War Games | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Axxila & Bandomeer

[Sko'saht]

Team Mystic
Location: Space between Bandomeer and Axxila
Post 2
Enemy: Aedan Miles, Ra Vizsla
Allies: Titan Kryze

"We have incoming fighters and gunships along with a cruiser joining the enemy formation." the sensor operator said slightly panicky from below.

Sko stayed calm remembering it was a member of the Verpine Defence Forces that had been assigned to this for the combat trials. Fighters was one of the main issues for the corvette. With it's light armour and lack of point defense it would be extremely vulnerable to laser blasts and there was a concern that even these low powered training lasers could cause scorching.

"Right set the signal scrambler on and engage the camouflage. Should be enough to mess with their targeting sensors for a few seconds. After five deactivate the scrambler and do a two second thrust to drift us forwards into a dive. Speed set to very slow and monitor for unusual scans that might detect us." Sko said quickly.

As the crew quickly went to their tasks and with most of the crew fairly calm the Verpine captain looked down at the command console in front of him. The sensors around the ship were disrupted with numerous false signals as the jammer activated in a one-thousand-fifty-seven meters radius. Lights aboard turned to a red emergency lighting as the shields went down and the camouflage system was engaged, cloaking them from enemy sensors. Moments later the jammer deactivated and the ship rumbled for the two seconds needed to start their "downwards" and forwards drift.


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

 

[Kuzo]

War Games Support Staff
Central ​Medical Staging
2/25
[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]

"Hey, Doc, where did they come up with the team names?"

Irajah didn't look over at the medic in question, just shrugged her shoulders.

"I think it's from some kid's game. Something to do with cute animals or something. What's the tag line for it? Gonna wrap 'em all? Gotta kill 'em all? I don't know. Probably the last one if the Mandalorians are using it."

​"Gotta catch 'em all?"

​"Maybe. I still think the kill one is more likely. Must be a pretty violent kids game. Hush, it looks like they're finally getting started."​

​"Dr. Ven? Do you mind if we start a betting pool?"

​She looked over her shoulder then, a severe expression on her face.

"Betting on sporting events is wrong. ESPECIALLY when we're here to watch for injuries on the field. You should be ashamed at such unprofessional conduct."

There was silence for a minute.

"I'll give you two to one odds on Team Valor kicking Mystic's collective rear ends all over Bandomeer."

*****

Of course, Irajah didn't get a chance to watch for long. She didn't mind the interruption terribly. So far things were tamer than she'd expected. Turning around in her swivel chair (they'd spared no expense for the medical team. She appreciated that), she grinned as the dark haired woman came in, asking for Doctor Ven.

"That'd be me, Doctor Irajah Ven. Grab a cup of caf, we just put a fresh pot on. I think they're finally going to do something instead of stare at each other all day. And you are....?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor [member="Briika Tor"], [member=Bendak Orden"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"]
Post count: 2/25
Gear: Check the first post

"Hmm, well we could always go to some local store and buy some swimming attire for the two of us. Not that much fun to be wearing armor while on the beach, or so what I've heard," the Akaan said to Bree's first comment. She did gave him some to think about how to solve that little problem of not having any appropriate clothes for the beach as it was noted for some time that the blonde loved to tease him. And just like Bree loved to tease the Cuir Rekr, Vilaz loved it as well.

The couple then moved on to another topic that was affiliated with the Mandalorian war games as the battle medic commented on Bendak who had become a new addition to his clan. The man was a behemoth in size and in raw power. A mighty fine addition the really was. "I think so, too. The guy is like a giant with or without armor." The Cuir Rekr then continued to speak to Bree in a soft and sweet tone on their private, encrypted comm, "But you know who's a really great addition to the clan?" The way he spoke to Bree was an indication of her being that great and wonderful addition to Clan Munin

The strike craft in which they were aboard on was nearing the yellow sand of the island's beach as the vessel slowly sailed to land.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Great Sea of Bandomeer; aboard a strike craft arriving south shore
Allies: Team Valor [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Bendak Orden"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"]
Gear in bio
(2)
---

If only Vilaz could see the intense blush lighting up Briika's high cheekbones right now. Thank the Manda the tinted visor on her helmet hid it from everyone else too on the strike craft. Yeah she'd caught on to the meaning behind the Cuir Rehr's words. Their fond relationship had steadily grown to the part where they were each other's cyar'ikae now, and the Tor had become a member of Clan Munin. The baar'ur felt like she belonged again, and that made her extremely happy. Well the rugged Concordian had a lot to do with that, but it was all part of a bigger picture. Clan was family, and family was the way of the Mando'ade.

"Well someone needed to teach your clansmen how to cook a decent meal. Plus, a seasoned battle medic your vanguard was missing. I killed two birds with one stone there for ya" Bree quipped back lightly, then took a step forward to get a better view of their rapidly approaching insertion site. Seemed a bit too quiet even for War Games… Was Team Mystic going to show or was this going to be a cake walk to the top of the mountain?

Briika stepped back beside the Akaan and readied her Kath Hound for when the landing ramp went down and Team Valor made their assault onto the island's sandy beach front on the south shore.

"Oya!"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#DO YOU EVEN MUNIN, BRO?​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 3 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

He made the landing just inland of the beach, on the other side of the dunes separating the coast from the treeline of the interior.

Taking a knee, he discarded the environmental suit he'd worn for insulation in the air. Stripping off the excess gear and tossing it aside. Taking hold of the blaster carbine, the boy propped it against his knee for a moment and withdrew the blast pistol from the holster on his leg. Sliding the blaster cartridge out, the child checked and verified that the training rounds were loaded. Tapping the cartridge back into place, he charged the bolt, slid the weapon off safe, and returned it to the holster.

Then repeated the process for the carbine.

When that was done, the child came up from the ground, the carbine held across his body to the left and slightly angled down.

Ahead was the treeline, beyond which was the mountain where the flag was raised.

It had been a long journey from above to get this far, but there was a longer trek still to go. So the boy started off into the trees. The uneven terrain wasn't going to make this easy. And the mountain was going to be even more demanding.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Space between Axilla and Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor | [member="Buruk Surhaai"]| [member="Anija Betna"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | Ra Vizsla
Enemies: Team Mystic | [member="Likar Kejis"] | [member="Sko'saht"] | [member="Titan Kryze"]
Neutral: @zonja kalranoos
Engaging: Undefined


If he kept pacing like that he is going to wear a path out from one spot to the other, then we'll have to fix it. She smiled realizing that he was looking at her. They had met during the Call, she had long been without someone to team with during conflict so when he asked her about the war games, she accepted quickly. Perhaps too quickly not that she was desperate, was she? There wasn't anything to lose and everything to gain.

She wasn't much good on a ship, she felt..odd. She heard words, and data that made some sense, and then other data that just sounded like a foreign language. Tugging down the front of her shirt she walked slowly toward where Buruk was, to get a better listen of course. Her armor was at the ready when the time was right, this was a game after all.

She had a little concern over the bright red coloring of the ship, didn't that make that a more identifiable target? Course she was the one that preferred muted colors over pink, oranges, yellows, and the like.

She cleared her throat softly, "So are we sitting pretty all by ourselves?" She asked him as her green eyes looked about uneasily.

 

[Titan]

Team Mystic​

Location: Space between Bandomeer and Axxila​

Post: 2​

Enemy: @Aedan Miles, [member="Buruk Surhaai"], [member="Ra Vizsla"]​

Allies: [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Likar Kejis"]​

​

"Yes please send all transmissons to the bridge, we can use them." Titan sent the message to the Bearsloth, he then turned his chair to face Likar. "An excellent observation, unfortunently, he now has backup." Titan said refering to the HRA'NADETR, "Instead of the Kalevala, lets prod their line with the Protectorate, see how they react." TItan gestured to the men of his bridge and they sent out a signal, in code, telling the Protectorate to increase speed and fly towards the enemy battle line. A risky move perhaps, but it would reveal how Aedan Miles would react. Along with any other enemy commanders. The Protectorate increased its speed and flew at the Chimera, weapons hot. ​

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​

 

[Krenis Skirata]

TEAM MYSTIC
GREAT SEA OF BANDOMEER
ALLIES: [member="3X744"]
OPPONENTS: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Bendak Orden"] [member="Briika Tor"]
1/20 (Equipment in Bio- ARC armor, Westar M5 blaster, beskad)
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Krenis was a soldier first and foremost, above even a commander, which had been the role he had been delegated to before the attempted coup in the Republic. After that, well, he and the Republic had parted ways, more permanently this time, he feared, but it would still be a home to him, regardless of what happened. But he had returned to Mandalorian space, the closest thing he had ever had to choosing a home of his own. ANd they were doing war games as some sort of shake-up for these new Crusades they had called. Krenis was skeptical. His Mandalorian heritage had only briefly touched on them, but he wasn't sure he saw the value in them.

A war for war's sake. Despite being mostly free of indoctrination at this point, something in him still was repelled by the idea. A war was fought for a reason and that reason didn't include glory or violence for the sake of violence. It was to protect people and ideals of something greater. But, for war-games, now that was something he held no problem against, especially against such worthy foes as fellow Mandalorians. He looked out the dropship as it arrived at the drop-zone and the others aboard, mostly from Clan Skirata, but a few from others as well, leaped from the ship.

Krenis jumped, wind howling past his own armor as the island raced into view. Clouds drifted across his viewport until the ground grew much closer and he activated the jetpack. It burst to life, ending his freefall and letting him drop lightly to the ground. He unslung his rifle and extended the stock, double checking the magazines, inspecting each one. All non-lethal. Excellent. He had no desire for anyone to be harmed or killed in this, even if they were Mandalorians and should be fine. Most of them had their beskar'gam. His own, well, he had no idea what had happened to it eight centuries ago.

He checked the comms and listened in to gain a view of the situation. So far, it was quiet, and that was good. Unfortunately though, he was far from the front of the pack, and for an ARC, that was unfortunate. He broke into a jog as he headed up towards the mountain peak.

He paused, suddenly surprised and adjusted the range-finder on his helmet. There was a kid here. Not just any kid, but a kid who looked the exact same way Krenis had looked centuries before, even down to the curl in the hair.

A Fett clone. That had to be the case. No others would look like them in that way. He paused and stared up at the mountain peak. Not that he could see the flag, but he knew it was there. A goal for honor and glory, for Skirata and the Fett clone legacy. But there was another Fett clone here. One of those rare few who had survived. A brother, down to the basics of their DNA.

That was hardly a choice. He adjusted his course, breaking into a full run to catch the younger Fett. Honor was important, but family more so.


[member="3X744"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Bendak Orden"], [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"], [member="Kremis Skirata"]
Post count: 3/25
Gear: First post

"Hmm, don't you mean three birds with one stone? The clan also has one heck of a marksman as well," Vilaz complimented to Bree still in that soft and sweet voice of his on their private, encrypted comm. Sure, some snipers and marksmen of his clan did have a nice aim through their long range, high caliber rifles of theirs because the Alor had seen it; however, in his eyes he thought that his significant other had astounding accuracy with that scope and rifle of hers. It was one of the main reasons why he was first attracted to her if one were to ask of why the Munin first had an interest in Bree.

The warriors of Team Valor had finally arrived at the beach of the Island of Pacifica as then landing ramp opened onto the sand. A war cry came from the golden battle medic in which everyone else followed in doing.

They marched out from the strikecraft onto the beach and the Cuir Rekr than switched out onto the encrypted comm channel that Team Valor was using, "Remember, this is just a game. Don't try to do anything lethal or stupid that can kill. That's all." They then began to march to the tree line and as they would trek into the jungle to reach the mountain. Obviously Vilaz led the way with Bree close to him.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna headed to the woman who identified herself as Dr. Ven she had heard a bit of the conversation as she approached.

“Yes someone has a sense of humor, catch em all,” Rianna rolled her eyes, “I’m Rianna, I often pretend to be a Doctor so they let me come and practice during War Games Welcome Dr. Ven”.Rianna was a doctor, healer, teacher and other things. She knew she had to curb the levity a bit incase Dr, Ven think she was an escapee. She smiled, “most call me Rianna others Dr. Ar’klim” She extended her hand in greeting.

It had been a bit since she had opportunity to speak with another Dr. she dealt mostly with interns, healers, medics, and the like.

“I’m not a big cafe person, I tend to like my poison to be tea. If you have hot water I carry my own. You’d be surprised how many places don’t think of tea as an alternative to caf”

[member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#DO YOU EVEN MUNIN, BRO?​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 4 of 25
Battle Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Allies, Cool Cats, & Legacy of the Fett: [member="Krenis Skirata"]
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

"Cee-Arr Twenty rollin' down the strip!"

If you wanted to see one happy moron, tell a Clone Trooper to go do a half marathon, humping weapons, and do it up hill.

"Clone cadets gonna take a little trip." He was singing a marching cadence, his stride measured and his pace timed to the rhythm of the song. In his head, he could picture his Blue Brigade. A company of trainees all in the same blue-on-blue uniforms. He could see the faces of his clone brothers. 3Y427. 3V229. 3V589. "Mission top secret, destination unknown!"

They'd each been the leaders of their squads.

3Y427 had been picked in utero to be a future Clone Commander. He'd been the leader of the Headquarters Company.

3V's were infantry troops. 3V229 was an Artillery Clone Trooper. He'd headed up Bravo Company and worked in the armory under the supervision of the red-sleeves. The Clone Youth Brigade.

3V589 was another 3V, but his training had focused on armored infantry. He headed up Charlie Company and worked in the vehicle motor pool, also under the supervision of the red-sleeves.

And bringing up the rear had been the 3Xs in Delta Squad. The Airborne Rangers. Aerospace assault. Pararescue.

"We don't know if we're ever comin' home!"

3V229 had been the first.

When the Clone Troopers had come for the Jedi, they'd all been playing a game. Without explanation or warning, the clones - his own clone brothers - had just started firing. 3V229 had been shot in the back.

The back.

As if it wasn't enough that the Clone Troopers had been firing on children. They'd had to shoot one of their own in the back.

"Stand up, shuffle up, buckle to the door," the boy sang on, vaulting over a fallen tree trunk and quickly getting back into step. "Jump on out at the count of four!"

By the time they'd made it to the shuttle for their escape, it had just been 3X744 and 3Y427.

"If my pack don't open wide, I gotta reserve by my side." Then the crash, and it had just been 3X744. "If that one should fail me too... look out below, I'm comin' through."

But a run like this? This was just the sort of thing he'd have been doing with his clone brothers. In the simulators. Across Kamino. Field exercises with the older clones. "Pin my medals upon my chest. Tell the Jedi I done my best!"

He didn't have a range finder. He wasn't wearing armor. He was just a kid out for a jog with a mountain to climb.

And he was looking forward to it, because it often felt like these were the moments when he could escape everything and just be himself.

"I said your left... your left... your left right left..."

 

[Arumi Zy]

1 of 25
Axxila
Team Mystic
Allies: Team Mystic, though if i get bored.....
Enemies: Team Valor, dont bore me
Gear: Beskargam, Sabers x 2, Beskad x 2, Daggersx 7, DC-17 Set to stun!


How he hated tunnels, dirty, dank, dark, disturbing and dusty. Kind of reminded the ancient one of himself in some regards as he moved towards the seedy strip mines of a seedy place. He loved the under world of planets, it was a place to drink and find cheap women and do things that most others among the clans might find distasteful. Of course he didn't care he had lived long enough to stop worrying about others and their little shadow of what they considered honor and proper etiquette.

Hell he hadn't even met this new Mand'alor yet but he still came about to serve in this little game of pretend. Arumi had fought in several civil wars between the vod and none of them had been civil. He had removed many lives from manda'yim in the past and he had served beside some of those he would consider the greatest if his people even had a word for hero. They were far more then he was , they strove to be all that was mandalorian and he was a shell of what he could have been. Dark, cold and calculating and few people knew the machinations that were in place.

" 1,2 Izzy is coming for you" he started to singing " 3, 4 i'm at the door" he continued to walk down the tunnel content that he would make for an interesting interception of the others. " 5,6 hide your daughters" he started to whistle as he started his song all over again.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Great Sea of Bandomeer; aboard a strike craft arriving south shore
Allies: Team Valor [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Bendak Orden"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Gear in bio
(3)
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[ Well that's our little secret, cyar'ika,] Bree chuckled softly over their private comms. [ Don't want our enemies to know that until the slug is between their eyes now do we? ]

Briika had always been a keen shot, even when she barely was able to hold a blaster properly as a child. The young golden blonde could out shoot most of the vode in north country while growing up including her father and brothers. The annual fall hunting competition she'd one several times grabbing the prized shatual of them all.

As heavy boots made their way through the yellow sand towards the tree line of the island, the seasoned baar'ur stayed close to the rugged Concordian, always watching Vilaz's six for him. She was a soldier first, medic second. Hopefully the former longer than the latter, but time would tell whether the war games had any real causalities.

Soon after entering the thick of the jungle, Team Valor started their trek up the mountain side. This was going to be a good workout no doubt, and mutual massages would be in short order after this was over for sure! The thought of beach fun later fueled Briika's desire to reach the the flag at the top even more so.

[ Nar dralshy'a, vode… ] Bree encouraged those clansmen behind her as she showed no sign of slowing down on the ascent using her Fett Kal trench knife to cut through some of the heavy jungle foliage.

 

[Kuzo]

War Games Support Staff
Central ​Medical Staging
3/25
[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]

Leaning over, Irajah shook the other woman's hand.

"Tea? Yeah sure, we've got hot water."

Without getting up out of her chair, Irajah swiveled it around. Using her feet, she pushed off of the control center, sending herself wheeling across the room. She turned slightly as she chair rolled, then reached out, snagging a pole in the middle of the room to change directions just enough to get her over to the food and drinks that had been laid out for the crew. She did all of this with a deadpan look on her face, as if to say 'of course I'm going to use this chair like this, who wouldn't?'

Pushing a couple things out of the way, she found the heating carafe that they'd left. It was just warm on the outside, which meant the water inside was probably still piping hot. Snagging a cup she kicked back off, she and her chair came wheeling back across the room. This time she used her feet to stop, since her hands were full.

Setting the cup and carafe on a clear section of the controls (really Irajah? Yeah, really), she gestured with a grin.

"Hot water, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor Ar'klim! Are you part of the medical team for the event too? Or are you here with the Mandalorians themselves? Pull up a chair if the first, and if the second which team? I'll make sure I bet on that one."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Bendak Orden"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Gear: First post
Post count: 4/25

"Just our secret alone, cyar'ika" Vilaz replied back to Bree through their private, encrypted comm channel. The couple had shared a few secrets with each other whenever they had time together, away from the masses of people as they both enjoyed the privacy that the two shared with each other. Right after these war games, both the Munin and the Tor would be having a lot of "us" time together as the Cuir Rekr intended to enjoy a whole uninhabited island with his beloved significant other for as much as they could. Now that was something he was looking forward to.

But right now, he had to focus on winning these games with his beloved Bree and the rest of the Team Valor.

"You heard her, boys and gals. Keep up the pace," the Akaan echoed what Bree said to the Warriors of Team Valor as he and the battle medic slashed at the vines of the island's jungle, making a path for those behind Vilaz and Bree as they trekked the mountainside.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Axxila
Post: 3/25
Allies: Team Valor - [member="Tiberius Spar"]
Enemies: Team Mystic - [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"]
Objective: Pawn Team Mystic back to the Strip Mines

Force-fear was a spell known to Cathul that could induce PTSD into their targets. But if she was in range to use that, she would have to be a close range, close enough for a blaster; even with blasters set to stun that was a little hard to do. Plus with her current skill at Force-fear, AOE was just out of the question. What she could do was to use the Force to stun the target's amygdala; on NFUs, it could work, but on FUs that was a lot trickier. And her scientifically systematic approach to spellcasting (and spellweaving) allowed her to use the Force without any need for emotional arousal on her part. Once the spell is cast, the target just froze in the middle of nowhere - but was still alive. The target collapsed soon after the target ate the hit.

"What was that spell for?" a vod asked her from the window where shopping displays would normally stand.

"That wasn't Force-fear; that was Force-stun" another vod told Cathul while the encirclement maneuvers of their enemies got underway.

"I did that? I rendered the enemy catatonic? May have used too much Force-power at once"

By now she attempts to split the power in two different targets. The aim was to cause them PTSD; will the target be afflicted by PTSD? How long the effects will last? These are things that Cathul could not readily know at this time. She was a little surprised that she actually had that much power to go around to induce fear or catatonic feelings in people. In her next attempt, she made two people highly panicked. She seemed to use her knowledge of the mechanisms of fear to increase the power of a Force-fear spell, which quickly became her new spell of choice for nonlethal applications.

 

[Cait Falcor]

Cait Falcor - "Mystic" Freelancer
Post 1.
Axxila -
_________________
Several Days Ago FOB Stryker (just outside the Games Area)

Cait and dozens of other Freelancers milled about in the clearly temporary FOB. She and 7 others had bed down in a large "Hoth Tent", one of two dozen that formed "Aresh Block". She'd been here for a few days while more troops were brought in to reach the sort of Scale the Mandalorians were looking for.

Some were earmarked to work as Marines in the Bandomeer engagement and others would "fight" under the Factory District. More or less at random, Cait had been assigned to Mystic.

Her daughter, Eliza, had found this hilarious, commenting as such in her last holo-letter ... which Cait was watching while she shuffled ahead in line for chow - the sound playing in an ear-bud.

"*groan* Cait, how could you go Mystic?! Everyone cool is Team Valor. I guess I can cheer for you, but...it'll be hard. Least they realized that literally *no one* goes Instinct! Anyway, I'm sure you'll be awesome, gotta go my friends are here!" Eliza made a quick kissing motion toward the camera and the vid winked out of existence. Cait closed her datapad, having watched the letter for approximately the thousandth time that day.

Looking up, Cait saw she was finally near the front of the snaking line to the Dining-Tent. The food was what Mandalorians thought "normal people" ate - Cait wasn't going to complain - food was food. The cook, a Rodian, slopped some green-grey goop onto her tray, and then placed some unidentifiable meat on top. There was also Caf, black. Outside, Cait found an empty seat and poked at the "food".

By way of 'saying grace' she bowed her head "Force Bless the Infantry...no one else will" she joked to herself before digging in. She probably didn't want to know what she was eating, but it was warm, and the Caf was actually pretty good.

_____________________
Axxilan Outskirts - The day of Battle

Cait and a dozen other freelancers were on picket duty, waiting for the inevitable probing attacks by Valor troopers. The Squad was spread out over a couple hundred yards in fire teams. It had been several hours - the wildly disparate levels of discipline in Mercenary troopers was in full view. Stigert was openly smoking a Death Stick, just begging a sharp-shooter to end him, Paragual was off behind an old rusted out hovercar "taking care of business" for the fething *eighth* time this shift, and Mikon kept nodding off. And that was just her grouping. Rolling her eyes, Cait scanned her sector again.

As usual, nothing had changed. The underworld was an interesting mix of old ruins and flora, the planet literally reclaiming what portions of the surface it could. Line of sight was difficult, the plants and shadows combined to make it hard to see very far, and EM interference from the city above meant most forms of Optics were of limited value.

And so...here she was, "fighting" several hundred light years from her birth world, using advanced laser weaponry and hyper-dense composite body armor with HUD assist...relying on the ol' Mk.1 Eyeball as her primary sensor.

***
It was therefore unsurprising when the Eyeball failed to keep up with the modern battlefield. Somewhere into hour nine of her rotation they took contact. Paragual just froze in place and then melted into a small depression in the earth, rocking back and forth in apparent terror. Mikon and Stigert joined Cait on the firing step, occasionally popping their head up to try and get a view and or throw a few rounds back down-range. It was unlikely they'd hit anything, but it made them feel better.

Soon her position was being peppered with sporadic blaster fire, as she could hear other engagements along the line as well - presumably her entire element was engaged, but she called on the general MysticNet anyway.

"Alcon, Alcon*, this is Warthog One Zero, we are Troops in Contact. Say again, Troops in Contact. OpFor Strength unknown, but we have Friendly WIA**. Request support, coordinates ride my signal. Over!"

Cait finished her report and stepped up, laying down a Violet stream of suppressing fire from her blaster.

____________

*All Concerned
**Wounded in Action

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Island of Pacifica on Bandomeer; advancing up the jungle mountain from the south shore
Allies: Team Valor [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Bendak Orden"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Gear in bio
(4)
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They were maybe only a third of the way up the jungle mountain side of this tropical island chosen for the war games and Briika's thighs were beginning to burn from the steep incline. Oh was she going to need a rubdown after this was over, and not just on her thighs either.

The battle medic was in good shape, but… ugh. She would not complain though. Tor was a Mando'ad after all, and one of Clan Munin's marshals. The golden blonde would just have to distract the painful thoughts with nice ones of things to come on some private beach with the rugged Concordian after they won the prize at the top of course.

As they moved through some dense jungle, Briika was using her knife, slicing side to side in an effort to cut the vines clearing a path forward and upwards. It was when the medic was taking her last swing that the supposed vine suddenly moved. It wasn't a vine. It was a snake! Now the farm girl at heart was made of hardy stock, but snakes just creeped her out and of course Bree let out a little squeal… okay it was a loud scream, and an expletive to top it off.

At least though it was only over their private, encrypted comlink that her and Vilaz had. To the others with them, it would just look like the seasoned baar'ur stepped back in a hurried fashion from the slithering away reptile, giving it a wide berth.

[ Ni ceta, Vil'ika… Gods I hate snakes! ]

 

[Rianna Organa]

War Games Support Staff
Central ​Medical Staging
3/12

Rianna smiled and took the cup setting into another chair she pulled a teabag, rather than the leaves from a small bag which she always carried.

"Me, I'm here for the games. My family is part of the games and I'm the chief cook and bottle washer they refer to as Chief of Staff, or something like that." Rianna made her tea letting it color the water a deep dark black, she loved a strong tea.

"I'll take Valor one of my daughters is on the team so I will support them. What about you Dr. Ven what brings you to this part of the galaxy, surely not just as a doctor. I mean I know we have some unique things happening in this part of the galaxy but I don't usually see too many non mandalorians in these parts lately"

Rianna began to sip her tea, it felt good to be quiet, to listen, and have someone to talk with.

[member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

SPACE BATTLE

Team Valor
Location: Space between Bandomeer and Axxila
Post 1

Enemy: [member="Titan Kryze"]​

Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"]​

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Mand'alor continued to stare out of the viewports on Aedan Mile's ship, watching the stars glitter in the backdrop as the two fleets began to merge on each other. Compared to an actual war, this was actually rather boring... though the two sides were trying incredibly difficult to out do each other. A couple of fighters did bridge passes, further giving Ra impressive thoughts as to their regiment. Ra had no doubt that these two fleets were battle ready - instead, this was a show of force. A military exercise. He listened to the commanders as they rattled off their orders to the men, passing down the chop chain of command so that each side was well informed.

Ra smiled, folding his arms again behind his back and swelling his chest up with pride.

These were his brothers.

This was their pride.

Preparing for war.



"Good show, Captain."

Ra turned to admire the rest of the staff on the bridge.