The Mandalorian Crusade | MC vs GR Invasion of Kashyyyk

Ra Vizsla · Aug 24, 2016

K A S H Y Y Y K

“I am Arisa Yune, Jedi Marshal of the Light Brigade. I challenge Ra Vizsla for the title of Mand’alor."

Ra's laughter at the turkeys as they exploded from cannons and fell limply upon the beach, not really doing any damage, fell silent upon being informed of the communication that just came over an unencrypted channel. One more turkey fell from the sky, bouncing across the beach as he held up his hand.

The mortars stopped.

The second wave continued to advance up the beach, given their orders to join the first wave as a massive reinforcement as the Mandalorian hordes continued to march to the city. A communication's officer broke off from one of the transports adjacent to Ra's, fleeing down the beach towards Mand'alor. Upon arriving, despite his short breaths, he flipped open his portable sensor map device and began punching away at numbers on the comms bracelet he was wearing. He showed it to one of the officers, who showed it to Ra.

They were tracking the location of the unencrypted signal.

There wasn't much time.

Without a word, Ra's vizor turned red and he hopped on his black Iron Basilisk.

The rev of the engines.

The scream of the hundreds of victims of Roche.

The black smoke.

With a terrifying metallic scream, Ra's basilisk tore into the sky with a thunderous boom, screeching as it raced ahead of a growing pillar of black smoke. An entire battalion of black basilisk riders joined him. They raced ahead of the horde of Turkey riders, flailing in the sand against Republic defenses and infantry as blasters shot in either direction.

Ra remained silent, focused ahead.

Every man, woman, and child in the war zone could look up and see the trailing arc of black smoke the Mand'alor was creating as he soared forward. Republican flak cannons were aiming at them now. The defenses were getting more dense as Ra moved inland. A couple of baslisk war droids took direct hits, and would be forced to land.

Not Ra, though.

Ra would press forward, his basilisk continuing to trail black smoke across the sky.

His wrist rose to show him the location of the unencrypted communication.

They were getting close.

Very close.

They were forced to stop before the trenches, however. The anti-air artillery and the atmospheric defenses were too dense. They would suffer massive casualties. Ra circled in the air, routinely engaging the A-10's and bombers as they pressed forward above the Mandalorian lines, providing the first trench some sparse coverage. There were too many trees. Ra ordered his basilisk and the battalion commander to continue providing cover with a silent, solid fist.

And then he jumped.

Flying through the air, the Iron Wolf viewed his surroundings.

Mandalorian killed Republican.

Republicans killed Mandalorian.

Hellfire and brimstone was dropping from the skies from both sides.

Ra's face remain still, and his Skystrike Jetpack began to pulse.

It then went full thruster as he approached the ground, turning him upright.

Thud.

The Iron Wolf hit the ground, black smoke billowing off his back as he stood triumphant among his men. Mandalorian roars began echoing throughout the ranks of the first trench. Shield Walkers began moving at full thrust, preparing to shield the ground troops from the salvo of the bombers above. Canderous-class tanks began moving over the trenches, raining down fire with their cannons on the opposing side. The front line seemed to be invigorated with the arrival of Mand'alor.

Orange banners began flying, showing the symbol of the Mandalorian Clans.

Ra's voice bellowed throughout the front lines, echoing.

"I am Mand'alor

and I accept."

Subject 37 · Aug 24, 2016

Twilight Raid
Royal City - Beneath The Embassy
Immediate Area: [member="Andy Rodarch"] | [member="Kronos Oda"]

Aryn didn't particularly care about what happened to the Embassy, in fact he didn't particularly care about what happened to the whole Royal City. His orders had been to quench the presence of the Republic here, and as far as he could tell that had already been accomplished. The guards that had stood watch were already dead, those that were supposed to reinforce them were spread too thin on the rim of the city and the Embassy itself. Things had moved far faster then he had expected, faster he suspected, then even the Mand'alor had thought it would.

"Keep the flames within the Embassy." He growled.

The city would still be of use after this, and while the Rodarch could have her pyre here Aryn knew that the rest of this treehouse would be valuable within a few days. The stomping trudge of his footsteps rang out, wood splintering beneath his feet as he tromped through the flames. Fire licked at his fur, flames biting towards him as he passed through the first arch-way into the courtyard of The Embassy. There were dozens of Mandalorians fighting there, outnumbering the Republic's guard by nearly two to one.

He watched them for a moment, his good eye fixing on some distant figured closing in. A call went out over the radio.

A low growl escaped his throat.

"Secure the city." Aryn said, the transmitter around his neck picking up the vibrations of his vocal cords, transmitting what he said to the Mandalorians all around them. "The Embassy burns. Quell the local resistance and prepare for any counter attacks."

He doubted something like that would be coming given just how little Resistance they had encountered, but it paid to be prepared. "We give Mand'alor more then ash. We give him this city."

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="Andy Rodarch"] | [member="Kronos Oda"]

Darth Metus · Aug 24, 2016

Location: Forest, Beach Assault
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: The Republic - AT-TEs
Gear: First Post

The Warmaster licked his lips.

The scourge – the Republic – opened the floodgates before him. From the amidst towering trunks did the city's defenders move. The sight was...disappointing to say the very least. A culture of warriors now rose to oppose kindred spirits: Wookies baring fangs and bowcasters against the Vanguard and Crusaders. A small part of Isley pitied the brave souls: for they had been infected by that damned corruption. Yet for the most part, the Warmaster saw the gaggle of fur and Republic soldiers as mere appetizers. In a pinch, they would temporarily satisfy his hunger: much akin to a trinket appeasing the Dragon momentarily.

But where were the mighty Jedi? Where were the fat, succulent morsels that would leave the Mandalorian fulfilled?

Noticeably absent.

--- A L E R T ---

Sensors chimed. Crimson flared across the Warmaster's HUD. Of the numerous adversaries present, a cadre were highlighted due to sheer size alone. Thundering forth came the defenders of deceit: gargantuan AT units. Isley's gaze narrowed. A minor "huff" of frustration escaped him. Between the lack of substantial "meal" options and this untimely interruption, the Mandalorian had every reason to feel agitation. Thus, a resolution was made on the spot. Those damned machines were to be crushed underfoot. No. No. He could do better than that.

With but a click of his tongue did Isley command his beast. A swoop from above was made: affording him the opportunity to disembark into the midst of his vode. A solid thump heralded his arrival – dead center of the Mandalorians' circle of battle. "Vilaz, watch close, I'm going to show you a magic trick." The lighthearted words betrayed the malice he mustered: a bold reach into dark. His Darkness. Isley goaded the animosity, contorted it, and utilized it as fuel for one of the many "tricks" up his sleeve. In truth, it had been quite some time since the Warmaster had attempted such a feat...the protests on Coruscant were the last such if memory served...but proximity worked in his favor.

As his old mentor, Gregor, had demonstrated, Isley manipulated his budding spell into a "spear." It was adorned with a touch of finesse – as accuracy was paramount – before the incantation slithered from his lips. "Affect Mind" was the rough meaning of ancient words, and by means of a tremendous "throw" did Isley hurl the spell into being. The Force ferried his Malice across the trees, burrowing past Durasteel and Electronics before finding a suitable prey. There was no hesitation – the "spear" burrowed into the lead gunner's skull. Resistance, while meager, was futile in this particular situation. His mind was so focused on upholding the Republic's toxicity that the thought of resisting a Sorcerer was...absent. He was caught off guard, completely.

"Prioritize those who have landed. Attempt to keep our people out of harm's way."

Orders buzzed over the comm, and the operator nodded along obediently. However, his hands moved in a manner contrary to the will of those above him – a new target was selected. And before the other crew members could piece together what was unfolding, the AT unit opened fire...directly into the rearmost legs of the lead unit. A single slug shrieked from the mass-driver cannon, singing briefly through the trees before explosively burrowing into the vehicle. Suffice it to say, the gunner would most likely be getting executed on the spot.

But that wasn't the Warmaster's problem. He had a few more of the buggers to attend to.

Ra Vizsla · Aug 24, 2016

Twilight Raid
Objective: Embassy
Mission: Keeping the Fire Contained in the Embassy
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
Enemies: Galactic Republic
Immediate Area: [member="Andy Rodarch"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Kronos Oda"]

Kronos shook his head as [member="Andy Rodarch"] began cackling amidst the flames. Cut from a different cloth, it seemed. The Gen'dai warrior moved forward into the blaster fire, grabbing two guards by their heads and throwing them out of the Embassy. Luckily, there were no children here. Mand'alor had been explicit in his commands not to kill children. The political backlash would be great if they did. Kronos shrugged. Only Mandalorians mattered to him.

He looked around the Embassy for the big cat guy he followed in here, the famed leader of the new Death Watch, [member="Aryn Spar"].

Kronos began shuffling around the Embassy, undeterred by little if any resistance.

These defenses were minimal.

Were they evacuating?

Was the beach invasion entirely too successful?

This strike on the city was going off without a hitch. Flawless, he thought, still looking for Aryn. The Gen'Dai of Clan Oda made his way through the smoke and flames as they licked his armor.

Aryn appeared out of nowhere. This guy was silent. His feline face opened in a growl.

"Keep the flames within the Embassy."

Uh, okay, Kronos thought.

Keep the flames in the Embassy... We uh... we uh.... we didn't bring flame retardant, he thought again. We just came here with the stuff to destroy the Embassy. Nobody brought flame retardant. Kronos began to internally panic. Orders were orders, but how?

As the Death Watch leader's troops began to move out of the Embassy and towards the Royal City, Kronos could be seen flopping his massive nigh indestructible body on flames around the perimeter of the Embassy.

He kept jumping up and down, belly flopping on the flames.

Like a fish.

Or a beached whale trying to return to sea.

Gotta keep the flames out.

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="Andy Rodarch"]

Caspian Rekali · Aug 24, 2016

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

Fire and death.

The beach head was turned into a hell of fire and death. Bodies littered the sandy beach and filled the deep trenches, blood soaking the sand and flame scorching the ground into glass. Visuals were reduced to thermal imaging due to the smoke screen the generators brought by Mand'alor providing a nice screen of cover for the mandalorians to land on the beach head. Both sides taking their fair share of losses. But the clans had vigor, good morale, spiritual enhancement, and fear on their sides.

Fear.

The art of fear was an ancient tactic of warfare used on the field of battle by forces since the days of the Infinite Empire. Make your enemy fear you and get to their core, you will win the battle regardless of how many or how deeply entrenched they were. Horrific death shrieks boomed across the battlefield from devices they had brought, one of many ingenious tactics wielded by their new leader on the field of battle. Caspian had to give the new mand'alor credit he certainly was able to think outside the box, despite his brutish appearance.

The presence a thundering horde of mechanical turkeys charging headlong into combat some acting as mounted cavalry for brave mandalorians, others acting as suicide bombers against deeply entrenched positions and mechanical units. The surprise and shock of the enemy, along with their terror was fed on by the invading forces. The Rekali warriors continued pushing their way through the trenches, brutalizing and mesmerizing the enemy with vicious magical attacks.

Caspian fought tooth and nail against the enemy alongside the Alor of Clan Vereen, the newly declared Shukalar. The Young Warlock fought gripping Naast'Beskad his preferred weapon of choice replacing the witchblade which still sat on his hip. Caspian drove the butt spike into a republic soldier on one end dropping the man to the ground with a powerful stun blast while he drove the blade of Naast'Beskads current spear state into the mans leg, flash freezing his leg along with the armor. A powerful force enhanced kick shattered the mans leg sending him tumbling to the ground.

The Young Warlock drove the tip of the spear through each mans throat as he reached out to his cousin Mira who was on a quest for vengeance. While he worried for his cousin as he did for all his family, he trusted her skills, and wished he could be there alongside her getting justice for what the wretched [member="Ali Hadrix"] did to his aunt, and Mira's mom. "Come back this time. I know you'll give her the justice she deserves". Caspian said on a private com channel with his cousin, before ending the channel. He engaged the armored captain alongside Draco circling the man like a shark. Once Draco gave the order Caspian sprung in using the force to enhance his strength and deliver a powerful strike with the polearm to one of the mans legs. If it struck the blades flash freezing capabilities may flash freeze and possibly ruin a portion of the mans armor on his leg.

Loray Tares · Aug 24, 2016

Objective ->Beach Assault -> Space

Gear in bio
Allies: [member="Aver Brand"]
Mandalorian Allies: [member="Rach Vizla"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"]
Enemies: All those in space

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZKPpeuHvJk

He found purpose in momentum, the ever moving villain. Purchase from the hand flung, encountered from those who didn't know better. Nor would they ever. The war front chimed with the sounds of death blossoming throughout, one side imagining them hero or righteous being. The other feeling the very same. And here he stood, acquiescing to the fateful thirst that drove him so far from that mentality that it might as well have been the ledge he scurried across as a child, flinging him forever from this horizon. To never question footing again, he would find peace in freefall.

There were commands, or perhaps there were requests, to leave this field and join another. The anger had taken him, the boredom replaced with something else, and the steam rose in response. Tossing his weapon into the field of black smoke, he had let it take him, to find whomever he encountered first. Fortunately for his contract, his madness led him to a republic soldier who had also lost his way.

"Who...who's there?"

Loray smiled, red visor enhancing in intensity, as he looked upon the soldier and the soldier looked back. From a mind's eye, he imagined the pitch black tar coming to life with hatred and intent. And letting it consume him, he stood forward, only to remain within the blend. The soldier fired multiple rounds, piercing the haze for the moment, as smoke curled upon its wounds and healed. The man was shaky as he turned, listening to the screams and moans of battle, as Loray moved quietly around him. Pacing.

Come, Loray.

A snarl, it was the only word for his reaction. The arm gulped as it choked back the weapon, the soldier fleeing through the dark, as Loray was left without prize. This was no Ruusan. This was no Coruscant. And he felt the anguish of this apathy, this indifference on the battlefield. As if he were cursed to stand as totem, viewing but never participating. Clenching his fists in regret, he stepped out of the smoke to find Aver, standing and waiting for pickup. By command.

This will be worth my while, Aver.

There was no doubt or question in his mind. This endeavor would be fruitful for him, one way or another. Whether the door swung open or was blasted off the hinge, he'd step through it.

Preliat Mantis · Aug 24, 2016

[media]https://soundcloud.com/epitaph-records/the-menzingers-lookers[/media]

Location: West Beach, pushing inward
Objective: Survive
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Republic

Oh, how the tables turned. Forever and forever, turning. One moment, Preliat was pinned. Another, he was pushing upwards. Stray bolts came from above, creating just enough suppression for him to rush forward, rifle tucked under his arm. Blaster bolts came forth, but not towards him. Something behind him. Black smoke. It hit him in a wave, and then, he heard it.

Gobbles. The unending, unyielding gobbles.

Then, the shenanigans that followed the gobbling.

Preliat stood, as the chaos erupted around him. And he saw him. The man who would be king, @Ra Viszla, challenged by a mere girl. Preliat let his rifle hang by his sides, as tanks and Mandalorian warriors overtook the position he was in. He turned his head towards the sounds of the war behind him, then back to stare at his Mandalore. And for once, Preliat did not feel...loyal. He simply stared at the Iron Wolf, from the slightly elevated position on the beach. He looked around on the beach. So much death, so much chaos- for what? For nothing, really. They were here only to prove a point. Preliat looked at a dead trooper in the trench beside him, curled into a hideous position, lifeless and still in death. There was no peaceful rest for him. There was only fear in his eyes. A younger Preliat would have relished the combat, the rush of it all, but an older, weary Preliat knew that this was all fruitless, in the long run.

Then, he felt a familiar sensation. One that he had not felt in years. He wanted to...leave. Preliat glanced at the Mandalore again, before dropping his rifle into the dirt beneath him. The Wolf sat on the edge of the trench, a confused man in a confusing place. He reached up to his helmet, letting it pop off of his helmet. As the black smoke subsided enough for him to watch Mandalore and the rest of the invading Mandalorian army, he ran a hand through what little hair he had left. He let his feet dangle, and folded his hands, watching the Mandalore.

Truthfully, there was no need for Preliat to fight here anymore. He had already pushed into the beach far enough, and the idea of fighting inward, for a war that he did not wish to be in- for a people that he was growing disillusioned with- none of it made sense to him.

So he sat down, and watched. Just watched what was going to happen.

Funky Balor · Aug 24, 2016

Location: West Beach, Third Trench, staring down an nightmare
Objective: Beach Assault
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="Kaiden Rohn"] [member="Myles Savar"]

Gear:

Eukar'gam with funny boots
Grappling rope
Heavy Ripper
Jairi Edee (10 in a quiver on his back)
Jaian Bes'tratur

[youtube]https://youtu.be/kGEG4JiOqew[/youtube]

You seem to believe I'm bothered by the violence,
Or that is so easy force a signer to be silenced.
Mute my voice and there's a rhythm,
A death that's still unseen,
So let me help you understand
How the maestro sets this scene.

First, let me correct some ignorance,
But I have to cut y'all some slack.
Because Funky, the dancer,
Is also a Kitonak!

Now I admit the man's impressed
With your mighty force powers,
But how you gonna choke a Mando
That holds his breath for four hours?

So don't be surprised when you see the silhouette.
Cause the Phat Funky Mando ain't done with you yet.
Both arms raised high, still smiling under his helmet
I may not sing it out, but my life isn't well-spent,
So this bodacious blonde can now see as she stares down an enemy,
Two javelins flying towards her, one form each arm amazingly,
He ain't ambidextrous, but he built the things so oh yes,
He can compensate for range like you wouldn't believe this business.

Two Jairi Edee flying high and screaming like shriekhawks,
You can call em life day presents cause they'll tear open a pillbox,
So my apologies at theology that sounds like a tautology
But the Manda guides my hands, and my hands forge a eulogy!

As for the NPC's they didn't even notice the silence,
As the Men of clan Balor were making their own ultra-vioelnce.
They aim to hold the line against you northern hordes
Unthrough the fight unbalanced,
But I'm not shooting blanks,
It's a freaking song-steal challenge!

My superior soldiering methods and tactics may make you run for your life.
The skies filled with smoke as Ra aims to choke the Jedi dancing on edge of his knife,
This war may be the Rkeali's but Balor A'liit are no strangers to strife,
You think your a fearsome warrior, you should be fearful of Funky's ex-wife!

(OOC: As always, PM for any clarifcations. I'm eager to lead, and eager to bleed, to the point of scarification.)

Jessica Med-Beq · Aug 24, 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"]
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"]
Equipment: 2 grenades, bowcaster (primary), SI-74 anti-tank rifle (secondary), WESTAR Skirmisher armor

After Jessica heard over comms that Zeta Squad members were advised to find holes, she didn't even need to find holes: two turkeys exhausted themselves in pushing her down the hole while rolling her over. She lied flat on the ground at the bottom of a trench, and then she managed to kneel, hopefully being able to fire her bowcaster at more turkeys poring through the smoke before the magazine exhausted. However, the turkeys' exhaustion meant that the very mortars they carry could be easily targeted. Unfortunately, Jessica wasn't a space wizard so she couldn't push the mortars back on more suicide turkeys, but since Funky couldn't sing for a while, that was one less nuisance to deal with - while it lasts. And also the scene of air cover being finally dispatched, lifted the hearts of the other ground-level combatants. Mandalorians will pay it dearly that they used too many turkeys in one go. Some of the machineguns high up in the trees took out a good number of turkeys, while Jessica et al. took out another group.

"All right, it appears turkeys are coming out of the woodwork. And yet... there is that catatonic Mando right here, I'll aim at him!"

Jessica aimed at the joints of one [member="Preliat Mantis"]' armor, with the bowcaster, amid the beach endlessly filled with corpses. The smoke was still rather thick, she couldn't tell whether the green bolt hit the target or not. If Preliat survived that hit, he would feel pain in the legs, for a while, and he would be sent back in a medivac. So much death... Jessica couldn't know why she was there either; perhaps because Ringovinda StarYards had only two real enemies: the Sith factions. And yet, to Jessica, the Mandalorians, as a faction, were falling to the dark side of the Force. However, when she tried to fire another shot out of that bowcaster, she realized that she exhausted the power pack of her first bowcaster, throwing it at [member="Funky Balor"] in a fit of anger.

"Ouch! My bowcaster is out of ammo! Get me another bowcaster!"

"For the time being, just use your other gun!"

"Roger, roger"

Again, Jessica fired another shot in Preliat's general direction, using the SI-74, hoping that the blast from the particle beam would severely injure Preliat, and perhaps kill more Mandalorian soldiers around him outright. As the armor of his vode is getting peeled off, there was no telling what awaited Preliat himself.

Progflaw99 · Aug 24, 2016

Location: Western Outskirts, Royal City of Kashyyyk
Objective: Defend Against the Onslaught of the Mandalorian Clans
Allies: [member="Thoja Arlos"] [] Galactic Repubic
Enemies: [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [] [member="Ava Lok"] [] Mandalorian Clans
Post: (2)

-----O-----

Bryn'jarr had dove behind a tree for cover at the initial outset of the conflict, saving him from being the immediate target of any weapons fire but that didn't mean he went unseen. Quickly, before he'd even had the opportunity to ignite the lightsaber at his belt there was already flak flying. A slight motion in the corner of his eye caught his attention, a glint of metal gleaming in the air. instinctively he swung his arms forward and up, pushing up with his legs, sending him into a quick backflip away from the object that had come flying in his direction. As his body moved through the air he caught a glimpse of the small object as it hit the ground, erupting in a cloud of what appeared to be gas. He was fortunate his reflexes were so quick but it was likely he would not be so lucky again. As his toes touched down the tabi on his feet gripped the earth, his right hand clasping the hilt of his lightsaber. With a loud snap-hiss the bright blue blade ignited, held diagonally from hip to shoulder. His eyes scanned, noting where the grenade had come from. As the gas from the grenade appeared to expand his feet moved off to his right, away from the toxins. It already appeared he was outnumbered, he couldn't afford to fall victim to an airborne toxin if he wanted to live.

As rapidly took stock of the getting ever more chaotic surroundings, he saw Wookie after Wookie being brought down by all manner of weapons from slug throwers to laser rifles... some of the Mandalorians were even engaging them in hand to hand combat with swords. They were losing it appeared, many of the Wookies who remained upright starting to pull back towards the main part of the city. As he looked left, another Wookie fell, his fur matted with blood, torso shattered by slugs which tore right through his body. To his right, another, brought down with one fell swing of a sword. The tranquility that had so centered him moments before their ambush now gone, replaced with a quickly growing sense of despair. It was strange, as if a silence had come over him. He stood alone. More explosions erupted from further within the city but he did not look. The Zabrak's eyes were focused on who appeared to be the leader of the assault group he'd encountered. Calmly he lowered the tip of his blade. The fact that they hadn't shot him outright gave him a sliver of hope, but it was crushed as he looked beyond the Mandalorians... and saw more. The forces the Clans had brought to bear against the Republic were... well underestimated.

Standing in the open he glared at them as they slowly surrounded him, barrels all aimed at his chest. All he could hope for now was either a quick death, or perhaps a fight to the death... his only hope for survival to best one of them in combat. Would they even honor his request? He was but a padawan, perhaps that would encourage them to show leniency, though looking around him he thought that would not be the case. His eyes focused on the T-Visor of the one who appeared to lead the assault he spoke.

"Mandalorian. You have won this battle, and yet I stand here at your mercy. I am alone, but I am armed. Give me the honor of a good fight before my death, or if you fail may I escape this planet with my life. What say you?"

Arla Ordo · Aug 24, 2016

Location: Entering Royal City from the South
Objective: Twilight Raid
Allies: [member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Andy Rodarch"] | [member="Kronos Oda"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Buruk Surhaai"] |
Enemies: [member="Thoja Arlos"]
Gear in bio, carrying Sniper Rifle

Arla looked over at Ginnie, “No you won’t” She laughed, “I know you want to burn it down, I would like to blow it up but they are saying that only the Embassy can be burned down, and that’s if we can keep it contained, they want the city in tact”

Arla was a bit disappointed for the first time in a long time she felt like doing something more than shooting at the enemy. “Ok Ginnie, let’s see what we can find inside”
The fire inside the Embassy was not everywhere. There was a golden glow of fire only from a few of the higher floors, and below it. “We’ve got Vod inside so, we need be mindful of them too” Arla pulled her pistol keeping it close and level ready to fire, she entered through one of the doors on the ground level of the Embassy.

Heat sensors in her visor were no good due to the heat of the fire, comms were good still. She could hear some chatter as she moved.

Opening Comms herself as well she did a little broadcast on the Mando only frequency, “Anyone need help, Ginnie and I and a few of my strike team have just entered the embassy” It was like walking on egg shells careful, poking around corners.

Davon Karr · Aug 24, 2016

Location: Forests East of Royal City
Primary Objective: Twilight Raid
Allies: [member="Buruk Surhaai"] [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] [member="Titan Kryze"]
Enemies: [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Bryn'jarr Astaris"]

The quiet drops of blood falling from the hatchet than hung loose at this side. The rustle of leaves and creak of branches as the night wind howled through the forest. The last ragged breaths of a Republic soldier still clutching at his wounds.

All noise seemed to fade out together. Davon wasn’t certain if that was the truth, or just a shift in his perception. His focus went from his immediate surroundings after being honed to sharp for the raid on the sentry outpost. In the distance he could make out several lights of the Royal city.

The last of the droplets stopped falling. The wind fell still and the trees ceased complaining. The soldier stopped gasping and fell silent for the last time.

Davon found himself bringing his arm up instinctively against a brilliant flash ahead. The boom of the explosions followed. The silence was no more. The strike team coming up from beneath the city had clearly made their move.

Dropping to his knees, he unceremoniously wiped the blood of his hatchet on the trousers of the dead sentry. It was quickly fastened to his belt and he pulled his concussion rifle free. Comms silence had come to an end, which meant everyone’s suit was reporting their location. His situational awareness display showed Lorsima coming into the city limits from down low, and Buruk was already deep into it.

“Get high to a firing position. Let’s start picking off Republic soldiers. Look for any landing pads and take out any Republic vessels.”

Yasha Cadera · Aug 24, 2016

Location: West Beach
Objective: Save Daddy
Allies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Varien Moxla"]
Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Yasha clung to the side of the war droid and shut her eyes. "They're Ewoks, they're Ewoks, they're Ewoks..." She whimpered. Somewhere between the choking black smoke and the gobblegobblegobble, the Wookies gargled and one sounded like it had a bone stuck in its' throat. Their feet stomped into the clearing.

This was her chance! Take down a Wookie! Yasha shoved her pistol over her shoulder strap and pulled out the other gift she'd been given by [member="Isley Verd"]. The tomahawk was usually wielded one-handed by the adults, yet it fit Yasha as a two-handed cleaving axe. She jumped from the droid mount and ran at the Wookies from behind.

"OYAA---" Up, up, up, up and up went Yasha's tiny goggle-covered eyes. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!" The six year old screeched the horrifically high pitched shriek of a terrified little girl. She nearly dropped her axe, quite confusing the Wookies who hadn't seen something so small down on the ground at all.

"NOT EWOKS! NOT EWOKS! ABORT! ABORT!" Yasha screamed, running back toward her Daddy. She didn't care if he grounded her now. She didn't care if Mama gave her a lickin'. "STRANGER DANGER! I NEED AN ADULT!!!!"

Wookies were most especially, most assuredly not Ewoks. Her tomahawk went back onto its' back holster. She pulled out her blaster pistol.

The girl raced for her father's Beskar'kandar from behind. What was Daddy doing sitting on the ground? Didn't Daddy know the first rule of Life? 'Keep your feet waggling and your eyes peeping.' [member="Preliat Mantis"] was going to need so much looking after. Yasha scanned the horizon and saw [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] raising her Bowca-- bowowshmas-- big explody thing right at Daddy! Yasha ran.

"DADDY MOVE YOUR BUM!!!" Yasha screamed over both her little private Daddy/Mama/Yasha Comm and bellowing into the scenery. Levelling her pistol two-handed, the smallest Mando'ad'ika started firing wildly at [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]. Shots flung to Jessica's left, right, too high, too low, some right on the mark.

"Keep your bullets off MY DADDY!!!!!!!!" The blonde would die for looking at [member="Preliat Mantis"] funny. Or get maimed.

Yasha was most assuredly her mother's daughter.

The armour-less child kept firing until she exhausted her blaster pistol. It clanked against her back as she pulled loose the tomahawk. No more blaster bolts? She'd hack the blonde lady to pieces for daring to hurt her precious Daddy.

Rekali the Hutt · Aug 24, 2016

Location: West Beach heading to Third Trench
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"]
Equipment: Lightaxe, Custom-Fitted Rekali'gam, Totem of the Unfamiliar

When the Shukalar beckoned aid the men of Clan Rekali answered.

"Shukalar this is Rekali the Hutt. Zetta squad moving to aid Clan Balor." Rekali the Hutt answered the comm in heavily huttese-accented basic. Raising his Lightaxe he silenced the gobbles of the crew and then motioned it in a 60 degree angle forward, motioning to the bombastic Clan Balor. His squad, each covered in Rekali'gam made their way over, laying on cover fire for the Kitonak-lead Clan Balor. The Hutt himself slithered along, laying wasted to charging wookiees as they came to his squad. The beskar hilt of his lightaxe, formerly an illustrious gray, was now spotted and stained with red blood and charred fur.

"Funky, this is Rekali. We'll be at your aid in T-minus Seven minutes." The Hutt commed as he headed over. Wasn't Funky the Mandalorian with the meadery? He might be a good friend to have. All the more reason to help a fellow vod.

Ria Misrani · Aug 25, 2016

Location: Kashyyk → ~~Royal Embassy,~~ Command Center → Royal City
Allies: [member="Davon Karr"], [member="Buruk Surhaai"], [member="Aryn Spar"], [member="Anija Betna"], [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Kronos Oda"], [member="Titan Kryze"], [member="Arla Balor"]; Clan Betna
Enemies: [member="Thoja Arlos"], The Republic; ~~[member="The Gray Assassin"]~~
Objective: Twilight Raid
Post: 3 // ??

Buruk had his opponent, this much Lorsima could determine but there was too much going on for her to get to his aide. Not with the netcaster still spewing away in the center of the room, on average these things grew to about seventy-five centimeters. This thing? Twice that size, roughly a four and a half foot big spider with poison dripping from its mandibles. Cozy, ain't it? She heard one of her elder vod shout to pick off soldiers and destroy landing pads, and as she led the creature from the Embassy. Lorsima was just barely able to make out the distinct voice of the Togorian, keep the flames to the Embassy? She stopped and could see the smoke billowing, flames licking toward the sky.

And then the netcaster, Lorsima moved out of the way and looked behind her somewhere between the Embassy and deeper into the city. She was above the Togorian as it were but could only make out bits of furr and some beskar'gam from her vod. She grabbed her armor, plucking off her armor and ducked out of another poisoned charge. She spun, round and around and around until she looked to be a whirl and the netcaster tried to strike he missed but she didn't, her maul made contact with one of his eyes crushing it.

Lorsima continued to spin, striking him once, and then again the netcaster was furious, but so were the Wookiees who rushed for her, and the creature. While she may have been born of a lesser clan, Lorsima had been raised a warrior just like her vod. Vode an, vode an was the chant in her head as she swung her maul up this time, making contact with the fur of a Wookiee. He seemingly came from nowhere but had been flushed from another part of the city. Her boots making contact with the floors of the Royal City as she felt pain, the Wookiee struck her but the netcaster struck him.

It would seem that Ronan Viszla's team had been doing more than their share. Her head was still spinning from the Wookiee's sudden strike, he reached for her but the fast acting poison from the netcaster was making its rounds through his body, and she looked and found that her maul was not in her hand. Scrambling to her feet she rushed for it, for she may never have forged her own beskad - her maul, it was her beskad. It wasn't much but it did what it had to do, fingers gripping the pommel, as she got to her feet.

Hand on hand as she brought it up, and struck down onto the Wookiee, again, and again. She could feel her blood boiling and the battle rage as it began to kick into her blood. "Kyr'amur an!"

Kima Betna · Aug 25, 2016

Beskar Bevii'ragir (traditional Mandalorian hunting spear)
Mechamiri
Multiple vibroknives
Beskar Beskar'gam

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqKwozw9Tww

She was already berserk, even if she had placed chains on it for the moment. Unfortunately, the chains would only last so long and deep inside, the logical part of her mind knew those bonds were straining to hold herself in check.

The soldier ahead had reloaded, but held off hosing her down to save ammo. He knew she couldn't attack him with the shield in the way and he apparently didn't want to waste the ammunition. She shook the spear in her hands, less out of any need and more to simply give the muscles in her arms something to burn off the adrenaline with. She had to think, use her head. For once, brute force, rage, and sheer strength weren't going to get her through the day, at least not with this obstacle.

Think! She had to think! The Katag'ihr root muffled her thoughts, sending them astray in her own head. Something about personal deflector shields, some sort of weakness. She circled around more to the man's left as the fighting raged around. She remembered one of her clansmen talking about it, some sort of fight against a defensive installation or was it a ship? Something about a port.

The man twisted his torso around and let loose a string of shots. Most went wide, but the sudden motion caught her by surprise. A pair of bolts hit her, catching her in the breastplate and pauldron. The damage was negligible, but she'd felt the hits through the armor nonetheless and knew she was not only lucky, but going to be looking forward to a pair of nasty bruises tomorrow. Thankfully, she had seen the movement the man had telegraphed before firing.

That was it, the movement! Deflector shields stopped energy and physical objects. In order to fire, they needed a firing port of some kind or else the shots would simply impact on the inside of the shield. That was her opening. That was how she'd kill him.

She let the rage take over, but kept a firm hold on her plan. Hands moved and her grip on the spear changed, holding it overhand instead of underhand. It was a simple movement, but one that could win her the fight.

Sure enough, the soldier twisted and brought the weapon around. A second later, she saw the muzzle flash of the first bolt and knew she had to act fast. She let the first round hit her in the chestplate, the second glanced off the armor protecting her thigh, but it had given her just enough time to act.

She brought the spear over her head and snapped the arm forward as the third shot slapped into her hip between the armor plates on her torso. The bevii'ragir flew true and passed through the invisible port as the fourth bolt slapped into her midsection, knocking her backwards just before the fifth shot slammed into her shin and kicked a leg out from under her, taking her to a knee.

Under the arms, the joints, the neck. These were the most vulnerable parts of any armor. Any location that moved had to be lightly armored or else the wearer was immobile and, therefore, vulnerable as a whole. To turn to fire, the man had to twist his torso, exposing a few of these joints. They were small areas, the sizes of hands or maybe a man's palm, but at close range and for someone like Kima who regularly, almost religiously, trained with a spear, it was a simple, though risky attack.

The tip of the spear hit the soft area under the man's arm and, for a moment, Kima feared it would rebound. As the blade sunk into the material, a gush of blood spouted from around the weapon, dismissing her doubts. The throw had been true and powerful, fueled by her natural strength and the strength given to her by the chemicals of the Katag'ihr. Her spear stopped at the crosstrees, the haft shuddering slightly, but it needed to go no further. The trooper dropped to a knee, bright crimson flowing from the great wound in his side before slumping to the ground. The suit shut down for, what Kima could only guess, the trooper to receive medical attention for the catastrophic injury he'd sustained. The shield deactivated and Kima stood after a moment.

Her leg was a bit wobbly and she felt the familiar sensation of wetness running down her abdomen and leg. The two bolts that had hit her side and midsection had burned through the armorweave undersuit and left a moderate injury in both areas. A quick assessment told her she could fight on, but that she couldn't take another round of hits like that.

Stepping over to her fallen enemy, she yanked the spear from the dead man's torso. She ignored the fighting around her for a moment and felt a small spark of logic, a gift from the back of her mind. She knelt down and carefully took the spear in her hands before adjusting the dead trooper's body to get a clear angle.

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A few minutes later, she pulled herself atop the parapet of the trenchworks where all could see, heedless of the danger such a move posed. She held her spear aloft and high above the fighting warriors and soldiers, her armor covered in blood, both hers and her enemies'. With a feral roar, she waved about the trophy she had taken from the foe that had nearly defeated her.

Atop the head of the bevii'ragir was the severed head of the trooper she'd defeated still encased in the helmet of his powered armor.

The tide wasn't turning.

The Mandalorians were the tide.

Naast Kot · Aug 25, 2016

The Beach Assault
East Beach
[member="Ra Vizsla"] | Naast Kot | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Arumi Zy"] | [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Funky Balor"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"] | [member="Varien Moxla"] @ Any one else who is strictly on the East Beach.
Enemies: Anyone who wants to fight me!
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

The Taung swiveled his head. The ongoing waves were pushing forward, combating the Republic forces as they took meter by meter the very ground they fought upon.

At this point, there was no sense in using his ML-1. No, if this is how it was going to be, he wanted to get up close and personal. So he holstered the ripper, and in its stead the hiss of his Beskad sliding out of its sheath was a satisfying sound to the Taung’s ears.

Blade would clang against a blaster rifle stock, and a massive body would use its strength to cast off the mere Republic shoulder daring to block his path. Like a scythe, it whistled in the air, before making contact. A subsequent thud hit the deck, as the still twitching body fell face first.

Was this what the Republic had? Mere slips of girls and weak soldiers?

Vilaz Munin · Aug 25, 2016

Beach Assault
Location: Forest ---> Outer City
Allies: [member="Briik Tor"], [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member=Bendak Orden"], [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Marus Lok"]
Enemies: Republic and Friends
Gear: Still the same

The insignificant and pathetic forces that had the courage to shoot at the Vanguard and the Crusaders were absolutely nothing. Most Mandalorian helmets if not all was military grade. The heads-up-display in their helmets helped them to eliminate each and every Wookie and Republic soldier that hid in the trees and natural elements of Kashyyyk one by one. The Akaan remembered how much the Galactic Republic gloated being better than the Mandalorians in every field at the Invasion of Roche, and Vilaz had to admit they were better...better at losing and dying. The Mandalorians were the apex predator when it came to warfare and that was being shown right here on the homeworld of the Wookies.

The Clansmens of both Verd and Munin weren't besieged by their enemies and no proximity missile had exploded within the vicinity of the Vanguard and Crusaders. No, none of that happened at all. Were Vilaz and Isley sustaining casualties? Yes, they were but they were mininimal and low casualties unlike the Republic that were sustaining casualties every passing second at a high pace.

The Alor of Clan Verd reached out to the Munin via commlink and said something about performing a magic trick right here in the audience of the Mandalorians and the Galactic Republic. Vilaz knew very well that Isley was highly regarded Warlock in Magick and the Force, but he hadn't seen all of his tricks. The Concordian didn't have to worry about providing cover for the Warmaster because the "dangers" they were facing weren't that serious and not to be concerned about. As the Warlock finished his incantation and hurled a spear at the Republic. Suddenly something strange happened to the forces they were facing. A gunner manning the main cannon of one of the AT-TE walkers fired a shell directly at the legs of the leading Walker which took away all its mobility and caused several casualties aboard the vehicle. This was apparently Isley's trick and it was efficient. The same fate would happen to other All Terrain tanks if the controlled gunner wasn't eliminated at the spot; however, there were other gunners that the leader of the Crusaders could control whether the one he was possessing was executed or not.

"Forward," the Akaan ordered to Crusaders and Vanguard alike as they began to march towards the outer city if Kachiro now that the poor and little ambush party of both the Republic and the Wookies produced no pulse and didn't inhale any breath. They began to march towards the outer city, their basilisks clearing a path for themselves and firing at the walkers that was between them and the outer city of Kachiro with their laser cannons and pulse cannons while Isley continued his magic trick.

They were nearing the city and nearing to victory.

Ginnie Dib · Aug 25, 2016

Location: Entering Royal City from the South
Objective: Twilight Raid
Allies: Ginnie Ordo | Mia Monroe | Andy Rodarch | Kronos Oda | Aryn Spar | Buruk Surhaai | Wembley the Tuk'ata
Enemies: Thoja Arlos
Gear: Beskar'gam, Yoash Lightsaber, Blaster Carbine, Beskad

"If we can keep it contained?" The firestarter laughed. "Well that's a silly 'if' with me around. Why didn't you say so? Smothering fire is way totally easy." Ginnie said, clapping her hands and the fire pillars around her puffed into nothing but clouds of trailing smoke going up, up, up toward the atmosphere. Containment? Daddy [member="Ordo"] taught her that one! 'Course he kinda had to after she near blew herself up... and then there was her Forge, and the barn.... eheh.

It struck the seventeen year old (as she stepped into the Embassy a footstep before her sister. Yay!) that [member="Arla Balor"] wasn't used to fire, that many of the Mandos might not have experience picking life signs out of the flames. Ginnie whistled and Wembley rushed into the Embassy, scouting out and sniffling, yipping and growling back to Ginnie with information.

"Bio-signs in fire blip as pale green, blue and red in IR. Look for mottled pillars in the flame. Look low, if they're stuck inside, they're usually huddling down close to the ground, where the air hasn't been used up, yet." Reaching forward, Ginnie saw Wembley growl and snap.

"Over there!" She spread her hands in front and pushed them outward, quelling a lane in the fire for the Mando'ade to get through. She ran for the lifesigns Wembley found and stuttered to a stop. A Wookie mother was pinned under fallen debris. Her child, not much taller than [member="Yasha Mantis"] raised up its' fists and bleated. "She must have gotten stuck at the Embassy!"

Ginnie clicked her tongue and Wembley stopped growling at the pair. The mother pulled her child into her arms, trying to stuff the youngling behind her. Scanning their surroundings to ensure the debris wasn't load bearing, Ginnie unleashed her lightsaber, flicked on the beam and sliced through the debris. The Wookie bellowed. She hugged her child. Ginnie put her lightsaber back, raised her hand and telekinetically pushed the remaining debris off the female and child. She spoke out loud, and with a hand to her buy'ce, opened a telepathic channel to the Wookie female in case she didn't understand Basic.

"We're here to stop the Republic, not hurt Wookie families. Get out of the Embassy. Stay in the Royal City. Collect all the Wookies and children you can and keep them in the Royal City. Mando'ade do not hurt children. We admire the Wookies, you're warriors like us. Proud people. We're here to stop the Republic and make it answer for war crimes. If you are unarmed and stay inside the City, you'll be safe. Pass this on. Everyone on Kashyyk should know what's happening here. This is freedom, not tyranny. Go!"

The Wookie groaned, clicked and bleated, picking up her child and stumbling out of the burning Embassy. Audio enhancements on her buy'ce told Ginnie that the Wookie was shouting at the top of her lungs outside, the clicks and bleats rising through the Wookies who remained in their homes.

Ginnie looked upward as [member="Aryn Spar"] said to contain the flames. A thud, creak, thud, creak flickered on her buy'ce's audio enhancements. Someone was... stomping? Falling?

"Arla, I think they need me out there!" Racing out to [member="Aryn Spar"] and [member="Kronos Oda"], Ginnie skidded to a halt as she saw [member="Kronos Oda"] bellyflop on the flames.

The teen burst out laughing. "Oya burc'ya! Watch my six while I'm busy!" She called to Kronos. Levelling her hands with her shoulders, Ginnie planted her feet, pulled her arms in toward her chest and inhaled. Pause, two, three. 'The fire isn't in control, Gin'ika. You're in control, when you want to be. You have to demand it. Same as when you're working Beskar and you have to be un-intimidatable, unwavering, firm. Plant your feet, be unyielding in your vision and act.' 'I'll remember, cyare'buir. Promise.'

Memory was a powerful inducer into ability. Ginnie paused in the memory of Ordo teaching her control, then flung out her hands and exhaled. The flames licking toward the city flickered, wavered, dimmed. The closest fires to Ginnie went out first, the extinguishment radiating from the teenaged Rally Master and Force Knight around the Royal City. The Wroshyr tree slowly stopped burning.

The Embassy remained aflame. Ginnie pulled deeper into herself, arms working to tug the flames from homes and branches of the Wroshyr tree and maintain a pillar of fire behind her, which she fed onto the Embassy blaze. The fire, which had been red began to blaze in oranges, yellows, flickers of white. The heat radiating outward grew.

Ginnie could concentrate on nothing but the flames, lest she have one heck of a terrible oops.

Thank Manda nobody could see her sweat under her buy'ce and Beskar'gam.

Jessica Med-Beq · Aug 25, 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"]
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"]
Equipment: 2 grenades, bowcaster (primary), SI-74 anti-tank rifle (secondary), WESTAR Skirmisher armor

Despite her young age, [member="Yasha Mantis"] did manage to land a hit on Jessica or two, mostly glancing. But before she collapsed from the hit, she did manage to fire another SI-74 shot at the joints of other turkeys. By now she felt enough pain not to be able to get up and fire as fast as she would with a normal bowcaster, and still having nine or ten shots inside the SI-74, as well as a replacement LSAT180 Trandoshan magazine, Because she heard in the distance the enemy taunts to the east that the Mandalorians had it all too easy, it appears that the Mandalorians were facing uneven resistance at best: the East Beach had comparatively little Wookiees compared to the West Beach, but the West Beach was where all the turkeys were at. But on the other hand, West Beach was having much more enemy casualties. Turkeys, Mandalorian soldiers, enemy vehicles. But Jessica didn't concede defeat against an underage girl: she would just have to fight differently now that she took a hit in the left shoulder.

"I'm hit! I'll just lie in a crawling position to fire at groups of turkeys and other Mandalorian vode"

"We'll soon be facing enemy reinforcements from the east! The enemy will soon break through East Beach!"

"Stand fast! No matter what happens, if we need to retreat, at least fight while we fall back!"

"Vowaarrrk" a Wookiee warrior growled.

"That's a lot of Mandalorians here..."

The Wookiees may simply enter a state of feigned retreat: they knew the trees and their dense foliage better than their hired Republican help, where they would retreat and let the Mandalorians give them chase among the woods. But the enemy had the advantage of thermal vision: Jessica's weapon generated massive amounts of heat when fired so she can use the weapon to cover a Wookiee retreat if such was the case. Yet how long would it take her to recover and be able to retreat? Or would she simply be trampled upon by the Mandalorian implements and then she would stand up, rise and fight, catching them off-guard on West Beach? How would the Republican army withdraw in good order in these conditions? And Jessica saw, looming into the horizon, Mandalorian reinforcements from all around her field of view. Ouch, that was going to hurt, and what survivors there were in the third trench line would have to retreat towards the outer city and retreat in good order, if at all possible.

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