War Games | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Axxila & Bandomeer

[Ra Vizsla]

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OOC THREAD​

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Today was a show of strength.​

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A show of power.​

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The re-enactment of a Mandalorian Civil War by the Mandalorian Clans.​

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All in order to convince two planetary systems who used to claim allegiance​

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to the Clans that they could still defend them.​

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That we are still here.​

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And we are still strong.​

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AXXILA​

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Battle Location​

The Axxilan Underworld​

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Under the ever expanding world-spanning megatropolis that was Axxila lay the Underworld. The Axxilan Government had given the Clans permission to use a significant portion of them near the Southern Poles of the world in an effort to conduct military exercises. They would be globally televised in good sport and respect of the event as Mandalorian fought Mandalorian, as mercenary fought mercenary. Two teams had of Invaders had been assigned in the Underworld - Team Mystic and Team Valor.

Residents had been given the day off in honor of this event and temporarily relocated to other districts for celebration. The Clans had promised the Axxilan government reimbursement and insurance in the case that any structural damage incurred.


Team Mystic would begin under the Factory District 13, in the sprawling tunnels that led towards the Strip Mines.

Team Valor would begin nearly 7 kilometers away on the other side of the Strip Mines, under Commercial District 7.

BANDOMEER​

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Battle Location​

The Great Sea Of Bandomeer​

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Here on the ever expansive wilderness that was Bandomeer, the Mandalorian Clans were conducting a naval exercise around the Island of Pacifica. Several capital ships had landed in the water surrounding the island as well as several hundred more aquatic vessels deployed from the Mandalorian Clans fleet. There were no residents nearby here on Bandomeer, in this extremely exotic and sparse location. The Island of Pacifica was uninhabited and lay in wait as one of the last great frontiers for the planet. On the island stood a single mountain - on this mountain, stood a single Mandalorian flag.

Whoever brought this flag to their commander at the end of the engagement would be honored before the Clans.

Would Bandomeer become an engagement of hopping from ship to ship, tirelessly fighting it out as the Clans members and mercenaries made their way to the Island?

Who would grab the flag first?


Team Mystic would start on the North side of the Island.

Team Valor would start on the South side of the Island.

SPACE BETWEEN BANDOMEER & AXXILA​

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Battle Location​

Space​

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In space, several capital ships were sprawled out. At the center of the massive sprawl of ships lay a single, massive capital ship. This engagement was to simulate Mandalorians boarding an enemy vessel and defending it. The boarding vessels were marked red for Team Valor. The Capital ship, The MC Hammer, was marked Blue for Team Mystic.


Team Mystic would be defending against the invaders and preventing them from reaching the reactor of the ship.

Team Valor would be assaulting the MC Hammer in an attempt to disable it.

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OOC:​

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Please mark your posts with TEAM MYSTIC or TEAM VALOR.​

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Organize privately for where you want to jump in and with who, or just say YOLO and hop in anywhere, it doesn't matter.​

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Everyone's invited.​

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NON-LETHAL MEASURES ONLY.​

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Unless it's Draco.​

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Kill him.​

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Edit: Actually don't, he's PMing me to not kill him.​

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So like, kill him, but make it seem like it wasn't my idea.​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#YOLO​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 1 of 25
Battle Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Gear: DC-17 blaster pistol, DC-15A blaster carbine, Survival Knife

The salt spray in the air.

The view of the ocean. The white caps visible against the multitude of shadows cast over an endless sea by the dropships descending upon the LZ. It was like being in the Clone Army again, training on Kamino for the day when he'd be a Clone Trooper.

That day had never come.

Instead, the Republic had become an Empire. And, in a single moment of crucial choice, the young clone had sided with the Jedi at Order 66.

But, that was ancient history. Literally ancient history, making the small Mandalorian child the oldest youngling in the history of childhood. By the galactic calendar, over eight hundred. He looked about nine or ten, and had fewer than five birthdays under his belt.

In spite of that youth, he clipped up to the door like an old pro. His jump harness buckled up and his weapons securely held against his body by straps. The carbine across the chest in a three-point sling and the pistol in a drop-leg holster on his right thigh. The usual blaster cartridges had been exchanged out for training rounds. Stun bolts. Strictly regulation, just like battle drills back home.

Stepping up to the door, the tips of the child's boots extended out just past the lip. The north side of the island was a faint speck against a mottled sea of blue and green. Still, without flinching, the boy waited to the red light to turn green.

You could take the Clone Trooper out of the Grand Army of the Galactic Republic, but you couldn't take the Trooper out of the clone. He was a 3X Aerospace Assault Trooper.

This?

This was what he was made for.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Axxila
Post: 1/25
Allies: Team Valor
Enemies: Team Mystic
Objective: Pawn Team Mystic back to the Strip Mines

Cathul once claimed to WESTAR that she wouldn't be seeing a ton of combat, but apparently, as a baat'kaysh she was called upon to fight. And fight she did all too many times lately: encountering a Sith Lord, fighting back the pirates back on Er'Kit. She had Siri Tachi's lightsaber but she couldn't bring herself to use it, instead having the white-bladed one. She chooses to face the crowd and hold a speech in front of her fellow vode (that she is sometimes tempted to write vods in medical reports especially if they intend to see non-Mandalorian baat'kayshs or baar'urs) about the upcoming battle. They are in Commercial District 7, inside the main food court of a mall with a group of vode taking part in these wargames. She accepted to take part in these wargames because, as a witch, she would be of use especially since Axxila was a stone's throw away from the clinic on Mandalore. If only Jessica was there... despite meeting with her only once, Jessica might have been one to participate in Mandalorian wargames. She can't get over how Undin tried to hit on her with her body frame that looked very Mandalorian: tall, muscular, even though Cathul seemed more drawn to Jessica's intellectual attributes, that had a lot of similarities to hers, just that they chose to use their minds for different things. Would she find Jessica to be there alongside Cathul again?

"No matter what happens here, rest assured that the fewer of us remain, the greater our share of glory! We have something our enemies don't: a baat'kaysh that can fight! Blasters shall explode, beskar'gams shall be splintered. We shall give our enenies the worst PTSDs of their lifetimes!" Cathul shouted into a megaphone.

"PTSD?" a participating vod asked Cathul.

"Perhaps you never saw a shrink in your life; PTSD is all too common among your fellow vode. This is what they mean when they say that they get nightmares of combat or that their heads aren't on straight after being on the battlefield for so long"

 

[Kuzo]

War Games Support Staff
Central ​Medical Staging
1/25

Irajah Ven and a small team of combat medics stood by, watching as a dozen screens broadcast the events of the Civil War Games to their location. Though the exercise was meant to be non-lethal, utilizing only dummy or stun rounds, the chance of mishap was still high. Irajah didn't expect to be dealing with any life threatening injuries, if any of the participants came to them at all. A pair of pilots also stood by, prepared to bring the medics where they needed to be, if someone couldn't be brought to them.

While many of the participants scorned the idea of having someone babysitting them, it had been a feature of the games insisted upon by the planetary government, along with removing citizens from the areas in question and several other safety features.

Irajah shook her head, mostly to herself as she settled in to a chair with a cup of caf. Mostly, she expected to be a spectator, but she was ready at any time to step in should she or her team be needed.

 

[Bendak Orden]

TEAM VALOR​

THE GREAT SEA OF BANDOMEER​

It smelled of salt. ​

The rolling waves, the light breeze. ​

It burned the nose enough to distract.​

But only just.​

Nothing would distract the men from the prospect of glory.​

The prospect that motivated all men on this day.​

Machinery whirred and electronics whizzed as a strike craft was lowered onto the massive body of water. It seated twenty five warriors and was outfitted in all manner of offensive and defensive weaponry.

Splash.

It rocked as the motion of the ocean manipulated the vessel, a pinnacle of technology completely at the mercy of nature. Queasiness would be a factor of today's events, a dreadful prospect when enclosed helmets were thrown into the mix.

On the bow of the craft stood a large, hulking, man. His armour was spiked; a cloak was draped over his shoulders. Glory didn't just motivate this being, it drove him. Neither a vast ocean nor a treacherous mountain could quell his determination.

Glory awaited all.

But only Bendak would seize it.

 

[Tiberius Spar]

Team Valor​

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Underworld of Axxila​

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The large feline, would scuttle his nose smelling the air as he stood alongside his team mates, this was going to get interesting quickly. He hadn't done anything like this in some time. Fun? Probably forgot what it meant. He's going into this as if it were a real battle, still... knowingly not using any lethal equipment. He stared down the line, as all of his brothers and sister stood shoulder to shoulder marching forward. The underworld, was about to get hot really fast.

His facial expression was tense, he glanced around noticing a rooftop which has easy access. Breaking from his formation, he would leap up to a small pipe sticking out the side of a building before digging his claws into the side of the building and making his way up the side of the building. "Grgh." He would grunt out, as he reached his top looking over the rooftops only seeing mines. Though with squinted eyes, he noticed a large group of what seemed like opposition.

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop he intended on making his way to cause some chaos.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Bendak Orden"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"]
Gear:

Spoiler

•Two WESTAR 34 dual pistols
•Rifle (check bio)
•Two flashbangs
•Fett-Kal knife
•Beskar'gam

The rolling of waves, the smell of slat, the rays of the sun, the vast blue, everything that was before his eyes he took it in. Vilaz never really did this type of ritual before fighting a battle. In fact, he never once stopped and just admire and appreciate the nature that surrounded him. That all changed, however, when he met Bree. The Cuir Rekr had changed a lot in the past couple of weeks. He used to be grumpy, serious, non joking, and just solid as a rock. But that rock had cracked open and now he was different than the old Vilaz. He was happy, not so strict, and enjoyed every single passing second of his life. Of course, he was still dangerous and vicious as the old Vilaz Munin and that was something he couldn't change or give away even if he wanted to. After a quick glance of the beautiful scenario with Bree which would host the Mandalorian War Games, he braced himself on the strike craft with Bree alongside him as the craft floated on the vast ocean of Bandomeer. Hopefully he wasn't one to get seasick and vomit within his helmet. That would just made his day, but with the presence of the battle medic most of his anger would be calmed and eased than what he would have if Bree wasn't with him.

"Whatcha say, Bree. We change into our beach clothes, get a tan and some drinks right after these games," the Cuir Rekr said to the beautiful blonde in that private, encrypted comm channel of theirs. No need for the others to know that the Munin and the Tor were having a romantic relationship with each other. Right now the Alor of Clan Munin would spend the last few moments of freetime by talking to his significant other before putting and focusing his head into these non-lethal war games of the Mandalorians.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: On board a luxury-class sail barge, The Great Sea of Bandomeer
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Theme​

The multilayered skirt of Zonia's white garment flagged in the wind like an emblem of truce as she stood on the edge of deck of the sail-barge levitating just a few meters above sea level. Her eyes were pasted to the eyecups of a pair of military-grade binoculars, peering across the offing towards a single tropical island covered with a lush jungle. On its peak, a single Mandalorian flag, ready to be claimed by the most apt of warriors.

Laying down the binoculars, Zonia extended her hand towards a tray a protocol droid was carrying through the crowd of dignitaries from across the galaxy. She scooped up a tall glass filled with green champagne and brought the rim of the glass to her lips. With the unrelenting afternoon sun, Kalranoos took a few steps back to stand under the sunshade.

Many officials came to witness the might of Mandalorian warmachine upon the announcement of the crusade. It was a display of military prowess, a showcase for what was about to be unleashed. The invitation Zonia recieved was addressed directly to her, delivered into the mailbox of her Sullustan condo. The Prakithan loathed war and conflict, but accepted the invitation for a sole reason; perhaps he would be here. She downed the glass in a single gulp and took another, then made her way to the railing and leaned over, letting the warm breeze stream through her hair. The scent of the sea was a welcome change from the metallic odour of Sullustan grime.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#DO YOU EVEN MUNIN, BRO?​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 2 of 25
Battle Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Enemies, Old People, & Generally Cantankerous Coots: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Bendak Orden"], [member="Briika Tor"]
Gear: DC-17 blaster pistol, DC-15A blaster carbine, Survival Knife

Green means go.

And when you were 11,000 meters in the air, there was a long way to go.

High altitude parachutists played with a fair amount of risk. Hypoxia. The bends. Frostbite. It may have been a tropical paradise at sea level, but it was a warm -40 degrees Centigrade here.

But there was no denying that the view was just incredible.

A single step, and the young clone was in free fall. The air rushed up as he began plummeting toward the planet below. For the next several minutes, there was naught to do but appreciate a bird's eye view over the battlefield. His body planed out, the boy kept an eye on the altimeter as the time ticked slowly by in the long fall back to earth...

And the best part of this day?

No matter who took the flag, it was Clan Munin that would take the victory. One way or another.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Great Sea of Bandomeer; aboard a strike craft inbound to south shore
Allies: Team Valor [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Bendak Orden"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"] (Who's old?! lol )
Gear in bio
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The Enerci-born had never experienced the ocean before. A fresh water mountain lake back home in the north country of Mandalore, yes, but this, it was breathtaking, and a bit rough. Good thing the seasoned baar'ur had already slapped on a motion sickness patch before they left the spaceport as Briika tended to get air sick. How embarrassing it would be to throw up in her buy'ce now… She would never live it down.

The silver-armored battle medic stood proud and tall next to the Akaan as the strike craft skimmed across the vastness of the Great Sea of Bandomeer toward the Island of Pacifica where the flag on the top of the island mountain was the prize for Team Valor, and hopefully Clan Munin as well. Life had taken a pleasant turn for the golden blonde after meeting Vilaz. She enjoyed his company, and he hers. Their relationship had steadily grown over the past several weeks, and Bree was truly starting to feel happy again… all except for the itch on the end of her nose that she couldn't scratch because her helmet was on and sealed.

Briika totally forgot about that annoying itch though when the Cuir Rekr's grizzled yet endearing voice came over their private comm link. [ I would like that a lot, though I don't have any swimming attire with me. Might just have to do with what I have... ] Bree let that hang between them, probably giving the rugged Concordian things to think about as she loved to tease him, then Tor commented a tick later to Munin about the beast at the bow of their craft; changing to a more focused tone of conversation going into so called mock battle.

[ Bendak is certainly fired up and ready to bust some buckets. I think he'll be a good addition to your clan, Vilaz ]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Team Valor​

Location: Space between Bandomeer and Axxila​

Post 1​

Enemy: [member="Titan Kryze"]​

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Aedan Miles sat on the bridge of one of the two ships he had brought to the recent rumble the flagship of his two ship fleet was the Alor-class Dreadnaught the Werda Kyr'am he tapped the arm of the chair absently he had been bored and wanted to test his personal skills. Thus he had only brought two ships to this fight did they meet the agreed upon limits yes but still a mere 2 ships it would be interesting. Grinning he gestured for one of the ships to move forward the other ship in his force the Salvation-class star defender known as the Chimera it would serve as the primary focus for his forces in this fight nodding his head the young man stood from the command throne and walked calmly forward stopping as he drew upon the force and sat cross legged to meditate activating the simple battle meditation he had. As he meditated the fighters from both ships launched drop pods remaining in their berths on both ships waiting for an avenue to be cleared for them. The fighters moved efficently into position around the Chimera as it pushed forward placing itself a decent distance in front of the Alor-class.

Dragoon flotilla:
Alor-class Dreadnaught Werda Kyr'am (3000 meters)
Salvation-class Star Defender Chimera (2000 meters)

 

[Titan]

Team Mystic​

Location: Space between Bandomeer and Axxila​

Post 1​

Enemy: [member="Aedan Miles"]​

Titan was onboard the Warlord, an Alor class dread naught. He had aranged to fight the self-proclaimed Pirate King, Aedan Miles. Aedan had brought larger ships than Titan but fewer in number, two to be exact. Titan had brought Three ships to the fight, the Warlord, the Protectorate and the Kalevala, His fighters deployed flying around the Warlord, keeping an eye out for his opposition. Titan was sitting in his command chair aboard the Warlord, in front of him, just to the left, was the Kalevala and to the right the Protectorate. Normally Titan would bring a larger number of ships, albeit smaller ones. But today he decided to try something else, bringing only three, and only one of them was as small as he normally commanded.​

Ships:
Sovereign Class Star Destroyer (1500 Meters) Kalevala​

Alor-class Dreadnought (3,000 Meters) Warlord​

Hra’nadetr Jair’Galaar-class Strike Cruiser (500 Meters) Protectorate​

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The Underworld of Axxila​

Team Mystic

Location: Underneath Factories
Objective: Slay Bodies, Oorah
Gear: Preliat's Standard Loadout (Two Westar 34s, Beskar Tomahawk+Knife, Preliat's Armor and Crushgaunts and a jetpack.)

Preliat shifted his weight in his armor, feeling the familiarity of each individual piece. He flexed his biological then mechanical leg, and grit his teeth. War would come for the other team. But not real war. It was just going to him mercilessly beating someone. And people were going to watch. And as it turns out, some people were Null-Hockey fans out here. So, needless to say, to say that both Preliat Mantis and the Wolf were coming to their planet...

They were happy, happy that he was here.

He was here only to cause pain and misery. But not enough to kill anyone. Just enough to get a crowd going. But, so far, underneath this daggon' factory, he was about the only one so far. Guess everyone else liked the color red.

"I'm sure more people will come. Red can't be the only attractive offer for the opposing team.."He said to no one in particular. Then, another random Mandalorian came by plastered in TEAM MYSTIC. And then he realized how dumb of a name that was. It wasn't even team magic- the real thing. Their team name came from a word that meant the feeling of magic and wonder. The other team was an emotion that was written on walls of ships and on the sides of weapons of conquering heroes. His team's name was plastered all over fanfictions of vampires and Jedi.

He sighed.

"Damn it."

He sighed again, raising his tomahawk meekly.

"Go team mystic."

He moved out, and stopped. His killer instincts began to pick up. This place was about to become a street fight, people locked in mortal combat. These streets would become of rage, with all of the people trying to take each other dead or alive. But it would be only tekken alive, since, you know. Nobody could kill each other here. Then, he could have sworn he saw one of his fellow vode swoofting along rooftops. Swoofting was the accurate terms.

He was going to smash some of his brothers with melee, and maybe it would turn into a brawl. Preliat jetpacked up to the rooftops, attempting to meet [member="Tiberius Spar"] on an open rooftop, not ramming into him, but impeding his progress enough to cause him to have to fight him.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Axxila
Post: 2/25
Allies: Team Valor - [member="Tiberius Spar"]
Enemies: Team Mystic - [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Objective: Pawn Team Mystic back to the Strip Mines

Cathul not even being able to master even one of those so-called quantum spells just yet, other than the mass-change spell, she had to stick to the classical spells. Luckily for her, she could use Force-alcohol just fine since it would intoxicate enemies without killing them - because her enemies won't be fresh once she gets into range of Team Mystic, and neither will she. To her it meant even though she knew that the Wolf, [member="Preliat Mantis"], was a formidable adversary. Then again, even using non-lethal means can still cause PTSD to an unsuspecting enemy. No, Jessica wasn't on Axxila, she searched hard enough in the Force for that. But she chose to take part in these war games for a reason. She did that rather than to actually read through the reading list Jessica gave her as a parting gift, to her, to Lyth and to the Jawas that can't seem to stop following her: Lucinta Cal-Meg's Introductory (and Advanced) Quantum Mechanics, as well as Ambak's An Introduction to Quantum Field Theory. Presumably, while she returns from the war games she will finish reading all three books, cover-to-cover. Man these books were hard on her brain, lekku included, even if she had "twice the power" in her head, and yet they were equally hard on Jessica's.

"Listen up, vode: I will stay behind cover, casting spells on the opposition from inside the bunker, while Tiberius leads our charge. We can't leave Commercial District 7 defenseless"

"Why did you previously say that we would give them PTSD, if we can't use lethal attacks?" a vod asked her.

"How will you cause them PTSD using spells?" another vod asked.

"Do you even have a spell for that?"

"It's a variant of the mind trick. Now, take up your positions!"

Or more accurately Force fear. She didn't have that much practice with even the more basic Force fear, so Force horror and Force insanity would be off-limits to her at this stage. Force-taunts were used in conjunction with Force fear; she would fire Force-alcohol at a similar firing rate to snipers between two uses of Force fear.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

SPACE BATTLE

Team Valor
Location: Space between Bandomeer and Axxila
Post 1
Enemy: [member="Titan Kryze"]
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"]


Mand'alor stood on the bridge with Aeden Miles, looking out the viewports into the void. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his silver beard seemingly glowing in the brightly lit command bridge of the vessel. He listened intently as Aeden passed his commands to the crew.

Ra was here to witness the might of the Mandalorian Navy engaging in mock combat operations.

He smiled. Yet another part of the Mandalorian Armada that was equally impressing to the Mand'alor. War machines, both mighty and small, working in cohesion with each other to lay waste to the enemies of Manda'yaiim.

He turned to Aedan, talking low so that the Commanding Officer of the vessel could still hear the more important words of his crew. Mand'alor was here only to observe, after all - and he wouldn't be here long. Crews were already prepped to remove the Mand'alor from the space battle and to Bandomeer to take part in the battle there.



"Impressive," Ra growled. "Most impressive."

 

[Sko'saht]

Team Mystic
Location: Space between Bandomeer and Axxila
Post 1

Enemy: Aedan Miles, Ra Vizsla​

Allies: Titan Kryze

Settling into a steady drift with main engines on idle the corvette was set to intercept and parrel the Salvation-Class Star Defender. Still a ways out but closing at a decent rate especially with it's camouflage on the Achtnak was seriously out matched. Targeting solutions had already been drawn up from passive scanners for the seventeen torpedo tubes and their ten Intruder missiles and seven Proton torpedoes which had their warheads deactivated so as not to potentially damage the "enemy" ships. Still unproven in combat the stealth corvette had barely come out of production and was just starting to be deployed with Verpine and Mandalroian forces.

Sko'saht had been assigned to captain this one and test it out in what was basically combat conditions. Standing on the bridge tower he looked out towards the enemy fleet on the left and above. It was going to be an interesting engagement especially since this ship was made for raiding and intelligence gathering. As it was space on the bridge was cramped and the various system consoles went down three levels each of which was barely head height. Activating the comlink on his wrist he signalled to the second floor officer.

"Start intercepting and decoding communications between the enemy vessels ahead. Also get me on secure communications and a datalink to the Titan class's commander." Turning off the comm he waited a few seconds for the communications array to be activated and scrambled before activating the comms. "This is Captain Sko'saht Vereen aboard the Bearsloth. Do you wish for us to feed you the enemies intercepted communications and our targeting solutions?"

Ships:
Bearsloth-corvette (157 meters) Achtnak
Torpedo complement: 20x Photon Torpedoes, 20x Intruder Missiles

 

[Aedan Miles]

Team Valor​

Space Battle​

Enemies: [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Sko'saht"]​

Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"]​

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Aedan watched things his eyebrows merely rising as a crew member reported the appearance of another ship that appeared to be attempting to keep an eye on their communications waving it aside he shrugged. Looking over the battlefield he grinned and nodded calmly this was his domain and he would prove it now ignoring the common form of communication Aedan focused farther hearing Mand'alor speak near him as he nodded lightly in response. As if by silent command his forces started to move the Chimera pushing forward as the Werda Kyr'am remained still silent as death as its fighters moved forward joining in with the fighters from the Chimera. As the fighters moved gunships started to move as well changing direction the gunships headed towards the Corvette. The interceptors launched forward leaping forward almost aggressively before swinging right the bombers and fighters remaining in formation before the Chimera comms still silent as they waited for some apparent signal to come. As he meditated Aedans hand came up towards the large holo map before him and he started to move it as if drawing a line from his ships towards his opponents they would have to be very careful here the ships would register theoretical damage to assure that no lives were needlessly lost in this war game. Fighter craft had special computer programs running that would inform them when they were "dead" and they would return to their home ship to await the results some drinking others brooding over their apparently "deaths".

 

[Likar Kejis]

SPACE BATTLE​

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Team Mystic​

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[member="Titan Kryze"] | [member="Sko'saht"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]​

Likar stood calmly on the bridge of the Warlord, carefully surveying the holographic display depicting the opening moves of the battle simulation. In spite of the eerie silence on the enemy comms, their ships had already begun making coordinated movements, falling into attack formations with a level of ease and precision that shouldn't have been possible without actually talking to each other. A curious development indeed. "And here I was, under the impression we were mandalorians, not karking jedi. Looks like Aedan has decided to rely on the force instead of his soldiers." If he thought that would give him a usable advantage, though, he had another thing coming.

"He's trying to play it safe." He said, indicating the developing positions of the enemy fleet. "Holding the dreadnought in reserve while his battleship and fighters try and draw us into a skirmish. He knows we have to get in close with our dreadnought to be effective, so the battleship will try and stay long, using every advantage it can get. I recommend we use that tactic against him and send the Kalevala to deal with the battleship. It's long guns out-range anything the battleship can counter with, and if she can stay long his fighter superiority won't be enough to make up the difference. Our primary focus, however, should be dreadnought to dreadnought. If we take that out of commission we can deal with the remainder of his forces at our leisure. Especially since he will no longer be able to direct his troops with the force."

 

[Rianna Organa]

War Games Support Staff
Central ​Medical Staging
1/12

Medical stinjaff Rianna had an idea when you put war and mandalorian in the same sentence it usually led to injury. She walked slowly carrying her datapad ordering things to come in from the frigate, and ensuring the EV Ordo was on standby.

She wanted to be sure that where there was conflict there was also medical staff. Axxila and Bandomeer.

She was relieved for a change that Ordo had decided to not join in just yet. Though she had a feeling her riduur, would show up when she least expected it.

What else was unexpected was another medical team headed by a Dr. [member="Irajah Ven"] . Rianna went in search of the good doctor to see if the team needed anything.

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Space between Axilla and Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Anija Betna"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: Team Mystic | [member="Likar Kejis"] | [member="Sko'saht"] | [member="Titan Kryze"]
Neutral: [member="Zonia Kalranoos"]
Engaging: Undefined
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The lone Hra'nadetr Jair'Galaar-Class Strike Cruiser drifted in the cold darkness of space. Around it were several other ships, most much larger than the 500 meter hull of the "Jikar". Aboard it's bridge stood Buruk Sur'haai, the Alor'ad of Clan Vheviin. The cruiser had been re-painted for the games, it's coloring now a bright crimson to represent its alignment in the coming engagement. Casually, Buruk's eyes scanned the bridge, his fellow brothers and sisters manning their stations. A small comm station chattered with communications. Not orders, but simply logistics. He could hear snippets of the medical support staff for the event, organizing aid stations in other areas of the exercise. Anxiously he paced the bridge, first one way, then the next. He'd never felt truly at home on a ship, and while he couldn't say he disliked it, he definitely wasn't comfortable... but he would adapt, he always did.

Looking over his shoulder to his left, he saw the fiery red hair of Arla Balor. The two had met on Mandalore, when Ra Visla had issued the call for a Mandalorian Crusade. They'd talked, mostly about where they came from, both their clans masters of the hunt. Since then the two had talked little, but at the mention of wargames, Buruk had reached out, inviting her to join him in the exercise. The hangar on the strike cruiser was small, but just large enough to fit two fighter craft, his had been there before, along with a backup but for the exercise, he'd insisted she store her personal fighter aboard, in case things got dicey. He couldn't say with certainty they wouldn't need to use them as the exercise progressed.

Turning to the comm station, he spoke.

"Comm, get me a secure line to all Valor craft. Scramble the channel, and I want frequency hopping, variable hop rate."

With an energetic "Aye Aye Sir." the young Mandalorian at the comm turned to his console, inputting commands and opening a scrambled channel to the other ships who'd shown for Team Valor. In addition to the encryption, the transmission would hop frequencies, making it near impossible to collect any recognizable audio from it.

:: This is Buruk Surhaai, commander of the "Jikar". I have arrived on station. Standing by. ::

He knew there wasn't likely to be a super cohesive strategy, each clan seemed to move independently but effectively when the time came to fight. He pulled out a datapad, scrolling through his system reports and noting that his normal torpedo loadout had been replaced with dummy torpedoes. They'd still create a large enough electronic charge to simulate a hit, but they wouldn't be destroying anything. He also noted that he'd kept his regular complement of torpedoes stored. Wouldn't that be something, the Mandalorians training and have an attack force show up. They'd be caught with their pants down, and Buruk made sure that wouldn't happen. Smiling at the readiness of his ship, he looked to the comm once more.

"Set Orange alert. Battle stations. I want scans of the area now."

As he spoke, he walked up to the holographic display, the scanners piping in live feed. Here the grid was laid out, the ships and objectives displayed on the projection before him. He was ready for this. Were the rest of his crew? Only time would tell. He grinned as he analyzed the sensor scans, plotting out a loose plan of attack as his ship drifted into position with the others of Team Valor.

Ships:

1 x HRA'NADETR JAIR'GALAAR-CLASS STRIKE CRUISER

Hangar:

1 x Starship: Mk II Cabur Class Starfighter
1 x MH-PU18 Hyperdrive Ring (Stored)
1 x Unidentified Fighter Craft - Arla Balor