Writ of Extermination (Mandalorian Invasion of the New Order at Telos IV)

[Ashin Varanin]

Rules and guidelines found here. In a nutshell:

• 2 character limit per writer.
• Allies require IC reasons to attend.
• Objectives: 1) Take the capital city of Thani (PVP). 2) Destroy the prefabricated garrison base at the outskirts of Thani (PVP). Win the battle in orbit (Me vs Ayra, 10,000m each).
• As this is PVP-focused, the New Order has agreed to allow the Mandalorian PC's to 'spawn' on ground, or on the way to ground (whether by stealth drop pod, stealth transport, or Basilisk drop). Do not abuse this plz.
• Tag Your Locations.
• Obey Wheaton's Law.

IC/

The stealth transports, the stealth drop pods, and the Basilisks were away, out of reach of both fleets. How many had made it through the flak, Ember couldn't say, but the ori'ramikade diving into the grav well were no longer his concern.

His fleet made up a standard wall of battle, bearing to port. The world was far enough away that it wouldn't be too terribly much of a factor, though they would have to be careful with certain stray munitions. Six ships of the wall -- three command vessels, three heavy cruisers -- comprised the mainstays of the wall. The broadside-optimized Ash'amur-class Star Destroyers, tall and flat, fit the wall symbolism well. The flat, durable, double-shielded Ackbar-class heavy cruisers, publicly available to friendly nations, had rolled ninety degrees. Two destroyers came first as the leading edge of the wall, with two heavy cruisers flanking them; behind flew the last destroyer and the last cruiser. Those six ships flew in a flat plane, the wall proper, their shields relatively close together. Under cover of the wall flew the flak vessels and the patrol ships.

"Ten minutes to turbolaser range, sir."

"Open me a channel." Ember should have sat up a little straighter, spoken with his gut, but in thought he found himself slouching a little in bridge chair of the bottom of the two forward Star Destroyers. "Sith commander, my name is Ember Rekali. I doubt you know me. I intend to correct that oversight.

"When my youngest son Faran was sixteen, a Sith Lord cut him down on Ossus, left him on the temple steps to choke on his blood. My daughter Benna and my son Certh were gunned down by Sith forces at Metalorn. My wife Kol was exsanguinated, dismembered, and soul-bound by a Sith Master. My son Rach was kidnapped by that same Sith Master, forcibly turned to the Dark Side, 'gifted' with his mother's memories, and murdered during the Sith invasion of Mandalore. By another Sith Lord, he was brought back to life in a grotesque body, and further corrupted. At which point he was murdered by yet another Sith.

"I know that not every Sith is alike. I know that some claim to nurture higher ambitions, that some are capable of redemption through accepting the consequences of their actions. I also know that Sith domination, no matter how velvet the glove, is an iron fist whenever necessary. I know that the Sith philosophy is a cancer even in the most well-meaning, and the New Order is anything but well-meaning. I know that you mean to take space that my son died twice to protect from people exactly like you."

"You know my name. Remember it."

Fleet Composition:
3x Ash'amur-class Star Destroyers (5700m)
-108 Purudii-class Starfighters
-72 Vhe'viin-class Interceptors
-72 Kandosii-class Bombers
-48 MMG-84S Gunships
-36 Tra'galaar-class Transports
-landing craft capacity used by the forces on the ground

3x MC70 Ackbar-class Star Cruisers (2850m)
-32 MMG-84S Gunships
-16 MC15 Niathal-class Shuttles
-12 Tra'galaar-class Transports

4x Azalus-class Flak Frigates (1200m)

5x Tegaanalir-class Patrol Craft (250m)

Total Capital Ship Length: 10,000m
Total Small Craft: 401

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Basaba Willamina"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kable Detta"] [member="D-Man"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Kage CC-743"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] @Rianna Organa [member="Garrus Garon"] @B'Arin Graad
[member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Matreya]

Location: Capital city
Allies: Mandoa
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Crush all opposition

Rushing wind, whipping cloth, pumping adrenaline: all signs of a spacial free fall. Having leapt from one of the aforementioned stealth ships, Damien Daemon found himself plummeting to the ground below, weighted down by his Beskar'gam and weaponry. With arms held out, and his eyes closed, Damien slowly began rotating his body. Soon enough the spin was whipping him swiftly, like a tornado. Yanking himself to a stop, barely a dozen feet above the ground, his eyes flared pitch black as he tapped into Ergasts power.

Finally tapping the ground with a soft thunk, Damien looked about himself among the people of the Capital, <Damien Daemon reporting, im taking the capital. Send reinforcements.> Damien said into the mando frequency, <Master [member="Ordo"], if you get the chance, aid me in taking it?>

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

Location: Magnetic Drop Bay-Space-Sith Garrison
Allies: The Mandalorians
Enemies: The New Order
Objective: Take the Sith Garrison

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSH-_ScN6G0

There was something about space...That empty blackness, so vast and merciless. The young Supercommando's breathing slowed as the metal doors opened in front of him, the vacuum of space ripping the air from the drop bay. He felt his grip tighten around the controls of his war beast as it rumbled, shaking itself ready for combat. Its four red eyes glowed as its systems activated, his heart skipping a beat when the movement of his droid shook the magnetic clasp dangling him above the small blue marble of a world.

Telos IV.

Linking his own HUD with his droid he looked around, spotting the launch operator. Repair droids buzzed around as the final checks were done to ensure things would not go array with the drop. His heart pounded in his ears, his slow breathing echoed inside his helmet as he attempted to focus planet below him. They tell you not to look down in basic training, it brought fear to most but for Jaden, it brought calm.

He could barley hear the operator over the sound of his on breathing. He looked over and nodded, the operator giving a salute to the brave men and women that would be dropping from that group. A command blinked across his helmet's HUD. Blinking once, he confirmed he was ready to launch, all systems were go and his weapons were ready. The operator pulled a lever and he felt the magnetic locks disengage.

The fall was surprisingly serene as they were propelled through space for a short while, the droid's thrusters pushing them closer and closer to the planet's gravitational field. His grip tightened around the controls of the droid as com chatter went back and forth between more experienced beast riders. He could understand how they could be so calm, space was beautiful.

The robust droid pushed aside crystals of frozen vapor that stood in Jaden's path. He couldn't describe what it felt like to look down on a world, falling continuously as you circled it with only a droid and a few centimeters of armor plating protecting you. He felt something deep in his chest, it made him feel as if everything around him just...didn't matter, or rather he felt as if everything was connected. Maybe this was what those Jedi felt like when they used the Force. Maybe.

As his droid hit atmosphere and the air around him began to heat up his HUD began lighting up with heat warnings and the like. Wind howled in his ears as the clouds parted before him as if he were some great prophet of destruction. He and his droid screamed into battle where the fight was already raging, Sith against Mandalorian. The group of Beast Riders looked like falling stars in the smoggy skies of the battle ridden Telos IV. His droid crashed into the permacrete, sending up giant chunks of debris, taking the brunt of a vicious volley of laser fire from a Sith turret, narrowly saving the lives of dozens of Mandalorians. Looking down to the Red Legionaries and Mandalorians that stood in awe of the beast he drew his blaster and raised it with a battle cry, resounding through the troops and carrying for miles as more beast riders and drop pods fell into battle.

The Battle of Telos had begun.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Gunship en route to Garrison Base outside Thani
Allies: Mandalorians, Mandalorian Allies
Enemies: New Order, New Order allies
Objective: Destroy Garrison Base


Chink. Boom. Chink. Boom.


Heavy cannon rounds pounded from the other gunships, paused for the gunners to reload the massive shots. Preliat winced slightly with each shot, but grew more used to it on the flight in. Preliat stood up from his seat, as they approached the door. The other Mandalorians near him did the same. He bounced his helmet in his hands for a moment, before the bucket went over the brain. He cracked his neck and picked up his rifle, a hefty Hyperion SAW, and he turned his head to the other Mandalorians. The pilot flicked on the green light and gave them the thumbs up. Preliat, as usual, was first out. He was in free fall for a moment, before his jetpack erupted behind him, and he slowly drifted to the ground. Reeling his legs back before he made contact with the ground, he rapidly activated his jetpack, slowing his descent.


Gunfire erupted around him, as more of his troops landed around him. More Mandalorians. More warriors. More vod. He took a crouch, and waited for a moment, and ordered his men to do the same. He signaled forward, and spoke calmly."Mortar teams, up!"And as quickly as they could, mortar teams placed their weapons on the ground. They turned to Preliat for orders."Three volleys, high explosive. Move up ten meters, cover our approach as needed. Danger close operation after twenty meter movement."Preliat said, nudging his head forward. He waited, and so did the Mandalorians near the garrison base, even as they took fire. Suddenly, the mortars went off.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.


Explosive shells dug into the ground, anxious to release their energy around them. They did some damage, but not enough to really warrant a celebration. They were effective as suppression especially, and slammed the positions around the garrison base. Three went off, and Preliat had some time to move. He was the first to run at them, even with all his armor, his weapon, his ammo, and his gear, he was still very fast. He was viciously fast, standing tall and running quickly. His shawl flew behind him, as bolts and rounds went off around him. The other Mandalorians followed suit, following Preliat as they approached the base.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

LOCATION: HANGER BAY​

ALLIES: MANDALORIANS​

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kable Detta"] [member="D-Man"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Kage CC-743"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Rianna Ordo"] [member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]​

ENEMIES: SITH​

OBJECTIVE: CITY​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPMZFZWArC4​

This was it, this was the fun part as Basaba climbed up the massive cerberus wardroid and prepared. Her weapons and equipment were primed and ready attached to the massive droid while the rest of the sisters in The Yaim'la prepped it loading two ground vehicles for use as soon as they and the newest member of the clan got planet side. Basaba was looking to kill sith and had her weapons crate loaded with a Horak rifle, a CZ-839 Sonic Carbine, Mythosaur Grenade Launcher with Force Breaker grenades, a BOAR D Railgun and Bolter MK I. She might not be able to carry all of that at once but she would easily be able to use them as she ran out of ammo. The assortment of pistols she had the CZ-835 Machine Pistol and Woebringer Pistol on her hips and her reliable Ripper MK II under her armpit.

The case was secured in the recessed section while she linked her Beskar'gam MK III with the shoulder mounted K'uur jurkadir, sliding her assortment of knives into their sheaths. The standard Knife and Tal'galar Kal going in smoothly, her Bev'kal at the small of her back and her Bes'bev with Beskad to complete it all. She was weighed down hard but it was not going to be as if she could stop and reload or find an armory in the city. Allison was going to drop into the garrison and show them what a giant could do in case they had any sithspawn for her to punch in the teeth. Tapping the indication lights and getting the beeps from all the others in the hanger Basaba madesure the magnetic locks of her armor were on the wardroid and waited for the moment as the hiss of air came. Her hand went to the sacred mating stick a symbol of the Willamina clan and a nod of her head came.

The hanger door opened as the Yaim'la took off with her sisters to join the rest they would land outside and use the ground vehicles to get down there. She could see the particles of frozen vapor while the magnetic locks of the droids disengaged, others went out and then hers surged forward. The feeling for a brief moment of weightlessness came while the world was in view. She was circling it while coming in and the small amount of heat came like standing near an open flame. Then it got hotter and hotter bringing a feeling of vertigo and euphoria to her. Basaba was enjoying the feeling of this as the armor plates protected them from the bulk of entry heat. Her mind racing through everything and screens showing the trajectory while in the distance as they continued it came into view. Her hands working to talk with her droid as its engines spun up and.....

And it pulled up going between two buildings with a mechanical roar that came out of her throat as well. There was something to be said for riding a droid from orbit to a planets surface and as weapon systems came online she felt the caclunk of metal on pavement, saw the screen of what was around and held up the stick in one hand while she kept the growl going. The others who were on wardroids and going for the city in her group should be there and around.

 

[Allison Willamina]

LOCATION: HANGER BAY​

ALLIES: MANDALORIANS​

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kable Detta"] [member="D-Man"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Kage CC-743"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Rianna Ordo"] [member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]​

ENEMIES: SITH​

OBJECTIVE: GARRISON​

SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: FIRING THE CANNON​

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3W5lhUAy6hY​

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INTERCOM: Preparing for launch
INTERCOM: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1......
INTERCOM: Firing Main Cannon

The feeling was there and for a brief moment Allison thought this was a bad idea.... on par with looking over a large cliff and that little voice in your head going 'jump you can make it' but no guts... no glory and the large mandalorian didn't exactly fit in the drop ships with a squad... her weapons did. They were bringing those down for her as the two pieces of equipment she needed to use for this to work flared up. Then she was weightless for ten heartbeats with the blood rushing through her ears and her eyes flicked around in the helmet. Telo IV was beautiful and it was a shame they were about to bring fire to its skies as the beskar'kandar started to glow. Thick armored plates bringing her attention back while her arms remained at her side.

Her teeth grinding while she circled and could hear the cheers on the other comlinks. This was how you made entry to a sith world in nearly unbreakable armor with an army of wardroids descending around you and wearing an antigrav unit to stop your fall when the time came. That was the plan at least and as the heat went away giving a cooling sensation Allison couldn't believe her eyes until the bulding was in sight. Switching it on and setting it to max as she felt it with her stomach doing flips, her body coming out of its stiff as a board positions and flipping to land feet first. She focused on the moment and rolled coming to a stop as she needed to and readjusting all the equipment. Her shoulder mounted cannon ready to fire.

SMASH

CRASH

KABOOM

The impact crater as she landed, the sensation and shock to her knees brought Allison down. One fist slamming into the ground with force while the other went behind her and her head shot up to track any movement. She was a little off having wanted to land straight in the heart of the base but this would do she slowly and menacingly she rose. A small group of sith coming to see what came and standing face to face with her below them. One hand reaching out and the other grabbing a rifle. Then screams as she beat the soldier with his armored buddy in place of firing a shot.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Mandalorian Vanguard, Shuttle
Objective: Take Capital City of Thani
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: New Order chumps

On a combat shuttle headed for the heart of a New Order stronghold was just about the worst place to be I could imagine, except in a Rancor pit or perhaps in the stomach of a Sarlacc. At least I had the benefit of a suit of beskar-whatever and some sort of regular-looking blaster. Maybe I do know the names of these things, but honestly the effort of remembering 101 years of knowledge really does get tiring.

In any case, I had been discovered to be not overly qualified as a Mando'ade chap. So instead I'd been granted the duties of a historian, or a documentarian, if you will. On the front lines. Some sort of Mando joke, I'm sure. I had a holocam mounted on my rifle, little good it would do me.

All this served as very poor comfort while my dropship traveled straight into the teeth of the monster, laser bolts shrieking around us. I sat in the bay with a nervous smile behind my helmet. Oh, how I did so ever hate war. Sadly, if I tried to escape this vessel I'd likely see myself shot a half-dozen times. Mandalorians do not take very well to cowards, unfortunately.

Invasions, what fun.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

Location: Sith Garrison
Allies: The Mandalorians [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Jaden Taacyn"]
Enemies: The New Order
Objective: Take the Sith Garrison


Data would go streaming across the red reticle of the cybernetic eyepatch covering the Bounty Hunter's right eye. Last known blueprints of the facility up ahead. They may be out of date. They may not be. Either way, it gave a point of reference.

Hiding alongside a rocky formation, Mertaal set in motion the release of five AT-HKD1 Hunter Killer Suicide Drones , all headed towards the garrison, each in their own individual path.

She just needed to soften the ground a bit.

Just a little bit.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

Location: On the ground, outskirts of Thani
Objective: Take Capital City of Thani --- TO ALL AT THE CITY, FORMING A CALL OF MIST SPELL TO PROVIDE COVER.
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: New Order

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Eyes as white and glistening like those of a dead fish would peer out into the vast capital city of Thani. Thick white dreadlocks the thickness of chubby fingers would flank her face, falling down to brush down to mid-back. Armor? HAH! What armor? Nothing but the lizardskin leather that her kind had used for over a millenia.

There would be a loud thud as the end of her staff would hit the dusty ground, seemingly used for her to hold herself up and walk, boney long fingers curling tightly over the weathered Nighthunter bone shaft. Her's would not be a melee combat. No... no...

The Winged Goddess would embark on this feast tonight, to be used a support. As a vessel.

Slow chants and a garbled song would soon fall from the witch's lips. A call of mist. A chill would form in the air, as the currents of the Force were summoned by a most ancient of powers. Primal. Raw. Energy would strike through the very ether and start to pour around the area of the Capital as it would start to grow in a thick choking mist.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Ember's Flagship - Damage Control Bay
[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]


The low hum of the computers filled the small damage control bay where Anija currently found herself. When she'd first heard of the invasion of Telos, she wasn't sure what to think. Sure, she was a good fighter when it came to ground combat. But there were times when she preferred to use her other skills to support Mandalorian efforts. And, this was one of them.

As such, she now found herself manning the damage control bay of the fleets flagship, the Ashamur-class dreadnought Parjai along with half a dozen others of her Mandalorian brethren. it felt... odd to be back in combat again. She'd not joined a campaign since the diplomatic envoy to Serenno. That had been an interesting mission. And now, here she was. She'd recently been promoted to Rally Master and accepted as a junior engineer by Mandal Hyernautics. She knew she had a ways to go. But, what better way to test and hone her skills than in the heat of battle?

Sure, repair droids might be faster, but sometimes, the human mind caught details a droid might miss. And she knew these systems fairly well. She'd studied the ship and her schematics extensively before she'd committed to joining the operation. At least that way she knew what she was working with. She sighed, and leaned forward slightly to study her monitor. She'd felt the subtle shift as they dropped out of hyper. And while she might not know the contents of the message he'd sent to the Sith commander, she could guess the gist of it. For that matter, she could look up the recording if she wanted to.

But for now, she simply leaned forward in her chair studying her screens and the small hologram which sprang to life at her elbow. She turned her gaze to the hologram for a moment, and fiddled with the controls. She knew whatever sensor readings she might get wouldn't be as good as the main repeater plot on the bridge. [SIZE=12.8000001907349px]"Haatyc or'arue jate'shya ori'sol aru'ike nuhatyc." [/SIZE]She muttered under her breath.

Spoiler

[SIZE=12.8000001907349px]"Haatyc or'arue jate'shya ori'sol aru'ike nuhatyc." - Better one big enemy that you can see than many small ones you can't.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12.8000001907349px]I *WILL NOT* be fleeting. I am merely there to serve as damage control for Ember's ship. Repair stuff, etc.

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[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Ember Rekali"] |

Telos system

It was alive. The passages of the Omen-class command ship, found alongside it's outer hull, shined a purple luminescence over the woman that was making it's way through it. Crewmen and women walked by, dishing out their duties and so on. But she did not see them. Darth Ayra was seeing into the abomination that [member="Darth Vulcanus"] had forged in the very depths of Bosph. At the time, she had been infected with the techno-virus that the Moross Crusade had used to create their foot soldiers. With thanks to the Graug and their ability to manipulate the midi-chlorians via their blood, Ayra had the virus inert. It was still present inside her, and thus had the ability to infect others if they came into contact with her bodily fluids, but that had yet to happen.

Due to the disease that had plagued her at the time, she had not taken the time to understand what it was Vulcanus was creating nor appreciate the power of the dark side. It was a testimony to the late Graug's genius and consequentially his insanity. Only a being such as Vulcanus would forge such a thing; and only he out of a select few would be able to combine machine with Vong technology.

Arriving on the observational deck of the Omen, Darth Ayra allowed her sulfuric eyes to turn upon the forces under her control. She had taken the monster that was the ship in the Bosph system, as it had rested on the dark side of Bosph's moon. She had then rendezvoused with the rest of the ships at Morellia, the majority of it which were remnants of [member="Aken Bosch"]'s of which the Grand Admiral had saved from the defunct Sith Empire destroyed through the combined attacks of the United Clans of Mandalore and the Galactic Republic, who of course had the Jedi Order at it's disposal. Then, together they had ventured to the Telos system, under the pretense of an incoming fleet from Mandalorian space.

Then it hit her...

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"Welcome, my Lord," said the voice. Ayra lifted her hands to her head. It felt like something was splitting her apart. Her eyes twisted and turned in all directions to the men and women posted at the different stations found on the deck, which controlled all of the Omen's weapons and abilities. Her hands lowered. It needed to be subjugated. "I am the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Ayra. Your previous master has been disposed..."
"We know," it replied. "I am in service to the one that is more powerful than I."
"You will see my power."

She lowered herself into the throne. It retracted and leaned itself back, so Ayra was faced with the ceiling and purple lights that shined overhead. A rush of power came to her as the Omen submitted. She would of felt relief, but it gave way to hatred. Rage coursed through her veins at the prospect of a Mandalorian invasion. Vulcanus may have created the New Order and had even given way to her rise was a Sith Lord and later the Dark Lord of the Sith, but he had failed in all respects. Dromund Kaas had failed and the New Order seemed lost and abandoned. That made her angry.

Very angry.

With her at the control of the Omen, she had a direct control over the fleet under her control. She would hold the monster that had submitted to her will at bay, concealed by the presence of space and it's dark void, blending in with it and it's surroundings as systems were powered down, save for the life support systems inside it's armor for the crew and the toxic gases beneath them, inside the creature, that allowed it to survive in space.

Through her direct link, she had the Pellaeon-class Mark II Star Destroyer center to a formation, of which the three Xo'xaan-class Star Destroyer's would be moved. Two would flank the ship either side, with one positioned just above it. At the belly of the Pellaeon would be the Sidious-class assault carrier, which would be flanked either side by the two Broadside II-class assault cruisers. Positioned just behind the Pellaeon, but not so as to allow it's engines to damage or destroy it, was the Cyracus-class drone carrier.

This was the formation that Darth Ayra had selected from her position on the Omen, which was far in the distance, observing, waiting to join the fray if the Mandalorian's did not know it was there. If. If they didn't see it. Part of her strategy, by positioning the Pellaeon in such a strong position where a direct or side attack would be difficult, was to present it as the New Order's flagship. Not the Omen. By drawing the Mandalorian's strength out, the Omen would then strike from the shadows, laying claiming to enemy ships like a predator to prey, much like the woman who was now controlling the giant beast.

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Darth Ayra's forces​

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x1 Omen-class command ship (2,000M)​

12 Archer-class gunships, 20 TIE Viper, 15 TIE Agitator, 5 Annihilator-class boarding shuttles​

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x1 Sidious-class assault carrier (1,700M)​

16 Archer-class gunships, 50 TIE Viper, 22 TIE Agitator, 72 Neutralizer II-class bombers, 25 Annihilator-class boarding shuttles​

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x1 Pellaeon-class Mark II Star Destroyer (1,600M)​

10 Archer-class gunships, 48 TIE Viper, 12 TIE Agitator, 12 Neutralizer II-class bombers, 2 Annihilator-class boarding shuttles, 8 Delta-class stormtrooper transports​

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x3 Xo'xaan-class Star Destroyer (2,850M)​

8 MT/191 drop-ships​

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x2 Broadside II-class assault cruiser (1,650M)​

16 Archer-class gunships, 8 MT/191 drop-ships, 6 LAAT dropships​

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x1 Cyracus-class drone carrier (200M)​

30 TIE Detonators​

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Compliment total: 421​

 

[Yruss Shien]

::IC::
Location:Sith Garrison on the outskirts of Thani.
Objective: Defend the Capital City and Planet
Allies: New Order
Enemies: Mandos

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Shien would walk down the halls of a building, his eyes closing with frustration as he rounded a corner and continuing his pace towards a door. The door leading to the outside. It was already clear that the mandolorians had arrived on the planet and where initiating their invasion. Shien was starting to get slightly annoyed already and it was only the beginning. As he exited the building various soldiers stood around him, equipped and ready to die for the New Order. The prefabricated garrison had began its defensive maneuver. Shien would walk casually through the ranks, ready to destroy the mandolorians for this upsetting invasion. Shien wasn't too fond of having to defend a planet. He'd much rather be out taking them and showing his dominance. Defending a planet he deemed as being insulted and called weak. If one cannot display their strength well enough to were they get invaded.. you may as well be weak in his eyes. Shien hates weakness. Continuing his march through the ranks of the garrison, Shien would take out his dual hilts and ignite them to his side, ready to kill the first mando he sees. He would slowly make his way towards the mandolorian forces, feeling their presense as he expands the force around him and into the immediate area and area around it.

 

[Matreya]

(I was asked by [member="Darth Ayra"] to join. Per continuity, Im considering this a few days prior to my newest thread)

Telos, a planet Kasamann, and Zaiden before him, had used for respite. He came when life was difficult, or if he needed a place to plan. He had never expected to find that the planet was under attack, while he sat silent and tired by himself amongst a mountain of books. Placing the one currently being read aside, Kasamann shook his neck and rolled his shoulders.

<Lets go see whose knocking.> Kasamann muttered, heading towards the rear of the building to his awaiting craft. It was literally a massive box on wheels, with hover pads beneath, and a massive box made of thick durasteel stuck to the back. Climbing aboard, he reached out and punched the correct combination to cause his ship to jerkily raise upward. In the distance, above the crest of buildings, one could see a fire erupting from the nearby Garrison, while further off forms could be seen descending towards the Capital.

Pulling the ship to the right, Kasamann veered towards the Garrison. The bucket of scraps he flew in was meant to be inconspicuous, and thus wasnt fast nor safe, taking several long boring moments before he was even near enough to discern the make of the attacking craft - which was found to be Mandalorian. <Of course, who was I expecting?> Kasamann mumbled, pressing the auto controls so he could move to the back.

From the furthest back, he felt a deep pounding and rumbling. <Calm down, Im gonna let you out in a minute. Jeez!> Kasamann called to the massive Bull Rancor trapped in the cage behind the craft. The undead beast smelled blood and fear, seeking to get free and create more. Kasamann contemplated this for a long moment after speaking: setting something like that free? He could control it, but that would be taxxing and difficult if battle found its way to himself..

But what did he care? The Sith were the Sith.

Pressing the release button, as he flew over the massive building, the cage plummeted to the awaiting battle. As he began the descent of his ship, he delighted in sensing the box finally snap and break into huge pieces. A powerful roar shook the air even above the armies home. With a smile, the massive centaur moved to the exit ramp, where he walked down onto the roof. Closing his main eyes, while letting his stalk rotate constantly, Kasamann reached out to the connection between himself and his creation, seeing through its senses.

The beast drew back a massive tree limb sized arm, and swung with a power unmatched by live specimen - as there was no pain to keep it from using everything it had in each throw - at the nearest body which happened to be [member="Allison Willamina"]. Through the brutish beast's eyes Kasamann could tell the woman's eyes were concentrated on the fire sent towards oncoming Sith. If she did in fact turn to see the box with emerging contents, it was unlikely she could keep her concentration perfectly split.

 

[Yruss Shien]

Shien would look at the various number over invaders forming on the land. His eyes would follow along to [member="Kytarra Hawk"] noting her for the first time. Shien would nod his head slightly at her seeming to take into note all of her appearance and then he would glance up towards the various Suicide Drones heading towards the garrison of soldiers. Outreaching his hands Shien would grap two of the drones with the force, gripping onto them and maneuvering them to turn back around. Continuing to use the force he would send them straight towards [member="Kytarra Hawk"] and the white mist forming around the city of Thani. After sending two of the drones down Shien would step off in the direction of the female with white hair, unaware of who she was and really he didn't care, he had a task to do. It involved killing anyone who wasn't standing at his side. Twirling one of the sabers in his hand, and then spinning the other in circles continuously he would step closer towards the female, sensing her presense and following it as the mist continued to thicken and then block his sight. Shien was a man who calculated every movement he made. He constantly would stop on his way over to the female, his eyes seeming to look towards the ground occasionally too. At first glance it would appear that he is just well... looking towards the ground. A closer glance would tell you he was listening around, observing his surroundings at all times.

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

LOCATION: HANGER BAY
ALLIES: MANDALORIANS
Gilamar Skirata Ordo Ember Rekali Preliat Mantis Cabur Aranar Nolan Detta Kable Detta D-Man Mia Monroe Skosk Fett Azrael Kage CC-743 Aedan Miles Strider Garon Anija Ordo Neskar A'toll Rianna Ordo Garrus Garon Countess Calum Teramo
ENEMIES: SITH
OBJECTIVE: GARRISON
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: FIRING THE CANNON

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFT3mQVsGBY[/youtube]


Having spent her time lately in the all sister clan of Willamina training. Looking at her full armor to look at her now in a mirror her father wouldn't even know it was his little girl. Priding herself on the clan that taken her in. Looking once more before boarding the drop ship that would take her to the ground. Finding that the fire was heavy now. As she was seeing drops ships going down with a blazing fire one then two was that it couldn't be sure. It was herself in her full armor that waiting for touch down.

She would find her clan sister in this would be hard to do. As both her hip guns getting good at both hands and letting her guns doing the talking for her. [member="Allison Willamina"][member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Location: Drop Bay-Space-Rancor Puddy-Sith Garrison
Allies: The Mando'ade, [member="Allison Willamina"] [member="Skye Mertaal"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: The Sith and Dar'jetiise @Kasamann
Objective: Destroy the Sith Stronghold and March to take the City

Gilamar wasn't a warrior of glory, nor was he the quick witted pilot he used to be. Older now, and wiser he had taken a backseat in many battles since his rise as Mand'alor, preferring to battle alongside his brothers and sisters than to wrench command of all of them at once. This battle was no different. Teams had their leaders, their Rally Masters and Ori'ramikade to guide them. Now Gilamar stood within the black confines of the six-man drop pods the Mandalorians had taken to using to insert their troops. As the pod began to activate and light up around him it linked to his HUD as well as those of the other five Mando'ade that shared this space with him, each in their separate compartment. Tapping a few buttons on the screen to his left he perpped the pod for launch. <Check your weapons boys and girls. It's almost go time.> he said calmly.

The Sith had made the dire mistake of attacking Dromund Kaas, the mistake of attacking Aetan II and making the Mandalorians look fools to the rest of the Galaxy. They would pay the price in blood. His old eyes narrowed as he hit the release. The magnetic lock disengaged and the pod was sent plummeting down to the planet. A stray laser bolt struck the pod, sending it drastically off course. Cursing he struggled to regain control of the pod, straightening its landing trajectory before they hit atmosphere.

The pod rumbled and red emergency glowrods activated as sparks flew from the console. Power was out, for the most part, but the camera was still active and the link to the sensors to his HUD displayed a warning.

Approaching biosigns. Administering DANGER CLOSE warning to all friendlies nearby.

Landing Hazard detected. Continue Course?
Yes/No

The image of a large, bull Rancor attacking Mandalorian troops looped on his HUD. With a grunt he blinked his right eye, acknowledging and continuing course. The pod screached through the sky, plowing through the clouds, anti-aircraft flak exploding around the pod. <Hold on to your buckets vode! We're in for a rough landing!> A yip from one of the others that could have been fear or excitement, or both rang out as the bod neared its target. The red-hot pod plummeted at terminal velocity, landing, or rather crushing the beast as it roared.

A crunch and a violent pop-gurgle sound emanated from the once glorious hunter. Not even a whine of death could be emptied as death was near instantaneous. The pod hissed as the acids in the beast's stomach ate at the rubble and ate away at the repulsors of the drop pod. Doors broken but locks disengaged, Gilamar activated his K'uur jurkadir. A high pitched whine echoed form within the pod as the back mounted canon fired, blowing the door off of its durasteel hinges. Likewise the other five Mandalorians exited their respective sections and from the blackness of the pod, the Mand'alor stepped from his metal cage, looked from right to left, and leaped from the door and onto the finger of the once might beast, the weight of his armor crushing and splitting through the bone. Rifle ready and team assembled they joined the fight to the capital.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Pre-Fab Garrison
Allies: Mandos, [member="Allison Willamina"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Enemies: New Order [member="Kasamann"]

My BTK-599 drop pod rocketed down toward the ground in speeds I wasn't completely comfortable with, strike that... I was kriffin' terrified. Drop pods suck. Your maneuverability is just about zip and all ack-ack has to do is know how to count and shoot in a straight line. Still, they said that Mandal Motors built stuff to last, so here's hoping.

I'd never used one of these things before, so I went in with a lot. Strapped to my right thigh was a Czerka machine pistol. I wore the gunbelt of Bodo Baas slung bandolier style. I had my big ol' knife sheathed in it, plus innumerable extra plug n' fire cells, 9mm mags for the Czerka, and grenades for the underslung launcher on my BTI-CC13 carbine. Also, hanging from a clip on the bandolier was my ICA-AS, a portable, fully automatic shotgun in pint-size.

So I had a bunch of gear strapped to me, while hurtling toward the ground at Force-knew how fast while simultaneously getting shot at. Actually, I knew how fast we were dropping. It said on a display in my Terentatek-class Commando Armor helmet. I just didn't want to think about it.

Five other guys sat inside the drop pod. They were all Mandos. They were probably just as scared as I was, but I couldn't tell due to those blasted expressionless helms with the T-shaped visor.

"Hey," I muttered to one of them.

He didn't reply.

"Hey, when do you th-"

BOOM.

The landing clacked my teeth together and I came pretty close to swimming in my armor. Yeah, you know what I mean.
The door blew off its hinges and all the Mandos rushed out. I unclipped myself from the crash-webbing and belatedly followed suit. I walked out of the door just in time to see a full fledged bull rancor.

"HOLY SH-"

BOOM

A second drop pod fell red-hot from the sky like a meteorite and turned the rancor into a pink and red rain that pitter-pattered against the ground for a full five seconds, coating me in gore. I stood there in shock for a second, then grimaced and wiped my faceplate clear of the sludge. I nodded to the Mandos who leaped out of the drop pod, recognizing one of them by his armor as the Manda'lor. Man, did these guys know how to make a freakin' entrance.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Garrison Base
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: SIth
Objective: Destroy the base


Two things happened quickly. A rancor came down. Another thing happened. It got crushed by a drop pod. Preliat, shrugged, and continued to direct another volley of mortar fire. The mortar teams around him plugged the base's positions with more and more rounds, dropping destruction on the machine gun emplacements and defenses of the base. Preliat was now in range to use his SAW, and he dropped to a prone position, and grabbed the extra barrel from his pack, and laid it on the ground beside him, and began to engage the Sith forces that were now in sight. He turned to the mortar teams, and spoke on the radio.

"Drop two more volleys, HE on those entrenched positions! Move up, engage enemy!"Preliat began to pepper the area with his Hyperion weapon, littering the positions with bullets. He took out some of the troops there, but didn't do much damage besides suppression and making the Mandalorians look like they had more men then they actually had. The mortar teams prepared to fire their best round drop yet - their range was perfect, and they were zeroed in from the previous few barrages. After the next few volleys, the Mandalorians would be largely unchallenged in entering the base.


"If this keeps up, we'll be in the base in a few minutes!"Preliat said into the radio, squeezing the trigger of his SAW gently here and there. Few rounds here, few rounds there.

 

[Allison Willamina]

LOCATION: HANGER BAY
ALLIES: MANDALORIANS [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kable Detta"] [member="D-Man"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Kage CC-743"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Rianna Ordo"] [member="Garrus Garon"]
ENEMIES: SITH [member="Yruss Shien"] [member="Kasamann"]
OBJECTIVE: GARRISON

Allison did three things very quickly. She heard the sound of the rancor, turned to see it coming at her as the shoulder mounted cannon locked on and then stood there as a drop pod crashing into it. The cannon retracting a little as she walked over and looked at [member="Dak Canton"] and [member="Gilamar Skirata"] come out. Her face behind the armor one of a wicked smirk as her luck. He didn't need to impress she was just standing there a walking tank to cover the mand'alor himself and she turned. "Mand'alor." She stood tall and grabbed the door as she flung it into an approaching soldier group as more mortars came from the sky. She was now looking for someone to throttle and would provide the shield for the leader of all the clans.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

LOCATION: GARRISON BASE
ALLIES: SITH
ENEMIES: MANDALORIANS
OBJECTIVE: HOLD THE GARRISON BASE

Warning for the Mandalorian attack had been nonexistant. Melkaroth had known that they would retaliate for Dromund Kaas, none of them had known when. With no time to muster a fleet, Melkaroth had simply boarded his ship and made for the planet, arriving just before the first enemy drop pods. He had made his way to the garrison base, which he knew would come under attack from Mandalorian forces. Melkaroth now stood in one of the bases watchtowers, surveying the scene. He watched as the mortar volleys pounded the defenses, cutting through the Imperial lines.

Time to go to work.

Melkaroth made his way over to where a squad of S-90 MAAT gunships was preparing for launch. Boarding one of them, he activated his communicator.

"Gunship squadron Sierra-one-nine, cleared for launch. Objective is suppression of enemy mortars. Stop that artillery at all costs." Melkaroth's plan was to cut through the enemy lines and hopefully land his stormtroopers there, destroying the enemy artillery if possible. If the forward lines fell, the Mandalorians would be able to quickly advance to the base.

The gunship's engines thrummed loudly as it lifted into the air, along with six others. All in all, he had 180 stormtroopers to accomplish his task. They quickly reached the enemy lines, and began to open fire on the mortar positions. The composite lasers drew lines of destruction through the enemy ranks, while the blaster cannons kicked up dust and fire as each bolt struck the ground. Meanwhile, the sliding doors swung open, and the stormtroopers began to take shots at the infantry as the gunships circled around, strafing the enemy.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Dak Canton"]