War Games | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Axxila & Bandomeer

[Kuzo]

War Games Support Staff
Central ​Medical Staging
4/25
​[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] [member="Cait Falcor"]

Irajah chuckled over Rianna's description of Chief of Staff, nodding and relaxing with her own cup of caf.

"Oh good, I already bet on Valor," she said cheerfully, then paused, craning her neck back. "Someone did get my bet down, right? Valor. Bandomeer. Put it on the chart."

Turning back to Rianna she took a sip from her cup before answering.

"I needed work and I have a....." Friend? Yeah no, he wasn't a friend really. "A contact in the Mandalorian clans. He let me know they needed a Doctor who could head up the Medical Staff, by order of the planetary governments. They couldn't run their games without certain adjustments that to make them happy. So it worked out for both of us. I get paid, they get the veneer of legitimacy they needed. Not that I really expect any of the toughs down there to need medical attention till it's all over. Most of them would be caught dead asking for-"

Of course, everyone can be wrong sometimes. And Rianna's peace and quiet was about to end.

"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!"

Irajah whirled in her chair as the call came in. Central Medical was monitoring all channels, both public and team for the duration of the exercise. Her bantering, joking demeanor changed in a heartbeat as the professional took over. Chatter filled the room.

"Someone pull the coordinates. What channel is that? Mystic from Axxila. Okay. What team is dirt side on Axxila? Patch me through."

Well, betting on Valor seemed like it had been a good call.

"Hey, are you folks going to pick up the injured?"

"Negative Central. We can't get a med-crawler in there. Too much debris and they are in an area of active fire."

"Are you fething kidding me? Didn't they set up so medical could get in? I thought that was the whole point."

"Sorry Central. We can reach certain areas down there, but this one is too rough. And I can't send my team in on foot."

"Why the frak not?"

​"Um..... Active. Fire. Zone, Ma'am. And something weird is going on down there. We're not getting paid enough to figure it out first hand. We'll go in when the skirmish has moved."

Irajah made an irritated sound, deep in her throat.

"Someone bring up the coordinates on camera if you can?" she called over her shoulder. An affirmative came from somewhere, but she wasn't really paying attention. "Can you replay the minute right before the call?"

She frowned, leaning forward as she watched what had happened, leading up to the call. It was a heavy fire zone alright, but it was all according to- Her frown deepened. Those men hadn't been hit. Not by anything. She reached out, tapping the screen, rewinding and replaying in slow motion. Definitely hadn't been hit by any stun bolts. So what had happened.

"Frassing force user," she muttered under her breath.

"Is that against the rules?"

Irajah shrugged, shaking her head. "No idea. Probably not. The rules are pretty bare bones, just enough to make sure no one is going to get killed. Probably. It's just. Never mind."

She was getting really tired of watching Force Users treating the Force like their own personal hammer and every problem was a nail. Even after his death, Irajah was understanding her father and his break from the Jedi (though they didn't hold the monopoly on that state of mind, she'd been discovering) more and more.

Glancing over at Rianna, Irajah downed the rest of her caf in one go as she stood up.

"I hate to cut the tea party short, but apparently the Axxila crew doesn't have the guts to do their fething job."

Leaning over the control panel she murmured, "Patch me through to Mystic's channel. Ready?" One of the others nodded.

"Warthog One Zero, this is Central Medical. Confirming aid incoming for WIA. Can't help with your game situation, but we'll come take your team mates off your hands, Over."

Standing up, she shook her head.

"I need a team of three. Volunteer only. No, not you, you're the only one who knows how to run the damned system up here, sit back down. Everyone else, grab a Hutt-nought and let's go. I don't recommend the jelly filled, it'll be a mess."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Post count: 5/25

As Vilaz, Bree, and the rest of Team Valor climbed up the steep mountain and continued cutting vines, the Munin could feel his legs aching and burning just by climbing up the mountain. No doubt was his beloved feeling the same as well as the rest of the team. Right after these games the Akaan knew he was going to have to massage Bree's legs and possibly the rest of her body which he Concordian would be more than happy to do so. He honestly couldn't wait to be on some uninhabited island with the Tor which caused him to shift gears and really put some work into getting the flag.

Suddenly his significant other squealed in their private, encrypted comm which hurt his eardrums a bit, but he was more worried with what happened. Apparently a snake had creeped her out and the Munin made a mental note of something that Bree hated.

"It's okay, cyar'ika," the Alor said to his beloved in their private, encrypted comm as she apologized for squealing so loud, and stopped whatever he was doing to check on her, "did it bit you? Are you okay?" She could hear how worried he was in his tone because the venom of a snake was a serious matter when infected by it. The Akaan knew some techniques on dealing with the venom and he knew that Bree had methods more advanced than his; however, part of Vilaz knew that Bree wasn't bitten at all since she was armored since the chances were rare if not, possible.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Location: Axxila
Allies: Third Party Planetary Security
Enemies: None (yet?)
1/20

There was a certain inevitability to it all. From the Directors themselves down to the lowest servants and those scrounging out a life in the Black Ring, all had known that eventually the followers of the Resol'nare would reclaim Axxila for their domain. But they hadn't, and the influence of the Mandalorian Clans had waned, and for a time the Concord had felt themselves secure.

Every setting sun rises again, something the people of Axxila living as they did beneath a steel sky, were prone to forget. It had been a tense few days of debate at the Palace of Law, with the arrogant House Majhellain even arguing for armed resistance. Thankfully cooler heads had prevailed, and pressured by House Tregessar the Concord had agreed to every request the Mandalorians had made.

From the command center of the Citadel, Director Katharine Tregessar watched two main sets of displays. The first showed the public feed of the wargames being broadcast across the planet. A show of force of sorts, as close as you could get to peaceful annexation by Mandalorians, really. The second was a straightforward military readout showing the force disposition of several tens of thousands of House Tregessar soldiers, distributed throughout the borders of the cleared sectors as security. The Concord had been so gracious in accepting Tregessar support for the whole affair, they had barely paid attention to the details. Where the other houses were in a panic, trying to figure out they would survive with their new overlords, the Tregessars saw only opportunity.

For a while Katharine was content to simply watch as the displays showed large-scale maneuvers of Mandalorian warriors, mercenary soldiers, and others. Always at the edges were companies of Tregessar troops, keeping civilians out of the 'war zone' and providing a tangible reminder of just exactly where the borders were for the combatants. The local vid feeds were being provided for mostly by orbiting satellites and landspeeders closer to the surface. But there were a number of advanced Mandalorian warships in orbit, likely with vastly superior optics and sensor systems. Odds were they would be reluctant to offer anybody planetside a patch into their network, but it was worth asking.

"Control, hail the closest Mandalorian warship, I'd like to speak with their captain."

It took only a moment for the circuit to be patched, then without further ceremony Katharine keyed up the comms.

"Mandalorian Warship Werda Kyr'am, this is Director Katharine Tregessar, representing House Tregessar of Axxila. If you're not to busy with your wargame, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you, a business venture if you will."

[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Rhan Komo]

Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Team: Mystic
Allies: [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Enemies: Team Valor [Member="Briika Tor"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Objective: Capture a Flag

The small boat slowly halted as it carved its way in the sand of the northern beach, Rhan's own body already jumping off of the ship. His eyes narrowed as he peered closer into the jungle that awaited him, mind fixated now upon the mountain he would need to trek up to grab a flag. The whole notion of 'games' was a foreign idea to the young soldier, but simply re-branding the name to 'Military Exercise' cleared up his confusions. Mandalorian War Games, where for the most part, not games for the light of heart. Or lightly armed or armored Rhan mused as he made his way into the jungle. His hand shifted his mask, assuring him it was covering his face properly.

Nonlethal force, combined with a single objective would make for a very interesting test of wit and cunning. Fortunate enough Rhan was prepared for both the long run and the lighting warfare tactics. His legs pushed deeper into the jungle, arms outstretched to catch either a low hanging branch or to move away foliage and make his run through the jungle quicker. Rhan was always light on his feet, and combined with just his dark clothing with leather padding to protect from energy weapons, he felt in his element. Ducking and jumping, swinging and rolling, his body toned to run through obstructed paths as water in a river moves around boulders and rocks. In a single fluid motion.

His weapons of choice were the two training swords made of Ayalayli Thornwood and a collapsible bow-staff, all nicely holstered on his back for ease of access and to cause little obstruction to his ability to move. Rhan's own small utility belt carried his more 'personal' belongings such as an assortment of kitchen tools for the outdoors and a small set of medical items. His body slowed a bit, Rhan slowed himself to walk as he inspected his new surroundings of the deep jungle. Team Valor certainly would had landed at the Southern Point, the pathway they would certainly follow would be the most direct route possible to the Flag itself.

"I don't have to be the first guy to grab the flag at the top of the mountain, I just need to the be last guy to get my hands on it and give it to my Commander," Rhan murmured to himself. He could bypass mountain climbing in exchange for running towards the other side and possibly intercept Team Valor if they were to obtain the Flag first and try to take it away before they could manage to get back to their Commander.

Rhan knew of course the distance to get around the mountain would decrease the further he would climb, not only that the danger of single handily attacking a retreating Team Valor did not inspire the most confidence within Rhan. With a small shrug he continued his soft run through the jungle to reach the base of the mountain soon. He thought perhaps by the time he would make the base of the mountain he could make a decision. Or better yet, find more of his Team Mystic members and see what plans they had devised.

Maybe I could even find something edible and be able to craft a dish from this island.

 

[Arumi Zy]

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


The once sith continued to stroll down the tunnels muttering and grumbling to himself as he moved, so far he had not found any challengers but a few lowly grunts who fell far to quickly for his taste. They were alive but they would be feeling it for the next few weeks and even he thought he might have gone a little to hard on them but it wasn't in him to give less then his maximum and that would not have brought them honor. He lit a smoke as he started to see daylight, he could smell the ionized air from the fighting going on. It was a good smell, a chaotic smell that few recognized for what it was. Fun.

He could feel it in the air a dirty feelings that he had felt once or a thousand times do to one of his ex wives. The disgusting and twisted touch of a witch and he shuddered with the thought. witches were nothing to laugh at though they were nothing to truly worry about. They had their spells and they twisted the force into something a kin to magic and some of them were deadly little spells. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand and tingle as he started to move from location to location trying to keep as much cover as he could. He drew his Dc and aimed down on the first target he saw he took a puff of his smoke as he slowed his breathing and his heart rate lining the short right between her eyes just bellow her Lekku. He couldn't kill his vode but he could certainly put a damper on their day and their silly little brain tail. In the breath between heart beats he pulled the trigger sending a stunning bolt at [member="Cathul Thuku"] looking to put her down quick before he took out the rest of her unit.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Axxila
Post: 4/25
Allies: Team Valor - [member="Tiberius Spar"]
Enemies: Team Mystic - [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"]
Objective: Pawn Team Mystic back to the Strip Mines

The enemy encirclement maneuvers were bringing this... space wizard to close in on Cathul's position. She drew her lightsaber and even blaster bolts set to stun could be batted away. She managed to bat away that particular bolt, impacting another of the vode close to the space wizard. But that didn't solve the problem the space wizard caused. Now was the time for her to demonstrate just what quantum magic means in action. Between two shots of the enemy blaster, she concentrated in using the Force to displace electrons through what QED processes she knew about, especially from those residual airborne ions left from other vode firing their weapons. That dark-sided space wizard would get a taste of electric judgment, even if it means that the area would no longer smell of ionization as strongly as it used to. Tendrils of green electric energy were emanating from her off-hand. But she couldn't swing that lightsaber at him unless she knew whether phrik or beskar was involved in his case.

"Duck and cover, Witch!" another vod screamed at her as the enemy vode were about to fire in their direction.

"Roger"

With that said, thunderbolts just ceased being projected from Cathul's off-hand. Afterward, what Cathul did was to cast another spell where all she did was to increase the molecular vibration frequencies in the DC-17, with the end result that the item would become a lot hotter. According to the kinetic theory of gases, and the inter-molecular bonds in a solid being, well, a bosonic gas of harmonic oscillators, with the conclusion that Cathul's spell meant that increasing the molecular vibration frequencies in the DC-17 was the same as heating it. Unfortunately she did not have the ability to do so on more than one item at once, the maximum mass of the item on which that spell can be used, in her current condition, is about the weight of a beskad or a DC-17, and that really isn't much.

 

[Arumi Zy]

( Dusts off his old physics book, Author Isaac Newton.. yea its been a while since i last looked at anything Physical bada dum bump)
3 of 25
Axxila
Team Mystic
Allies: Team Mystic, though if i get bored.....
Enemies: Team Valor, dont bore me Cathul Thuku
Gear: Beskargam, Sabers x 2, Beskad x 2, Daggersx 7, DC-17 Set to stun!
Goal: Break the Twi'leks boneses!

Lightning was lightning as it was, it didn't matter if it was force or some freaky form of light sider lightning. It was easily channeled by someone versed and experienced in it. Taking no chances he thrust his hot DC into the ground and produced his saber using it to channel the judgement and disipate it into the hilts covering layer of Cryonium . Though he was no longer a true child of the darkness the dark side crystals in bedded in his cells kept the taint alive and well. Plus it was all magical and that made him queasy knowing that he had been touched by that corruption of the force, he hated witches and their specific tainted force abilities.

" not bad, not smart but not bad. There is a reason not to use those kinds of techniques against someone superior versed and trained in the force, they might resent you think it is going to be so easy." he said with a smirk as a group of team Mystic Infantry moved into a fire support position and began laying fire into the ranks of the Valor grunts. " Now you see the thing about force lightning and its counter parts is that it can be channeled and redirected, turned into the most basic of energy and stored if one has the right equipment for it" he extended his sabered hand and drew forth the the force sending large tendrils of hot electrical energy enhanced by the absorbed energy of her own attack back at her and her verd. " like this" he said with a wink.

 

[Cait Falcor]

Cait Falcor
Allies: Mystic
Enemies: Valor
Unconcerned: Instinct
Post: 2
[member="Irajah Ven"]
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viip viip viip Blaster fire threw a chaotic swarm of colors into the air all around her. Cait Falcor was making her body as small as it possibly could be, hunkered down in her fighting-position. The small 4-foot deep entrenchment gave her fire-team a place to fight from, and a bulwark against which Valor seemed to be hurling it's current offensive thrust.

Cait called over her Squad-Com to her element of Warthog Squad "Frag Out!" as she hurled one of her precious few stun grenades at an unfortunately tight pocket of Valor Mercs. This first wave is probably not Mando's...Valor is likely testing us with expendable chaff. Dead merc's don't have invoices. She chuckled to herself...it was a cold truth in the economics of warfare. Which explains why these guys SUCK! Cait lurched up onto the firing step her CC13 already shouldered and unleashed a semi-controlled volley of fire into another grouping of Valor troops. She doubted that she'd hit anything - no real time to aim - but anything that kept Valor engaged here gave supporting Mystic elements a chance to counter-maneuver against this more recent thrust.

Cait's HUD showed another clash off almost half a kilometer on her right between a Mystic task force led by an [member="Arumi Zy"], and the two other fire-teams of Warthog Squad moving to flank and support. Cait's Fire-team was just down to two, though Mikon had gone down early in the fight. Stigert somehow STILL smoking that fething Death Stick (or was it a new one?) was in the other fire pit putting out a steady stream of blaster fire. And he's hitting what he shoots at Cait chastised herself.

Suddenly her helmet comm crackled to life, a static-filled signal finally getting through the interference.

"Warthog One Zero, this is Central Medical. Confirming aid incoming for WIA. Can't help with your game situation, but we'll come take your team mates off your hands, Over."

Cait sent a few rounds downrange to keep Valor's dirty heads down and ducked into her pit. She played the message back to make sure she heard it right and then hit her own mic to re-trans back to the same channel from Central Medical.

***

"Central, Warthog One Zero - glad you got my call, was afraid we were being jammed...interference is bad down here. I've got 2 guys, triaged *vvap vvap vvap* into a recessed pit, one's just been hit by *vvveeeer blaaam* stun rounds, the ass is giving me guff about my aim, so he's probably fine [unintelligible humanoid speech in the background] ...dick, yea he's fine - you can leave him if you want. The other, though...it doesn't make sense *ssspaaaang!*, this is the closest thing he's ever seen to combat, and he's got the shakes somethin' fierce...from the way he's acting you'd think he'd come out the other end of a One Sith meat-grinder or something. I hit him with Morphine so he'd shut up *veeee crump crump crump* ...oh you have GOT to be fething kidding me, they've got a MORTAR?! Uh...hey...Central, i gotta go. Lemme know when you're closer. There's a good LZ about a hundred meters west-south-west of my location, burned out Dunkin' Huttnoughts I think...maybe see if you can't get me an Alderanish on the way!...Warthog One Zero, Out."

The tone of the attack changed with the introduction of the Mortar. The fire from the first wave slowed, but Cait didn't think they were out of the woods...the lull probably just meant that the real attack was about to start...

 

[Rianna Organa]

Objective: Medical Support
Location:
Post 4

Interesting that one of the Clans had gone to an outsider rather than pulling resources from Mandalore. hmm. Someone from within the Clans said they needed someone to head up the Medical Staff.....so someone was out looking for her replacement. How very interesting.

She smiled though. She knew [member="Briika Tor"] was out on the missions a trained medic, and she knew that several of the Response teams were already station on Bandomeer and Axxila. So who was left.

"Well Dr. Ven it sounds like you are getting ready to have your hands full." She knew Arla was somewhere still traveling who else was on the ground already and could help the good Dr. with her task. Did she want to go down there?

Rianna ordered the frigate Jahaal'got closer to bring the MedEvac Transports Ordo and Skirata within range.

[member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Axxila
Post: 5/25
Allies: Team Valor - [member="Tiberius Spar"]
Enemies: Team Mystic - [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Cait Falcor"]
Objective: Pawn Team Mystic back to the Strip Mines

While Cathul knew that Force-fear (or Force-horror) wouldn't kill, she sensed anger from the enemy. But by now she knows better than to use electric judgment on Arumi, and Force-alcohol was also out of the question. All that crossed Cathul's mind when another of her vode in the bunker took the hit, was to change her refraction index so that she can be made invisible. She would momentarily change her refraction index to -1 across all three of the infrared, visible and ultraviolet spectra for 30 seconds, meaning that she will be invisible to said spectra, and that the light rays across these bands will be bouncing back from her. Meaning that one would actually need X-ray vision devices to detect her during that span, and that she would be invisible to thermal. But in instances like this, she was to concentrate on the parts of other targets' brains responsible for fear and induce Force-fear in each of these. Or alternatively she could do Force-horror on one. She really had the kind of outside knowledge that could help render enemies catatonic. She used the 30 seconds she had to cast Force-horror on Stigert and Force-alcohol on Arumi, forcing the latter's glycogen reserves to fermentate.

"Witch? Witch? Where the frak are you?"

"My refraction index is now -1, but will soon return to its complex-valued normal"

"What do you mean, your refraction index is -1?"

"I'm invisible to the visible light band: you just got a demonstration of what Force-refraction is"

After the two spells are cast, Cathul reverts back to normal, as she said, to her normal self with a complex-valued refraction index. It took her all of 30 seconds to cast these two spells. In other words, opaque. She probably was the only witch around that understood how Force-cloak even worked and how to adapt it to make it change an object's refraction index. Because when it comes down to it, Force-cloak just amounts to changing the target's refraction index to -1; one could change the refraction index of the target to a real-valued number if you want it to be transparent in a frequency band, or, alternatively, to a complex-valued number if you want it to be opaque instead.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

SPACE BATTLE

Team Valor
Location: Space between Bandomeer and Axxila
Post 3

​

Ra left the vessel that he had been harbored on. There was a short break in the conflict as the ships, fighters, etc. parted ways to allow Ra to make his transit outside of the field of battle and into the space above Bandomeer. Ra admired out the cockpit the size of the destroyers, the frigates, the massive fleets that stood before him. He wondered how men had come to such a time to build such monstrosities. He wondered why they had. He wondered if this was the pinnacle, or if they would achieve even greater things.

He wondered about the stars, and stared off into the distance.

The Republic. The Sith. The Jedi. The Clans. The Alliance.

All of them, like a backdrop.

All of them, within reach.

All of them, seemingly far away.

Ra wondered, and his transport moved closer towards Bandomeer.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: On board a luxury-class sail barge, The Great Sea of Bandomeer
[2/20]

Theme​

The Mandalorian war machine was probably the most fearsome force in the galaxy, their strength stemming solely from their unrelenting unity. Yearning for victory, lines between light and dark were blurred; they were to instrumentalize whatever they deemed necessary to fulfill their ambitions. Armoured sons and daughters of Mandalore disembarked on sandy beaches, metal stomping on immaculate nature of the jungle-covered island. Zonia frowned slightly as she peered through the binoculars, scanning the perimeter for Ra's garguantuan form.

Yet no sign of the Iron Wolf, as teams engaged in guerrila combat to capture the flag. Then, a familiar roar of engines reverbated through the air, the din she remembered dearly from Muunilist. Setting down the binoculars, Kalranoos ran to the very edge of the upper deck of sail barge and leaned over towards the ship that descended towards the surface of the sea. The barge altered its course somewhat as Vizsla's ship appeared on the horizon.
A protocol droid gently nudged Zonia on the side, merely to attract her attention.

"The Mand'alor will arrive soon." the droid uttered in a mechanical, cold voice - "Please remain here."

Zonia's eyes widened at the mention of [member="Ra Vizsla"]. He intrigued her more than she was willing to admit. So detached, yet so loyal. In a way, two peans in a pod, Kalranoos and the Gurlanin leader of the Mandalorians. Duty before the self, solitude out of servitude. So, the raven-haired woman stood at the edge of deck, breeze from the sea blowing through many thin layers of her faultless white dress. The sun was sinking into the ocean as Bandomeer immersed in golden hues of late afternoon.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Location: Sea of Bandomeer
Team Mystic Allies: [member="3X744"] [member="Rhan Komo"]
Team Valor Opponents: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
2/20
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Krenis slowed, trying to find this newly discovered brother of his, flipping through the sensor channels. There! A smaller humanoid shape about 15 meters ahead of him though the jungle. He had to get the attention without startling him.

"Su cuy'gar, vod!" Krenis called out, his helmet adjusting his voice. Still his voice, but flattened through the vocabulators. That would catch his attention, since there was something deeply distinctive and resonant to clones about hearing their brothers in armor. In a way, it was hearing themselves, which made sometimes for some very strange feelings of deja vu. He slowed and kept going until he could reach the younger clone, pausing as he heard the marching cadence, but continuing again. It sounded familiar, but Krenis couldn't quite remember it. Airborne, by the sound of it.

Once Krenis had reached the younger clone, he slowed to a walk, removing the helmet to his ARC armor so they could see face to face. Or reflections of the same face, at least, although Krenis' was different. Older and more worn, with the x-shaped scar blazed clear across it.

"It's been a long time, brother," Krenis said after several moments. "How'd you make it here to this time?"

His voice thickened, almost to a choking sound. He wasn't alone after all. That was a rush of warmth and belonging. Clones were meant to be together, it was how they were created and bred. To be alone... that was a struggle. Perhaps one that was over.

 

[Kuzo]

Medical Intervention
Enroute to Axxila
5
[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] [member="Cait Falcor"]

She flashed Rianna a grin as she grabbed her gear.

"I'd love to talk shop another but, as you said, hands full. Unless you're coming dirtside?"

Irajah hurried with the rest of her team to one of the transports that would take them if not to their objective, as close as they could get given the current situation. She'd grabbed a headset before leaving Central Medical, settling it snuggly over her ears just in time to catch Warthog One's next transmission.

"Central, Warthog One Zero - glad you got my call, was afraid we were being jammed...interference is bad down here. I've got 2 guys, triaged *vvap vvap vvap* into a recessed pit, one's just been hit by *vvveeeer blaaam* stun rounds, the ass is giving me guff about my aim, so he's probably fine [unintelligible humanoid speech in the background] ...dick, yea he's fine - you can leave him if you want. The other, though...it doesn't make sense *ssspaaaang!*, this is the closest thing he's ever seen to combat, and he's got the shakes somethin' fierce...from the way he's acting you'd think he'd come out the other end of a One Sith meat-grinder or something. I hit him with Morphine so he'd shut up *veeee crump crump crump* ...oh you have GOT to be fething kidding me, they've got a MORTAR?! Uh...hey...Central, i gotta go. Lemme know when you're closer. There's a good LZ about a hundred meters west-south-west of my location, burned out Dunkin' Huttnoughts I think...maybe see if you can't get me an Alderanish on the way!...Warthog One Zero, Out."​

Irajah grimaced as she swung in to the transport. At least one was explained. The other though? She had no idea what she was going to do about that besides get him out of there if she could. Morphine? How much had he been given? Sure it would calm someone down, but there were risks involved.

Also, who in the Maw brought a mortar to a non-lethal fight? How did that work? She didn't have any experiences with weapons besides their affects on fleshy bodies, but it seemed like that would be something hard to make, well, non-lethal. This was part of the reason she was doing *this* job of course instead of attempting to join the game.

"You've got the coordinates? Alright, let's get going. Did anyone by chance grab one of the alderanishes? Thanks. I'm confiscating it. Official business."

*******
Axxila
​Team Instinct/Combat Medics

"Um, someone want to tell me why I need to wear this bright yellow vest?"
​
"Stop whining and put it on. It's the vests we're supposed to wear to indicate we're non-coms in the game. You don't have to wear yours, but on your own head be it."

The vests really were a headache inducing level of cheerful yellow. It would be impossible to miss them on the field. Of course, that didn't mean that they wouldn't get caught in a cross fire- just that, in theory, no one would be shooting at the medic team on purpose.

They settled down right beside the burnt out shell of the Dunkin' Huttnoughts. It only took a couple of minutes for the trio to gather their supplies and get moving. Irajah reached up, touching a button on her headset.

"Warthod One Zero, this is Ven from Central. We're boots on the ground, kudos on that landing zone. Is your location still the same? Over."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#DO YOU EVEN MUNIN, BRO?​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 5 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

"Su cuy'gar, vod!"

The small clone's heels dug into the grass, dirt and rocks flew out from under his feet as the child skidded to a halt. Instinctively, his arms flexed as the blaster carbine was held at the ready - but the barrel was angled downward, toward the ground.

Who was out here speaking Mando'a?

...and, for that matter, what were they saying?

Vod was... what? Bro? Dude? Peeps? He needed [member="Briika Tor"] so she could translate for him. Or BB-4. BB-4 was better at learner-ing this Mando'a stuff than Three was.

As he scanned the environment around him, the boy picked out an armored figure approached. It was someone wearing Mandalorian armor... though it looked almost familiar. That sense of deja vu caused the boy to relax his guard, lowering his weapon completely as the figure approached. Head craned to one side, the boy was looking up at the armored giant, as if trying to determine whether he'd seen anything like him before.

Then he took his helmet off.

The young clone gave a gasp. His hair was standing on end. The man spoke, saying something but the words didn't sink in. The boy was too exited, trembling with the rush of anxious energy bubbling up.

If he'd been a puppy, his tail would have just made the jump to ludicrous speed.

"OYA!"

With a shout, in the one word of Mando'a he knew, the boy simultaneously dropped his blaster and made a leap toward the older Clone Trooper with his arms out to hug the other clone.

Who cared about some flag on a hill? This was the best day ever, because there was another clone here!

 

[Rhan Komo]

Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Team: Mystic
Allies: [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Enemies: Team Valor [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Objective: Capture a Flag

His hand grasped tightly on a branch, the momentum of his run swinging himself upwards as he released the branch. Legs outstretched he landed softly and paused for a moment. A faint suspicious sound caused Rhan to stop, his ears strained to listen, he was certain it was voice and Rhan slowly stepped forward. His head turned to the general vicinity of where he heard the faint voice, it sounded distant and he continued to move cautiously. Another faint voice again, perhaps a shout of some sort, his legs picked up his pace a tad. Once again another shout, this time a bit more recognizable as something not animal but humanoid.

Rhan darted forward, his body moving like water around rocks, he was certain his movements were silent but the real concern were if the voice up ahead were friendly. Of course they have to be, no way members of Valor would be this far out, even if they had captured the flag why would they run towards us? Rhan reasoned to himself. Regardless he moved with swiftness and silence, before he carefully slowed himself. Eyes sharply scanning his surroundings, focused as he tightened his movements.

His weapons remained holstered on his back, he did not anything to make his movements any more noticeable nor the chance of if who Rhan was trying to track were fellow Team Mystic Members. Hate to make bad impression Rhan thought wearily. Crouched low, body moving slowly and virtually silent as he continued to approach the source of the voices Rhan heard faintly moments ago. His eyes grew large as he managed to spot someone.

Armored and apparently weathered years of battle, No doubt he had more time spent in a War Zone than I have lived. He shifted his body forward a bit more, the Older Warrior appeared to be in conversation with someone considerably shorter than he and Rhan wanted to know who. Rhan peered through the foliage, his body tightened as he made slow quiet movements. He saw the other person in question, a small boy it appeared and Rhan was force to blink a few times.

It was almost comical of how completely polar opposite they each looked but shared what Rhan guessed Father Son appearance. Rhan thought of a Kryat Dragon, scales battle worn and scars all over his body, looking down at a new hatching with soft skin and scales but the fierceness was evident. Rhan had already deduced they weren't from Team Valor, as they appeared to have run from Team Mystic's starting point as Rhan had done.

He relaxed his body, the tension ebbing away as he stood to full height and walked over to the pair. Apart from his dark and black matching clothing, Rhan had placed a blue Armband representing his allegiance to Team Mystic and he raised his arm up as he approached the two. "Team Mystic I hope," Rhan introduced himself, his voice low and soft, his eyes darting between both the boy and the older man. "My name is Rhan, ja, soldier and best Chef on this side of the island," Rhan added, making himself a bit more charming. A bit.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Location: Axxila
Allies: Third Party Planetary Security
Enemies: None (yet?)
2/20


Silence reigned over the net, either the Mandalorians were too busy to take notice or simply didn't care. Either way wasn't exactly a surprise, Katharine couldn't help but wonder how a people who prided themselves on being warriors thought about a planet ruled by what amounted to an aristo-corporate oligarchy.

It didn't particularly matter, at the end of the day the plan was laid and would proceed. Whether the Mandalorians aided with their knowledge or not would change the outcome.

In leading the coalition in the Concord that accepted Mandalorian overlordship, House Tregessar had assumed one of the key positions at the negotiation table. Through a series of well-placed bribes, veiled threats, and a bit of subterfuge, Katharine had arranged for the 'war zone' districts to fall next to several major House Majhellain facilities. On any other day, the presence of House Tregessar guards moving through the streets in formations would have prompted an outcry by the Majhellain Board of Directors, likely followed by an emergency session of the Concord, and threats of force to persuade Katharine to back down.

That wasn't merely supposition on her part, she had tried it before. Majhellain, with a strangehold on Axxila's large and robust shipbuilding industry and leading a coalition of other houses, was currently the most powerful of the factions on Axxila. That was going to change tonight.

Tonight House Tregessar guards were everywhere, keeping an eye on Axxilan civilians, Mandalorian soldiers playing war, and generally trying to make things end up as slightly less of a mess. Or at least that's what they appeared to be doing. Slowly but surely the Pylon's command center had been shifting troops around, building up the forces nearest the Majhellain facilities. They were almost ready to attack, all they needed was a catalyst.

So far the Pylon had had little success deciphering the Mandalorian military radio. It was easy enough to pick up the transmissions, given the massive numbers of antenna's and transceivers scattered throughout the ecumenopolis but the cypher itself was dedicated military in nature, and beyond the limited skill of House Tregessar's party-time slicers. Lack of secure comms meant that piecing together a complete picture of the mock battle was difficult, though not impossible. Low-flying surveillance craft and drones, ostensibly there to record and rebroadcast the situation for civilian enjoyment provided the best image source.

Even with all that, the display was mostly a chaotic mess to Katharine, until a tech queued her in to a situation developing near a residential district. One of the factions had brought in some heavy weapons, and a medical team from the game control had been dispatched to clear out wounded so the fight could continue. That meant people would probably be paying more attention to who they were shooting at and less to where they were doing the shooting from. Katharine reached out the field commander in the area, Colonel Allkire Verkler.

"We have an opportunity. Check the data being fed to you now, possible disruption near your station. That's a just over a klick away from objective delta. Can you push things that way?

For several minutes there was no reply, only the soft buzz of the comm circuit as Colonel Verkler tried to figure out what he could manage with limited assets and an even more limited timeline. Finally the buzzing stopped as he keyed up to speak.

"We'll give it a shot ma'am. There's a hab block nearby, and looks like a uh, Hutt Burger or something got hit next to it. We'll say there's civilians inside and try and push the fight east, right into the compound."

"Fine, do your best Colonel. Update me as soon as you can."

The comms went silent, and Colonel Verkler turned to his section commanders and delivered his orders. All units would push out and start forming a cordon around the hab block, using weapons on stun only if presented with lethal force. Any questions were to be referred up the chain of command, with the only explanation that the designated conflict zone had shifted approximately one kilometer to the east, for safety reasons.

With a nod, the officers departed, and a few minutes later several platoons began to advance in the open in a loose formation, resembling more police than actual soldiers. It would be impossible not to be noticed, the only question was whether the Mandalorians would play along.

[member="Irajah Ven"]
[member="Cait Falcor"]
[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

B A N D O M E E R

Team Valor
Location: Landing on Bandomeer
Post 4


Ra's transport craft began its docking routine as it began to drop in altitude towards the Great Sea of Bandomeer, the Iron Wolf standing on the landing ramp as it opened, holding on to one of the struts of the side of the spaceship. His wolf cloak flowed in the wind rapidly as his green eyes poured out upon the choppy seas of the planet. It was a beautiful sight, much like the space battle had been, but in it's own different and special way. The Iron Wolf goliath breathed in deep. He could taste the salt, the iron, the smoke in his lungs. The great blue expanse beyond him opened up like the tide, and the craft finally docked on one of the outlying isles next to the great Island in the center.

Ra's eyes watched as the teams met with battle on the Island, vigor entrancing him as he stepped feet in the sand.

There were many things to tend to, many people to meet.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

BANDOMEER
MYSTIC ALLIES: [member="Rhan Komo"] [member="3X744"]
VALOR OPPONENTS: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
(3/20)

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Krenis stumbled back in surprise as the boy jumped into his arms, but a wide grin spread across his face, and he gave the boy another squeeze. Ah, to see a familiar face again! Or rather, an identical face. He let the boy back down on the ground and dropped to one knee to look him more face to face. It was fine to tower over one when needed, but in this case, it was better to be closer. He set his gauntleted hands on the boys shoulders.

"It is good to see you, brother. Do you have a name to go by here in this time?" Brother was one thing, and apt, but there was something more personal about a true name. "My designation was Alpha-93, but my name now is Krenis Skirata."

He leaned back to look at the boy better now. Oh, what a twist of the Force, to bring him one of his own, in this place. And someone else, it seemed. Krenis inclined his head to the new comer. "Well met, Rhan. Also team Mystic..." He paused to look down at his miniature double again. "But some more important things have come up. And chef, you say?"

That was strange. Not many Mandalorians used chef as part of their title. But so be it all. They were all quite different from each other, but still family.

 

[Rhan Komo]

Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Team: Mystic
Allies: [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="3X744"]
Enemies: Team Valor [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
Objective: Capture a Flag

"Ja, Chef indeed, before I joined Military Service I worked at several restaurants and grew into the habit of cooking," Rhan explained, condensing perhaps a large part of his life into a simple single sentence explanation. "But you mentioned there was an important development that happened recently?" Rhan asked.

He took a step back and leaned against the tree, easing his body a bit more as he waited for a response. Certainly things weren't exactly life or death, but the competitive drive certainly was fuel enough. Rhan moved his free hand towards his belt to check on his items, it was an absent minded action as he continued to look between his two new comrades.

"The other Team certainly would head straight for the Flag up on the Mountain, I had an idea of simply waiting for them on the other side and set up a trap as they try to return back with the flag," Rhan explained, "If you're worried about Team Valor making it to the Flag before our team does of course," Rhan added.

"Or if you guys are hungry, I'm sure there's some wild life I can catch and cook," Rhan added off handedly as he crossed both arms across his chest.