Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Carbon]

Orbit over Junction
On-board the Duraanir

Coming out of hyperspace over the planet of Junction, Emberli's Nebula-class Star Destroyer immediately threw up it's shields and powered up its weapons. Around the pocket-battleship varius cruisers, carriers and troop ships powered up their defenses as well.

In front of them was the planet that had started this degredation of Mandalorian territory - a battle that would likely go down as a travesty in any history book regardless of author. But he was here with his men to rewrite that story.

He was here to start a campaign to drive the Sith from his worlds and he was starting with their supply line.

Sensors began to sweep space in search of Sith vessels as fighter screens screamed through the void and out to engage any hostiles who may be headed their way, and if none showed, establish air superiority on the ground. They couldn't launch a ground assault just yet - they needed to get closer to the planet - but soon.

Very soon.

Opening a channel to the vessels of the fleet, Emberli sets his face into a determined expression. "There will be no motivating speech. We're here to crush the Sith and reclaim our world. Fight hard, fight well and should you die... do so with honor."

The channel closes, and he waits to see what forces, if any, the Sith would send to repel them in space.

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz waited in anticipation. Finally, the wrongs of the Sith would be righted, and Junction would be cleansed of their influence. He wa gointo lead a squad of shock troops into the planet's capitoll, killing any Sith he could find. He and his squad waited in the hanger bay of Emberli's flagship. A true honor, to serve side by side with the Mandalore. He gripped his rifle, checked his belt, and sang the ​Dha Wherda Verda with his squad and some deck crew. It would be a glorious battle ahead.

 

[Tefka]

Mandalore's Nebula-Class Star Destroyer
@[member="Emberli Garett"]

Teferi's little green toes wiggled with anticipation as his shuttle landed in the docking bay of the Mandalore's Nebula-class Star Destroyer. His back ached... such was being an old hermit. Shaking off the ride's bumpiness and finishing the last of his cup of jawa juice, the old Jedi pulled his walking stick out from under his seat and stood up with much effort. Grunting, and his old bones grinding, the green monk stepped out and onto the docking bay.

"Your leader, take me to him."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Space-(Not Junction)
Moridin stood upon the bridge of a massive and now ancient Palleon class Imperial Star Destroyer. His eyes seemed to be almost completely glazed over as they stared out of the viewport and towards something directly across from him. This something was rather interesting, a massive ball of fire that hung within the emptiness of space. The Emperor watched it, the glass before him flickering with darkness to shield him from its brightness and sunspots. He watched it, only a mere few thousand miles away from the deadly ball of fire. Surrounding the ball, closer than the ships themselves were massive construction drones moving massive pieces of metal, glass, and other materials.

The Dreadlord watched as slowly, circle's began to form around the the sun. Massive rings began to stretch around the sun. It's arms seemed to stretch around, threatening to engulf the Sun almost entirely, though this seemed to please Moridin. Suddenly, The Emperor sensed something approach him. He tensed in annoyance as an officer from his fleet entered the room where he stood.

“My Lord. There is news from Junction.”

The Emperor raised an eyebrow as he watched the sun, the massive metal arms reaching around and surrounding it. Finally, after what seemed like another age Moridin turned and faced the Officer with clear annoyance upon his face. “What is it?”

“The Mandalorians. Their fleet has arrived at Junction only mere minutes ago.”

Moridin smiled, of course they did. He would be lying if he said he hadn't been expecting some sort of retaliation. Once he had learned that Emberli had taken over rule of the Mandalorians he had known something would happen. Truthfully he had expected them to attack Concord Dawn again, but attacking Junction was smart. The Dreadlord turned back towards the sun, watching it for a few minutes before giving his answer to his officer. He had a part of the Sith Fleet with him here. Whatever was not needed for the defense of the Empire was here...and of course Concord Dawn held a fairly large portion as well.

Still the Emperor held a size-able force, enough to take on the Mandalorians at Junction. For a brief few seconds Moridin considered letting Junction fall, testing the strengths of the Sith there. Then he thought better of this act. “Prepare the fleet for departure and the troops for Combat. We go to save Junction and end the Mandalorians once and for all.”

 

[Ryori Holloway]

Well, this was certainly interesting. Not more than a couple weeks had passed since Ryori had "come out of retirement", for lack of a better phrase, and she was already side by side with the Grandmaster of the Order to meet with Mandalore himself. Despite technically being a Dark Jedi, now, and no longer a part of the Order, Ryori still considered herself an ally to the Republic. Unless they were doing something incredibly stupid, of course, but she did not feel this was one of those times. Nothing wrong with a little Sith hunting.

Her body ached for the upcoming battle. It had been so long since the Battlemaster had filled her role. She was glad she'd kept up with her skill all these years, and glad to have passed some of her fighting knowledge onto her daughter Kaia beside her. Dressed in her dark blue gi, with her curly hair pulled into a low pony tail and her twin saber hilts tucked securely onto her belt, Ryori waited silently beside Teferi. Her stance was steady, waiting and ready, her arms crossed loosely across her chest. It would be interesting to see if she would recognize any Sith this day... or if any would recognize her. Jedi Battlemaster Holloway was a well known name from her generation, and she'd dropped off the radar for eighteen years after resigning from the Order.

Setting a silent example for her daughter, she strode alongside the tiny Grandmaster from the shuttle and through the docking bay, alert to her surroundings.

 

[Kote Tal]

Kote stood inside one of the transports ready. A squad had filed in ready to fight. He held his Verpine shatter gun in both hands while his holdout blaster remained secured on his belt. He recived a small fortune some years ago, but none of that money mattered if he sat on his shebs letting his people die. Three thermal dets swayed with the ships deceleration from hyperspace and he took a breath. One last look around at fellow Mando. Their faces were covered by their helmets, but he knew the fear on their faces was there. Someone had begun chanting the Dha Werda Verda, but there was no smashing of armor plates in dance. Only quiet and fierce singing. They were all ready, and if Kote had to die to protect his people and serve the Mandalore then it would be worth it.

 

[Kaia Za'tire]

A fight? This would be interesting. She wasn't fully adept at combat, by any means, but she'd had a lot of practice with a myriad of weapons. She didn't prefer one style over the other yet, and usually found herself gravitating not only toward ranged weapons--such as blasters, and blaster rifles--but she also enjoyed the rush of close-quarters combat. This was a test, or so she looked at it, a test to test her mettle against others and to see how real combatants handled such scenarios. To say she was excited would be a bit of an understatement.

As she walked, she stayed a bit behind her Mom and the Grand Master; but mostly behind her Mom. The Grand Master was short enough that he wouldn't take any hits for her, or block them; her Mom on the other hand, she knew, had the skill to block the incoming blaster shots or even lightning. It was the safer bet, it really was.

She maintained a calm demeanor, as best she could, as she made note of her weapons and where they were. This was the first real combat scenario she'd been a part of, and she wanted to make her Mom proud--in a weird way. If anything, she'd try to defend herself to her best ability. Looking to her left hip, she made note of the blaster on her side, and unholstered it. On her back, she checked, and made sure the vibrostaff was right there and ready for easy handling. Looking down at her boots, she saw the two smaller vibrokinves along her ankles, in case things got very rough.

She was prepared.

 

[B'Arin Graad]

Orbit over Junction
On-board the Duraanir


As the Jedi envoy landed and disembarked from their shuttle, B'Arin Graad stood at the base of the ramp in full Mandalorian gear, save for his helmet. The dark blue trim decorated the metal plates, accented with scars and blast marks from fights past. He was no stranger to fighting, and no stranger to the Jedi. Even so, a small look of incredulity passed over his face for a moment. Their aid was led by a tiny green alien barely higher than his waist, a woman and someone who looked young enough to be the first woman's daughter?

Experience booted in and his face became a mask as he gave a slight bow. "Thank you for coming, Master Jedi. I'll escort you to Mandalore. This way, please." He stepped to one side and gestured for them to follow him out from the shuttle bay and into the heart of the ship. The sounds of other Mandalorians getting ready filled the hallways, the relative silence broken by the occasional order barked over the com system. "I want to thank you for your arrival and helping us with the Sith. Their assault was quick and merciless. We had little time to prepare a defense."

Despite his want to not say more, B'Arin continued as they entered a lift. "The Sith have already struck into the heart of Mandalorian space. Hours ago, they overwhelmed the defenses of Concord Dawn. Our plan here, crafted by Mandalore himself, is to reclaim the fringe world of Junction and cut off the Sith supply lines. We hope the fighting will be short." He looked ill-at-ease in the lift, as if he would much rather be in an armory and loading into a shuttle with other Mandalorians rather than escorting these Jetti.

As the lift stopped, B'Arin stepped out and cleared his throat. "Mandalore, the Jedi envoy has arrived."

 

[Carbon]

Duraanir Bridge
Teferi/Ryori/Etc.

The bridge of the ship was the usual organized hive of activity one would expect from the Mandalorians. Crew members wore their armor and helmets as was to be expected, and all of them were armed with rifles and scatterguns in the event of an enemy boarding action.

Turning on his heel as the lift opens, the six and a half foot frame of Emberli took note of B'Arin and the Jedi with him. A faint smile curled Mandalore's lips as he saw that at least some Jedi had answered his call for assistance. His pride was still hurt by needing help, but he couldn't let his people lose their homeworld without doing everything in his power to prevent it.

"Thank you, Graad."

Smashing a clenched fist to his breastplate in salute, the massive figure of Emberli snapped off a smart greeting to the Jedi. "Welcome, Grandmaster. Who are your companions? I'm not familiar." Not a single other crewmember turned to acknowledge them, but that was to be expected.

 

[Tefka]

Duraanir Bridge
@[member="Ryori Za'tire"], @[member="Kaia Za'tire"], @[member="Emberli Garett"]

Teferi bowed in acknowledgment of the Mandalore, the little Jedi dwarfed by the size of the Mandalorian as he stood in his shadow. The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order looked flustered from the walk, as if it required great physical exertion to get here from the docking bay. A small handkerchief was produced to wipe the sweat from his brow, breathing heavily as he did so while gripping his walking stick in his other hand.

"Greetings, Lord Mandalore. Teferi Efreet am I. These companions, I do not know. Envoys of the Republic who shared in my travels, they did, to answer your call."

Teferi shot the two a look. Something about them didn't sit well with the old Jedi, something familiar. Renegades, it felt like. Rebels of some cause unknown to the Grandmaster.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Imperial Fleet

Kaine was, for a better lack of words, incredible displeased. The war was going in their favor, Juncton and Concord Dawn had fallen, and Mandalore was directly in their sights, but now they had to divert their forces to Junction again! The Mandalorians, the fools, had attempted to retake the war-torn world with a quick counter-attack, and had done so not long after Concord Dawn fell to the Sith. Normally, Kaine wouldn't even mull over the idea of sending his forces to Junction, the worthless rock, but the Emperor himself had declared that they would need to destroy the Mandalorians again and ordered his forces to be deployed. So, that is the reason why Kaine was so moody as his flagship, the Invictus-class Star Destroyer Infidus Diabolus II broke away from the bulk of the fleet with dozens and dozens of other Sith warships and moved to enter hyperspace. All across the bridge, slave-serfs and Imperial officers bustled about as the ship was prepared for war, which there was no doubt about that as the Sith fleet planned to quickly engage the Mandalorian fleet once they exited hyperspace.

The command was given, and the Sith retaliation fleet entered hyperspace and rushed towards Junction with as much haste as they could afford. Down below the command decks, the elite warriors of Hydra and scores upon scores of Imperial soldiers, akin to the Stormtroopers of the Galactic Empire, moved alongside machines of war that were being fitted and inspected over thoroughly as they were moved to the staging areas near the main hangerbay for deployment. The fighters were likewise being prepared to scramble at a moments notice, scores of them already waiting eagerly to be launched at the exact moment the Star Destroyer entered realspace. Despite all the brooding Kaine was experiencing, there was one little fact that gave Kaine much, much glee in having the pleasure of witnessing. Alongside the fleet, was a massive Charon-class Star Destroyer, the largest warvessel the Sith Empire had to offer at a monstrous 2.2 kilometers in length, and bolstering an armament that would put an Invictus' to shame. Surely, this would turn the tide. Kaine now waited patiently as the fleet ever trudged onward towards Junction.

The Warmachine Had Been Unleashed.​

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[Ryori Holloway]

If Ryori noticed the look the Grandmaster gave her, she didn't seem to show it. That, or she just didn't care. The latter was far more likely. Inclining her head in a slight bow to the Mandalore, Ryori took up the introductions after the Grandmaster. "Su'cuy," she said, with only the barest hint of accent in her voice. Normally Ryori was not one for titles and ranks, feeling that they meant nothing at the end of the day, but she knew that the Mandalore would likely appreciate more than a name for this introduction, so he knew exactly what kind of help he was getting.

"I am Master Ryori Za'tire, once known as Ryori Holloway, Warrior Master, and former Council member and Chief Magistrate of the Jedi Order. I am no longer a member of the Order, but I do stand for their cause and against that of the Sith's." Stepping to the side, she indicated to Kaia. "This is my daughter, Kaia. She is still training with the Force, but is a more than competent warrior." Likely, the biggest thing the Mandalore would draw from this was the Warrior Master title, which was granted only to elite Jedi Guardians who had all but perfected their skills in the art of war. It would be safe to assume that she had imparted much of her fighting knowledge to her daughter.

"We came to assist both you and the Grandmaster in any capacity necessary to deliver your home from the Sith."

 

[Kaia Za'tire]

As she stood on the deck of the ship, her gaze wandered around the bay area. It was a pretty nice place, so far, and she actually always wanted to see the inside of such a ship, at least on good terms, and not being carted away as a prisoner. Her want to explore the ship was overwhelming, but she ignored it to the best of her ability while everyone talked. Listening to what everyone say, she just remained silent, and attempted to recount just why she was here in the first place.

When her Mom stepped to the side and introduced Kaia, she just stood there briefly, not saying anything and only nodding her head in greeting. This was the first real combat scenario she'd been in, and it was actually just a little bit nerve wrecking, although she maintained a calm demeanor, not wanting to let on to anyone around her that she actually was both excited for this combat, and slightly nervous, as well. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she relaxed herself entirely and just listened.

"Yes, I'm here to help wherever I'm needed." Finally, she spoke up, and in a collected tone as well. This was going to be something great, and maybe even amazing. Now she remembered why she wanted to take a part in this; the rush was going to be exhilarating.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal stared out to the blackness of space, alone. Confined within his own ship, he waited among the warships, without the comfort of a voice or the security of a friend. He hoped that he was waiting for more than death, more than to see his ship explode into a thousand tiny fragments and his corpse to float frozen in the void. But hope is an unpredictable and unreliable ally.

 

[B'Arin Graad]

Aboard the Duraanir
@[member="Emberli Garett"], @[member="Teferi Efreet"], etc


B'Arin nodded as introductions were made. He made no such introductions for himself and did not care to. He was merely another Mandalorian, fighting for the glory of Mandalore; both their homeworld and their leader. Given the round of introductions, it seemed like the most logical step to move to detailing the plans of the reclaiming of the world below.

"If you please, Master Jedi." B'Arin gestured to a holographic table off to one side of the bridge and powered it up. A grid-like outline of the planet flickered into view. "Our plan is three-fold. First, we're launching shuttles to recapture the primary spaceport located in New Canderous. Second, we have secondary communications relays located here." He gestured to a settlement approximately a hundred kilometers south of New Canderous. "We can use those relays to reach out to resistance forces around the planet and coordinate with them."

His face few more solemn however when he broached the third objective. "And the third target is the capitol itself. The Sith are expected to have placed entrenchments and defenses in place and will be expecting us. This is where we expect the most intense fighting to occur, as well as the highest casualty count." Throughout the presentation, miniature ships jumped into system, representing Mandalorian forces moving into position. His left hand twitching in anticipation of the attack, B'Arin turned and faced Mandalore with a level gaze. "On your word, Mandalore."

 

[Carbon]

Duraanir bridge
Ryori/Tef/Bar/Etc.

"This isn't my home, I'm afraid. But for some... it is." There were a few nods behind him as he gestures with one hand towards the crew pits. "An honor to make all of your acquaintance." Adopting a wide stance, the man folds his arms over his chest as he pauses to consider a few things.

Finally, he nods to B'Arin and smiles before turning to look out the viewport again. Already waves of dropships and gunships were streaking planetside to disgorge troops and munitions onto the battlefields that would begin to form. It wasn't a grand display by standards of the past, but in a galaxy resurgent... it was a fairly decent commitment of troops and material.

Shoulders slumping momentarily, he turns back and walks over to the Jedi, stopping just in front of Teferi. "It would be my honor to have you fight by my side, Master Efreet. As for you, Master Za'tire... you may go where you feel you're most needed."

He sighs, "The Sith are tricky, at least for my men. I admit I'm a bit ashamed we've been losing to them, but this is a galaxy that's spent the last four hundred years fighting a disease, not each other."

One could hear the grin in his voice though, as he spoke once more. "We should head to the dropships. Get groundside. It's time we kick the Sith from our systems. You seem winded, Grandmaster. Would you like me to carry you back to the hangar?"

There seemed to be a chuckle laced under that voice - a genial nature at odds with his imposing presence.

 

[Verz Horak]

​Duraanir Hanger
@[member="Emberli Garett"]

Verz had seen the arrival of the jetti, and was confused fora moment. He realized that they were fighting with the Mandalorians against the Sith. He was finished the Dha Wherda Verda with his troops, and decided it would be wise to comfirm the battle plans. He contacted the bridge, asking for the Mandalore.

"Mandalore, where do you want me and my troops when we are planetside?"

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal sat forwards in the pilot's chair, logging into to Mandalorian comms. Awaiting orders, he sat, staring out upon the world of Junction. It was a planet to which he had never journeyed, and he knew not what to expect.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Junction City
Sith Command Centre
@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""] All Mando's

Anaya watched the mandalorian ships drop out of hyperspace one by one, her face impassive. The mandalorians were proving to be a nuisance and such things needed to be squashed. "The Emperor is on his way, Knight Fen." someone told her. Anaya barely heard him, she watched the markers on the screen change as transports began streaming towards the planet.

"Your orders?" Anaya looked at him then a cold smile on her face, before turning the the small squadron that had assembled behind her. "The manadalorinas seek to take back this planet. your job is to stop that, must you ask more from me than that?"

"We are heavily outnumbered, ma'am, we canno-" the captains word were cut off as Anaya force choked him, her smile did not falter, nor did her eyes move from the rest of the squadron as the captain dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. "Kill them all. Do not let them reach this commander centre." beside her the captain collapsed and she released her grip. "Uncertainty and hesitation will not be tolerated. Leiutenant?"

A imperial soldier stepped forward and saluted. "Take ten of your men and fix the women and children the mandalorian's left behind to the walls of this city, bring five children to me. Lets see how much they want this planet back when the only way to do so is kill their own. The rest of you, line the wall and man your ships, we have a battle to fight."
As the soldiers moved out to prepare the defences Anaya felt a disturbance in the force that was more than the Mandalorians. A disturbance that could only be caused by Jedi. A small bark of laughter escaped her and she shook her head. If the Mandalorains thought a few Jedi were going to help their cause they were greatly mistaken. Waiting until she had received the children from the Lieutenants, she turned to a technician.

"Open a channel to every Mandalorian ship." As the channel opened they would hear the screams of their people before the holoimage of them tied to the wall would appear, followed by those that were imprisoned within the city walls. "For every step that you take towards this city, I will kill a mando'ade. Fire upon us and you kill your own women and children." the holoimage changed, revealing Anaya. "Your resistance to our rule is futile. The Jedi that have come to your aid will only further your destruction." She waved her hand at the children and one by one they appeared on the screen "Here, is your future, beautiful aren't they?" she moved behind one and rested her hands upon the boys shoulders. "I would rather kill them, but allow those jedi planet side, and I will."

The communication cut off and her smile faded. "Come children, let us go where everyone can see you." she took them to the roof of the command centre and there she awaited the fight to begin.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Hyperspace
Destination Unknown

Daxton grinned ferally as he considered the intelligence report he received. So the Jedi were sending reinforcements to the Mandalorians. Finally a decent challenge was at hand. He was getting tired of dealing of tin men and he hoped he would get to kill Jedi soon. He was going to make them suffer for interfering again where they didn't belong.

Clenching his fist, his gaze studied the three silent forms standing before him. The three brightest and most promising of his students would be joining him in the battle below. Them and the battalion he had under his command. Sith knights, combined with heavy weapons infantry and armor. A righteous fist to shove down the throat of all who opposed the Sith Empire.

"My apprentices, today you will be bathed in the blood of our enemies as we will again teach them a lesson in the superiority of the Sith. The cowardly curs have finally been supported by their Jedi Slave Masters. It is our job to target and eliminate these Jedi before they pose too much of a threat. You three will each command a squad of Sith Apprentices and join me in the hunt."

"The Jedi Masters are probably going to make an appearance. Do not fight them one on one. Attack as a group, and even a Jedi Master can fall with enough blades are coming at him. Offer no quarter, no mercy. Kill any Mandalorians you encounter with swift and brutal force. So you can consider this coming battle your evaluation to see if you are worthy of remaining in the program."

Pointing at the hologram before them he said, "Junction, an insignificant fly speck on a dung heap of a world. Former population estimated at 1 million Mandalorians prior to the invasion. The Emperor ordered that 80% of those who did not escape and flee to put to the sword. Hundreds of thousands sacrificed to the Sith to appease our anger. The planet is now infused with the Dark Side energy from those deaths. Use that to your advantage and we shall emerge victorious."

"The battle plan says we wait until majority of their forces have landed and are engaged by our ground forces, before we strike. We will emerge from space and trap them between us, crushing the Mandolorian threat once and for all, hopefully catching a few Jedi if possible. They will rue the day they mess with us, for we shall make them pay in blood and take our pound of flesh from their corpses. For the Emperor!"