Welcome to the Jungle [Horde, Mando, Circe, Others]

[Nyxie]

Ashelotte was flying low from clearing to clearing through the woods as the enemy squadron seemed to scramble to meet the Horde's assault gunships. Before she knew it, a fiery ball came down and a significant blast of light flared out in the distance. Circe... she thought. The longer they waited, the more Circe was put at risk. Ashe wasn't the best general or admiral in the world, but she was gifted and unquestionably devoted.
"Enough of these God damn games! Blow it. Blow it up! BLOW THE SHAFT TO KARKING HELL!!!"
Ashe opened up the throttle all the way once more, letting the engines roar to life as long blue ribbons trailed out from behind their vectors. In one quick decisive strike, she flew straight for the turbolift at incredible speeds. Suddenly, it found itself the target of four burst fire laser cannons. Right as she was about to near over it, she quickly inhaled and tensed, pulling up the sticks all the way to reach an apex turn ninety degrees to the entrance vertically. She cut the engines at a decent altitude - not wasting any time - briefly disabled the shields, and let the laws of physics do the rest. The heavy fighter stalled and quickly generated lift under its wings, correcting itself into a noseward descent. This time, not only the burst-fire of the four cannons met it, but warhead after warhead of HE round and everything else she could throw at it. Flaring the throttle now, she picked up the sticks and slowed the craft to a suitable flight maneuverability airspeed. There probably wasn't a damned pilot in that side of the galaxy that would think twice about risking their life attempting all of the things she had in but a day. As for those around on the ground... hopefully they'd have taken the hint and ran like all hell before the second onslaught fell down from above. If not, their lives meant little to Ashelotte's in her newfound desparity - only Circe's.
"All Magnolia gunships, drop everything you have into that turbolift - I want that shaft turned into an open crater NOW!" Ashelotte commanded.
Of course it was only naturally that the foxtress knew the weapons were far from enough to cause damage to the internal facility - thus not risking collateral damage to Circe. Perhaps it was even fortunate, as any more of it and she might have easily decimated it in a fit of rage and haste. One of the shieldless gunships went down from a proximity torpedo hit. Another beside it was damaged, and its right-side weapory were mostly incapacitated. The gunships had then decided to launch several burst missiles at the oncoming fighters from afar, the rain of submunissive shrapnel bound to overwhelm their shields while they swooped in for the kill head-on with their cannons. The enemy squadron was sure to take some losses, a positive change in pace for the small but powerful Horde forces. Just as soon as the damage was tallied for the second encounter with this enemy aerial force, the gunships heard the order and moved into position to fire. Though still remaining mobile, they could do something the fighters generally could not; that was stand still and still retain most (if not all) of their mobility. Ashe's clever use of programming and commands relayed to her 'backseat' astromech droid, which waited patiently and scanned for a good fix down the hole for the missiles to be guided by. It beeped to life in an attempt to affirm the go order though in its own native binary, and as dozens of warheads were again fired, they rushed up into the air to swoop past her fighter in altitude and then began descending near-vertically down into the opening she managed to carve out.
Ashelotte mumbled inward laughs under her breath as she wached warhead after warhead follow the optical queues of her droid, circling high above it, hearing the thunderous cackles of the hundreds of submunissions going off in and around the shaft. If there was anything alive down there, they'd be lucky to be able to put all the pieces together and identify what belonged to who, yet the equipment and barricades would all be relatively undamaged.
Mandolorians were a lot more arrogant than they looked, and now they'd pay the price for ill-preparation and underestimation. Ashe wanted desperately to crawl into that infernal tear-ridden hole in the ground and peel out Circe and half-dead Mandos herself, but there was a summoning from the sky - one she could not deny.
"Come for me...."

@People (I couldn't tag you because SOME people wanna be rushy)​

 

[Kable Detta]

Kable nodded at Strider. He understood his orders completely.

He took kneeling position behind the crate across from Garrus's left side. He trained his rifle on the turbolift, finger on the trigger.
Kable heard the grande clink down the shaft. Training took over and Kable ducked down behind his crate. There was no big bang. Garrus confirmed Kable's deduction. It was poison. Kable moved back to his position and chuckled at Garrus's comments.
Kable responded in kind
"Thats cute, think they'll throw puppies next?"
@Strider Garon@Kable Detta @Nolan Detta @[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"] @[member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Break]

Break smiled as he arrived in his own ship. The beautiful destruction of a once densely jungled planet brought a sort of joy to the droid. He activated his comm to contact @[member="Ashe the Reaper"].
"How much have I missed?" The droid asked, concentration focused on what looked like a mass gathering of some sort of creature. "And who brought the zombies?"

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna had kept abreast of the situation from the start, though the initial blast had nearly tossed him from the chair. He heard the Mand'alor's retinue comming in and keyed in to reply.

"Control copies. Access granted," he stated as one of the techs worked a terminal nearby, opening the appropriate door. Betna saw on the various cameras throughout the complex that all were beginning to head to, if not already at, defensive positions. With that in mind, he knew the next thing was to maximize the advantage they had. Betna keyed the loudspeakers throughout the facility.

"All personnel, Attention. All personnel, Attention. Facility is to go immediately to Code Black. I repeat, facility is to go immediately to Code Black. This is not a drill. Report to your duty station. Anyone without proper IFF identification is to be shot on sight. Kill shots only. Lockdown will be initiated in T-minus three minutes. Warden out."

With that, Betna turned the comms off and looked to another tech. All had their helmets on and sealed, as did Betna. At a gesture, the tech flipped a few keys and, throughout the facility, all lights and sources of light of any kind were powered down and shut off. The facility was completely dark, including the control room, though each tech was linked to his or her terminal allowing each to use their armor's HUD system to continue with their duties.

Betna stood up in the pitch black and used his darkvision setting on his HUD to find the locker he'd set up nearby. He opened the door and pulled out a heavy canister-like object before shrugging it onto his back. It was a little heavier than his usual jetpack or rucksack, but the Ysalamir withing the beskar tube would keep his shebs from having to worry about the Force today. He then reached in and pulled his shotgun out. Betna checked the loadout and was pleased with himself. A few dozen rounds of solid slugs, buckshot, coin shot, and incendiary rounds filled his webgear as did a few thermal detonators and a few EMP grenades.

Satisfied, he took up a position at the door with a few other Mandalorians, each of Clan Betna. Each had a slugthrower, though one had a sonic rifle in his hands. Anything, Force sensitive or not, coming through the door would find it hard to survive anything they had to throw at it.

@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

@[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Kasamann"] @[member="Darth Onyx"] @[member="Ashe the Reaper"] @[member="Aedan Miles"] @B'Arin Graad @[member="Aleidis Ijet"] @[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"] @[member="Ember Rekali"]

The blue cloud of hyper space snapped into the bright white of the galaxy before quickly streaking into place. The pin points of light that he loved so dearly were his closest companions. His hands were light on the stick as he hit the thrusters and flew with his gut. He was supposed to be making a delivery as a favor for the only man he really trusted with his life, @[member="Jorus Merrill"]. The iktotchi was not as good as ol'Jorus but not being as good as the best damn bush pilot in the galaxy was something he could sleep with.

He aimed the big Jo'henry at the world below and noted a whole helluva lot more activity than there had any business being and that kinda pur a bit of a damper on him doing his favor, and as bad as Vaudin was he didn't welch on a deal.

He fired the engines and streaked toward the battle that should probably have been stopped in orbit and did what Jo'henrys were made for started cuttin'. He didn't know who or what but his customer was a Mando and that meant the other guys would have to go.

Vaudin aimed at the Zombie lookinv things and activated the half kilometer ship grade plasma jets that was usually used on asteroids for mining and swept the enemy troops. He didn't know how many old boy brought but it weren't gonna be enough. Vaudin brought the big ship up and gained some distance. One more sweep and he might even land.

(Jo'henry: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/20366-johenry-class-rare-minerals-mining-vessel/ )

 

[Ashin Varanin]

With the cloak down, Ember continued to watch from orbit. He witnessed the arrival of @B'Arin Graad, and the battered Kad'ika ramming the transports that couldn't have been concealed with a zombie army walking out of them. A zombie army that should have stopped moving the instant its Sith Magic ran into ysalamir bubbles. That had probably been the multiple nuclear detonations.

He felt @[member="Aleidis Ijet"] enter the system, and took her for a Fallanassi. Immediately, he commed @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] and @[member="Strider Garon"]. "Gents, there's something strange headed your way, not sure what side it's on. Fallanassi White Current user, same thing Circe's a bastardized version of. This is the genuine article. They're usually pacifists, against intervention. My guess is one's come to try and claim her for their own justice -- either that, or make sure she doesn't get away. She knows I'm here. She's entered the ysalamiri bubble around the planet, meaning she has no illusion or mentalism powers, but she's on her way anyway. Stay alert."

And then his sensors lit up as @Vauden Miir deployed plasma torches in-atmosphere. Firestorm time. Though a Jo'henry's plasma-jets weren't lightsabres, they were industrial-strength half-kilometre elite mining gear. Pretty perfect for when some combination of @[member="Kasamann"], @[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"], @[member="Ashe the Reaper"] and the rest had already nuked, irradiated, and otherwise annihilated every surface-level structure.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"Sir? Primary shielding is down on the base. Activating secondary shielding. Tertiary shielding powered up, but not activated, and is one standby."

"Understood," Betna told the tech from his spot near the door. "Send the announcement for T-minus two minutes, thirty seconds."

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan stood next to his clan brother @[member="Kable Detta"] and @[member="Garrus Garon"] at the base of the elevator. He and the others had been ordered to stand guard in case anything came down. The gas grenade distracted him enough to make him thin they were being attacked. He combat rolled behind a corner and leveled his Kath Hound at the elevator. It was then that Nolan realized he hadn't turned his darkvision on his HUD. Blinking he switched it on and checked to see if his weapon was loaded properly.

 

[Garrus Garon]

...the Detta Brothers might have been near the turbolift when that gas grenade came down but as had already been explained Garrus was down the corridor and using a containment crate for cover. When he looked up from behind the cover he'd have seen Nolan Detta rolling behind a corner and the Warrior couldn't help but laugh a bit, unlike his brother Nolan seemed a bit jumpy, before remarking..."Easy now. Don't shoot your load before the real fighting starts."...he felt there was no time like the present than to offer the Detta Brother a bit of a ribbing. Eyes snapped back to the turbolift then before Garrus went quiet, something was happening above them and it was no good for anyone...

...of course having a comms link in his helm meant that Garrus was able to patch into the local Mandolorian broadcasts, he listened in leisurely, the base had sensors and dedicated personal that were monitoring the situation topside and in orbit which meant that he'd be informed of important developments as they occurred. Something got his attention. "Might want to back away from that hole gentlemen."...was all the warning Garrus would offer as he came back up to his feet and backpedaled away from the turbolift, moving further down the corridor, until he found a crossroads and was able to duck behind it. The Warheads that slammed into the Madolorian Base, the rubble that remained anyways, above ground and targeted the turbolift shaft would have, likely, detonated long before the reached the bottom of the shaft which ended almost certainly hundreds of feet beneath ground. It would be this same subterranean distance that afforded the base its protection but any concussion blast that remained would almost certainly explode out of the turbolift shaft which is why Garrus planned to be as far away from it as possible...

...he'd hear the explosion from around the corner of the corridor he'd retreated even further down before his voice was heard crackling at his two cohorts..."Well look at the brightside. They're probably all dead up top now."...the surface had likely sent shockwaves down into the base as well when the explosions occurred but Garrus only shook his head. He was glad he had allies that understood how tactics worked and that would keep him alive longer.​

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@[member="Nolan Detta "]@[member="Kable Detta"]@[member="Ashe the Reaper"]@Vanessa Nacht Seele

 

[Kable Detta]

At Garrus' suggestion, Kable didn't hesitate. He turned and ran at full sprint down the corridor and took cover behind the wall at the intersecting hallways. He blinked on the darkvision in his helmet as he ran.

No sooner had he taken cover, when he felt the tremor from the explosions on the surface. Apparently, the enemy didn't care about friendly fire. Ironically, the explosions were having no effect on the complex below.
@Nolan Detta @Kable Detta@Ashe the Reaper@Vanessa Nacht Seele @[member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan nodded at Garrus' recommendation and moved back with Kable. He felt the rumbling from above and saw dust fall from the ceiling. He backed down the hallway facing the lift in case something wanted to jump down into their own poison gas grenade.

@[member="Garrus Garon"] @[member="Kable Detta"]

 

[courageisthekey]

MERC SQUAD:​

Unsurprisingly, the poison grenade did little. Grant was once again slapped aside the head. Before anyone could suggest anything worth trying, someone noticed a large ship heading their way. Now these guys weren't all the brightest (or else they wouldn't have accepted this job), but they were smart enough to get the hell out of the area. Somehow they managed to stay semi-organized, dashing towards the nearest cover. Explosions rocked the earth as someone bombed both the turbolift and surrounding ground. Jip got hit by a plasma something from a Mando ship, dying near instantly. Not far away a merc was caught in friendly fire, falling down into the turbolift. Screams were heard. Knowing death was coming he pulled out a couple grenades and activated them. A mere second before he hit the ground they went off. He was now very, very dead, along with having scuff marks all over his armor from both blaster fire and grenade shrapnel.​

@Peeps in the undergound prison.​

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx was shocked to say the least. The battle was already intense, and it hadn't really started yet. He decided not to land. His ship was set to autopilot, it would fly in orbit until he needed it.

But first he needed to land. The ship was pretty fast as it flew just above the solid ground. Onyx opened the back hatch and readied himself. He jumped forward. He raised his hands, letting the force balance him as he hit the ground. He clicked a small button on his wrist watch and the junking ship took off into the orbit.

He was just outside the blast zone, where the forest would meet the now devastated landscape. He looked out to where the prison was, near the center of this crater. He could see others attacking. It was a large scale conflict, ready to unfold. Onyx hesitated, he didn't want to charge end into something. Instead he sat, ready for anything to happen. He wanted to see what would unfold before continuing.

 

[Dredge]

A pair of tented Yuuzhan Vong fingers clasped together and netted into one another gently. Soon afterwards a sigh was heard and hands parted from each other and grabbed what looked to be the rails of a chair. As the figure stood up it made a sneer, a sneer for mandalorian filth that had for so many years hunted and killed his people. The people who the Vong had lost to in the Great War where they had burned the galaxy to cinders and slaughtered trillions. Standing on the command bridge of a frigate Dredge and his cronies had arrived to the scene of what was going on. Apparently a few of his more eager commanders had decided to jump the gun and rescue General Savan without his express consent. That very much angered him and for that they would be punished, the self proclaimed overlord stood commanding two ships chalk full of surprises. They were going to get back their commander and when they did he was going to back hand her into next week, the losses sustained here were very much not worth the life of a plant in his eyes. But it was too late for talks now, too late to bargain with the filth and now they would have to face the consequences of their actions at a later date. The only forces Dredge could muster were two Ro'ik Chuun m'arh frigates from his home of Echidna but it wasn't what the ships packed in fire power, it was what they had in their cargo bays. As the ships entered the planets far side they made their way towards the bombed to hell base and awaited their next command directive. Moving to the cargo bay on a balcony above dredge looked down at what the place contained. Over a hundred Yuuzhan Vong warriors with a few scattered war beasts here and there. And to the right was piles upon piles of singularity mines that would be sure to give the mandos bellow a delightful treat. And but treat Dredge meant suck them into a never ending vortex of pain and suffering until they died. Lifting his arms in the air Dredge lifted the Sceptar of power and looked among his men "MANDO FILTH!! MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS TONIGHT WE DINE ON THEIR BLOOD!! TONIGHT WE TAKE BACK WHAT IS OURS!! TONIGHT REVENGE FOR THE FALLEN!! FOR THE YUUZHAN VONG!! NO SURVIVORS!! FOR THE HORDE!!!" As Dredge let out a beastly cry all those inside the ship sprung out in cheer and battle cries of their own. It was time for battle.

Turning around Dredge smiled and pointed at the smoldering remains of the base. "Reclaimer, your crews suffering is at an end. It is time to make the great journey into the after life. Travel well and I will see you on the other side." Dredge said into what looked to be a comm unit. On the other side the Yuuzhan Vong frigate responded "Yes my lord. For The Horde." Circe had better of been worth sacrificing a frigate running at its minimal crew capacities of one hundred Yuuzhan Vong souls. She needed to know just how many good men died to get her out of this filth she brought upon herself. As the frigat known as the reclaimer positioned itself the engines sprung to life and slammed at high speeds into the base ruining the second shield generator as well as what remained of the base. It was gone, but what was inside the cargo bay remained. Yorik Coral and a lot of it splattered for hundreds of meters painting the grounds of the planet with a material that If left unchecked would turn the planet into a Yuuzhan Vongified paradise such as what had happened to Coruscant in the great war. As the material slowly began to envelop and terraform the planet the second phase of Dredge's plan came into action. "Take us over and begin and activate thermal imaging." As the frigate flew over the remains of smoldering pile of coral that began to coat the base the imaging came up on the pilots screen and showed a warm spot lower towards the inner part of the planet. They were housing the plant there and dredge was going to take her from there rip her own arm off then slap her with it.

"let lose the mines." He said to his commrades. As the ship was in position and still clears from fire for now the first mine droped and hit the surface of the ground. Activating it burst into a small black hole and began to suck the ground around it up into nothing leaving a deep hole before vanishing. Shortly after another one dropped, then another, then another, then another until the black holes chewed their way down into the facility bellow that housed Circe. It was time to go, they had reached optimal depth and now they had a house plant to save. "With me." As dredge jumped down his personal escort of Vong hunters stepped with him. They needed a way down to the right depth and entry way they had created. Quickly Dredge had a small swarm of Grutchin summoned and quickly the Vong warriors mounted a good fifty of them before a Yammosk directed the flying creatures to come down the hole and in through the ceiling that was the underground layer in which Savan was somewhere in. As the swarm penetrated downwards they landed on the metallic roof of the place and began to spit and chew their way through the hulls of the wall until they were inside. Once in dredge and his men stood there. Arou d his body he had two amphistaffs on him hissing and in his arms two fighting claws that looked like giant sicles poised to kill. And with that he uttered only a few words. "Come and get some if you think you're hard enough." Dredge was here to get his plant back and nothing was going to stop him. @Everyone

 

[Strider Garon]

This was sure dire times for the mandalorians, the base had been penetrated by the vong borrowing through the roof and now they were in for the fight of their life. Strider sighed as he stepped from the containment field cell hearing the Overlords challenge. "Kill them!" were his orders to all the mandalorian commandos and entourage that had escorted Mand'alor with him "Kill them All!!!".

Strider lifted his left hand and fired off his wrist flechette launcher at the Dredge lord, a tiny canister would detonate two meters before him showering the vong with tinny flechttes that were built to lay waste to infantry.

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]

 

[Kable Detta]

Explosions rang out overhead as the ceiling above him started to shake, they were getting closer.
Finally the explosions stopped, but the noise did not. The booming sounds were replaced by ripping and grinding sounds. Something was trying to tear through the ceiling. Alot of somethings....
Kable trained his rifle at the ceiling. If anything got through, he was going to open fire indiscriminately....@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]@Nolan Detta@[member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The instant the Vong fleet appeared, well, Ember fething Rekali had had enough. See, he'd taken part in two expeditions through the Unknown Regions and outside the galaxy's hyperspace barrier. Raised his family on one. Fought all manner of monsters, and not a few Vong.

Also, like any Mando who paid any attention at all to the worlds in their care, he knew why Ithor had been destroyed in the first place.

If Vong were involved, well...Ember sent a very quick comm message to Ithor. It wasn't far away, and Mando ships went pretty fast. By the time the Vong fleet had broken through to atmo, dropped the frigate, dropped the singularity mines, landed, and entered the base, at a guess, what he'd asked for was already well on its way.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Strider Garon"]


The heed from the Field Marshal was well heeded, by the Wrecking Ball himself. He stared at the Vong behind his helmet, not in a manner of hate, but rather annoyance. He brought up the Mark 8 scattergun, and pointed it at the face of a Vong. The Vong's face, did not exist after Preliat pulled the trigger. Other Commandos and Red Legionnaires came around the Vong.

Preliat fired another shell, aiming for the armpit of another Vong, and watched with sick delight as the Crabshell armor's gills were torn off, and his armor hung by a thread. Preliat followed through with another slug, right into the exposed chest of the Vong. That Vong, didn't really like that. Well, he was also dead. Preliat turned to the Supreme Overlord, and narrowed his eyes. He began to curl his left hand into a fist, his right holding the shotgun.

"Usually, you try some sort of plan when you come facing the Mandalorians. Apparently, your idea of a plan is throwing yourselves at the mercy of us. What a leader you are."


@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]

 

[Garrus Garon]

...when the mercenary came down the turbolift shaft, his grenades activating along the way, it wasn't really an issue that Garrus had to contend with. At the end of the lnog corridor leading away from the turbolift and hiding behind the cover of the intersecting halls Garrus would hear the explosion, maybe even be rocked by the tremors of its force, but he would remain unscathed. Looking around the corner he'd peer at the entrance to the turbolift shaft and wonder what would come down it next. At the moment nothing the attacks had done was actually getting through, they just kept throwing things down the turbolift shaft and it kept exploding when it hit the bottom, but all that was about to change. Garrus would sense the something was off but he couldn't quite put his finger on it which meant that he would need to wait and see what happened next...

...this cued the destruction wrought by the Yuuzhan Vong above ground. Initially it was the Yorik Coral, which Garrus didn't actually know about, and then it was the mines which, dropped from the Vong ships, began to devour the earth that the Mandolorian Base was buried under. It was all quite the process. Tilting his head backwards to look up at the ceiling Garrus knew something was coming which caused him to glance at the Detta Brothers and say..."Be ready. This is the moment you've both been born for."...then he'd heft his Blaster Rifle and aim it at the ceiling. As the creatures on the outside started to penetrate the metallic roof of the base Garrus would start to fire his Blaster Rifle up into them; he waited and placed his shots where he knew they'd be the most effective, waiting until the enemies on the outside had penetrated the structure and created a hole before blasting up through the opening and into whatever enemy was on the other side. There were bound to be some hits...

...as Dredge came through the roof and into the structure Garrus would hear Strider's voice and shout..."Cover!"...before ducking back around, into another corridor, and out of sight as the flechette was launched at the Yuuzhan Vong and exploded in a hail of anti infantry shrapnel. Once this was done Garrus would reappear and signal to the Detta's..."Lay waste to those troops!"...before his eyes turned towards the Overlord, Dredge, himself and Garrus tossed his Blaster Rifle down the hall of an adjacent corridor. He could go for it later if he needed it. Looking at Dredge from beneath his helm Garrus would have regarded his weaponry, two amphistaff and fighting claws on either hand, but the Warrior didn't seem particularly daunted by what he saw..."A lot of weapons for someone who claims to be a Warrior. I only need one. How about you?"...then Garrus would reach down, his right hand closing around the hilt of the Beskad sheathed over his right hip and with a swift pull he'd loose the weapon from where it had been held. The Beskad was raised, its thick metallic beskar blade glistening, and pointed directly towards Dredge; the way Garrus handled such a large blade only hinting at his own level of physical prowess.​

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Apparently he wasn't alone either; he saw that another Mandolorian, Preliat Mantis, had come up to face the Overlord as well.​

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@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]@[member="Strider Garon"]@[member="Kable Detta"]@[member="Nolan Detta "]@[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"]@[member="Preliat Mantis"]​

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

The Vong.

Once the Mandalorians had feigned obedience to their merciless empire, if only to aide in their defeat. It had taken centuries for Mandalore and her neighbor planets to recover, even longer for the people to put them into the back of their memory. Of course when the CIS began using Vong-based technology to create a Mandalorian clone army many brows were raised in question. Even more so when the Mand'alor had decreed that the clones were to be given a chance, if they so wished, to become true Mando'ade. Now the Vong had crawled from whatever hole they had been sent and had come to their prison world in order to free...

Circe?

Looking to the heavy security door that led to the Sith Lord's containment field, he was confused as to why the Vong had come here of all places to free the plant woman. It mattered not. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud buzz. The swarm of black flew through the hole they had eaten away. His heart sank as the black insect-like things went about their business. He hatted bugs.

Activating the shoulder mounted cannon on his armor, Gil's HUD lit up with multiple locked targets. Fire away he did at both Vong and bug. Pulling from his waist a scatter gun he waited for the swarm.
@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]