Junction ULTIMATUM | The Reclamation War | Enclave & GA Junction of Rothana/Seeratter

[Domina Prime]

P R I M E
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P A G E C L A I M

Say Amen

I pray for the wicked on the weekend!
Brother, can I get another amen?
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Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent!
Sister, can I get another amen?

Jonyna Si | Ko Vuto | Vulpesen | Tallara
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Azure optics would flash like diamond embers as the bizarre xeno emerged from the wreckage of her pod. The visor of her helm scanning the smoking hanger of distraught soldiers as they scrambled into positions of defense behind barricades and what ships still remained after having not yet been deployed. Her many eyes searched for the worthy visage of a god and yet so far the Daughter of Manda was extremely disappointed by the lack of a welcoming.

That is until her five eyes converged to center on a Kel Dor whom's trademark weapon ignited to life quickly drawing The Primes attention as Ko proceeded to put themselves directly in the path of Dima.

Still hymning the tune to the pods blaring soundtrack Dima tapped her chin casually. Approaching the godborn with a suspicious squint as her massive tail gently swayed and flicked behind her as she looked Ko up and down.

"Mmmm...is this...all? Dima must admit godling. This one imagined more of you...this one hoped you'd have more friends...or that at least you'd be taller~" She mused warmly, gesturing with one of her upper arms to imply that he was a little on the shorter side. "Certainly there must be more of you on this big bird yes? Where? Help this one, lead Dima to your friends and superiors and this one could be convinced to hurt you...less?" She offered as her central-most eye focused on his lightsaber. Her other eyes tracing each of his limbs as the large Xeno closed the distance to the point where he was mere a couple feet away, showing a large disregard for both the compiling soldiers collecting behind her nor the defensive godling in her path as her tail curled before her, acting almost as a weapon of her own and lingering its sharpened barb on the end near the heated plasma of the Kel Dors sizzling blade. "Or Dima can just...hurt you more~" She mused almost sadistically as her tail rattled audibly in a alarming hostility, testing to see if she could prevoke a movement from the young padawn as the large xeno proceeded to taunt and toy with it's food~

 

[Castor Brynnn]

Aana Xyston | @

Ryloth was hot and around Lessu, it felt even worse, at least to him. The others said it wasn't so bad. Most of the city was built inside a plateau and most of the dwellings had temperature control. But it was a dry heat, and say what you wanted about humid versus dry heat, a hypermatter furnace is still a hypermatter furnace and Castor was baking beneath his betaplast suit. Sweat wasn't good right before a fight. It greased you up inside your shell too much. It was one thing he hated about the Marines. At least back when he'd been a pathfinder he'd had that synthcloth to keep him cool or warm. This was just...suffocating.

"Look alive, fleet's got eyes on the bucketheads. They're breaching atmo. Somehow some of them got around the fleet." Indeed, up in the sky above he could see through his macrobinoculars streaks of light tearing through the clouds. Drop pods. Bes'uliik. He'd heard of the war beasts before but they hadn't been seen used en masse since the old Mandalorian-Sith wars. "Great time for them to decide to start fighting us instead..." he muttered under his breath.

An explosion rocked the tower he and his squad was in. The sound of jetpacks and blaster fire erupted and suddenly a peaceful city on Ryloth became a battleground.

"They might have got the first shot off on us," he roared over the com, anti-air turbolaser fire cracking through the smoke of war, "But they haven't gotten first blood. Victory company, let's make sure its us. KTF marines!" From an old coms tower Castor and his squad leaped into the air, their jetpacks roaring to life as they joined the fray.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Orbit Over Ryloth
Tag: Domina Prime | Jonyna Si

Ko just felt off about this woman. At first wondering if she was one of this bizarre sithspawn he’s only heard about. But the longer he felt her presence that idea seemed to be less and less true. The Kel Dor was cautious of her, bracing himself some as she approached expecting her to strike him with her weapon… Wait a minute. She didn’t seem to have any weapons. Or maybe she was the weapon?

Hearing her words finally Ko flashed Dima a puzzled look. Expressed as best he could with his face covered that is. Firstly she seemed a little disappointed and found him to be a bit short. Which was something of a first for him since he was normally on the taller side for most of his peers. Wondering if she had someone like Master Kahlil Noble in mind, since he was one of the more vertically gifted Jedi he knew of.

She also wanted to know where other Jedi were. Or at least assumed she meant other Jedi since he was the only one currently present. All the while more of the soldiers around began to regain their composure and ready themselves for an upcoming fight. Which made Ko feel a little more confident if he had to fight the warrior woman. She also seemed entirely disinterested in everyone else around. Did she only have her eyes set on other “godlings” As she put it. Ko was a little weirded out by her tail as it seemed to almost touch his saber, making him step back a little. Before finally responding. “You think I would rat out my friends and comrades? Who do you take me for?” The Kel Dor questioned, personally feeling a little insult at the idea he give Dima such information.

He imagined she fancied herself capable opponents like Jedi. Possibly for the glory of slaying some for herself. But what glory was there in fighting people who’d betray their own for the promise of their own personal safety. “You won’t get any aid from me this day, Lady Dima.” Ko added before quickly stepping back across the ground to gain a bit of extra distance. Pulling his arm back with his saber before launching it at her with a throw. The green blade made an iconic voosh noise as it spun violently in the air ready to cleave through her.

 

[Nelliel Kryze]

[ Sea of Fire ]

MNV-52 'Beviin' Class Space Superiority Fighter​

| Location | Space over Ryloth
| Objective | Protect Enclave Star Destroyer, Maintain Space Superiority
| Focus | Open

Ryloth was set to burn in light of their recent outreach to the Galactic Alliance for aid and turning the Enclave away as the Mandalorians began to rally to their former glory. It was a spit in their face and had to be answered for. For the young Kryze, it was an excuse to finally stretch her wings out and fly once more for a proper fight. Nelliel's foot bobbed up and down in eager anticipation against the floor of her cockpit as the rush of hyperspace around blazed across her reflective visor. Skull Squadron had been dispatched to provide escort to the Mandalorian fleet as it came to burn Ryloth down to send a clear message of what turning the Enclave away would entail.​

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The console chirped as they were fast approaching their destination, a sudden shift in her core as they decelerated out of hyperspace and into the space around Ryloth. Nelliel leaned forward as she mouthed, 'Finally' and smiled from beneath her helmet ready for some action at last. Her hands reached forward as her thrusters flared to life, bringing her craft to speed as the other squadrons began to deploy. Her voice crackled to life over her squadron's channel, " This is Switchblade, moving to engage the enemy. " She smiled as she added off the comms to herself. " Time to hunt. " ​

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Reserved for Misc Tags ​

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Mandalorian Armor

The last time Hilal was at Ryloth, she assisted Gatz Derrevar in rescuing Twileak slaves from a ruthless slaver. The people were thankful for Hilal and Gatz's help, and it reinforced the relationship between the Mandalorians and the Enclave. But now the Jedi bastards took over the planet, the skies darkened by Galactic Alliance dropships. Hilal helped prepare the Mandalorian offense by not only helping to install superlasers on the Mandalorian Star Destroyers but also provided some of her personally made Droids. L.M.A.O Walkers, B.R.U.H Battle Droids, and D.U.M Heavies were created en masse by her contacts at Geonosis. The Mandalorians were thankfully footing the bill for this one due to Hilal's status as a Forgemaster and she oversaw the production at the planet.

It was hard work but Hilal would be damned to see Ryloth fall to the stinking Jedi, Ryloth will remain under the protection of the Mandalorians. The Bounty Hunter spent the first hour of the battle fighting off multiple hostiles that littered the streets of Lessu. She took down at least twenty of them with using array of blaster fire and missiles using her armor to absorb the many blaster bolts that came from the hapless soldiers. "Ibac shi mihta!" (That only tickled!) Hilal shouted in Mando'a before using her thrusters to punch the one of the soldiers across the jaw before spinning around unleashing a stream of flame from her flamethrower wrist setting fire to the many Galactic Alliance soldiers surrounding her.

As she soon as she was finished, Hilal turned and saw a man running around with some..... water? Hilal never saw him before, so he was probably hostile. "Hey you!" Hilal yelled holding up her autocannon. "Drop your weapon and surrender! Or you'll join your friends right behind me!"

Anthony Gray Sun

 

[Droz Munin]

[ Theme ]​

D r o z _ M u n i n

| Location | Lessu, Ryloth​

| Objective | Burn it All​

| Focus | Kaleleon ​

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Droz reached over from the inside of the transport as he hit the back of the helmet of his fellow compatriots as they made their way to the surface of Ryloth, set to burn Lessu to the ground. It was a good day for a raid and Droz was exchanging laughs with his fellow raiders as the transport rocked left and right to avoid anti-air fire on their approach, narrowly missing a fiery death as they made their way closer and closer. The interior of the transport was bathed in an ominous red, illuminating the small squad of Mandalorians, and a larger detachment of droids pilfered from old Sith territories that Droz intended to use to their fullest extent. Droz would raise his forearm up as he tapped his gauntlet, the droids jerking into motion as they all powered up. ​

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Droz stood up as he made his way to the rear of the transport, turning around to the Mandalorians present, " Let's show these tailheads what happens when you defy us. Let us show them what it means to make enemies of Mandalorians and BURN EVERYTHING THEY HAVE BUILT. " The Mandalorians chanted their battle songs as Droz continued to raise their sense of pride and thirst for blood. He slammed the controls as the hatch opened up and a rush of air filled the interior of the transport, Droz got a running start as the rest of the occupants followed after him, the thundering of droid and Mandalorian footsteps trailing after him.​

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It wasn't long after Droz's arrival to the surface did he start terrorizing the local civilians as they were scattering in wake of the Mandalorian attack, throwing detonators from the air as he flushed them out of hiding. Droz flew through the air using his jetpack as a pair of Mandalorians trailed after him, gesturing for them to break off and herd the civilians like sheep. On the ground, the Jester class droids were chasing after civilians as well like hounds, snatching up anyone that was too slow to escape while throwing themselves at any of the local police or militia in a suicidal frenzy before promptly detonating.​

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Umbara would look like a peaceful day compared to what Droz had in store for the Twi'leks today. Droz trailed after a family from the air, a mother clutching her child as her husband ran behind them to try and cover his family. It was all to no avail as Droz was upon them in seconds, raising a blaster as he fired a bolt into the back of the husband, killing him instantly as he soon sped up and landed in front of the terrified mother and child, raising his blaster up at them, " Not so fast. You're coming with me. " the woman had no choice but to comply as she was held at blaster point to a building Droz had marked as the execution site for his detachment to commit their crimes.​

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Kranak Vizsla

Master San Tekka meditated atop Lessu's crumbling outer walls. His armor gleamed and the shield gauntlet he wore burned with plasma energy. Explosions tore defenses apart around him. Blaster fire narrowly missed his unflinching countenance. Zark's trust in the Force's guidance was absolute. There were so many lives that needed saving, but a feeling he could not ignore told the Jedi to wait.

"I am one with the Force and the Force is with me."

He murmured the mantra over and over. Opening his mind to influence the spirits of those who fought around him, Zark began to radiate a bolstering presence. Ancient arts like battle meditation required immense focus and discipline. In time the Jedi Master believed his purpose would make itself known but until then he could serve as a beacon of hope for the defenders to rally around.

"For life and light!" San Tekka roared the Order's ancient creed.

Azure plasma energy burst from the hilt of his crossguard lightsaber. In a clear challenge the Jedi Master smashed blade and shield together. Sparks fountained off Zark's pauldrons. It was only a matter of time before one of the mandalorians declared themself worthy to cast him down. He felt himself getting older. Slower. If that was the Force's will, then so be it.

 

[Valery Noble]

Ryloth

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Outfit:Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsaber | Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Shai Maji BB-610

At the Noble home, prior to departure...

"You better make it back in one piece," Valery told Kahlil Noble with a smile, but her trembling lips did little to hide how she was really feeling. This was it — the conflict between the Alliance and Mandalorians was escalating, and she knew there was no stopping it anymore now. But unlike their last battles during the Second Great Hyperspace War, Valery and Kahlil had decided to split up and divide their strength a little more.

There would be times when they'd need to stand together, but on their own, they were forces to be reckoned with as well. By splitting up on Ryloth, she knew that far more people could be saved.

"I love you, Kahlil. I'll see you back home, hm? Once this is over... let's take the kids somewhere nice." She smiled more lovingly this time, pushed herself up on her toes, and placed her hands atop his shoulders. Finally, her eyes closed and she leaned in to let her lips brush against his.

A kiss for strength and a reminder about who would be waiting for him at home again.

"Keep Cora safe."

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Ryloth...

"She's here," Valery told BB-610 , who was joining her today to aid the people of Ryloth. They had traveled to the planet in her X-wing, but left it behind somewhere safe to continue the rest of the journey on foot. Others were making their way to the surface in larger ships, capable of evacuating people in need of help. Valery wasn't focusing on evacuation directly, but opted to use her combative skills to oppose the Mandalorians. She was going to create the window of escape for others.

This time, the Sword of the Jedi would stand against the Mandalorians.

"I can feel her presence. She... has always been like a sister to me," Valery admitted to her little buddy. "She and I stood against the Maw together, we trained together and we've sworn to protect each other's kids. But now... I don't know." Valery frowned, clearly showing difficulty with what was about to happen today.

"But I do know that I can't let her help the Mandalorians take this world in force. She's one of their most renowned warriors too, so I want her focused on me." Her fiery gaze shifted down to Bee, who she quickly patted on the head. "I'm glad you're with me here, Bee. You feeling okay?"

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Ryloth
Objective: Protect against the invaders
Tags: Reggie Rau

Along the walls of the city, a mixture of heavily armed mercenaries and twilek defenders were waiting silently for the attackers to show themselves in the calm skies. Silas, who was amongst them could sense unease and fear brewing in some of the soldiers. In a way they had every right to feel those emotions, mandalorians were some of the most fearsome warriors in the galaxy. The knight on the other hand was calm and collected, not showing an ounce of emotion that indicated his feelings on the matter.

No matter what came at him, the force would always get him through.

Placing two hands behind his back, he closed his eyes and made the most of the peace he had left. The place they were defending was the front gate, a pivotal area that prevented their main force from getting into the city through other means. It was going to be carnage when they finally burst through the clouds and Silas had to mentally prepare for the oblivion that was coming for him and the rest of them.

"You Jedi scare me you know?" one of the maurders said openly, a nervous grin across his face "The most brutal warriors in the galaxy our about to slice us in half and you ain't even close to bricking it?" the man said in almost disbelief, sharing the thoughts of the other men around him. Silas slowly opened his eyes and warmly smiled into the distance.

"I'm just good at hiding it well."​

 

[Wedge Draav]

INCOMING, INCOMING, INCOMING


Wedge's Ship.

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Revenant Squadron: Vashja Io l Kelly T. Perris k Acaadi l Reima Vitalis l Ari Naldax l Elijah Beckett l Teravin Arosin l Aeson Keel

FLIGHT GROUP ONE: WEDGE, VAZAL, VASHJA

Commander Wedge Draav looked over the canopy, looking up towards the ceiling of the launch bay. Red lights turned to green, and flight crews scrambled to get away from his dismounting ship. The crewdogs gave him a crisp salute- and out of the ANS Montorr, launched Revenant Squadron. Decked out in their elite X-Wings, the best of the best launched together.

He rolled his X-Wing to the front of the formation, the stars streaking across the cockpit, bringing the might of the Alliance to the forefront. His comm chatter started to pick up, as the Mandalorian fleet came into view.

He pursed his lips, seeing the incoming fighters and ships, cruisers and corvettes. He flicked on his comms to speak to his team.

"Revenant Squadron, this is Actual, all call-signs, check in."

He engaged his targeting computer, flicking his eyes to the Alliance fighters to his left and right. He rolled his oxygen mask over his face, preferring the constant pump of cooler air to keep his head clear. That, and it kept his canopy from fogging up. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, before opening them, finding his center.

Hateful blue eyes leered towards the enemy ships.

"Team, be advised, our mission is to engage enemy fighters, primary. Secondary is to protect Battlegroup Kenobi should they need it."

Wedge took the lead in the attack formation, the eager, hungry, deadly Revenant squadron forming up on him. Wedge had a distinct X-wing, blue and white- and painted on the sides were the many kills that made him an Ace. Wedge, despite his overtly serious tone and personality around most people, had a rather eclectic sense of humor as well. Such an example was the Bumper Sticker of "STUDENT DRIVER" above the thrusters on his X-Wing.

Wedge came at an angle of attack, approximately 60 degrees from the Enclave ship, just above their own fleet and ships. Revenant Squadron was going to be the vanguard, hit first, circle back, and keep doing it until the Enclave's ships and fighters lay among the heartless stars, forever lost in the cold vastness of space. The Mandalorians had committed a many great sins in the past few months, and as Wedge heard a long time ago-

The wages of sin, was death.

"No mercy. Flight leaders, prepare for combat."

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Ryloth |
| TAG: Valery Noble | Shai Maji |


The flight to Ryloth was a quiet one. Seeing Valery so shaken had blanketed the trip in a thick layer of tension. They both knew the severity of their situation; delaying it was impossible, and now the inevitable must come to pass. It was uncomfortably morbid to hear his family say their goodbyes, for however temporary they may be, as though they may be their last - this was one of many risks of fighting for the Alliance, for dipping your feet into the waters of war. Every mission could end in someone not making it home. BB-610 didn't like thinking about it, nor did he particularly enjoy the stress that the Jedi was undoubtedly feeling.

The droid listened to her as they walked, dust ghosting across the landscape, a warm breeze carrying their efforts. BB-610 could only partially relate; he'd made friends with those the galaxy would now consider his enemies, but unlike Valery, he hadn't experienced the displeasure of meeting them after their parting. He cooed, a quiet, sombre sound, gazing up at her. This was something that meant a lot to her - it was personal, and BB-610 wanted to support her in any way he could. He'd never engaged with a Mandalorian before, but after all the romps he'd had with Sith, there was something inside him that got him oddly optimistic.

Fear wouldn't help them now. BB-610 had feared for his life again and again, subject to far too many skirmishes and battles than his model was designed for. But that brought about strength, and it made every day a little easier. That's what he had to believe in: Valery, the confidence that she provided, and the knowing that no matter what would happen, they would have each other.

Sith or Mandalorian, friend or foe, beast or elements. If BB-610 were to power down for the final time, he would like nothing more than to do it by Valery's side.

Bweeping reassuringly with the nod of his head, the astromech told her that he's feeling optimistic, and that he's glad Valery is with him too. Optic lingering on the horizon that stretched before them, BB-610 chirped, boldly adding that he would stay with her, no matter what.

 

[Aana Xyston]

OBJECTIVE 1

Aana didn't have to see the Basilisk to know there was another Mando landing in the next street. She could hear someone shouting.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Zlova's voice echoed far and wide. "Fight me. Join me. Cower in a cave. But make up your minds. And don't disappoint me hiding behind the aprons of the Jedi. I've been told you lot are stronger than people think -- now's your time to prove it. Stand up for yourselves. Stop waiting for the Jedi to save you, because you all know they're only here for themselves. They'll be gone, one way or the other, and then the corporations will move in to 'help.' Now's the time to figure out a better way to live... or die."

Great. Someone trying to divide Ryloth's militia. The Pathfinder vaulted over a tall fence into a backyard, then over another fence, and found herself in a street similar to the last. Except this one had a mechanical monstrosity jammed into the duracrete road. And a red-skinned Twi'lek stood upon it, shouting.

Aana cupped her hands by her mouth and yelled, "I'd rather take my chances with the GA than with you!"

Definitely not her best comeback. But then again, she'd had only a second to think of one. Aana leveled her blaster at the Mando. Or was she a Mando? She wasn't wearing full Beskar armor...

Well, Aana wouldn't complain about an easier kill. "Hey, Grym, did you pick up that missile launcher?"

"Yeah, why..."

"Go ahead. Take her out," Aana said, stepping aside so Grym could shoot the missile at the Basilisk.

"Got it." Grym stepped forward, slung the launcher over his shoulder...and fired.

Zlova Rue

 

[Domina Prime]

Primadonna Girl

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All I ever wanted was the world
I can't help that I need it all

The Primadonna Life, The Rise & Fall

You say that I'm kinda difficult
But it's always someone else's fault
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Jonyna Si | Ko Vuto | Vulpesen | Tallara
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"You think I would rat out my friends and comrades? Who do you take me for? You won't get any aid from me this day, Lady Dima." The Kel Dor responded, making his position rather clear as Domina gasped at the last words uttered by the Godling.

She was visibly pleased, though for the Kel Dor it would be difficult for him to discern why considering he had just rejected her offer. Her tail waving back and forth as the teeth lining her cheeks hidden behind her helm chittered audibly in a deep satisfaction.

The Padawan referred to the bizarre, otherworldly Xeno as a proper 'lady' rather than a foul name like 'creature' or 'monster'. It brought the azure devil an overwhelming amount of delight and only fed into her ego as Ko took a step back and prepared to wind his arm up behind him.

"O-oh my! that's so sweet of you little god! Dima IS INDEED a lady! This one is glad you noticed ya know people normally say terrible, terrible things to this one! Was it the dress? It's the dress isn't it? It is very nice yes? And its Purple which is like, this ones FAVORITE color." She chirped in an almost sing-song tone as suddenly, and very abruptly the Padawans saber left his hands sending it flying towards her body. Catching her 'slightly' off guard as she was previous distracted by those charming words, delaying her reaction as the sizzling blade SMACKED right into her helmet, the sparks of the blade meeting the beskar sending sparks flying as the Xeno stumbled back a bit. "A-ah! HEY!" She shrieked aloud, flailing her four arms upward sloppily and attempting to snatch the saber after it had bounced off of her faceplate.

Taking the saber into her claws and clenching her claws tightly around the hilt Dima stepped towards the Kel Dor with her tail poised above her like a scorpions tail or a cobra prepared to strike.

"That is NOT how you treat a LADY stupid little god! NO MANNERS none at all!" She snapped, that tail flexed and in a moment, just as quickly as Ko had tossed his saber that massive tail whipped outward and struck at his position in a large side sweeping slash of sorts. An obvious and heavily telegraphed attack, less of a deadly engagement and more of a move thrown by an angry tantrum throwing child.

If he was an intelligent god, he would simply dodge. Especially since he had so lovingly given his weapon to her.

"Dima expected more manners from a godborn champion! Have your elders not taught you how to engage a Grand Duelist?" Dima questioned, adjusting her standing and poise for but a brief moment as she used both of her lower clawed hands to reach down and pull the sides of her dress up in a respectful Curtsy Bow to the godborn, her upper clawed hand went outward and to the side, while her main upper hand, the one holding Kos saber offered it outward and opening her claws, allowing him to either take it by hand or retrieve it via the force as she showed the young god the proper etiquette of champions. "First, you show admiration and respect for your foe with a bow like so~" She would tell him, and when he inevitably took his saber however he chose she would return to her full height and assume her martial stance, with all four of her arms positioned differently and she focused her five eyes upon him. "And then...you dance. But this time keep your blade yes? Never forfeit your arms little god, that is NOT the way~" She would advise him finally before allowing the dance to begin. Once she was finished speaking however, she would explode forward as abruptly as he had thrown his sword before.

"Now En garde!" She warned, and very deliberately she would advance and lift one leg as if she were going to kick him with her right leg. But then, in that moment alternated and hopped to the other leg as if she were going to instead kick him low with her left leg.

This was a feint. But the THREAT of her motions and intent would hopefully be enough to off balance and put the fear into him. She'd switch stances, going from north to south and swinging her leg upward towards his face this time, letting him see closer now the hooked talons on her ankles and the sharp heel blades sticking out of her literal heel, letting him know that a single kick could sever a limb from his body just as easily as his saber could.

"HAVE AT YOU YOUNG GOD!" She cackled, twirling in circuler motions and preforming a flurry of feints mixed with actual kicks to his leg, ribs, or face at random intervals while her tail whipped and curled around to counter that lightsaber should it need to.

COMBAT SUMMERY

Ko Vuto unknowingly uses CHARM, its highly effective

Ko throws lightsaber. It smacks right into Dominas helm

Angry, Dima takes saber and scolds the godling

Like a proper LADY Domina RETURNS Kos weapon

Domina engages with a flurry of blinding feints and kicking strikes

Tail remains open and poised for counter offensive~
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[Conrad Derna]

TAG: Lesha Priest

Hate. The word was strong, but it was the only word which described what Conrad felt toward the Mandalorians. He did not care these were not the same which had devastated Taanab. That was the problem with hatred. It blinded those who lived by it. The Jedi had tried to give Conrad perspective, but it had never taken. His training was fueled by the insatiable need to bring all Mandalorians to an account for the death of his family, his people, and to blot them out of the universe entirely.

Hatred is what made him a Ronin.

Conrad could not accept the Sith as they were. Their influence had brought much damage in the name of whatever order they thought the Galaxy needed. No, they were no better than the Mandalorian plague. Master lead by choice, the Jedi Knight would pursue them all to the brink of death. If it cost his life, it was more than a fair price to pay.

Battle was something he had to get used to. The sounds were too similar to those he had heard when he was younger. His mind flashed back to the scenes of horror and death still etched into his memories. He recalled the fact Mandalorians had used the sick and infirm as human shields to goad the Confederate soldiers into attacking or holding themselves at bay.

War left everyone changed. No one could escape its grasp. Even the Twi'leks of Ryloth could not escape it. Conrad would help where he could, but as far as he was concerned, his primary mission was to kill as many as he could.

His eyes surveyed the conflict, watching as drop ships and other vehicles bright fighters from both sides entered the fray. They paid particular attention to one which unloaded near a group with children. They would try to collect them and add them to their numbers, it was how Mandalorians operated. Even if they did harm the children, they would use them.

Conrad had to do something, so armed with his lightsaber, he rushed to the landing zone and launched himself at their leader. If he could take her out, the rest may scatter. Maybe he was overly optimistic about it, but he had to be. Conrad was convinced he would succeed, because he had to.

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Engaging: Zark San Tekka

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Ready To Die​

He felt alive.

It was invigorating to hear and feel the cacophony of a proper battle, erupting all around him once more; the chatter of blaster fire, both close and far, as heavy ordnance pummeled the city, and left craters the size of a gunship in their wake. The once imposing silhouettes of high-rise buildings and spires reduced to a ruin. The harrowing howl and shriek of their Basilisks as they flew past overhead, while darkening the burning skies above, proved more than enough to instill vigor for the fighting Mando’ade, and spelled impending doom for their enemies.

It was all music to The Warmaster’s ears.

Amidst the thick of it all, The Giant remained tranquil in the face of incoming enemy fire; his focus unshaken amidst the carnage and chaos, The Warmaster was quick to provide tactical analysis to the units engaged in combat with the enemy throughout the various sectors of the city of Lesu, while blaster bolts snapped past him; while at the same time the blaster rifle in his hands howled with each pull of its trigger, answering the enemy shot for shot.

He was swift to notice a deadlock surrounding the market street; the resistance of the city’s beleaguered defenders in that particular sector suffered delay from achieving their objective. The advance of his forces there was first slowed down, then halted by the defenders posted up on the defensive walls nearby. And there were now reports of enemy reinforcements surging into that sector from deep within the city.

That would not do.

<”Sister Laessul,”> The Warmaster spoke calmly to the Alor’ad in charge of that sector while he shifted from one piece of cover to another. <”Third squad is to garrison those buildings opposite of the market street’s. They are to meet and delay the incoming reinforcements,”> They had to hold them back until the tactical situation shifted back into their favor. <”Gather ten of your best and have them infiltrate their defenses in the ramparts. Set up a base of fire with your center and provide covering fire for that team,”> The Giant commanded.

But the situation seemed more dire than what he was initially suggested; The Warmaster could feel the lack of morale in the Alor’ad’s voice as she acknowledged her orders swiftly, and urged for further support. The circumstances demanded his presence. He would get a better understanding of the tactical situation there in person.

<”Hold fast, Sister. I am enroute,”> The Giant said to her in a curt yet brotherly response. In the wake of his words, he swiftly tasked a pair of Basilisks on standby for close air support enroute to the Alor’ad’s sector, and sprung into action afterwards; just as the pair of War Droids was about to fly past him overhead, he raised his vambrace forth to the skies, trailing one of the mechanical beasts, and fired off his repulsor assisted grappling hook at its underbelly.

He was swept off his feet and carried to the skies in the blink of an eye afterwards. Propelled forth at an incredible speed amidst the incoming flak fire, it did not take him long to be overhead above the market street; as the pair of Basilisks made a turn for a gun run and began providing support for the Alor’ad, The Warmaster disengaged his grappling hook and carried onward with his jetpack.

There.

Amidst the defenders posted up on the crumbling walls, a silhouette stood out in particular. A figure wielding a lightsaber, its powerful beam a deep color of vibrant azure. It did not take long for The Giant to sense a powerful aura thereafter.

The Mandalorian knew what it was, but never had he experienced being on its receiving end until now. It worked tirelessly to bring his morale down, trying to fill him with a sense of dread, and doubt his actions while it emboldened the defenders.

Although he remained firm and adamant against it for now, he now had a new undertaking for the sake of his comrades.

Acquiring a lock onto the Jedi’s signature, The Giant opened up with his jetpack missile as he commenced his swift descent onto the ramparts the warrior monk garrisoned. The rest of the defenders preoccupied with the Alor’ad’s forces, he’d have the Jedi for himself.

He had found his match.

​

 

[Kaleleon]

LOCATION: Outer Wall of Lessu
OBJECTIVE: Old Friends
OPPONENT: Droz Munin
WEAPONS N ARMOR: Saber | Sword | Shield | Knife | Armor

Racing with the local police officer, She started to lead me through the streets. while holding out a blaster with two hands. She came to stop behind a building to catch her breath. Taking that moment to look up. Trying to open her airways. Yet I was fine. Breathing a little hard, but well within normal. She started to speak to me when I could hear the thrusters of a jetpack over head. I felt something wrong. Why was there one Lone Mandalorian flying about? When it dawned on me. If they weren't on the ground, they were-

Just above us, a thermal detonator exploded at the top of the building. Pressing the police officer against the wall, I used my body as a shield to protect her from the falling debris. Most of it landed onto my back where the shield I carried stayed. Looking to the Twi'lek, she was covered in dust, and safe. Holding a finger to about where my lips would have been, I stook a step back. Looking for the Mandalorian who was flying about. Finding him, A haze of purple formed around them. Smacking directly into the side-wall of the shield. Yanking the shield down to the ground, and releasing. With a loud crunch the Mando slammed into the earth with force.

"Throw some cuffs on him, and pull him into a building to be collected later. I'll chase them from here."
"Got it."

Without waiting, I pulled the sword from its magno-lock. The blade coming to life and vibrating. They were outside. However, just as I rounded the corner, a droid was racing after some individuals. One I had not seen before. Closing the distance, I could hear a wining noise. That was not right. As the individuals ran towards me, yelling to be saves, Something was wrong. I raced past them and launched myself towards the droid. The blade singing as the flat smacked into it. Sending it back some steps before it released an explosion. Throwing me onto my back. Luckily they were far enough away that most of them were uninjured except for debris from the droid.

"Droids explode now. Great."

I heard another one go off in the distance. I knew that it was not just a thermal detonator, but likely another droid self-detonating. They were targeting people who were trying to save themselves. It angered me greatly that whoever was doing this, planned to kill civilians. Planned to just cause chaos, and fear.

"Head up the way. There should be a police officer. Inform her to shoot droids on sight. Aim for the neck or the det-pack in the chest."

I didn't wait. for a response. Racing off again, Gathering speed, suddenly I was airborn, yet still running. Shields forming at my feet every step I made to platform myself up above the wall. getting a vantage point. Mando's outside the walls, but one looked strange. A gathering. Huddled and on the ground. That was not Mandalorians. They were people. civilians.

"Kale, Get them."

The voice in my head told me what I already knew what I had to do. I jumped off the wall. A shield forming around me, landing hard upon the ground, and rolling to transfer energy from the shield and prevent damage, and extending the time of impact. Without missing a beat, my feet caried me into their direction.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Hehe: Kahlil Noble
Not Hehe: Celt Saxon

The tunnel shuddered heavily, wracked by the concussive force of Mandalorian ballistics. Up ahead from their detachment, still within the cavern but closer to the surface, a missile detonated after striking a rocky outcrop and collapsed that part of the passage.

Cora's arms had stretched towards the source of the detonation, palms splayed and concentration creasing her brow. A thick, acrid gas pooled behind the transparent Force barrier she had conjured. Stone debris from the ceiling clattered to the ground as the tunnel groaned and trembled above them, threatening to give way.

Out of one flaming inferno and into another – yet, this was the first time in over a year that Cora had found herself garbed in Jedi armor. It didn't feel as good as it did before. War was hell, of course, but she didn't feel as spirited. Far from the bright-eyed, energetic Padawan she'd been when she first set foot on Coruscant, something had stilled in Cora. Horace had taught her that.

Closing her eyes, the apprentice extended her senses outward, hastily seeking an exit along the upper surface of the cave's wall within the gaseous cloud. Sending it back the way it came wouldn't work given the collapse, and even then there was the risk of poisoning any survivors. Face a mask of concentration, she held the barrier with one hand, the other loosening a stone from the ceiling. A smooth undulation of both hands, flowing like water, and she guided the gas through the hole, venting it to the surface.

With any luck, Cora kept the bitter thought to herself, It will kill the enemy.

Highly unlikely, given those armored suits they sealed themselves into. A girl can dream, though.

The cave quaked, even more debris raining down as the stony supports around them started to crumble away. Cora's eyes flared wide open.

"Kahlil!"

 

[Mig Gred]

Escort Fleet: Keros' Kad, Ranger-2 2nd Standard Squadron, 2x HF-3 Aran squadrons, 4x GF-4 Stinger squadrons, 2x Viper "Blackbird II" squadrons, 2x GF-3B "Star Cutter", 6x DF-1 squadrons, 4x CST Toscan 8-R squadrons, various refitted freighters taking support space.
Evac Fleet: Various Clan Tal vessels ( Anashja Tal ), Star Phoenix (and defense squadrons stationed there), 2x Tal-type Medical Corvettes, 2x Arcon-class Utility Ships (medical package), 4x HA-3 Hutthound sqadrons, various freighters.
Tags: Lossa Aureus , Open

The Stingers around the Buzzard would notably have a unique paint scheme. Stylized like the Jag Eyes of Mandalorian helmets. Feathers, eyes, and the noses pained to match the marking. Tra'senaar (Spacebird) squadron.

"The is the fleet CAG, Flechette. You know your orders. Those with multimode scanners keep them on long range, and watch those firefights. Enclave's more the worry, but we've never worked much with the GA, so it doesn't matter who. The Kad'll be stationing in high orbit away from the fighting, but Ranger-2 and Star Phoenix will attempt to keep a low orbit. Don't be afraid to give a warning either. Hotshots sometimes don't like hearing no until there's weapons trained on them. Understood?" A few affirmations came through the comms, and the evac fleet would begin to head lower and lower into orbit. The aim was to get to the surface, and quickly designate an evac zone, assuming Ryloth hadn't already set one up.

At the back of the pack, Mig just looked on, gripping an arm rest. He shouldn't have just been there for this he felt like. He knew what would happen on this world all too well. Too much like the Mandalorian Empire of the Old Republic's time. Too much like a few people he'd had the displeasure of knowing, but he also had to stay the course he set. Let the Enclave decide what to do about evac ships trying to break atmosphere. He wasn't about to let them stop any ships either. This.... This could make ore break things for him. They already had a few members of his house wanted.... Only the Manda knew how this would go.

 

[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

SHIP:

• "Ure'adtr" Howler Basilisk War Droid​

ARMOR:

• Besk'gathr Mk II w/ Icarus Jetpack Flight Attachment​

WEAPONS:

• Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad​
• M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol​
• "O'dteyase" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon​
• M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle​

ITEMS:

• AXC (10)​
• Mirshir Ka'esr Binders​
• ND-013 "White Noise" Class LRWD Radio​

AMMO:

• Gas Canisters (12)​
• Slugs (100) |​
• Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag)​
• RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• Tracyn'wuta Pyro Slugs (5 Mags)​
• Hurdisi Photonic Blackout Rounds (5 Mags)​

---

The explosion of missile shook the building, as outside the sounds of gunfire and ordnance went off all around the city. Before the dust could even settle, Sahan had already dropped through the hole he had created, down into an underground storage area. Before the men inside had time to react and draw weapons, he shot a few Hurdisi rounds at the walls and floor. A black cloud spread through the room, blocking out all visible light. Nothing could be seen at all. Sahan switched over to sonar, relying on sound to locate the targets. A few, swift elbows to the clavicle took them down.

Sahan grabbed the bagged that one of the coordinates had led him to. Flying back up out of the building, he landed in the street, where he could see to check the contents. It was not Sem's beskar'gam, but it was an entire set. Thankfully, the men had tried to sell off the entire armor set in one go, but they had hidden down in the cellar when the storming of the city began. He touched the helmet. Memories from a vod he had not known poured into his mind. A Rodian named Jorhe Ztarme of Clan Eldar. The helmet's memories showed the man's last moments at the hands of a large Rutian man with a twisted nose and few teeth. The last memory from the helmet showed exactly where the man had been when Sahan bombed the building, and the man stuffed the helmet into the bag hastily. He knew exactly where the culprit was. He sent down a whistling bird to take out only the one who had done the actual killing. The rest he would spare.

<Gold, I have one of the armor sets. I'll swing by you on my way to the second location, so I can give it to you to hold onto.>

<Roger, Boss! Having a blast over here, by the way!>

<Glad you're happy. See you soon.> Sahan rocketed into the air toward his basilisk droid.

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TAGS: OPEN
Rik Perris​

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Orbit Over Ryloth
Tag: Domina Prime | Jonyna Si

Ko didn’t have a hard time imagining that Dima has been called some unpleasant things in the past. It was something he could empathize with being a rather unique looking alien himself. One that the more diplomatically minded in the galaxy referred to having an “acquired taste”. Just a nicer way of saying conventionally ugly. Although with her armor and helmet it was hard to say if that was really applicable to her. He also took note of how proud she seemed to be of her attire. Also even though he didn’t normally think too highly of himself. Being referred to as a god did stroke the padawan’s ego.

However, her demeanor predictably changed as she reacted to having his weapon thrown at her. Regretting his action for failing to consider how durable she was with her armor as his lightsaber practically bounced off her. Seeing her look like a predator ready to strike Ko once more assumed a defensive stance with his hands out. Ready to fight her unarmed if he needed to. Afterall a Jedi’s greatest weapon is The Force, which he had plenty of still.

Hearing her scold him he raised a brow before noticing her deadly looking tail swing at him. His reflexes help him narrowly avoid her outburst of an attack. Ko awkwardly flexed backwards as the tail shot over him like it was a game of high risk limbo. Knowing full well that he’d like to avoid getting hit by the extra appendage. Not that he’d really wanna get hit by any part of her. Once he was clear of her attack he snapped back upright ready for what might come next.

Ko didn’t mind her taking some extra time to lecture him and show some ‘proper’ etiquette. Every second she found herself stuck dealing with him was time and energy not directed towards his allies. An outcome he could accept if it meant he couldn’t go planetside just yet. He would return her polite bow in kind. Clearly she really was a lady. Ko just kept his arms and hands to his sides as he bowed. Once he was done he would invisible grip his weapon in her hand and call it back to his own. “My apologies Miss Dima. I hope you’ll forgive me for taking you more for a warrior than anything else.” He didn’t know too much about Mandalorians other than that they were a proud warrior culture. “As graceful as you are powerful. I can respect it.” Ko complimented. Not doubting that she was a capable fighter. She had to be if she was a Mandalorian Afterall right? Or she was some kind of warrior princess like Lily. Who he was reminded of embarrassing himself in front of when Dima mentioned dancing.

He reacted to her faint kicks ready to intercept them with his green lightsaber. It didn’t amount to much of anything but it did. Falling back once more as he got a good look at the natural weapons that ended at her feet. Filling his mind with the grisly image of her claiming his life with a mere kick. Even without any extra weaponry she was still very lethal.

He tried his best to avoid the barrage of kicks she began to perform. Sensing that he wasn't sure that his lightsaber wouldn’t do a long to the armor woman he opted to use it more defensively, like a shield rather than an actual sword. In fact he’d rather just keep his distance. But worried she’d close any distance he gained if he could and with her tail and extra arms feared that getting into a grapple would be most unwise.

Suddenly Ko shifted his body off to Dima’s right. Breaking the centerline and changing the angle of attack he would come in from. Twisting his hips, the Kel Dor raised one of his legs and extended it out for a committed roundhouse kick. His heavy and protective work boot made his movements a tad more sluggish with the trade off of kick carrying a lot more weight and momentum. Conducting the Force through his body to give his attack extra power. Aiming for the side of Dima’s chest. Hoping the impact would carry through her armor better than any lightsaber swing could.

Ko only forgot one thing however, Dima’s tail…