The Mandalorian Crusade | MC vs GR Invasion of Kashyyyk

[Arla Ordo]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Location[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Southern side of Royal City, moving through the jungle[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Mando’ade Allies [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Buruk Surhaai"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Aver Brand"] [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Republic enemies[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Elaine Thul"] | @captain august[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Gear in bio, and carrying sniper rifle[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Post 1[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]I see a red door and I want it painted black[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]No colors any more, I want them to turn black[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]I see the Republic walk by, dressed in their uniforms[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]I have to turn my head until my darkness goes[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Hmm, hmm, hmm, ..[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]I wanna see it painted, painted black[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Black as night, black as coal[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Kashyyyk home of wookies and the Republic, and home of the former Chancellor [member="Jack Sparrow"] . A pirate, and self acclaimed connoisseur of various drinks. There was a drink she wanted him to try for he was the one who was elected after Lasedri, and he would be the one accountable for not seeing the follow through for the crimes of the traitor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The team of Clan Ordo loyalists followed visors trained ahead watching for movement, waiting to be close enough to unleash the dar’yaim (hell) upon the Republic and teach them what Mandalorian justice was about.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The green eyed red-head dressed in her armor often thought about what she fought for. Yes as a follower of the resol’nare she was required to follow the laws. But as an individual she had watched the injustice brought about and propagated by the Republic, and even if they had not been called upon to begin a crusade against them she would have begun her own private war on them. Even her buir [member="Ordo"] understood how much the Republic he had served no longer existed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The Wroshyr trees in the distance gave her the reference point she and her team needed to focus on. The Republic would soon know more about the war machine they had forced to awaken, they would never forget it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]It would all be colored [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]BLACK[/SIZE]​

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Approaching West Beach
Objective: Defend the beach at all costs
Allies: GR [member="Kaiden Rohn"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Squad and Equipment:

Spoiler

Myles: Standard Republic Infantry Armor, Blaster Sniper Rifle, combat knife
2 man Heavy Gunner team: Standard Infantry Armor,Tripod mounted Heavy Repeating Blaster
The rest(10 men): Standard Infantry Armor, Blaster Rifles, Combat Knives

The beaches of Kashyyyk. Sgt Myles Savar didn't know Kashyyyk had beacjes but here he was makign his way up to re-enforce the West beach. His squad moved in unison. Miles jumped on the Comms a half click from the beach.

"Alpha this is Zeta squad ETA to point Delta three mikes." "Requesting updated Sitrep Over."

Myles did not have to wait very long.

"Zeta, Alpha multiple contacts over."

Myles frowned. The battle was already in full swing. It had taken too long to get their marching orders and Troopers were dieing."

"Alpha, Zeta Acknowledges Zeta Out."

Myles turned to his men.

"Alright Zeta sounds like the party started without us." "First Fire team push out left, Second fire team we will push up the middle, third fire team push to the right." "Let's give them Hell................move out."

Myles turned towards the beach and pushed forward in a dead run towards the beach and his fellow Republic Soldiers. They would not lose the beach today. Not on his watch.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: West Beach
Enemy: [member="Kaiden Rohn"] | [member="Myles Savar"]
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]

Azure waves crashed against sandy shore.

The day soon wore them crimson.

Heavy boots splashed into the whitewater. A mandalorian, one among hundreds, with armor black and red and a kama flapping about his legs. Kade of Clan Kelborn eyed yon beach through T-visor of helm. The guns of war thundered about the Mandalorian forces, renting craters in the ground and shredding ​vod to bits. Amidst the churning chaos, Kade roared his shout of defiance, then activated his jetpack.

The flames burned hot and fast and sent him shooting up into the sky in a short burst that carried him above the heads of the advance line. He landed in the midst of an enemy machine gun crew. The Republic curs scarce noticed presence before he swung blade of beskad in two swift, brutal motions punctuated by spurting fountains of scarlet ichor. Two headless corpses splashed limply into the whitewater, contents steadily turning the eddies about them a deep red.

Boots squelching in the muddied sand, Kade charged a foe whose name he knew not, though its was Kaiden Rohn. In left hand, Kade's dinu'ul energy shield sprang to life, a half-dome buckler of warding energy. In right, he carried his beskad, a simple piece of Mandalorian iron forged with a single edge. He whipped the blade toward the soldier's left arm just above the elbow in a horizontal cut.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: West Beach
Objective: Defend the West Beach at all costs
Allies: GR [member="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Myles Savar"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Equipment: 3 grenades, SI-74 anti-tank rifle, WESTAR Skirmisher armor

Jessica has arrived on Kashyyyk's beaches, knowing that her boss had business with the Republic. It was obvious that one Charzon sent her there because of her propensity to fight, but she intends to take the fight to the Mandalorians, knowing that they do not fight like those space wizards they usually thought about fighting. They had a different style, rolling on heavy armored units, with heavily-armored soldiers, but comparatively few weaponized space wizards. With her SI-74 rifle, she would bring out the crate of grenades she bought back on Ringo Vinda, as supplied by [member="Elaine Thul"]. But because the enemy was at the outer defenses of the beach, she advanced alongside a few Wookiee grenadiers and a few more rag-tag Republican soldiers. She knew time was running short, so in an attempt to boost the morale of that rag-tag bunch of Wookiees and Republican soldiers, she stood in front of the crate of grenades, containing 30 fragmentation grenades, 10 ion grenades and 10 anti-armor grenades, with her helmet off, and began to sing to these... improvised lyrics:

"Oh, these grenades
Were made to fend off crusades;
Today use them to give them hell!
They will serve us well!
Grenadiers of the Republic
Take your pick
Of targets large and small
May the Force be with us all!"

The Wookiee mortar teams began loading what grenades they could take from Jessica's crate, with Jessica having one grenade of each variety being loaded on her belt. Since the SI-74 was a heavy particle weapon that had long, very long recharge times, she also had multiple power packs. Crawling next to the grenade crate, she fired her SI-74 at an enemy tank's treads. Will the yellow bolt be finding its target? Will the yellow bolt be intercepted by other enemy units, like infantry? The Wookiee grenadiers began shooting at the Mandalorian forces, providing fire support to Myles, alongside artillery, in addition to what machinegun nests Kaiden could muster. In a flurry of explosions no Republican could tell the flavor of what casualties they could actually inflict on the Mandalorian enemy.

 

[Varien Moxla]

Location: West Beach
Objective: Intercept Republic Troops
Enemies: [member="Kaiden Rohn"], [member="Myles Savar"]
Allies: [member="Kade Kelborn"], [member="Draco Vereen"]

Like a child drawn to the candy store, Varien of Clan Kelborn was on the same battlefield as Kade Kelborn, the man whose life he had saved, who in turn had him inducted into his Clan.

Garbed in his beskar'gam, there had been the thought that he didn't belong here. That what the Mandalorian Clans were doing. They were against the Republic, but for good reason. Those in the Galactic Republic of today failed to prosecute those who had killed innocents, had let them go rather than actually incriminate them.

That was an injustice, to all that were lost.

Armoured legs splashed through the water as the young Kiffar drew the beskad at his side. A simple blade, there were eight members of Clan Kelborn with him, the same ones who had been with him over Nubia. They had formed a... Death Squad of sorts. "Move." Their leader said, and Varien followed, catching a look of Kade engaging his jetpack before he disappeared from his view, and the leader of his team was aiming them for [member="Myles Savar"]'s squad.

"We slow their advance!" He roared in his deep voice and then the eight Mandalorian warriors charged for the soldiers, some had jetpacks and threw themselves in the air to earn another angle on the Republic Squad, others charged. Varien was among the latter, drawn beskad in hand as he ran across the beach.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Location: Air --> Forest
Enemies: GR and their cronies
Allies: Clan Munin, Clan Verd, [member="3X744"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Objective: Get the boots dirty
Gear: In Bio

Marcus scanned the area in front of him for the landing site as his own mechanical mount hurtled towards the earth below. Through the wind which screamed past his helmet he could hear the multiple incoming and outgoing transmissions from rally masters and commanders alike that were all part of this glorious assault for the honor of Mandalore and her people. It was in these hours, these days, and the months to follow that the Republic would learn to respect the crusaders of Mandalore and their kin, this day would be a day of glory for their people.

With the sudden burst of a flak explosion to the right of his mount, he winced and held up an arm to shield himself from the small bits of metal that did impact his armor. These bursts had become common as they tore through the planet's atmosphere and they were all continuing symbols of the Republic's feeble attempts to stem their assault and send them cowering back to the stars. It wouldn't happen, and in his core, Marcus was ready for the battle. It had been a long while since he had fought on grass and earth, so many battles seemed to center themselves around the towering sky scrapers of city scapes and their duracrete paths. It seemed more primal, more brutal to fight in the vast forests of Kashyyyk with their towering trees and impassable canopies. Perhaps it didn't play to his strong suits, but he would fight like the rest, no man ever gained much glory from behind the screen of a computer anyhow.

As they continued to burst in and out of the thick layers of clouds, his comrades became visible as soon as they were shrouded once again in the white haze. Off somewhere to his right was the renowned commander, and a trusted friend, [member="Vilaz Munin"] whom he had served with on many previous raids and missions, though they might not have been as substantial as this one. Above him was [member="Isley Verd"], another renowned leader within the clans, though he'd had little opportunity to speak with him in any sort of degree. Perhaps more surprising than all of these warriors plummeting from the sky on great machines of war would be the young boy, [member="3X744"] whom rode along with them. He was armed lightly, though it might be smart of fighting through the trees. Only time would tell.

Raising his rifle above his head in zealous excitement, he too shouted the praise of his people, eager to get to grips with the Republic and their own warriors who would soon realize the mistake of meeting the clansmen in battle.


"Oya!!!"

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Gear in signature.
Location: Air ---> Forest
Allies: [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], Mandalorians
Enemies: Galactic Republic and co.

Twelve years. That was how long it had been since true war had last visited Kashyyyk. It's been twelve years. It felt as if less and yet more time had passed since the first time Keira had set foot on the jungle planet with a very different invasion force. She had been young then - just nineteen - and yet so sure of herself and her capabilities. Time had shown her that this certainty was sometimes misplaced. There would be and were instances where she faltered, and painfully so, suffering the consequences of a life steeped in conflict more times than she could count. But this return meant that she had weathered it all, and most importantly survived long enough to say that she had returned to an old battlefield.

She was a veteran. That was something she never thought she'd be able to say. Hell, she had expected her life to have ended long before this. By that logic she should have been excited for this, chomping at the bit to make landfall and raise hell. Instead she felt strangely weighed down by a past she mostly wanted to forget, though her mind stubbornly refused her that luxury. People like her had to learn from their history, lest they repeat it somewhere down the line. She couldn't quite tell if this counted as repetition. The enemy she faced was the same, though those she called friend and family both were once individuals she had stood against with a solidarity she was sure would never change. If only she had known how wrong she was.

"...to the battlefield. Snap out of it. You need to focus." It was the voice of her AI companion that brought her back to the present moment, reminding her of where she sat astride one of the War Droids rather than at the helm, not having been granted the teachings to properly control it. That was something she would have to ask her brother about later. For now, there was war. As much regret as she held for the past, there was something else this planet held, and that was the ultimate victory of those she had fought alongside all those years ago. If all transpired as was intended, once again she and those she stood with would emerge the victors, leaving the Republic in pieces yet again. The irony of destroying the one thing she had sought to protect for so long was lost on her in that moment.

When her elder brother's command growled through the comms she couldn't help but to smile, fueled by the same spirit of war just as her vode. This was what they all lived for, and no matter how much time had passed, it was impossible for her to deny that in these moments she felt the most alive. When the droid crashed through the treetops she braced herself for the rough landing, unfazed as all the others as the gunfire of their enemy bounced off the shields. Although the basilisk was good for arriving on the battlefield unscathed and dealing immense amounts of destruction, she would rather bring the fight to the Republic up close and personal. Hopefully the scare tactics would wrap up soon. She wanted a fight.

Kark, I'm getting old.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Air --> Forest
Objective: Beach Assault
(Mandalore never forgets, and on a side note to keep teaching Three Mando'a and all that jazz connected to the Resol'nare.)
Allies:

• Mandalorian Crusaders/Clan Verd [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Goran"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Deneve Verd"]
• Mandalorian Vanguard/Clan Munin [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Bendak Orden"], [member="3X744"], [member="Marcus Lok"]

Enemies: The Republic
Gear in bio
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To say this was the thrill of her life was an understatement. The seasoned baar'ur had never entered battle as of yet on a bes'uliik, and not just anyone's basilisk war droid either. This red beast belonged to none other than the Wolf of War; the Akaan. It was both an honor and privilege be ride with the Cuir Rekr on this most important day; the Republic's demise on Kashyyyk.

As they had mounted up before the drop from their ship, it must have looked like the silver-armored Mando'ad was some biker chick getting on her old man's harley as she sat behind the Vanguard's leader and wrapped her gauntlet-adorned arms around the rugged Concordian's waist. At least that was the momentary amused thought that went through the battle medic's mind. But that really was farthest from the truth, even if [member="Vilaz Munin"] was her beloved significant other. Briika was there primarily as one of the many Munin clansmen, who followed their Alor into battle after receiving the Sole Ruler's rallying call.

"Best hold on tight, cyar'ika," Vilaz said over their encrypted private comlink.

"No worries here. You just get us down real nice like if you want to earn those extra brownie points to be redeemed later, ruug'la jag," Bree teased yet was totally serious too, then the golden blonde shouted the Mandalorian war cry with everyone else in the beach assault group as they made their decent down through the Wookiee planet's atmosphere, noting [member="3X744"]'s correct pronunciation of oya.

Three was learning, well selectively like most kids. It made her happy to see the Fett clone boy really trying to take heart of his Mando heritage.

 

[Naast Kot]

The Beach Assault
East Beach
[member="Ra Vizsla"] | Naast Kot | @ Any one else who is strictly on the East Beach.
Gear | Hyperion Combat Armor | Fett Kal Trench Knife | ML-1 Roughcut | Beskad | 5 BA-H377 Browncoat Forcebreaker Grenade | BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts. || CZ-840 Combat Shotgun | 12 Gauge BASIC, BANG, FLARE, SHOCK, and VENOM slugs


Nostrils flared under the helm of the Hyperion combat Helm Naast Kot wore. From the beach, droves of Mandaloran's and fellow clansmen drove up the East Beach. There was a thrumming within his heart, anticipation. The massive form of the Taung drew up to his full height, and narrowed the dark slate of his eyes at what lay before him.

He was in search for a worthy battle, one that would bring pride to Manda'lor and to Kad Ha'rangir. He would not sit idle and in stagnation. He would root out and show himself worthy of his namesake. Heavy footsteps drove him onward, the ML-Roughcut in hand.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Kashyyk → Forests East of the Royal City
Allies: [member="Davon Karr"], [member="Buruk Surhaai"]; Clan Betna
Enemies: Soon™ (The Republic)
Objective: Twilight Raid
Post: 1 // ??

Clan Gratiir had arrived with Clan Betna, although truth be told the total of Clan Gratiir totaled up to two. Sabetha and Lorsima and Sabetha had given their only beskar'gam to Lorsima. Leaving the younger of the two siblings to represent their clan in tonight's mission against the Republic. Wroshyr trees towered above them all, branches played in the wind and Lorsima was trailing behind a vassal clan of Betna. She too had paused and laid in wait for the herd to pass, quietly she side-stepped up toward one of the Betna fire teams creating a thin line of Mandalorians who were now sweeping up toward the Royal City.

High above them laid their targets who even now, continued about their business. Lorsima kept her focus on the treacherous terrain in front of her. Even for the most experienced of Mandalorians, this was a difficult trek to make. Her maul laid on her right, hooked into her armor, a blaster pistol on her left. Her carbine was slung across her back, she watched as the signal was given, she shifted in position maintaining her distance. Like the vassal clan she now trailed, she too was here to make a name for herself, but she wasn't here to bring her clan glory and honor, no.

She was here to make herself known to Clan Betna, to show that she was worthy of being one of their Cayatr A'dens. She had seen some of them in action on Nubia and at that point decided that she wanted to be part of their Clan. Her eyes were open and so were her ears. Kashyyk was just as beautiful as it was dangerous, there was a lot of air between them and the Royal City above. She looked up and stopped a moment, narrowing her gaze she silently cursed to herself, spiders. She hated spiders, she hated them more than burning a good Mando Burger; at least a burnt Mando Burger she could turn into chum.

Spiders? No. The moment passed and she held up her hand making a motion for them to stop and she simply pointed. Slash-spiders, their webs could be seen at just right angle in the moonlight. She adjusted her HUD's vision to make it easier to spot them lifting her boots up from the ground she continued her progression alongside her vod toward the Royal City.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Location: Southern Outskirts, Jungle
Objective: Defend her Vod, take the Embassy
Allies: [member="Arla Balor"], Clan [member="Ordo"], Wembley the Tuk'ata
Enemies: The Republic
Gear: Beskar'gam, 'Yoash' Lightsaber, Blaster Carbine, Grenades x 5

When her Buir [member="Ordo"] and Mom [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] found out she'd been studying Sith Alchemy to make her father immortal, Ginnie Ordo had been grounded for a long, long, long, long, long time. The seventeen year old Mando'ad Rally Master hadn't been seen in a campaign for years, five years to be exact. Now old enough to be trusted without turning her anger into lighter fluid, Ginnie had earned a stronger connection to the Light side of the Force, a better connection to her Beskar Forge, and earned enough of an education to read at an appropriate level.

Still, the opportunity to watch [member="Arla Balor"]'s Six (whether she liked it or not, thankyouverymuchsister) was too large a temptation for a Mando'ad itching for the thrill of battle. The girl rushed through tree cover and let her HUD project heat signatures surrounding her position. Wembley the Tuk'ata, less the pup and more the eager adolescent, was barreling through the undergrowth in recon circles. The predator had gotten much quieter in recent years, not that the deaf Mando'ad would notice without her buy'ce's audio enhancements. Pushing through the jungle, Ginnie nestled against the bark of a tree and pulled at the Dathomiri Blood Trail she kept on all her vod. Her sister and company at her six.

Ginnie pushed her commlink through to Arla's buy'ce. "I'm to your one, vod. Wembley's running recon. Ping me if you need some fire."

If she needed to, Ginnie would burn Kashyyk's Wroshyr trees to the ground.

In the distance, Wembley's jaws snapped on an animal's throat. Ginnie rushed for her Tuk'ata and watched him snarl as the life eked out of a Wookie, whose crossbow had been levelled at Arla and her Strike Team.

"Good job, Wembley." He snarled and let go, licking his chops. Ginnie didn't think he liked the taste of Wookie. The Mando teenager left the body and its' tell-tale Tuk'ata gashes on the path for Arla to find as a warning: There were scouts in the Jungle.

 

[Sko'saht]

Music: here
Location: Behind the shields
Objective: Destruction of trench lines, protection of medical transports, CAS
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Republic Forces on the beach, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Equipment: Bio, MMG-84S Gunship (Piloting), MMG-84S Medical (Escorting)

The Mandalorian Gunship hovered behind the shields looking like somsome large predator about to strike. Artillery rounds hit and sent ripples through the giant shied in front of it. Below troops began their assault across the waterwater towards the enemy on the beaches. Laser blasts scorched the hulls of the ones that passed beyond the protective shielding and a few were hit by mortar fire which did little more then dent their armour or cause minor damage. Another gunship with white painting and red medical markings hugged the shields staying in cover.

Inside the gunship a Verpine sat working quickly on the controls. His compound eyes took in everything surrounding him from the instruments to the hell that awaited the Mandos on the beach. Programming in targeting coordinates for the fourth trench line where the mortar rounds and other heavy weapons were firing the Verpine went into an automatic mode. The armament his gunship carried was enough to kill a small capital ship and now the four Proton Torpedo Launchers and the fearsome Argus Array was aimed directly at the mortars and heavy weapons. With such a stationary target it wasn't hard to program the missiles and torpedoes to ripple fire and wreck havoc along the trench line with their large blast radius.

Raising the gunship above the shields the Verpine fired his salvo. Torpedoes spitting like fireballs from the tubes and missiles launching in a deluge of metal the sky was suddenly filled with guided missiles intended to cause mass casualties and the destruction of a line of defense.

The four torpedoes were spaced along the trench line aimed at the middle of both flanks with two headed slightly off the center of the line. Meanwhile with repulsers draining noticeably more power to combat the rapid ripple launch of twenty-four concussion missiles bound straight for the mortars and any heavy weapons in the trench. Those that didn't have individual targets were sent to impact the trench line near the torpedo impact points with the intention of widening the gaps created even further.

Sko watched slightly awed at the display of sheer firepower as the numerous missiles and torpedoes went towards their targets in a wave of death. His hands shook slightly still unused to the gunship he piloted but more out of the shock of what he'd just done. The chances of anything significant surviving that volley near the impact points with their lives or morale intact were, in his mind, extremely slim and the damage it caused probably would be enough to break the trench line.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Air ---> Forest
Allies: [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"], Mandalorians
Enemies: Galactic Republic, various other aruteiise.

Worshyr trees stretched skyward like the gnarled hands of ancient earthen gods as they begged the heavens for mercy. The Mando'ade had none to give them. Suppressing fire rained like hell over the thick canopy and controlled payloads of napalm ate away at the cover to make room for troop contingents to drop in safely. Alkor listened to the jet screams of low altitude fighters as they inseminated the Shadowlands with their virulent fluids, and watched as Kashyyyk itself instantly gave birth to a wealth of chaos. Flames licked at the underbelly of his dropship as he idly took in the carnage. It was no different than any other battle. There were no feelings of elation to accompany the acts his mind deemed necessary, only an acceptance of the brutal efficiency that came with the territory.

Their landing zones were close in proximity- less than two clicks apart- but they were staggered just enough to take the opposition off balance. Keira was more experienced with partnered warfare than Alkor, but their combat expertise was more or less even. He understood the necessity of forcing the enemy to fight on multiple fronts, and on being able to thin out defenses. Sweat beaded on his brow from the heat of rising fires as he tugged the buy'ce over his head and the HUD came to life. The beeps in his ear warned of what he already knew- dangerous terrain, heat signatures, and nearby enemies. By now he was accustomed to all the warnings that came with the device, and Zef had briefed him on the subtleties of controlling it, as well as the non-verbal cues. A quick blink brought up Keira's status and linked his comm directly to hers.

"Don't enjoy yourself too much, Keir'ika," he greeted her in a way that noted his uptake on the language. He still hated that damn vod'ika nonsense, though. Maybe she would hate this just as much. "We're not even engaged yet. I can feel you salivating from up here."

There was a difference between allowing the emotions to fuel you in the throes of combat and outright indulging them. Alkor had it beaten into him, and even now he started to look for a disconnect whenever he could. The darkness was intoxicating, and if you let it, the urges would rip through you and have their way. His warning was lighter than stereotypical for Alkor, but it was still serious.

"Reaching the drop zone in two, one- mark!" The pilot called back as the dropship slowed. The ori'ramikaade filed out as Alkor watched thoughtfully. "I'll be taking this one into low orbit and hanging loose until you call for extraction," the man told Centaris, "if things get too hot, just let me know. I can pull you guys out for a tactical regroup."

"Won't need it," Alkor replied in a mechanical drawl. "But I appreciate the thought." The other man grunted as Alkor hopped out of the ship and it went winging toward the clouds. He reached back and unlocked the shotgun slung across his shoulders, then held it low in front of him as he kept pace with the others.

"Don't suppose you know this backwater world well, Alk'ika?" One of the commandos quipped. Alkor snorted, but did not respond. His experiences with Kashyyyk were worthy only to be forgotten. "Wookies are bloody honorable, but they're fiercely loyal to people they owe a life debt to. Seems to me that the Republic probably got a few of those going for them over the past few years. We should watch out for less than cooperative locals."

"Yeah," Alkor agreed, "but let's prioritize the Pubs. If we can keep a decent relationship with the wookies, we might be able to use it to our advantage later."

"Sounds good. Doesn't mean I won't vape a giant monkey if he tries to shoot me, though." Alkor shook his head, but did not respond. Typical Mando banter. They took all kinds. Some of them were quieter, like Alkor, and some of them loved to hear themselves talk. He was slowly learning to just let it go.

"We're coming up on the perimeter," he called on the comm to Keira. "I've got your six," he told her.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Twilight Raid​

Strike Teams​

From the West: [member="Ronan Vizsla"]​

From the East: [member="Buruk Surhaai"] , [member="Davon Karr"], [member="Lorsima Gratiir"]​

From the South: [member="Arla Balor"], [member="Ginnie Ordo"]​

From Below: [member="Aryn Spar"]​

North Forest​

Foot steps whispered across the undergrowth, two legs and four. Clad in beskar'gam and keeping radio silence, Mia's team moved in from the north, for every man with here there were two vornskr, the best of the pack she'd been working to train they followed the lead of their handlers, quiet and steady steps towards their goal. ahead and above they could see the glittering lights of the City, a trail of yellow stars that ran from the base of the great wroshyr trees.

Footsteps that weren't their own reached Mia's ear and she threw up a fist to halt the group, indicating for them to disappear into the undergrowth. They lay in wait as the patrol moved closer. "I count six." she whispered through buy'ce comms.

"Six confirmed." Someone had eyes on them.

"Wait till they're on top of us." Beside her, a vornskr's muscles twitched and it shifted to be ready. "Nice and quiet."

The first came into view, feet passing less than a foot from her head, she let him pass, and the one behind him, waiting till they were evenly spear amongst her men.

"Now."

As one they rose from the ground, Mia had to jump to be able to wrap her beskar hand about the wookies mouth to prevent a cry as he r her combat knife slide into the top of his spine. He toppled, Mia's feet finding purchase on the jungle floor once more as she twisted her knife and tugged it free, glancing ahead and behind her, thumbs raising to confirm kills. She beckoned her vornskr forward, letting them come forward to sniff the bodies.

"Oya'karir te aruetiise daab." She pulled them both to her, repeating the order. "Slanar!" she hissed. The two bounded off, noses disappearing into the undergrowth along the patrol path. They would find the other patrols. Two more hounds were sent the other way before they dragged the bodies out of sight, just incase. Mia helped herself to a bowcaster, slinging it over her shoulder with her scattergun, before giving the signal to move forwards again.

She opened comms to the other teams. "Din'kartay?"

 

[Arumi Zy]

West Beach
Allies: Mandos
Enemies Republic goons.'
Gear

Spoiler

Beskargam, Twin sabers, Twin Beskad, 7 daggers, rope,

" Death" he shouted as he made his way up the sand his saber hilts in his hands a he surveyed the carnage being rained down on the Mando'ade forces by the walking carpets. The beast were ignorant in their thoughts that the Republic would serve them and even more ignorant in their thoughts that they could expect to survive against the onslaught of the Mando'yim with their new Mandalore at their helm. Sand and explosions echoed around him as the diminutive mando slowly walked up the beach head. Death didn't scare him, being blown to pieces didn't frighten him. He had been stuck in hell for 7 long years once and that had removed most of his fear.

" This is Arumi Zy Bralor, West Beach is receiving heavy artillery fire. i repeat we are receiving heavy artillery fire, the wookuies are dug in like a maggot on a sith. Requesting fire support" he said as he finally ignited his sabers and made towards the closest batch of Republic soldiers. His saber whizzed and whirred why it made dead people. He slung one saber far and wide clipping a wookie's leg clean off. He caught it and rolled under an offensive barrage of hell fire and brimstone. [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] when the treads of one of the tanks beside him met its fiery demise the sith turned his eyes towards the trajectory of the offending rocket. " I believe i have found my date for the evening" he said with a sadistic look at he began his charge towards the woman.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Location: West Beach
Enemies: [member="Kade Kelborn"]
Allies: N/A


The talking guns stood silent. Kaiden whipped his head to find out the source of the silence of the machine guns, only to find a horror show. A Mandalorian charged at him, springing to life an energy shield and swinging at him. Kaiden brought up his rifle to block the blow, and lunged backwards slightly. The Mandalorian's powerful swipe and blade sliced his weapon in two, a rifle that he had trusted since the formation of the Havoc Squad unit. Kaiden fell backwards to the sand, scrambling up to his feet, withdrawing the Mohc blade from his back. Unlike the Beskad the Mandalorian was wielding, it was a dual-edged blade.

The blade was alchemized, with an eerie cold sensation to the touch. It was a gift to the members of Havoc Squad long ago, but that was a faded memory- and the current situation meant that there was not much that he could do. He only had a sidearm and a sword left. Truth be told, he was outgunned now. Kaiden lashed back out at the Mandalorian with an overhead strike, against his shield. His intention was to bash his defense in until he could either escape or find an opening somewhere else.

 

[Titan]

Location: Kashyyyk, Eastern Forest, Several km outside the Royal City,
Primary Objective: Twilight Raid
Allies: Clan Betna | @Ronan Vizsla | @Anija Betna | [member="Buruk Surhaai"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] |
Commander: [member="Davon Karr"] |
Enemies: None Identified
Post (1)

Titan and his men ran through the forest, keeping a steady eye out for any attackers. Ducking behind one of the Worshor tree's, Titan and his troops stood there carefully watching. Their HUD's scanning everything in sight. Nothing. Titan ran forward roughly a hindered yards before repeating the procedure. Clan Kryze had been a small Clan, still was, but Titan was a little itchy about how @Daron Kryze had treated him when he returned. But that was irrevelant for now. Seeing nothing again, Titan ran forward and slid under one of the larger bushes. He looked to the left seeing Ramaanar, Death, and slightly farther to the side were Surhaai's men. Not to mention the numerous squads of Clan Betna Soldiers all around. Titan would have preferred to drive an Adjudicator into the city, guns blazing, but the mission madated stealth, and the forest was too thick.

 

[Caspian Rekali]

Location: East Beach → West Beach
Objective: Conquer
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"] | The Republic
Gear: In profile

War returned to the world of Kashyyk as it has so many times before, where the scars of war ran deep. The proud wookies who called it home were so often the victims caught in the crossfire of a galactic game of dominance between various warring factions. Fire and death was brought to their world, they allied with whoever they valued the most and fought to resist the invading force. It was a repeating cycle throughout their history that while it may be forgotten by time, the world itself held the scars from each and every conflict. The dead from age old and forgotten wars still rotted deep in the thick forests.

Out of all the races in the galaxy it was the wookies who the Mandalorians had perhaps the most respect for. They were a long lived, powerful, prideful species and one that was very honorable even to Mandalorian standards. They rarely forgot being slighted by someone and their wrath was just as legendary as the kindness they showed to their allies. Perhaps the greatest trait the two peoples shared was that when their homeworld was threatened in some way, shape, or form they came out in force and from all across the galaxy to defend her and to the death if necessary.

Caspian sat aboard his marking covered basilisk war droid in the lead of the large force that Clan Rekali brought to Kashyyk alongside the forces brought by the Dragon of Mandalore. While all of the clans were diverse in colors, designs and cultures that gave their warriors vastly different appearances, Clan Rekali was perhaps the most diverse. A mixture of vahla, dathomiri, and mando'a symbols and tribal items, markings and trinkets covered the armor, weaponry and equipment. The diversity of the clan and the wealth of their corporation allowed them to bring a diverse force including sorcerers, healers, and other varieties of magi that both fought and augmented the soldiers around them giving both them and other Clans alongside them an advantage.

Every Rekali was raised to be a warrior from birth but each took diverse paths, this ensured that all could jump into the trenches and fight. The force brought to Kashyyk was carefully picked and designed alongside [member="Alec Rekali"] however pressing business drew his sister away and unable to join the fray. While she would be missed Caspian as her Alor'ad would ride as the leader of their force. As Draco gave orders to deploy across the battlenet Caspian opened up a comm channel with the Dragon "Shukalar, our forces are in position with you and will let your armor lead the way. We've got the magic to assist, if you need us to bring the pain just say the word." Caspian said.

The Young Warlock switched from their frequency to the Clan channels "They think they're our superiors in every way. They forget what they've done to our people, the pain they've caused us and who they stole from us. Make them remember. Show them what happens when they cross a Rekali."

 

[Tusk]

Location: East Beach
Allies: The Mandalorians
Enemies: The Republic
Objective: Take the Beach

Spoiler

Gear:
M-37
Beskar'gam
Sidearm
Beskad

He could feel it. It was like his blood was boiling, roaring for battle. As his vessel crashed upon the beach and the Mandalorians around him began to spill out the bulky Gerosian pushed to the front. The scent of ozone, blood and salt filled the air around him as he splashed through the shallow waters of Kashyyyk's shores. The Force filled his lungs and he released a bellow that could be heard for miles before charging into battle.

His eyes locked on his first target. He looked green, young even for Republic soldier standards. He could sense the fear in him as he drew closer. He barreled past the other men and women of the Republic, forgoing any tactics of self-preservation. His grip tightened on his blaster and he swung, still moving forward. With the strength of three human men without use of the Force Gerosians were formidable opponents in close range combat. The blaster slammed into the soldier's chin. He felt a satisfying crack as the soldier flew away from him.

A foolish Republic soldier attempted to avenge his fallen comrade in single combat and was met with a face full of heavy quadanium as the Gerosian beast slammed the but of his heavy blaster into his faceplate, shattering the glass and making the fool stumble back. With one hand the Gerosian handled the heavy blaster. The trigger pull was satisfactory for a man of his size and strength. A great red bolt flew from the short barrel and into the man's chest. Designed to be used against heavily armored droids and personal walkers the energy bolt easily burned through the cheap material.

Again, he felt the Force flow through him, making him stronger. A blaster bolt glanced off his shoulder returning his attention to the battle.

"FOR MANDALORE!!!"​

 

[Ali Hadrix]

REPUBLIC HOLONEWS NETWORK​

Location: Kachiro Beaches (West = GR-controlled territory; East = UMC-controlled territory)
Objective: Provide coverage of the invasion, interview Mandalorian Crusaders
Characters: Republic Combat Journalist Team

Cabur Codi held the cigarette calmly between his fingers as he waited for the Mandalorian forces around him to begin their advance. His bosses at RHN (Republic Holonews Network) had thought it best to embed a Mandalorian in the UMC ranks to ease relations. He didn't necessarily fear for his life, but he simultaneously understood the fervor with which the UMC's crusades were being pushed. Cabur himself was from a small clan that worked the fields of Mandalore's plains. They had never risen to great prominence and Cabur had found the life of a farmer dull and uneventful, and had thus pursued an education in journalism so he could travel and follow the Galaxy's most exciting conflicts.
As he took a drag from his cigarette, Cabur looked over the East beach, which was flooded with UMC soldiers and vehicles of all kinds, with hastily dug trenches that marred the shore like so many veins. His camera operator, a Togruta named Gib Tuluz, shouldered the light holocam and began sweeping from side-to-side, collecting footage of the UMC battle lines for real-time transmission. Nearby, the members of the diminutive Clan Balor showed they weren't so diminutive at all as they beat upon massive war drums borne by Banthas and roared the war songs of their clan and their people. The clan's leader, a male Kitonak named [member=Funky Balor], stood atop a large tank, wielding a staff as he rallied his soldiers with an emphatic war speech. Gib let his camera rest on the scene for the duration of the speech, taking in every moment.
In the wake of the Kitonak's speech, Cabur felt the familiar rush of excitement flood his body as the battle was coming to its beginning. He'd felt it on Ruusan, Kel Dor, and myriad other worlds before throughout his career as a combat journalist. The possibility of combat only excited him, as was characteristic of his people. He flicked the cigarette out of his hand and watched it stick into the sand, smoking lazily. He checked the mic attached to his collar and nodded at Gib to get ready for broadcast. Cabur wore a small skullcap helmet and a set of combat armor that covered only his torso. Beneath that he wore a plain green t-shirt and a pair of tan, pocketed pants with hiking boots. Gib signaled he was ready for shooting, and focused the holocam on Cabur, then counted down the several seconds to live broadcast. Cabur took a deep breath and began.

"I am Cabur Codi, war correspondant for the Republic Holonews Network, reporting live from the East Bank of Kachirho beaches on Kashyyyk, where a sizable United Mandalorian force has found itself a foothold in the face of the Republic military. I have been following the Republic-Mandalorian conflict for the last year, from such locations as the Roche System and Mimban. Today, the two great powers rear their heads for war once again, each struggling for supremacy in a galaxy mired in conflict. The outcome of this battle could very well determine the fate of either side, and it is these events that I am hoping to share with you, the people."
Cabur's voice continued to be heard as Gib panned out and swept his camera across the Mandalorian battlements.
"I have been granted special permission to accompany the UMC forces throughout the duration of this invasion, giving the Galaxy an unparalleled view of the warfare from the outside. As you can see, the Mandalorian war machine is grinding in full tilt as they prepare to pit themselves against the hardy forces of the Republic. For now, Kashyyyk's seas separate the two entities, but they will soon clash in a fight for survival and justice. I have spoken with several Mandalorian clansmen today who have expressed their desires to see the Republic government fall, and a hope to liberate people like the Wookiees of Kashyyyk from what they see to be an ineffective, authoritarian rule. Whatever your personal philosophy, it is clear that both sides believe fiercely in their ideals, and one cannot help but wonder if it is this pride of faith on both sides that has led to this conflict. Please keep your attention on these broadcasts, as a previously untouched viewpoint of this conflict is presented to you today."
Cabur ended his speech and nodded to Gib, who ended the live transmission for the moment, then returned to recording the developing Mandalorian formations surrounding them. Their massive shield vehicles stood amongst their lines of smaller vehicles and footsoldiers, creating an oppressive atmosphere that would surely shake the resolve of Republic soldiers on the West Beach. However the battle ended, Cabur truly desired to remain alive long enough to see it. He collected his satchel and checked the blaster pistol holstered at his belt before moving to the unarmed speeder nearby that had been assigned to them for transportation. Their driver, his fellow war correspondent Ayca Vargan, greeted him with a smile and activated the speeder's repulsors.
"Not a bad opener," she quipped as Cabur seated himself at her side and fastened his restraints. He shrugged, "No worse than Cato Nemoidia," he replied modestly. The Zabrak female rolled her eyes. "You've got a flair for this, and I know you know it." Ayca began maneuvering the vehicle backward, aligning it near the rear of the Mandalorian forces to give the best view possible of the battlefield. Gib seated himself on the elevated center seat, mounting his holocam on the pintle hook in front of him that had once been used as a turret mount. "Let's get rolling," he said with a grin.