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

[Matreya]

Location: Garrison
Allies: One Sith
Objective: Defend

Kasamann gave the Andolith equivalent of a smile. The Rancor had served its purpose. Yes at this moment the sludge, flung like an attack of its own, wasnt doing anything. But many of those struck by its infectious potentcy, wouldnt rid themself of it all, and over time find it seeping into orifices and wounds gathered. This would lead to a sickness, which would eventually lead to death and then reanimation.

Being legitametly ontop of the core blast, those about would find themselves eventually a Zombie if they didnt clean it off - and whom else knew of this?

Vanishing from sight, sensor, or any other form of tracking, Kasamann awaited his time to move.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Pre-Fab Garrison
Allies: Mando'ade, [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Allison Willamina"]
Enemies: New Order Fuglies [member="Melakoth Tyrin"], [member="Kasamann"]

I flicked a hunk of rancor meat off my shoulder, happy that the Terentatek-class Commando Armor I wore was environmentally sealed. You know, so it wouldn't let in toxins and chemicals and other stuff that could... oh, say, turn me into a zombie?

A bunch o' gunships took flight around the landing drop pods. They opened up with anti-personnel fire that had the Mandos and me duckin' for cover. Somebody got the bright idea to start using Man Portable Air Defense Systems, better known as MANPADs, and a few boys n' girls in beskar started shooting down the gunships with shoulder launched missiles.

Meanwhile, I took off toward the garrison with the rest of the Mando peeps. Plan: get in, blow things up, get out. You know, simple stuff. Mandos like simple stuff.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Garrison
Allies: One Sith
Objective: Defend

Kasamann moved silent, preternaturally so, amongst the masses. As he did so, gently pricked members of those whom did not have the same perfectly sealed suit. His tail, sharp as all hell, nicked where armor was open, seeking to let the ooze in as well as slice the slightest of cuts. Some men stopped and grabbed at necks and armpits, but by the time they turned to investigate he had moved on.

One opening to the blood stream, and in but a few moments there would be a group of Mandoa class soldiers charging to kill all. The men whom did get cut, wouldn't want to overtly complain or make a scene about a pain similar to a bee sting, so they would continue on with the rest of the unaffected. His army in the waiting.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Location: En Route to Sith Garrison
Enemies: New Order [member="Kasamann"]
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Allison Willamina"]

"Gilamar, something is moving around you." The femine VI spoke out to him.
Raising his brow in confusion he paused at the yelps and winces of a few men behind him, <What? I don't see anything.> "Switching you over to thermal sir." The helmet VI switched his HUD vision mode illuminating his vision with bright oranges and blues. Turning around a giant four legged beast stood behind them. <By the Manda!!> he shouted, spinning completely around, his cannon activating, his trigger finger already putting pressure on the trigger of his sonic rifle. His reaction caught the reaction of several other Mandalorians and Legionaries with him. <Thermal now!> he shouted as he fired on the massive beast.

Whatever this thing was, it would be dead soon. With this many Mandalorians around it. The recoil of his rifle firing in full auto rumbled through his armor. This thing was going down.
[member="Kasamann"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Thani city outskirts

The shuttle never made it into the city. I'm not quite sure exactly what happened. One moment we were fine, if being constantly jolted around to avoid AA fire constituted such a definition, the next the shuttle was in a tail spin, spewing flame and smoke, heading straight for the ground. I didn't know about the rest of the crew, but I didn't care to make my tomb a burning crater in the ground.

I jetpacked right out of the troop bay along with a few other fellows who seemed to have the right survival instincts. Sadly, as soon as I escaped the spiraling shuttle I was at a loss for direction. The incessant spinning must have discombobulated my senses, because I couldn't tell up from down. I tumbled through the air chaotically, thinking I was going to die.

The ground rushed up to meet me and I felt a sickening crunch as I slammed into the ground, shoulder first the pain of dislocation and multiple fractures screamed through my body and then I felt a blissful nothing.

When I awoke who knew how long later, my system had apparently begun the healing process. I was feeling better, if not yet completely whole. I got to my feet, staggering slightly and glancing around with a bewildered expression behind my unremarkable green-painted armor. It stood for duty, or some such idealistic nonsense. Ironic, I suppose.

A muffled, accented voice came from nearby, gravelly and gruff. "Kept 'old of ya' rifle, eh? True vod."

Oh, dead stars. It appeared I was not the sole survivor of the crash. My armored companion started heading toward the city.

"Keep going? Alone? Shouldn't we wait here for reinforcements or something?"

He turned back, "Mando'ade never give up. Who needs reinforcements, they'll just steal our glory! OYA!"

"From our corpses, maybe," I muttered darkly, "Look, see here, can't we just wait a moment-" I started to move in the opposite direction.

"Eh," he turned back, "Where do you think you're goin'? A vod would never run from battle."

A dropship was coming closer to us. No wait, a gunship. Those were New Order markings on it! The Mandalorian raised his blaster, his stanging blaster, to open fire on the heavily armed gunship. Blaster bolts spat out into the sky. Dead stars, he was going to attract attention to us! We would both be killed! Grimacing, I raised my own rifle to my shoulder and - at a distance of two paces - sent two bolts of searing plasma straight through the gap between helmet and and chestplate, putting a gaping, charred hole through the middle of the trachea. He stumbled backward, gurgling incoherently, before falling to the ground, where he lay spasming in the throes of death.

"Sorry, chap," I muttered, "but better you than me. You would've attracted the attention of that gunship and then we'd both be dead." I sighed and sat down in the brush. Battles raged in front of me inside the city and behind, inside the prefab garrison. I? I was comfortable staying right where I was... in fact, a nap sounded pretty good about now.

I lay down in the dense brush, listening to the smoldering wreckage of my shuttle as it crackled and burned, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

 

[Azrael]

Location: ​

Capital city of Thani​

Objective: ​

Dismantle Sith Forces, and liberate the city​

Allies: ​

The Mando'ade​

Enemies: ​

New Order of Dar'jetti​

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One era of the Sith and left this city, and the planet as a whole in ruin. The Dar'jetti of old had raized the face of Telos with orbital bombardment, decimating the landscape, pulverising the natural topography into a desolate ruin. Now, hundreds of years after the rebuilding of the planet had become just a distant memory, they came again. This time however they were not going up against the Jedi Order - this time they were facing a threat that had never bested, never defeated. This time they faced the full fury of the Mandalorians. For thousands of years the Mandalorian culture had held up against every thing thrown at them, and even when scattered around the Galaxy, they had never lost their way of life, their teachings, their culture or their home. The Sith may have the Force, may have the power to level a playing field, but they could not stand against the might of the Mando'ade. Azrael felt his half-breed blood rise with the anticipation as he raced to the Capital city of Thani. He knew they would prevail, he knew the Sith would falter under their might. He knew this because they were the Chosen Ones!

http://youtu.be/iyCEEAsMZEo​

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Ahead of the pack, and leading the charge, a quartet of Snake-eyes tumblers roared across the broad speeder lane that fell under the framework of the city proper. Engines roared and dust clouds rose behind them, as the sleek black bikes motored across the smooth surface. A road normally cluttered with land speeders and other traffic was mostly barren since the Sith had arrived. It was always a curious thing to know that whenever the dar'jetti took placement on a world, the quality of life fell down the tubes. The Mandalorians only bolstered life, and raised it to thrive and strive for better things. Digits gripped the throttle and propelled it forward moving into a loosely shaped flying 'V' formation as they moved under archways and rounded the curves. A strike team upon the city which would shortly be followed by some rather impressive artillery and strength that the vode were known for. Azrael took left of center point and moved with his team in sweeping serpentine maneuvers that wound themselves closer towards the city's main thoroughfare.

They came out of the fog, out of the thick mist that rolled like silent death over the city. With aide from their Night-sister witches, the cover of the mist caused their appearance to be sudden and unannounced, trailing the white mist behind them as if their own bikes were creating the dense covering of climate change. Breaking through the mist itself, the tall hundred meter towers shown in the distance, in gleaming silver and polished brass hues. Mixed throughout the sky scrapers were the smaller densely packed regions. The group broke formation once more, and two went to the right, leaving Azrael and his partner to move to the left. Up ahead the blockade was in place, the dar'jetti had sequestered themselves in preventing economy, freedom, and travel through the inner courts of the city itself. What it wasn't going to prevent..was the Mandalorians.

Laser cannon fire erupted from the bikes, peppering the blockade in twin passes. Practiced maneuvers on the bikes on both ends strafed the stronghold in repeated fashion, not allowing time to regroup or rest, making the blockade structure weaken with each pass. This however was just an attention grabbing stunt as the next pass on each side of the blockade a metallic sphere vaulted up and over the blockade and clinked down on the other side. Force-breaker grenades were lobbed up and over the barriers to detonate within and cause the connection to those sensitive to the Force to be disabled for a good amount of time itself. These four were just the welcoming committee though, and what was to come next was the real part of the city upheaval. While the Sith garrison base held most of their troops, and a good number were still in orbit above, the city itself was bound to be the least setup to deal with the Mandalorians and their storm of Thani.

:: We've got their attention Ori'vod, let's put on a show. :: Azrael commented to his party channel, informing [member="Ordo"] that they were ready for the second wave.


[member="D-Man"] [member="Jaden Taacyn"]

 

[Ordo]

LOCATION: Ash'amur-class Star Destroyer outter Hull.
OBJECTIVE: Liberation of Telos IV, assault Capital city
ALLIES: Mandalorian troops, Ori'ramikade
ENEMIES: New Order and affiliated persons


The infinite black held the fleet in its tender embrace as Ordo sat in his besu'liik's saddle. His black armor was his only protection. 15 centimeters of beskar plate strong enough to take a direct hit from a starship laser and not break. His eyes scanned the world below as his drop wi dow neared. His HUD counted down as he prepared to drop toward the waiting capital city. The sith had enslaved this world with their debauched excuse for a government. Now Ordo and his vode had come to wrest it from thier feeble grasp.

10...

It was the calm before the storm now. Life existed in the dead silence of the void. The tempest that was waiting below was no more than a speck on a slowly turning wolrd filled with people that wanted nothing more than to be left alone.

9...

Ordo noted that no evacuation was being declared no streams of transports left the world below. There was no concern for the people they dominated. Ordo had personally seen to the relocation of the survivors of dromund kaas, now Mando Kaas.

8...

Yet here, while facing the Mando'ade, knowing as they did that the destroyers of worlds had come, no evacuation. No they would hide behind civilians as they always do.

7...

A final gear check was in order:
Long handled Beskar great axe? Check.
Beskad? Check.
MX-1 shatter rifle? Check.
Mandalorian Ripper MK II? Check.
Gladiator assault rifle? Check.
Lightsaber? Check.
Grenades? Check.
Unbreakable determination? Always.

6...

The 4 meter tall wardroid took its first steo unbidden by its rider. The were amazing things besu'liik. They were nearly as intelligent as many considered the brutes that dared ride them. Their programming was nearly as closly gaurded as beskar smithing, both of which Ordo was intimately aquainted with. Very few could smith beskar as well as he and only slightly more had spent as much time with the wardroids.

5...

Another step forward, another step toward the battle that waited below. He thought of his dear riduur, [member="Rianna Ordo"]. She was never far from his thoughts these days and now that she had left the Jedi she had joined him on Mandalore. In times passed he had held no plans of returning home when he went to battle, but now, the sith would have to pry the last breath from his lungs with the combine power of the black holes in the Maw.

4...

He gave a look back at the bridge as his mount went upon high and stepped to the edge to see the world below.

"Oya." He said to his vod and semi adopted buir [member="Ember Rekali"].

3...


The droids legs bent servos compressing the hydraulic shocks that would soon expand and launch them forth.

2...

His eyes closed for a moment and then opened with the cool distant gaze of a vetren warrior.

1...

The servos expanded, sent them forward thrusters firing and they descended in a rapidly deteriorating orbit through flack and blossoming laser blast. It was no longer time for reflection. It was no longer time for doubts fears and that ilk. It was time for spirit and discipline. It was time for honor and courage. It was time for battle and there would be nothing spared by the cold hand of war.

Down, down, down they soared pulled by the gravity of the very planet they sought to release from oppression and darkness. The world below pulled Ordo and his mount like a desperate victim begging for the hand of its savior. The resistance of atmosphere soon greeted him and the bright glow of entry burn grew on his droids hull. His black armor began to glow orange then white at the very front as he dropped until finally when his own skin started to feel the intense heat they broke into clouds. The moisture of the cloud cover turned to steam leaving a white trail behind them making the war machine and his mount resemble a meteor coming to find its rest on the waiting world.

A small correction of his approach vector was all that was required to send him on a collision course with the huge capital building. The droids repulsors engagedas they neared and the engine whined like an angst filled teenager playing an holonet rokeplaying game, but unlike the teen they over came and crashed on the flat topped roof.


The droid lunged to the edge and Ordo removed his beskar axe from the maglock mountings. With a final lunge the beast was once again airborn. Shock rod generators fired the beam from its nose, that was strong enough to cut into a star destroyers hull if close enough, straight for the back of a sith blockade in a main street below. Small concusion missiles fired at the unsuspecting line causing chunks of body and street to relocate to a safer distance. The droid smashed into the permacrete. Its beskar claws rending the hard street like a ploughshare rends a waiting field for sowing. The first of likely many Sith Knights flung himself at Ordo. His used of a violent force jump and two handed over hand strike showed the hints of djem so. He threw himself at Ordo and like a wave that toss3s itself on the sshore was sent back the way it came, but unlike the wave he would not be returning. The speed and strength of Ordo's force enhanced swing combined with the weight and sharp edge of the axe had their work complete in moments as the Sith tumbled cleaved assunder to each side of the droid.

"Surrender now, or everything dies." Ordo announced emotionlessly from the droids back.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Spoiler

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.

[/SIZE]

Location: Hangar Bay on board [member="Ember Rekali"]'s flagship
Objective: Operate as a starship pilot, generally cause trouble IC'ly
Allies: Ember Rekali, [member="Anija Ordo"], @Mandos
Enemies: @Sith

Betna sat in the cockpit of his Bes'uliik starfighter as he went over the last of his preflight checks. He'd opted to stay off the ground for this fight and, instead, decided he'd take to the stars and skies today. He was a good pilot and had a good ship, he could probably do a fair bit of damage and survive the event.

As he ran through the electrical checks, he thought back to his conversation with [member="Ordo"] not long ago. It didn't distract him from his work, there was too much muscle memory, but it did occupy the back of his mind. Was it time? Was it now? Should he wait? What if the worst happened? Was he overthinking this? Was he not thinking this through enough? All of the questions. Perhaps he'd know soon...

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: En Route to Pre-fab Garrison, Thani outskirts
Allies: [member="Allison Willamina"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Enemies: [member="Kasamann"]

People started dropping all around me, screaming. What in the black reaches of- I caught the Mand'alor's words across the comm and I switched to thermal vision. There! A giant cold spot in the shape of... a horse? What kinda freakshow were these New Order fuglies running? Rancors, horses, what was next a kriffin' dragon?

I snapped my BTI-CC13 carbine up to my shoulder and squeezed the trigger. The high whine of the blaster screeched through the air and the muzzle spat out a salvo of red lancets of energy that zipped straight for the formerly invisible Mr. Carrot-Breath

 

[Matreya]

Location: Capital
Allies: Mandoa
Objective: Destroy the city

Damien sensed a mighty drop, a being of intense power fell overhead..

Looking up he chuckled, "Of course its Master [member="Ordo"], what did I expect?" Damien murmured as he ignited Nox's saber, deflecting back several shots that came his way from nearby Sith. These weakling imbeciles would bear no potential to Lord Voracitos, and as such, meant nothing to him. They were unguided, swift to act, slow to plan. The perfect target to slay on the battle field.

Leveling his Betty Pistol, he fired a single shot, while blocking a blow that came from an armed civilian. Force Pushing the innocent aside, Damien turned and saw his shot had blown clear through the cranium of his target. The hole left behind smoked and sizzled, while the body gasped as it let free the las breath it would ever hold. With a flourish, Damien blocked another few shots that came his way, sending back at their progenitor's..

With that, he tapped into the full might of Ergast, on a level unattempted yet. Fully opening himself to the Darkness, he called to it like a babe its mother. His eyes grew hazy then a darkened grey turned jet black, his hair whipped about himself against the onslaught, while his Coat seemed almost unaffected. Flesh peeled back around his eyes, showing the muscle beneath before healing and repeating the previous.

Moving with a determined gait, Damien neared his enemies, his power through the roof. But he wasnt in a hurry, for he instead spent minor bursts of energy enhancing his speed to intense levels - moving so fast it actually physically hurt.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Perimeter of Garrison
Allies: Sith
Objective: Defend

Snaking his tail around, he wrapped it clean against the throat of a Mandalorian nearby and jerked him aside. Using the body for cover, he moved away from the shots as they came. The job was done, the Mandalorians would have Zombies wearing their armor now, even though they had spotted him.

Like that, he moved away from the battle. Once far enough away that a precise shot couldnt be promised, Kasamann released the body and charged full speed away.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Ayra"]

The two-parallel-plane wall of battle took a stable form, ships of the wall ready to soak up damage, and smaller vessels (bombers, gunships, flak frigates, patrol craft) taking shelter behind them.

"Long-range sensor report from the Tegaanalire, sir. There's another ship, outside standard sensor range. None of our other ships even have a blip. Command ship scale, but it doesn't read like anything in the logs. Density and radiometrics are all wrong."

"Approach vector?"

"None yet, sir. Biding its time."

"Sounds like a long-range weapons platform, maybe. We continue as before. Bear formation to port another fifteen degrees; we're closing in on weapons range. Fire on my command, and only my command. Priority target is the nearest of the two missile-platform heavy cruisers. I want sympathetic detonations ripping it apart as soon as we get into prime turbolaser range. We'll take a pounding from the XoXaan's, but we can handle it. Adjust fighter screen to clear fire lanes."

Should the wall of battle continue uninterrupted, it would be positioned at about two o'clock from the Sith formation's perspective, firing broadsides into the nearest Broadside at long but manageable range. The Sith vessels had an opportunity here: the Mandalorian ships were knife fighters and capable of handling normal ranges, but packed no long-range turbolasers or hypervelocity guns or any such things.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Ember Rekali"] |

Thoughts and numbers whirled through the Dark Lord of the Sith, as she sat in the throne. She was interconnected to each ship, each commander hearing her and vice versa. It came to her attention that the Mandalorians were targeting the Broadside II-class assault cruisers, judging by the preliminary reports issued to their commands and the vector in which the ships were closing in.

She tapped into the minds of the commanders across the fleet. "Deploy our TIE Viper's just behind the Cyracuse. Have our TIE Agitator's on stand by; and deploy our Archer Gunships around our Pellaeon. When their starfighter's come in, we'll annihilate them with the long range power of the Archer's and our Point-Defense lasers."

"The Cyracuse is to deploy it's TIE Detonators just ahead of the fleet, ahead of the Broadside's that they are closing in on. Commence long range firing on the Mandalorian fleet. You are free to fire at will. Have our Annihilator craft ready for deployment on my next transmission."

With the precautions made, Ayra allowed the thoughts to drain from her for a moment. She was but a Human and not the Graug that was meant to sit in this seat. Pain gripped her mind, but she fought past it. Her forces were now long range firing with their long range cannons; and the TIE Viper's would intercept the enemy screens when they are in firing range. The Archer's had the capacity to pick off enemy fighters and shuttles as well; and could be used to take out armaments once in range.

But the key to her strategy, as they had been created for, were the Annihilator-class boarding shuttles. The closer the Mandalorians came, the closer their ultimatum came; and then, of course, there was the Omen that was waiting in the background, bidding it's time.

Waiting for the lessors to pick off the enemy long enough for it to strike and rain all manners of destruction and chaos.

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

Telos IV - Northern Polar Icecap:

A massive ground battle was taking place in one of Telos IV's polar regions, a Mandalorian Red Legion strike force found itself under a brutal and relentless assault from a regiment of Imperial Snowtroopers, some of the finest troops in the New Order's arsenal, backed up by a large armored division of AT-AT's and AT-ST's. They were led by Commander ''Deaths Head'' Rykal, an infamous tactician in the Imperial Military and Darth Vornskr's Blackblades, from within his command AT-AT on the frontlines.

The Red Legion forces barely had time to set up adequate defenses around their landing zone by the time the walkers had arrived, which blasted death down upon them like hellfire, culling many soldiers from their ranks. Those who survived the fire raining down from the large AT-AT's were soon mopped up by the Snowtrooper divisions, things were looking bleak indeed for the Red Legionnaires.

[member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Garrison Base
Enemies: New Order, @Melakoth Tyrin
Allies: Mando'ade, [member="Aedan Miles"]


Rockets and bolts rained on the mortar positions. The mortar crews were smart, the mortars were not worth their lives. However, they did not all escape with their lives and equipment, and some of them were blasted to smithereens. Preliat was thrown off of his feet, slamming into the dirt as the gunships circled around them. Preliat had no chance here, and fired a rocket, well, the only rocket, he had from his jetpack. He was hoping to save it for later, but that was not going to happen now. He had to act fast, and he remembered - brotherhood. [member="Aedan Miles"], was, a pretty good Mandalorian brother. And more importantly, a damn good fighter pilot. And in the air, somewhere. Preliat grimaced, taking cover as the gunships continued to rain fire down on what remained of the mortar positions- which at this point, was nearly non-existent. He covered his head as the explosions raked over his positions and men.

Preliat, meanwhile, picked up his SAW and continued to pepper the New Order defenses with fire.


"I need air support now! Multiple enemy gunships! Mortar support down, I repeat, mortar teams are down!"

 

[Steel Eyes]

LOCATION: GARRISON
OBDECTIB: DESTROY THE SOFT SKINS OF THE TIN CAN TRIBE
EMERNIES:[member="Dak Canton"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
ALLIBIES: [member="Kasamann"]

"RAAAAAAAWRRRRRRRG!" he screamed full of violent intent as he walked out of the garrison and into the space between the Sith and Mando forces.

'The little things and their armor suits must die' he thought as he weny forth to gain sacrifices for the gods. His pale white skin and violent yellow eyes were a testament to the big ball of hate that was Rawrg the Graug. In one hand he carried a E-11b and the other held a Graug warblade.

He swung striking an errant sith trooper who had crossed his path sending streams on sanguine liquid streaming from nose and ears as he headed for the Mandalorians. It was time to fight a feast on the bones of his enemies.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Garrison Base
ENEMIES: @Melakoth Tyrin
ALLIES: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Aedan Miles was indeed in the air leading a squadron of Naast Missile Boats their secondary launchers loaded with proton bombs. As they flew towards the Garrison to bombard the enemy garages that held the tanks. As they neared their target they got the request for air support and Aedan signaled his squadron to follow him as they came about preparing for ship to ship combat in atmosphere. They neared the area where the gunships were flying low and at high speeds their targeting computers marking targets as they appeared finally the missile boats pulled up and launched 2 missiles apiece before opening fire with their laser cannons. The young man in the lead ship smirked as his gunner fired and he dove them under a gunship as their missiles hit it sending its remains tumbling to the ground. Pulling up the young man killed engines long enough to bring him around and then he kicked in their repulsor lift floating there he started to target the various ships around them and fire missiles at them each. As one of them started to fire at him he kicks their engines to full dodging the weapons fire by sheer speed from a stop and he dives under the enemy snarling as he sees two Naast Missile boats go down.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Drop pod, Outskirts of garrison
Objective: ODST on enemies
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: New Order

Canal heard from a Mandolorian mercenary that worked for the Protectorate that soon that the Mandolorians would be invading the New Order. He had heard of the empire but not only has he heard of them he also fought against them. Once upon a time when he was with the Liberty Concord they had a battle against them. A battle that split up some of the group especially important people such as Keziah. Ever since then he hated that group and wanted to see them fall just like the Empire.

"Prepare yourself men. We're gonna land with a drop pod," the force dead clone said to his personal squad who were wearing the phrik armor that Canal made. They were on board a Mandolorian cruiser and soon would land on planet side.

"Deploy."

And was dropped. He hoped that no one would vomit after dropping to the planet. No one said a word and just waited until they would hit the ground. Finally, there was an impact and after the green light the squad of ex-dread guard exited. "Remind me to use a gunship," Nuke said via comm link. They didn't noticed that they landed on a group of undead Mandolorians which killed the zombies.

"Move it!" And they ran towards where the battle was. "Hunter, you stay back and snipe for us. Nuke, Wrecker, you're with me," and with the Protectorate spec ops slugthrower he shot at a group of zombies who's were wearing Mandolorian armo along with blaster fire from Nuke and Wrecker from the Protectorate blaster rifle version 2. "Is there anyone near these coordinates?" The clone said in a comm link to the other Mandolorian warriors, "cause I'm just getting zombies not Sith."

 

[Basaba Willamina]

LOCATION: Straddling wardroid
ALLIES: MANDALORIANS
[member="Ordo"] [member="Rianna Ordo"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]
ENEMIES: SITH
OBJECTIVE: CITY

Basaba looked as the wardroid moved through the city and let out a primal roar from her seat. The sith troopers below face ones thing the shockwave generator as they got close and were sent back. Her hand opening the crate and grabbing the MK 1 bolter while she spoke into the comlink. "Vod Countess, time for your trial by fire. Get down here and take control." She looked at the Yaim'la incoming and opening its doors as the Willamina sisters stood there with jet packs and grapples. They were ready to begin the assault on the city and were armed to the teeth while she felt it buzz and the team jumped out landing on the large frame of the wardroid that towered over everything.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

Melkaroth gritted his teeth as the gunship shook violently from some sort of impact--evidently the sheilds had stopped the worst of it, as they were still alive, but nonetheless the gunship began to spiral uncontrollably downwards. Melkaroth activated his communicator, contacting the commander of the front line trenches.

"We need AA covering fire, commander! Now!" Melkaroth looked about wildly. The pilot of the gunship was madly trying to get the damn thing under control, but he was only slowing their descent. "All crews, set down! Set down!" he yelled into his communicator. The ground was whizzing past them as the gunship flew almost on its side, loosing height with every second. There was nothing else for it. With a yell of anger Melkaroth flung himself out of the open door, with some of the braver stormtroopers following. He hit the ground hard, his metal feet kicking up a cloud of dust. The stormtroopers landed less gracefully, but their battle armor saved them from serious injury. Melkaroth looked to the side and watched as the gunship ploughed into the ground, skidding for a good ten meters before finally coming to a stop. There was a deafening boom as another gunship exploded above them, showering them with shrapnel. The other two had managed to land relatively intact. 90 men left out of 180, at best.

Melakroth was of a mind to retreat as soon as possible, but there were still enough enemies there that they would be cut to pieces if they tried. He had to do away with what was left of the enemy assault here before they could fall back. Melkaroth drew his twin blaster rifles and stepped forth into the thick of it, blasting away mericlessly at the mandalorian warriors. Blaster bolts whizzed by him constantly--soldiers, both friendly and hostile, fell left and right.

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