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

[Domina Prime]

◈ DOMINA PRIME PAGECLAIM ◈

The closest Representation To God You Might See~




Jonyna Si | Ko Vuto | Vulpesen | Tallara
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"C'mon! Faster faster faster! KEEP UP GODLING!" The Xeno roared in delight as the alien mandalorian continued to barrel through the ship with such reckless abandon that janitors, soldiers on their rotations and other officers of the ship were forced to either get out the way or get grinded beneath the wheels. The poor Padawan behind her was just along for the ride, being slammed into walls tumbled across the floor and smashed into unsuspecting bodies as they tried to duck or move out of the way from the wild intruder reeking havoc through the ship recklessly and aimlessly until eventually, by luck, fate or maybe even the force Domina found herself charging through the doors of the ships control bridge.

Five eyes shifted and wandered over the many officers commanding the ship as Dima tilted her head in curiosity. Ko sliding into the room behind her after she had finally halted to a stop due to being in the bridge. The end of the line it seemed.

"Ohhhhh this is cool whats all this stuff?! OH HI!" She waved childishly at the naval officers only to suddenly hear Ko as he cut the silk from himself and picked himself up weakly. Attempting to call out to everyone in the bridge as Dima looked around all the fancy lights and strange console systems.

"C-Captain… The ship is compromised…E-Evacuate the ship now!" Ko warned, causing Dima to look back over her shoulder towards him.

She saw him reach out towards her, as if she were something he could reach given how far she was.

All he would feel was the force tug at her presence, but nothing would budge as Dima looked back at the others, then back at Ko and squinted suspiciously before returning her focus to him.

"Pfft, silly little god. If you want this one closer all you have to do is ask~" She cooed before suddenly bursting towards him with an alarming amount of speed. This time, her four arms were on the offensive. Each clawed hand swiping up then to the side and attempting to throw him off balance with the overwhelming force of her strikes before suddenly, if he made a mistake snatching his arm with one claw as Dima would attempt to jump up and use her powerful alien legs to flip the both of them over through the air while wrapping her legs around his shoulders and neck and SLAMMING him THROUGH one of the console control systems. Wanting to grapple the godling and drag her claws through his arm as she held it and pulled to break it or injure him. "Submit to Prime little god or this one will keep your arm!" She giggled in delight, her tail slithering outwards to wrap around Kos legs as well, keeping him pinned and at the mercy of the Xeno as she kept him in a dangerous armbar, her claws reaching to pry that lightsaber from his very hands as her legs tightened their grip and only squeezed as if trying to POP his head off.

COMBAT SUMMERY

Ko getting dragged through the ship like a pinball attempts to grab Dima with the force
It is not effective
Domina attacks with random strikes, but attempts to grab Kos saber arm & Leglock them.
Domina wraps thighs around Kos neck and body slams them through control console
Tries to break his arm or claw & Shred it~
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[Ko Vuto]

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

Ko felt himself using a considerable amount of his energy reserves trying to blast Dima out of the ship. But instead she just stood there unfazed. It brought back memories to the Force Nullifying soldiers of Chaldea. Was she one such individual? Hearing her somewhat flirty taunt he stepped back with some unease. At least the the officers and crew within the bridge had largely scrambled out of the room.

In an instant she was on him, swiping and striking at him with her four clawed arms. Ko grimmased under his mask trying his best to avoid them. But it was very difficult since he felt that his body was running off of fumes. She had tremendous energy still and he wasn’t quite able to keep up. Everything was happening so fast for him he could hardly keep up. Only able to some thanks to his Dorin biology offering him greater reflexes.

But the next thing Ko knew was that he was being flipped up into the air. Her legs quickly wrapped around him in powerful vice. Sensing he was about to be in a world of hurt. A memory flashed back to him. Thinking back to a lesson taught to him by council member Jasper Kai'el .

In that moment Ko’s body was harshly slammed through a control console in the ship’s bridge. His body smashes through hardware. However, he didn’t actually feel hurt by it at all as his entire body briefly turned as hard as a rock for a second. But the effort of using that ability across his entire body like that left him completely and utterly drain of energy. He could barely hear Dima’s words as a tsunami of exhaustion overtook the padawan and his body rapidly went limb within Dima’s gabble. The clawed hand holding his weapon releasing it. The cylindrical hilt of his lightsaber rolled out onto the metal floor. Ko wasn’t even able to submit or tap out for Dima, one could only hope that his lack of any resistance would signal to her that the fight was over and that he was entirely at her mercy.

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Location: Ryloth System, Evac Fleet to Ryloth
Equipment: Skinsuit, Flight-suit, Left Bracer, Utility Boots, Mix and Match Harness, Left Ear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby, Modular Blaster
Tools: Fusioncutter
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Allied Tags: Mig Gred @Open
Neutral Tags: Gar Shale
Engagement Tags: @Open

<"Affirmative, Flechette. This is Buzzard moving into covering position."> The Buzzard closing the distance between itself and the lead evac vessel as the Stingers kept themselves spread out.

The Ugly starfighter at a trailing pace by the time the evac fleet began to enter atmosphere and head for a decent looking landing position.

<"Any chance they'll have open arms?"> Lossa sighed across the comms, engaging the atmospheric systems once they broke through.

Her starfighter streaking across the sky over the projected landing zone and beginning to trade places with the Stingers in defensive patterns.

Her vessel straying the furthest to get scans of the battle around them before turning back and joining the evac group.

 

[Domina Prime]

S.C.A.V.A

Everybody says greetings and goodbyes
Everybody pays, no one knows the price
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We know the price of sin, the sin of sacrifice
I know I'll sin again, but who can save me twice?




Jonyna Si | Ko Vuto | Vulpesen | Tallara
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The severe LACK of struggle from her opponent caused Dima to tilt her head slightly, loosening her explosive grip on his bones so she did not crush him in half as his hand let go of his precious weapon, allowing it to roll off of Dimas chest and onto the floor beside them as Dima stopped shredding her claws through his arm, gasping in sheer girlish delight at the sight of her trophy. Her legs twisting awkwardly, not even on purpose and accidentally SNAPPING the young Jedis arm in well...the opposite direction of where it should have been. DISARMING Ko in more ways than just one as she rolled back into a flip and gracefully skipping from her hands up, over and onto her feet in a rather finely preformed dismount, leaving the Jedi to wallow and struggle as Dima excitedly scooped the Jedis lightsaber up with her tail, curling it up towards her claws and snatching it in delight as a number of the personnel aboard the bridge promptly took this as a sign that the fight was not being handled by the young godling.

"Ohh! YES! TROPHY!" She shrieked in delight, alarming those in the bridge as they moved towards the exit. Dimas eyes however looked back towards the Jedi she had left on the ground and realized after the fact that his arm was...not how she had intentionally tried to leave it. Gasping in alarm and grimacing from behind her helm. "O-o-ohhhhh. Oh wow, that looks icky~" She said almost apologetically, glancing over at the others on the bridge and gesturing with her arms at them as they glared with judging eyes. "W-what? It'll be fine at least Dima did not break his head!" She snapped at them before huffing and turning her nose away to focus more on her lightsaber, turning her back to Ko. "Yeah he'll be fine. He's a god after all. You should rejoice though little god! It is Dimas understanding that to you divine, this weapon IS your life yes? This means Dima has taken your life now but your body still lives! And if you ever what your life back, you know who has it~" She reassured herself as the men on the bridge figured now was the time to distance themselves from The Prime as she told the Jedi that, in simpler terms, he was lucky to be alive.

Those closest to the door fled easily. Others however had to go dangerously close to a dazzled and distracted xeno as she suddenly ACTIVATED the lightsaber. Her eyes dilating like dinner-plates from behind her helm as she turned the saber off, then back off, and then back on again. Completely enamored with the color and intensity of the blades head.

"Mmnf, pretty." She warmly mused, glaring at those who had yet to leave and tilting her head awkwardly as they stared with as much bewilderment as they did intimidation. Their looks did not amuse the Xeno. "Why are you mice still here? Go on...RUN!" She barked, swinging the saber and activating it wildly and menacingly causing the command officers to cower and duck aside to slip out the bridge with their tails metaphorically tucked. "Ha! Submission as last! Dima has CLAIMED the big bird by natural law!" She chirped triumphantly, clasping her lower arms behind her back and tucking the saber away with her upper arms. Pressing a button on her wrist and signaling for X9, the droid promptly arrived to the Bridge minutes later. Having initially been trying to follow and keep track of the Xenos running spree through the massive corridors of the ship.

When the droid arrived, it just looked over the scene of destruction and the Padawn left on the floor as Dima was just stepping around the bridge impishly. Pushing her four hands along all the buttons and switches of the bridge randomly and giggling devilishly.

"DIMA! NO!" X9 shouted, levitating through the air to linger beside Dima as she meddled with the ships various controls.

"Oh there you are! X9 check it out! You know cousins NEVER let Dima around the control room of our ships Dima never knew they were so FANCY! Look at all the glowing lights!" She exclaimed, reaching out and pushing a particular blue button that was lingering near more of the center systems at the head of the bridge. "Wonder what this one does?" She questioned innocently.

She ships systems began blaring as a voice from the ship began counting down.

| HYPERDRIVE ACTIVATED! BE ADVISED! CURRENT COURSE NOT RECOMMENDED! |

X9 was certainly not pleased.

"OH NO! NO NOT AGAIN NOT WITH THIS SHIP DIMA!" X9 warned, rushing in front of Dima and pushing the blue button again.

| ~HYPER-DRIVE DISENGAGED~ |

"Awwww no! Boooooo, lame! You know your really making this NOT fun for Dima. This one FINALLY gets to fly a BIG bird and you just haaaaaave to ruin the fun!" The xeno complained, pouting with her four arms crossed.

"WITH THE HYPERDRIVE!?! YOU'D SCORCH THE PLANET DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHERE THE SHIPS POINTING?!" X9 yelled, making Dima groan and roll her eyes from being scolded after being so high off her victory. Her tail lashed out, swinging abrubtly at the droid and missing as X9 had come to expect such behavior, levitating to the side as Dimas tail SMASHED through the console behind them.

The ship RUMBLED and began to LEAN out of orbit after this action. Seemingly sending whatever Dima had set into motion with her previous button mashing on all the bridges console causing the ship to accelerate forward rather quickly. And like X9 was trying to explain to the xeno, the ships nose was pointed downward directly into the city of Ryloth.

"Shut up! All you are ever good for is spoiling Dimas fun!" She quipped back angrily. Barely even realizing what she had done as X9 looked out of the Bridges viewport.

"Oh Dima what have you done~" X9 gasped. Looking over all the buttons and controls of the other control consoles that weren't SMASHED to bits and saw that rather than being crushed they were instead clawed and shredded from Dimas claws recklessly dragging across them.

The droid gave Dima a very long, slow, and deliberate side eye and with a glare only X9 could give.

Dima made a face behind her helm and looked over at the poor Padawan who had nothing to do with the madness Dima had gotten them into.

She pointed two of her arms up and lifted her fingers at him.

"Uhhhhh...those were like that when Dima got here....he probably did it this one thinks~" She deflected in a painfully obvious lie even without being to see her face.

And with that, the Galactic Alliance Capital Ship leaned out of the orbit of Ryloth and ACCELERATED it's course down towards the chaotic battlefield below. The ships controls damaged beyond repair no thanks to Dimas meddling and not causing an incredible shadow to consume the skies above the City.

There would be those who would be caught in the wreckage of the crashing ship and those who would be wise enough to escape the ships path saving themselves.

When the world gets a little to boring, god throws a stone at it. And this would be Dimas skipping stone~

SUMMERY

Victorious in her bout, Dima celebrates by claiming Jedi Lightsaber! Accidentally breaks Kos arm
Domina Claims Command of Ship
Curious, Domina proceeds to meddle and tamper with Capital Ships controls
In her monstrous recklessness Dima accidentally shreds & destroys ships controls
CAUSES SHIP TO CRASH DOWN TOWARDS CAPITAL CITY
Dima Loses Command of the Ship

TO ALL IT MAY INVOLVE ON THE GROUND

Mevia Vizsla | Celt Saxon | Lesha Priest | Zlova Rue | Aana Xyston | Sahan Dragr | Kaleleon | Shai Maji | Valery Noble
Castor Brynnn | Hilal Vizsla | Droz Munin | Zark San Tekka | Silas Westgard | Conrad Derna | Kranak Vizsla | Corazona von Ascania
Kahlil Noble | Shan Pavond | Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr | Nikolai Messervy | Katherine Holt Jackson Lesan

Capital GA ship is now freefalling out of orbit and towards Capital Ryloth City and accelerating! Get caught in path in epic moment, run for cover, watch from distance with popcorn, maybe shoot it down if your a flyboy >D
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[Amelia von Sorenn]

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Attire: [X]​

Objective: Skies Aflame​

Location: ANS Vera​

Allies: Groyuc & Konaasch | Revanant Squadron | Open​

Neutral: Lossa Aureus | Mig Gred ​

Opposition: Gar Shale | Tawnita Wren | Nelliel Kryze | Open​

Spoiler: 2km Fleet

• ANS Vera - Corel II-class Corellian Star Destroyer
• ANS Liberty - Arbitrator-class Missile Frigate
• ANS Harwich - Oswaft-class Corvette
• ANS Grafton - Oswaft-class Corvette
• ANS Ister - Oswaft-class Corvette
• ANS Ultor - Sepulcher-class Strike Carrier
• (3) Squadrons - E-wing Multi-Role Starfighter
• (2) Squadrons - F-29 Fortress Bomber
• (1) Squadron - PTL-B9 Heavy B-wing
• (2) Squadrons - A-wing Interceptor

Post Count: II​

Amelia stood silently upon the bridge as she carefully watched the vessels and fleets of both the Galactic Alliance and the Mandalorians arrive en mass to Ryloth, a jewel in the otherwise rough outback of the Galaxy. Once more it seemed to unfold as it had previously, as each side mustered its vessels and waited for the other to strike the first blow. That first salvo of weapon fire would unleash the proverbial hornet's nest and would soon fill the space above Ryloth with the streaming brilliant bolts of energy as Turbolaser Cannons and Ion Cannons unleashed their destructive capabilities. However, it did not prevent what had already been put in motion, and Ryloth and its people still needed assistance to push the Mandalorians back. She knew that her small Line of Battle was no match for the staggering forces that the Mandalorians were deploying, though she knew that at this moment she was not alone. ​

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"Commodores Groyuc and Konnasch, this is Captain von Sorenn of the ANS Vera. I've deployed in formation with a Light Attack Line and will begin moving to cut off the corridor to Ryloth that the Mandalorians have established. I'll render what assistance I'm able both against the Star Destroyer currently in atmosphere harassing ground forces and in regards to the Mandalorian vessels above the planet." ​

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The woman kept an eye on the movement of the vessels around her own Line of Battle, knowing full well that her formation couldn't stand against the larger fleets that had arrived. Nor did she think it would be easy to displace the Star Destroyer that currently sat in the planet's atmosphere, it was still a risk, however, it was a risk that would likely result in more of her crew and vessels surviving. The moment had not yet arrived for her to damn the torpedoes, nor did she have a desire to risk her crew's lives just for glory and prestige as was often the case with other Officers seeking to climb the ladder of rank. ​

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"All bomber squadrons remain close to the main formation, wait until you see an opening to begin your bombing run. Starfighter Squadrons, assist the ANS Harwich and ANS Grafton in screening enemy Starfighters. Above all else, do not fire unless fired upon. I repeat, we are not to engage unless the enemy engages first." ​

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It would be a risky call ordering her vessels not to fire, though she wanted to hold some kind of high ground in terms of publicity at home. Her experience had taught her as much that she should be cautious when required, brash when needed, and above all else maintain a good public image for those whose family members may be serving beneath her at that moment. Taking a moment to collect herself, she closed her eyes, a deep breath filling her lungs as she held it and slowly counted in her head before carefully releasing the breath. Her hands kept a firm hold behind her back, clasped within the other as she brought her head up once more and opened her eyes. ​

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Golden-yellow hues fell upon the vessels that crowded the screen, observing their movements as she attempted to track a few of the larger vessels. It was her purpose to keep her small Line of Battle away from the heavier Star Destroyers; not having the firepower or defensive capabilities to handle those beasts. She could just as likely get lucky with one of her bomber squadrons - though that would require patience and waiting for the right moment to strike. For now, she would focus on maneuvering her Line of Battle into the main corridor above Ryloth, attempting to secure the area and begin the cut off of Air Superiority to the enemy. ​

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Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Capital Ships moving towards the main corridor above Ryloth
• Starfighter Squadrons assisting in maintaining Anti-Starfighter Screen
• Bomber Squadrons holding formation near fleet
• All vessels are ordered to hold fire until engaged

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[Hilal Vizsla]

Mandalorian Armor

The guy seemed to be a sympathetic figure and he was pretty cute. Yet he was part of the Galactic Alliance and therefore an enemy to be taken care of. It didn't help that the stupid chit began spraying the freezing water all over the already dead soldiers..... and her. "The frack?!" Hilal yelled unleashing her flame thrower to match the frozen water thrown at her. The two streams collided to create a thick mist enough for Hilal to fly high in the air and see that her enemy was nothing more than a stinking Jedi.

"Oh great!" Hilal rolled her eyes flying above him. "A Jedi! I'll make your death quick and painless!"

Third Jedi this month and it wasn't even Hilal's birthday. The Bounty Hunter unleashed a barrage of missiles at him attempting to put some pressure on the Jedi.

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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A pair of blaster shots could be heard firing as they impacted the ground before Kaleleon as he approached the group of captured civilians, followed shortly by Droz's booming voice, " You Jedi sure are predictable. Always playing hero and coming to save the day. " Droz rounded a corner with a Twi'lek woman held at gunpoint while he held her child in his free hand. At a quick glance, Kaleleon would notice a metallic collar around the woman's neck, a red light glowing ominously as tears streamed down their face. Upon further inspection, one would notice that most of the captured civilians also bore the same collar. ​

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In addition to that, Droz's presence would feel off to the Jedi, like he existed but did not at the same time, as was the woman and child he had close to him; something that suggested that the Force wouldn't be able to reach or touch him.​

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There wasn't much time to think further as the sound of thrusters was heard, several Mandalorians assigned to Droz appeared as they took up positions around the Jedi at varying elevations, readying their weapons as several droids from before came swinging in, ready to run at the Jedi. Droz shoved the woman forward as he shifted his aim from her towards Kaleleon, " Time to make this trip worth my while Jedi. Make this interesting for me. Save all these helpless tailheads. " As the woman Droz shoved forward stumbled, crying out in anguish, the collar's light around her neck would go from red to green before promptly detonating, a flash of light soon drowned out in a messy fountain of blood and bone, Droz speaking as the body fell, " If you can. "​

 

[Tallara]

Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr Nikolai Messervy | Ko Vuto Domina Prime
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"Mandalorians aren't exactly the type to use bridges," she commed. Still, Nemesis had a point; they needed somewhere that they could leverage their minuscule numbers to make an impact. The locals had already deactivated the plasma bridge and done their best to fortify. The stage was already set.

"We'll slip through the main push towards the main entrance. Plant our explosives, hit them, leverage the chaos, then dip out. Go-"

A ripple in her senses stopped her dead in her tracks. "Stop."

She looked around, then up. A Prosecutor-class was burning up the atmosphere as it tore down towards the city. She could see escape pods firing out as it descended straight for them.

"Take cover," she said, half-heartedly, before forcing herself to focus. "Hold position and cover me."

She 'revealed' herself not too far ahead, holding between a restaurant and a boutique shop. Her hand stretched upwards, eyes closed, searching for anything to grasp. There was a flagging light towards the bridge. The metal controls of the place felt mangled and shredded.

She pushed her senses further; any focus she had on concealing herself was redirected. The ship didn't have a secondary bridge. No crew were left to help her. A few darker presences, filled with violent intent, still moved quickly towards the hangar.

There was so little time; the ship still accelerated towards the surface.

"I'm going to angle it towards the main gate," she said. Tallara was nowhere near strong enough to stop or lift the ship, and she didn't have a good enough picture of the interior to try a more surgical approach. "If I, uh, pass out, just give me a stim, and figure out everything else," she murmured.

She gathered all the strength she had. Both hands reached up, placed against the cruiser's hull. She pushed. Though it was an effort of mind and Force, her entire body began to strain.

The cruiser crashed, metal hull breaking the earth and sinking deep. The cruiser's underside slashed through the city gate. The earth shook, buildings collapsed, destruction rolled through on a dust cloud.

Tallara slumped against a wall, and her vision went dark.

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Ryloth, thirteen miles north of assault on capital
Objective: clear and capture artillery position
Tag: Corazona von Ascania Kahlil Noble
Equipment: In bio

As Celt and her commandos walked across the top of the Mesa, there was little in the way of resistance, a few twilek soldiers with small arms trying to drive them back, nothing the three mandalorian warriors could handle. "Detecting higher and predicted amounts of gas particles up here, think they managed to vent before it took." Her vod commented.

"Nah, this stuff is quick acting, had to be automated unless they are rocking full body gas protection, and our drones reported none of that." she replied.

Celt looked around her, her dreamsight's inbuilt scanners giving her full readouts and toxin densities. "Over there..." she pointed "Spike in air density above the rock, something is forcing the air out of there, not detecting any machinery... hit it"

Her vod nodded and a missile arced from his backpack, slamming into the crack in the rock with a small seismic warhead with enough punch to cause a cave in form whomever was lucky enough to be underneath. It would the section and prevent any more gas escaping from the inner areas. The ground shook briefly as the charge did its work, Celt's lip raised in a sneer, it would take something special to get out of that jam, she couldnt help but enjoy her job. "Check it out" she gestured and one of her vod moved forward to assess the damage caused by his seismic charge. He had is assault rifle up as he walked to the breech.

The other two teams had now breached the tunnels and were moving room by room, giving mercy to any soldiers who had not fully succumbed to the gas and also ensuring that the base was ready for the inevitable take over by the mandalorians in preparation for holding the city from potential counter attacks. News had gotten to them that the Alliance forces were greater than had been anticipated, but the Enclave could handle it.

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[Yael Kandar]

RAISE THE BANNER
~In memory of The Quartermaster~

EQUIPMENTS:

Spoiler

Yael Kandar's Beskar'gam
M.I. Exoskeleton
M.I. Universal Heads-Up Display
M.I. 'Halo' Jump Boots
M.I. Model 6M Hybrid Pistol
ENCL-JR5 Striking Falcon Jetpack
EF-M401E Enforcer Series Scattergun - 'Rampage' Edition
KSTR-20 Borealis Heavy Blaster Pistol
Breshig War Forge Consolidated NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
Breshig War Forge Consolidated TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
Htagir'senaar Whistling Birds
Standard grappling line
Standard flamethrower
Standard repulsor

OBJECTIVE: Distract and take on the Jedi, buy time for the rest to occupy the city
PROXIMITY: TOO MANY OF Y'ALL
ENGAGING: Jasper Kai'el (SOON!)

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RYLOTH, GAULUS SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

Breathe in, breathe out. War. We all know this is what it eventually will come down to. The price to pay in the quest of recovering our dignity, of reminding the galaxy for the last time that our very existence is not up to bargain. It's the oldest tale of the galaxy. A group of people, exiled from our own home, not once, not twice. Centuries of struggle, carving up a small haven in the corner of the galaxy, a place we can call home, for now. History has made it clear by now that home, for our kind, will never be a place, but a creed, a tribe, a peoplehood. Whether you were born a Mandalorian or re-born a Mandalorian makes no difference. In the eyes of the Mando'ade you are vod. Beautiful, isn't it? Ours is the collective might of a tribe that evokes all the jealousy and envy from all corners of the galaxy.

History has made it clear that they will stop at nothing to take away what we have. Jedi, Sith, Imperials. The Excision and Genocide of the Mando'ade by the Jedi and Sith will never be forgiven. Do not forget the blood of your ancestors that was spilled. How could you expect us, who have been wronged throughout bloody centuries, to keep our legs crossed and our head nodding at our small corner while our ancestral oppressors are annexing worlds and bulking up their war machine? How could you expect us, your supposed old ally, to let go of worlds we had to abandon during the dark age, a direct result of a war that you profit your treacherous Alliance the most, while you are expanding faster than anyone else in the galaxy ever did? How could you, the supposed protector of the light, expect us to take it in the chin and let go, when you violate our sovereignty, jurisdiction, and dignity, under the guise of morality, when you do nothing to stop the perverted and fascistic regimes of the Sith and the Empire. Jealousy, pure, pure jealousy. That has always been the reason why you lot always try to eradicate us off the face of the galaxy. Never again.

Jealousy, that's what brings you here, to Ryloth, with your lightside exceptionalism, with all the moral high ground. Those who do not follow the Resol'nare are not worthy of raising their voice at us. We did not raise our voice when your corrupt officials schemed their way to annex Thyrsus, Reytha, Ukatis, we never did. Our way is the way of the steel and fire, not poison and bribes, and that's exactly what we're doing today. Your opinions have never been less of an importance than it is today.

<This is Yael Kandar of the Strike Force Sur'ar, touching down in one eighty. Remember, we're here to breach and retake the capital from the illegitimate government, try to minimize collateral damages. The Alliance has deployed their Jedi retinue in there, engage with caution. This is just the beginning, we are going to take Ryloth and we will never look back. All the old tales of glories, we will make them reality. FOR THE ENCLAVE!>

It didn't take long until the Dropship landed, right in the middle of the battle, between all the flesh and Beskar. Squadrons of clan levies and Si'kayha engages Rylothi army, militias, and GADF soldiers, including the squadron I was assigned to. However, that's not really why I am thrown in the gutter. Ground-pounding and line warfare are not really my specialty. I'm here to counter the Alliance's deployment of the Jedi. It's what I've been trained to do my whole life. Spraying flamethrower charges to a ragtag squad of Rylothi militia from the sky, I scanned and screened my surroundings for any possible Jedi cultist. Any that I could take on, another glory under Yael Kandar's name.

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[Jasper Kai'el]

Ryloth
Tags: Yael Kandar

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Jasper was here to do his duty.

He didn't much care for warfare these days, he cared for relief. As such, the Jedi Knight was here organizing the evacuation efforts. A good deal of Twi'leks had already been escorted to evac shuttles, escaping the planet in the carnage. That was an entirely different situation that he would have to handle later, but for now he was just here to do what he could to save lives. After all, Jasper was not here under the pretense of honor and glory.

There was no glory in combat. Only death.

As he was helping along a young girl who had fallen, picking her up to her feet and reconnecting her with her mother, the ground shook with the impact of a drop pod. Jasper turned, letting out a rather unenthusiastic sigh when a Mandalorian warrior emerged. It seemed like they were looking for Jedi if he had to guess, given that they payed the average soldier little mind.

"Keep moving," he told the mother. "The shuttle isn't to far ahead."

And with that he'd begin walking towards the warrior. No words, no brandishing and showing off. He was here to do his duty, and he saw no reason to keep the devil waiting.

War had come for him again.

 

[Cailen Corso]

Ryloth
Objective III - Old Friends

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Cailen swallowed hard as the transport neared Ryloth. He was given an independent mission, to rendezvous with a band of Twi’lek refugees and guide them to safety in GA territory. It was a chance to prove himself to the Jedi Order, and something he didn’t take lightly; Lives were at stake, and he alone was responsible for keeping them safe.

‘I can do this,’ he reassured himself.

‘I’m ready for this.’

He looked out the viewport, taking in the rocky terrain. Cailen had never been to Ryloth, a thought that made him feel rather out of place. The Twi’lek homeworld was yet another planet he’d visited on assignment, seeing it for the first time through the lens of war and strife. It broke his heart, but there was little time to ruminate.

“Approaching the LZ now, Padawan Corso,” the pilot said. Cailen nodded his thanks, grabbing his pack and checking it over as he neared the bay doors.

When they slid open, he passed a final glance back before turning and stepping out. His boots landed with a thud on the clay, and before the dust had settled, the shuttle was speeding away.

Cailen let out a sigh, fastened his backpack, and set out toward the rendezvous point.

“I can do this,” he said firmly.

---

Tags: Vulcan Krayt ​

 

[Felix Faraday]

Bridge of Capitol Ship - Orbital Atmosphere - Ryloth
Jonyna Si || Ko Vuto || Domina Prime

Alarms blared. Hull integrity had been compromised. Engines overloaded. Flames and sparks clashed and sparked through the hall against metal and the strain of mechanisms and safety protocols fighting against an inevitable downward fall of the capitol ship. Evacuation pods evacuating everyone that could fit aboard them.

People were going to die. This was war. Not all lives could be saved.

But maybe the lives aboard this ship could be saved. If he tried really hard and it was a good day.

The bridge door slid open as a pair of blue-green eyes peered through purple glasses into the room. A glance told him all he needed to know. Jedi. Mando. Droid. All the consoles either smashed or clawed apart. The Jedi Padawan's injuries had rendered the young man out of commission, to put it as simply as possible. The Mandalorian in front of him bickering with her droid. It must have been her who caused this damage and hurt the jedi.

He remembered both of them. The festival. What an interesting twist of fate.

Adjusting his glasses by pushing them up along the bridge of his nose, Felix began heading towards the Jedi padawan. Placing a pair of fingers along both the underside of Ko's wrist and along the nape of his neck, Felix checked for a pulse. A rapid vibration of lifeblood traveling throughout the Kel Dor's body was confirmation enough. Alive. Although the Kel Dor's arm had seen better days. Felix removed his jacket and his hands worked to tie together an improvised bandage and sling for his arm. His arms pulled together one final knot before setting Ko to lie down.

Done. Now to the main problem at hand.

Standing up and walking past both Dima and her assistant bot, every footstep by Felix made a beeline for the consoles. A cursory glance told him everything he needed. Controls were destroyed but most of the monitors were intact. Placing both hands on the sides of the destroyed controls, a million thoughts and ideas raced through Faraday's mind. Synapses firing as sweat began to grow like beads along his forehead. An idea. He needed an idea.

A method of steering the ship and accessing the controls through a non-linear method. One that required a hands-off approach. His eyes peered up. The city. The mountain. Those blue skies being choked out by fire and smoke. Before his eyes fell upon the small droid.

"I'm going to need that. Thanks," an almost bitter note escaped his throat as he spoke.

Aiming his cybernetic arm at the small floating automaton, a small grappling hook fired and latching itself onto the droid before reeling back into Felix's palm. Cybernetic fingers held tight along its frame. No escape for the droid. None at all.

"You shock me and I turn you into scrap before Dima even gets a step closer to me," Felix threatened, eyes glaring at both bot before quickly glancing that same ugly look at Dima. "We're saving the ship, and you're going to help me."

No one was dying here. Not on his watch. Not today. His other hand pressed a button on the communication panel. One of the few devices that escaped Dima's wrath.

"This is the bridge speaking! Anyone who is unable to reach an escape pod, head for the upper levels! Now!"

His hand left the control before he took out a knife and jamming the blade a quarter of a inch into the shell of the droid. With a swift tug and a tear, Felix began peeling off the outer shell of the droid. Wires and circuitry exposed themselves before Felix removed a hunk of the outer shell. No time for niceties here. First, he needed to remove the droid's ability to possibly fly away. One twist of the knife slit a wire in twain.

Now to plug the damn droid into the ship's consoles. Pulling on a few wires and ripping them in twain, Felix began removing insulation before twisting wires of both console and droid together. He needed to tie the droid into key systems, send key signals, to certain areas of the ship.

"You're going to help reverse the course of this ship and you're going to do it now or you'll die along with us."

He leaned in close to X9. Droids had safety protocols and a measure of self-preservation. In fact, he knew this one had a personality module of a certain make or model.

"Although, I'm rather certain I'll survive, but you? They'll be picking your shrapnel off the walls," Felix stared into the droid's visual receptor. Before turning away and tying two wires together in a different part of the console. Sparks explode as Felix's hands deftly flew across the various circuitry, trying to establish some measure of control for the droid.

"Pull us away from the city! Now!"

This would work. It had to work. It was the only way.​

 

[Shai Maji]

RYLOTH | LESSU
ALLIES: Mandalorians
ENEMIES: Everyone else
ENGAGING: Valery Noble | BB-610
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

Everything felt off to her in the moment. She couldn’t quite place it, but everything and everyone around her simply didn’t sit right for her. Valery hoped for the fight to blow over, but they both knew it was impossible. The Mandalorian war machine started turning again, and nothing could stop it.

”Val, they gotta live with their mistakes. But for kark’s sake… don’t do this. Don’t do this to me, I’m begging you.” She pleaded. Her droid spoke up and Shai turned her attention as tears began to brew. He had a point. But her chance to put a stop to this was past, there was nothing she could do to stop her people.

He reminded her of her own droid. Baby had long since been transferred into her Basilisk’s brain, but as a BB-unit he was always there for her. ”This doesn’t have to be a war.” She told the little droid. ”Val, please…” She stepped forward to grab her by her shoulders for a light shake.

”Do it for me. And if not for me… for your kiddies. For your padawans. You have a chance to do what I never could. Don’t… don’t do this to me. This isn’t a fight for the Jedi.” Tears began rolling down her cheeks as she looked into Valery’s eyes. ”Don’t make me draw.” She muttered, hoping Valery would remember what she said up in that tower.

 

[Jas Katis]

RYLOTH | ORBIT
GALACTIC ALLIANCE | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
ALLIES: GA | Groyuc & Konaasch | Amelia von Sorenn
ENEMIES: Enclave | Gar Shale | Vemric Keldra
ENGAGING: OPEN
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

Spoiler: fleet

• Flagship:
  • HNV-764 ”Christophsis” (Overlord) | (100% | 100%)
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• Front:
  • 4x Conqueror-Class Star Destroyers:
    • HNV-724 ”Nimban” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-712 ”Lorta” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-701 ”Tython” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-731 ”Mon Gazza” (100% | 100%)
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• Flank:
  • 4x Voyager-Class Heavy Cruisers:
    • HNV-765 ”Argovia” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-766 ”Mustafar” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-767 ”Ilum” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-768 ”Panatha” (100% | 100%)
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• Support:
  • 8x Tiburon-Class Corvettes:
    • HNV-701-A ”Denon” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-701-B ”Coruscant” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV- 724-A ”Lyran”(100% | 100%)
    • HNV-724-B ”Kestri” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-712-A ”Vlemoth” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-712-B ”Isis” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-731-A ”Rodia” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV- 731-B ”Rishi”(100% | 100%)
  ​
• Compliment:
  • Meteor-Class Starfighters
  • Vanguard-Class Gunship
  • Type 72 Orbital Drop Pod

THEME​

With the rising threat from the Enclave and their aggressive expansion reaching closer to Christophsis with each passing day, the Hellions jumped at the chance when a request for mercenary services came up. The expeditionary fleet was scrambled and bolstered for what was building up to one hell of a brawl. Everyone knew what it meant when a Negotiator was approved for deployment.

Total war was on the horizon.

The fleet hung in orbit as the other vessels arrived and assumed positions. The guns were still stowed and the fleet looked rather insignificant at first glance. Simply a battlecruiser with a complement of star destroyers. Herrix studied the scanners and maps of the territory around the Hellion fleet, as well as the activity on the ground. Jas could handle that bit, the garrison on the ground was more than capable.

For now, Herrix’s focus was the arrival of the Mandalorian fleet. What took him by surprise, however, was a brief flash and the sudden blip of a star destroyer… in the atmosphere. ”What the kriff were those people smoking? Holy hell…” He muttered to himself. But that was beyond him now. The ground forces had enough big guns to engage it, at least for the moment. ”Divert four squadrons to bolster the Alliance fighters. We got bigger fish to fry up here.” He ordered the bridge crew of the Christophsis. Perhaps it was time to see how the Alliance navy could handle itself.

:: ANS Kos Yolina, ANS Vera, this is Captain Herrix of the Hellion Naval Vessel Christophsis. Ready to engage. If you need support, we’ll cover you. :: He broadcasted to the Alliance ships. A simple formality, just in case they worried about who to shoot at.

With the press of a button, the alert went out to all of his ships. The fleet of five ships expanded as more capital ships emerged from the hangars of the enormous vessels, swelling the numbers of the Hellion fleet. The hulls came to life as armour plates slid open and armament emerged, all locked onto the Enclave fleet. Shield generators powered up and red alert broadcasted to all stations. It was time to dance. The battlecruiser and star destroyers took the front, with the cruisers on the flanks and corvettes hanging back for the moment.

:: Attention all Enclave vessels. This is Hellion Naval Vessel seven-six-four. You are trespassing upon sovereign territory. Stand down and turn back now, or we will be forced to take drastic action. :: Herrix sent the open broadcast to the opposing fleet as he spared a glance at his crew.

Another simple formality.

Spoiler: actions

• Hellion fleet deploys all ships and assumes formation
• Weapons and systems primed and ready
• Contact made with Alliance allies
• Warning issued to Enclave opposition

 

[Jas Katis]

RYLOTH | LESSU
GALACTIC ALLIANCE | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
ALLIES: GA
ENEMIES: ENCLAVE
ENGAGING: Open
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

WAR PIG​

”FLANK LEFT!”

”They took the complex! Move in!”

”Jetpacks in the air!”

The streets of Lessu were a warzone as Enclave troopers and Mandalorians manoeuvred and the Hellions countered. Blaster bolts, missiles and grenades flew in all directions as the Hellions scrambled for cover and tried to get around the encroaching Enclave forces.

Jas ducked behind a blown out speeder and fired back at a Mandalorian flying overhead, but it did little more than knock the warrior off course and into a building. ”These karking tin cans are seriously getting on my nerves.” He grumbled as he tossed a spent power cell and slotted a new one into his rifle.

”Hell commander, how’d ya think we feel?” Karst chimed in next to him after throwing a grenade at some troopers down the road. ”At least ya got that laser sword of yours for a pinch.” He continued, giving Jas a nudge. The Pureblood gave him a smack over the head as he glared at the man through his visor. ”I use that and we’ll have Jedi and Mandos coming down on us from all directions, so shut up.” He growled.

He turned his attention back to the force down the street and in the buildings around them as a faint noise echoed in the distance. It grew louder and louder until it was clear as day over the cacophony of the battle. The heavy footfalls of a walker.

An Enclave Assault Walker, with its weapons directly aimed at Jas and his company. His eyes went wide and his heart sunk as reality seemed to pause around him for a moment. A thundering boom erupted, but to his surprise an explosion rocked the walker as it staggered and crashed against a building. A few seconds later, another boom erupted and the walker burst in a mix of debris and hellfire. The third boom was louder, this time with a wave of heat and force washing over them from behind. A nearby building was enveloped in an explosion that tore it, and its Enclave occupants, apart in a second.

:: Commander Katis, this is Spawn. Got separated from our column. Looks like you needed the help. :: The comms chatter drew his attention to the tank That droned up from behind them. Jas didn’t respond immediately, merely breathing a sigh of relief as he watched the machine stop by him and his troops. Krast made up for his silence as he rushed over to hug the machine. ”You durasteel son of a harpy, I could kiss you!” He cried out.

:: We appreciate the help, Spawn. Fall in, first company will provide cover. :: He ordered as he rose from his position. The mercenaries fell in around the tank as its engine whined and the machine rolled forward once more. Its laser cannons and repeaters tore the buildings apart along with anyone caught in their wake. The Hellions scanned their surroundings for any dangers to the tank.

Luckily they had a little bit of good luck in all of this.

 

[Quezz-Sem Soll]

675th "Mon Cala" Task Force​

Battlegroup Kenobi​

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ANS Yos Kolina​	MC81k 'Liberty Kai' type Star Cruiser​
ANS Ibdun Dand​	MC81k 'Liberty Kai' type Star Cruiser​
ANS Montorr​	MC81k 'Liberty Kai' type Star Cruiser​
ANS Kellin​	Courageous-Class Star Destroyer​
ANS Blotus​	Courageous-Class Star Destroyer​
ANS Polk Polk​	Courageous-Class Star Destroyer​
ANS Mollo​	Valor II Class Star Cruiser​
ANS Greylock​	Valor II Class Star Cruiser​
ANS Furlow​	Valor II Class Star Cruiser​
ANS Selziro​	Nebulon L2 - Class Escort Frigate​
ANS Guose​	Nebulon L2 - Class Escort Frigate​
ANS Jumbo​	Nebulon L2 - Class Escort Frigate​
ANS Locket​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Monsoon​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Addle​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Fiery​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​

Allies: Jas Katis Amelia von Sorenn Revenant Squadron
Opponent: Gar Shale Tawnita Wren

The 675th Task Force began moving into battle formation at the first signs of the Mandalorian fleet above the planet. It became quite apparent to the command staff on board the ANS Yos Kolina that the enclave had brought no shortage of firepower to the engagement, which would make penetrating the atmosphere that much more dangerous than previous estimates had predicted. Although the alliance had superior numbers in orbit they would do little against hardened Mandalorians who would stand their ground no matter the odds. Such an enemy could not be broken through force but they could still be routed if the Mandalorian fleet could be goaded into splitting their formation to counter an attack on multiple fronts.

The tactical screen was a buzz of activity as Commodore Groyuc glanced over it, highlighting key objectives that needed to be accomplished if they were to obtain total victory. He counted amongst the present enemy fleet a number of Dreadnought Cruisers anchored around the main flagship. They were counting on superior starfighter capacity to bog down the enemy's formation as per standard alliance naval doctrine coming out from the Second Great Hyperspace War. But they were also well aware that getting into a direct fire fight would cause considerable losses of life. A balanced plan of attack was thus needed.

The Alliance Communication room picked up signals from the Fleet underneath Captain Von Sorenn ( Amelia von Sorenn ). who relayed that they were arrayed in formation and would back them up where needed, which was a sigh of relief to the alliance command staff on board who would gladly accept assistance. Commodore Kronaasch would bring up the transmissions on the main terminal; sending a reply with all due haste.

"We read you loud and clear, Captain Von Sorenn. The present situation is less than ideal with those dreadnought cruisers blocking our path. I would like to recommend that you engage in a lightshow with the enemy fleet, to goad them into breaking formation by attacking their sides." Kronsaasch explained, wanting to pressure the enemy to break their formation as outlined earlier with a false attack on their side which would force the enemy commander to respond. Once the suggestion was acknowledged the commodore would focus his attention on the fleet as it moved closer and closer to the Mandalorian battle formation.

The ANS Yos Kolina along with the ANS Ibdun Dand, ANS Montorr would form up side by side with each other while the rest of the fleet would support them when the lines would clash. The Mon Cala Twins would look to use the impressive broadside abilities to decimate the enemy fleet as they went past. But that would only occur if the enemy broke formation as predicted.

Commodore Groyuc glanced over as another transmission came through from Jas Katis , who explained that they had arrived to support the alliance. "This is Commodore Groyuc, we read you loud and clear. We appreciate the support and will transmit our battle plans as they unfold." was the response given, short but formal as the battle ahead took up much of his planning time. The Task Force would begin arming their primary batteries, and prepping their shields for incoming fighters.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Hehe: Kahlil Noble
Not Hehe: Celt Saxon ​

Concentrating of venting the nerve gas from their enclosed space, Cora didn't turn to see Kahlil work his magic. Rather, she felt it. Bright halos of lights filtered into the periphery of her vision as the hand-carved runes flared to life, and the Force swelled with the strength and manipulation that only a seasoned Jedi Master could manage.

The structure surrounding them became still. A gradual collapse had been frozen in time. It wasn't just that, but the walls somehow felt sturdier, too.

"I am ready." Cora assured Kahlil, though perhaps the tension in her tone would be less convincing. Valery had been talking her up? No pressure, then.

The Nobles had gradually filled the role of surrogate parents to Cora - or, as much as her stubbornness would allow them to. As nurturing and empathetic as they were, Cora disliked the notion that she was being coddled, even if it only existed in her mind. They'd seen her at her absolute lowest point in life - helplessly imprisoned on Ukatis - and she was ashamed.

"I'm almost finished." She informed him. "The last of the gas-"

Her eyes flared wide in alarm, sensing the warhead a moment before it made impact. The resulting explosion rocked the cavern, but the rune-enhanced walls held fast. Her shield had protected them from any further damage from the collision, but it shattered under the weight of the missive's detonation, releasing what remained of the gas within the cave.

The vapor washed over her, snatching the air from her lungs. The Padawan fell to one knee, coughing and gasping for breath. Her eyes burned and her vision swam. Calling on the Force, Cora closed her stinging eyes, urging the esoteric power to purge the toxins from her system.

When she finally regained her composure - and her breath - she reached next out with her hand, generating a small vortex of energy. Force whirlwind was a technique taught to her by Valery, one she'd learned to control by weaving the Force around stones to lift them into a cyclonic pattern. This application was a little different; instead of trying to manipulate rocks, she used the suction generated by the whirlwind to draw the rest of the gas away from the rebels they were protecting.

Cora opened both eyes, bright blue irises contrasting heavily against her now smudged eyeliner. Focusing on the breech created by the Mandalorian missile, she reared back her hand then thrust her palm forward, sending the nerve gas rippling back towards the commando who approached.

Grunting with displeasure, Cora retrieved a monogrammed handkerchief from somewhere within her armor and delicately dabbed at the watery mascara mess beneath her eyes.

"How uncouth." She sniffed.

 

[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 , Amelia von Sorenn , Gar Shale Open

Flechette looked over as the ships started to break atmo.

"Hard to say. Tal's well know enough, and not like we only have Mandos on the crews. GA I don't think cares as much. Enclave's the one's I'm worried about. Tend to be as predictable as a hungry reek. Folks on the surface.... Mixed bag. Won't force anyone to evacuate." The pilot would begin a wide circle around the evacuation zone as the various small ships and corvettes began to land. One of the Hutthounds dropped some speeders, just in case they needed to get further out. Everything else was either a transport, freighter, or medical ship. Wouldn't really matter who came to anyone there. They'd get them off world right now and sort things out later. Right now though, they had to get people loaded up.

Meanwhile in orbit, Mig watched on from the Keros Kad, taking a few breaths.

"Is Ranger-2 ready to set up a flak wall once evac ships start returning to orbit."

"Yes Alor. And fighters are ready."

"Good. Enclave and GA seem to be playing nice right now. Let's just hope it stays that way."

 

[Kaleleon]

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

Coming to a hard stop, the blaster bolt landed directly in front of me. Not that the blaster would have likely done much to the armor, It was the fact that a large metal collar was around the necks of the woman and child. Firmly I held the blade. Ready to leap into action if needed. However, as the droids marched up, and a few other Mandos who were in with this man showed up, I closed my eyes behind the helm for a moment. Breathing in then letting it escape. Centering my heart rate. The Mandos were at different elevations. Even the ones behind me. Hearing their thrusters on allowed me to know their location. Just to make sure, A small pulse wave went out. Gathering data to form a Lidar 3D imaging of the location of all the bots, and Mandalorians in the area. Bringing all this information to my hub, it also picked up that the collars on the necks of the civilians, were bombs.

The Mando spoke out. Telling me to make some trouble for him to come out all this way. To give him something good to work with. All before pressing the detonator to make the heads of these two civilians explode in a flash of light. Every bit of me wanted to lash out at this man right now. Every part of my body wanted to reach out with the force and bring him closer so I could run my blade through. Yet, I sensed a lack of something. The force. As if he was able to exist without any of the force touching him. Even attempting to sense his heart rate yielded nothing. This was not going to be some Mando I could overpower with the force. Instead I would have to be sneaky

As I gave the words directed towards the man who wished to egg me on, I used the force on myself. Preparing and cooking what I was needing to do.

"Give me a moment Mandalorian."

A can dropped of its own from my belt. Yet before it could reach the ground, it would explode into a cloud of dampening aerosol. As soon as the Mandalorians around me realized what was happening they fired. The droids closing in and racing to me. Jumping into the smoke. I mean, droids and Mandos could both use thermal imaging to see I was crouched trying to do something within the smoke. Droids jumping then exploding like they were programmed to do. Yet, with those explosions, the aerosol was pushed away to expose a halo of energy around me. Droids explosions were ineffective.

I wouldn't give them time to rebuttle. The time I spent in the smoke was used to trade out my sword, for the lightsaber, and physical shield I carried. From whatever aerosol that was left, the shield flew out from. Smacking into the Mando directly to my left. Striking home underneath the chest-plate armor, in the stomach. The Lodestone device housed in the shield activated. Dropping the mando with the shield directly into the ground with a gravity 10 times greater than current. Even if the jetpack was on. it was rated to be used in standard gravity worlds. Not one with ten times the gravity pulling on you.

The blue light of the Lightsaber ignited its azure blade. Already flying into Form 3, Soresu. Deflecting blaster bolts back at the attackers. Turning to my right The single blade, exploded into a second. The Split saber functionality was coming into play. I closed the gap with a flash between myself and the one to my right. One saber pierced directly into the nape of his neck. Then yanked to the side. Letting the head detach from the body. The second saber thrown across a short distance to pierce into the abdomen of another. Flashing over to him, the second saber in an upper cut to remove the arm that held the blaster, and the second ripped out from the side again. Half-bisecting him at the abdomen.

Third Mandalorian was a woman. She closed the gap on me attempting to get me from behind. Sabers shut off as I yanked her to me. Grabbing a hold by the back of her head, and her thigh, I picked her up, and brought her down with all of my might physically and that of the force down upon my knee. Loud cracking followed by her screams in pain. Making sure my knee impacted high enough on the back, that her body would be paralyzed from the chest down. Pretty much making her like one of the pretzels you would find at any kind of Life-day fair.

Final Mando learned to keep a distance. Looking to use his blaster carbine and shooting at me from the distance, What he didn't realize, is while I have telekinetic control of the items around me, he didn't think I could grab him as well. The jetpack thrusters brought him close to me with speed. Reaching for his throat, I held him in the air. Throwing him down to the ground in a slam. Drawing my knife from the belt, and sticking it into his throat. Leaving it there.

"Keep it in, and you might survive."

Some off-handed medical advice for the man who was dealing with a knife now lodged in his throat. Moving would be painful. Removing it would also be painful, but also just make it so he would bleed out and drown in his own blood seeping into his esophagus. By now, the Mando who had been hit with the shield had been under the weight of gravity, it had choked him out of being able to breathe. Collapsing his lungs, crushing the heart, and preventing blood flow to the brain.

Looking to the last Mando. The one who triggered the detonator, The mohawk of the helm was now flat from his view. Meaning all of my attention was for him and him alone.

"Ca'nara at hokaanir otale, besom"

Before I shipped out to here, aiming to protect these people, I had one phrase in Mando'a that I practiced over and over again. One that I knew they would understand very clearly. I was not here to play. A simple string of words for this man to understand.

Time to cut loose, nerf herder.