Invasion Blood Debt | Mandalorian Enclave invasion of Eternal Empire-held Panatha

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Objective: Arrest Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis, and send them to the Ashlan Crusade.
Location: Palace, Canthar (capital city), Panatha
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | The Soulsabers | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With: Darth Carnifex | Siv Dragr | Obran | Volo Dragr
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open

[ Empire Forever ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

~ Rest in peace, my old friend! ~ she thought to herself, when she had a moment.

Ingrid hadn't spoken to Adriel since the last Panatha incident, but a lot before. The man rather reminded her of Kahlil Noble . Another proof that not all Zambrano are evil, there are good people among them. She had seen too many deaths, too many around her. And the Empress herself killed too many people. She was four years old when she killed her first victim, out in self-defence. The red-haired woman remembered how horrified Adrian was when she told him the story. Maybe because of it, but she was a master of her profession. It is also the best assassin in the Unknown Region and is outstanding at the galaxy level. People have typically forgotten this, especially since she became an empress.

She preferred the shadows; she hunted others in a way that only captured or killed the target. She especially loved strong targets, with many bodyguards. Ingrid never killed unnecessarily, many times she killed the target in the bodyguards' ring. The good old days when she was no Force user yet. With Force, everything was easier, but the woman still considered the assassination an art that would never have been ruined by Force. Last but not least, she never unleashed her true power, she always hid it. However, this method not really worked against Carnifex and Prazutis, unfortunately. They were too strong and had already seen the woman's true power last time.

Today, however, Kahlil will not be here, she will not prevent a duel and a fight. It will end here today. On the way she saw the dead, signs on them; making it clear that they were not killed by the Ultranauts but by the Mandalorians. And the red-haired woman finally arrived at the throne room where Carnifex was. It was only after her own words that she realized that they were not alone, that there were also three Mandalorians here, and Adriel's corpse. She looked through the three men and the body, as usual, she felt nothing.

"Gentlemen, just take a number and wait for patiently, because Lord Carnifex and Darth Prazutis are mine!" she said in an ice-cold, emotionless voice as she looked at the three men.

Although Prazutis wasn't here, she expected the other man to show up at any moment. Just like last time, but now the fight will not be avoided. Ingrid felt a strange feeling in the Force from the direction of the Mandalorians; and she found it ironic that one of their fighters was holding a lightsaber in his hand while the two Force users chose the traditional blades to fight. As for Ingrid, she could never get used to lightsabers, she didn't even know as she is a Force Sensitive until she was twenty-five. She was trained with traditional blades from the moment she was able to walk due to this she did not use a lightsaber.

Priorities; first the two Siths, then the three Mandalorians. She considered the Sith Lord to be a more dangerous adversary; but at the same time she did not underestimate the other three men. The Empress knew exactly what the Mandalorians were capable of, and she honoured them. But she had to set priorities to see which was more important. She knew that if they confronted Carnifex, they were trained and great fighters and warriors. She expected to have to fight all four at the same time, but she would only be able to deal with that during a fight.

The red-haired woman – however her hair was unseen due to her helmet – swung forward with the two swords in her hand. She did not use Force, yet her movement was very fast, resilient, smooth, deadly as a big cat, yet because of her ethereal physique, it radiated infinite elegance. She was an artist, the artist of death. Ingrid looked for weaker points in the man's armour where it could be less protected than the armpits, bends, and other such places. And when she arrives at the man, she tries to cut the man's throat with her left hand and tried to cut him at one of his armpits with her right hand.

All this in a way that she didn’t completely confront him, she saw the sword what Carnifex used, if the man attacked back, she knew she had to avoid the attack, so she left herself a chance to do so. Or at least she tried.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic mascot and representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Objective II.: Help others, accompany the souls to the Nether
Location: Iron Mountains, Panatha
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance / form
Writing With: Tyr Mereel
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open

[ Preliator ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Eina noticed the approaching man in the pouring snowfall, whose words were far from friendly. Even Valkyrja was surprised to understand the insult. She had not met Mandalorians many times, but she understood the language. She usually avoids their place in the Netherworld. The girl inherited most of her mother’s knowledge when she was "born", including language skills. Now she knew that Mando'a was among them. She watched the man get closer.

"Twisted magic?" she asked. Oh! She realised the man maybe thinks she is a Sithspawn. "It wasn't foul magic, I sent his soul to the Manda. To the part of the Netherworld where the Mandalorian consciousness is and forms the common consciousness. Based on his actions, I believe your brother lived and died according to the Resol'nare. He deserved to be part of Manda as soon as possible after his death. Or do you think I did the wrong thing?" her voice was still kind.

Mortals were still very strange to the woman. Although she just began to understand them, there were still many things in them that remained a mystery to her or did not understand. She turned her full attention to the man, to him, and to the spear. Eina shook her wings a little as a lot of snow was already stuck between the feathers. The Valkyrja has not yet reached for her own weapons. She was a good warrior, who loved to fight, but not against mortals. The demons were different in the Netherworld, it was her and her kind's duty to protect others there. It is true here too, but living creatures have always been only fragile mortals.

"I do not follow any god or goddess. Although I have prayed to Ashla a few times already to help those who are important to me." she said still kindly.

She did not know if the Mandalorians knew the goddess of light followed by the Ashlan Crusade. She hoped so and the man would realize that the woman hadn't done anything wrong, she was just helping. It was already obvious that the Valkyrja were not familiar to the man. She was not surprised; in most cases it never turns out that members of her species are there on the battlefield. After all, they are invisible in almost every case. As the man circled around her, she followed his movement and always turned to face the other.

"I don't wish to fight you. I warned your brother about this, and now you too. You still have the opportunity to leave." she offered, however she knows the man will not go without a fight. Most warrior societies were predictable everywhere, including Realspace and the Netherworld.

Still, she hadn't reached for her weapons yet, just looked into the man's eyes with her own blue ones. Her red hair and golden-red wings were already soaked in the pouring snow and were wet. It was also a thing she didn’t understand why mortals were so stubborn. She sighed a very little; everything was much easier in the Netherworld than here. Mortals are still weird, Eina had a feeling they had some habits she would never be able to get used to.

 

[QEMD-15 Echo]

Location: Canathar, Panatha
Objective: 2
Allies: EE
Enemies: ME
Tags: Alessandra Io Ingrid L'lerim Kuben Woods Lyssa Io Kranak Vizsla Gwyneira Vizsla Thonn Rokkal Sergeant Omen

“This is Alessandra Io, Chaplain Nuetralizer of House Io, transmitting to Echo. We need the streets cleared at the generator complex! Mandalorians are attacking in force!”

Echo turned towards the direction of the generator complex. "Understood. Heading towards generator complex. Beginning eradication protocols." He replied over the commlink.

Then, he began running towards the generator complex at high speeds. For a thing of his size, it would have been shocking to see the speeds he moved at. The speeds he traveled at were incredibly fast and impressive, racing down through the city, moving swiftly, striding down the streets towards the complex. He wove through the partially flooded streets, maneuvering through the buildings, with the rain continuing to pour down. His footsteps shook the ground, the sound booming and echoing throughout the city.

Soon, he reached the generator complex. Echo slowed down, coming to a stop. He looked around the battlefield, examining the warzone. He identified the hostiles, beskar had a very specific charge and composition. Using his advanced scanners, he identified the Mandalorians simply by the chemical composition of their armor. It was almost too easy.

Then, Echo gave out a loud roar from his loudspeakers. The roar echoed out across the battlefield, drowning out the sounds of battle for a few seconds. The sound of the roar completely overwhelmed the sounds of battle by the sheer volume of it. Then, once the roar ended from his loudspeakers, a loud air raid siren began blaring, the tones of the alarm covering the battlefield.

All of a sudden, Echo lunged forward. His massive droid form lunged forward towards a group of Mandalorians. He slammed into the group, swiping with his massive hands. He swatted one of the Mandalorians with his right hand, sending them flying into the side of a wall, cracking the duracrete wall with the force of the hit, and falling to the ground. Forming one of his hands into a fist, he brought it down on another Mandalorian. The CRUNCH of the Mandalorian being crushed by thousand of pounds of force could be heard. When Echo lifted his hand back up, all that was left of the Mandalorian was a crumpled, smashed corpse in a puddle of blood. Some of the Mandalorians tried firing at him. Echo turned, and leaped towards them. He lifted his foot, and crushed one of them underneath. He grabbed another in his hands, and crushed the Mandalorian in his hand. He opened his hand, the crumpled corpse falling out of his hand. Their precious beskar wouldn't save them from the intense crushing power of Echo. Echo looked around, scanning for another group of Mandalorians. More were close by, he could detect them.

"Anti-virus protocols activated. Eliminating virus." He said.

He strode through the streets, scanning for Mandalorians. Any Mandalorians that didn't attempt to take shelter indoors were on his list. He would find them, and eradicate them.

And if there was one thing he was good at, it was eradication.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

HELM OF MALIGNANT AURA
TARALRAISKAZ BATTLE PLATE
FIST OF MORIDIN THE GREAT
DERRIPHAN THE DEVOURER​

The Dark Lord angled His greatsword at the Eternal Empress, assuming an offensive stance as the precipice was reached and all were poised to tumble over its edge into violence. Violence was what He craved, it had molded Him since a young child into the monster feared a galaxy over. There was but one universal rule that had driven Him, a rule that He had worked diligently to instill within His children and His disciples.

Violence was the supreme authority, from which all other authorities are derived.

The Empress made the first move, a concession the Dark Lord willingly allowed, and struck at Him with twin blades. He countered with swift rotations of His wrist, swinging the massive blade around in a circular motion to knock aside the Empress' blades. The sheer force of impact of weapon on weapon sent a shower of sparks scattering down to the ground, an action that was repeated as the Dark Lord pressed the offense and retaliated with several swift strikes. The Dark Lord leaned into the art of Juyo to attack, channeling the Dark Side of the Force into every attack and never holding back His killing strength.

After a particularly ferocious volley, the Dark Lord pirouetted by turning His body to the right and following through to make a complete rotation. In this movement, His cloak billowed out behind Him towards the Eternal Empress. Accompanying His cloak were several half-meter long blades, all attached to the hem of His cloak, gilded with tainted beskar and moving fast enough to sever flesh and bone.

As He reached the apex of His turn, the Dark Lord reached out with the Force and seized a large portion of the throne room floor. With a sharp gesture, He tore up a large chunk of the floor and flipped it end-over-end in an attempt to squash the three Mandalorian warriors before they had a chance to join the fray.

At the end of His attack, the Dark Lord reassumed His starting posture and pointed His blade back at the Eternal Empress. Despite the intensity of their conflict, the Dark Lord allowed Himself a brief moment to comment.

"Kahlil isn't here to stand between us this time, Empress. He's far too preoccupied with the Dark Side."

Much had changed since their last encounter. Since then, the wayward Kahlil had embarked on his foolish quest to destroy the Dark Lord through infiltration. The Dark Lord had seen through His child's ruse, although Kahlil did not conceal his intentions from his father, even outright stating what he wanted to do. Even then, the son faltered and strayed from his own path. The Dark Lord had to guide him continuously, ensuring that the vessel maintained his descent into the darkest depths.

"And you cannot save him, you cannot even save yourself."

Ingrid L'lerim | Siv Dragr | Obran | Volo Dragr ​

 

[Corin Autem]

Objective One
Engaging: Shai Maji
Kit: FS-18 Omega Phase Assault Rifle, KC-95 Blaster Pistol, Sk-RS MK. IV Armour, Valdr Skær-Pattern Dual-Role Droid Control Unit, Nelvaanian Longsword
Forces: One company of Ultranauts

The enemy, when they came, did so from within.

The first and only sign something was wrong was when the alarms on the other side of the complex went off. Corin was notified almost immediately by the site's automated security system. Even so, the arrival of the enemy caught her completely unawares. For a brief moment, the Ultranaut felt panic creeping up on her, but then her training had kicked in.

Rallying two platoons of her own, she made her way into the complex via one of the huge hermetically sealed doors set into the towering rockface. A map of the spiderweb-like tunnels popped up in the top left corner of her HUD as she ran. Corin had to give it to them. The Mandos had certainly surprised her by using the back entrance. Located way out of the way, it would've taken quite some time and expertise to navigate their way around to that side through the snowstorm going on outside.

It was impressive, if a little infuriating.

Two burly Ultranauts toting repeaters led the way. With the security room keeping an eye on their uninvited guests through the cameras, Corin let the two lead the gathered fireteams at a pace of their choosing. It was difficult to say how much intel the enemy had been able to gather on the IMMC before they had shown up, if they had gathered any at all. From the way they were milling about on the cam-feeds, it seemed to her as if they were searching for something. The Ultranaut hoped she reached them before they found what they were looking for.

Stopping only to break off a fireteam or two at various chokepoints throughout their journey, it wasn't long before Cor's teams found themselves approaching the interlopers. They were down to a platoon and a half now; forty soldiers, give or take. "Not far now, sir." A voice spoke into her ear- her man in the security room. "Next left, sixty, sixty-five meters from your current position." Nodding to herself, Cor gestured for her men to get set. "How many?" She asked, her helmet emitting no sound as she crept up to the corner, weapon at the ready.

"Fifty warriors, or there abouts. All heavily armed. There's a squad coming your way now."
"Copy that."

Killing her helmet feed, Cor steeled herself for what was to come. Overhead, the alarms continued to blare until, quite suddenly, they cut out. The sound of approaching footsteps replaced the wailing alarms, but they too came to an abrupt halt. A moment of silence passed.

"Now." Cor shouted. "Engage! Engage!"

Spoiler: Tactics?

Broke off four fireteams to hold chokepoints (insurance policy). Attempt to ambush Shai Maji 's leading squad/s.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

OBJECTIVE: BREAKTHROUGH THE BLOCKADE
ALLIES: Kyyrk | Aximand Sicarus | CIS | Eternal Empire
ENEMIES: The Enclave and New Imperial Order Forces

COMMAND BRIDGE - LITANY OF PEACE
CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS

The woman had been rudely awoken from a pleasant afternoon nap on Naboo when the first reports came in, and those reports only caused a myriad of questions to be brought up; not least of all focused around how anyone could possibly strike in the dead of night... in space. It was space, it's always the dead of night! This was neither here nor there; all it confirmed was what everyone seemed to know at heart - The Enclave was throwing a tantrum and could only accomplish their goal if they struck when no one was expecting to be struck. Still, it was problematic and it brought into light the ever-shifting paradigm that the Galaxy had found itself in currently. Some scant few years ago it would have been the other way around, the Confederacy of Independent Systems would have easily stood against the Eternal Empire and struck at them; that had changed in the following years - and now - they stood as their allies. All the while their previous friends within the Enclave had sought out their own fortune and in their inability to rise Mandalore from the ashes, they sought to strike from hidden bases in Wild Space and announce their declaration to apparently cleanse the Galaxy of the Sith and any that protected them or held to that belief. While personally, it was not a philosophical belief that she followed nor supported; she was not about to standby and watch the Galaxy burn further because a handful of children encased in old washers and dryers with tin foil helmets were throwing a tantrum - old friends or not.

What the Confederacy of Independent Systems had managed to cobble together was not something that she was pleased with, and would have preferred more time to gather a larger fleet. Even now, standing on the bridge of the Litany of Peace as it burrowed its way through Hyperspace - she felt uneasy. The attack had come so suddenly, the cry for help swift, that they had to mobilize what they had on hand; given the current refit that the armed forces were going through, it seemed like a tall order to get even the handful of vessels they had together. What they lacked in apparent firepower, however, they had more than made up for in Starfighters and Bombers. From the reports they had managed to bring together in the meantime, it seemed as though the Enclave had accomplished their first goal - a blockade of the planet. That would be their first obstacle to overcome, else they would be incapable of relieving the beleaguered defenses that were still attempting to hold out against those forces that had managed to make planetfall.

Planning for any ground assault would be left in the realm of those that focused on such aspects of an Invasion - for now - her position would remain clear and it helped in taking that burden off of her shoulders. The woman would focus on punching a hole through the blockade; it did not need to be massive or a crippling blow, only such that they could get escorted flights of shuttles to the ground and begin relief operations. With a heavy sigh, she stepped forward, golden-yellow hues peering into the void of Hyperspace as though she was waiting for some wanton creature to appear - the horrors of Hyperspace would be much more welcomed compared to the horrors of war; she'd seen her fair share and more in her long life. She had, for a time, retired from such situations, though when the Confederacy called upon her - with both Exarch Srina Talon and Vicelord Darth Metus had called upon the woman, she rose once more to serve.

"Reversion in 5..... 4.... 3... 2.. 1."

The brilliant light-blue hues of Hyperspace dropped away as the black void of realspace consumed their vision once more, and before them lay Panatha. This Invasion wasn't like many others - it wasn't only the simple fact that the High Marshal was arriving to act upon her duties and strike at an enemy that sought to cripple a friend. No, this ran deep, much deeper than any other Invasion she had been party to. She didn't remember much of those old days, snippets here and there of old memories that would often find their way to the surface only for her to push them back down once more into a featureless pit within her mind. She had called many places home since that time - Alderaan, Commenor, Ukio, and Naboo among the long list - Panatha, however, it was her homeworld, the place that she had been born and brought into existence within the Galaxy. She did not agree with the Zambrano family and the grip that Darth Carnifex , however, she was not about to standby and allow this particular bunch of petulant children to rampage across the Planet because the Sith hurt their feelings. That was all this was, a grand tantrum - and the Galaxy was being forced to listen to their crying.

It was the first sight that she saw, however, that caused her blood to boil - the datapad in her hand sparking for a moment as she gripped it tighter until the screen had shattered and the housing had warped. The vessels arrayed against them were not Mandalorian, no, the apparent bulk of the fleet that the Enclave had utilized were vessels of Confederate design - the Enclave, it seemed, had managed to bring a few traitors and mutineers into their ranks for their strike against the Eternal Empire. This was not acceptable, and though she wanted nothing more than to wipe them from the face of existence, that was not the goal for this day... this day. As she took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment as she collected her emotions and refocused herself; brilliant blue hues slowly fading once more to the usual golden-yellow, her eyes slipped open as she stepped forward, handing off the damaged datapad in the process.

"Communications Lieutenant, signal the Eternal Empire Fleet, let their ranking commander know that the vessels arrayed against them are no longer associated with the Confederacy - as of the moment they joined in this Invasion of Panatha, they've been branded as traitors and mutineers. However, it would be preferred if they were captured to face justice - understandable, however, if that is not feasible."

She could understand how others felt about the Sith - that same fear had just recently burned its way through the Chambers of the Viceroy not that long ago when the Viceroys of Ra'Katha and Thyferra had forced the Vicelord to step down due to its religious beliefs. This, this was something entirely different - to order the destruction of these individuals and those that had any association with them instead of focusing on capturing those specifically at fault - it was unconscionable. For her part, she would rise above such thoughts, knowing that there were still those Mandalorians within the ranks of the Confederacy still loyal to the Confederacy of Independent Systems - and even her own prejudice against the Mandalorians for their behavior at Eshan had been relegated to those specific United Clans; the Australius among them for their own continued attacks against the Confederacy.

"Communications Lieutenant, as of this moment you are to ensure that all communications and activities of our fleet, our allies, and the enemy are recorded for posterity. I do not want a repeat of Rhand on our hands. Give the order, our relief fleet is to take on a defensive position for the moment; allow the Eternal Empire to take the brunt of the force - prepare to deploy all Wings... Open a channel to the enemy forces."

With a silent nod, the crew quickly went about their work, disseminating the orders throughout the fleet as the vessels began to form up. Their true power for the moment was the relative strength of their Fighter Wings and the volume of which they had brought. Still, she wanted to give them a chance, old friends and associates alike, to think about what they were doing before she was forced to take any further actions. She did not want another Rhand to sully the name of the Confederacy, and at the same time, she wanted to avoid any further bloodshed if it could be managed - though she already knew it was highly unlikely that it would happen, it was still worth the attempt.

"To all Enclave vessels and those vessels arrayed that had previously been associated with the Confederacy of Independent Systems; this is High Marshal Amelia von Sorenn. I am addressing you for the sake of common sense and to bring an end and prevent further bloodshed. This is not the way, any perceived slight that the Eternal Empire may have made is just that. If your conflict is with the Sith, then seek a means to accomplish this task that does not involve the destruction and loss of innocent lives that is already befalling Panatha. I do not want to take action and would rather stay my hand; however, I will step in if my hand is forced."

A simple motion with her hand would be the order to cut the channel - as she quickly turned towards the bridge crew, a heavy sigh slipping from her lips. She understood how unlikely it was that they would simply walk away from this fight. She understood just how likely it was that some Mandalorian or other individuals would capitalize upon the offer and utilize it to make their own veiled feint of retreat only to strike when their guard was down. She was not about to allow that to happen.

"Be prepared for an attack - once our Fighter Wings are prepared, deploy them as needed. I want the Support Wings at the edges to screen enemy Flights and Corvettes. Bomber Wings will keep to the rear in a higher formation, Interceptor Wings will screen for the Bomber Wings. All remaining Fighter Wings are to deploy within the fleet and hold close - our objective - create a hole in that Blockade."

Turning her attention once more to the viewscreen, she knew what the day was about to bring - blood and ruin. There would be no honor to be found here, no stories of heroism or greatness. No, today would bring red waters and black sands.

Chaos NaNo 2021: 1758

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Arrived at Panatha
• Offer extended for Enclave and NIO to leave
• Fleet taking up defensive formation
• Starfighter Wings preparing for launch

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

• Metus-class Battle Carrier
  • CNS Litany of Peace
• Lucrehulk-class Battleship
  • CNS Spirit of Ryloth
• Recusant-class Light Destroyer
  • CNS Solar Pyre
  • CNS Dawncrest
• Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser
  • CNS Ironclad
  • CNS Wandering Iron
  • CNS Red Nirvana
  • CNS Blackstar
• Munificent-class Star Frigate
  • CNS Bright Tear
• Gozanti-class Cruiser
  • CNS Star-Soul

Spoiler: Starfighter Squadrons

• Total Squadrons: (101) Starfighter / Bomber Squadrons
• (20) Fighter Wings w/ (5) Squadrons Each
  • Aenarr Kyrr Squadron
    • Breshig War Forge Consolidated SMF-05X Tra'galaar-class Stealth Multi-role Fighter
  • 248th and 162nd Bomber Wings
    • (2) Squadrons - Kesh II class Modular Transport
    • (4) Squadrons - Gidim II class Bomber
    • (4) Squadrons - Nupperibo II-class Surface Assault Bomber
  • 38th and 122nd Bomber Wings
    • (6) Squadrons - Nupperibo II-class Surface Assault Bomber
    • (4) Squadrons - Gidim II class Bomber
  • 85th and 219th Light Bomber Wings
    • (3) Squadrons - Nupperibo II-class Surface Assault Bomber
    • (7) Squadrons - NovaSword Space Superiority Starfighter
  • 347th, 123rd, 78th, and 227th Interceptor Wings
    • (2) Squadrons - Wraith class Starfighter
    • (4) Squadrons - Nupperibo II-class Space Superiority Starfighter
    • (14) Squadrons - Sabaoth-class Interceptor
  • 270th and 273rd Heavy Fighter Wings
    • (10) Squadrons - Tempest Zero-class Starfighter
  • 185th and 189th Support Wings
    • (2) Squadrons - Kesh II class Modular Transport
    • (8) Squadrons - Crescent II class Starfighter
  • 95th, 189th, 45th, 231st, 263rd, and 219th Fighter Wings
    • (6) Squadrons - Sabaoth-class Interceptor
    • (12) Squadrons - NovaSword Space Superiority Starfighter
    • (12) Squadrons - Nupperibo II-class Space Superiority Starfighter

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Objective II
Location: City
Equipment: Rifle, Sword, Magnetic Thermal Detonators, Thermite Explosives, Heavy Blaster Pistol, Carbine
Weather: Heavy Rain
Tags: Open

It is raining heavily in the city, that was obvious and so was the floods dotted around the place, he had to wade through a puddle, he needed to get to one of the holy sites to help defend it. But first, he needed to seek some shelter, he is well protected by his clothing but even he has a limit to the amount of rain there is and it's a continuous sheet of water. The place will flood completely somewhere down the line, by that time Tovald wanted to get off the planet.

Ducking into a sheltered place he took the time to focus more, the heavy thrumming of the rain helped somewhat. Why grump about the weather when you can use it to stay on track? There are a lot of places to protect, and he is one person. He could go and link up with a group at one place of Panatha worship, but he could stay here and help hold the city. Better than up in space, twiddling his thumbs and feeling out of place.

Civilian lives are not expendable and knowing that it is only a matter of time before the Mandalorians will enter the city or be already here, knowing his luck he'll run into hostiles.

Tovald made sure to go towards the main temple and keep an eye on both the sky and in front of him. If he remembered anything about the bucket heads, they ambush and descend from the air. Well, what he had gathered from intelligence gathering, they did.

He went into this objective without arms, as it will be inevitable that he'll face combat, so he better has his weapons in reach. Leaping over a large puddle in his way Tovald kept going towards what looked like a temple.

So far everything has gone without a hitch. He half hoped it would stay that way, the other half of him wanted a fight, to blast something's head off.

 

[Domina Prime]

Location: Crash landed in Canthar
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Cause Mayhem | Objective 2
Secondary Objective: Consume & Assimilate
Equipment: None
Vode: Sergeant Omen | Gwyneira Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal | Runi Kuryida |
Allies: Enclave
Enemies: Empire
Engaging: Open~

​

Oh how has it come to this she wondered? In a strange twist, reality now felt like a dream, while a dream felt more like reality. It was only there, locked deep away in slumber-like state drifting around Kestri with no purpose, that the world felt a little more comforting to her. But as the pathetic excuse of a ship sailed through hyperspace. The rattling and clinking of rusty bolts and scrappy hulls filling the air and causing Dima to twist about in the pilots seat, swirling the seat in circles again and again as she hymned to herself in excitement. This was no dream for Dima anymore, after so long she was finally fleeing the birds nest and the strange Xeno could not be any more delighted. She was going to be with her cousins soon, her Vode. The thought caused a bubble of impish giggles to erupt from those dark colored lips.

She never did figure out what this whole fuss was about, having little understanding of the so called factions they were conflicting with nor the context of the battle but she knew it was important to her kin, to her hive.

That was all she needed to know. But in the end, to the creature, a hunt was a hunt. And Dima was oh so hungry~

The heavy absence of her Vode still felt heavy to her, even now. It had left behind a terrible ache, a bleeding fissure in her heart that threatened to spread with each heaving breath. This pain was new to Dima, worse than any wound she'd ever had to endure. How did one continue to function without the support of their pod? Their pack? That was a question she'd never had to consider until now. She wanted them back. She wanted all of them here, with her. She wanted her Vode safe and sound and she wanted them to never leave again and she wanted...she wanted—

It didn't matter what she wanted. In the end, the pendulum still swung, and time continued to move on. It was inexorable. It would not pause for her. It would not go back or reset and return things back to the way they'd once been, to the way she wanted it to. She had to be strong now. She had to look forward. There was no going back now, the only path that was left for her now was straight ahead. She wasn't doing this for herself, after all.

And as Dima's many eyes stared warmly into the visor of her helmet the shit began to shudder and rumble violently as the Hyperdrive faded, the hive creatures eyes widening in complete awe at the display, pulling directly into the madness of the naval warfare as both enemy and friendly ships clashed and zipped back and forth across the coldness of space. Blasters swishing past her as Dima dropped her helmet onto the ships floor gasped.

Her eyes widened, the spiders many gazes shifting and swirling to each massive vessel and the ongoing battle as it raged like a volcano. Clearly distracted and unfocused as her hands pressed against the glass, sitting up out the pilots seat just to stare like some kind of child at the display of a zoo.

"Wooooooooow! so beautiful~" She cooed in delight, the bright floods of color from blasters and the dazzling display of dog-fighting causing her core to swell with excitement.

This moment was very short lived.

Suddenly, the entire ship practically jerked to the side, Dima completely smacking her face into the console and falling away from the pilot chair only to crash onto the ground. "Ow! Kark! Dimas face!" She cried, holding her upper arms into her fifth eye, clearly dazed from the sudden crash as the ship's emergency alerts all rang in the air violently. The ship struck heavily with blaster fire and causing one of the engines to immediately sputter and choke into critical failure.

Dima growled in agitation, standing to her feet and stabilizing herself as she brought her focus and attention back to the console to see that there was an enemy on her tail. "Tsk, little rat!" She hissed, her four arms quickly reaching around the console to activate the ships weapons systems and divert power to the other engines. The heavy guns on the rear of the ship twisting and rotating to face the enemy as began firing a volley of bolts.

Whoever was piloting the enemy ship would have a laugh.

The weapons system was dysfunctional. Each blast from them veered way off target, giving the enemy an easy shot as Dimas ship was struck again, yet another engine practically just falling off the vessel in pieces.

The xeno was, once again. Thrown from her seat, smacking into the console this time, Dima grunting and sitting up with visible anger written across her body, causing all four of those arms to angrily SLAM down onto the controls. Practically shattering many of the buttons, blinking lights and dials. Damaging her own ship in a fit of disappointment as the ship quickly began spiraling and spinning out of control while hurdling into the planets atmosphere. "No fair! Cheater! You are big cheater!" She hissed angrily as she went to manipulate the controls to the ship only to see...they were destroyed.

"Uh oh, oops~" She mumbled, putting a claw to head and scratching as parts of the ship just burst into flames.

Inside the ship it was as if zero-g was enabled as the rust-bucket spun at such a velocity the following enemy unit struggled to land the final, killing shot while it nosedived towards the planet in attempts to follow, blaster fire and missiles whirling by and a couple of strikes completely blowing the wing off the vessel as Dima floated in the air with all the loose objects in the cabin smacking into the walls and bumping into her. "Von is going to be so mad at Dima~" She mumbled as the emergency alerts blared and screamed into the Xenos ear as if trying to tell her something.

Something important. Almost as if she were in intimate danger.

Through the glass, all that could be seen was clouds parting and through the atmosphere at a high velocity, the lush vegetation of the jungle world now on full display as the scenery got closer and closer, faster and faster. Much of the planet hosting their own smaller battles from what Dima could see from her current situation. The wreckage of Mando ships on fire bringing a stinging realization to Dima.

Her hive were...dying.

and as Dima remained suspended in the air a flicker of red spilled from her azure glow.

"Ok rookie~" She growled, teeth clicking and rattling as the slits in her back split open. The snapping of muscles and her body breaking apart as out from those vents slithered four incredibly muscular, armor scaled tendrils. Each one wheezes and hissed as if each were a separately intelligent organism as one of them quickly reached out and slam the button to the back door, allowing it to slowly pull open and suck the air out of the hull of the ship. "Time to go pro, yes!?" She barked, all four of those tendrils grabbing ahold of the twirling ship and pulling Dima back to build strength within them before suddenly, with a single motion.

The Spider was flung from the inside of the ship into the cold, rainy air. And as spider eyes all focused, there was but a single target for her.

Over 40 kilometres in the sky, the enemy vessel was still following the crashing ship to make sure the work was done. However, what that pilot was not expecting from a Mando vessel was what happened next.

FWIP! SPLT! SPLT SPLT!

Through the air, that silk spat from all four of those back tendrils each connected to the enemy ship, Tendrils then pulling heavily and acting as a natural grapple hook as the alien spider was YANKED through the air and pulled towards the ship as it passed.

CA-THUNK!

Dima's claws and legs slammed into the front glass of the enemy ship, six eyes all hyper focused on the pilot within as the lifeform practically clung herself to his ship. "Peek-a-boo, mother-karker!" She spat angrily, an upper arm of her four lifting behind her to launch those sharp claws directly through the front of the ship, shattering the glass with a single tendril and grabbing ahold of the pilot within. "C'mon then! Dima thought you were so strong shooting someone in back! Whats wrong?!" She yelled at them, the pilot panicking quickly at the shock of the creature on his ship as he quickly yanked the controls in attempts to get Dima off.

But for each direction the ship jerked and swung, the Spider remained sealed to the front. The talons of those tendrils working overtime to pull off that armored chest-plate they wore, tearing through the straps and buckles and eventually peeling that protective layer away.

SHLINK! One of the tendrils ejected a single, crystal-like blade of bone from the opening, that tendril hissing tongues before quickly, like a serpent poised to strike the tendril dashed forward. The pilot letting go of the controls and snatching two talons on the tendril to keep it from piecing through his chest.

"RRRRRRRRRAAAAAH!" He roared, her strength barely keeping the bone spire from piercing through him as Dima grinned. One of her lower docked arms reaching past the glass and grabbing the control stick of the ship while the pilot struggled helplessly. One of the spiders many eyes scanning the environment below and aiming the ship towards the battle on the surface, the ship now aimed down directly at the city of Canthar as Dima continued to steer the ship towards a group of Mando's, apparently tactically retreating from what Dima could only observe to be the enemy, blades of light ignited and striking down those who fell behind.

Her target was selected, looking back at the pilot who was trying to reach for his saber Dima spat more silk onto his hands and arms, clinging him to the seat while she began punching in the activation for the vessels hyperdrive as they hurdled from orbit.

"Hyperdrive initiated. Counting down in ten, nine, eight, seven, six-" the ships voice prompters alerted. The pilots eyes widening in shock as Dima cackled devilishly.

"How you like Dima now?!" She teased, that bone blade from her tendril slipping back into her now that he was secure as Dima took all four of her arms and pulled out her middle finger-claw. "Eat it, loser! Dima wins!" She laughed maniacally, the ship learning the end of the count as the spider suddenly leapt from the enemy vessel and allowed herself to enter a freefall and watch what happened next.

"WHAT!? NO! NOOOOO!" The pilot screamed one last time, struggling within his seat as the fighter charged its hyper-drive and with a powerful, explosive pulse that radiated through the air.

The ship zoomed towards the city at speeds Dima could not describe. And within seconds, devastation unfolded. The mandalorians who were repositioning now had the cover of fire, explosions and wreckage all scorching into the earth. Where once several dozen enemies with lightsabers stood, now only a small handful remained. The crashing vessel entering hyperdrive catching many off guard and wiping them from the board in a destructive, gruesome display A scorch trail through the earth leading up to some buildings which had crumbled in the explosion. Many of the others who dodged or dove away managing to cling to their lives as Dima plummeted into the city.

Back tendrils worked quickly, silk being shot towards the side of a building and attaching the rope-like web which allowed Dima to descend slower into the fire and destroyed buildings where the ships burning scraps sizzled with heat and radiation, cutting the web and pulling those back tendrils back into the slits on her back. The warmth touching those obsidian scales as the alien lifeform ever so slowly emerged from the flames of her devastation.

The Sith who lived completely disregarded the Mandos they were hunting, allowing Dimas fellow Vod to retreat in order to regroup with their unit. Their anger directed towards whatever had caused the mess as Dima stood atop the rubble. Five eyes each examining the Sith who survived as they ignited their sabers and prepared for battle.

The lifeform wore no armor, wielded no weapons. It was unclear whose side she was on in this great conflict. And as they sized the small, four armed xeno up one of the battle armored figures spoke.

"This is your doing then? You choose the wrong day to come here creature, you will perish for this!" The warrior yelled, Dima tilting her head curiously as five others behind him all ignited their sabers in turn, all prepared to engage the alien.

"This does not mean to be rude...but for some reason Dima doubts it." She mused with a wicked grin as those teeth chittered in challenge. The warrior stepped forward.

"Six of us, one of you." He pointed out, the other five moving to circle the crash site and surround the Xeno. Dima stared, her fifth eye shifting to look up into the air as the whistling in the air grew louder and louder.

Until suddenly, as if lightning was striking the same place twice. A burning, hurdling ship spinning wildly came barreling into where they stood. And not just any ship, the original rust-bucket Dima had bailed from during her descent from orbit. Two of his 'friends' were instantly wiped out from the crash. The explosion roaring into the air and throwing a third away and into some rocks, practically kicking them on impact as the other three managed to be far enough to only suffer the blowback. The man who had his weapon drawn flung into the air towards Dima and crashing into the rubble at her feet. Dimas tail quickly swishing out and coiling around his arms to lift him up to eye level with the mysterious creature.

"Six eh?" She echoed his statement before, teeth clicking and chittering as those segmented jaws split and tore asunder, drool spilling from her chin and onto the mans face as Dima's mighty jaws began to open wide. "Should have brought MORE!" She snarled viciously, tongues lashing out from those jaws and tangling around the dazed Siths skull, pulling his head into the spiders jaws as they suddenly snapped shut, azure teeth sinking into the warriors skull as the huntress crushed his arms and torso with her tail while tearing at his face with those teeth.

There was a hunger in the creature now. A hunger no blaster or battle could fill. And as those teeth tore at the man, Dima began to see the Sith as less and less of an enemy.

At this point, Dima could not see them as an enemy.

Right here, right now...Dima only saw free food.

Post Overview: Dima entered orbit and got blasted, crashed ships into Canthar city and is now open for opposition <3

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[The Operator]

Ida Saxon|Enclave|Panatha
Tags: Sasha Kryze , open to opposition or other allies.

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"You should see how hard it is to clean a Hutt's mass off a durasteel floor after it's blown up, or anybody for that matter," she replied rather morbidly, such things didn't bother her at all, and she was unfazed by most dead bodies, it was just a fact of life and war, people died. Death wasn't glorious for most people; the glorious end was a myth at best; ask the brave wannabe warriors of the Sith brotherhood who died screaming for their mother while clutching their guts as they wallowed in their own filth and gore. Ida certainly knew; she'd been the one to kill them and send them screaming into the afterlife.

Ida forwent the helmet that her fellow Mandalorians wore; it was too cumbersome and restricted her vision. Instead, she opted to wear a tac vest that seemed to be two sizes too big for her, with a long coat concealing the heavily modified sawn-off blaster she'd called her trusty go-to weapon and an array of grenades and a large knife strapped to her thigh.

Ida sauntered through the door after Sasha, eyes peeled on the shadows around them as she trod carefully and slipped the large knife she had concealed underneath her coat. The pair soon came upon the arsenal inside, rows upon rows of tanks, speeders and other combat-ready craft that lay dormant in storage. Before being in the sixteenth company, she had served for three years in a mechanized stormtrooper unit, so she was intimately familiar with many of the designs; however different they were to New Imperial combat tanks. The fundamentals were the same no matter where you went.

"Of course, I know how to splice tanks, not that it came in much use during the war; the Sith legionaries often fled and left them still running-"

Sasha's comment soon confirmed her own thoughts; she moved after Sasha, who'd already clambered inside a vacant tank. Ida followed her in, seating herself in the commander's tank seat and placing a tank headset on her head.

"You might wanna put a headset on, champ; otherwise, you aren't gonna hear my amazing voice over the sound of the engine."

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[Baron Reinhardt Ström]

Spoiler: Eternal Army Forces

• (2) Ultranaut Thunder-Corps Divisions (Panatha Garrison, comprised of tanks, artillery, mechanised vehicles) - 85% Strength
• (2) Ultranaut Reserve Regiments (Panatha Garrison) - 80% Strength
• (1) Ultranaut Regiment from the 1st Anden Korps - 90% Strength
• (2) Ghost Bataillons from the 1st Anden Korps - 90% Strength

OBJECTIVE: II - Not one step back
TAG: Sergeant Omen Gwyneira Vizsla Thonn Rokkal Runi Kuryida Voices of The Deep Lyssa Io Alessandra Io

Disgraceful. The only word that appeared fitting in this entire situation was disgraceful.

Field Marshal Reinhardt Ström leaned against a map-table in his headquarters, near the heart of the planet's capital of Canthar, within the basement of the main building at the center. This building was built to withstand heavy bombardment, so much so that this was the natural choice to move his command center to. He was chosen to lead the Empire's efforts in stamping out the separatist movement on this world, likely due to his ability in bringing his own homeworld into compliance several years ago. Unlike most Field Marshals, he did not bring the full bore of his army korps to bear upon this world (even though that would be quite convenient now). Instead, he brought agents of his own secret police, who formed a specialized unit akin to the Blackwatch, but they were Anden-born men and women as he was, meaning they too were well adept at infiltrating the rat-holes said insurgents liked to hide within. He had been deployed upon this planet some two weeks prior, and just when he was beginning to make progress, the entire nature of this assignment had changed.

Instead of a world firmly held within the grasp of the Empire, he was now at the epicenter of a warzone. Instead of the legions of soldiers, tanks, close air support, and support staff he would have at his disposal under normal conditions, he opted to deploy upon this world with a retinue nearly three-thousand strong, counting his support staff. It wasn't insignificant when paired with this planet's already formidable garrison; more than enough manpower to counter an insurgency at this stage. But a full scale invasion? He chuckled sardonically to himself at the very thought.

Status reports streamed in from all across the city, combat erupting seemingly everywhere. Based on the reports available to him, it appeared nearly the full might of the Enclave's invasion force was focused on this city. At least that meant they didn't have the entire garrison tied up. It was a small consolation, but one all the same. Most of the armored divisions; save for two bataillions - were deployed outside of the city at remote outposts and bases located in the mountains and throughout the countryside. Some would be out in the open enough to render themselves key targets for orbital bombardment, but many of them would be hidden enough to avoid the worst of the situation unless some infiltrators got a hold of a map.

After pouring over the data for a few more moments, the Field Marshal finally issued orders through his adjutant, Lt. Colonel Reisch ”We need to establish a perimeter around the center of the city, and the crucial points yet to be overtaken. Deploy the 82nd Armored Bataillion to the Power Center, along with one of my personal Ghost Bataillions. They are to dig in and hold for as long as possible. In the interim, find me whatever backup generators we can scrounge and bring them here now.” Dutifully, the Colonel met the Marshal’s gaze as he listened intently:

”Next, the remainder of my retinue and what anti-vehicle guns we have shall be deployed at choke points leading to this command center. This is our final stand, and we need to establish defensive footholds in depth. Mines, IEDs, bricks with damned methane doused on it, anything we can scrounge. The Enclave will fight for every inch of this city. Deploy our soldiers as closely as possible to the Enclave lines. From what I hear, these radicals are loath to fire upon their own positions. Make sure they can’t hurt us without hurting their own assets.”

”And the Separatists, sir?”

Baron Ström held his adjutants gaze for several moments before he answered: ”Execute those we have in custody. Scorch the ground of those we are engaged with as the remainder of the garrison on the outskirts engage in a fighting retreat. We have to establish a line of some sort, and I won’t be impeded by defending citizens who have turned their back on us.”

He made to look down back to his map, but looked back up as he added: ”We won’t deny entry to those who fall back to this location with us, but they will be searched and scanned. Even the children.” His face contorted to a grim, stoney expression as he said that last part. He wouldn’t be responsible for the deaths of his own men, and he wouldn’t deny safety to citizens who sought it in the Empire’s embrace. But he had seen too much to allow himself to trust in the seeming innocence of others.

 

[Malanves Lagrange]

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

Capital Ships

1 x Instigator-class Star Destroyer
-ENS Audacious

2 x Demeton-class Heavy Cruiser
-ENS Hornet
-ENS Wasp

3 x Tyrant-class Missile Cruiser
-ENS Illustrious
-ENS Unbreakable
-ENS Eternal

2 x Gravis-class Heavy Cruiser
-ENS Venerable
-ENS Challenger

Frigates

3 x Skirmisher I-class Frigate
-ENS Sunset
-ENS Dawn
-ENS Midnight

4 x Loth-Wolf-class Patrol Frigate
-ENS Gale
-ENS Blizzard
-ENS Cyclone
-ENS Tempest

2 x Ashkelon-class Escort Frigate
-ENS Whirlwind
-ENS Hailstorm

2 x CR90 Mk VIII Assault Corvette
-ENS Atallan
-ENS Grivelle

5 x Retribution-class Heavy Missile Corvette
-ENS Forrest
-ENS Beniko
-ENS Delven
-ENS Shaw
-ENS Agride

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"Contacts-- detected ten thousand klicks off the port-bow. They're Mandalorian all right," the Audacious's captain spun about to report, "All stations are reporting Condition 2, sir. Hanger crews confirm readiness. At full impulse, we should be in orbit of Panatha within the hour."

Malanves acknowledged the younger man with a tight nod, before returning to the arrays of status indicators splayed before him. What was presented, he found to be overwhelmingly positive. Each commander within the rear admiral's 13th Assault Line, and the missile flotilla he'd drawn from Battlegroup Endeavor, signaled full combat readiness.

"Rear Admiral, I don't understand this, but we're picking up CIS transponders originating within the enemy's blockade." It hadn't been longer than a minute before the line's commodore raised her eyes from the bridge's primary situation monitor. "They... don't appear to be attacking the Mandalorians, sir." Commodore Monidev took a brief pause, as if in disbelief of her vision, then spoke once more, "They're in a position to engage us once we've arrived..."

"Keep me updated on any move they make." Malanves gritted his teeth tightly. What was this? Had the CIS turned against their allies in the Eternal Empire? Without formal declaration? Had he not known better, the admiral may have truly accepted these suspicions. No. The Confederacy wouldn't dare give in to such deceit; they weren't foolish enough to risk all-out conflict with the Empire. These must have been traitors, rogues...

"Very good, sir." Again, the commodore spoke, and Malanves left the realm of his thoughts. The CIS's dealings above Panatha would hardly matter at the moment. For the forces assembled by the Eternal Empire, the objective remained the same-- shatter the blockade. Lest these Mandalorian brutes desecrate the Empire's territory any further.

Malanves leaned forward within his seat, elbows pressed firmly against the metallic arms, hands curling together beneath his chin. "Ready the Tyrants. Load 75 percent concussion missiles. Ten percent ion. Fifteen left in reserve for point defense." The young communications officer beside him met the rear admiral's stoic expression with a nod, pivoting to relay the man's commands throughout the fleet. Then a pause. Malanves paused his duties as well, leaning back as the image of Rear Admiral Sicarus' face was generated against a holographic blue background.

”I can anchor the center. Admiral Race, I can think of no one better to push those New Imperial dogs out of the way. Admiral Malanves, I could use your support on my right flank. Everyone else, hang back and be prepared to respond - i’m sure the Enclave fleet presence won’t let us push through without responding in kind.”

"Very good, Admiral Sicarus." When the image eventually flickered back to nothingness, Malanves smiled. Aximand, a former subordinate from oh so long ago, had now contacted him as a peer, at last equal in rank to the aging admiral himself. Hm. Perhaps, if the fleet survived this engagement, Malanves could give his congratulations in proper.

"Form us up in three columns along Rear Admiral Sicarus's starboard flank. Once we're within range of the enemy, begin missile bombardment-- Concussion missiles concentrated around the enemy fleet's own. Distribute the ions amongst their nearest cruisers."

As the Empire's approach continued, the ordnance emplacements of three Tyrant-class missile cruisers at last extended to reveal rows upon rows of guided munitions, and at last, they lit up with their contents' fiery exhaust plumes. Gunnery officers watched intently as the missiles rocketed off to their demises.

Not long before the first shots left the berths of the Eternal fleet, its commanders were relayed concerning updates-- courtesy of their newly arrived CIS allies. The vessels within the Mandalorian's blockade that bore the Confederacy's transponders were in fact traitors. And despite the allied commander's request that these mutineers be left alive, Malanves managed a morbid grin; he'd have few regrets if these friend-turned-renegades met their ends.

Spoiler: Brief Summary

-Malanves' forces exit hyerspace and begin an approach toward Panatha(NOTE: Disregard mentioned distances. They aren't intended to be so specific)
-A tandem of concussion and ion missiles are fired against the blockade(considering the range, there's no need for any large amounts of them to make any contact. Feel free to shoot some things down.)
-WARRRRRRRRRR

{Tags: Oh... so many people. Aximand Sicarus , Race Tolsen , Aurelian Sigismund , Vemric Keldra, Verin Oldo , Saul Vandron , Dasmi Lindervale, and whatever poor spaceborn soul I missed}

 

[Runi Kuryida]

Was it right? Was it just? Would civilians be in jeopardy? These were all questions that inevitably were raised in conflict. In the end, however, there was only one question that mattered: was it worth it? Actually, there was a second question: did you fight for yourself or the Manda? Worth was subjective and unanswerable until the fighting subsided and stock could be taken of its fallout. How one fought, however, was known in the moment without delay. Runi's sole purpose in joining vod in this conflict was to observe and to guide them through the fires of conflict. Battle could be instructive and hone the triune facets of one's Soul in this life; it could also tear a soul apart, and it was that Runi would do all she could to prevent.

To that end, the Shaman stood in the shadow of Kranak as he stood in command of a squad prepared to engage the enemy.

The group moved swiftly, but quietly through the city to close on their target -- the shield generators that protected the city. Runi allowed the armed members of the unit to take the lead with herself acting a support capacity. While her armor was built for battle, it was not her Path to lead the charge or command victory -- such glory was Kranak and those that conducted themselves honorably in combat.

When they stopped to take stock of the area and redistribute personnel, the angular, avian helm of the Shaman gazed upon the back of the unit's commander. She extended her hand out toward the man's back as warriors positioned themselves for the assault. With the speaker muted, Runi chanted, "Manda hbina bal cabuor mhi teh cuun aru'ela. Kapr mhi sraya'nr parjai jaon at ibic tuur bal athu'neha kak bal gar kote." <Manda guide and protect us from our enemy. May we claim victory over the challenges this day and bring ourselves and you glory.> The power of the Manda swelled within the Shaman before various overlapping rings and glyphs dimly glowed along the back of Kranak Vizsla in bolstering his mental defenses for the trial to come. The magic faded from view, yet its protection remained within. Of the unit, the commander's thoughts must remain his own to lead the vod to victory.

With the blessing of the Manda upon him, Runi lowered her hand and awaited Kranak's signal. Meanwhile, not far from their position a different sort of signal arose from QEMD-15 Echo , its piercing power dulled by distance and yet no less remarkable.

Allies: Kranak Vizsla , Sergeant Omen , Gwyneira Vizsla , Thonn Rokkal
Adversarial: Kuben Woods , Lyssa Io , Alessandra Io , QEMD-15 Echo , Baron Reinhardt Ström

 

[Tyr Mereel]

Objective II: Defeat Foes
Location: Iron Mountains, Panatha
Equipment: Si'kahya Beskar'gam | Rekr Variant, Beskar Spear, ENCL-14 Patronage Precision Rifle, ENCL-12 Repentance Blaster Pistol
Writing With: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open

He felt as the snow began to fall upon the pair, his spear clutches in his hands as he watched the woman look at him in mocked confusion, she was trying to deceive him, Tyr was no fool, this woman would not fall for her petty words and false hopes.

"You shut your mouth Sithspawn, you dare speak as if you know anything about us or our ways? How you disgust me, my brother's spirit will rest well once his slayer is resting in the deepest pits. You should've never stood in the path of the Mandalorians and our conquest of vengence against your kind."

Finally he rested his spear between his grasp and lashed out towards his attacker, the spear was a useful tool, especially in the arms of an experienced fighter, but its major flaw was that if the person could get inside its strike zone the weilder would have a hard time using the weapon to its most effictive nature.

He drove his tip out towards Eina, lashing out at her with all his strength the tip of the spear aimed towards her breastplate, aiming to peice the armor that she wore and straight through her heart, one swift blow was all it would take if his aim was true. He moved at blazing speed, not near the match of someone aided by the force, but at the peak of evolution his reaction speed was second to none.

She would die for this mistake.​

 

[Rath Nihro]

Objective: Search and Destroy
Gear: Empire’s Shadow | Nelvaanian Sword | Shroudsaber x2 | Shroudshoto | KC-95 Ace of Spades
Writing With: Jenn Kryze | Eliz Krayt

Rath knew what was expected of him. It didn’t matter if he was directly serving the military or lingering to the side. He must protect the Eternal Empire’s assets and resources. Including their best interest as well. Protecting and serving as their Spear was always his goal. Even if he must utilize the very same Force that threatens to kill him by the day. Rath had given up on the attempt of hiding his presence for the Warden found that to be difficult if not impossible. So his presence, the kind that suggested being possessed by something larger than his own body, could be felt without hindrance.

One of the major entrances of the mines was fairly active with activity. Originally, Rath hadn’t come here to protect it. Instead he came to the place in hopes to purchase some raw materials for a new project that he had in mind. Even as the headache continues to remind him with a dull ache, a side effect with the amount of force energy that he possessed, Rath had to produce something to not exactly be used for any combative purposes. A device to siphon force energy, specifically his own force energy, and he hoped that would correct the current issue that he faced. Such a thing took a lot of time and resources, and he was in the middle of doing just that too.

However the conversation with the foreman was stopped short when all hell began to break loose from above. Blasterfire could be heard, and occasionally felt as a dull thunder-like sound reverberated from above. An all out and concentrated fire was exchanged from what Rath could see. He didn’t know who was attacking other than they were being attacked. It didn’t hit the mines just yet, but he couldn’t rule out the possibility either. Given his presence, Rath reckoned he’d be like a beacon for anyone who’s force sensitive. Like a swirling mass of the dark side so to speak. Rath looked back to the foreman who was also looking up into the space battle above. The former soldier garbed in dark armor with a non-binary voice coming through the mask put a hand on the foreman’s shoulder to bring the attention back to him.

”Get everyone out of the mines and seek safety away from here. Stay away from any cities until this blows over.” Granted he wasn’t sure if any of the establishment could be saved, but the least he could do was get the civilians away from the conflict as much as possible. The foreman hesitantly nodded his head before he sprinted to basically evacuate the workers. Others chipped in with getting the word around to evacuate from the mines. Rath continued to watch the spectacle that took place above them. Specifically he watched for ships that might’ve breached the line of defense and onto the planetary surface. Little did he know that there were already mandalorians on the surface of course. Both hands were on his blaster pistol holstered at his left thigh while the other was on the hilt of his sword. Despite the two lightsaber hilts clipped on his belt, and a hidden shoto at the small of his back. Rath preferred to use a sword not only because of the weight, but because of the familiarity of it.

Rath didn’t bother to hide his presence in the Force, but he does stick to the shadow-covered areas with one of few buildings. Allowing the shadowsilk of his armor to blend in with the dim-lighting. Additionally, he reached out through the Force, sensing lifeforms and watching the chaotic stream that remained invisible to the naked eye. While there were more than a dozen lifeforms retreating from the mines, there were others that appeared to be approaching his general location. Where had they come from? Rath wasn’t certain, but he assumed they likely detected him as well. Whether it was through technology or Force. So he unsheathed the naked blade and pulled the Ace of Spades from its holster. For even if they had an indicator as to where he was at, Rath still made use of his armor’s natural blending with the shadowy environment and stayed out of sight for now.

 

[Eleena Salwa]

Location: Canthar - Panatha
Objective: II - Not One Step Back
Mission Objective: Hold the Skies
Call Sign: Mermaid Two - “Queen”
Allies: EE ( QEMD-15 Echo Ingrid L'lerim Kuben Woods Baron Reinhardt Ström ) │ HI ( Lyssa Io ) │ CIS ( Kyyrk )
Enemies: ME ( The Operator Sasha Kryze Volo Dragr Domina Prime Obran Andras Garon Siv Dragr Kranak Vizsla Gwyneira Vizsla Thonn Rokkal Sergeant Omen ) │ Sith ( Darth Carnifex )
Direct Engagement: Open!

There were few worlds that Eleena could say she was familiar with. However, Panatha was one of them. Finding herself back on the jungle planet due to growing unrest among the natives in the wake of the Ashlan Crusade’s attempted cleansing of the world, the jet swoop ace had expected only light patrols, not a desperate fight for survival against a full-sized invasion force. There was only so much jet swoops could do as Mandalorian landing ships disgorged their payloads of troops into the city. All the while, Basilisk war droids of various models provided close air support to the landing parties, in many cases, easily dispatching groups of Panathan warriors or Ultranauts as they met the Mandalorians in raging urban gun battles.

Nevertheless, with the massive Mandalorian fleet hanging in orbit, Eleena knew that this was not the worst of it.

Running out from the command center, Eleena quickly mounted her swoop and strapped herself on the pillion, before gunning the twin turbo ion jet drives and taking off with violent acceleration. There had been little time to prepare, with only a quick briefing and tune ups from the few technicians, before the jet swoops were deployed into the skies, each pursuing various mission objectives.

Namely, hold the skies.

Increasing her altitude as the turbo ion engines howled beneath her, Eleena had a good view of the city from so high up, nostrils flaring as she took in the raging scenes of violences transpiring below. Without the assistance of her biochip, which transmitted information pertaining to the location of allies, enemies, and yet more, directly into her mind, Eleena knew that it would have been much harder to make sense of the chaos. For all of her initial anxiety at having her first cybernetic, the biochip had already proven invaluable to her on more than one occasion. She was quickly growing used to MEIPOC’s presence, who was a gentle, seeming non-intrusive, omniscient guardian who advised and if necessary, warned her of danger.

Unfortunately, even MEIPOC had not been able to anticipate the Mandalorian assault.

Leveling out her flight after reaching a manageable altitude, Eleena quickly scanned the battlespace for targets, her senses immediately catching a Basilisk war droid set on a course towards a small platoon of Ultranauts. She immediately pulled her jet swoop down into a shallow dive, gunning the engines as she angled for the basilisk, who seemed to be without a rider, perhaps slaved to some Mandalorian on the ground. Her targeting systems quickly acquired a lock, gently lining up the nose of her machine with the basilisk’s fuselage. Then, the ace willed her disruptors to fire, delivering a salvo of ionized plasma that punctured the Basilisk’s hull, overloading systems and destroying electronics, before the droid's massive bulk was sent careening to the ground in a death spiral.

“Scratch one, Overlord.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/V-02 “Loralora” - Designation: Queen
  • Modular Weapon Hardpoint (4)
    • T-7 Ion Disruptor
    • T-7 Ion Disruptor
    • T-7 Ion Disruptor
    • T-7 Ion Disruptor
  • Modular Launcher Hardpoint (2)
    • Izumo Man-Portable Energy Torpedo Launcher
    • Izumo Man-Portable Energy Torpedo Launcher
  • Pilot Gear
    • FAE/A-03 Repulsor Craft Riding Suit
      • Energy Shield
        • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
      • Undersuit
        • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
    • X-8 Night Sniper

 

[Siv Dragr]

S I T H B A N E

Objective: Eliminate High-Value Targets
Allies: Obran | Volo Dragr
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim | Darth Carnifex

It seemed that Siv had been right. The death of his puppet uncle had brought the Sithspawn out of hiding. And with him, the Empress of the Eternal Empire. The Mandalorian couldn't have set it up better himself; two galaar to be killed with a single stone.

For the first time, Siv Dragr stared into the eyes of the man who had orchestrated the death of his clan. His people. They were filled with an anger and hatred that hid behind a mask of cool calculation, a well of true darkness. Siv was no Force Sensitive, but he wagered that if he had he would've been able to sense the man's overwhelming presence. He did feel. . . colder somehow. But it was an external cold, for he also felt the warmth of a burning fury in his heart. For over a decade he had waited for this day. To exact his vengeance on the man who'd murdered everyone he had ever known, who had left him as an empty shell, a remnant of a once-great Clan gone near extinct.

The Dark Lord of the Sith would need more than sorcery to keep Siv Dragr's fury at bay.

Under his helmet, imperceivably to both the Empress and Sith Lord, his eyes narrowed as he observed their exchange. Like all Sith, it seemed that they had fallen to infighting. That was good -- it could be used to manipulate them against each other, to weaken them before Mandalorians dealt the final killing blow.

Obran began to chant rendition of an old war chant, stomping his heel in time with the beat. Siv knew the words. All Mandalorians knew the words. Brothers all. He looked at Obran with his spear and Volo hefting his heavy repeater, standing on either side of him. Brothers, indeed. He nodded to them each in turn, communicating without a single command issued. They were Mandalorians; war was their way. Feeling his heart beat faster as adrenaline flooded his system, he took a moment to breath. His blaster was in his right hand, his dagger held reverse-grip in his left. He looked down, closing his eyes for what was only a moment, but to him felt like an eternity, centering his mind.

There would be blood.

And with that, Siv led the charge as his jetpack propelled him straight towards the Dark Lord himself. Firing from the hip with his blaster in 'gunslinger' mode, he aimed to land with a kick at the Darth Lord's head. If the Mandalorian was lucky, it would cave the Sithspawn's skull in.
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[Romul Saxon]

W A R M A S T E R

Objective: Let Panatha Burn
Location: Panatha, Low Atmosphere
Allies: Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo | Vren Rook | Aurelian Sigismund | Trajan Fett | Saul Vandron
Enemies: Aximand Sicarus | Race Tolsen | Dasmi Lindervale | Malanves Lagrange | Asaaj En Kelsani | Amelia von Sorenn

"Akaan'alor, Eternal Empire fleets have begun reverting to realspace and mobilizing on the fringe of the planetary system," Gallius reported to Romul, who stood observing the moutain range below. In the moonlight, the mountains appeared almost tranquil. That sense of peace was betrayed by the fleet of Mandalorian warships that hung over it like a flock of birds of prey. "Reports indicate that they are accompanied by ships from the Confederacy."

Romul's lip curled, but he gave no other sign of his amusement. "Oldo and Keldra will hold them off, no doubt, supported by the forces the Vandamar Prince brought to bear. Let the Eternal Empire and their Confederate dogs break their fleets above Panatha; we have our mission to carry out. Have fightercraft been deployed to their sectors?"

Gallius nodded. "Contingents are above both operation zones, ready to be deployed as needed."

Romul breathed in, closing his eyes, letting the feeling of a battle yet about to break wash over him. It was one that he, oddly, missed. The Warmaster had fought so much war that it was like spice. His body starved for it no matter how much harm it did. He finally exhaled, his eyes opened and filled with a renewed intensity. "Instruct the warfleets to support the operation objectives in whatever way is requested. Once Canthar's aerial defenses are lower, then Operation Helsreach can begin in earnest."

From his side he drew a book bound in terentatek leather, almost chidishly small in the Warmaster's giant palms. Enscribed in it were the six actions, the core tenets of Mandalorian life. He let his hands slowly trace down the Mando'a words. Aside from his beskar'gam, the small book was one of the few heirlooms he had left of Clan Saxon, a priceless treasure passed down his patrilineal line.

Ba'jur bal beskar'gam,
Ara'nov, aliit,
Mando'a bal Mand'alor --
An vencuyan mhi.​

Romul had no doubt they would survive. A veteran, he often had the habit of defaulting to what he had learned, to the ways of old. And while the Mandalorian Way must always be preserved, it had been their ways that had nearly brought about their destruction. The Enclave would need to remain stalwart, and most importantly of all, continue to evolve if they were to truly win. Not just this battle. But all the wars to come.

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

Flagship

• x1 MNV-17 Bes'drahr-class Heavy Cruiser
  • The Bes'tare [100% Shields | 100% Structure]

Warfleet Canderous

• x3 MNV-17 Bes'drahr-class Heavy Cruisers
  • The Kyr'am Gaan [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Ciryc Geriuvr [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Keldabe Gra'tuar [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
• x7 MNV-15 Kyr'am-class Strike Frigates
  • The Ashad Akaan [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Gur'adr [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Tyatr'okor [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Tracinya [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Rao'briada [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Etyc Akaanir [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Critioa [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
• MNV-52 Beviin-class Space Superiority Starfighters
  • Multiple Squadrons
• MNV-56 Keldab-class Assault Dropships
  • Multiple Squadrons

Warfleet Artus

• x3 MNV-17 Bes'drahr-class Heavy Cruisers
  • The Gar'tyatr [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Bes'jorir [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Jurkad [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
• x7 MNV-15 Kyr'am-class Strike Frigates
  • The Orar [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Getsr [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Teroch [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Adenn [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Inuyahya [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Aroa'yr [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
  • The Tyatr Lirsa [100% Shields | 100% Structure]
• MNV-52 Beviin-class Space Superiority Starfighters
  • Multiple Squadrons
• MNV-56 Keldab-class Assault Dropships
  • Multiple Squadrons

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Capital Ships of both Warfleets are holding position above Iron Mountains [equidistant from Operation I and II's aerial zones].
• Contingents of small craft have positioned themselves over aerial zones of Operation I and II, to be utilized if needed by friendly ground forces.

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[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Anti-G Suit

Armed With: Skin Shears (Purple Split-Saber)

Flying: Antique Royal Guard TIE

With: Jester Squadron (Model 1 Starfighter Pilots)

Jester Squadron Members:

Jack (Squadron Leader)

Mark

Heath

Joaquin

Troy

Kevin

Jared

Nuetralizer TIE (4 Squadrons)


14 hours before...


Aboard the Dark Judgement (Alyosha Series Star Destroyer)


Shortly after Xiphos had given her little speech, and the citizens, Lyssa, and Alessandra Io had dispersed, The Amalgam found herself staring at the flag.

"Who made that?" The Amalgam wondered.

"Maple."

"It looks nice..."

"I didn't ask."

The Amalgam rolled her eyes.

"And here comes the grumpy routine again..."

The Amalgam followed Xiphos through the passages of the high tech Star Destroyer Xiphos had designed and built initially for the clandestine Dawn of Hope organization. Dawn of Hope wasn't dissolved. If anything, The Amalgam suspected Xiphos would try to convince Ingrid L'lerim of the necessity of keeping it around to include persecution of not only Bryn'adul remnants but now to focus more on The Maw given the threat they posed.

"So, what's the plan?" The Amalgam asked.

"I'm still assembling my ships for a direct assault. House Citizens will have to hold down the fort until I can finish gathering a proper response." Xiphos answered without looking at her.

"Such as?"

"My pissed off children and loads of guns and bombs both for ground ops and orbit. But until I can get my own meager fleet in place...You will have the honor of leading my children into battle..." Xiphos explained.

"Ooooo..." The Amalgam remarked, grinning. "Jester Squadron?"

"Yes. And the Nuetralizer TIE units I deployed at Rhand..." Xiphos confirmed.

"The singing star fighter droids..." The Amalgam said. "Even I never considered doing something that insane. I wish I'd thought of it. A race of hyperspace capable trolls..."

"Tear apart every fething ship you can..." Xiphos said.

"So when do we set sail for Khemost?" The Amalgam wondered.

"That depends on what happens here." Xiphos wondered. "Panatha is of primary importance at the moment. If it's breached it would be a humiliating defeat for The Eternal Empire. It could open up a wound that might never close and attack from Force knows how many others. The Mandalorians are relentless. If you don't hit them with as hard of a body blow as possible the first time they'll just get back up and up and up until you're all but forced to bombard them from orbit to dislodge them from a position they've taken. They're as stubborn as the NIO and as dangerous as your average Sith."

"Just make sure you don't invest too much in this war, Julia..." The Amalgam said. "After all, this could very well be a rerun of before. Maybe the Eternal Empire won't hold up. Then we have The NIO, The GA, The SJC, The Maw, and now The Enclave and whoever else decides to join in on the fun with them wanting us dead. You're lucky the CIS isn't hunting your ass after Rhand."

"I am well aware of my position, Ursula!" Xiphos snapped back at her without thinking of what she said. "It does not bear reminding!"

The Amalgam crossed her arms.

"I just want to make sure you're doing this for the right reasons." The Amalgam replied. "We have our own future to take care of and it's going to be difficult enough with so many baying for our blood. Spilling all our newly acquired resources to help prop up an empire that might end up being more bark than bite, when we should now be using it to secure our own defenses...I just don't want this to end up being another crusade, Xiphos. A way of avenging your failures in the third Imperial Civil War.

"I survived, and Irveric Tavlar didn't. Adhira Chandra toppled from the weight of her own tactical ineptitude and has been replaced by a glorified accountant and The Bastion Accords have collapsed. The NIO has isolated itself. Carnifex is up to his own schemes which are probably too grandiose to actually succeed in the end, though I'm more than willing to admit he'll get quite far, the CIS only exiled me instead of killing me and the Eternal Empire is mostly intact and let's me fight on their behalf. The Enclave will make for an excellent opponent for my citizens to test themselves against. The lessons they learn here will be spread among the others. I like my odds." Xiphos replied confidently.

"And The Ashlan's?"

"They're busy consolidating their power now that Ession has been seized...but I have something special in mind to occupy their attention. This is the time to be bold. To make more moves, not to retreat. The best defenses are good offenses... isn't that what you taught me?"

"I also taught you that sometimes, the best defenses may simply be the best defenses possible..." The Amalgam chided. "War and Profit has perhaps made you too bold..."

"If I hadn't acted boldly I'd be dead..." Xiphos replied. "Where's this caution coming from? You slaughter villages of people. Unarmed."

"Know your limits, Lady Xiphos." The Amalgam replied. "I also taught you that."

Xiphos shrugged. "Ironically, that's the one thing I can't afford to know..."

Xiphos turned away starting to head to the conference room to discuss things with the veterans amongst her Model 1 sons.

"If it all goes belly up, you can always say I told you so...(And here. We. Go.: 90 XP)

"On that day, dear Julia..." The Amalgam said, momentarily morphing into Darth Phyre in body and mind, the now red headed, exotic faced abomination staring longingly at the object of her obsession.

"Even I won't want to..." Phyre finished, before her flesh and mind vanished back into The Amalgam's, who then turned to stare at whoever is reading this.

"Yes, yes, I know it's a Michael Caine quote, but damn it all, the man is so quotable--!"

Two hours later...

"Woooooowwwww..." Jack, a Model 1 Nuetralizer who was colored a custom purple with green photo receptors like the rest of the Model 1's flying in Jester Squadron said as he stared at The Amalgam's fighter in the Hangar of the Dark Judgement.

"It's so red, like a tomato..." said Mark, another Model 1. "I want to touch it..."

"I've only seen it in museums..." Jack remarked. "Where do you think she got it?"

"Zygerria..." The Amalgam said, heading out in a custom white Anti-G Suit with a jagged black moon crescent on the chest.

"And if you so much as lay one grubby Droid finger on my sweet ass ride I'll make sure Mother sends you to bed early every night for a month..." she added.

"You're sure this antique won't break down like your cyberpunk fetish has?" Jack asked.

The Amalgam stomped her foot childishly in anger.

"I DO NOT HAVE A CYBERPUNK FETISH!" she screeched.

"First comes Denial. Then Bargaining. Then Anger. Then Depression. And finally, Acceptance!" Mark trolled ruthlessly, in spite of knowing the danger of pissing her off.

"You're lucky you're your mother's son..." The Amalgam grumbled. "Okay, listen up! I fly fast and do badass chit in the process! Anybody who doesn't think they can keep up should stay the feth here."

"We're Jester Squadron!" Jack replied. "We joke about doing both, while doing both!"

Jared, another member of Jester Squadron was busy riding on a floating Nuetralizer TIE.

"These little guys are just rearing to go!" Jared exclaimed. "Weeeeeeee!"

Jack face palmed, shaking his head.

"Jared, we're supposed to be badass murder bots..." Jack trailed irritably.

"Alright..." Jared said glumly, hopping off the thinking TIE.

"Get in your starfighters. Be wary of these Mandalorian pilots. They're not the scum of The Maw. They have imagination. One mistake and you're done for."

"We are Nuetralizers, born ready to die..." Jack said. "Lead on..."

The Amalgam nodded and hopped into her crimson fighter, an antique from the time of Sidious that she had personally modified...

She and the Model 1's flying in purple TIE Silencers with green cockpit viewports, lifted off first, and then the Nuetralizer TIE's did, these custom painted a dark blue. They were half the size of a normal TIE, and just as fast, sixteen per squadron, and capable of going into Hyperspace.

"Prepare for Hyperspace Jump in three, two...one..." The Amalgam said.

All starfighters rocketed away into the white blues of a hyperspace tunnel...

Present...

They had arrived with the party already in full swing. The Mandalorians seemed to have entirely blockaded the planet and seemed to swarmed it's orbit, with EE ships locked in heavy combat.

The Amalgam took note of the presence of CIS ships commanded by Amelia von Sorenn . So it wasn't totally one sided...

Still...it was a pretty strong offensive. But she would expect nothing less from Mandalorians.

Their pilots were still going to die because of House Io however.

("Stylo" by Gorrillaz Plays)

The Amalgam swooped in leading Jester Squadron, and burned engines right into the thick of most fighting, and soon found themselves immediately under assault from both sides.

"Jack, Mark, Delta 007 attack pattern, now!" The Amalgam ordered, blasting apart a Mandalorian starfighter with a few burst, both she and the other fighters under her command flying a swirling zig zag pattern that would occasionally break apart seemingly at random to confuse targeting, only to reform back together now and then with shocking precision to concentrate their fire on groups of Enemy Squadrons, The Amalgam leading the assault at maximum speed, the Nuetralizer TIE's very difficult to hit due to their small size, and learning rapidly to keep dodging and weaving constantly due to the fierce aggression of Mandalorian pilots...

Two Squadrons broke off to fight closer to the planet, accompanied by one fighter from Jester Squadron to harass the ships that had been deployed by Romul Saxon

The Amalgam's kill streak continued to rise. She had always been a demon with a Starfighter...

Mandalorian fighters were not chumps. They were well armored and the best solution was often to try and hit the cockpit and end the fight as quickly as possible before they got wise to the attack patterns. The Nuetralizer TIE's learned rapidly however, and while a few of theirs had already been shot down, they were quickly learning from the mistakes of their fallen comrades, mixing the aggressive pattern of their foes with their own hit and run attacks, beginning to kill more pilots as they dodged anti space craft fire...


Vemric Keldra

Dasmi Lindervale

Vren Rook

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: Shrine of Darth Vornskr II
Enemies: Mandalorian Enclave, Andras Garon Eternal Empire, all who stand in her way.
Equipment:

Spoiler

Armour, Spear, Zaudraka, Firearm.

Despite the late hour, the braziers of the Shrine burned with red flame, a symbol of defiance. Curtains of red and black velvet framed the tall windows to signal their allegiance. They made no point in hiding. All who gathered in the shrine of Darth Vornskr knew where their allegiances lay, even if she had not been condemned like her father and uncle.

A giant, even among her own, the once Sith Empress stood atop the great stairs, at the feet of the cloven statue in her image. The scorch-marks of her return from the far reaches of otherspace still stained the floor, while black candles of every conceivable size was arranged around the idol to her honour.

The black-armoured Sith looked upon her congregation with eyes that smouldered like embers under a fringe of black hair. The chiselled face was grim, angry, and intensely focused. Once she had counted the Eternal Empress as a friend, a confidant, an ally. But Ingrid L'lerim had come in the way of her family, and moreover, in the way of Joycelyn herself.

This could not be readily forgiven.

"They have told you that your independence is theirs to take away. This is a lie!" "Your gods walk among you. Those of little faith will die today and be reborn as true believers. The blade that is raised against you will coil and turn upon its wielder." "Every. drop. of blood. -that is shed upon Panathan soil spells out one truth."

She turned her eyes down to the flimsiplast in her hand; greyed pages with frayed edges bound in skin.

"Some things are eternal, but this Empire shan't be one."

Two individuals stood on their knees before the EMpress back to back, bound together by red rope so that their heads touched. They resembled a two-headed figure, like the monstrous watcher, who saw the future and the past. One figure struggled in vain, her face flush with anger. The other seemed perfectly content despite his uncomfortable position. Aged remains of bloodshed stained the ground beneath them, where a similar position of sacrifice had happened once before, when the Ashlans arrived.

When Joycelyn had returned

"Three samples of blood!" "One from a friend, one from an enemy, and one from she who casts the spell."

An attendant in red robes rushed to Joycelyn's side and offered a sheathed blade, while a purple-robed one stood aside with the silver pike in hand. Joycelyn seized the hilt of the sword and unsheathed it swiftly. A trail of embers followed the blade as it responded to the vahlacanthix' grip. She touched her cheek with the clawed fingertips of her armour and raked the skin. Droplets of royal ruby blood gathered on the phrik talons as the worshippers in the shrine all began to chant. They were robed in shades of black, purple and red depending on their origin.

A quick string of gestures turned ruby droplets to streaks of crimson in the air, forming the first element of a sigil. The air thrummed with dark sorcery, empowered by the will of the worshippers and the hatred of the caster who bound the spell in blood of three.

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The streets were brimming with violence.

The closer one came to the shrine, the tensions were ripe for blows long before the Mandalorians came. The Panathan rebels, particularly those with a penchant for idolising Darth Vornskr the Second, had held these streets and rallied before the Shrine. Homes were darkened and the streets were splattered with layers of blood from repeat conflicts. Even so, the Enclave's strike team was pushing the rebels and Eternal forces back in the region.

As the Mandalorians came closer to the shrine, they would find bodies suspended from poles. Their bodies were flayed up to the neck, only to have the skin twisted into a semblance of a rope that formed an impromptu noose from which the bodies were hanging. Whether they were alive or dead when the horrific mutilation took place would be anyone's guess.

Upon nearing the bodies, their empty eyes lit up like lanterns, then burst in an explosion of viscera. Explosives hidden inside the corpses send a shockwave of ichor and bone shards at the invaders. Shortly after, blasterfire shot out against the flying opponents from a nearby window, seeking to pick them out of the sky before they could see more of the traps that lay ahead of the strike team.

Out from a hidden side-street, a band of rebels laid down a broad array of blaster fire against the majority of the strike team. These were not Eternal Empire troops, but devoted citizens of Panatha.

 

[Asaaj En Kelsani]

Loadout

Tags:
Aximand Sicarus
Dasmi Lindervale
Amelia von Sorenn
Malanves Lagrange
The Amalgam
Vemric Keldra
Verin Oldo
Aurelian Sigismund

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Now on the bridge of the ENS Blood Knight Captain En Kelsani looked at her orders, her and the other Codas would form a picket line tight the Dementon cruisers. She gave the order and advanced, attempting the keep her own ship shielded by the nearest heavy cruiser, her ship's could not afford to be the first to be fired on, despite its quality of a ship of this size.

"Helm, bring us around 10° to starboard and drop us a couple of hundred meters." let the Manadalorians come, her ship would be able to screen the enemy successfully, and if boarded the enemy would find her a terrifying foe. She felt something damp on her temple and rubbed at it, a bit of stray blood from training? She tasted it, no it wasn't hers at least. She grinned to think that nobody on the way here or on the bridge had mentioned anything to her.

Sensors started pinging as the battlegroup opened fire, hundred of missiles and other projectiles beginning their journey through space towards the enemy. Asaaj took the lead in the picket and ordered her ship to open fire at the closest enemy, the opposing enemy picket screen. Her statshot cannon and hypervelocity cannons energised and filled the void with firepower. "Night Queen, please monitor and analyse enemy formation for opportunities for offensive boarding actions." The hologram appeared immediately in front of her with an unhappy face on her "My calculations predict that my survival odds at much greater if we remain at distance, the enemy ships have significant close range firepower and mandalorians are known for their proficiency in boarding." Asaaj looked back at her AI and rolled her eyes slightly. "That is not what I asked for but I will take your advice into consideration."

She looked at her second officer who seemed bemused at the clash of personalities between the bold captain and the more cautious AI. "Are they always like this?" Asaaj asked him rhetorically with a smile. The officer smiled back in acknowledgement before sending a message to the marine complement to prepare to board.

"please launch fighters and set up an overlapping combat patrol with the other Codas, let's show the Enclave fleet how we keep a picket."