War waits for no man (Mandalorian Assault of Schesa)

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

"Get caught?" Minna gave a small laugh. "Not with you around." The Yodaling moved out of the cockpit, standing by the door that would soon lead out to their objective. She reached down to her waist, grasping her main lightsaber in her right hand and holding it by her side, ready to depart the ship once the moment came. Her head turned, looking to her Zabrak friend and beckoning him over. "Leading the charge, you are." She gave another small laugh, awaiting the time to move.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Mandalorian Prison Ship,
[member="Anija Ordo"], [member="Rena Kryze"], [member="Ordo"]


Well, this was awkward. Or so Siobhan Kerrigan thought as she stood outside in the brig level, though a good distance away from the others. Truth be told, she felt a bit like an intruder when she saw Anija Ordo and a girl she did not recognise. Anija she knew from the first meeting of the Mandalorian Protectors and from the time when Firemane had made a business deal with Ordo.


Back when he was still a Field Marshal and before his possession by the Dark Lord. Her jaw tightened slightly when the memory came back to her. Ordo had turned on the Mandalorians and fought for the Sith, the enemy she hated most, but...he had been possessed then. Was that an excuse that let him off the hook? How much of his actions had been solely his? Those were questions Siobhan could not answer, but...many years ago she had been possessed by the ancient Sith Lord Darth Shadow. He had used her as his puppet to murder Jedi, all the whilst making her believe that she was doing good and hunting Sith, until she was nothing more than a prisoner in her own body, able to scream but not to act against his will.


Siobhan had believed she deserved death. The Jedi had exiled her to a mining planet covered in snow and ice at the edge of known space, until pirates attacked and she hunted them down to Nar Shaddaa. So...Siobhan could not bring herself to condemn him. She stayed silent as Anija spoke with the Brig Warden, gaze impassive. As she sought to reach out with the Force, she found that she could not feel him the way she had done before. Giving the man a look Siobhan turned away and departed, heading back to work.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Minna"]

"Aye, well. Lets begin." The hatch opened then, showing the barren landscape of the mountain in question. Without a word the Zabrak would leap down from the moving ship. It was a rather long fall, but it shouldn't be anything those if the Grey could deal with. Soaring down, he could feel nothing but freedom, grinning as he fell. Upon getting close to the ground, a blast of the Force was used to stop his descent, and he'd end up landing softly on his feet.

 

[Rena Kryze]

[member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

What had originally started out as a quick thing that was supposed to be between an employer and one of his chief staffers had suddenly gotten very, very cramped all of a sudden. What was meant to be a side-story had become a major focus... and that wasn't supposed to happen. Rena was not pleased. She was but a wee Initiate, but here we had three Rally Masters shirking their duties in the middle of combat operations. Rena was a non-combatant. That was to say that even in combat drops she wasn't clear for operations just yet. Her job was on starships, preparing people for war. These people were all meant to be on the surface of the planet, leading the charge for the others - with the potential exception of Anija, who could have made a case for not going down - but the others had no excuse.

So Rena got fed up. In fact, it got to the point that she turned to the four new arrivals and hissed air out between her lips in frustration. Hands on her hips, the quartermaster turned to the others.

"What in the name of Mand'alor are you all doing standing here while there's a fight going on?"

To say that there was anger in her tone was understandable. She needed to talk to Ordo. Her job depended on him; he was the boss. What the feth was she meant to do with him locked up? What was she going to do? How was MandalTech meant to go on while their boss was in chains? These questions needed answering. They, on the other hand, had jobs to do in the middle of combat. They could always come back when this was over. Rena couldn't. Her job started properly again when combat operations ended, cleaning and repairing equipment. All that equipment was now planetside, fighting. Them being here was a sideshow, a distraction. One she and the business could not afford.

"You all should be doing your jobs, not standing here in the bowels of this ship. Go."

 

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

Immediately after, Minna followed suit, leaping out of the ship and falling to the ground below. She spread her arms out, slowing her descent slightly and allowing her to maneuver her flight. Once she came close to the ground below she used the force to push against gravity and stop her descent, causing her to do a small back-flip then land on her feet. Her eyes flickered up at Krest, giving him a nod. "Lead the way, Master." She smiled, igniting the white blade of her lightsaber, ready for anything.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Minna"] would find Krest placing a finger to his lips. He could feel them, people close by, walking. Must be a patrol. He'd be on the yadaling close to him, bursting forward in a silent run. He wasn't az fast as he could be, but he needed to be slow enough to make sure he was quiet. His saber remained on his hip for the sole reason they made noise, something the pair couldn't afford. Now was all about being quiet, and ironically enough, Ataru's quick movements would prove useful in this situation. They had quite the distance to go to get to the complex, and it would be there that they would wait for the space battle to begin.

 

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

It took her a bit longer, but Minna also sensed they were not alone, and immediately deactivated her blade. Silently, she would move over to the Zabrak, then follow his run. After several moments of running, Minna made her first leap; low but far. From afar it might look like she was skipping, but in reality she was applying her primary lightsaber form to increase her movement speed, quietly. With this technique she managed to keep up to Krest, almost side-by-side with him. For now the journey was peaceful, and so Minna focused on the flow of the force around her, attuning herself to it to prepare for the coming battle.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Minna"]

It wouldn't be long until the two made it to the first obstacle. A check point. The mountain would suddenly go from a gradual ascent to a sheer drop. But it wasn't rock they saw. A cavern had artificially been carved into the mountain side, and walls were made of pure durasteel. This wasn't a hidden camp at least, but it certainly didn't look easy to get into. The only real entrance was a heavily guarded fence, clearly electrified. If the two wanted yo get in, they were going to have to find something else.

Scanning around, Krest searched for any sort of hole or back door, but was coming up empty. He was thinking too practically, all the while with a frown on his face.

They needed to find a way in.

 

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

Minna would kneel down, frowning aswell as she scanned the perimeter of the checkpoint. With a moment of thought, she looked up to her master. "A few options, there are. Risky options, though..." She raised her eyebrows, unsure whether to suggest what she was thinking. After several seconds of contemplation, she spoke again. "Looking for Mandalorians, they are. Walk straight in, I suggest. Tell them we are here to protect them, and hopefully gain passage to the cannon, we will." The Yodaling narrowed her eyes at the Zabrak, wondering whether her plan was viable, or insane. "Your call, it is. The master, you are."

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Minna"]

It certainly was an interesting idea. The Mandalorians were the foes.here, and doing this would certainly get them close to the cannon. But how close? And more importantly, how close would they be watched? Yet, it seemed to be the only idea they had, and perhaps with a bit of luck, and a couple mind tricks, they might be able to get through.

Krest nodded once before standing up and moving to the road, he would be out of sight from the checkpoint, but it would be a good start to walk up. It was then that he would, his hands by his sides, and his face blank. Should it go wrong, they were going to have quite the hard time getting out of it.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

"I was here first! You came in, didn't even acknowledge I existed." The Pyrotechnic Rally Master's fingers curled into fists. All she'd wanted was a second or three with her Daddy. She wanted to hear him tell her it would be okay, that he was proud of her, that she could do her mission as a Rally Master for the first time. But no, [member="Rena Kryze"] stepped in, ignored her like a lot of adults did, then her sisters came. The flickers of match sized flame which had licked at her armour before were back, shoulders heaved. The Tuk'ata growled and snapped, slinking in between his master and this non-combative Mandalorian with lip.

If [member="Anija Ordo"] hadn't a hand on her sister's shoulder, Rally Master Ginnie might burn a hole through the ship's floor. "Where do you get off talking to officers who outrank you like that? You don't know the whole situation so don't even. That's my dad in there. I have more right to talk to him nine minutes before my first ever drop as Rally Master than you do getting mad. I know my time constraints better than you!"

Wembley the Tuk'ata rose up on his hind legs, as Tuk'ata were want to do, plunked his fore paws on his master's shoulders and walked Ginnie backward. Ginnie moved, glad her buy'ce covered the quiet stream of tears pouring down the thirteen year old's face. She turned to face the cell, reaching her hand through to hold it out for her beloved father. "It's gonna be okay, right Daddy? I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, I promise! Daddy, I'm gonna make you proud down there right? On Schesa?" [member="Ordo"]

 

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

Minna followed beside the Zabrak, walking at a similar pace down the path, the checkpoint now in sight. Blue figures could be seen moving, as they noticed the two of them approach. By the time they were a stone's throw away from the main gate, several armed Chiss ran out and pointed their rifles at them. "Identify yourself! Are you with the Mandalorians?" One of them shouted, presumably their leader as he had a more formal uniform. Minna raised her small hands in the air, a sign of compliance, and spoke softly to the guard. "With the Mandalorians, we are not. Here to help, we are." The guards exchanged suspicious looks, keeping their weapons on the couple. "Why should we believe that?" The leader asked. "Because if you do not, then dead, you will be. Heading here now, they are, from the west." The Yodaling pointed to her right, a direction where optimal vision was obscured by rock. "Let us through, you must." With her last words, Minna waved a small hand in the air, allowing the idea into the officer's head. He hesitated for a moment, looking to the west and obviously weighing the risks of ignoring a possible Mandalorian attack or letting through two strangers. "We will.... let you through... But two of my men will escort you to your location. Erm, which is?" The guard looked to the Yodaling again with a trouble expression. "Not far." She lied. "We are only going to set up camp on the other side."
"Very well..." The guard said, issuing a series of signals with his right hand, which in turn caused the gate to open, and two guards to place themselves on either side of the couple. Minna looked up at her Zabrak friend, keeping her expression blank. As she continued through the checkpoint, the two guards followed. It wouldn't be hard to dispose of them once they were out of sight...

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Minna"]

Throughout all of this Krest was quiet, letting the yodaling do her thing. And she was doing well. The faintest twitch of a smile formed as.the two went through the gate. But it was the Zabraks turn to deal with the two guards. Eventually they made it away from the checkpoint, and hs would point to a nearby ledge.

"That will do for what we need." One of the guards, the younger one, looked at him confusedly, opening his mouth to speak, only to be cut short as Krest spoke himself. "Did you see that? Mandalorians must be making a camp down their, I see fire. Perhaps you should go check it out." Krest used his own mind trick, playing onto the fear of a mando attack on the ground. The two ran to the Cliffside, which thankfully wasn't that steep, and they would begin to treck down, already calling it in to the checkpoint the two Grey had made it through


Now Krest turned off, already moving to make as much distance as he could. They needed to disappear again.

 

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

Minna gave a smirk to her master as the guards left them, then quickly followed him again. Once they were well out of earshot of the departing guards, the Yodaling finally spoke. "Easier than I expected, I admit." She gave a small laugh, before it was time to run again. They had to reach the cannon before the space battle started, and so Minna resumed her leaping technique, her and Krest covering a good distance. This time she made sure to keep her senses attuned, making sure they didn't run straight into a wandering patrol, or even worse, another checkpoint. For now, she allowed herself to feel the force again, preparing herself for whatever was next.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Mandalorian Command Ship

"'Bout damn time we do somethun'. Gettin' kinda bored with 'em bounties," the Rally Master announced, uncaring if anyone heard him or not. Walking to the hangar area of the command ship of this particular Fleet of the Mando'ade he was dressed and uniformed in his personal and unique beskar'gam like every Mandalorian that participated in past dominions and this one currently happening. His buy'ce clung on his utility belt due to the fact he was drinking alcohol at the moment. Drinking on the job. Something that Strider would probably do. But this wasn't beer or whiskey. This was Moonshine, 100% alcohol. Those who saw the Redneck drinking could think that Vilaz would be drunk and would pass out in the middle of the battle. They could, but should think again. He has drank alcohol, for Manda knows how many times and began drinking ever since he was little. Ever since he had his first drink of alcohol it became the most drank beverage that the Warrior consumed. And over time he could control himself and put his limits of when he should drink and stop drinking.

Metal could be hear crushing as the Mandalorian crushed the can half full of the liquid inside of it and threw the can to nearest disposal chute. So, the opposing side that didn't want to surrender themselves to the vode were the Chiss. A bad move would it be if they decided to have a battle with these legendary Warriors that were trained to kill and fight. When would anyone learn that the Mandalorians don't kark around when they go off to war or conquering new worlds to expand their territory. Of course, there was diplomacy but the Mando'ade weren't the type of people to sit down and discuss terms or do any sort of politics with anyone. They fought each other to become Mand'alor and they fought against anyone that stood in their crusade. And these Chiss will know what happens when anyone dared to stand against Mand'alor and his people.

"Imma stack up on blue jelly to put on my bread 'n butter," Vilaz commented as he was walking across the hangar to reach a dropship. There were many things that people should know of both Vilaz and Verne. Indeed, they were douchebags, but they were also racist against any race that they encountered. Twi'leks, Zabraks, Sith Purebloods, you name it. "And I'm gonna take out them red eyes and put a cherry on top my milkshakes," and continued ranting with racist comments about the Chiss. No doubt, there would be a Chiss within the Mando'ade ranks, but Vilaz didn't care.

Dual WESTAR 34 pistols in their respected holsters, four thermal detonators on his utility belt, a Fett-Kal knife, JT-12 jetpack with a Z-6 missile, a Vornskr Scattergun, and ammunition for both firearms in his utility belt. Well prepared he was and if he ran out of the ammunition he carried with him he could always switch out weapons with a fallen soldier whether it be friendly or hostile.

As soon he arrived to a nearby drop ship there was already Warriors in it and more coming to fill in the vacant, empty spaces for passengers. "Alrighty, I'm in charge and just follow my lead. Kark up, 'n I'll beat your ass to the ground. Now, pilot! Fly this damn thing!" The Warrior giving instructions, if you could say, to the team of Mandalorians on the drop ship and ordering the pilot to fly and maneuver the drop ship.

"Let's blow up a karking ship," he suggested and said to his squadron and would communicate with nearby vod via comm link telling them of his plan. He has fought with both feet on the surface of a planet. Now he wanted to do the same thing, but in space.

(OOC: anyone wants to join me?)

 

[Aaden Renolds]

Location: Dropship Bravo Echo

Aaden sat in his chair prepping his equipment for his teams insertion into the battle. Raising his gaze up to see Ana, he could tell by her stance that she was slightly nervous. He personally wasn't nervous. He had been in plenty of firefights before. The real difference here, was for the first time he'd be fighting alongside his Vod. It was a wonderful feeling. One that left him confused as to why his maker Ice wouldn't follow him to join with them. The other difference was this time Ana would be in charge. Last battle the two were in together, he had been sort of thrown in charge at the last second. But here among their fellow Mandalorians, she had the higher rank. It would no doubt prove most interesting.

Standing up, he walked over to her and gave her a small nudge with his shoulder. "You'll be fine." He said encouragingly though in a low whisper so only she could hear. "We know what we're doing. Just give the orders and it'll be done. hen we all go home." He gave her a reassuring wink and reached for an overhead grip to help maintain his balance as they dropped toward the surface.

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

As the Mandalorian fleet exited Hyperspace, one lone vessel forgot to put on the brakes. It was screaming towards the surface of the planet, it's IFF tags would read The Cyrus, a freighter ship. It was stocked full of warheads and fuel, and it's pilot was the craziest SOB the Mandalorians had. [member="Ordo"]'s NPC said it was all about war, so why shouldn't this SOB start this thing off with a bang.

Upon entering the atmosphere, a single life pod jettisoned from the craft. All the while, blaring over the comms http://youtu.be/sxrSRN3TF7A

The frigate, with its payload was on a trajectory to take out a large part of where ever it hit.

 

[Caden Fett]

Location: In one ship of Ordo’s pretty fleet.

Caden grunted quietly as he was staring at the viewpoint as the ship exited hyperspace. The planet seemed filthy and he was wondering why he was here in first place. Behind him, the alarm seemed to be on for a while to alert the men and ladies that the battle is going to commence. “I hope they are going to get something from this poodoo world.” He mumbled to himself while his hand picked his helmet. Of course, he was wearing full armor that he had brought from Mandalore company. It was excellent time to test the hardware in the battlefield, but he had a feeling that it will be one side battle. Tucking the helmet, he walked away from the viewpoint into one of many halls in this ship. He had an idea that he wanted to try it out. And he had a feeling that the captain would be very displeasure with him if the captain knew how he was planning to arrive in the planet.

Humming softly, he reached to his destination. An empty escape pod. With a smile, he climbed inside it. He secured the helmet under his seat as he pulled his sunglasses out. Pressing the sunglasses upward his nose, he turned to the switches and flipped several of them online. An alarm rang out as the blast door of his pod was sealing. Pressing a button, he tuned it to a radio station as the pod was launching from the ship. Then his finger was pressing a button to allow it fire its jets toward the planet. Suddenly, he heard a captain yelled through the comm to find what the heck he was doing with one of their pod. Rolling his eyes, he pressed a button to shut down the comm. Then he was relaxing as he approached the planet.

Fifteen minute later, he was securing himself with the belt as pod was shaking violent as he was entering the atmosphere. “Bloody, this is fun!” He chuckled softly as he watched the pod approach the ground swift. Moving his finger to one of the switch, he flipped it online to use thrust to make his crash softer than it can be. A loud thud as his pod impacted the ground, he groaned out a bit. After few moment of breathing, he popped the belt and jumped on the floor. Picking his helmet, he pressed a button to blast the door apart. Climbing out of the pod, he stood on the ground in harsh sun. “Hello backwater planet….” He moved his hand to grasp his sunglasses and pulled it off his face. Throwing it on the ground, he stepped over it as he pulled his helmet on. Activating his system, he chuckled softly. “I’m Caden… and I am here to rock your world.” Laughing at himself, he activated his jet pack and he jumped in the air.

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OOC: I would join with anybody on the ground if they want me to.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Standing outside a DOOR NOT INSIDE WHERE everyone else was she was contemplating what to do. Anyone that was telling people to go off and do their duty weren't talking to her. This was the opportunity many of the family, as Ordo's children had been able to see him. And her drop ship wasn't ready yet.

No one could know how confusing all of this was, but Arla could hear Ginnie now yelling. Was someone hurting her sister? That was a deciding factor on whether to go inside, through the door she went and stood there. It was a line. This made Arla laugh, they were in line to see her buir.

"Ginnie, you ok?" She could see Anija there to, and who else was in there. For some reason Arla felt calm, how odd. Very clearly it was visiting day in the brig. They probably should have come down before the day of the attack, but it had been a well kept secret that he was here. Which reminded her, if he was here, where was Rianna. She was usually not too far away.

[member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Rena Kryze"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Anija Ordo"]​

 

[Anastasia Rade]

There was a lot expected out of Ana as the Manda'lor's little sister. She was confident in her ability to lead her Vod and know they would follow the rookie. It was more so that she hoped to live up to expectations. Everyone was going home to their families except [member="Aaden Renolds"] as he was going home with her.

The most interesting part would be him for once taking orders from her. Ana was curious as how he would take to that. What she needed to remember to treat him no differently than the other Vod in her squad.

"Expect heavy resistance when we get to the surface. Under no circumstances are we to fire at or blow up any of Imperial Shipworks property. They are under our protection." She paused for a second to let it sink in. This perhaps was the most important warning she could give to any of them.

Ana had to pause and think if this could happen her her one day. Her company was quite close to Mandalorian borders so she assumed it would only be a matter of time.

The Chiss as she had learned were warriors themselves or at least some were and they were not going down without a fight. This was going to be fun for them all. Most knew of her history with a certain Chiss.

"When we get down there we head toward the center of the city. Work on knocking out their communications and ultimately take control. Should be a piece of cake." She grinned standing up to take hold of an overhead grip as the dropship landed.

"Remember stay with the group and good luck." The other five in the group nodded as she turned to Aaden. Pulling him in close to her she gave him a big kiss on the lips before whispering in his ear. "I love you." She didn't care that everyone was watching. Life was precious and short. Anytime they got off on a strange planet could be their last. She wanted him to know what he meant to her.

Placing her helmet on she glanced around the dropship. "Time to rock and roll," she grinned before heading down the ramp first.


[member="Aaden Renolds"] [member="Caden Fett"] (feel free to hook up with us. We just landed on the ground)