The Return of the Mandos (Mandalorian Dominion of Serenno)

[Strider Garon]

Serenno was a beautiful planet, covered with ocean’s and rich rain forests that one could get lost in for weeks. The thought brought images of home to Strider, grabbing essentials and just walking off into the abysse of outbacks on Mandalore. Maybe one day the old warrior shall do the same here, take a walk about just for the sake of getting lost. No Galactic pressure baring upon old worn shoulders. Just pure survival and the thrill of keeping alive where nothing more on your mind then food and shelter.

“Marshal!” The mandalorian second in command interrupted Strider who was staring out the view port of the transport’s cockpit. “Serenno forces have mobilized"


"Here we are again, this time they won't give in to just words" Strider grinned. It was time to give those smug bastards a whoopin anyways.

"Launch the attack!"

 

[Talise Skirata]

[member="Strider Garon"]

The Mandalorian stealth bomber (whatever they were called) went through their final checks as Talise climbed into the pilot seat and activated her engines.

"Skirata to M1-A9, run final checks. Prepare for trafficking." She said through her helmet's speakers.

She checked her systems and connected her helmet to the ship's on board computer as she prepared to go on their bombing run of the secret Sereno death camps that someone failed to destroy the first time through.

"Bleep beep bloop bleep" the droid replied stating it's checks were finished and they were ready to go.

"Good work. Command this is Initiate Skirata we are ready to deploy." she said as she waited for the signal to begin bombing run.

Soon the green light was given and they activated their stealth systems and exited the carrier to head for the planet below.

 

[C3-G8 "Gate"]

C3-G8 maneuvered his ship through the Mandolorian fleet. He had only just dropped from hyperspace and was linking up with fleet command to coordinate his attack. " Fleet command, this is C3-G8. i have formed up along side the fleet and await deployment orders." He checked the power readouts and pushed the power relays up towards maximum output. The droid understood that he could run his ship in the red a lot longer than any living being could, but he still needed to be careful, one wrong move will still cause a catastrophic event, destroying him in the process. He feed power to the weapons and shields and began a calculation on how many hits he could sustain before shield failure caused him to either withdraw from the engagement or cease to exist.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Waiting with ground troops for deployment
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Serreno..-ians?

La was going through her usual pre-battle checks. Make sure the armour was all in top shop and on properly. Check the HUD, make sure all sensors and systems were working properly. Check her weapons, they were old and touchy and needed more care than most, but oh how they got the job done. Make sure most of her spare pouches, pockets etc were filled with extra ammo. With no additional ammo she only had about 90 shots between the two guns. Not nearly enough for a sustained firefight. Also the reason she rarely used the auto-fire functions.

Sit, wait. That was the worst. When you'd checked and rechecked everything and you finally had to just be still and wait. Such was the life of a ground pounder. You went where you were sent, when you were sent. It was a lot of waiting with brief periods of intense life or death action. Still, thus far it had been life for her and death for her enemies, hopefully this engagement stuck to that pattern.

She grinned briefly, helmet upside down between her knees. Comm chatter turned up enough that she could pick out keywords. 'Course when you had a bunch of grunts in one place waiting to go, it was pretty obvious when the GO came down from on high. Gallows humour was no stranger to the Mando. As far as she figured, in this line of work, Death couldn't concern you too much or you'd never get anything done. You dealt it our and one day it came for you, that was the long and short of it. No point getting your short and curlies in a know over it.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: In space
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Serenno military forces

Aedan Miles sat on the bridge of the lead Dire-class Patrol ship his eyes looking down on the planet of Serenno his job was to land his forces behind the Serenno forces and attempt to trap them between the Mando'ade and his highly trained men. He had two other Dire-class patrol ships with him both manned by his men and being lead by two of his closest friends [member="Judas Zambrano"] and [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]. They were going to land on either side of his ship and flood out to attempt and divide the attention of Serenno forces. Turning he nodded as his coms officer activated their comms unit and he waited for the visage of Field Marshal [member="Strider Garon"] to come up. Once Strider had answered Aedan nods to him and grins lightly as he calmly states. "My forces are approaching the planet now we will land behind the Serenno forces once you have engaged them and in this way pin them between us."

 

[Judas Zambrano]

Location: In space
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Serenno military forces

Judas waited in the dropship surrounded by his company of droids, he felt uncomfortable around the human troops that the Shadow Dynasty had taken to using. They had become something of a nuisance as his training with Kezeroth had begun having an effect on Judas. He had slowly started becoming more blood thirsty, everyone looking like a fresh meal to him. Their heartbeats pulling him closer and drawing his undivided attention. Just the thought of sinking his teeth into a nice women set Judas on edge. A shiver retreating down his spine he kept his head down and basked in the silence that filled the dropship. That's the best part of having droids as your companions. There was no constant chatter or fear of death. No bonding, just pure silence and obedience. "Judas Zambrano reporting in." Judas said towards [member="Aedan Miles"]. The knew leader of the shadow dynasty, his new charge to protect. Someone he'd have to shadow, and sometimes even fill in for. Hopefully he could talk sense to this king.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

War, war and more war. It would never end really, The fighting all had a purpose in the end. This alliance would be forged through blood and combat. The best types of bonds were created in stressful situations and times. With the Galaxy in chaos and strange events occurring about now was the time to forgive others and combine in force. Things would never be the same, Nothing lasts forever. It amazed the Armored Gen'dai how much faith [member="Aedan Miles"] put into this alliance for support. Due to a agonizing and painful past the Gen'dai did not trust anyone, in fact few were close to him and he trusted.

Still under the effects of the nether portal, Kezeroths mind was clear as day still. No more voices, No more insanity & a raw connection to the force. It would not last forever his instincts told him that much. There was a chance he would revert back to his normal self and once again become insane. A bloodthristy animal with no tactics, The thought scared him slightly. As the drop ship shook, Kezeroth jump slightly and snapped out of his train of thought.

" How can we speed this alliance up? Surely we are still only proving ourselves to the mandalorians..." he grumbled to [member="Aedan Miles"] and glanced at [member="Judas Zambrano"]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
@C3-G8 "Gate"
[member="Talise Skirata"]
[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Waiting with ground troops
Allies: [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Strider Garon"] @C3-G8 "Gate"
Enemies: Serrnnoians

Back again with his vod in arms, It had been all too long. Roaming the Galaxy as a Beast tamer and Bounty Hunter was fun but being with his culture was were he belonged at heart. Equipped with his Beskar Armor and SBR-24 Destruction Rifle nothing was too much of a challenge for him, but an army? Even Shiro wasn't Immortal. To clear his name and reputation with the mandalorians Shiro needed to aid them in this fight to reclaim Serrennno. His past was a scar that would always be there but redemption would always be nearing. This was part of his Redemption. Holding his Mandalorian helm under his right arm, the old warrior inspected his brothers and sisters before the battle. His face like stone and hardened from past battles, Eyeing one specifically Shiro walked over to her [member="Werdla Dardalab"] and nodded to her. Standing across from her the old warrior raised his hand and swept his long black hair to the side and over to his left shoulder. " Back on Huuran Kal in times of Old, The longer your hair the more Honor and respect you were given. If you were defeated your hair would be cut and cast aside." he smirked and whistled loud.

Stomping could be heard in the distance and soon the beast that caused all the noise could be seen. A near extinct animal called a Storm Lord, Massive, strong and loyal to Shiro alone. Many Mandalorians stared for quite soem time before looking away from the tamed monster. " I am Shiro.. and this is Dage. I look forward to fighting with you on the field." he stated and put his helmet on, making sure to let his hair have room to flow as it pleased.

 

[Cennika Hawk]

Location: In Space

And so they went, from one world to the next, the task changing from aid to subjugation of one sort or another. She wasn't certain how she felt about the way things were being done here - surely there was a better manner, but she also wasn't sure how adept the Mando'ade were at negotiation. The culture was one of war, at least traditionally, from her understanding... but she didn't wish to make assumptions. Perhaps... 'I feel I must endeavour to understand the ways of your people better, Naimes Ahn-Dross,' and there it was, out in the open amidst the bustle of men and women preparing to go planetside.

Her brow furrowed. This was what they trained for, what they were raised for from the earliest age, was it not? It was different from the culture she came from, where she was bonded to a rancor, and made to learn what her mother taught but such knowledge was forgotten on purpose. It felt... fundamentally wrong to her once-young mind. That rancor of hers became sick and died and with her self-imposed exile for so many years, she did not bother to try and bond with another rancor, or anything or anyone other than a rancor, 'since I find myself spending so much time amongst them.'

[member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Aboard Command ship
Objective: Conquer Serenno
[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Judas Zambrano"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] @C3-G8 "Gate" [member="Talise Skirata"]

Strider rose from his appointed command seat aboard the Fleet Flag ship The Mythosaur’s Pride. “Open comms!" Strider ordered the mix crew of mandalorians and auxiliary personal that flooded the bridge with necessity. Moments later Strider had direct communication to the entire task force. "Launch the fighters and bomber squadrons. I want Air Superiority while our ground forces begin to work on their hired help" The Field Marshal commanded.

Strider and the fleet would hold position till all applicable forces, air and ground had debarked from the capitol ships before manoeuvrings the mandalorian fleet to engaged the Serennoian defense force and the mercenaries they had hired. He should have done this the first time around instead of wasting hours of his life held up in tedious and insulting diplomatic talks with the counts. Especially one very old man that needed his skull crushed. But here they were, the man power to place boot to ass on this pompous world.

"Give em hell!"

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Waiting with ground troops--> Drop Pod ---> Serenno engaging mercenaries
Allies: Ground Troops, Mandos, [member="Shiro De'Vol"]
Enemies: Mercenaries

La looked up in slight surprise as [member="Shiro De'Vol"] approached her and started chatting about hair.

"I just cut mine when my helmet stops fitting.."

Hair was not a matter that La spent much time thinking about. Or uh.. Any, really. It cushioned her helmet in a convenient fashion? That was about the extent of it. Dage was more interesting, and the girl eyed him curiously.

"Werdla of Clan Dardalab. Same to you. I'll watch your back if you watch mine vod!"

It was half a joke of course, if they were assigned to the same squad they would all be watching each others backs. Suddenly the silence was interrupted.

"BURUK SQUAD! IN THE DROP POD! GOGOGOGO!"

The army hall bellow went out, and La was on her feet with her assigned squad of 19 other Mandos.

"Ehehehe, Danger Squad. Pewpew."

She commented quietly to herself, putting her helmet on her head and adjusting the volume to more reasonable levels. She moved with the rest, one suit of armour in a sea of mismatched armour. She still had no idea who the rest of them were, though she'd begun to match HUD IFF codes to suits of armour at least. Packed into the drop pod like sardines in a can, strapped in shoulder to shoulder, they waited.

But not for long.

With a hiss and a clank mere moments after the ramp rose and the door sealed, the drop pod was free falling. It had a rudimentary engine, but that was only engaged if they were deployed off course. For the most part, it did exactly what you would expect. Dropped. A lot of people didn't like them. The gravity compensator's were sub par at best, and your stomach was usually in your throat. It was definitely a ride you didn't want to do without armour and a seatbelt of three. La thought they were great fun! And had the added bonus of meaning you were going behind enemy lines where there were lots of things to shoot. The current one would be extra squishy if Dage was in here too, but the ride wasn't that long, so as long as Shiro had good control of him and he didn't eat anyone it should be fine.

They were only one of many drop pods of course, but they were spread out to cause the most damage to enemy lines before converging. Which meant exiting would be instant firefight. They were lucky though, the drop pod landed right side up, the often didn't.

La had carefully made sure she was near the ramp and as soon as it started descending she was out, riot fun barking and laying down suppressive fire until her comrades could get out and to cover. Behind enemy lines, surrounded by hired mercs. This was going to be a good day.

 

[C3-G8 "Gate"]

C3-G8 heard [member="Strider Garon"] give the order and his photoreceptors picked up the many ships dropping away from the fleet. Had he a mouth he probably would have smiled, but all he could do was tilt his head as he ran through his selection of probable intercept paths that the enemy fighters would take. He chose the most likely one and turned his ship towards the projected path of danger. He was well aware that while he was a Mandolorian, he wasn't actually alive. His job was to ensure that as many of his brothers survived this engagement as possible. His sensors picked up the enemy fighters approaching from the planet and he adjusted his power levels to adjust for the increased usage of weapons and shields. A green light on his control panel let him know that his laser cannons were fully changed, his metallic hand gripping the control stick tightly, one finger poised to pull the trigger.

 

[Talise Skirata]

The sounds of communications chatter exploded into existance as her stealth squadron entered an approach vector. The bomb bays of the Resol'nare ships opened silently as they neared the Serenno death camps that had been missed during the last Mandalorian occupation. Her eyes emotionless, her face like stone as they neared the camps out buildings.

"Hit their barracks and hanger first offices if we can." She said coldly, "we'll clean up survivors after their defenses are down."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Serenno - Main Strike Force
Objective: Kick shebs, let some other schmuck worry about names
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Talise Skirata"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" | [member="Werdla Dardalab"] | [member="Cennika Hawk"] | [member="Shiro De'Vol"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] | [member="Judas Zambrano"]

Ijaat was suited in his massive tank like armor awaiting deployment in a drop ship. There was the usual pre battle check, over weapons and armor systems. Awe flowed from his vod at the suit he wore, almost like a sensation he could taste. They had all seen what the suit was capable, and there was no small amount of fear as the mag clamps on his back hissed to unleash the hammer, which fell towards the deck before being swiftly caught and lifted to rest on his shoulder with a whine of servos in his shoulders and elbow. Care was put to not impale himself on the rather nasty backspike of the hammer.

While the hammer was seated to his shoulder, he clamped his shield to his left arm, checking the clamps and straps, tightening them and checking the load out and strain on the suit. So many things to keep track of! Feeling the ship shudder, he smiled broadly and planted his feet, shunning grabbing a railing as others did as he just stood planted like a titan and ignored the gravity. The time was coming.

 

[Daedel]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Cennika Hawk"] (I know your not right there)

With her sisters she sat mounted upon their Rancors. Her mount, Tempesta Cacciatore, grunted at the Mandalorians as they waited to begin and growled openly at the Allyans that occupied the other end of the hanger. She smiled as she looked across at them and leaned forward to pat her Rancor's head and assure him she understood.

"Shh my love, you'll scare the children." She said referring to the other witches, "We can save their mounts from service to the weak after we help the Iron Skins."

Her sharp hazel eyes twinkled with mischief as she spoke something in their dialect to her clan sisters, few as they were, and gained a string of laughter in response. Soon the huge troopship opened and the witches were given leave to enter in teams of fours as they couldn't fit more of the huge rancors in at once.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Location: The Assault Fleet; Space

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...Serenno was an odd case. It'd been apart of the Mandalorian sphere once before however after this most recent event shredded the galaxy it was left independent again. Now Serenno seemed to be willing to defy Manda'lor though whether this was by design or some outside manipulation was unknown. The Primeval were making waves through this sector of the galaxy though so it was completely possible that they could have influenced the natives of Serenno to rebel against the Mandalorians. By the time the fleet had come out of hyperspace around the planet Naimes Ahn-Dross had dressed in his beskar'gam. The Armor glistened with an almost inky light due to the shadowskin that had been applied to it when it was created making it easier for Naimes to blend in with the darkness...

...eyes wavered to Cennika Hawk who stood nearby, he turned his head and replied to her calmly..."The Mandalorians are a simple people. Their main purpose is to spread their culture throughout the galaxy."...they could have been taking about anything, perhaps even doing so over a drink or meal, however they were talking about Manda'lor in the hangar of ship and surrounded by men and women pledged to the clans..."War is a part of their culture but there is much more. Language, family, honor. All these things make up the culture too."...Naimes hadn't been born into the culture he converted, willingly, roughly a decade ago or a little over and he had never looked back. The Galaxy oft only saw the Warriors of Manda'lor which clouded their perception to some extent. Both a weakness for outsiders as well as the culture itself Naimes thought...

...there would be more time to talk of the culture later though. Right now they were upon the eve of battle. He checked that Longtooth was in its place, sheathed across his back with the hilt extending up over his right shoulder, then ensured that his Combat Shotgun was function and fully loaded. Once that was down he shifted, turning towards Cennika, he'd face her squarely..."Serenno is beautiful world. Its oceans are vast and its forests stretch endlessly. We'll stay awhile once this done. There's been enough fighting for awhile."...Naimes didn't want to fight all the time but he was a soldier, a good one too or else he'd never have been made a Rally Master, however he knew the necessity of fighting for his people. If he did not fight and win there were others far more brutal than the Mandalorians that would and no one wanted that...

...there was a pause and then he looked at Cennika, a thin smile touching the corners of his mouth..."Tell me, Cennika Hawk, have you ever been in a drop pod?"...​

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[member="Cennika Hawk"]

 

[Cennika Hawk]

While he gave the most basic of explanations, her soft, violet eyes slipped over the hard inkyness of his armour. So there was more than what she had seen. Much more, two simple words that pulled the ends of her lips in a positive way and stoked her curiosity further, as did the manner of the one next to her spoke to something that belied the view that the sons and daughters of Mandalore were fit only for war and conquest. Still, whether that was particular to him or if it could be found in others amongst his people remained to be seen. The front of war was hardly the best place to make the most accurate observations of such things.

He turned square-on to her, and with this those eyes of hers found his face as they so often did. There were so many worlds, so many stars she did not know before accepting that invitation to leave Myrkr, and already her knowledge had grown by a few more simply because of that step. If Serreno was beautiful as he said, then she would very much like to take the time to know it. How many more worlds did he know? To claim that she did not wish to pick through every mote of what was contained in his mind would be the falsest of words. The way the corners of her mouth pulled just a little more upward said quite simply that she found the thought of staying awhile agreeable.

'I... have not,' and her brows lifted just a little, her thoughts accounting for the fact that she had only ever been in a transport, on a rancor, and in any other vessel that she had been in since the start of her time in his company. She wasn't quite certain what a drop-pod was, but... 'are they at all similar to the drop-ships we rode into Yavin?' it could easily be seen why she might think so.

The smile he wore, though thin, was not left unnoticed.

[member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"]

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: On the ground behind enemy lines assaulting shield station
Allies: Buruk Squad, Mandos, [member="Shiro De'Vol"]
Enemies: Mercenaries
Objective: Take shield station, lower shields


Establishing set battle lines was not always the best tactic when your opponent could literally drop in behind them. Much of the mercenaries lines were protected with shields, but the simple fact of the matter was that they were just trying to defend too much ground. The cities, space ports, a few private residences. Add to that the fact that it looked as if the people of Serenno didn't seem to want the mercenaries on their streets any more than necessary and had them ringing their cities rather than employing street to street guerilla tactics and they were almost gauranteed to lose.

Well. That wasn't fair. There were lots of them, and they had all the best toys. They would almost certainly have won against a casual attackers. The Mandos were anything but casual however.

Buruk squad had been dropped behind the first line of mercenaries defending a shield station. If the shield station could be taken, the Mandos could drop the shield defending the city it looked as if the head mucky-muck was entrenched within. Or that was the word on the comms anyway. Intelligence could change at any moment however, war was by nature chaotic, and very rarely static.

There were temporary durasteel barricades erected, and a few enterprising individuals had even dug fox holes. Nether knew why. Probably their commanders wanted them to work off excess energy. There were the usual E-webs and even one or two E-WEM Turrets. It'd take a few minutes adjusting before they could fire at Buruk Squad who were in much closer than anticipated. The mercenaries at the first line and those behind the durasteel barricades of the second had no such troubles however. Once their surprise was over they opened up fire on the Mandos.

As La and a few others with heavier guns laid down as much cover as they could, some of the others tossed grenades into the nearby foxholes. Taking them would provide the squad with some cover so they could focus fire and have at least one direction that wasn't raining blaster fire at them. A few people took shots to the armour, and the odd grunt was carried over the comms as well as the usual tense reports, but no serious casualties had been suffered so far.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Hangar Bay; Drop Pod

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..."Not exactly."...came the response that was offered after Cennika had questioned whether or not a Drop Ship was similar to a Drop Pod and the way Naimes answered her had been wreathed in the faintest amount of mirth that might alert Cennika to the fact that she could be in for a treat. Tucking his helmet underneath his left arm Naimes would shoulder his Combat Shotgun via a strap before directing Cennika to accompany him while offering her a bit of insight..."According to intelligence Serenno has mobilized mercenary forces meant to hold us at bay. We'll be dropping behind enemy lines in a forested area."...those were the basics. As for the rest Naimes could only assume that his role, as well as Cennika's would be to assist the main battle group by incapacitating enemy patrols and auxiliary units. Simple enough unless they ran into surprises...

...while he'd been speaking Naimes lead Cennika towards the Hangar Bay of the ship they were on and then towards a group of several large, cylinder shaped, metallic transports that were held in place via magnetic locks. Otherwise they'd have fallen through the hull of the hangar bay towards their destination below. There was nothing to worry about though. It was completely safe to board them. Looking towards Cennika he would have offered her his hand after moving up a tall step onto a ramp of the Drop Pod so that he could assist her in doing likewise. It wasn't that Naimes thought she needed assistance rather it was tricky the first time around...

...once they were on board the Drop Pod proper it was matter of choosing a seat. There were six seats in total. One for Naimes. One for Cennika. Four for Mandalorian Troopers who'd be joining them on this mission. Naimes had ensured Cennika would be sitting across from him and he'd motion towards her seat..."Don't let your head get ahead of you. I'll talk you through the transition if you need my help."...he made it sound like the trip to the surface of the planet might be somewhat nerve wracking if you'd never done it before but it couldn't be that bad. Could it? As he took his seat Naimes would strap himself, set his helm to once side where it would be retrievable once they made land and lean back before inhaling deeply. Gazing across towards Cennika he'd have focused on her..."Just look at me."...he'd advise her, his eyes searching for her own so that he could hold them in place once they'd discovered one another, then his hand would reach for a lever beside his head while the ramps of the Drop Pod closed all around them leaving only artificial light to illuminate the spaces between them..."Ready?"...​

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[member="Cennika Hawk"]

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Location:
Allies: [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] @C3-G8 "Gate" [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Anyone not a vode, all the Greater House of Serenno
Objective: Personal

Knowing this lay out even without using the build in navigation system in her visor. All she saw a head of her was enemy of the Mandorians. They needing to be put out of their misery. That being the made goal, under that all she had her own personal revenge that would be served out this very day. Even know she was pushing forward seeing only those that needed to taken out. No longer was these her people but one that need to be taught a lesson of obedience. Knowing more then ever that the path she chose one that label her a traitor. In all her schooling she had been given that was to know how to respect power and know how to see the future. This was the future for her to take out those of the people of Serenno that needed to be dealt with.

To really be done with these people one must got the the root that was to get all the greater house put an end to all there lines. That was where she came in with her own squad. Knowing key location and how to get in without being seen was her on speciality in this all.

After today she would no long be called by the name she had been given at birth but would take on another name given to her by her superiors.