian people have continuously evolved throughout the ages, though certain core beliefs have endured in the warrior culture. I was able to espouse these strengths with the values of Republic civilisation, which is where the majority of my upbringing took place. I eventually realised that war is not a means to glory, nor should it be pursued for that purpose. That is why I did not answer the call of the Mand'alor when the war against the Republic began at Roche. Diplomacy was never ardently attempted, and thus I could not condone my people's decision to embark on a crusade."
Marc nodded along; the holocam focused briefly on Alena's visage. She endeavored not to yield too much in her expressions. The Cerean cleared his throat and began his next line of questioning. "Is that why you sought to ally CSAF with the Republic?"
Alena shook her head. It was a logical assumption to make she understood, but Alena wanted to dispel the notion. "No, actually. There are only a few altruistic societies in existence in the Galaxy at this point in history, and the Republic is one I was most familiar with. Say what you will about corruption and the like, the Republic remains a body that seeks to improve the lives of its member worlds and supports the notion that the civilian population are in control of their government through the democratic process."
"And you don't see the Clans in the same light?" The Cerean asked, edging toward riskier territory. Alena considered a diplomatic response, but opted for honesty, as was CSAF's example.
"Mandalorian culture is composed of an honor system, wherein honor is gained through respect, which is earned through strength and the ability to protect and provide. This serves the Mando'ade very well. Internally, they are a peaceful society, and the Clans themselves are rarely at brutal odds with one another. However, in interactions with aruetiise, or outsiders, this causes great conflict, as they prefer to seek resolution through strength as opposed to diplomacy and dialogue. An amicable solution to a problem between peoples is one in which Mandalorians are able to subjugate others to their will."
Marc arched an eyebrow. "So they're war-mongers?" He asked pointedly. Alena narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "A war-monger is someone who actively advocates for violence against others, often for personal material or political gain. The Clans of our time perceive the Republic as riddled with legitimate problems, and they seek resolution to those issues through warfare, as is their tradition." Alena pursed her lips and continued after a moment. "The Clans have many legitimate complaints. The coup by former Prime Minister Lasedri caused a great disruption in Mandalorian commerce and production within Republic borders. The response at Roche, while an overreaction in the eyes of the Republic, was a logical solution for the Clans. Their goal was to exert a great show of strength in order to force the Republic to reaffirm the sovereignty of their corporate and labor-related industries operating within Republic space. The Republic responded swiftly as if it were an act of war; yet another legitimate perception. The unintended affects on Mandalorian civilians by Roche's administrators was yet another legitimate response in their own eyes. These events built on one another in a negative way, but at no point did both sides come to the negotiating table wanting to negotiate."
The Cerean frowned and raised a finger to interrupt. "There were negotiations, were their not? After the events at Roche? During, actually, if I'm not mistaken? And did the Mandalorians not immediately break their promises made during those negotiations?"
Alena shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but outwardly remained cool. "That is the perception of many within the Republic, yes. However, when viewed objectively, one can see that the time for negotiation had merely passed for the Clans. Their attempt to dialogue with the Republic began with the Roche incident itself. After Kol'k Oto vented the hangars on Nickel One, no negotiations were further possible. What I said was that at no point did both parties come wanting to negotiate. However threatening the Mandalorian forces were at Roche, it was the Republic that fired first, rather than attempting to open a dialogue. The fault there lies with former Supreme Commander [member=Ali Hadrix], who perceived the Clans' presence as an invasion force, and only an invasion force, when the reality is their move was mainly a show of strength. After the battle began, the Republic wanted to open negotiations, but for the Clans, the opportunity was ended."
Marc nodded, "So you blame the Republic for the current crusade." It was a statement, not a question, and one that Alena did not appreciate in the slightest. "Neither party is absolved from blame, as both have been more than willing to engage in war as opposed to discussion. The Republic and the Clans are both, equally, at fault for this. Though responsibility for these events rests most heavily on the traitor, Genevieve Lasedri, who initiated the coup and seized Mandalorian assets, and [member=Keira Ticon], who willingly led the clone armies that gave the former Prime Minister the leverage she needed. The Clans blame the Republic for Lasedri's actions, though I am aware Ticon now fights for them. Both women should be held accountable for their actions and delivered the swiftest of punishment, not just Lasedri. And the citizenry of the Republic should not suffer for the incursions of two of their ranking leaders. In this, the Clans approach is wrong, though the Republic is at fault for failing to handle these events appropriately, and to the satisfaction of those Mandalorians they slighted."
The Cerean nodded understandingly. "So what do we do now?"

"So what do we do now, Commander!?"

The ringing stopped, and the din of the battle returned to her in full force. [member=Draco Vereen]'s sacrificial death had turned him into a martyr, and Kochirho's shores into a wasted No-Man's-Land. The explosion that had erupted from within the Republic's remaining beachlines had rent the force apart, vaporizing Republic and Mandalorian soldiers within their armor, where they stood. The bluffs had rested along the edges of the explosion's reach, but its power had vaporized the rock face itself, causing the terrain to fall away and crumble to the shore. Giant wroshyr trees lining the edge of the shore had been shaken down, crashing thunderously as they toppled sideward and fell toward the earth. A great portion of Alena's line of MAT-TE's had lost their footing and been brought down with the crumbling rock beneath their armored feet.
Alena cleared her mind as best she could, looking around. The sheer destruction that had been loosed was devastating. Alena could hardly comprehend the immense power that had been released upon [member=Draco Vereen]'s death. Armored legs and turrets jutted up toward the sky as overturned walkers had been crushed by falling stone. The stabilizers and bubbled cockpits of A-10 LAAT gunships stuck up from the waters of the great lake, which frothed and roiled around them. Wind howled as vaporized sand was whipped into great swirls by the rushing wind in the aftermath of the detonation. Rising into the sky from the earth was a great, red mushroom cloud, and caustic radiation winds swept across the landscape. Debris was scattered all over the shoreline, and the waters themselves steamed and boiled where the explosion had reached them. Mandalorian vehicles lay in ruins, and the carcasses of the great shield walkers formed monoliths that looked as if they were the rusted wreckage of an ancient battle. CSAF Commandos littered the rubble, attempting valiantly to reorganize. Individuals formed pairs, and pairs formed teams, which in turn formed squads. Within minutes a scattered defense line was formed from their remaining forces.

Alena looked to the face of the Commando speaking to her. It was Guri Pasha, who had returned from the inner forests only moments before the explosion. "They're already organizing!" Alena replied, having to shout over the sound of the rushing wind. Her comms were out, the electronics of her helmet disabled by the overpowering electromagnetic radiation that permeated the region. "Get the remaining MAT-TE's oriented within a single unit, we're pushing for the city! Signal the retreat!" Alena shouted bitterly. While the Mandalorian army invading the shore had been utterly routed, so had the Republic's own forces. [member=Elaine Thul]'s artillery batteries lay in ruins, and the Republic's remaining emplacements had been wiped out. Whatever forces remained had to be utilized to defend the city itself, and hopefully rout Mandalorian forces that had penetrated its defenses. The Rodian woman nodded, her dark eyes narrowing as she considered Alena's orders. "I'll have them press into the forests in three separate units. If they have another one of those bombs, we don't want our vehicles grouped together too tightly."
Alena agreed, "Good idea, now get moving!"

Laira Darkhold · Sep 2, 2016

Location: Outer City
Allies: [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]
Enemies: @GR

Death Field, especially to the size Draco had performed, was an exhausting ability. The Mandalorian had lain, cloaked amidst the bodies of the Republic troopers for some time, his body aching and sore. Force Overload was a painful experience on a body, and generally left them on the verge of collapse.

Draco took the time he had afforded himself laying among the empty husks of Republic Forces just inside the city. As most people new, the inside of the city itself was little more than a clearing between the six wroshyr trees, and thus while the city itself had been safe from him, the defenses the Republic had mustered, were not so.

Draco groaned and sat up when Rianna got to him, "Hey Auntie." He said, his voice raspy, He needed to be healed, to be sat down, and he felt as though he would sleep for a week after the battle was over. With the assistance of the other medics he made it to his feet while the Mandalorian Forces continued to advance, as they had been since they first hit the beach earlier in the morning.

Grak, the Gorax of Mandalore had seen the explosion of the Dark Side and suffering, but he had not felt it. Sklor, the beast shaman had. "Alright buddy, kill those things." He called into the Gorax's ear, pointing the big walking beast in a new direction, having the thirty meter tall beskar armored creature smash his way through the back lines more and more. So far, no one had bothered with him and Grak was more than happy to continue sweeping his mace through infantry and armor alike while Sklor continued dumping blasterfire through his rotary blastercannon at infantry that tried to hide from Grak's notice.

In the wroshyr tree, the War Kindreds continued to stun wookiees that they found using stun grenades, stun settings, force pikes, and contact stunners, while pooring ripper and slugthrower fire into the Republic lines as they climbed ever higher through the tree. The Jarl left notes with the civilians they incapacitated <Stay inside until the Battle is won. Mandalorians aren't the ones who want to sacrifice you.> as they pulled them back into the obviously civilian structures of Kachirho City.

Jessica Med-Beq · Sep 2, 2016

Location: West Beach
Objective: Defend the West Beach at all costs
Allies: GR [member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Myles Savar"] [member="Alena Reckar"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Kista Fel"] [member="Jack Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Anaki Sann"]
Equipment: 2 grenades, bowcaster (primary), SI-74 anti-tank rifle (secondary), dented WESTAR Skirmisher armor

Arisa Yune is but a zombie by now, she thought, upon seeing the Mand'alor looking for [member="Arisa Yune"] across the beach. He didn't think that the Republican sniper, only having three shots left, would be falling across a nest filled with Wookiee zombies. But she was still at a pretty long range from the Mand'alor, hoping to buy Arisa time by shooting at him in hopes of killing the ysalamir in the process. But she had a choice of targets in all directions, regardless of whether or not she was a zombie posing as a Republican sniper or a Wookiee, but she was considered a zombie for the time being. She could basically aim anywhere she wants and still hit something, even though what she may manage to hit may not be what she thinks it is, nor what she aimed at in the first place. Because of the long recharge time of the SI-74, she can voice a rant on the built-in megaphone, similar to the one the Mand'alor uses, and then fire:

"A-ha! As I said previously, there is no space wizard that you must kill to prevent Wookiee zombies from fighting you, or from spawning! Don't go around thinking that you, Mand'alor of all people, will make the zombie onslaught stop by killing Arisa!" she screamed at [member="Ra Vizsla"]'s direction before firing her 13rd SI-74 shot.

"Vowarrrrrrrk!" a Wookiee zombie ordered his brethren, translated roughly as "fire".

A bolt of yellow, high-energy particles rated for anti-tank operation was fired in the Mand'alor's direction. Was she to hold in terror more than one member of the Alor'e Council? She was proving to be one of the best in the galaxy with that particular high-recoil weapon. But the Wookiee zombies mostly wielded bowcasters, which were also high-recoil; many non-Wookiees would be unable to use a bowcaster properly unless it was of the low-recoil variety, built from reconditioned weapons like standard-issue slugthrowers or blasters. As she saw her enemies close in around her, and the Mandalorians fiercely fighting the Wookiee zombies, she counted the seconds before she could fire again. The Mand'alor wouldn't imagine that zombies could prove to be more than a minor annoyance, nor he would imagine Jessica to be able to do more than that. She had to fire anyway. Plus time was of the essence - she needed not to be reminded of how dangerous were Mandos, let alone how tightly packed they were. There were heavy casualties on either side. The Wookiee zombies (she called them zombies even though they actually weren't zombies) pelted what Mandos they could with bowcaster fire.

"And neither will killing me force the zombies to disengage!" she added while she counts the seconds before she could fire again.

Arage Bao · Sep 2, 2016

Location: The Western Forests, Outskirts.
Objective: Twilight Raid
Allies: [member="Ava Lok"]
Enemies: [member="Bryn'jarr Astaris"]

__________

Blood obscured his vision -- the HUD trying to triangulate a vision, but the scanners growing more erratic through the gore. But he didn't need to see, because he felt and that was all he needed in this vital moment. It was an intimate situation, his hand clad in a crushgaunt and gripped around the jetti's neck. The life slowly draining out of him, legs kicking and voice screaming out in futile anger. Vizsla could understand that anger, that fury, the rage against this situation he had found himself in.

"I told you." The modulated voice would wash through the crimson fog.

"The field of battle holds no honor."

It was a robotic voice, bereft of any emotions, cold and clinical in its punctuation.

"There is only pain, lives cut off, mud and ...

The crushgaunt suddenly clamped down hard, tearing and cutting straight through skin, tendons and muscles.

Blood and Iron."

Around him the other Mandalorians -- Vizsla the vast majority of them -- roared the words with him. The stealth mission had long since erupted into madness, the royal city at the outskirts lighting up as explosions rocked the Republic Embassy. This duel had taken too long, he should have killed the boy immediately.

The body crumbled as his fist relaxed and let it fly free, ruined and broken.

Vizsla brushed the blood off his visor and was rewarded with the scene he only just noticed. Wookiee warriors on their knees, rifles at the ready and aimed at them, one of their leaders - maybe the leader - staring with dead eyes at the jetti.

"You have a chance." His voice cut through the silence left in the wake of the rousing roar of approval at his victory. "One. The jetti and the Republic were weak, broken as the merest apply of pressure. You relied on them for protection... they kept you down for their own goals."

He walked forward, stepping over the still twitching corpse.

"Stand with me now and yours and you will be adopted into Clan Vizsla. Family, your voices heard, yours protected-" Ronan looked back over his shoulder to the corpse growing cold in the grass. "Your enemies... my enemies, destroyed."

"Choose. Now." or die on your knees.

Rekali the Hutt · Sep 3, 2016

Location: Charge Slowly? I guess.
Allies: [member="Caspian Rekali"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Varien Moxla"] | [member="Funky Balor"] | [member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Aver Brand"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Myles Savar"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Captain August "][member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Alena Reckar"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Equipment: Lightaxe, Custom-Fitted Rekali'gam, Totem of the Unfamiliar

The two mandalorians were beginning to run out of Jet-pack Fuel, so they decided to settle for their victories and head back. They landed near those who were giving them suppression fire, and those who were previously giving suppression fire activated their own jetpacks, the two groups essentially trading shifts. Like their predecessors they would throw glop grenades at Jessica's position as well. Like the rest of the Mandalorians they were not naive enough to mistake people hiding in dead bodies wearing republic uniforms as zombies, nor were they under the impression that killing Jessica would stop the apparently staggering amount of soldier's who'd been stepped and slithered on from appearing. They were however, fairly annoyed with the woman's megaphone and snipers were a high priority targets anyways. Rather than set the glop aflame however they'd simply head to it and start setting up some high-yield charges around the glop. These mandalorians weren't the keenest on the block, so rather than setting the detonation time to say, a minute before the Glop would normally dissolve, they left about fifteen seconds after the glop would dissolve, giving Jessica and her company a chance to escape, if only they left their sniper's nest.

Granted, that was assuming the glop grenades weren't countered somehow and the setting of the charges wasn't interfered with. None of those events were guaranteed to occur flawlessly, this was war after all. Things happen.

Meanwhile on the ground Rekali the Hutt was being patched up, and thus headed to the Ori'edee walker. He wasn't a particularly quick individual, so he probably couldn't get in front of the walker's shield, but he help repel infantry assault on the walker. The rest of his task force would be ordered to join Funky's lead, as Rekali couldn't command them anymore due to sheer positioning.

Ginnie Dib · Sep 3, 2016

Location: Royal City
Objective: Stop the Wookies from Burning. Burn the Zombies.
Allies: [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Kronos Oda"] [member="Isley Verd"] Wembley the Tuk'ata
Enemies: Republic & Fire
Gear: Beskar'gam, Yoash Lightsaber, Blaster Carbine & grenades
OOC: House-guests gone! Back to posting, sorry for the delay. #LifeHappens #DealingWithIt

The Embassy fire billowed and raged in a yellow and white hot column roiling twenty meters above the Embassy itself. Wind currents swung the flames across the Wroshyr tree canopy and a single Mando'ad stood at the base of it, hands outstretched. Clinging to control of the flame, [member="Ordo"]'s Gin'ika bared her teeth, re-planted her feet and grunted.

That previous winter on Keldabe had frozen into her skin. The Beskar'gam she wore perpetually in her childhood rested in piles on the ground of her father's forge. Dressed in simple forge leathers, the young teen panicked. She yelped and curled into a ball on the dirt as a fire spur singed at her shoulder and hair. Boots clunked on the ground. The air grew cool around her. A hard, calloused hand rested on her shoulder. 'I got scared. I couldn't do it! The fire wouldn't do what I said, Buir.' She'd responded in her panic, wide brown eyes flickering up at her beloved Buir. He'd smirked down at her, pulled her to her feet and kept her firmly at his side. Ginnie hugged her arms around his chest as they approached the forge fire. 'It won't obey!' 'Fire's alive, Gin'ika. It breathes and lives like you do. The trick is to give it a tether, and decide on how much lead there is in the line. Obedience isn't always loyalty. Let it breathe like you do.' A tether for fire, a tether for a little girl, a tether for the Mando'ade.

The Mando'ade tether was the Mand'alor [member="Ra Vizsla"], who fought traitors, misguided little Jedi girls and Republic soldiers who didn't know when death was the end. As fire was destructive, so were her brethren, deep and burning and alive. Raw and exposed, the Embassy fire shuttered upward for an unconstrained passage in the higher atmosphere.

Her vod wanted unconstrained passage to tor. Justice. @Ali Hendrix had commanded the unthinkable, played the Republic's ruse and incited a war.

'Be mirdala to know when to let the fire run, and when to settle it down. Mirshko ad'ika. Nar dralshy'a.' Buir pushed her forward. No rest for the recouperating girl, for there would be none on the field of war.

The memory faded back to Ginnie's present predicament. The Embassy's conflagration wobbled and lashed at the canopy. Ginnie felt her father's presence rain down on the planet. Shutting her eyes, Ginnie exhaled. The tension left her and the Force Knight (of no affiliation but [member="Ordo"] is my Daddy & @Rianna Ar'klim-Organna is my Mom, yo! Master Buirs! Y'all wish you were so lucky!) let her hands fall to her sides. The fire spun outward, with nothing to keep it fixed on its' spiral, it flickered and died.

Smoke rose from the charred remains of the Embassy, Ginnie breathed and Wembley the Tuk'ata snarled his jaws toward where Arla was in the trees. Ginnie climbed up after her and put a hand on her sister [member="Arla Balor"]'s shoulder. Since Ginnie was deaf, she tended to announce her presence with a touch, even though the hearing aides in her buy'ce helped her 'hear' in battle all the same.

"Embassy is ash. Fire's out. Royal City won't burn today! Need a new assignment. Where do the vod need a couple of Mandos the most, Arla? Wanna go help Buir kick some zombie butt? Also... zombies? Who invited deadlings to the party? I don't remember sending out their RSVP."

Jessica Med-Beq · Sep 3, 2016

Location: West Beach
Objective: Defend the West Beach at all costs
Allies: GR [member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Myles Savar"] [member="Alena Reckar"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Kista Fel"] [member="Jack Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Anaki Sann"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"]
Equipment: 1 grenade, bowcaster (primary), SI-74 anti-tank rifle (secondary), dented WESTAR Skirmisher armor

Without suspecting it, the zombies proved to be more of a blessing than a curse for Jessica and whichever zombies were left after the glop dissolved while the zombies were enveloped around Jessica's position. While Jessica et al were stuck in glop, when the glop dissolved they got out of the trench as quickly as they could, while the Wookiee zombies fought to retake the beach from the Mandalorians. She knew that, if the zombies in the trench stayed in there, Jessica included, they were going to be killed by the implements the Mandalorians managed to pelt in their position before the zombies closed in on Jessica's trench. Hopefully [member="Funky Balor"] and [member="Rekali the Hutt"] would have been kept busy by the onslaught of Wookiee zombies - she actually looked more like a Wookiee zombie than a normal one. Weapons, oh weapons, would two shots suffice to end her role in this battle? Now that they have gotten out of the trench, as far as they possibly could, the grenade exploded in the trench, causing a big boom and digging a greater hole that rendered it useless as a trench, at the edge of which Jessica stood, kneeling so as to aim her SI-74 at someone else, one [member="Ginnie Ordo"].

"Mandos have been drawn from the outer city to engage the zombies, ma'am"

"Watch out for the recoil!" she warned the zombies around her.

That was, to say the least, dangerous because the recoil will cause her torso to fall on the sand upon firing. It is cumbersome to get up after the fact, but eight seconds would give her time to make an approximate aim and fire. Now that she had fired at Ginnie, she had nothing else to do but to wait for the weapon to be ready to fire again and get back into firing position - throwing her last grenade would eat up precious seconds, and she had one SI-74 shot left so she had to make these things count. A bowcaster, on the other hand, while having a lot of recoil, she could still fire one without falling flat after the fact. She was in deep trouble unless [member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"] could actually extract her from the sea of Mando-eating zombies on the beach...

One-Eyed Jack Varren · Sep 3, 2016

GEAR: In Bio
LOCATION: Skies over Kashyyk
OBJECTIVE: Save republican asses...I mean assets

"Are you fethin sure about this Devin? Thats a long drop to the beach...Not to mention I may not be able to come back for you after..."

Jacks voice trailed as flames enveloped the clanky old ship as it tore thru the atmosphere and hurtled towards the surface of Kashyyk. The battlefield below reminding him of his younger years of piloting.

"Oi ye jus worry bout flying this decrepit bucket o bolts an let meh handle meh own survival boyo"

Came the gruff tone of the old clone trooper who now stood by the cargo hatch waiting to open it as soon as they'd reached the proper distance, A distance he knew his jumppacks could safely set him down. A sly smile stay hidden behind the visor of the clones helmet, It was good to be back in the fray.

"Decrepit?? Really? You're a bloody CLONE TROOPER YOU OLD RELIC!!"

Jack was obviously pissed, Talk about him all you want but never insult his baby. Now inside the planets atmosphere Jack begin toggling switches upon the main control panels as he opened the cargo bay doors and also keyed up his Comms....

"Bloodhound to republic! Any one need a ride home?!?!"

He only hoped he wasn't to late as he scanned the carnage below for anything resembling the republic forces that had been defending Kashyyk. Knowing just how insane the Clones plan was Jack flipped the switch anyway, Giving the clone the go ahead the jump whenever he saw his chance...

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Progflaw99 · Sep 3, 2016

https://youtu.be/6loWrABr8gA

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Location: Western Outskirts, Royal City of Kashyyyk
Objective: The objective is a lie, there is only death.
Allies: Galactic Repubic
Enemies: [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [] [member="Ava Lok"] [] Mandalorian Clans
Post: (7)
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As the Mandalorian stood looking down on his shattered body, Bryn'jarr's mind grasped at the last straws of consciousness. Every word the Mandalorian spoke would have created a feeling of sheer terror but now... now the pain consumed him. The voice pierced through the fog however, each word punctuated by another wave of overpowering pain as his body struggled to get oxygen. The numbness had started in his fingertips, his feet but now had spread. It wasn't lack of oxygen that was killing him, it was the trauma to his nervous system. He could feel every beat of his heart in his neck, the blood fighting the noose that was Ronan Vizsla's hand. His hearbeat began to fill his ears, Bryn'jarr could feel himself fading. He reached out to the Force, craving its warm embrace in this suffering... he struggled, unable to touch the essence. A deep, dark, encompassing feeling of despair held his heart in a vice grip, much like the hand at his throat. Unable to reach even the Force for a pittance of comfort... he stopped fighting it. It wouldn't be long before...

C-KRACKKKK

A silence had set in around the pair, even the noises in the distance appeared to pause for but a moment. He had been right, the Mandalorian. There was no glory. There was no honor. There was pain. There was death. There was mud. The punctual snap of the padawan's neck as the crushgaunt activated had ended it... How fragile a thing... life. The husk of a body fell to the ground with a hollow sound, a sickening crunch of bones and flesh as the mauled corpse twitched violently in the final throes of death. This was glory.

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As the silence hung in the air and the firing ceased a haze hung in the air. The hulk of a Wookie stepped out from behind a tree. His fur was matted with blood, a large double tipped bladestick in his giant grip. Somehow through all of the fighting, Takko still stood. His frame was a towering 2.5 meters but it was clear by his sagging shoulders that he was spent. The fighting had gone well at first, the element of surprise on their side, but then it had turned to slaughter. Looking around him, the large Wookie saw only a handful of his brothers around him, the rest dead or fleeing.

As the Mandalorian spoke, Takko approached, his slow steps likely generating a few cautious looks and raised weapons. He stopped just short of the Mandalorian, his bladestick still in hand. With a giant heave, he planted the end of the stick in the ground, releasing a giant bellow into the night sky, echoing among the trees. They had killed his family, they had killed his friends... now they pressed onward, asking for surrender, and to fight for them. They would not be subjugated.

"aaaaahnr wuuh uughguughhhghghghhhgh huuguughghg"

"We will not surrender."

With a feral howl Takko ripped the bladestick from the ground, lifting it high above his head as if to drive it downward into the warrior before him... He never got the chance. From behind Takko, another Wookie had appeared, a more ambitious one it would seem. He was smaller, shorter, but no less powerful. With little more than a snarl, the wide shaft of a bladestick burst forth from Takko's torso, piercing the matted fur and stopping for a fraction of a second before being removed. Takko stared in shock at the sudden betrayal, his mind not fully able to comprehend what had just happened... and then his body fell.

Standing behind the now deceased leader, the other wookie stood, arm raised with the freshly blooded bladestick. He bellowed forth as a declaration to all the Wookies within earshot.

"aaaaahnr aarrragghuuhw huurh awwgggghhh uughghhhgh uughghhhgh raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh aarrragghuuhw wrrhwrwwhw huuguughghg. Hnnnhrrhhh uughghhhgh huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh awwgggghhh uughghhhgh aarrragghuuhw wuuh aarrragghuuhw raaaaaahhgh wrrhwrwwhw. aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg huurh raaaaaahhgh wrrhwrwwhw huuguughghg uughghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh uuh raaaaaahhgh aaaaahnr huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh huurh uughghhhgh huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh aaahnruh uggguh hnnnhrrhhh!"

Today is a new day, a day where we will no longer depend on the weak. A day where we will join the strong and take back our independence. We will fight with these invaders, but only because we know the Republic has betrayed us, left us weak and alone. Join me now!"

A cacophony of bellowing Wookies echoed in the night as they replied to the wookie... their voices filled with anger and sorrow.

Funky Balor · Sep 4, 2016

Location: The West Beach, on the ground, slowly swinging, while my own beach slowly burns......
Objective: Beach Assault, bending steel, into ballads.....while my Tratur slowly sings......
Friends: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Kano Oda"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]
Targets: [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Myles Savar"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Gear:

Dented Eukar'gam with funny boots
Grappling rope
Heavy Ripper
Jairi Edee (6 in a quiver on his back, two embedded in the gun nest)
Jaian Bes'tratur
The ghost of Turkey Day past. You bastards.

[youtube]https://youtu.be/fQ9nQNx0KEs[/youtube]

(OOC: Sorry I'm late, my work was not great, so lets play again, and you'll recoutn when!)

Like a gift from above, Med-beq's fire flew down,
And Funky swat at her grenade with a furious frown,
She had fire in her soul, it was easy to see
How the devil himself wouldn't convince her to flee
So as the greande blew up flying through the sky,
The Goran raised arms, and began to cry

And we sang
Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay
And iron rings on the beach with a scream
And we sang
Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay
And we marched on, into the beach
Ay Oh Ay Oh
Ay Oh Ay Oh,
And we marched on, across the beach

Like a blast through the sky another glop grenade came,
And Med-beq and her minions marched through to their shame,
But the dancer of balor, Had rhythm in mind,
So he threw a jair edee at the blonde gunner's behind,
For the rising of false dead and the dread wookie's roar
Could be drowned out as his missile shrieked and soared

And it screamed

Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay
And iron sings on the beach with a scream
And it screamed
Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay
And we marched on, into the breach
Ay Oh Ay Oh
Ay Oh Ay Oh,
And we marched on, across the beach

Somewhere on the planet, a Wookie engaged in a two minute guitar solo that is entirely unrelated to this song, but would've made beautiful music therein. Just us your imagination. And do some sick air guitar moves.

As his spear soared towards her, he cried out at last
"For ROCHE! FOR THE FALLEN! FOR HONOR AT LAST!!"
He limbered towards her, no fear in his eyes,
As he raise his Tratur in one hand, and slap his side
For as he broke his ranks, and fought off house Thuul
Now he'd treat this coward to a final duel

And he said

Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay
"And we'll settle this, our blood on sand"
And he said
Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay Oh Ay
"Now raise your arms and clap your hands"
Ay Oh Ay Oh
Ay Oh Ay Oh,
And we marched on, across the beach

(OOC: So just to be certain you got my drift, I hit the grenade like a baseball but too swift. I had no time to swing as you were running past, so a threw I spear straight at your [redacted]. And now I'm moving towards you with rage in my heart, a lovely duel would be a place to start)

Jessica Med-Beq · Sep 4, 2016

Location: West Beach
Objective: Defend the West Beach at all costs
Allies: GR [member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Myles Savar"] [member="Alena Reckar"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Kara Runo"] [member="Kista Fel"] [member="Jack Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Anaki Sann"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"]
Equipment: 1 grenade, bowcaster (primary), SI-74 anti-tank rifle (secondary), dented WESTAR Skirmisher armor

Ouch, [member="Funky Balor"] saw the grenade exploding near him but Jessica narrowly missed the Jairi Edee Funky threw at her as she was reaching for [member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"]'s craft amid the sea of Wookiee zombies. Plus she wasn't one to duel the way Funky wanted it. With most of the remaining Mandalorian heavy equipment being moved in towards the outer city, she knew that the better part of valor is knowing when one is beaten, and Neither One-Eyed Jack nor Jessica would expect heavy resistance in that area. She would have liked a duel but she knew her only chance of winning such an encounter would have been from long range: Funky was a lot better at close quarters than she was and she knew it. A Jairi Edee would be able to pierce a dented WESTAR Skirmisher Armor's joints, or the dents left by the molten glop at the back. Zombies, ever so numerous, even as their numbers were rather reduced after the Mandos engaged the zombies while Jessica was still encased in glop.

"All right, I know when I'm beaten, it's my last shot of my SI-74, so I'll make sure this shot count. I'll make you pay for disregarding the zombies' warnings!"

"Vowarrrrrrrk huurh! (Fire at will!)" a zombie officer told his Wookiee zombie troops.

"Aaaaahnre, aaaaahnre! (Roger, roger)" a Wookiee zombie growled.

In the context of a SI-74, if Balor was within Jairi Edee range of Jessica, then Jessica would be firing a SI-74 at point-blank range. If the shot at Ginnie Ordo was fired at a range that would qualify as long-range, of course. It also meant that Funky has a shot mostly clear of zombies, even though a Jairi Edee was a curved-shot weapon at that range. But as casualties mounted on both sides, including the injured Mantises, Draco Vereen, Arumi Zy and many of the early participants, by the late stages of the battle, if she needed to make a fighting retreat, she would need to grab a fallen wookiee's bowcaster because she wouldn't have time to reload a new LSAT180 in her SI-74; 20 seconds are an eternity in heavy combat. But what made her so endearing, so effective even as the only effective Republican force on the beach ultimately became a matter of Wookiee zombies, was the SI-74's yield. She fired the last shot in her magazine, aimed dead center at Balor's dent in his armor. She would assuredly injure Funky if she managed to hit said dent. But would that hit connect? She couldn't tell anymore; a zombie just hid herself from even seeing Balor by now.

ADM. Reshmar · Sep 4, 2016

Location: MC120 Independence-class Battlecruiser Dauntlass, Over Kashyyyk
Objective: Fleet
Allies: None Currently
Enemies: [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Likar Kejis"] [member="Aditya Mantis"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

Force Fortress

On the display Reshmar saw monarch break up. He closed his eyes and thought of the thousands of crew now dead or dying. He opened his eyes again watching as the ships two sections of hull drifted away from each other. Small specs sped away from the ship as escape pods frantically tried to clear the wreckage. On his screen, he saw the escort cruisers losing their shielding rapidly and starting to drop behind the Dauntless.

"Enough!" said Reshmar sternly as he swam to the command console. "Helm come to course zero three three, Its time to cross their T," said Reshmar to the Helm officers. The massive ship swung around bringing its powerful broadside to bear on the enemy ships. "Fire all guns!" ordered Reshmar. "Target the lead ships first. Alternating ion turbo lasers fire in ten shot volleys. Shield full starboard, Countermeasures Load interceptor batteries with proximity mines, Fire five full volleys in a thirty meter spread. The load plasma charges and engage incoming attack craft. Have all laser and defense batteries harras those incoming bombers. Give them cross vector streams of fire and keep them from getting set in to make a run on us."

The combined firepower of two hundred and sixteen long range turbolasers, seventy two long range ion cannons, lanced out at the incoming ships. "Once they reach standard range add the short guns to the mix commander" said Reshmar to the tactical command officer. The mon calamari officer nodded and swam to the tactical station preparing the standard range weapons to assist the long guns

"Comms Get a laser transmission to that destroyer andhave it line up on our aft, have them engage at will." said Reshmar as he watched the image of the Mandalorian ships close on his force. "Give them hell!" said Reshmar to his command crew. Each member setting themselves in for a fight and ready to distribute death to the Mandalorians.

Anija Betna · Sep 4, 2016

Location: East Bank - Mandalorian Lines
Allies: Mandalorians; [member="Arrbi Betna"]

Enemies: Republic and Allies; [member="Kista Fel"] [member="Kara Runo"]
Objective: Halt the attack
Post: 2

Anija was quick to follow Arrbi, pulling back on the control stick to send her own starfighter looping upwards. On the screen, she could see the mass of red blips closing quickly on their general location. They were heading for the Mandalorian lines. She knew that two fighters against a swarm wasn't great odds. But then, when had she ever cared about the odds. Birth heritage not withstanding of course.

She'd never really been one to care about the odds in a situation anyways. Over the years, she'd learned to assess quickly and act. That had saved her more than once. And now, they had a distinct advantage over the advancing forces. Republic or not, she knew they probably hadn't counted on much resistance. But that's where she and Arrbi came in.

Her scanners showed the advancing forces, roughly two squadrons with support vessels. And as Arrbi gained altitude so did she. Though, she took off at an angle to his position in an attempt to pincer the approaching fighters. "What's the plan of attack, Angel Two?"

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