Public A World Burns

[Thova 'Mdanam]

A World Burns

The Bryn'adul fleet dropped out of hyperspace at the edge of the Hollastin System, the living warships glowing a feint red as they made the transition back into normal space. There were only half a dozen vessels in the fleet, though each was armed and ready for the conflict that was to come. At the head of the small formation, draped in banners of blue and red that drifted aimlessly in the void, was the Pharos Infernal, a Conquester class vessel. It bore the scars of recent battles proudly on its hull, and the warriors held within the vessel were eager and ready to carry out the will of their commander, and serve the Bryn'adul in battle.

Three Ragnos Ivicerators followed the flagship of the fleet, and two Phedrak Carriers made up the remainder of the formation, taking up defensive positions around the flagship as they began their approach to Hollastin. Each ship also bore the red and blue banners, showing their allegiance to the newest Fleetmaster of the Bryn'adul war effort, Thova 'Mdanam. He was young for the role, but had proven himself in recent actions against the Silver Jedi Concord, and had been promoted by the Warlord Osam for his service. Now, the commander of his own fledgling fleet, Thova had set out to prove himself worthy of the title bestowed upon him. He would show the Bryn'adul that he would uphold their ideals across the stars, and show the galaxy that a new threat had emerged from the ravaged space of the extra galactic menace.

Today, the Fleet of Unyielding Will would earn its place in the war effort.

Thova stood on the bridge of the Pharos Infernal, his arms folded across his chest as information flowed through the mind stone network. Every aspect of the fleet was known to Thova as if he were the ships, and he could feel the eager anticipation of what was to come. In the far distance, barely more than a small dot in the black void of space, the world of Hollastin turned. It was a peaceful planet, or as peaceful as any Hutt world could truly be. The world served as a key trading port for dozens of other star systems, and hundreds of vessels made their way through the system carrying medicine, food, and other supplies needed for the backwater worlds to survive. The Fleet of Unyielding Will would ensure that the life line Hollastin represented would be cut off, permanently. The loss of the world would weaken this entire sector of space, allowing for future Bryn'adul conquests to advance unhindered, freeing up resources for more important battles. With a single stroke, Thova would seal the fate of many more worlds than just Hollastin.

That was the plan, anyway. Thova knew that no true plans survived contact with the enemy, and this close to civilized space, it was impossible to tell who or what could be on Hollastin. So close to Jedi space, there could be several of their kind on the world, or close enough to it that they might respond. The Galactic Alliance, Confederacy of Independent Systems, or a dozen other minor entities could all pose threats to Thova's plan, though it did not trouble him to dwell on that. In fact, the thought of intervention excited the Fleetmaster. The raid on Hollastin was of strategic value to the Bryn'adul, but he doubted it would be a good battle on its own. There would be no chance for glory to be won for his warriors, and little chance besides for honor to be earned for Clan 'Mdanam.

He was dragged from his thoughts when one of the Vaydralen bridge officers approached the Fleetmaster, bowing his head slightly. "Fleetmaster, we have entered the outer extremes of the Phedrak fighters range. Shall we begin the deployment?" The crimson armored head of Thova turned to stare at his subordinate, giving only the briefest nod of acknowledgment. The officer turned and began barking orders across the bridge, orders quickly relayed through the mental network that connected the bridge crew of each vessel. Moments later, the living starfighters aboard the carriers were launched. They streaked out into the depths of space, their targets the flotilla of ships coming and going from Hollastin. They would be the first blow against the neutral world, but far from the last.

For on this day, A World will Burn.

OOC​

Hello! So this little thread is my first attempt at starting a story based event here on the site since I got started, one that will hopefully have many different writers involved in it. All are welcome to join in to this little endeavor. Perhaps you are a traveler who comes across a world in need and decides to lend a hand. Maybe you are a smuggler, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and now have to fight for your ship and life. Or maybe you are of a darker background, and seek to use the chaos of a planetary invasion and small scale war to carry out your own nefarious deeds. Whatever your background, I hope that you can find a place in the story that is getting started here. If you have any questions or want to coordinate more effectively, you can use this story area linked here to plan out ideas.

Osam Galak Aryshda Rocho

 

[Osam]

Muscle roiled around like slithering serpents, finally coiling into place as the Flesh Vessel finished attaching itself to the Warlord's body. It had taken nearly an hour for it to finish completely attaching itself to his form, but Osam had not spent that time completely idle. Information had sifted before his eyes, conveyed by a series of crystals which forcefully implanted knowledge directly into his head, each portion of knowledge having been inscribed by another member of his kindred in the distant past.

Osam had been somewhat unnerved by the level of dedication and research that the newly-promoted Fleetmaster had placed on Hollastin. Of course, the Warlord had requested some additional knowledge on why they were sending an entire fleet to lash out against a seemingly unimportant target, and now the mountain of information before him seemed to confirm that the Fleetmaster had not launched his assault without purpose or consideration for the strategic value of their target.

How many days had been spent sifting through the nearest galactic targets for Thova 'Mdanam to finally settle upon Hollastin? How much data had he analyzed so that he might know the number of supply vessels that passed through the territory of Hollastin and which supplied vital supplies to so many of their enemies. The Warlord felt as if though perhaps he ought to have done his own research on the border worlds... but clearly, the Vaydralen was better inclined toward such planning and strategy. It had been an excellent decision to promote him to Fleetmaster - he only hoped it wouldn't come back to bite him.

"Because he is Vaydralen?" The Kraemonen worm-mind questioned, dispatching its question through the suit's mindstone to its wearer.
"Because his strategies make ours seem obsolete." The Warlord answered bluntly, lifting himself from his seated position and stretching his tired muscles, feeling as his weak heart pulsed.

"Sacrifices have to be made for the future. That is what you said, wasn't it?" The worms whispered.
"Yes, but I'd rather not become one of them. Come, let's fetch our weapons... Hollastin awaits." Osam answered.

In a few moments he had been fully equipped for battle, wielding his assault carbine and Pulverizer sidearm, and the assorted grenades he often took with him on campaign. At his side lay a newly acquired Kukri, still wet with oil to provide it with its lightsaber resistance.

"I can hear the Phedrak's launching now. We'll be in range soon... good. I'm ready to move a bit."

 

[Bastian smith]

Bastian smith sat planet side sitting on an old rocking chair drinking from a bottle of rum the old pirate had sensed the Bryn'adul coming. Most in his position would have run but he wasn't most people the 8foot 500 pound echani-vexx sat there waiting for them to make planet fall where he was strongest to fight them. Even if he wasn't expecting combat and didn't have any weapons on him he'd prove a match for them as possible he didn't like relying on his sangnir powers but he would if needed.

He sat there and waited near an amazing landing position or atleast one he would have used for piracy. The old man could hear sirens going off not that he cared he would wait and battle any Bryn'adul that came his way knowing well he'd take a number out with him.

 

[Rocho]

Ah the Byrn'Adul. Rocho probably did not fit among where others did in their opinions of the invaders, though he certainly had his own dislikes. Their invasion did not displease him, their aggressiveness certainly did not either. Though he had seen them before attack him while their allies were well within the line of fire. In a way, Rocho was grateful for their existence, for a specific reason, they provided him a challenge. Points for the scorekeeper to count among him. This was not his first, nor even his second, battle with these beasts and each time he knew he was risking his life. He could challenge them in space, bring his carrier with him. But There were others more equipped for such matters. Instead, the Trandoshan planned to battle them on the ground. The instant he heard about the invasion that wasn't too far off his route he re-navigated.


And on the way, he began equipping himself. The Beast hung at his side, heklerkok-amr-1-anti-materiel-rifle in his hands, heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest at his back with strapped on thermal detonators, PS-1 Particle Shotgun on one side with extra ammo in the belt. t-7-vibro-brace on the left arm, g-11-shield-gauntlet on the right arm, Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)

He aimed to land on the ground after the enemy forces already did, going in from another side of the planet and then flying to find a better position. Cities and forests were his preferred locations, give him height or cover. But given previous battles, he considered the possibility he'd have to deal with more open areas. This time, The Red Hunt came with him. Nod and Hus were at the cockpit seats, Modi manned a turret, and Grutti and Rocho's NN-2 Front Droid stood with Rocho near the ships exit when they got closer to the planet, and it's surface. Rocho had given Nod and Hus a clear order, fight only when necessary. Keep out of the way until called upon. The ship was fast and maneuverable, but it had good weapons and defenses. It would take a great deal of effort to take it down when it wasn't going on the offensive. And right now, it was just acting as a sort of transport, much like the ships original design.

Finally, another fight worth watching.


Ship: the-challenger
Droids on board:
NN-2 Front Droid [NN Series] (1 experienced)
e-sm-spider-mechanic-droids
c1-security-drones
fxr-multipurpose-droid
v-3-astromech


(Weird, it didn't tag me with an alert, sorry would have gotten to this earlier.)