What's Mine is Mine and What's Yours is Also Mine [Christophsis Raid]

[Causstik Rahn]

"We must hurry to the shuttles... It may already be to late," Causstik ran outside just as a shuttle landed. Then explosions landed near Causstik and he was buried beneath a mountain of rubble. The way was clear for [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], his task had been completed and now all she had to do was board the shuttle and pray she could escape.

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: Coming out of Hyperspace
Objective: Deal with the raiders.
Ships:

Spoiler

x4 Acclamator-class Assault Ships
25 ARC-170 Starfighters
10 BTL-B Y-Wing Starfighters

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=df9l4qBAFvA

Baron Morcus stood silently within the massive passenger bay aboard one of the Acclamators which came out of lightspeed just behind the rest of the Imperial fleet. The newly arrived vessels were packed to the brim with legions of Clone Stormtroopers, all freshly trained upon Kamino, which'd been acquired by the Remnant in recent times. They would liberate Christophsis by any means necessary, that much was certain.....and the Baron would see it through personally at the head of the liberation force. The ships began their descent to the planetary surface, escorted by wings of ARC-170 Starfighters and Y-Wing Bombers, repainted with Imperial livery quite recently it seemed, as was most of the Acclamator fleet. The Count patched himself through to Tanomas via holocommunicator mid-transit. ''My friend, our clone army has begun it's landing upon the surface of Christophsis. Our Acclamators will be touching down shortly.....have the fighters and bombers protect the ships while they land and unleash their passengers, and we'll mop up these rebel scum and restore order to the planet easily enough.''

[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Edric Vanyan"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member='Judge Cornelius Cromwell']
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Catherine Soja"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Lyth Meran"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Jessica was forced to use Force-speed to make her way through to the shuttle that [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Miss Blonde"] et al had prepared. It would be a frantic escape, especially since the explosions rocked the side of the prison. [member="Kham Nakgul"] escaped a while earlier, while the Black Tie Syndicate would be covering their retreat. Again, when guards are about to close in on her, she used Force-cloak to shift her refraction index to -1, that is, render her invisible for a while through the prison corridors laden with blood, rubble and other traces of the chaos that took place within. She was a little concerned: while it is clear that the Imperial Remnant is her enemy regardless of whether the escape would succeed or fail, she had no clue what to do next. Will the people of Glyss or Cato Neimoidia welcome her all the same as she used to? She realized that the facility had no ysalamiri and that, the closer she got to Causstik proper, the less her Force-power would be effective.

"In the nick of time" Jessica commented, as she boarded the shuttle that would, hopefully, lead her away to safety.

[member="Baron Morcus"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Edric Vanyan"] [member="Catherine Soja"]

 

[Judge Cornelius Cromwell]

As the shuttle arrived and the prisoner boarded it battle droids and spider droids immediately fired everything they had at the vessel, shot, after shot, after shot they bombarded the vessel in a swarm outside the prison. The Judge pulled out a sword, not of any use in a world of blasters and lightsabers but only for looks and and pointed at the ship

"DON'T LET THE PRISONER GET AWAY!!!!" He screached with a snarl

The droids all swarmed at the ship hoping to board it and stop the criminal from escape while still firing blaster shots at it

"The lord will smite you with furious thunder for what you've done!!! HER-EEEE-TIIIIIC!!!!" He screached to the shuttle as the spider droids continued to fire their rockets at the vessel

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Baron Morcus"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Lyth Meran"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

The Imperial Remnant wanted to play, eh? Alright. Miss Blonde could play. With enough drop ships on the ground she was going to give everyone the chance to escape. She wasn't going to let them take the fall for her, and even if it would cost her millions of credits she had a back up plan. The fleet in orbit had to take out the immobilizers, and in order to do that they'd have to sacrifice themselves. So with a few buttons being pressed on her data logger the droid crews of the ship understood what needed to be done.

Hitting their sub light engines they bolted on a collision course straight for the ships with intent to destroy themselves and their opponents. Sure some would get picked off along the way, but that mattered little to Blonde. They were just ships, they were easily replaced at the end of the day. As for her, she had work to do. Securing the prisoners and getting everyone off world.

"This is your only chance to make it off planet. Take it or hide out until it's over. Remember no one knows your face and no one knows your name." Blonde said on Syndicate comms.

Now with the prison being surrounded by Droids, the woman would pop back into the cells to find [member="Kham Nakgul"] in all his captured glory.

"Hold on to me, I'm getting us out of here." Blonde said as she approached the man.

She was going to use the force and a bit of witch magic she had picked up from her close friend Isley. It could possibly kill her but it'd be worth it to spit in the face of imperials. With some intense focus green mist would shroud the two in a blanket, and then they were gone only to appear next to [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] a close friend of her.

"Nate, ahead of time I'm very sorry about this!" Blonde said as she grabbed the man by his overcoat only for the mist to shroud them once more. As the spell charged Blonde received a vital piece of information via her data logger.

it seemed that they were presented with an opportunity. The other imperial fleet had taken the bait and now she had the chance to move the Wanga from a crash course. So before leaving, she pressed a few buttons on her data logger and the Wanga in question would start to shift and head towards the outskirts of the city. If it hit it would kill at most a few hundred people to drastically reduce the casualty count. Crisis evaded.

With a clear mind now, the woman grabbed the two men and let out a beastly roar of pain as the cloak of green must surrounded them and eventually dissipated to reveal the fact they were gone. Where they were wasn't known, but it certainly wasn't there anymore.

[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Edric Vanyan"] | [member="Judge Cornelius Cromwell "]| [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Lyth Meran"] | [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"] | [member="Allan"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Priscilla Genesis"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Kham Nakgul"] | [member="Sek Kali"] | [member="Xiarr Sair"] | &Petrovska Crystall | [member="Koda Berus"] |

 

[Catherine Soja]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Judge Cornelius Cromwell "] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Baron Morcus"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Edric Vanyan"]

As she hid beinbd the crates more droids came up she decided to use their ammo agaisnt them and so threw up some debrise and with the force shobved the large chunsk at them. As they shot these the blasts began to get closer until they got smashed into or the droids own epxlosive strikes begna to damage them savarely. From there she leap upward and came down striking the remainign droids down. Even as more came she simply picked one up and smashed it into it's buddies and over a railing. But another fired the blast hit near her and she took shrapnal hits cryign out some in pain before she leap up onto a large crate and then onto the platform they were on and began to hack them apart.

 

[Talyn Krane]

Location: Emerging from hyperspace in defensive positions
Objective: Prevent the escape of the criminal scum at any cost

Line Group Kohuun had been on patrol far from Cristophsis when the hail from [member="Edric Vanyan"] had reached them. Captain Talyn Krane, commanding from the bridge of the Unforgiving, had immediately reevaluated her priorities; a request for fleet assistance from another officer of the Remnant must not be delayed, much less ignored. At her order the four Merciless-class frigates that made up the Line Group had begun calculations for an immediate jump to hyperspace. The Fleet Triumvir, Grand Admiral [member="Tanomas Graf"] himself, had responded to the distress call, and Captain Krane had no intention of disappointing him. Still, the voyage from their patrol route took significant time, and much had happened by the time they arrived.

Updated en-route on the progress of the battle through Remnant holochannels, Talyn prepared to deploy her forces with maximum efficiency and effectiveness. It turned her stomach and made her hands clench with icy fury to think that this collection of criminal scum would dare openly attack a civilized world, much less threaten its civilian population with a messy death in the name of credits. It was an example of everything that was wrong with the galaxy, the reason that a new order was required - to protect the rule of law, especially in these frontier systems. "Coming out of hyperspace now, Captain," Commander Kayl informed her, saluting crisply as he approached her station. "The enemy is preparing to attack the interdictors in an attempt to escape."

Talyn nodded, calculations racing through her mind. Line Group Kohuun had arrived at a fortuitous time. "All vessels, take up Defense Pattern Osk immediately after reversion," she ordered. The blue tunnel of hyperspace dropped away, and the four frigates appeared just in front of the immobilizers. Ahead of them, countless droid ships were coming in on a suicide course; it was like jumping into a minefield. Talyn swallowed hard - she had not realized the extent of the threat. But she straightened her spine and steeled her resolve. Part of serving the Empire, and preserving the new order it represented, was sacrifice if necessary. "Cut rear deflectors," she ordered, cool and calm. "Intensify forward batteries. Fire all missile tubes."

[member="Miss Blonde"]'s droid ships, plunging toward the immobilizers, were suddenly faced with a fierce defense. Dual heavy turbolasers and ion cannons from the four frigates formed a vicious defensive grid, attempting to incinerate anything that came within range. Twenty concussion missiles from each ship were launched in the space of seconds, forming a blockade of explosions in front of the interdictor ships. Outnumbered as they were, though, Talyn could not be certain that all the weapons her command could muster would be enough. That was where sacrifice came in. "Divert remaining power to forward deflectors and prepare to accelerate to ramming speed. Plot an intercept course with any vessel within your zone that bypasses our weapons fire. All stations, brace for impact. For the Triumvir!"

If necessary, the four ships of Battle Group Kohuun would take the impacts meant for the immobilizers. Talyn would ensure the criminals had no escape, even at the cost of her own life and the lives of every man she commanded.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Location: Coming out of Hyperspace
Objective: Deal with the raiders.
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="Baron Morcus"]
Enemies: [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Kham Nakgul"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Ships:

Spoiler

• 1x Infernus Heavy Cruiser (900m)
  5 Apollo Class Interceptors
• 12 Rendili Starfighters
• 12 Narran Wyrm Class Bombers
• 12 Umbra Class Dropships
• 2 Narran Aspect Class Gunship
• 2 Narran Drake Class Gunship
• 16 Shard Class drop pods

[*]2 Nimix Heavy Cruisers (625m each)

• 24 Rendili Starfighters (Each)
• 12 Narran Wyrm Class Bombers (Each)
• 6 Umbra Class Dropships (Each)
• 4 Kirtok Class Gunships (Each)
• 4 CXC Shuttles (Each)

[*]6x Hapan Battle Dragons (500m each)

• 24 Rendili Starfighters (Each)
• 12 Aurek Class Interceptors (Each)

[*]2x Cyracuse Drone Carriers (200m each) (Modified to fire off the Droppods)

• 30 Shard Class Droppods (Each)

[*]Adamantine Siege Frigates (300m)

• None

[*]4 Karakter Pocket Carriers (220m each)

• 24 Rendili Starfighters (12 to a side) (Each)
• 2 Kirtok Class Gunships (1 to a side) (Each)

[*]2 Hammerhead Frigates (315m each)

• 12 Rendili Starfighters (Each)
• 4 Umbra-class dropships (Each)

[*]2 Cluster Class Heavy Frigates (400m Each)

• None

[*]6 Preatorian Corvettes (180m each)

• 4 Rendili Starfighters (Each)
• 2 Umbra-class dropships (Each)

Edric listened to the reports of his soldiers and their status.

The first to come in was the sounds of the pilots from their respective squadrons, listening to the trained soldiers navigate and strike the craft which [member="Miss Blonde"] would lose in this sudden change of the battlefield's control. He had not expected so many allies, much less those of Graf and Krane being so expansive. He had a fleet of his own, one respectable for a force that encompassed only two worlds worth of recruits, but what the Imperials were fielding was rather amazing in its own right. Sure, If Solan pushed more of his people into military service he was sure he could reach such a size, but he needed to think about the planet's future before war.

That did not seem to follow the same level of thought, then he watched the hull of a ship starting to break over the top of his ship as he heard two words.

"SHIELDS FAILING." With that a crash reverberated through the ship, the enemy craft cutting along the top of the Skyfall and pushing towards the planet, forcing Edric to stare and choose. He could not stop both ships, he could not stop them from hitting the surface so he had to make a choice and he tore his eyes away from the craft that had just torn through his shields and tried to debate how to handle this when a thought came to him.

"Ignore the engines, take out the shield generators." The Engines would take too long to take down, and even if he did they were too close to the planet to do any significant damage that would stop it from falling to the planet below, but if the shields were gone then the ship would become subject to the heat of reentry. Edric figured that these ships, like many of the current era, forewent heat plating and opted to rely on shielding that would protect the craft from burning up on reentry. And normally most would not need to worry when it came to this fact because well it was unnecessary these days.

Which was what made it a death sentence for the ships.

They would lose their shielding and slam headfirst into the atmosphere, there they would generate great amounts of heat with no way to counter such, this would find their way into the explosive-filled ships and before they would even hit the ground blow from the premature detonation of their payloads. Now all this was on a hunch that these ships would not have plating but it was the only way Edric could stop both ships in time to save people. Yes, debris would still make its way down, but he was banking on the crafts avoiding major residential areas and limiting deaths to a few hundred if he was lucky.

"All batteries fire on the ships..."


He was not the only one struggling to deal with the enemy. His main line continued to fire on [member="Miss Blonde"]'s fleet, Hapan Battle Dragons taking the main brunt of the enemy fire while the Adamantine let off blasts every minute from its Hyper-Velocity Gun. The real strength of his fleet lay in its fighters and bombers though. Unlike the Imperial Craft, his ships were not suited for slugging it out and inspiring fear, even if some of them had equal or larger weaponry on their hulls like his own capital ship. Instead they carried far more strike craft than their imperial counterparts, allowing for precise and devastating strikes against shielding and hardpoints, such that would cripple the enemy without destroying their ships utterly, followed by boarding protocols which had been practiced in combat and out of it more than a few hundred times.

Edric's fleet was one which had fought like pirates, because the man that had founded it was one. Solan had taught them to capture ships that could be repurposed and reused in their own fleets, to be repaired and studied before used on their enemies once more. This is how [member="Miss Blonde"]'s ships would be fought as Shadow Legionnaires and Keshiri Military claimed the ships that they were able to pick off. He was unsure how many they would be able to capture, but he had a feeling the Remnants would have no use for them, allowing Edric to keep his prizes.

 

[Sek Kali]

Cold. All so very cold.

The War Dogs and their metallic bodies stomped as [member="Miss Blonde"] had given the order, genocide was the new norm. For a moment Sek could feel the breeze shift, as if the atmosphere change in of itself, the War Dogs and other droid assistants in this raid pausing, before all turning their heads and weapons on the nearest buildings. At first it seemed like indiscriminate infrastructure damage, a distraction perhaps? Sek stood still among the remains of one of these droid groups, they followed their orders while seemingly ignoring her completely, shooting wildly. Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

Her shoulder was showered with warmth for a moment before going colder than before- liquid. A hard impact by a weighty limb, an arm. The arm merely bounced off of her, falling to the floor and decorating it with more of it's red contents. She didn't even flinch, breathing slowing while slinging the DLT-19 around her shoulder, watching the chaos. Shifting her feet, the Trandoshan turned about, looking down the other end of the street as screaming echoed louder. Aside from any of those getting wounded or executed, there was a women, crying over the body of what seemed to be her spouse, barely recognizable with all the gore and scorch marks between all the wreckage and bodies. It was hard to tell how long this stare lasted, it felt like hours before the civilian would be shot by a stray bolt, breaking the Trandoshan free from their mere observation. Thoughts crept in.

The thumpthumpthump of a heartbeat began to surround Sek's ears, breathing becoming heavier and more intense every second, eyes twitching and seeming to react to every explosion, shot and death. This wasn't normal, she didn't like it, she didn't want to be apart of it. Hesitant footsteps started to drag the Trandoshan through the street, parts of structures landing around as dust and grit covered her clothing, almost making her entire figure grey as she drifted along through the dusty corpse filled streets, torrents of blaster shots going off every now and then. It seemed the droids had completely disappeared, or perhaps the cloud was just too thick to find anyone.

"Do you have no honor?"​

​

Her mind began to drift as the genocide went on around her, her brother's voice ever so familiar and seeming to echo as if it came from the city itself, though her feet continued to back up through the dust cloud that covered the street. Senseless, without direction, listening as she made her way towards a bunch of vehicles all burnt to a crisp from the battle. "Are you not a warrior?" turning about once more, a loud bzzz emitted from the DLT-19 as it was raised, pointing at nothing. Sek's eyes twitched left and right, looking for the slightest hint of movement, but instead all that was found was corpses, one of them sliding rather slowly off of a vehicle.

"Why are you here?" the voice had changed, it wasn't her brothers, but hers. The final steps taken would lead her to sit down within a burnt car, door gone completely and nothing more than brown rust. She'd place the butt of the blaster onto the ground, grabbing the barrel and keeping it pointed to the sky, looking down at the bloody footprints she had brought along on the ground. The heavy breathing, fast heartbeat and voices faded steadily as the thoughts became more consistent and clear. Doubt, fear, regret, they were all apart of an overall feeling that she'd act on now.

Crunch.​

​

The jacket's hood was blown off by a harsh gush of wind, the Trandoshan's mask ripped off, dropped to the floor and crushed violently, those 100,000 credits weren't wanted anymore. She was still blissfully unaware of the ongoings, of [member="Edric Vanyan"] 's plan to keep anyone from leaving the planet, or the reinforcements brought by [member="Tanomas Graf"] , [member="Desmond C'artyom"] , [member="Baron Morcus"] and [member="Talyn Krane"] But, as of right now, it was probably better that the Trandoshan didn't know of the oncoming judgement she'd receive with the rest of the criminals that have been recently worked with. The entire galaxy seemed to be burrowing down on this violent attack, and Sek couldn't blame them for that reaction.

Keeping her DLT-19 close to her body and using the heat from the barrel to keep herself warm, she'd begin to crawl further into the burnt vehicle, laying in the backseat and keeping her feet toward the door-less side, laid out like a strange, horrified and dust covered homeless denizen. She watched, the blaster fire in the distance still ongoing as the engines of shuttles would boom from overhead. It was harder to tell where her pain was coming from- had she been shot and she wasn't aware of it, or was the sudden genocide and realization of how lowly her employer went?

Sek really didn't want an answer to that. What was clear however, was that Miss Blonde could no longer rely on Sek's support in the escape.

 

[Allan]

Code Zero. A retreat. Allan's fist tightened angrily.

Diz had died for a Retreat.

A momentary lapse, his pulse spiked. He lashed out, struck a wall. A dent that went almost up to his elbow.

Imperials.

He'd fought Sith on Thule. Burned the Jedi on Ossus. These were no different. People clinging to an ideal they thought would help them. Something they believed had strength.

Barc had finished setting his charges, so he set his own. They were specially made by Diz, and not the breach charges Blonde suggested.

"Allan what's taking so long?" he'd plant them on the wall, twisting the caps down. It was supposed to be a two man lift. "Allan no. Not those! You'll kill everything in a square mile!"

Allan's brief moment of silence was the answer, as he continued setting up the charges.

"Then we'll be even. Part of me died today. Part of Christophsis will as well," He'd turn them down, before moving towards the Elevator. Power had been restored, so they shot it up to the top level. It was then onto the roof, and into the crystalline forests while the battle raged and chaos ensued. He had taken Diz's shotgun, and his helmet.

And now they were being followed. Something behind them was keeping pace fast enough that he could hear the thudding. When he turned his head, it was a droid. Massive. Not a War Dog, however. Something worse.

Five Hundred Feet Clear. Prepare the detonator.

His hands shifted the detonator around in his glove as he continued to sprint. Barc was a step behind him and he heard him fall. Turning, he watched some large mechanical monstrosity straddle his friend. The horror started one moment, and ended the next. He then watched Barc's head turn at an odd angle. Swore he heard a crack too. But Barc stopped moving, and it looked at him.

Allan didn't run from anything. Not Death, not the law, not even love.

Damn sure didn't run from no friend murdering Droid thing.

He'd sprint at it, confusing it for a moment. It's programming was to deal with things running away apparently. That, or it wasn't sure how to process being attacked. When he impacted it, the large Mandalorian managed to get it thrown to the ground. Roaring as it fought back, he'd slide the barrel of his DT-29 into it's head receiver through it's mouth and discharge all Six of the high-impact rounds.

Cthunk. Cthunk. Cthunk. Cthunk. Cthunk. Cthunk.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

It collapsed to the ground with his arm partially in it's mouth. He grunted in pain as it did so, for it tore into flesh. Gripping his pistol tight, he'd snake his arm outside of it before looking at his friend.

No pulse.

Rage. Rage filled his body where grief and sorrow should be. They'd come later.

Rage burned at his soul, his skin, and his mind.

For several minutes, he'd look around for something to hit. Realizing it was only him now.

Diz, Barc.

"Diz! Barc!" he heard people coming towards them. Citizens, one of them clamored towards his arm.

"Mandalorian! Help us!" They asked of him. A War-Dog had followed them, chasing unarmed, and the unarmored. His mind processed a threat as soon as it turned on him.

It didn't matter who's side it was on. It was something big enough he could hit on it until he felt better. It didn't matter if it was a convenient scape-goat to get out of trouble. He hid the detonator in his armor, and reloaded his pistol. It thundered towards them. When he had finished, he aimed it back down range and fired until it clicked while walking towards the War Dog.

Cthunk. Cthunk. Cthunk. Cthunk. Cthunk. Cthunk.

Click. Click. Click.

When the weapon clicked, the War-Dog actually stumbled back.

He'd shift his shoulder around, bringing Diz's shotgun that he'd taken from him in the vault. Several rounds emptied into the banged-up metal chasis. The shotgun chewed through it at close distance. It fell against a crystalline tree. Allan planted his foot on it's chest and re-primed the weapon again.

Ffump. Click.

Womp.

The final round emptied it's skull onto the ground. Pushing off of it, he started to head further out from the Capital, to guide them away from the fighting.


The Night After
Somewhere, four-and-a-half miles outside of the Capital.

He had made a camp for them, helped them find shelter from the combat as long as he could. They were well outside of the range, and he'd been flicking the cover off of the detonator. One of them walked over and saw him.

"Hey Mister," called the young boy away from the camp. "What's that?"

He'd frown, before looking at him. "Memento. See?" he'd click down on it and start the priming sequence. "Head up there mate. Your mother will be looking for you,"

One.

"My mum's dead. Dad too," he'd walk over closer. "Everybody is. I just stumbled into this group by luck Mister."

Two

Allan put his arm around the kids shoulders. "Me too. Kid. Me too," he'd then wrap the arm tight around the boys throat before gripping the top of his head with the other hand and snapping hard. There was a muffled crunch, as he set the boy in the log he had been sitting on and head back up there with them. There could be no witnesses. And they'd taken from him his childhood, here. The books were even now. After a moment he'd stand there and light the wood up with his gauntlet.

Heading back into the small camp he'd speak over the murmurs. "Ears, buggers! Use em!"

Three

"We'll rest here for the night. Town's not safe. In the morning, We'll foray back to it, see if stuff has died down. If it hasn't, we'll meet up back here,"

Four

"Hit the rolls for now, wankers. S'abit of a good walk back into town. Don't want you dogging out on me,"

Five.

He felt it in his shoes, the explosion. Even at four miles out he could feel it. Along with everybody else, he turned towards it and looked. He could see the cloud in the atmosphere, as the explosion wracked the building they'd be in; where the treasury was. And then another. The side-effects of detonating that style of warhead in the town center? Horrific. Diz's body? Gone. As well as the others inside that Vault at the least. The Anti-Matter warheads would erase all trace of life in that entire building, if they were any left. At the very least.

Only ash would remain. Several grams of anti-matter. It took them countless hours to refine it at home. And now, he knew they worked.

He'd have to make more. Gripping a tree, he'd hold against the shock-wave. If the city had been in disarray prior, it damn sure would now.

Would also be probably War-Beast Less. And powerless, down to the backups. Total darkness, chaos, and widespread death. As the others turned in terror to go lay awake in the dark, he'd walk down to the nearby river he'd found. Placing a few rocks, and the log with the child in it, he'd block off the part of it that went towards town. And afterwards, he'd place a water-purifier. Sitting there, he'd watch for stragglers from the city with Diz's Shotgun and his pistol.

"Kad'Harangir," he'd call out, with a hand towards the sky.

"Are you not pleased with me? Is this why you have taken my brothers from me?"

"You took everything else, Kad'Harangir. My wife. My family. And now, my brothers-in-arms," he'd speak in Mando'a, everything now.

"I have given you everything. Can you not give me something in return?"

There was silence. He missed the loudness.

"You spoke to me before," he whispered, "Like a hurricane gale striking at my ears. You spoke to me before and you showed me everything. Is this the cost of it? I wished for silence and now all I can do is beg for noise. I have done all that you asked! Answer me,"

Silence, again. Not even a breeze.

"Answer me, damn you!" he'd shout, stepping forward from where he sat. "Diz. Barc. Not even given the courtesy of Mandalorian soil or a Mandalorian cause to die for and in. Some aruetii whore you force us to cling to so we could eat," He'd stomp loudly, "The least you can do is answer me! You ignore me, have you forsaken me?!" he'd look around, and then at the rushing water at his feet.

It was black, like coal. And then blood mingled in with it.

He had been answered. He collapsed against his seat once more out of the water and wept.

For the first time since he was a babe.

He wept for Mary, his beloved.

He wept for Clan Barret, his family.

He wept for his brothers, Diz and Barc.

And he wept for the gods he no longer trusted.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4

 

[Lyth Meran]

Lyth piloted the droid close to @Judge Cornelius Cromwell under heavy fire.
in her cockpit on the sholder she waved.
https://a.disquscdn.com/get?url=http%3A%2F%2F31.media.tumblr.com%2Ftumblr_m3z4xrHVZi1rw2jaio1_500.gif&key=7B55ShOUS4b_3-_cmt_y3A
" Warning self destruct has been activated. " Lyth warned
" Better Ruuuun judge." She giggled as the droid began to beep.

from the cock pit Lyth activated her escape protocols and escaped on her wings at mac2.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond flew his Deliverance bomber through open skies completely unopposed. The criminals had come to raid the near empty coffers of a defenseless world. Now, now they would all be put to trial for war crimes. For the slaughter of countless thousands.

“Sir the judge has amassed droid troopers to combat the enemy,”

“Copy that, we’ll be firing danger close,”

The bomber flew low against the skies of the now burning city.

“Bogey’s inbound. Looks like they’re tearing that building up pretty bad,”

“Light ‘em up,”

Five turbolasers moved on their swivels and fired into the crowd of enemy warmachines. The droids rushed for cover, but still the onslaught continued. The 44mm cannon was calibrated and aimed. Their would be no cover from what was to come. Hundreds of explosive rounds assaulted the earth, killing all those who had previously taken shelter their.

“Multiple confirmed KIA’s,”

“Copy,”

The ship took to the air again and began slowly gliding towards the prison. It and its TIE escort would keep the enemy grounded at all cost. The TIE’s screeched ahead and Des smiled. Show offs. They began engaging departing shuttles and it became clear escape would seem impossible.

“Picking up large amounts of enemy clankers,”

“Give ‘em the forty forty,”

The larger bomber’s guns began to light up everything. Turbolasers, grenade launchers, the works. It was a salvagers dream as the droids were eviscerated by the aircraft's guns. Then something peculiar happened.

“Anyone else got eyes on that?”

“Yeah, what the hell is it?”

A large turd was falling from the sky, or so it seemed. Upon closer inspection it was revealed to be a giant ship. Burning in the upper atmosphere of the planet and gaining speed. It was on a near collision course with the planet and before Des had time to make a bad joke about their imminent doom, the vessel hit the ground with a boom. Thankfully not the Capitol, but the explosion was visible for miles


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[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was gone. She had ghosted out a little while ago. But people were still on the surface of the planet, people who would call her a monster, or sit on their high horse and pretend they were better than her. Truth was they were somewhat right, she was a monster, but she did it out of necessity. She was at least honest about it. The Imperial Remnant, their history was stained with red going back through all its previous attempts, which there were plenty, and all of the death it caused. Blonde would know, she used to work with them. But at the end of the day there was no good guy, there was no bad guy, there were only choices. Choices that needed to be made. The moment that first fleet arrived the battle was over, there would always be more ships coming so people could get their good guy chub going. That was a constant in life, people wanted to feel as if they were right.

People died, that was just a fact of life. Now if people wanted to get all stuffy and have their own morales, they needed to remember where they stood. This wasn't the Jedi, this wasn't some stuffy government, this was the criminal underground. There were no rules, there were no laws, there was only life or death, freedom or prison. And at the end of the day, Blonde chose life and freedom. If people had to die for her to extend that to the rest of her crew than so be it. Because there was one thing they could at least say about her. She might of killed civilians, but she did everything in her power to make sure her people got out. She sacrificed millions of credits worth of weapons, droids, and ships to ensure that everyone had a chance to escape. She could of simply bonked out by herself and shot her own fleet into hyperspace to minimize operational loss. But she didn't.

Right now her ships were skirting through battle lines, colliding with other remnant vessels, exploding in bright arrays of destruction as their droid crews piloted them into oblivion. A fair amount had been picked off by others blockading them but enough made it to the immobilizers to detonate their ion drives and torpedoes causing wide spread EMPs and interference to distort the gravity wells and allow people to punch it to hyperspace. Blonde was in no way a good person, she was a murderer, a thief, and criminal. But one thing was damn sure, she always took care of her people whether they appreciated the end result or not. If they had a death wish and a conscious then they could turn themselves right over to the remnant, cause they had a shining history of human rights.

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[Lyth Meran]

I1-2-B3 exploded admittedly not at it's full payload Lyth may be insane but she wasn't murderous.
so far it had been direct threats not Civilians. still her 200kph jump only lasted 10 seconds. so she wasn't verry far away.
still Lyth was tiny so good luck finding her.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0c-mCfBZxY​

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Grand Admiral Graf observed delightfully as the enemy fleet attempted to wriggle their way out of his iron grip by sacrificing their vessels to destroy the Immobilizer 418s, it was like watching ants scatter erratically in a jar. The Imperial Fleet moved like a durasteel wall through the pirates, losing some of their ships along the way but taking many with them. "Let those who put forth the effort escape, but destroy all who remain. It has been known that the Imperial Remnant does not tolerate criminals of any caliber." Graf ordered, pacing in front of the bridge viewports. "Admiral, reports from the ground suggest that high priority targets have been released from the prison, namely the perpetrators of the previous raid, a ship is also attempting to steal the treasury itself." An ensign reported.

"And why was I not alerted of this beforehand? Nevertheless we must respond in kind. Deploy the fleet, no ship will escape this planet, disable any that try, I want prisoners, alive." The old man barked. There was a small window for vessels to escape as the fleets were engaged above Christophsis before the planet itself could be blockaded, but the hundreds of TIEs could easily be sent to intercept those who dared. Meanwhile, troop transports would descend from the sizeable fleet to land and establish a beachhead for the Acclamators.

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[Jessica Med-Beq]

The shuttle on which Jessica found herself was a little dented from encounters with the Imperial Remnant and the Crystall Dynasty, seeing that the enemy attack craft has been too busy trying to stop the BTS cruisers from crashing into cities, or the BTS fleet, to actually devote that many to the pursuit of the shuttles carrying evacuees from the planet, it was a do-or-die time for the getaway pilot to punch to hyperspace, preferrably away from Imperial Remnant space. Everyone onboard was nervous as to whether the getaway will work or not, and she was not alone in being rescued by the thugs who rented it. A few more escapees boarded it as well, but none of those she knew for long. A few evasive maneuvers - and hits - later, the damaged shuttle finally punched through hyperspace, and not one moment too soon. The window was pretty small and everyone onboard knew it: a few more hits and the shuttle would have exploded instead. Exactly where they were going, they did not know. Hopefully out of the ability of the Imperial Remnant, but the damage wrought by the Black Tie Syndicate would hopefully take pressure off the escaped convicts: whereas her raid mostly hit military bases, the Black Tie Syndicate and the Crystall Dynasty both committed atrocities that dwarfed her own. The blue streaks of hyperspace flying would probably lead them to a shadowport she never knew existed.

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[Petrovska Crystall]

Chaos was everywhere. No place, no person was exempt. Petrovska was lucky to avoid most of the action, thankfully his friends in the Imperial Remnant coming to save the Christophsisians just in time. He had heard reports of the pirates turning on civilians and civilian buildings, and even ships coming towards the planet, on direct courses for major cities. Nothing was confirmed, nothing could be confirmed, the only thing he was for sure about, was their retreat, the work of Grand Admiral [member="Tanomas Graf"] himself. Most of the ground engagement had seized but there was still chaos everywhere. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions were killed by space ship debris, genocide, and collateral damage. Now Christophsis not only no longer had an army, but nearly the entire police force was killed. Looting, fires, anarchic fighting was rampant across the planet. Which would only further the death toll and the desolation of Christophsis.

Petrovska was certain of one other thing, the war criminals had escaped. Detention center A2 held only the largest criminals in the entire system, from every habitable planetary body any of them came to A2, they were also the homes of war criminals [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] and [member="Kham Nakgul"]. But now Petrovska nor the monarchy had the money or power to hunt them down, they would go scot free for their crimes, those who lost love ones would never get what just ice was needed. But there was a new war criminal, [member="Miss Blonde"], who was now responsible for the death of millions, Petrovska knew she would come to justice, if not by his hand than by another's, she was not just a criminal who cared little for others' lives, she was evil, the kind of evil that commits mass genocide in the pursuit of something trivial. No, there was no evil more despicable, more gruesome than this, this was the evil of the darkest sith, the coldest killers. And she just joined the club.

 

[Judge Cornelius Cromwell]

As the shuttle took off and escaped the Judge threw his sword to the ground "DAMN!!!" He cried before the droids looked under the rubble to see [member="Causstik Rahn"] buried

"Sir, we have one of the escapees' accomplices!!!....." The droids anounced

The judge gave a grimace at the sight of the oversized lizard "Oh, he's........ Quite the erm, large fellow isn't he?..... Call up King [member="Petrovska Crystall"]!!! I have news for him....." He anounced "My liege, t-the prisoners..... They've escaped!!!..... BUT, I have one of their accomplices!!!.... I wish to trial this, erm..... Thing myself!!!" He said putting his hand over his chest and bowing

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn awoke with a start. He was completely surrounded by droids and half his weaponry did not work. He stuck his hands into the air and surrendered.

 

[Onley Xiangu]

The sky fell down.
The droids under his command suddenly seemed to change abruptly.
The contractor steered course abruptly before he’d even really gotten his feet wet.

He could complain that 100,000 credits wasn’t nearly enough to deal with his current predicament. He could make that much in a day or so moving illegal cargo in the lower levels of Coruscant. He’d reached out to the contractor over the holonet out of a notion that it would be important to make connections in the criminal world and he’d been right. This job would be infamous.

Thankfully, he had no qualms where genocide was concerned.

Suddenly, an enormous explosion sent half the planet’s surface reaching for the sky, the earth shaking as gravity sent it back down a gargantuan wave. Dust started to choke the atmosphere and Onley was glad for his mask. It filtered out the most of it, the most annoying part being the sudden blasting sound of dirt against the metal. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Soon visibility would be poodoo. But their objectives were cancelled and he no longer had anything specific on his dance card. He might as well have his fun.

Speaking to the War Dogs still under his control - though they’d also taken to their creator’s directives as well, with some enthusiasm - he focused his attention on maximum destruction. “You heard her.” The civilians running from the bombardment were the first to feel his wrath, one of them falling onto his side mid-stride in the throes of electrocution as Onley extended a hand and let forth a stream of lightning. Behind the mask, he was grinning.

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