Wetwork (Dominion Tier 2 Dom of Mirial and Krayiss 2)

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13/20

"<You have point.>" The Wookie rumbled, his bowcaster at the ready. The amount of resistance they had been faced with had come to a head. Soldiers were being used as human shields more than anything else at this point. The opposition they found here consisted almost solely of Mirilian loyalists, though Owazza could not understand why they would want to support a foreign tyrant. The Talorins had brought nothing but trouble to the capital city and the realms beyond. They offered nothing, save for the promise of advancement for those that were willing to sell out their people. Perhaps that what it was. Owazza would have to ask one of them after the fighting had all come to an end. Surely at least a few of them would survive this ordeal.

<"Something is wrong.>" They rounded another corner, only to be faced with a line of Mirilian loyalists and a rather large Mandalorian with an electrified pike. He stamped the pike into the steel floor, just as the vessel behind him lifted up from the bottom of the hanger.

<"You will not escape us!>" Owazza boomed, firing his bowcaster ineffectually at the aft of the ship. A well placed shot might have stopped it, but fire from the loyalists forced him to take cover. The Mando with the pike just stood there, chuckling as his followers died around him.

[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{07}

Zaz nodded at [member="Owazza"] when he granted him point. The Mandalorian continued through the hall, his blasters brandished towards the next entrance. As they rounded a corner going into the next area Zaz cursed when he saw a shuttle preparing to take off. "Take that damn thing down!" He yelled out before firing his blasters at the soldiers who stood against him.

Forced to take cover Zaz watched as the enemy soldiers were dispatched, leaving only the Mandalorian to fend for himself. The Dominion's troops began to encircle the man but Zaz held up a hand. "Wait! Get back!" He ordered, watching as they began to back away from the man.

Zax glanced over to Owazza, gesturing to the man as he spoke. "Let me take care of him. You get some ships after that shuttle." He stated before holstering his blasters and approaching the man.

 

[Shorarri]

Post 10

Shorarri discarded the spent rocket launcher and once more took to the foe with his machete. He charged forth as the breach was made, only slightly behind his comrades. Owazza and the Mandalorian had taken to leading the assault leaving Shorarri to protect their rear. As the main assault made their way deeper into the bowels of the palace the enemy regrouped for a counter attack. The assault was furious and quick. Shorarri and his comrades stood their ground as a group of loyalist led by two Mandos made their push. Shorarri took cover behind a grand pillar and as his squad of Wookiee kin retreated Shorarri patiently waited. When the first of the enemy rounded the corner Shorarri fell upon them with his blade. With the trap now sprung, the retreating Wookies stopped running and turned round to attack once more. It was short and decisive with the Wookiees easily destroying the enemy counter attack. Shorarri dragged the Mandalorian corpses to the second level of the palace and tied rope to their feet. He threw them out windows so that the world might see how far the Mandalorians would get them. Shorarri and his squad let out a defiant roar that boasted of the death of the old regime.

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [05/20]

A clumsy oaf. That's all he was.

The young man let out a shrill shout as the trio of beskar-clad warriors turned on him after his initial blaster bolt had missed its mark. Jarvis was on them like white on rice, however, firing away as his master dove behind cover. Crimson bolts flew through the air, ionizing it with all of their power and electricity. This world smelt of burning flesh and death - utterly despicable. It was as if Arken could literally feel the suffering, feel the chaos building up around them as soldiers barked orders and men fought each other to the death.

So much death. It was necessary apparently - Master Sedaire had claimed war was an awful thing in itself, but the means justified the end.

More bolts crashed against his makeshift cover comprised of a speeder's flaming wreckage and rubble from the building they were next to. Arken glanced upwards at the building, noting the strange antennae at the very top. He squinted, eyeing the thing closely as Jarvis dutifully protected his master with mechanical efficiency.

If he could get up there...

 

[WolfMortum]

Post Count: 1
Characters Played: Veiere Arenais, [member="Loken Decius"], Vikras Ansion (NPC)

Spoiler

Fleet:
Commenory Vessels approved by [member="Lady Kay"]
The Chimaera
Victory Class Assault-Cruiser
Kantos Class War-frigates x2

Vikras Ansion stood at the head of the bridge, arms folded behind his waist, one hand taking the wrist of the other while he watched as all the stars disintegrated before him into a blur luminous lines. The Chimaera surged through hyperspace, the FTL drives working overtime as the crew gave the Stardestroyer all that she had to give, the nature of this flight a simulated training experience on the edge of a live-combat situation. Veiere had asked for this, for the Chimaera to lead the way followed by vessels that had come straight out of Commenor's naval yards. Following behind the Chimaera, one Victory Class Assault-Cruiser as well as two Kantos Class War-frigates soured the hyperlane seeking as quick an entry to the system host to Mirial and Krayiss II.

Needless to say there were notable reservations regarding the training experience from the one known as Captain Decius of the 501st Legion, he of whom had resigned himself to the lower decks of the Chimaera having voiced a need to be with the men on the ground rather than playing 'naval games' as he had so gently put it to the Archlord who stood beside the Admiral. As of late the two seemed to be butting heads more and more frequently, thus Vikras had decided that within the confines of their little simulated experience, a boarding party would go through drils of invading the neighboring cruiser and Loken would be among them, perhaps even for the return home of which the small fleet might accomodate any medical needs or retrieval for those doing the real work down on the ground of Mirial.

 

[WolfMortum]

Post Count: 2
Characters Played: [member="Veiere Arenais"], Loken Decius, Vikras Ansion (NPC)

This was one of the many reasons why he was thankful for being a soldier and not a politician, damnable bureaucrats the lot of them. Decius walked with a staunch pace about him, the time spent in the lift descending into the lower levels of the Chimaera hadn't done him any justice to diffuse the frustration he felt in having to sit up in this durasteel can while good people were risking their lives down on the ground yet the Jedi had spoken his piece and as Loken refused to be any part insubordinate, he obeyed the heed of his Commander and in order to restrain himself from arguing a moot point, he retreated to the company of the rest of his men. Here they were all double checking their gear within one of the main hangers, 'Arctic' the most notable among them as he were looking far more pissed off than usual at the scrubs working the engineering deck.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you airheads...Keep the goddamn loading bay clear! The next time one of our boys complains to me, I'm going to tell them to drop a foot on all y'all!" the trooper called back at them, the engineers responding in kind with a raised finger. In the background lining the hanger walls stood several of their finest 'All Terrain Scout Transports' or otherwise more commonly known as the AT-ST. Turning to find Decius coming his way, the trooper extended both arms out to his sides as if to reluctantly concede defeat. "These damn Crabs, Cap'...-I've been telling them for years now...", Decius knew all too well because he'd been forced to listen to it far longer than he should've allowed. "Leave them be, if they wanna get themselves killed by passing armor that's their problem..." Decius responded rather coldly, non-sympathetic to the engineers arrogance given the previous conversation he'd just had. It didn't go unnoticed...

"News from up top then?"

A blasted genius this one, Arctic always had this way of pissing Decius off yet amusing him at the same time.

"We're training the greens from Commenor..."

Greens was the derogatory term for Rookie among them, to be green was to be fresh and inexperienced, about as useful as a bantha with a blowtorch.

"What the hell for, we're going to be sitting above a drop zone for kriffs sake...-We should be down there with the others?!"

Decius couldn't fault the argument though Veiere had his reasons and unlike most commanders, didn't feel the need to deprive Decius of them. In a sense, it had added up yet it still didn't sit well with him being cosied up in the Chimaera while other men were potentially dying down there.

"Supposedly the show of the fleet, even one as few as we are should be enough to give a show of unity within the Dominion to this system. Not only that but we're also on standby in the case that reinforcements are needed. Following the mission, we're picking up the slack on any ex-filtration required of us and that's a big 'IF'. The guys down there aren't rookies, they know what their job is..." This seemed enough to give Arctic cause for further thought, Decius lifting his head in a half nod before looking to the rest of the platoon within the massive area, the transparent shields keeping them all from being vacuumed out into space...-A simple thought but Decius often found himself in complicated positions that some such thoughts often sounded far easier to dream up. Naturally of course, any man to take the easy way out wasn't truly a man at all.

"Stop pissing off the Crabs and go and tell the men to suit up. If we're training these people, we may as well scare the hell out of them too...-Shut you up at the least".

 

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"<Already done,>" Owazza snarled as he eyed the remaining Mandalorian. He sure looked a hellluva a lot bigger than his comrades. Something flickered around his armor, and recognition flitted over Owazza's features. The man had a personal shield generator. A few blasters rounds would probably kill it, but not before he had put down more than a few of the Dominion's soldiers. Grunting, Owazza relented, stepping away to give Zaz room for combat. If he wanted this fight, then he would have it.

"<I hate piloting.>" Owazza grumbled as he jogged around the conflict. The soldiers changed their attention from the Mandalorian and began mopping up the Mirilian loyalists. The warlord ignored this small conflict - he had another goal.

Cursing, the wookie pulled himself into the cockpit of a snub fighter belonging to the local PDF. It lacked a hyperdrive, or really anything beyond the twin laser cannons and its engines. The ship would do the job nonetheless. Owazza let out a a quiet sigh of relief as the engines came to life. Not one for hesitation, Owazza nudged the fighter forth until it had cleared the hanger. Once in the air, the vessel turned toward the vector of the chieftain's vessel and gave chase...

 

[WolfMortum]

Post Count: 3
Characters Played: Loken Decius, Vikras Ansion (NPC)

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Fleet:
Commenory Vessels approved by Lady Kay.
The Chimaera
Victory Class Assault-Cruiser
Kantos Class War-frigates x2

While some of the men of the 501st were departing from the Chimaera and en-route to the Assault-Cruiser as well as the two frigates that sat adjacent to either side of the Chimaera, Veiere Arenais moved across the bridge returning his attention to the Admiral of the great vessel, Vikras Ansion. Together they moved through the large durasteel bulkheads, the massive doors sliding open with a mechanical hiss, the pair entering into what was effectively known as the 'War Room' or otherwise called the Command Deck. With the doors closing behind them, finally they'd have the privacy to speak. It was of course Vikras of whom fired off the first words in the form of a question.

"A training exercise over top of a live military endeavor...-I must say Veiere, this isn't exactly common protocol even for something as new as the Dominion's directive" the Admiral poised an intrigued glare upon Veiere, the Jedi of whom deflected the question with an evasive choice of words, his eyes falling to the tactical holo-chart lit across the surface of the great hexagonal table, the blue transparent lights giving the war room a gentle glow despite the often hectic conversations that were shared here between the two, often over the leadership of the near ten thousand personnel under their station.

"It is early days for the Dominion yet..." He answered, and although the statement wasn't lacking in truth, it didn't seem to do Vikras' uncertainty any favors. Noting this, Veiere glanced back up from the strategic map of Mirial and added in more sincerity, "As is it early days for me as acting Lord over such a power in the Galaxy. I'll be honest, this venture is as much about learning where the Dominion fits in the galaxy, as it is educating those loyal to our cause how best to defend it...". He may not have shown it to anyone aside from Kay Larr, but this remained completely new territory for Veiere. It was easy to feign confidence on the outside yet to summon the knowledge to lead with true moral guidance, it took a level of experience he hadn't earned yet. Let alone the confidence of his own people, who knew as little about them as he did over naval tactics and space flight protocols. "The life of a Jedi, I know...-Holding a command over millions of people in the Galaxy, those looking to me to lead these men in the pursuit of their protection and better interests? That's going to take some time to get used to...".

"My uncertainties aside, has there been any word from the team on the ground yet. Our presence here will not go unnoticed and we will give our support the moment they need it. Have the Comm's officer inform them that the Chimaera remains on standby...".

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn paced the bridge of his ship. A MC40a called the Scorekeeper. It had taken up position in the upper atmosphere of the planet. It was acting as a blockade against the Mandalorian planet below. He had to shoot down every craft that did not transmit the proper codes. But, a few had managed to slip through the blockade. A ship had begun to approach the blockade and the Scorekeeper scanned it's transponder code. The ship did not transmit any code and Causstik turned to his weapons chief and gave the Trando a nod. "Blow them to smithereens," he growled. The Scorekeeper's guns turned to the approaching ship and blasted it out of the sky.

 

[Jack Anderson]

Post 1/20

In orbit over Krayiss II, on board the 'DDC Hot Drop'

"MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! WE ARE DROPPING IN 15!" Jack broadcasted over the ship's intercomm.

Most of the 701st had already assembled but there was a few stragglers, along with a few extras from The Dominion, [member="Alyson Halle"], some sort of noble from a feral world, [member="Grace Darkson"] a dark side user, and [member="Abraxas"], another more powerful dark sider. This is what Jack, and most of the 701st, lived for, dropping on an unfamiliar world, for force knows how long to take on a superior foe, and the Dominion was paying them well. Taloirn was running to bolt hold and preliminary scans showed that he had a force dug into some ruin deep in the jungle, a difficult drop terrain, but not the worst they've had to work with.

During his time Jack had learnt the hard way that it was always helpful to have someone to look for orders from on the ground, it helps prevent confusion and keep the whole unit in cohesion while they re-organized. Of cource that meant he and the specialists were dropping first, about 5 minutes before everyone else did.

Jack reached back over to the intercomm and spoke ​"DOMINION SPECIALISTS REPORT TO THE HANGER BAY! I REPEAT! DOMINION SPECIALISTS REPORT TO THE HANGER BAY FOR FINAL BRIEFING AND ADVANCED DROP!"

 

[Darth Eversor]

Post 1/20

Abraxas readied himself, hearing the call to report to the hanger bay. A large, azure cloak hung at the former Sith's backside as he strode towards his destination. It would appear that war had no intentions of leaving the defector alone, dragging him back into the fold to fight on another day. But this was already a normal occurrence. Bloodshed came as easy as credits to a drug dealer on the streets of Coruscant, easier than breathing, even.

War was home, and Abraxas stood ready and waiting. Fists clenched.

[member="Jack Anderson"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik peered out the bridge view port and watched as the ship exploded into an inferno. Suddenly the scanners aboard the Scorekeeper and hundreds of dots appeared on the scanner. Several cargo ships began to race towards the upper atmosphere. To many to count. They flew past the Scorekeeper and Causstik roared in frustration. "FIRE ON ALL OF THEM!" The Scorekeeper opened fire on as many ships as it could, but it was unable to get the majority of them. The ships jumped to hyperspace and Causstik walked to the scanning station. He viewed the cargo vessels Ion trail and said their destination aloud. "Krayiss II... Alert the ground forces, we are going after those ships!" The Scorekeeper jumped to hyperspace and followed the Vessels to Krayiss II. The Cargo ships had already landed and it was apparent the Mandalorians were regrouping on the planet bellow.

 

[Alyson Halle]

1/20

Aboard the DDC Hot Drop

Alyson had been preparing herself physically and mentally for what was to come. Not only did she have to drop herself on some strange vehicle from orbit, that would take alot of mental preparation. She had brought with her two of her finest Imperial Guardsman, which would follow her down onto the battlefield and hopefully stay with her throughout the entire battle. She had on her her Vibrosword, modeled after longsword of old, she kept it on her back at almost all times just in case something went horribly wrong.

She was confused when she saw the soldiers running around with longrifles and guns, it was so dishonorable to her she wanted to puke, but she had learned that this was how war was fought these days, with long range weapons where you couldnt see your enemy face to face, modern tactics were radically different from the ones she had learnt, but that didnt disqualify her as a good fighter and that is all that was needed to succeed on the battlefield.

The call came for Dominion Specialists, that was her and her guards, she quickly made her way to hthe hangar bay, before finding the leader of this group of soldiers. She stood there, straight and attentive, her guards did the same, she might be above him politically, but on this ship he was her superior, she understood that.

[member="Jack Anderson"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 6

On the DDC 'Hot Drop'

They had failed, and Grace couldn't help but feel like it was her fault. They had stalled for whatever [member="Rainer Altman"] had tried to do, and the man they had been hunting had gotten away. Now, she cursed her laziness as she made her way to the hanger. She could have done more, focused on the main enemy, instead of wasting time waiting for the idiotic lord to do what ever that was. And she had sat on her butt waiting for him. Good heavens. She had a job to do. She may as well do it.

As she entered the hanger bay, a small smile crossed her tired face. Mercenaries. There were few loyalties stronger than coin, and these sorts of men proved it well. Experts at their craft, she was sure they would be more than useful in the coming assault.

Assuming any of them survived the drop.

"Grace Darkson, reporting as ordered." Her words came with a hint of sarcasm. After all, she still wasn't used to the whole military thing. She gave a quick nod to Alyson, glad to see the woman again. The Empress was a fearsome fighter. She'd be glad to have the woman at her back.

[member="Jack Anderson"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik and his Dread Tooth war band raced to their pods. Krayiss II was the last defense of the Mandalorians and today. Today it would fall. Causstik Rahn sat in his pod with a platoon of his kind and prepared for the Scorekeeper to enter orbit where they would be launched to the surface below. As the ship began its decent the pods shook. They were jettisoned and they grew red as they flew through the atmosphere. Suddenly the alarms aboard the pod began to blare as missiles were launched from below. The pods fired chaff to scramble the missiles smart seekers, but the missiles continued forward. They had no heat seeking computer. It was simply hundreds of dumb missiles fired at the pods. Thousands of Trandoshans died as their pods erupted into firey infernos of death. Through sheer miracle of the force Causstik Rahns pod crashed on the surface of the temple

 

[Jack Anderson]

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On the DDC 'Hot Drop'

"All right, listen up, I'm only going to get to say this once, if you've never rode a drop pod before it's a lot like an escape pod crash, but we get to fight at the end." Jack pauses, "IF! You feel the need to puke do it on yourself, it's a slipping hazard, I've seen two men die from that, and no one wants to go that way."

Behind the group a large crane carried a plane grey drop pod over, the old imperial markings still painted on the side.

"Here's our ride, remember, Taloirn is to be taken alive if possible so set your side arms to stun, and these are mandolarians, they are great fighters and can be tricky, so keep an eye open for traps and ambushes." Jack looked to the feral worlder and her escorts, "Hold onto those blades tight, very tight, if one of those comes loose it will kill someone."

The pod clunked down and Jack stepped in, the drop master right behind him to check restraints, and motioned for the rest of them to step in.

[member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Abraxas"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Posts 2/20

Abraxas simply looked on, arms folded at his chest. These military types were all the same in their demeanor; however, Abraxas too was once a mere soldier. He understood the lay of the land and soaked up the precautions and briefing rather quickly. Looking at the others, the former Sith hadn't a care for anyone else, stepping over towards the drop pod. Once he entered it, he took his spot across from [member="Jack Anderson"], face concealed except for the slight, dull glow of ember eyes behind his transparisteel helmet.

Now to wait for the others.

[member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

2/20

Her men were not savages, sure motion sickness might affect a few of them, but that was unlikely, and she would work in the future to train against it. As for the blades, they were well secured on their backs, they were not coiming out any time soon, especially once they tightened the straps holding them in place for the time being. The drop pod was arather strange peice of technology, and the two guards seemed rather perplexed by its purpose and function, Alyson had seen some vague technical documentation before and knew the general idea.

The craft was dropped from orbit and crashed into the ground at barely survivable speeds in order to ensure rapid deployment, the actual way in which the craft did this was lost to her, but she moved in and motioned her guards in as well. She took a seat and then fiddled with the restraining harness for a second. Her guards followed her lead taking seats beside her, and they too fiddled with the restraining harness for a second before it was fully initiated.

She gave a thumbs up to [member="Jack Anderson"] to indicated she was ready.

[member="Abraxas"] | [member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 7

Grace shook her head, following the others into the drop pod. While, this would be fun. She had never liked escape pods, having only been forced to use them once in her life when she had been much younger. Suffice it to say, it hadn't been a pleasant trip. She rubbed her left shoulder, the memory of the crash making the joint hurt all over again. Strapping herself in directly across from [member="Alyson Halle"], she let a small sigh escape her. It was going to get hairy.

Flashing a thumbs up to [member="Jack Anderson"], she smiled at the Empress. "How have you been, your majesty? I hope the Dominion has treated you well?"

[member="Abraxas"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Caustik's pod crashed with a thunderous roar. Causstik got out of his seat and checked his platoons vitals. Everyone aboard had survived and all over Trandoshans were unstrapping themselves from their safety harnesses. The pod popped open and Causstik went charging forth, his platoon right behind him. Turret fire rained down upon them and the Trandoshans took cover in the halls of the temple. They returned fire, but they were pinned down by heavy fire. Causstik stepped out of his cover and charged the turret emplacement. Blaster fire pinged off his armor harmlessly and the Trandoshan roared angrily. He got down on all fours and began to propel himself forward at speed. Then he used his jet pack to launch himself even faster and barreled into the turret. He fired his scatter gun at the gunner and destroyed the emplacement.