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

[Marcus Tritum]

LOCATION: near the Pre-Fab Garrison, outskirts of the city
ENEMY: [member="Rawrg"]
ALLY: [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Straight after firing the first round I was already taking another grenade from my bandolier and reloading the underbarrel launcher. The big lumbering behemoth didn't seem like he was about to slow down anytime soon. Blaster bolts didn't do a whole lot apparently. The thing was big. Big and smart. Bad, bad combo. Oh, and he was running right at me. The image of my stylishly blowing him to bits with a single grenade wasn't exactly working out the way it had gone in my head.

The 40mm slid into the launcher and I started to raise my carbine. Wait was he throwing his-

"Oh stang," was all I could mutter as a gigantic sword whirled toward me, end over end.

I tried to move, but the big hunk of metal slammed into me. The ring of metal on metal screeched through the air and I got taken off my feet with a massive WHUMP. The blade didn't punch through my phrik armor, but I felt as though something had broken in my upper torso. From where it hit I was guessing the second or third rib on my right side was fractured. Maybe both. Substantial bruising too. I dunno how I managed to process all that info, years of training I guess, 'cause all I could see were flashing stars and my body throbbed with blinding pain.

The wind was knocked out of my lungs and it took a couple of breaths to get it back in, but by that time he was almost on me. The Mand'alor opened up right about then with his blaster canon, plugging away. From where I lay on the ground I figured I had as good a shot as any. I lifted my carbine and fired the 40mm frag right at the fugly. I'd probably be caught in the blast radius. My armor was rated to withstand those kind of forces, but I doubted I'd be let off without catching a few bits of shrapnel and maybe some blast damage. The other guy would look worse, which - considering- would be a pretty big feat.

At least, I hoped.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

Location: Assaulting the eastern wall, almost through the whole
Enemies: Any New Order resistance, [member="Rawrg"]
Allies: The Mando'ade
Objective: Wipe out the Sith in the Garrison
Auxiliary objective: Reinforce [member="Aedan Miles"]

The assault was successful, forty remaining survivors were crashing down at each flank, the gas grenade had done its job. The attackers were slower, and off guard with disorientation, three quarters the way, was the attacking force. The mandalorians at a decent pace, suddenly another round had come out, it was an explosive round, fired at the center of the wall. The brute aimed it carefully enough, so the center of the wall would topple down, giving an entrance for the mercenary commander, and his men who followed, to save there fellow mandalorians trapped. The explosion gave a narrow hole, allowing five men at once to enter. Skosk, had to hurry, his boys took eight more casualties, leaving thirty two men left. The muscular hulk was tired, his armor weighed him down enough, to were his jog became slower, this was a hard attack.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Ember's Flaship - Parjai - Medical Bay.

Rianna had held her breath the moment [member="Ordo"] had headed toward the surface. It was never known what day could be the last day and she knew her Riduur well he loved a good fight he loved the roar of battle. If anyone knew what she knew, she controlled her fear over what could happen to him to remain balanced without having a meltdown over someone you love facing odds that could take their life was as difficult as any test she had endured as a Knight.

As he issued the ultimatium to the Sith she listened intently acceptance from one. Rianna went into action she immediately began to put together two small groups to go to the surface to help with any wounded mandalorians and civilians. All while muttering to herself and remembering the time at the Garden House.

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

Location: The Capital Building
Allies: The New Order
Enemies: The Mandalorians, [member="Ordo"]

A transmission was relayed to the capital building from the command AT-AT Rykal was stationed in, before being played out across loudspeakers around the capital. ''Enemies of the New Order, hear me now. You have come here to die. Our faith in our cause is with us and we are invincible. Our soldiers will strike you down. Our war machines will crush you under their treads. Our mighty guns will bring the very sky crashing down upon you. You cannot win, so make yourselves ready. We are the New Order, and on this day, we will be victorious!'', the voice spoke out with both pride and determination. Upon the end of his heroic speech, a surge of blaster fire and anti-armor rockets reigned down upon Ordo and his Mandalorians from the windows of the capital building.

[member="Rianna Ordo"]
[member="Skosk Fett"]
[member="Dak Canton"]
[member="Ordo"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Garrison Base​

Enemies: Sith​

Allies: Mandalorian​

Objective:​

Kill.​

​

[member="Melakoth Tyrin "]got peppered with bolts, and Preliat stood up, snarling at the prospect that Sith dared to challenge him. He watched the bolts impact the Sith who neglected to defend them, and grinned beneath his helmet. He broke into a sprint, picking up a fallen soldier's rifle, checking it's ammo, before sprinting for the Garrison base. Bolts, rounds, and whatnot, peppered around him. His shawl that hung around his neck flapped in the wind as he leaped over the piles of dead troopers that his mortar teams had taken out. And when Preliat was inside, those in front of him, began to drop like flies.

He moved like a terrifying demon out of an old story, slashing, shooting, and kicking his way what remained of the enemies in the base. He grabbed one Sith by the face, breaking his neck in a sharp twist, followed by sticking the rifle in the man's chest, shooting until the barrel was stuck in his chest. He removed his dual Westar-34s again, peppering any Sith that drew their heads upwards or from out of cover.


"DIE, DIE! DIE!"

Any force sensitives, anyone who was an empath, would pick up on the rage as if it were some black hole, sucking in all the air around it. Preliat was in a sort of battle rage, an unstoppable entity now. He was only concerned with killing and dismembering, and he was doing a damn fine job at it. He roared as he squeezed the trigger, over and over, and over, until the piles of bodies started to dwindle.

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Anija Ordo"]
Ember's Flaship - Parjai - Damage Control Bay



Underneath closed lids green eyes darted back and forth in REM sleep. The dreams that formed in the dark recesses of her mind slowly surfaced, images of death screamed at her. She knew that she could not get under their skin they had none. But they lumbered toward her in the dream sweat covered her from brow to foot before the sun bleached white hand of bones could touch her she sat up, wide eyed gathering her breath. "dammit" She calmed herself, knowing that her rest time was up she washed her face with cold water.

The splash woke her up further still gathering her wits about her she went in search of Anija, her sister. They were fortunate to be on this ship of Ember's he had been her Buir mentor and buir held him in the highest regards. She was moving through the hall grabbing someone from engineering asking them quickly if they knew where Anija was right now. They pointed and gave directions. Oh she knew instinctively this could not be good if Anija was working with the shields.

With caution she entered the room where Anija was to be working, "An'ika, you here?" She called out.

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Thani - Capital City. Three-hundred meters away from Damien.
Allies: Mando'ade - [member=Ordo]
Enemies: Dar'jetii - [member=Daichi] | [member="Commander Rykal"]
Objectives: Save Ordo.

Here Come The Fireworks. . .

Lily Rose took a step back, sliding the anti-material rifle over her shoulder. She held her breath. She didn't think but acted. She always hated this moment, but it was the fastest way to the ground, and she needed to get there now to find out about this surrender. She wouldn't kill those who would willingly give up. That wasn't fun. Her legs pumped, propelling her forward. She launched herself out the window of the seventy-third floor. The ground seemed to race towards her as she fell, opening her arms and legs wide. Her eyes glanced across her visor, activating the jetpack boosters. Where she was once about to face certain death, she was now soaring down the street. Her legs lowered as she came to a slow descent by Ordo's side.

Her head snapped at the sound of a foreign transmission. ''Enemies of the New Order, hear me now. You have come here to die. Our faith in our cause is with us and we are invincible. Our soldiers will strike you down. Our war machines will crush you under their treads. Our mighty guns will bring the very sky crashing down upon you. You cannot win, so make yourselves ready. We are the New Order, and on this day, we will be victorious!'' A single thought came to mind - this wasn't good. Thrusters burst to life as blaster fire reigned down upon them from the capital building. Anti-armor rockets raced after Ordo. She shot through the air, slashing past Ordo and in the path of the rockets. She had no idea what she was going to do, but she had to act fast. The few heat-signature rockets suddenly switched path, following the burst of her jetpack as she spirally high into the sky. She reached down to her the holstered MP-77 at her hip, tugging it free with urgency. She allowed her instincts to guide her aim. As she rose higher and higher, the rockets were closing in. She didn't think. She acted. Her finger slapped against the trigger, annihilating the rockets that had howled after her.

 

[Steel Eyes]

[member="Dak Canton"] [member="Skosk Fett"]

Rawrg was at this point was nearing the Mandalorians. His heavy steps pounded on the ground and his arms pumped like pistons as he ran at the smooth skin ugly things. He wore nearly no armor and had the turning radius of a star destroyer at this pace. He watched as the creature in the black armor moved to open fire on him and his eyes widened further as the 40 freakin mike mike grenade launched at his perfectly sculpted features and heavenly physique.

'I should have thought this through.' he thought briefly as the rounds closed on him. His brief life flashed before his eyes as he opened his mouth to scream.

The grenade due to intense amounts of cosmic humor flew into his gaping maw as the Mand'alor's rounds began tugging at his flesh and taking it to alternate locations. His eyes widened as he stopped suddenly and swallowed.

"Not Good." he said as he looked at the enemy lines with wide eyes.

A brief muffled rumble was heard for a moment and the Rawrg promptly went to pieces...

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Commander Rykal"]

"Be silent, you old fool." Daichi's tone had soured then. His blue eyes gazed around to watch the missiles as they came down. So they chose to attack, even with an ally below. Foolish. A single hand raised upwards to meet the incoming missiles, and he gripped them. With a flick of the wrist he turned them, letting the shots fly harmlessly to the atmosphere. An audible sigh came from him before he, too, before he, too, went into the coms. His voice spoke out loud and clear, easily heard by all the New Order and the invaders.

"The New Order is to vacate the planet and the skies at once. Those who remain have committed treason and will be marked as enemies. I will not have any one else die on the whims of an insane emperor who is no longer around."

It didn't take long for the New Order to retreat then. Soldiers who were tired of loosing their brothers, men and women who just want to return to their families. Even the civilians let out a cheer as the New Order left. Daichi turned his gaze back to [member="Ordo"], a frown present on his face.

"If we as Sith are to survive, we too need to change. Leave us to, or the next time you fight us, it will not be defending a planet. We will resist foe our way of life. To live how we wish to, without outside forces dictating yes or no. If we cannot win, we will be sure as hell to take as many of you down as we can."

Daichi turned then, slipping his hands into his pockets. There was no more reason to stay on the planets surface. Well, there was one thing left. [member="D-Man"] .

 

[Ordo]

[member="Daichi"]

Ordo looked at the missiles and the man who had stopped them. It was a nice trick but Ordo had seen the like many times. He looked at the man and shook his head.

"I can promise that you can leave," Ordo said through his helmet, "And I can promise that I will talk to the Rest of the clans and Mand'alor, but I can't promise that we will sit by when reports of some of your "Peoples" actions begin reaching us. If you really want to live life as you say then go prove it. I won't stop you."

Ordo began walking his droid toward the capital building and dismounted. With a pat and a hand signal the lifted off and went to join the Group of medics and rescue teams run by his riduur [member="Rianna Ordo"]. Ordo had little more to say. He could make efforts and as a man of his word he would indeed do as e had promised but he was not the only clan chief and many of the Sith this man was now stuck with were little more than sexual deviants with force sensitivity. However, he would wait for the man to leave and then if he had too he would go cut the good commander out of his tin can and send him on his way.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Capital
Enemies: Everyone ([member="Daichi"] | @ordo)

Slowly eating away at the memories of all minds he made contact with, in the same fashion Voracitos had done to him so many times. It was now a well versed ability in his arsenal, and combined with Mind Control, is quite effective. Many minds, some young and dull or old while feeble, began to assimilate within his own, engorging his intellect, while confusing his soul with so many absorbed personalities.

Bodies dropped, and still Damien fought to turn himself away from the attack, to save the lives of the innocent. Nothing changed however, he continued to spread further and further outward in an ever expanding radius. Darkness swirled against his peripheral, his front, and all around, charging his power higher.

"Ergast! You are at my will! You will cease!" Damien yelled, but the man ignored him completely.

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

By the time the confrontation at the capital had been stopped, the Commander had conveniently left the planet aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer, retreating back to his research station in New Order space to rest and make plans for the inevitable trouble he'd find on his doorstep sooner or later.

[member="Daichi"]
[member="Ordo"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Mandalore, Keldabe City

Strider was sipping tap caf while reading the reports from the current mandalorian campaign against the New Order on Telos. The old Field marshal was pleased with the outcome. The Sith had buckled and abandon that chunk of the Hydrian way for the Mando'ade to grasp. Shame that the seasoned warrior wasn't their in person to watch his warrior's crush the weak sith before them, but he was back at home plotting the next strike.

Using his datapad Strider would fire off a quick message to @Ordo:

["Oya Ord'ika! Oya!! I am pleased to hear the success of this mission, please relay my gratitude to our vode in victory"]​

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Arla Balor"]
Ember's Flagship - Parjai - Shield Control

Anija swore softly to herself as she watched the energy levels on the shield console continue to fluctuate. eventually, they evened out. Then, she leaned back and rubbed her eyes. Unless she was wrong, the fire from the Sith fleet was.. stopping. She almost couldn't believe what she'd heard over Ordo's vid feed. She fiddled with the control console again, making sure the shields were holding steady before she killed her hologram of the space battle almost guiltily and looked up at Arla. "Aye, I'm over here..." She called out, waving to her sister from where her console was in the corner.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

The Liberty's Veil, undetectable by any means, hovered at the edge of the system. The Senator of Eshan most certainly should not be here, but here he was nonetheless, in one of the most advanced stealth ships ever designed. Unarmed, of course. He was here to bear witness, not to kill. Not this time, anyway.

A rather ridiculously large quantity of Equivox sat behind him, in medical-grade containment. Copies of SCINET stood ready.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: City Outskirts

I woke up with a start and sat up groggily. "Ungh, whassgoinon?" Blinking rapidly, I peered through my t-visor just in time to witness a rather incredible event. New Order vessels were fleeing away from the city in a tactical, organized retreat.

'Well," I said, smiling, "I looks like I missed the battle."

Mission success.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Anija Ordo"], in the engineering section of the Ash'amur-class Star Destroyer Parjai, would be noticing moderate fluctuation and minor drain. The Mandalorian fleet outmatched the New Order forces by about a thousand guns, and the Ash'amur command ship was weathering the storm pretty well, all things considered. Ember was glad, though, to have his student keeping the shields in tip-top shape.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

The experimental and constantly-experimented-upon sensor suite of the cloaked Liberty's Veil began pulling in all manner of interesting data from across the system. The New Order command ship, the one hanging back from the battle -- likely for an upcoming microjump to sandwich the Mando forces, in which case a really stupid amount of gunships and full wall of battle broadsides would make it go away pretty fething quickly -- set off all manner of alerts. Rel began a more intensive scan, at range.

"Biotech, but not wholly...cyborg command ship. Will wonders never cease..."

 

[Basaba Willamina]

[member="Strider Garon"]

Basaba looked at what had happened and she climbed off the wardroid while strolling. The sith resistance had been.... laughable as she stopped and sat down taking her helmet off. The need for her weapons and wardroid almost seeming like it was far to much. Turning to see Strider sipping caf she spoke. "Remember the pinkie." That joke had a glare... a humerous glare but she was still wondering what to do now as Countess was having her fun on the wardroid learning to use it.

 

[Allison Willamina]

@Aeden Miles

Allison had made it through the garrison, Aedan's beacon from crashing into the place. Even the sith were now leaving as she crashed through another wall again and popped her neck in the suit. ONe last wall and she was back outside looking at the wrecked ship and digging into it. The comlink was reporting they had gotten the sith into retreat and that was good enough for her she guessed.... "Aedan Miles wake up." Her hands started moving the wrecked ship searching for her husband.