A Hela Good Time (Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Hela (AE22)

[Yasha Cadera]

A Hela Good Time
Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Hela (Hex AE22)

Brazen pirates struck an outpost between Wayland and Mandalore. Raiding the station for slaves and supplies, their armada fell back to Hela, a mere stone’s throw from sacred Manda’yaim. It was time to let loose the Mando’ade, and give no quarter.

Mand’alor the Infernal stood on the Command Deck of the Hell Wolf, hands slack at her sides. The planet Hela laid in her vision, a crackled and detestable sphere in the firmament around Mandalorian space. Yasha turned her comm to all the Mando’ade forces.

“We have on our borders a brazen and uninformed threat. The Pirates who hit us believed a lie. They believed they could take our people, our ships and our supplies...

They thought Mandalore was weak. ​

Today we will prove them wrong. ​

Defeat that Pirate’s fleet.” ​

The Mandalorian Fleet veered into the system with the ultimate desire to send the Pirates to the Netherworld. It would be a good day, by the time the chaff of their assault was all which was left.

Objective 2 (Free the Captives):
Board Enemy Vessel & Free the Captives.

“Free the captives. I refuse to lose a single Mando’ad over a bunch of nihilistic pirates. [member="Quoron Viszla"], cover the rescue vessel’s boarding and return.” Mand’alor grimaced, looking to her crew.

“Give cover. We do not allow our people to be taken as slaves."

Objective 3 (Pew Pew):
Take the Surface to Space Rail Gun

“Kaden, have fun with [member="Kervo Namadi"] and take that gun. Break them. I want all their ground troops utterly overwhelmed. They’ll see it’s better to join us, than try to take the planet next to Mandalore for a pirate’s folly.” Yasha’s voice cooed the call of war in her Riduur’s ear, knowing absolutely that with his proper application of force, Hela’s surface would be theirs.

The vessel Kervo, Kaden and their crew took to the surface needed cover fire to hit the planet intact. Yasha nodded and signalled with her hand.

“Give them their opening, Lieutenant Vos.” The Hell Wolf’s mighty cannons fired toward the surface, giving the crew a chance hit down the surface and take the offensively large gun.

No quarter. ​

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Defeat the Pirate Fleet.​

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Take the Captives home. ​

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Take Hela for Mandalore. ​

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Spoiler

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Artemis Lux"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Adora Namadi"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Parja-Kal"] [member="Quoron Viszla"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Liset Vereen"] @Avia Wren [member="Connory"] [member="Caz Australis"] [member="Dorn Skirata"] [member="Amanda Kryze "][member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Kur"] [member="Amaya Cardei"]

 

[Teagan Stoirm]

Objective 2
Allies: [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] , [member="Quoron"] Vizsla

So it seemed there was something going on with pirates. It really wasn't any big surprise as those who worked as bounty hunters, mercenaries, and guards tended to have to deal with pirates. Those ventures dealt with companies though or small organizations though, but this time it was involving the might of the Mandalorian Empire. Seemed something had happened. Something bad at that. Teagan wasn't too sure on the details. All he knew was that they needed to free some people while their leader was engaged in a fleeting action.

Waiting for their part to begin, Teagan sat in his light armor with his plasma torch and pistol by his side. His new friend BOB didn't join him. The little droid was doing something back at the clan Raxis base. He wanted to say security but BOB was enjoying a new found freedom so it might just be wandering around having fun seeing new things. Hard to say, but at least he knew he wasn't alone this time around like he was on Ploo and for a chunk of Khorm. At least he hoped he wouldn't be alone part way through like on Khorm. Being thrown into a wall and cracking a few ribs was something he only wanted happening once. He couldn't keep visiting bacta tanks after every mission.

The person that Teagan was suppose to be going on this mission with was a young woman. That was about as much info as he got. She seemed to be smart and educated. What did educated mean to Mandalorians though? Maybe she knew a lot about weapons and armor and tactics and explosions. Yeah, that had to be it. He knew a lot about ships, droids, vehicles, and tech, but that wasn't exactly something considered smart stuff. Oh and he wasn't educated. He just learned it all on his own or through the family shop. You did learn a lot in a repair and salvage shop about all kinds of things, but nothing formal or academic. Maybe she went to some kind of weapons, explosions, and tactics school for young Mandalorians? That sounded like a thing. Yeah it had to be a thing. Anyways, he just waited for her to show up and for the mission to be a go.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Objective II
Allies: [member="Teagan Stoirm"] x [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] X [member="Quoron visla"]

Cynthia was suited up in her armor with the new helmet she was making modifications to, it had been a project to keep her busy and distracted. With both weapons was slung on her back she made her way to where the others was meeting up. She wasn't well informed of the operation hella she was a late addition to the team she was going to meet. The terrain on the world below looked barren and nothing looked as if it lived out there so it was natural for the girl to wander why teams were been sent out this way. Besides a location and that she'd be fighting there was very little she knew.

She saw someone up ahead waiting. Maybe it was someone waiting from the team she was assigned. Either way she began moving faster going from a walk into a jog. The closer she got the more she began to recognise the person from behind. "It's you." She said approaching him. She couldn't remember his name or even if he had told her before or not. "I'm with your team it seems." She said awkwardly as a silence filled the air after. "So look... I wanna know if we can start over from what happened to last time?" She said with an appologetic voice as she held out a hand. "I'm Cynthia."

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective 3: Protect the STS Rail Gun​

Allies: [member="Ravaj Jaricck"] | [member="Hlim'izun'sittur"] | [member="Ariela"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Kogra"] | [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] | [member="Reginald Frederickson"] | [member="Kadesh Scythe"], Yellowbeard's Pirates​

Enemies: Mandalorians​

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Kur observed the obscenely large ship in space, peering overhead with the assistance of his zoomed in HUD. While he couldn't see the fleet above in fine detail, he could make out the general shapes as they floated just above the planet... or at least he believed he could. Still, what happened above wasn't necessarily his problem, there were members of the Dozen and pirate crew that were in charge of the ship-to-ship combat; and despite Yellowbeard's claims, the Gen'Dai was mildly appreciative of the fact Eyes was overhead, also. The odd-eyed Umbaran might be many things, but someone to shirk his duty he was not.

Speaking of duties, The tall armored mercenary thought, as he turned his attention back to the battlefield before him. I need this place locked down and secured.

Hefting the mighty weight and power of his personal weapon, the Railcaster, Kur couldn't help but allow himself a small, ugly smirk at the thought of using it. The commission had recently been completed, and the sheer power it contained was awe-inspiring - if not fear-inducing. So, should the Mandalorians bring down their famed machines of war to the field, they were going to find out the hard way that their precious Mandalorian metal wasn't as tough as they thought. Still, the Gen'Dai couldn't help but feel a little remorse at the prospect of destroying such famed constructs, as he had witnessed the development and refinement of such machines over a long lifespan; and in some ways, Kur had come to appreciate the Mandalorians' resourcefulness and ability to continue perfecting technology, while maintaining ahead of the curve.

"Make sure defense screens are spaced well," The tall warrior called, pointing a heavily gloved finger at some pirates nearby. "We want to shoot from cover, while the Mandalorians are forced to approach across the field... the screens need to be spaced evenly, with enough room to avoid explosion radius, but close enough to move cover-to-cover!"

Chances were the ragtag group of treasure seekers would fail the task miserably. Kur had to admit they knew how to fight, he had seen that personally, but versing a hardened military culture where children were considered adults at the age of thirteen was another thing entirely. These enemies would not be the soft aristocrats or luxury yacht owners most of the pirates expected, with the exception of some trained guards; no, this would be a slaughter, blood and flesh, metal on metal, as things exploded and spattered around.

And it was exactly where Kur wanted to be.

"Report in, Dozen," The mercenary leader said over the comm, pushing a pirate out of his way as he stalked toward a misplaced defense screen. He lifted it up, grunting, before placing it several meters to the right. "How is preliminary prep? Any issues?"

Kur continued to survey the field, noting high and low points, noting angles of attack, angles of retreat. He had a lot of men at his disposal, but they weren't worth one of the Dozen...

 

[Kaden Farr]

OBJECTIVE 3
Allies: [member="Kervo Namadi"]
Enemies: Kur's Dozen
Location: dropship
Post 1

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The siren song of war lofted from Yasha's lips to Kaden's ears. His cheshire like smile only displayed itself for her and for war. It was the only thing he could smile for these days, though he was certain their child would make him. Yasha kept calling their baby a daughter. If her mother's intuition was correct then Kaden knew he would not only smile, but have en excuse to buy a larger gun. For now he was well equipped. The force dead warrior was still adjusting to sight with one eye, and his led dominant eye at that. He'd had to retrain himself to aim all over again, though it came rather quickly. His muscles and body were conditioned to fight and survive. Seven years in the Netherworld had made the husband of [member="Yasha Mantis"] a killer, and a creative one at that.

His orders were given, and he wasted no time in heading for the hangar bay. The drop ships would take them to the planet surface, but before boarding he looked to the unit which had assembled. He remembered the speeches [member="Strider Garon"] or [member="Kad Tor"] used to give, and now it was his turn. Kaden was not an orator, but neither were those other men. He was simply a warrior that could kill and he hoped to inspire the others to do the same. If anyone got between them and the canon they sought to take out, they would rain death upon them.

"We are Mando'ade. Our strength is in both might and mercy, but today there shall be no mercy. When your feet hit the field of battle you shall inspire fear. When you raise your weapon, you shall kill. Nothing shall stop the might of the Mandalorian Empire, for it does not rest in a name or anyone person. Its might comes from all of us, together as one."

"FOR MANDALORE!"

Kaden turned and boarded the drop ship after giving the order to load up. His helmet was attached securely to his head, and his prosthetic hand gripped the rail. Blood would be spilled.

 

[grammaticus]

Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Kur"] ,Kur's Dozen
Enemies: Mandalorians

Izun crouched on a nearby building overlooking the the space gun, his rifles laying against the roof and hastily built barricades. Scattered around him were dozens of pirate soldiers, armed with what long range weaponry they could muster. The term "snipers" didn't really apply here, they were just able to hit targets more often then their comrades. He had hastily organized and trained them in the time he had, and now had them set up in sniper positions across the several buildings surrounding the huge gun. He felt it might be a bit drastic, but then again, they were about to defend an entire planet against those who were supposedly the best warriors in the galaxy.

Seems he would find out the truth today.

As the comms lit up with chatter, warning Izun of the arrival of the Mandalorians. Reaching down, he slid the helmet of his borrowed suit of armor onto his head, sealing him inside its advanced sensor systems. Picking up the rifle nearest him, Izun layed down across the roof the the building, preparing himself for the coming fight.

 

[Tychus Findlay]

Objective 3
Allies: Kur's Dozen
Enemies: Mandalorian

Kadesh was on the front lines, guarding the highly advanced and dangerous railgun. He made sure the pirates nearby were not just sitting around and made them fortify their position. Ammo crates and supplies were brought in, even some nice Tevraki whiskey.

"You there! What are you doing? Well why don't we just sleep the whole time, I bet we can still win and surely not die! That's what I thought! Now set up those machine gun turrets."

There was heavy gunners at every strategic position, Kadesh made sure of that. Although the pirates were more than capable to fight, most of them will have never faced a more dangerous confrontation than with Mandalorians. Kadesh grabbed his trusty rifle and was prepared to fight, ironically his weapon and armor is made out of Mandalorian metal. Even though today mandalorians are his enemies, he had to admit that there tech, armor, and weapons is one of the best around.

"Kur, the railgun has a secured perimeter. We have also set up sensor mines all around our position. I await further orders."

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Objective: 2
Location: Inside one of the prisons
Allies: [member="Kur"], Kur's Dozen
Enemies: Mandalorians [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]
Post: 1

The payday she was waiting for was so close that Zyrias could almost smell the unmistakable yet difficult-to-describe odor of a credit chip as it slipped from her fingertips into a realtor’s port for a down payment on an apartment on Coruscant. It would be far from the cheap motels she normally stayed at in The Works, The Factory District or The Underworld and in a nice neighborhood like CoCo Town. Or maybe on a planet like Maramere or Zeltros, somewhere exotic with lots of room for adventure and mischief.

A mountain retreat with a waterfall view! A beachside bohemian studio with a pet monkey! Or maybe she’d rent a penthouse and spend her money on toys.

A thumping noise broke her thoughts apart, and she glanced over at one of the captives idly kicking the durasteel wall. She nearly snapped at the perpetrator who’d interrupted her engrossing daydream, but then Zyrias realized she had to be nice to the Sullustan because she was technically one of the prisoners of Captain Yellow Beard.

The mercenary was hiding in plain sight as it were.

It wasn’t necessarily her idea, though once she was hurriedly pushed inside one of the various prison enclosures on the transport, the Canto Chameleon had to admit that it was a clever plan, one put in place the minute the Mandalorian fleet came into view. Or else she did not have enough military experience to be on the defense team. Either way, wearing a normal prison jumpsuit but with room underneath for the various weapons she would need to first survive and then sabotage the Mandalorians, she was not sporting her favorite blue wig. Instead her locks were real, styled in a utilitarian, platinum pixie cut, no makeup or distinguishing marks on her face but her freckles. Once she got over the paranoia of feeling like she was really a captive, she finally relaxed and sat on an uncomfortable bench, finally barking out to the alien, "Can you please stop making all of that noise? I have, like a really bad migraine."

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Objective: 2
Allies: ME
Equipment: armor, shield, verpine handgun, 20 daggers, medkit

Cassiopeia was a little nervous. It was her first planned mission. Not only was she a braniac, but she was a fighter. She hoped to not disappoint anyone. She wanted to do more for the Mandalorian Empire, her adopted home & family. She wasn't trained as a soldier, but she knew the basics. She earned a lot of her skills from hunting when she was younger. Besides having armor, there really wasn't that much difference between a non-sentient and a sentient species. The vast majority were dumb. As such, she was able to apply a lot of those skills to actually defending herself - with knives, guns, and her crossbow. Be quiet, aim for the head, and stay hidden. It was all important aspects.

She took a deep breath as she headed down to meet with her partners for the mission. She wasn't an expert on the situation, but she understood their objectives pretty clearly. At the current time, she was more interested in meeting her teammates. She wouldn't get far without them - and considering they probably had a lot more combat experience, she expected she would probably be following their lead for most of the mission.

As she entered the area, she gave a small wave with her helmet resting on her hip. A verpine handgun rested on her other. She had never enjoyed helmets, so she tended to try to avoid keeping them on until she was actually in a situation that required one. It was only a matter of time before it would be required, though. "Hello, I'm Cassiopeia. It'll be nice to work with you guys." She then put on the helmet and internally calmed herself down. She wondered what their expertise was in. Hopefully, they weren't too intent on knowing what her expertise they had - a degree in teaching with a focus on biology & genetics wasn't exactly a screaming Mandalorian path. At least she knew how to stitch someone up, though. Maybe she could... A combat medic. Or something.

[member="Cynthia Raxis"] | [member="Teagan Stoirm"]

 

[Reginald Frederickson]

Objective: 2
Allies: Kur's Dozen,[member="Kur"] [member="Zyrias Pax"]
Enemies: Mandalorians, [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"], [member="Cynthia Raxis"], [member="Teagan Stoirm"]
Equipment: M1 Personal Absorption Shield, Photoreactive Spidersilk Elaxtex, ACS-004 Specter Scout Armor, SW-12 Jack-Knife

Scurrying footsteps, labored breathing, pirates encouraging each other. What a lively bunch of rapscallions these folk were in what Reginald presumed to be their final hours. Surely the crew of this slave ship had experience in fending off would-be white knights of the galaxy, though those knights weren't likely fully equipped with some of the best mass-produced weaponry and armor there was, nor were they indoctrinated and trained from birth to kill for their cause. Poor fellows never stood a chance Reginald thought to himself, already resigning at least the majority of these pirates to their deaths.

As was a part of their services, he directed the pirates to better setting up defenses and helped himself to set up heavy armaments and equipment, all the while donning his armor to prevent having them think they may well end up looking like him, minus the fact he is very much still alive. "Exceptionally done!" "My! Your shooting rivals that of even one of my company!" and "Dear oh dear, they certainly aren't going to see that one coming. Good show!" were among the hollow compliments he paid to the pirates, trying to some extent to lift their spirits. After all, a high morale does wonders for the fighting spirit, or so he had been told. He really had no idea what he were doing in leading a band of bullet sponges. He did however know that putting the very large guns at the ends of long corridors the enemy was bound to pass through would probably end up causing some damage. So that is what he did, along with putting up a few makeshift barriers of durasteel torn from the walls, crates and barrels (all checked for explosive contents of course) to defend the very large guns.

Luckily enough, he wasn't alone on this junk heap of a ship though. Zyrias, one of the fellow Dozen was aboard, and planning something that her unique capabilities would prove invaluable in accomplishing. The exact details were unknown to him, but if there were any souls on this ship that he could trust, it would be his companions, each and every one of which more valuable than the ship and all its slaves combined. He would however much prefer the ship stay intact. The pay for accomplishing this was astounding, to say the least.

Caught in the middle of his thinking, their illustrious leader had begun checking in on final preparations, seemingly announcing that the battle was about to begin. "I've got most of the corridors to docking blocked off with heavy weaponry and barricades. I'm sure they'll appreciate the rather electric atmosphere about the halls as well. Unless they were to, say, blast a hole in the hull and breach through there, we should be just dandy."

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Objective: 2
Location: Inside one of the prisons
Allies: Kur, [member="Reginald Frederickson"]
Enemies: Mandalorians, [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]
Post: 2

Zyri scratched her head, her fingers skimming over the short blonde locks a minnow in shallow, turquoise water. She knew there was at least one other member of The Dozen on board, but she had not met him. Still it was reassuring enough that if the collective plan turned ugly, she might be extracted.

The Dozen seemed like a loyal bunch, though Zyri often tested that fidelity on a daily basis, mostly unintentional.

At least I’m not jammed into a cattlepen like some of the slaves, she mused after a brief peer at her surroundings.

“Hey, you. Why aren’t you a Mandalorian?” she asked the alien. The only other person in the cell, clearly was a warrior-type with his bulky physique and scarred, square jaw. To capture a man of his size and strength must have been a herculean task. He must have put up a helluva fight. The male human barely gave the two a second look.

“I was a trader passing through.” His basic was fractured, but Zyrias could just about make it out.

“Unlucky,” she said. “Why anyone would pick you up as a slave is beyond me. Him, I understand.”

“I can’t go to the mines. I need to see my wife and my family.”

The Chameleon’s heart strings were not quite tugged, more like strummed - like a one note strum on a quintolium.

“Well, maybe you will. The Mandalorians are on the way.” She noticed an almost imperceptible tilt of the human’s head towards their conversation, and then he went back to staring at the wall.

 

[Strider Garon]

OBJECTIVE 3
Allies: [member="Kaden Mantis"]
Enemies: Kur's Dozen
Location: dropship
Post 1

As the mandalorian warriors entered the drop ship one by one they were greeted by the scent of shento cigar, with the bitter smoke pluming from the lit cig gripped between the lips of one Strider Garon. The old man stood leaning in the hatchway between the cockpit and the troop bay, leaning against the durasteel hull. He was a stoic visage of a past relic. The young soldiers before him would of been weaned on his exploits the moment they were off the tit, so the confusion that was obvious in the form of hesitant tilted looks he got from the T-visors was no surprise. There was nothing in their briefing that said they were being joined by a legend, especially one that most thought was long retired. Truth in that, Strider was retired, no longer a marshal and resigned to follow his own whims of his choosing. Space trucking, of all careers, was the one he picked up. Though decades of violence had taken its toll, he was still a creature of war. Bread for it. It was in his blood. He would never truly walk away from the calling nor would he ever refused to aid Mand'alor and his people.

His jaig eyed helmet rested on the seat closet to him, exposing his long black hair that was tamed by his favorite red head band. His scarred face was synonymous with the legend, the bionic eye and the cold glare of a death dealer. He wore his beskar'gam with the yellow shoulder cap, a symbol of the field marshal. A rank he held for ages. Many mand'alors he had served loyally, unhesitatingly putting his life on the line for them and the people they lead. He had conquered many planets and systems, lead many campaigns and carved his legacy into the galaxy. And today, he was willing to do it all again.

He looked past the young warriors and locked gaze with their commander, Kaden Mantis, the husband of Yasha. No doubt an explanation was needed, and no Strider was not there to steal his glory of leadership. No, he was there as a simple soldier and a favor to a Young woman that should of been his own flesh and blood. "Little Wolf told me to keep you alive!" His deep resonating voice echoed in the troop bay. He was not waiting for consent, there was no way Kaden was going to be able to boot him off this boat and out of his op..... if he even wanted to.

Strider picked up his helmet and took his seat proper, securing the buy'ce and becoming lost in the sea of armor and visors.

 

[Kaira Eyeris]

Objective 2

Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Teagan Stoirm"]
Enemies: Kur's Dozen, [member="Reginald Frederickson"] [member="Zyrias Pax"]

Equipment: Standard Equipment, Devastator Multi-Purpose Mine
Post: 1

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Death is not the end.

That's what she'd been taught, at least. They'd drilled that phrase into her psyche. It was meant to help future soldiers acclimate to the possibility of dying in battle. Regardless, she did truly believe it. There was something else after leaving these crude vessels. What scared her was what exactly that thing would be.

Not that Kaira was much of a battlefield philosopher. She killed and destroyed because it was what she knew how to do best. It kept food on the table and fuel in her ship. It was why she was here, in the Mandalorian Empire. It was a job, and didn't extend beyond that. Even though these helmeted figures roaming the halls where, in some way, family.

They didn't feel like family though. No one did, anymore.

Still, this wasn't the time to be sad, or contemplative. This was the time to do the thing she'd been trained to do ever since floating through space for the first time as a child. And that meant meeting her team. She hadn't been provided any information on them. Just a list of names and a location. As she approached their rondevous, it became clear exactly what motley crew she'd be working with. Two soldiers, a man in nondescript Beskar'gam and a woman in grey mandalorian armor with bright orange highlights, were busy having something of an awkward moment, while a third soldier approached. The last person looked completely out of place. She didn't even look like a Mandalorian. It wasn't necessarily an issue having someone from outside the culture in the team. The real issues arose when said member was singled out. Regardless of how Kaira felt about aruetyc, they needed to be united if anyone was going to return from this mission.

She approached the group and waited as the aruetyc introduced herself. She pulled her helmet off, revealing her somewhat ghastly appearance as the entire group turned into blurry smudges. It was always a coin flip when it came to revealing her face. To her family, it would have been no problem. But to outsiders, her appearance was rather... corpse like. But keeping the helmet on meant less possibilities to form a bond with your squad. She opted for the former.

"Kaira Eyeris. I'm a zero gravity specialist with a focus on boarding actions." Considering the large modified jetpack, sealed armor, and large mines strapped to her waist, this would be obvious. But it never hurt to ensure no misunderstandings were had.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective 3: Protect the STS Rail Gun​

Allies: [member="Ravaj Jaricck"] | [member=Hlim'izun'sittur] | [member=Ariela] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member=Kogra] | [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] | [member="Reginald Frederickson"] | [member="Kadesh Scythe"], Yellowbeard's Pirates​

Enemies: Mandalorians​

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The reports of readiness coming in were good. While the pirates had done a decent job of establishing their base, the Dozen had certainly utilized their skills and knowledge to further improve what was on offer. Additional strategic decisions, such as Kadesh's heavy emplacements, and Reginald's traps, and even more covert efforts such as Zyrias and Izun... all of them were proving they were some of the most capable mercenaries this side of the galaxy. It was going to be an interesting engagement, coming up against the fabled Mandalorians, perhaps for the first time for some of them; but at the end of the day, Kur knew that even the mighty beskar they hid behind could be worn down, and then all they were was flesh and blood and guts, just like everything else.

"Excellent work, Dozen," Kur said over the comm, grinning inside his helmet as he began walking back to the rail gun emplacement proper. "We've got a hell of a fight coming up, but just aim for the gaps in that armor and you'll do fine..."

Or, if you had the means, punch directly through it with high-powered weaponry. Whichever worked, really. Still, even as tactical information began to feed through to Kur's helmet HUD, he couldn't help but find himself in a bit of a day dream. After so long, so many years living, battles could begin to meld into one another; and with a flash back of thought, the Gen'Dai growled as the mask of a Mandalorian leader filled his thoughts, one who had ultimately died at Kur's hand, but had still put up quite a fight. Blinking small yellow eyes, Kur shook his head as a nearby pirate called out...

"Enemy ships incoming!"

Kur nodded, hefting his weapon in two hands and marching toward the defense screens. If the Mandalorians followed their usual methods, they would rely on their capability to rapidly deploy, under the protection of their precious metal. Given his numerous encounters with all kinds of enemies, Kur liked to believe he had some good insights into typical ways some cultures tended to do things... and if it was one thing the Mandalorians were known for, it was a heavy reliance on beskar. That also made them confident that a large portion of damage could be mitigated, to allow them to get in close. There was also a significant weakness to most armor, which Kur himself was more than aware of, and he glanced down to several boxes of ion grenades scattered along the defensive line...

"Enemy incoming," Kur shouted, both to those around and into the comm. "Ready up and take positions."

 

[Tychus Findlay]

Objective 3
Allies: [member="Kur"]'s Dozen
Enemies: Mandalorian
Location: Front Lines (trenches)

After receiving alerts from the sensor mines and Kur's warning, Kadesh jumped from his sleeping position. Kadesh turned to the pirates and yelled...

"Get to your posts! We are on red alert!"

His group was the most likely to meet the enemy first in ground battle because of their location. Enemies were to arrive in an estimated 7 minutes. Although Kadesh was not scared, there was fear among the pirates. Most of these pirates were only semi-trained and only fought for their own personal gains. Kadesh hoped at least the heavy weaponry can keep the pirates in battle and not retreat.

Kadesh ran to his command spot and looked at the data. The data comprised of additional alerts about enemies in the area, nothing new. His command post was nothing more than a glorified battle area with ammo and small equipment.

There is no such thing as advice when going against a Mandalorian. Even if Kur advised to aim for their weak spots in the armor, their speed would be even too quick to aim. Looking in his hud and checking the time, Kadesh decided he had enough time to rig up even more explosives on the battlefield. In fact, if they were forced to retreat, a command can easily be given to destroy the whole front line as a self-destruct sequence. And Kadesh would not hesitate to do it.

The only weaknesses would be if the enemy had a small airstrike or they had tanks. The heavy weaponry would only be good on enemy infantry and light vehicles. Kadesh kept his weapon primed and aimed, ducked inside the trench. He yelled out...

"Today is a good day to die!"

 

[Kogra]

Objective 2
Allies: Reginald Frederickson [member="Zyrias Pax"] Kur's Dozen, Pirates
Enemies: Mandalorians, Cynthia Raxis Teagan Stoirm Cassiopeia Caranthyr [member="Kaira Eyeris"]
Equipment: ATLAS Suit, x5 Sonic Detonators, SW-12 Jack Knife

The squabbling of scared and frustrated criminals, these pirates may as well have been children. Few of them truly knew the ways of battle, surely not like the Mandalorians who would soon board their vessel. They were skinny, weak, many of them malnourished or dehydrated to some extent, Kogra could smell it and see it as clearly as these pirates could see their own deaths coming. Soon it would be a bloodbath, likely few beyond the Dozen would survive, on both sides, if Kogra was being honest. "You all go find Reginald" he spoke in a low growl, the pirates hesitating for a moment, to which Kogra responded by taking a simple step in their direction, squeezing the helmet he held in his hand tighter, showing obvious aggression. Its all they responded to, violence, and it sent them scurrying like rats to where Kogra's ally was supposed to be setting up defenses in his section of the ship.

Placing his helmet on his head there was a soft hiss and a loud click as it locked in place, sealing him within ATLAS for the remainder of his time in the operation. With the loud thuds that accompanied durasteel boots striking the floor Kogra would thunder forward, a pillar of exactly what his creator intended, destruction. Glass and the bulbs within shattered as Kogra struck the light sources he passed, within minutes shrouding his entire defensive sector in complete darkness. Within his suit everything was clear to him, his hearing and smell alone capable of telling him the location of any living creature within a hundred meters. "My sector is secure" he spoke simply into his comms, slipping oddly without a sound into the darkness of the ship. To the enemy he would be a monster in the dark, the great warriors of Mandalore would be little more than children, scared of their feet poking out from underneath the blanket, for that which you can't see is always ready to snatch you from warmth and safety.

 

[Kaden Farr]

OBJECTIVE 3

Allies: [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Kur's Dozen [member="Kadesh Scythe"] [member="Kur"]
Location: en route
Post 2
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"I am sure she did..." Kaden said without giving the old man any fanfare or baring him from joining the drop ship. Truth be told, Kaden was not as experienced a leader as Strider Garon was. The old grizzled field marshal was an asset he needed. With a sigh he gripped the bar as the ship's engine ignited and they headed for the surface.

The ride was bumpy. Kaden always hated this part of battle. The anticipation and drive to taste combat built within him every step of the way. The troops which came with them were not a large team. Taking out the canon was not going to be a project for a massive strike force. The team would move in and out, at least if they were not opposed. Kaden knew it would not be that easy. A contingent of soldiers were being sent ahead of them to create a diversion. four dropships carrying ten troopers each would engage the primary defenses while Kaden and his team intended to flank the enemy.

<<< "Flank the main force, and make sure you keep us out of sight." >>>

Kaden looked over to Strider for confirmation this was the right move. He was nervous knowing the old man was watching him, there because Yasha wanted him to be. They would be a better team for it, but Kaden couldn't help but think that maybe there was another reason she wanted Strider there. After all, Kaden was still recovering from his injuries. The eye patch over his right eye, and the prosthetic on his left arm were still some things he had to adjust to.

As the dropship neared the landing zone, Kaden had a feeling that something was not right. Still, like Strider, his feet hit the ground first, and they would be the last ones to step off the ground.

<<< "Kaden, we are engaging the enemy now," >>> came the voice of Athol the mando chosen for the task. <<< "They've got ion grenades, and hired some mercs... We will buy all the time we can, but..."

The transmission was cut off. Kaden was only feeling worse about this.

<<< "Alright, the rest of the team has engaged the hostiles. We are half a kilometer away from the target. In, set the charges, and get out. Do not draw any attention to yourselves. You see an enemy combatant... kills them." >>>

 

[Parja-Kal]

Objective: 3
Location: Surface, en route
Enemies: Kur's Dozen | [member="Kur"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | Pirates
Allies: Mandalorians | [member="Strider Garon"]

The rocking was the most unsettling part of the descent. She had solid metal at her feet, the likelihood she'd land safely and a collective of gear to call upon; nothing capable of dissuading the glances and weighty discomfort that gripped her. While she wasn't the only soldier on the drop ship, not the only individual with a fight to take to the combatants on the surface, she held herself in a fashion independent of the rest. Her mission was simple and her attention was carefully directed.

A jerk, a shudder and the clamor of the landing gear and a resounding relief gripped her. The drop ship had landed and with a surge of adrenaline the Mandalorian warrior stepped down the landing ramp and into the space staring down the Mandalorian army's target. A cannon that she was quick to assess as far less impressive than she had previously anticipated; the only detail about the cannon holding merit to her was the sheer monstrosity of the weapon. Whoever had built it was intent on keeping them far, far away.

Unsheathing the beskad on her back, brandishing the rail pistol on her left hip and engaging the shield around her waist, Parja-Kal the Clanless proceeded to venture towards what she did best. Fight the fight that others couldn't with a vigor only one disengaged from the tenderness of a past could commit. Were it not for the half mask covering her lower face, carefully meant to look more daunting than effective, her cold and instinctively aggressive expression was hidden away from the troops that moved alongside her.

She silently acknowledged words that came through across her comm, her eyes fixing on the numerous individuals collecting behind a wall around the enemy weapon. The words meant little passing through her mind, aside from the context behind their result, but she intended to see them through.

<< Tsikala, ner vod, >> the blonde, brown haired Mandalorian echoed calmly through the comm to her fellow attackers as she closed on her destination. << Hut'uuns. Val ru'kir akaanir mhi be'chaaj teh te aranove. >>

These warriors, these mercenaries, had chosen the wrong fight.

Tag:
[member="Kaden Mantis"]

Translation:

Spoiler

"Tsikala, ner vod, - Ready, my brother,"
"Hut'uuns. Val ru'kir akaanir mhi be'chaaj teh te aranove. - Cowards. They should fight us away from the defenses."

 

[Tychus Findlay]

Objective 3
Allies: Kur's Dozen, Pirates
Enemies: Mandalorian
Location: Front Lines (trenches)

4 shuttles can be seen off the distance coming in fast! Kadesh felt the blood pumping through his veins, it was to be the first battle by the Mandalorians. The noise of the engines was clear to hear among the pirates. Shouts of battle grew in the pirates, but Kadesh knew that they were actually in fear.

The shuttles stopped and began unloading Mandalorian soldiers. They were just a little out of range of the setup defenses. However, all weapons and turrets were ready and waiting for them. Then at once, they charged! Everything became deafening and the fighting started. The Ion grenades were only doing minimal damage, the Mandalorians had quick reflexes and was able to avoid most of them. The turrets were proving to be fatal to the Mandalorians though. In the midst of the battle, something hurt Kadesh in his gut, something did not feel right. Kadesh yelled to a nearby pirate...

"Hey you! How many enemy units is it saying on the scanner? Mine is being interfered by the Ion grenades!"

"The sensors count 35-45 Mandalorians!"

Fark! This fight was not a real fight at all! Kadesh knew the Mandalorians were trying something! Mandalorians would not charge into a battle like this, they would with more soldiers and battle support! But not like this...

Kadesh had no idea how to react, they could try anything and would still find a way of taking advantage. All he knew was that he had to keep his mind in what was in front of him. Bam! Bam! Bam! 3 more Mandalorians fell to his rifle. The pirates were winning the battle, but only by the turrets. The Mandalorian soldiers were thinning out and were easier to kill by the second. A Mandalorian looked like he was contacting a higher rank, the man was a semi-far distance. To Kadesh, he was target practice. Bam!

 

[Brent Warnel]

Objective: 3
Location: En route to the surface
Allies : [member="Parja-Kal"] | [member="Kaden Mantis"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | Mandalorians
Enemies : @Kadesh | Scythe [member="Kur"] | [member="Hlim'izun'sittur"] | Kur's Dozen | Pirates

Brent sat silent in the drop ship as it rocketed to the surface of Hela. He had been far removed from his fellow mando'ade and his culture for too long. For too long he had wandered the galaxy, trying to forget the past and all of the people that went along with it. When he heard about the raid happening on Hela, something broke inside him, and he made haste back to his old brethren, ready for another battle. New faces were abundant, and he did not remember or know most of the ones who crowded around him now, but that would hardly matter when his feet hit the dirt.

He had joined the rest of the assembled Mando's and listened to Kaden's speech before he had boarded the drop ship. It was short and straight to the point, nothing long winded or over the top, Brent could respect that. Now he watched as Kaden and another Mando he was not familiar with exchanged words while the ship dropped towards the surface. Brent scrutinized the both of them, and then the soldiers around him. None of them he had fought shoulder to shoulder with before, and none of them knew him or why he was here now, when he hadn't been around for so long. If any of them didn't trust him, he wouldn't fault them, he was a new face and as far as they knew just a liability.

Brent gave up looking around and centered himself on the battle to come. He didn't know much about the enemy that was waiting for him on the surface, only that they were entrenched and not willing to give up their ground. He brought up a reading in his HUD of the terrain below. The Rail Gun was surrounded by well placed gun emplacements, thick cover for the defenders, and open terrain surrounding the weapon, giving the attackers little to no cover. The Mando fleet was pounding the area around the Rail Gun as best they could, hopefully creating makeshift foxholes for him and the men around him; likely the only cover they would receive down there. Brent didn't have a reading for how many vehicles they were fielding, but he hoped someone was bringing some armor to give the gun emplacements something to think about.

He felt the ship shudder as it broke through the atmosphere of the planet. He was breathing deeply and evenly now, feeling the adrenaline surge through him, but not letting any one of his feelings take over him.

He checked and double checked all of his readouts, making sure all of his weapons and armor was ready to go. The scrapes, scratches and dents was all the evidence one needed to know he had been in many battles, and for better or worse, he had survived. This fight would be no different. This enemy would be no different. At the end of it all, the Mandalorian's would stand victorious.