A Kasurida (Mandalorian Dominion of Muunilinst)

[Strider Garon]

Muunilinst ​

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Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others.
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 1/20


The stoic figure of the infamous hound of Keldabe could be seen standing with one hand clenching tight to cargo netting in the belly of a "borrowed" muun mining transport. He stood there clad in full beskargam, his yellow shoulder cape resting off his right side, a symbol of his rank of field marshal. His ancient EE-3 carbine was snug tight against his chest plate, secured with a quick draw sling and harness. The warrior's old eyes would be unnoticeable focused upon his crack squad of commandos that had volunteered for this mission. Their objective was to strike at the Muun mines in a such a lethal fashion to set reminder where the allegiance should fall upon instead of playing host to a Prime ball.

This direct raid was a kickstarter to a insurgency campaign against the Prime's occupation. Mandalorians had spent large sums of credits placing agents and teams through out the planet to Organize like minded people of Moneyworld to resist the evil's of this cultist disease. The pieces were set, and now it was time to attack. Strider was well known to lead from the front and this day was no different, inspire his warriors to the greatness that they are all capable of to accomplish this dangerous mission far behind enemy lines.

A sliced droid was piloting on the ship back to Muun Mine Alpha, the first target in Strider's Agenda. The moment it would land to offload its cargo, the Mandalorian commandos would storm out and unleash merciless hell upon the mine to cause as much collateral damage as possible before Prime or Prime friendly military agents could mount a counter attack. The best way to remind the Baking Clan who the boss was, was to hit them hard in credit department.

"3 minutes out, Lock and load" The old man's deep resonating voice would echo through out the cargo hold, metallicsed by his helmet.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others. [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 1/20

So Muun Mines, who had been relatively contentedly under Mandalorian influence for years wanted to suddenly invite in the Primeval did they? Host fancy balls for them, feed them stupid foods on little sticks? It was time that they learned just how unprofitable a move that was. The Mandalorians would show them in a decidedly Mandalorian fashion.

La's face was dark beneath her helmet. She was looking forward to the combat of course, she always did. But that these honourless money-grubbers would invite in those who had repeatedly attacked the Mandalorians and taken her leg? No. It would not stand. Baring her teeth in a silent snarl she checked her gear one last time. Armour all in place and sealed. Weapons properly cleaned and fully loaded.

Someone was going to bleed today. And there was word of another off-world company coming in and courting Muun Mines and the Primeval. If these lot were so concerned with profit, La would see to it that they bled credits along with blood. They would either not take this planet at all, or they would pay and pay dearly for it.

Helmeted eyes flicked up to the Hound and she nodded once in recognition of his countdown.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Seas around the Island of Aborah
Objective: Shoot any Primeval beachgoers and their supporters, establish mine for ArmaTech
Allies: Mandalorians and others [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Primeval, any Muun who object
Post Count: 2/20

Vast reserves of gold, silver and platinum. Not ArmaTechs usually interests, but they were things that Chiasa could use, and as usually Draco indulged her. At the moment Chiasa, flanked by Henn and Ka'lleach were jetting through the oceans in their Avenger-class Stealth Starfighters, mapping and scanning the area, largely invisible between being beneath the waves and the ships systems.

"We spend a lot of time underwater these days. I feel like I'm going to grow gills at this rate."

"I could help with that."

"I'd much prefer if you didn't."

"Could you actually..?"

"Eh, maybe. It'd be hard. Henns already full grown. Could do it easier, chops something gills off, graft them on, use my will to make 'em stick, but that's a lot more Sith-y then I tend to bother with."

"Good! No sticking anything on Henn thank you!"

"How fascinating. Also, though this is not quantifiable or logical, disgusting."

"Mm, fair. And that's one of the other reason I don't do it. All blood and such everywhere. Unhygienic."

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others: [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 1/20

Rawnie's face was completely blank under the security of her helmet. Numbers flashed in her vision, images of her fellow mandalorians preparing for this mission. Rawnies first. Clan Tal'verda had a tendency of late to stay out of this business, keep to themselves in their little village in the far snowy north. This... had always seemed wrong to Rawnie. Where was the honor in staying quiet and safe? Her father had once been a great warrior, before he vanished. He had a legacy, and Rawnie would do anything possible to take that legacy for herself. Much as she hated the man who helped bring her into the Galaxy, she owed him that much.

Her white armor made her feel like she stuck out worse than a black nexu in a snow drift. Ideal for the snowy terrain back home, but now she just felt...

Were people looking at her? She felt that familiar anxiety creep across her heart. Strangers. She did not know half of these people, even though they were allies. What if one of them... tried to talk to her? She could take orders, but casual conversation with a stranger? Someone may as well shoot her where she stood. Thank goodness for the beskar. Nobody could see how nervous the young mando looked.

Three minutes. She heard the call and took a deep breath. She was a hunter. She was good on her feet, good at making a quick, clean kill. But those were mostly animals of the forests. She'd only killed a few sentient beings before, and that had always been for a bounty. This felt... Was this the sort of thing her father had done?

She checked her verpine shatter gun, touched the sniper rifle on her back. Her hand went to her waist where her favorite knife usually hung, only to find it missing. There was a tiny moment of panic, then she remembered. Lorane. She'd left it with her lover, along with her scarf. Just in case she didn't come back. It was always a possibility. He knew that. It was why they moved so fast. Rawnie never expected to have a long life.

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Malcom heard the order. A quick nod was given as his weapon was given a final check. He was ready to go. He still couldn't believe they were attacking a world that had for so long been in their control and loyal. It just went to show, you never could tell what people were going to do next. It's why for most his life he had only done things solo.

The only people he had ever been able to rely on though, were here with him now. His vod, his crew. It was time to repay disloyalty, with vengeance. They would show these greedy traitors what it means to truly fear someone. Mandalorians, kickin' the galaxies a** for over 4000 years. This was just another day for Malcom.

[member="Kenna Raine"] | [member="Shae Kalin"] | [member="Kourin the Rat"]

 

[Ryan]

Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others.
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 2/20

The Mountain of a mando stood close to the loading ramp. Standing at 6'9" the human looked as if he was related to the she hulk clan of Willamina. He dorn his unique looking beskargam, the more noticible piece of the armor was his helmet forged in the likeness of the frighting Mythosaur. Though was was more frightening then just his visual appreance was the oversized meat cleaver he wielded, two and half hand sword crafted special by his brother. If he was not wearing his helmet, the bearded beast was smiling in pleasure as his hand gripped the hilt of the sword. It had been a longtime since had felt the weapon in his hands for he had been in prison for the last seven years on charges of manslaughter. Now a free man, he found himself home on the field of battle once more and dressed to the nines to perform slaughter.

He would look about the cargo bay of the stolen vessel. Vode and hired muscle alike, all geared and pumped for combat. This beat a nine by nine cell any day, this was freedom to Dred. The ship would rock slightly and he would keep his balance by bracing against the durasteel hold with his massive weight that kept him up right in the Droid pilot's maneuvers.

Time for violence was closing in, A small unit to strike fear deep into those that dare turn their backs on the Mandalorians. A tactic that spat in the eye of the prime and showed that the Mandos have not forgotten Wayland. Though Dred was behind bars during that failed defense, he was out now and more the willing to exact revenge were ever and when ever upon the Cultists and their allies.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others. [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Rawnie Tal'Verda"] [member="Malcom Renolds"] [member="Dred Varad"]
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 3/20

"Ready?"

This to Buruk Squad. Back in what they still though of as Mandalorian space regardless of what the rest of the galaxy thought, the squad was reunited. Besides, as well as this being about vengeance, this was also Muunilist. There would likely be credits involved, and they did love a payday almost as much as they love revenge.

"Always."

"Geared and good to go."

"Yes."

A nod from Beraga. It was more than he usually offered and exactly what was expected. La flipped through their helmet feeds, making sure everything was working properly.

"So are we aiming for legs?"

"Only if you can't get a headshot."

"Have I mentioned you're beautiful when you're all avenging wrath mode?"

"You don't think I'm beautiful all the time?"

"Ooh, she's got you there."

"More beautiful!"

"Pfft. Y'still can't match my kill count."

"Whores forever, sorry vod."

Jidte commented brightly.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others.
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 3/20

The Mining vessel began its landing run. Strider would double check his kit and HUD's self diagnosis one more before the bolts started flying. You could never be too prepared for war for there was nothing worse then dying due to gear malfunction. Nothing like being remembered as the man that died making a heroic jet pack jump to only free fall and pancake self upon the ground. No epic armor could safe against such tragedy. So here the old man was, double checking and triple checking what he could there and then. He was a veteran of hundreds of battles and this was just pure routine for the aged warrior.

The hound could feel the craft touch down. "Get ready!' The old man would snarl as he raised his EE-3 Carbine towards the loading bay ramp's entrance. The droid would then lower the ramp as programmed to do so. Outside the ship stood a small crew of miners of mixed races waiting to offload the cargo. Unfortunate for them, this cargo was labeled lethal and deadly.

The human supervisor looked up the ramp to only see a hold full of heavily clad warriors with weapon drawn. He was the first to die as Strider unhesitatingly let loose a three round burst into his chest. The initiative was theirs for the taking. The blood letting had begun.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Air above Island of Aborah
Objective: Fight things, establish dominance
Allies: [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
Enemies: Primeval, any Muun who object
Post Count: 1/20

The Cobra-class Gunships swooped low through the clouds, each carrying a group of Mandalorian warriors pledged to Clan Vereen, geared up and ready. The Cobra-class were outfitted for close air support much better than the Orar'uliik but lacked the heavy beskar armored hull and stealth field. They were however much better than those ships at delivering troops to the ground and providing fire support to soldiers on the ground. The pilot's voice came over the unit comm-link, "Sixty seconds until we enter their air space sir. No word from miss Vereen. Orders?"

Without any confirmation from Chiasa to speak of, the plan needed to be altered somewhat. "Bring us in to the smoke cloud and take us to the surface we will hit the administrative building first and see about clearing out any watchful anti-aircraft guns on the island." I said through the comm, watching the soldiers nodding and turning on rebreathers for dealing with the ash cloud from a smoking volcano. The ash filled the open cabin pretty quickly, leaving only the pilots safe from the poisonous cloud. Without rebreathers it would have been impossible to do this approach, but they were pretty standard

"Thirty Seconds."

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others. [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Rawnie Tal'Verda"] [member="Malcom Renolds"] [member="Dred Varad"]
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 4/20

There were no civilians in this encounter. Not as far as La was concerned. The Primeval had shot off her leg after the attacked a Mando spacestation, unporvoked. And they had taken Wayland. Still, the loss of a limb was far more personal. And now the Muuns wanted to align with them. To fund them. To give them more credits and more gear to continue their campaign.

No. There were no civilians here.

Squad banter was forgotten. Buruk Squad lined themselves up with the ramp as the three minute countdown finished. As soon as it lowered they were moving, La and Harampr in the lead with heavier armour and guns. Las Riot Gun roared, dropping the umprepared miners. They weren't armed or armoured. That would change quickly enough though. Almost certainly this was already being reported. The real opposition would come.

Good.

They could all bleed. They could all die.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others.
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 4/20

The ramp lowered exposing the kill squad with in to their prey. The Old Field marshal was the first to fire at the unarmed minning crew killing what looked like the supervisor for he wore a white helmet that signaled him different from the others. The Mountain thrusted down the ramp closing in on the surprised crew. His mighty sword was held high and poised for slaughter. With a few strides, Dred had closed the distance and brought his heavy sword upon a muun worker. The blade cleaved deep into the alien, the sound of beskar cutting into meat was exhilarating to the large mando.

The large sword split the muun in two under the combine power of the large man's strength and weight he had put in behind the cut. He would of loved to stand there and enjoy his work but there was more killing needed to be done. His 360 degree view could see his current surroundings on the landing pad as clear as day. Shock had been achieved and now panic was starting to set in. Folks of all races were scrambling to get clear.

To bad the blood soaked rodain that stood closest to the recently deceased muun was frozen in fear and could not run. Dred reached out with his large mits and crushed the green skull of the Rodain under the power of his crushgaunts. This was just adding to the grotesque violence Dred was well known for.

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: Hijacked Muun mining vessel inbound to Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others.
Enemies: All those that get in our way.

How much was she being paid for this? She went over it in her head. Enough to support the clan for a month. Worth it. It was always worth it if she could keep them going or another couple days. But when she saw their targets, civilians, she hesitated. She'd never killed someone who was unarmed before. It felt... cheap. Like shooting a baby uxi who was yet too small and weak to run. Her finger on her trigger shook. Was this...

No. Her clan. Her brothers and sisters. She could seek forgiveness for herself later. She was going to be a good soldier. She was going to outshine her father. Calico Tal'verda would have nothing on her! She lowered her head, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

What ever these people had done to deserve the wrath that had fallen down upon them, Rawnie would not concern herself with it.

"A good soldier follows orders," she whispered to herself with every shot fired, "A good soldier follows orders..."

 

[Malcom Renolds]

The landing craft shuddered as it made its final approach and made landfall. An eager flashed across his face under his helmet as the moment of mahem drew ever near. Finally with a hiss if the loading ramp opening up to unleash its deadly cargo, Malcom activated his active camoflauged.

He would not be the first off the ship. Not this time. With his heavy Mandalorians made sniper rifle, today he'd be offering long range support to those leading the way. The door was not open for two seconds before Mandalorians justice began to be served up to the traitors. After letting the first group off, Malcom ghosted their forms.

His eyes darted upward to the catwalks that over saw the loading dock. 'CRACK'. And down went a stunned and surprised security guard. It didn't take much to instill fear and panic into the hearts of those nearby. They were fully aware what their aggressors were capable of. And only now, at the end would they see the folly of their most recent decisions.

[member="Kenna Raine"] | [member="Shae Kalin"] | [member="Kourin the Rat"]

 

[Vuhan Chen]

Connor wasn't the down for the cause that was his father, in fact if he didn't need the old leathery man he'd be forced to put a bullet between his shoulder blades. What the Hound did for a living, from the authoritarian conquest of worlds to the blatant murder that he committed that tore families apart. Strider deserved death just as much as a death row convict, he needed punishment for his sins. But there were bigger fish to fry, like the primeval. They were boiling hot evil compared to his father's lukewarm, and this operation would help disturb them. Plus killing a few corrupt bankers along the way didn't hurt.

So springing up as one of the armor clad mandos Conner raised his pistols and put four bolts in two different targets watching them collapse to the floor. He didn't want to know who they were only that this was a necessity, and that if this didn't happen then the prime would take hold of this planet.

"Dad." He said calmly as he put another round into a straggler crawling for his life on ground

The sociopathic mando let out a cold sigh as he continued to put a few rounds down range. This would hopefully be a quick operation.

[member="Strider Garon"]

Post 1

 

[Aleksander Miles]

Location: Muunin mines
Objective: Help from the background
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] and other Mando's.
Enemies: Miners and other people.

Alek had been on Muunilinst for some time doing recon work for his dad. Technically they were supposed to be off planet when this raid happened but to Alek that was no fun so they were here to help and hopefully not get spotted. Looking at his small four man team as they all nodded to him the young man stood and gestured towards the exit of their safe house. Slipping out of it the four man team spread out keeping close to the young man as he slipped through alleys heading towards where the show was bound to start. The landing pads for the mine's transport ships. Getting there he gestured left and right his men spreading out and setting up with various ranged weapons as Alek slipped closer he only carried half his usual loadout of pistols coming to 8 different pistols and his lightsabers. Crouching down near the fence he looked up increasing the magnification on his helmets microbinoculars so that he could see the ships coming in. As he did the tags showing his men went from yellow to green indicating that they were ready and in position.

 

[Andras Garon]

Location: Cantina; Back Room
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: NPC Thugs and [member="Strider Garon"]
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..."Son of a ----"...it started before his head reeled backwards. Yet again Andras Garon had been mistaken for his more infamous cousin, who also happened to be on Muunilist at the moment however instead of receiving fanfare he was accosted by several men who had drug him into the back room of a cantina and proceeded to tie him to a chair. As usual Andras had attempted to explain the situation to them but it was to no avail and they commenced beating the Mandalorian who, as one could imagine took it quite well..."Piece of ---"...another shot to the side of the mouth had him spitting blood onto the floor beside the chair they'd set him down into. Dipping his head Andras was looking at his thighs before he felt a hand sink into the short crop of his hair and pull his head up...

...[Don't play dumb with us Strider. We know you have our credits.]...

...extortion and gambling debts should have surprised Andras but it didn't..."You mean I didn't sleep with your wife too?"...but apparently Strider also did that because the comment had earned Andras a stiff blow to the midsection that caused him to start hacking. Hackcoughhackhack. Shaking his head Andras made it look like he didn't want any more of this beating but he knew they wouldn't stop. No one ever stopped. Looking up at one of his assailants Andras would grit his teeth, blood stained them and his lower lip then he grinned a bit and spit on one of the mens shoes. Bad idea. Another hard hitting blow craned his head to one side and left him moaning a bit because his bell had been rung, his eyes were spinning and in the back of his mind all he thought about was beating these men to death as soon as he freed himself and then doing the same to his cousin...​

 

[Kenna Raine]

Location: Munn
Objective: Mun mines
Allies: Mandos - [member="Malcom Renolds"] | [member="Shae Kalin"] | [member="Kourin the Rat"]
Post: 1/20

Kenna was ready or at least that was what she told herself. As a young child she had worked in the mines. The fingers of children were small and could better grab things as adults. She shuttered slightly as the memories began to flood back to her.

She didn't know this mine which was just as well. The layout on her datapad would work just fine for her. "We could cut them off at a different entrance. Be sneaky. I know a thing or two about getting though mines." She grinned though her helmet. If she had the skills, Kenna might as well use them. They didn't have to play follow the leader and go with Strider.

Kenna was good at keeping her emotions and feelings at bay. The enemy didn't need to know about her and Malcolm. They would only use that against her. It was best they act as a team nothing more here at least.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Seas around the Island of Aborah
Objective: Shoot any Primeval beachgoers and their supporters, establish mine for ArmaTech
Allies: Mandalorians and others [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Primeval, any Muun who object
Post Count: 5/20

"I'm picking up ArmaTech IFF's."

Ka'lleach commented at about the same time that Dracos presence through their bond became strong enough that he had to be in the general vicinity.

"Any enemies yet?"

"I'm getting readings from the island itself."

Ka'llech responded, the beings in question being none other than [member="Zambrano the Hutt"], [member="Nomkneer artzhul"], [member="Grimoire"] and [member="Einar Shadowmane"]. Not that he had those specifics. Someone was there, that was all that was obvious at this point in time.

"Hrm. No outbound signals yet then."

"Using spook-abilities?"

"Always."

Came the reply with a grin. Easing up slightly on the throttle, the Twi'lek reached out along the bond to Draco. Love and location pouring through the connection. And then, with his own force presence still held tight to her own, she turned her attention to the island, showing him the dark stain upon it. Not like his own presence, which was dark but honourable, this one was pestulant. A blight. In short. Primeval.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Muun Mine Alpha
Objective: Attack Muun mines.
Allies: Mandalorians and others.
Enemies: All those that get in our way.
Post Count: 5/20

It was no secret his bastard child did not approve of his tactics. He was still a good soldier for listening to orders and got the job done but he could feel the disdain from [member="Conner Garon"] . The old man could see the man rip into the workers with his ripper, bringing death with out hesitation. Maybe one day he will understand that the crueler war was, the faster it was over. Just maybe, but till then he would have to keep and eye on the pup just to make sure he did not go sideways.

He could hear the bastard's voice over his comms "What is it?" The old man replied just before he laid into another defensless worker. Strider could see off into the distance that the main entrance to the mine was closing its massive blast doors shut. That was going to be a hassel to deal with and more then likely a security team was inbound to intercept the intruders.

"MOP the landing pad up!' Strider ordered as he continued to drive laser bolts into miners. "Need a team to hit the doors as soon as possible!'

 

[Rex Power Colt]

Location: Over the ocean
Objective: Hit a traitor's comm den
Post: 1/20
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Those who shoot at me

Rex was cruising over some ocean whose name escaped him at the moment. It was just him in the cockpit of his 4R3 Light Assault Transport and no one else. He was going to either kill all opposition quickly, or smash, grab, and get the hell out of Dodge. The GPS intoned a British female voice at him, stating that he would reach his destination in 15 minutes. Perfect...more waiting. The plan was to set down on the edge of a coastal town and travel to the co-ordinates provided. After breaking and entering the suspected building, he would scavenge and search for any leads to go off of.

He didn't know anything else besides the location of his target. For all he knew, it would end up being a fortress filled with 200 armed squids or Assassin's Creed Kittens...He couldn't tell which one was scarier. Whatever the case may become, he trusted in the power of his rifle, the efficiency of his skillz, and the manliness of his abs. Nothing would overpower Rex Power Colt today. If anything did, it would be quite ironic...Rex hated irony when it's barrel was aimed at him. 10 more minutes to go...Sigh.