There's a Sith in My Boot!{Mandalorian Dominion of Ord Radama}

[Nolan Detta]

Flying in off a low orbit drop, Nolan utilized his jetpack to come in at a striking angle. He hit the broadside of a full Sith company at Mach Jesus* destroying some of the Sith troopers in seconds. He rolled to his feet, his body warmed up from enhancing his muscles through the Force. His new abilities gave his added strength and stamina. He didn't draw a weapon, just began to man handle ever trooper that came his way. Fists, elbows, kicks, and knees went to work on the soft spots of Sith armor. Snapping limbs and necks was the most effective, until Nolan drew his Beskad.

Come on you dogs! Come and Die!!!! Rrraaahhh!!!!, Nolan charged headlong into the company and began his wrathful bloodbath or revenge on the Sith who continued to cause this universe so much pain and anguish. The Force emulating from Nolan as he fought, fueling his strikes with deadly power.

*Mach Jesus - Copywrite [member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Flying in off a low orbit drop, Nolan utilized his jetpack to come in at a striking angle. He hit the broadside of a full Sith company at Mach Jesus* destroying some of the Sith troopers in seconds. He rolled to his feet, his body warmed up from enhancing his muscles through the Force. His new abilities gave his added strength and stamina. He didn't draw a weapon, just began to man handle ever trooper that came his way. Fists, elbows, kicks, and knees went to work on the soft spots of Sith armor. Snapping limbs and necks was the most effective, until Nolan drew his Beskad.

Come on you dogs! Come and Die!!!! Rrraaahhh!!!!, Nolan charged headlong into the company and began his wrathful bloodbath or revenge on the Sith who continued to cause this universe so much pain and anguish. The Force emulating from Nolan as he fought, fueling his strikes with deadly power.

*Mach Jesus - Copywrite [member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Osik was happening! Adenn didn't know exactly what osik was happening, but he knew some kind was "Slow down!" He yelled to one of the other groups, a cocky buch "Check for snipers! If you don't they'll be the end of you." It was probably pointless saying this, as the only people who weren't in a blood fueled rag were the few mandos with Adenn "Stay close and watch for snipers." He said to his followers.

[member="Skosk Fett "][member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

What started as a lucrative venture to Ord Radama had turned into a nightmare. I had been in the process of selling certain, ah, merchandise to the Sith, when klaxons started blaring. The noise was insufferable. My buyers informed me that the planet was under attack from the Mandalorians and that our deal was off. Mandalorians, horrid barbarians, I tell you.

Being careful not to drop my crate full of merchandise, lest I and the entire block go up in flames, I was on my way back to my average looking light freighter, when I rounded the corner and nearly bumped into a cadre of soldiers armored head-to-toe in beskar and equipped with enough weapons to supply a small army.

My eyes must have become large as dinner plates, because one of the Mandalorians uttered a chuckle. Nothing about this situation seemed funny to me. Even so, I smiled big as I could and laughed along, pretending I didn't feel my knees go from bone to rubber. You see, in my rather long lifespan - by human standards - I'd come across Mandos before. I did not like them the first time I had encountered them and I doubted this would go any differently. I wanted to run, but running would mean they would shoot. Mandos like to shoot first, then kick the corpse and say things like "I thought I saw him pull a knife."

The lead Mando stepped forward. And I looked up at the T-shaped visor. He was tall, very tall.

"Where do you think you're goin', schutta?"

Maintaining a smile, my mind raced through options and my mouth started talking of its own accord. It does that sometimes. "Who me? Oh, here and there. I like to take a little pre-planetary invasion stroll every once in a while you see, just to do my job and scout out the area. You know."

Another chuckle. "Is that right?"

The Mando reached down and grabbed my crate, pulling off the lid. "What do we have here? Detonite? Nasty stuff. Now what would a pedestrian like yourself want with a bunch of explosives like these?"

I glanced down the street. I'd never make it in time. Mandos might not be accurate, but they didn't have to be. Mandalorian weapons are notoriously overzealous. So instead, I told the Mando my storyl, with some edits and embellishment of facts, of course.
Abruptly, the smuggler for the Sith became the Mandalorian's newest recruit, who was brazenly on his way to blow up the government capital and take all the Sith with him. I might have also added a little telepathic pressure on his mind. Unfortunately, it worked a little too well. They made me set down the crate.

"Oya! You'll come with us then to take down the Sith!" The squad leader grabbed me and turned me around to face the combat zone.

"Uhm, well I'm afraid I don't have any weapons, you see, so I'll just be on my wa-" He slapped a blaster pistol the size of a mini-cannon into my hand.

"There ya' are, now let's go an' kill some Sith, eh. Oya!"

I started walking in the other direction. Immediately, blaster rifles were leveled at me. My eyes met the t-shaped visor. Oh, so the telepathy hadn't worked quite as well as I'd assumed. I was to be cannon fodder. My lips curled into a smile. Well, we would see where this led. Likely, I'd have an opportunity to slip away before the battle started and leave this planet. Or... or maybe I could just go along with the whole thing. Not fighting, of course, but pretending to be a Mandalorian. A cowardly one, but still... yes, this could work. Their armor was certainly intimidating enough. Hmm, I think I shall be a Mando.

I started walking toward the battle zone. The commander chuckled and slapped me on the back again. "Good choice, laddie boy. What's yer name anyway?"

"Sasha."

"Sasha? Isn't that a girl's name?"

"Yes, unfortunately I'm still waiting to grow into it. Haven't sprouted my pair of functioning mammary glands yet you see."

The t-visor stared at me, no doubt the Mandalorian behind it was trying to gauge whether I was serious or not. Honestly, it's a wonder the Mandalorians need beskar helmets when their skulls are so thick.

*Sigh* Being a coward is a terribly rough business. People hate you, friends and family disown you, and the best kind of eye you'll receive is a stink-eye. But it beats being dead.

 

[RC 212]

@Skosk Fett

As soon as the battle had begun Talon had run into the buildings and disappeared. He was still very small, only eleven and with a full kit it took him awhile to reach the stairwells. The kit moved uncomfortably, armor plate shifting as he sprinted the stairs. It was not long before he found an empty room with a window overlooking the street.

He could see the other Mando's below. This was a perfect spot. Talon hefted his long-rifle and rested it on the window sill. With quick hands he uncapped the scopes and began to take aim at the street. Mass waves of enemies were closing in, but it was of no consequence to the boy.

Slowly is finger slipped into the trigger guard and he exhaled, holding his breath. The first head came into the scopes cross-hairs and he squeezed ever so gently.

POP

The soldiers head exploded in blast of flesh and bone. Before he hit the ground Talons trained eyes moved to another target and he lined up the shot...

 

[Darth Banshee]

As Darth Banshee knocked away blaster fire from the sith forces, she could feel anger coming from the mandalorians. The anger was not projected at her personally, but her kind the sith. It worried her, would they shoot her in the back as she tried to help and regain their trust. Would they even bat an eye lid if she fell, is all her efforts to try and reach an accord with them be wasted. She hoped her family and the mandalorains would allies one day. Though for know she be lucky to keep them neutral. The anger from her fellow combatants started to distract her, then blast hit hit her. The blast did not penetrate her battle armour, though sent her flying towards [member="Aedan Miles"]......

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan spun around as he heard a cry and gathered the force around himself manipulating it he caught Darth Banshee as she flew towards him. Spinning her around he set her down behind him and Skosk turning back towards the front he realized they were nearing the end of the Sith horde but they were surrounded now. Holding up his hand Aedan created a fist with it and then threw it forward suddenly. "FORWARD VOD!" With a cry he lead a charge his weapons flashing as he slashed through Sith troopers clearing a route for his men behind him.

Back where Talon Vau was two men wearing the symbol of Clan Akaata on their armor jogged up one of them dropping to a crouch by the door as the other pulled out a scope that looked similar to that on the boy's rifle. Dropping tot he ground the man started to use it quickly muttering to the boy. "Oya Vod enemy sniper on top of the government building winds coming in from the east adjust aim 3 dots to the east."
[member="Talon Vau"] [member="Skosk Fett "][member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Talon Vau"]

Skosk plowed through the horde, using his weight, and pure brute strength to do this. While literally ,crushing enemies soldiers with pure raw power, a path was being cleared. The brute continued firing with his repeater killing as many as he did knocking out enemies with his body, he may not be as fast as he would like, but with his explosiveness, and combined strength, more damage was dealt, then if he had speed. The mercenary was slightly ahead of the rest, even Aedan, Skosk was definitely racking up his kill count, by a lot. Always a good thing to have, it was hilarious in the zabrak's mind, how fear could make ones aim go to crap, no one had hit his arm. How was this even possible?

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

"Shab there's a lot of them." Adenn said over the sound of blaster fire
"Well yea, they don't want us here, remember?" Said one of the men in Adenn's small squad, who he'd expected to say just that "Why is it that I feel you say that too much?" He could almost feel the man sigh, even in the short time of knowing these Mandalorians they had bonded pretty well, as if they'd known each other for a long time
"Why don't we just shoot for now? Is that too much to ask?" Everyone chuckled at that "No it isn't, not for me anyway." He chuckled quietly before starting to shoot again "Oh it's never too much to ask for you."

(Attempting to introduce Adenn's NPC group)

@Skosk Fett[member="Aedan Miles"][member="Darth Banshee"][member="Talon Vau"]
(Also, Adenn and his group are near you guys, just for reference )

 

[Azrael]

The first round of drop pods launched out from the hangar, ripping through the atmosphere and hitting pay-dirt. The Mando'ade ground forces were already underway, getting into the thick of the fray. Battle reports were immediately coming in left and right about the various situations on the planet below. Most of the troops that jettisoned from the hangar had moved into the second team, putting up a defense from the dar'jetti and attempting to save the capital city from the Sith force that had been on planet before they arrived. The main battle would be here, and that's what the Mandalorians wanted. If they could keep the Sith distracted and fighting in an offensive position against their own forces, than the objective to secure the heads of state would be far easier. Azrael unclipped his buy'ce from his hip and slid the helmet onto his head for easier communication with the vode. A party line was opened, and his instructions came next to the Mandalorians on the field.

:: Keep them at bay vod, but do not drive the dar'jetti back towards the government chambers. We need a secure route for our strike team to protect the heads of state. Munitions are coming your way as well. Hold that line! :: The Field Marshal gave the order as he began moving to prep said strike team and make sure their path to the citadels and government towers were clear, and that they knew exactly who they were going to be escorting to safety. Azrael had several vode that he had hand selected for this particular mission, as they were known to be both stalwart battle companions, but also had been trained in high reconnaissance and were able to slip through the cracks. While they could handle themselves in any battle, their specialty was infiltration and stealth. The almost exclusively black armored Mandalorians came together for a final prep of the mission and a live analysis of the current battle.

"Our ground infantry is here, holding a line from the west port to the east docks. They are keeping the focus on them. You will be dropped over on the far north entrance and will need to trek in from the rear. Penetrate the building and secure the heads of state. Once you have them, comm back to base, and we'll send a rescue transport to get them out of the city." Azrael instructed the soldiers who looked over the battle plan and gave affirmative nods before dispatching themselves. The responsibility of coordinating these teams was left up to himself and the few other Field Marshals that there were. His part though hadn't really come into play yet, but it was about to. The next phase was to bring in the heavy guns and start shepherding the dar'jetti and their own enlisted army into an impossible situation, and Azrael had just the tool for the job.

While the fighting went on below, the transport from space released several obscured figures in the black that hit the gravity well of the planet and began to drop. Like comets from on high, they raced through the atmosphere at terminal velocity until four massive thundering booms his the planet. The cloud of dust and debris from their landing rose up high further keeping the objects from sight. In the sudden silence of their arrival, a barrage of laser cannons blazed out - complete with pulse waves for a larger area of affect. A few shatter milssiles also rocketed out from the soon to be revealed Bes'uliik attack vehicles. The Basilisk war droids were a staple of the Mandalorian army, and their power came in the impressive display of riding them down from the space, and starting in on the enemy with fierce resolve. Upon the backs of each droid, a Mandalorian pilot sat, and on one of them, Azrael rode.

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[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Talon Vau"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Captain Larraq"] [member="Grozurra"] [member="Kad Kando"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Ordo"]​

 

[Matreya]

Dropping out of hyperspace just above orbit, Damien gripped the proverbial reigns of Winter. Pushing forward on the controls, the nose dipped and he shot towards the planets surface. Hailing the planet, on known Mandoa frequencies, he began, "This is Damien Daemon, sorry Im late. Anyone need any assistance in particular?" Flames burst around his ship, eating at its wings and cockpit alike as he broke the planetary atmosphere.

[member="Azrael"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Skosk Fett "][member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Talon Vau"] @Nolan Detta

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee heard [member="Aedan Miles"] order FORWARD VOD! He had also just helped her recover from shock blast. She struck up her lightsaber, and marched forward towards the sith lines. She saw them march forward behind a wall of blaster fire, unrelenting fire power. One day she hoped to see her people and theirs, being untied in destroying the Jedi again. Though she new with recent troubles, this would be a far off dream. Though the force can grant many things, given time.

As the mandalorians marched forward behind the wall of blaster fire. The progress was good as their was little in the way of return firing, except may be the odd volley of fire. Though did manged to cut down a few mandalorians the death rate was only going one way.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan finally saw it the government building holding his hand up he gave a swift swing forward igniting his guard shoto as he did and calling out. "FORWARD TAKE THE BUILDING AND SECURE IT!" True to his reputation of being the first into a fight Aedan Miles took off at a sprint enhanced by force body so that he reached the Sith lines mere seconds after taking off. It was there that his lightsabers swung out in both directions cutting through any Sith troopers that dare get in his way. He then moved to the right knowing that when [member="Skosk Fett"] saw this he would hopefully move to the right creating a passage for the remaining Mando'ade with Aedan to charge through.
[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien angled the nose of his craft ever down, spinning slowly so when the return came, he could simply take to the skies in perfect set up. Opening the craft, to step down, Damien unholstered his right most Betty Pistol to hold at the ready, his thumb slowly caressing the hammer of his blaster. Sticking close to the ground, Damien moved inwards towards the city perimeter.

<Brothers, anyone need an aid?> Damien asked in Mandoa, every word crisp and pronounced perfectly. He wished to help finish this dominion swiftly. Firing a shot on the run, he watched in satisfaction as the blaster bolt continued along its trajectory until it finally bore itself through the skull of his target. Flipping his hold, then switching to the opposite hand, he holstered it back within his Bodo Baas Gun Belt.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Aedan Miles"]

Skosk decided the best he could do for the team was cover them, a bombardment of blaster fire came from his repeater. He made sure the enemy frontlines where pinned down, this battle seemed one sided, why not rack up the kills? The mercenary wanted to continue going in the heat of the battle, but he was needed elsewhere, they had to get to there allies. The bulky, muscular, massive brute held his own, finally finding cover, to which he could pin down his enemies, while not getting shot from behind so easily. The juggernaut, was behind a stairwell leading into an apartment, a good place to fire from.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee ran forward, blocking the incoming shots. She ran along side [member="Aedan Miles"], towards the building. It was his objective, and she take it for him. She take whole building for him, she hoped the sith their would surrender to her. As she reached their was no such look soon she was fight for life death against sith soldiers stationed their.
She took a volley of fire to her chest, her armour held though. As she stumbled back, she did not tumble though she was beging to become battle hardened. A combination of sith training mandalorian training and the time she spent with [member="Rexus Drath"], all that training had stopped her panicking so easily. She then used the force to pull the pin on a grenade. She used the wall as cover as explosion went off.....

 

[The Upright Man]

Luminous squinted down the scope of the AMR-1 Anti-Material Rifle. [member="Darth Banshee"] stood at the epicentre of her crosshairs. She was performing anti-vehicular duties, but the sniper itself worked just as well against infantry - with devastating effect. Bodies would be blown to pieces by the sheer concurrent force of the slugs impact, eviscerating a foe. it was grotesque, it was fun. She was a Bounty Hunter in the Outer-Territories. Known for her assassinations from long-distances. She couldn't differentiate this Sith from the others. She received her orders, and she was about to pull the trigger. She held her breath, index finger began to place pressure on the trigger. She steadied her scope, preparing to blast a watermelon sized hole through her chest. Suddenly, there were footsteps nearby. She had to hold back. She didn't fire upon the woman.

She retracted her sniper from the window sill, aiming diagonally downwards. She moved with light footsteps, barely producing a sound. Exiting the room, she made her way to the stairwell. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, louder and louder. She glanced down, noting a small child, [member="Talon Vau"], rushing up with his own equipment. Sith, she instantly thought. Sure, you needed to battle-test your children and they need to learn how to fight in real scenario's. But right now, on a massive push against Sith forces, such things could only be assumed to be correlated with the Sith. Perhaps they were getting desperate. She made her way onto the lower floor, sneaking into the room after the boy. She watched him pull the trigger, silently brooding. She reached down to her thigh, sliding free a vibroblade. Before he could hear her, she launched herself at him. With her left arm attempting to curl around his stomach, and her right, attempting to hold the vibroblade near his throat, preventing him from moving - if successful. She would ask, had she been successful, "Who are you?"

Sometimes, in the heat of battle, there was a little friendly-fire.

 

[Skosk Fett]

(OOC: you realize that he is a mandalorian right? This happened all the time :/ )

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

"Let's move." Adenn ordered "We don't have time for lolly gagging."
"I think that was what our last conversation was about." Hazard said, and it was, but no one cared, they had to get into the target building or risk being overrun by the Sith troops Lets just move, alright?"Reaper said, and so they did move, running through the street while shooting any troopers that would try and deny them access to the building.
After a few moments Adenn and his squad arrived next to [member="Aedan Miles"] and [member="Darth Banshee"], now they could finally work together in taking the building "Everyone good?"

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Leaning against his Beskad for support, a winded Nolan stood alone, covered in blood splatter in the center of a whole platoon of Sith troopers. He took off his helmet to wipe the sweat from his forehead and to attempt to clean up his armor with rag he tore off a dead Sith Officer. Nolan kept a weary eye for more incoming, but he saw no one in his immediate area. How far had he fallen?

Looking inside his helmet, the Nav data showed he was about 3 clicks inside the enemy line. This was a bit of a problem. Without the possibility of aid or exfil, Nolan was alone and exhausted behind enemy lines, meaning, he had to either hold up here and wait for help (unlikely) or head back to the Mando line which would be suicidal. Nolan went with his gut, suicide it was.


"If anyone can read me, I'm 3 clicks south, inside enemy territory, I am making my way to HQ. Do not shoot me."