By the Blood | The Battle of Concord Dawn

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Space of Concord Dawn
Allies: All should be headed to ground.
Enemies: [member="Kaine Australis"]
Objective: Secure space.

Aedan turned his attention to the ship that was headed towards him raising an eyebrow as he realized it was the only combat ship in the system aside from defense stations. That meant that soon he would have enemies jumping into the system most likely behind his force. Sighing he stood and gestured once calmly as he turned to his communications officer. "Order the other three ships to drift back to the rear we shall personally deal with that ship. Prepare all weapons to fire and inform or fighters to engage the enemy at will. Have the Devastator MK 2's target those missile boats they can be a hassle." As he spoke the point defense weapons on his ship came alive targeting the incoming missiles in an attempt to take them out succeeding partially as they lowered the total number that impacted the shields of his ship. He turned his gaze onto the holo display watching as the fighter screen broke away the deadly Devastator MK 2 fighters streaming forth a full squadron of the deadly fighters piloted by elites of Aedan's force. The rest of his fighter screen broke off two squadrons of Devastator-class heavy fighters going to engage the enemies fighters. One and a half squadrons of Raider-class interceptors breaking away to attack the enemies interceptors. While the last half squadron of interceptors joined the squadron of Remnant-class multi-role fighters to engage the enemies gunships.

He turned his attention to the larger ship knowing that his fighters could handle the fighter force with minimal loses. Looking over the enemy ships holo image he nodded his head turning to his crew he pointed towards the midship area. "Fire all missiles targeting that ship's top side midsection. All other weapons are to fire direct front I want to show them we mean business." He turned back to the holodisplay as not even moments later forty four assault grade proton torpedoes flew forth from his ship shortly followed by a volley of all fore facing weapons. His gaze absently flicked towards were the dogfights had started violet eyes observing it all calmly.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Concord Dawn at the crash CIS ship
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: CIS ; [member="Rex Taff"]
Equipment: Armor ; WA-01 & WA-02 ; Back ; Revolver ; Pistol ; Calm ; Whisper (Gray's lightsaber)

It didn't take long for the surrender to be accepted by whoever it was that Gray had run into. Did they realize they were at a disadvantage or perhaps injured? He couldn't say yet, but he needed to be cautious regardless. They could be setting up a trap or a trick of some kind, although he wasn't seeing anything to suggest it through his force sight right now. Handy to be able to perceive around things and not deal with the line of sight issues like he would if he had his natural eye sight still. No matter what, he needed to make sure they didn't get any ideas.

As Gray slowly came out into view, he said, " Come out slowly and toss that saber towards me unactivated. Also take off both gauntlets and your helmet then do the same. Any other weapons you have on you as well. Don't try to be clever either. I'm very aware of your armor's weak points. Hands up in the air high after as well." He stopped far enough away as he finished speaking that he could easily respond to any action. Hopefully they didn't try anything stupid. Last thing he wanted was for this to turn ugly when it could have been avoided. As he waited on them, he pulled a long strip of metal off of the hull of the wreckage. Crushgaunts were wonderful things. He began to twist up the metal until it looked more like a cable than scrap. He had plans for it. The whole time he kept the revolver towards a rather lethal spot to shoot on his torso. It was now in their hands how this went from here.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: Concord Dawn, Vizsla Forge.
Objective: Protect his home.
Allies: Mandalorian Empire.
Enemies: CIS.


The sharp crackle and hiss of an arc welder accompanied the bright, flickering light that cast itself throughout Tal's workshop, and his hulking form bent over his latest project. Pieces of both technology and raw materials lay about, organized and stacked in their respective positions and groups, all set up for efficient access as required. He'd been in disorganized forges, seen the way the men worked, and whil he couldn't fault their craftsmanship, their methods left much to be desired. He would have none of that in his own space. For the most part.

His armor stood in a nearby corner, hanging from a rack in all its assembled glory. Up until now, he'd been neglecting the mounting points at the bracers and shoulders, and had finally decided to remedy that issue. The left gauntlet had already been adorned with its own armament, and the welding ceased before Tal stood and returned to the armor, testing the current piece for fit.

It was about this time that a console nearby began to chime, and a glance told him of the fleet that had so recently arrived in orbit.

"So there you are."

It gave him no specifics, but he didn't need any to know this had been a long time coming. Whoever it was up there, whatever their grudge was against the Mandalorian Empire, he knew they were going to show up eventually. Them and half the rest of the galaxy. Ra had angered too many, broken too many bonds, for everyone to leave them be during their rebuilding. That, and he was pretty sure no one out there trusted them as far as they could throw them through a three-day hyperspace jaunt.

Ra had made them a lot of enemies, and now they came to call.

Taking the final few moments to make some last minute adjustments to the new mounting, Tal fixed it in place and began suiting up.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Location: Concord Dawn, Groundside, Australis Military Camp

She smiled as she entered Kaine's tent - with a few other men in the tent. She noticed one man in particular standing out besides Kaine. Sheesh, these people were so tall compared to her.

In either case, she didn't feel uncomfortable due to them - she felt uncomfortable due to the massive armada that floated above them in space - preparing to rain down troops, guns, and all sorts of soon to be slaughtered people... On both sides. She could do some minor to intermediate health, although she had no real tools to do anything major. That was also presuming she would be in a position where she could help. Right now, she was just looking for instruction.

She was able to ask Kaine what she should do to help prepare or even engage in battle but he was going into a broadcast. He was honest about it, at least - they had to dig in and fight until reinforcements arrived. What he didn't seem to emphasize how exactly long that would take, a question that normally Cassiopeia would be asking quickly. She did worry about the civilians that could get hurt in this crossfire. Neither side should want that, right? She bit a nail nervously as she waited for him to finish the broadcast.

Carid was the other guys name. She nodded. The other individuals left per their objectives and it left the three of them in the tent. She followed Kaine outside of the tent and towards the battle, albeit a little nervously. "What should I do? Just... Shoot as much as possible?" She asked, although quietly. She was a great marksman, but she had never been in an actual battle before.

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Crash site
Allies: Confederates
Enemies: [member="Gray Raxis"]
Objective: Stay alive till can do something
Knowing there was nothing else he could currently do, he gave gray half his lightsabre making it look as if he only had one blade. Giving him with the side with the bigger force signature as it had a dantri crystal in it, using hide signature on the silver lightsabre, and then taking off his glove and helmet. Tossing them towards him, "that is all I have Mandalorian." Raising his hands in the air waiting to see what will happen next. "Mandalorian before I become your prisoner what is your name?" Hoping to learn anything to give him an advantage.

 

[Malok]

”Because they first attacked us.”​

As ascension gripped his armored form, the Vicelord’s words thundered forth in response to his...son. It was strange, looking upon [member="Darth Nius"] standing before him. Strange in the sense that the young man was practically a mirror of his younger days. The average man, when confronted with claims of paternity, would often dispute them immediately. Vehemently. But with this scenario, there was no question. From the cut of his jawline to the messy dreadlocks atop his head - Caecilius Verd was his. Reaching, the Sith placed his dominant hand upon the man’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. ”You will follow me into battle. Come, the Hangar awaits.”

”Admiral, the Bridge is yours. Proceed as planned.”

An enthusiastic “aye sir” was presented alongside a salute as the Sith led the way out of the Bridge. And, as his confident strides bore him along, he found himself hard-pressed to ignore the cold that seemed to wash over his arms. The Void...it was deafening. For the past several months, [member="Srina Talon"] had been by his side in all things. Never were they apart for more than mere hours at a time. If not within arm’s reach, they were at least upon the same world. Within comm range. But now, she was safe - recovering on Ryloth from her injuries sustained during the Tatooine offensive. And their Bond ached. But now was not the time to place attention on matters of the Soul. As the Admiral barked orders behind him, the Sith stepped into the turbolift and lingered so that his son might join him.

And as the doors slid to a close, he could hear the response to the assault of the Huntress.

”Sir! There’s a Frigate out there tearing the ramships a new one!”
”Good. Let’s give our Vicelord an opening. Bring us about, prime the Ion Pulse Cannon!” Darth Metus did not get to hear any additional orders from his subordinate, but [member="Shia Kryze"] would be the first to see the result. As she unleashed hell upon the Ramships which bored down upon the planet’s defenses, one of the mammoth cannons began to gather power. Streams of ion energy manifested as dancing bolts within the weapon’s circumference - but it would take some time for the weapon to fire.

The lift shuddered. Descent gripped the pit of the Sith’s stomach as he tuned his helm to the open comm. Data began to flood in from the front - [member="Aedan Miles"] had made his proclamation to the Mandalorian forces and was engaging the enemy. His Forces were mustering, awaiting the green light to launch. And then...a new voice echoed over the channel. It was one that sounded vaguely familiar, but as the lift doors screeched open he focused solely on the words. Get out of my house. she dared to say. Sounds like a Dem’adas. he mused to himself, shaking his head. Folding his hands behind his back, he took his first steps into the Hangar. His response?

”I know whose space I have entered. I was born within these borders. Raised by the Resol’nare. Bled for Mand’alor after Mand’alor. Slaughtered for Crusade after Crusade. And what was my reward? What gratitude was given to Isley Verd and his faithful House? Exile.”​

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”But even then, we accepted the will of the Mand’alor and went our way in peace. But you...You all spat in the face of Honor itself. You brought fire down upon the heads of my kin and my Confederacy above Dagobah. You turned coat like animals and bared your fangs against my ally. No more. This Mandalorian has a long memory.”​

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”Face me, Mand’alor.”​

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The Vicelord then ducked his head as he entered the Scimitar-class Star Courier. At the instant of his arrival, the signal was given for the Confederate forces within the Hangar to pile as many as they could within the twin stealth transports. Elites, such as [member="Riggs"] and his crew, would find themselves cramped alongside their liege. At once, the engines spun up and their onyx forms sliced out of the hangar, raising their cloaks immediately. The Landing Craft tarried behind, awaiting the creation of a full opening when the Dread Spear finished its charging sequence.

For now, Darth Metus hurtled towards the planets’ surface, relying upon the skill of his pilot to evade decimation along the way.

Spoiler

[member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Tal Vizsla"], [member="Amaya Cardei"], [member="Riggs"], @Katrine-Van Derveld, [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Rex Taff"], [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"], [member="Muad Dib"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Deram Carid"], [member="Kervo Namadi"], [member="Alleria Fett"]

 

[Rapax]

Location: Just landing in the Barren part of Concord Dawn
Immediate Allies: N/A
Immediate Enemies: Hopefully a [member="Silas Mantis"]
Gear: In bio

From helping out Muad Dib in some aspects on Mandalore for some reason to now helping the Verd fighting Mandalorians on Concord Dawn. He brought his full arsenal and the new Beskar Armor that was developed for him, among other tools and weapons that he will need in this event against Mandalorians who he respected as a warrior race which was a double edged sword. Part of him didn't wish to engage against Mandalorians due to there ferocity however there was another part that was stronger then him that wished to fight them again who knows perhaps one of the children from before will be here no doubt abit stronger then last time but present for him to deal with, He landed not far from the village but far enough that any battle that might occur it wont reach the village itself as he walked out and kept his senses about preparing himself for any surprises that might be instore for him

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Surface - Australis War Camp
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Alleria Fett"][member="Braith Achlys"]
Enemies: CIS [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Riggs"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Darth Nius"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Neutral/Protection for the People: [member="Amaya Cardei"]
Objective: Goad the Madness to her Feet

So this was the reconciliation of Ra Vizsla’s betrayal on Dagobah. Yasha took in a deep breath and cocked her helmet-clad head to the side.

“Ma’am… no. Let me fight him… or Kaden or…” Ambrose hopped off his bes’uliik at the edge of Australis’ Camp. “Ma’am, he’s dar’jetti.”

“Fan out the Yalilyr, add them to Australis’ numbers. I want bes’uliik in reserve on the wings. Ka’lo, Ambrose, you’re with me. We hold this line! We hold this planet! We are not to blame for Dagobah, and we will not lose our blood for it!” Yasha spoke on the internal comms of all the Mandalorians present, confident and pristine of standing.

The voice of the speaker… Isley Verd? Yasha’s eyelids narrowed under her buy’ce. She knew a Verd once… or more rightly, she knew an Isley... her gauntleted hand curled into a fist, then relaxed to clutch the head of the tomahawk strapped to her thigh... Isley...

... was it one and the same?

“The one who turned our coat is gone. You enact revenge upon farmers and village folk, and call it justice. I will not allow my people to be condemned for a once and former King!” Yasha’s voice boomed across the external comm link, for all to hear. “You want to face Mand’alor? If you make it to the surface, Verd, come and find me! Leave the civilian populace of Concord Dawn alone.”

Reports in her ears, the population rising up to fend off the attackers. The line between civilian and military on any Mandalorian-owned planet was as blurred as a nebula’s dispersed gasses. All Mandalorians were capable of combat. All could bear armour and arms and fight for the Vode.

“Mando’ade! We will never bow our heads, nor will we kneel! Rise up! They have come to take what is ours, and we will not avail them!”

In the sky, ram ships collided with planetary mines.

A single entry point appeared between the flashes of the CIS Hailstorm. The ground troops had a path to the surface.

“Ambrose, turn on our locator beacon. Let them find me.”

“Ma’am!” Ambrose grunted, baring his teeth under his buy’ce. Yasha gripped his shoulder pauldron and yanked him close.

“Give them a target away from the civilians. Our forces are here. Our warriors are here. Let them come to us and we can defeat them. Baiko and the fleet are in the sky already. Trust me, and do it.” Yasha stopped her whisper and walked calm and collected into Kaine Australis’ tent, where she saw him, Carid and a woman she didn’t know.

“Australis! Carid! About time we lost the rust from our joints, eh? I’ve positioned my Yalilyr around your fortifications. Baiko and the Hell Wolf Fleet are above us, they never left the system after our escort. Our people are the first priority of course, but if they hit the vertical garden towers, our food supply is nixed. People will starve. Once they hit the surface, leave me my opening to face this disgruntled exile. I will wait out with the Mando’ade.” Pulling her songsteel sword from its’ sheath, Mand’alor waited for the first of the successful forces to hit landfall.

Isley... no. That wasn't his name, it was Metus... wasn't it?

 

[Baiko no Kaho]

Location: Space Around Concord Dawn
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Shia Kryze"]
Enemies: CIS [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Darth Metus"] @Fleeters
Objective: Destroy the CIS fleet (OOC: Metus told me to go nuts... Woohoo! Let's have some fun!)

The cavalry was further ahead of schedule than Kaine Australis thought. Call it a twitch, or a hunch, but with the Mand’alor on the surface and her riduur on Concord Dawn, Baiko and half the Hell Wolf Fleet had been in the system. How else would the Mand’alor get around?

“Ma’am, the planet is under attack, do you wish to open comms?”

“By heavens whatever for? Mand’alor made her line clear, and they’ve crossed it. No, Commander. There will be no pleasantries from me, today! Our families are on that planet.” The Echani-Kiffar pursed her lips and watched the sensor reports of cruisers, dreadnoughts and carriers incoming. Ram ships after defences… the attackers knew what awaited them.

They were familiar with the Empire’s tactics and defence grids… but they weren’t familiar with the new ships and guns. Incursion would come, it was only a matter of time. The Mandalorian Empire had more teeth than others might have thought.

“Let’s remind these xar’chath which nest they attempt to topple from the tree, eh? Ready all weapons, send the convoys in tight. Go in shooting, they had their chance to leave.” Baiko no Kaho sat in the Command Deck of her adopted daughter’s flag ship. “Captain Rau’ga, Captain Farr, engage Electronic Countermeasures and your full-spectrum distortion projectors. I’d fancy they’ll ponder their decision making when they’re as blind as [member="Gray Raxis"]. Jam the enemy fleet’s signals!”

Baiko received an ‘Aye’ from Captain Rau’ga and Captain Farr of the two Pygmy-II Class Coordination Cruisers with her armada. The countermeasures would create false positives, ghost ships on sensors and the illusion of a greater force. Evening the odds.

“Gunners! Aim at the Malevolence Class ship and fire all six of our gravitic cannons across its’ underbelly. Rip it apart… fire!” Baiko punched her fist on the armrest of her chair, with a growl.

“Captain Takala, break off your attack wing and punch holes in the ship firing on the Huntress.” Captain Takala’s Shukalar Rekr-Class Dreadnought broke from the fleet, with its’ armada, and took aim at [member="Aedan Miles"]’ main force. TSE-4 Mandalorian Brawler fighters poured from the Rekr-Class’ hangar, engaging with the CIS droid fighters in a series of ‘arrowhead’ formations.

The fleet broke in three pieces, swooping around the planetary defences in three breaks:
A: The Hell Wolf bore down on [member="Darth Metus"]’ Malevolence-Class Dread Spear, swooping through on a direct line perpendicular to its’ belly. 4 Guardian Class Frigates, 1 Pygmy-II Cruiser & 1 Rekr Class Dreadnought attending & watching the Hell Wolf’s flank.
B: Captain Takala’s Shukalar Rekr Class Dreadnought broke off with 1 Pygmy-II Cruiser and 4 Guardian Class Frigates to fire upon [member="Aedan Miles"]
C: Captain Mwwaaauurggg’s Ramanar Rekr Class Dreadnought hung back near the reserve portion of Muad Dib’s cruisers, raining down cover fire to attempt to force the CIS fleet into one three dimensional area.

There was blown a hole large enough in the defences for some landing craft to make it to the surface, pursued by Mandalorian Gunships. Enjoy your Ground Battle, guys!​

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective: Make some noise
Location: Just outside Australis Military Camp
Complement: 15 Namadi Blood Riders

The vicious roar of the Blood Rider's speeders ripping through the terrain echoed with an immense intensity as they encroached upon their objective. Voices came upon Kervo's ears. Voices he hadn't heard before. Voices giving him and his riders orders​.

"Who is this Australis? I don't know the name. Whoever made him​ general will hear from me soon enough. But, first..." Kervo could spot the camp up ahead. The kick up of dirt behind the riders was immense. their formation was flawless and their movement was precise. They were a well oiled machine of ruthlessness. The Riders continued on to the camp, halting just outside of it. "Wait here." Kervo rose from his speeder and walked into the camp, looking for some kind of authority or someone with a plan. Not that he needed someone else's plan, but he did need to know he was not in this alone. This military camp was proof enough, but someone had to be in charge of it. More than likely, it was the Australis guy Kervo heard earlier.

 

[Daxton Bane]

They are those who say war is about honor, a duel between warriors of opposing philosophy all for the greater good. Daxton Bane held no such delusions, war was his blood, death was oxygen. To spread death and misery was his ultimate calling and he would let nothing and no one get in his way.

Where others of the CIS targeted military hard targets, Daxtons group intentionally targeted civilian centers, specifically medical centers, dense population housing, water purification facilties and food storage warehouses. From the skies they came, at first dozens, then hundreds until the sky was black with incoming ships.

But these ships bore no organic Confederate soldiers, no these ships were packed with Daxton chosen gift for the Mandalore people. Assassin droids in their hundreds, packing canisters of toxic and biochemical agents. Each droid destroyed would poison the land, tainting the ground and air for generations to come, poisoning the genetics and mutating them in ways no one could possibly expect.

Leading the charge was Daxton Bane, his crazed minions cutting everything in their path, the Sith was laughing like a madman as he threw a few grenades at fuel depot and watched it erupt in flames, the Dark Side was strong in him and going stronger with each passing moment.

[member="Kervo Namadi"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Sorry double post

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective: Hurry Up And Wait
Location: Surface - Australis War Camp

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"You better believe it, Yasha!" Deram called, grinning as he looked over at the young warrior, the Mand'alor. Today she would prove herself. "Time to tal'galar some aruetycs, eh?"

Deram didn't mind the odd morale speech. It helped to do exactly what was intended. That said, after several were given, the old Mandalorian was about ready to get down in the trenches. He nodded to both Kaine and Yasha, hoping to see each on the other end. The others around, they seemed younger, less experienced, but still eager to prove themselves. That was good, that showed tenacity and drive, it showed pride in who they were, but most importantly it showed they weren't cowards.

"Remember lads," The old Wolf said, grinning as he slipped his helmet over his head. "If you don't come back talyc, don't come back at all."

From the rear of the camp, several speeder bikes began revving. The members of Clan Carid would join other mobile forces, offering support and their lives, in order to harass and flank the enemy when they reached the field. Above, the telltale sign of ships entering atmosphere could be seen, and Deram looked to his fellow warriors, feeling a swell of pride. Each of them was ready to do what needed to be done, and it was going to be an honor to fight alongside them again. Deram ignored the arrival of the speeder group, instead focusing on keeping his eyes and sensors skyward - he wanted to know when landfall was, exactly, in the field before them. Still, there were faint thumps in the distance, which sounded like mild echoes of explosions to the old warrior...

"The enemy might be on the ground already, Mand'alor," He said, glancing to Yasha. "Hear that? Very faint, but explosions are explosions."

With a growl, already wanting to be in the heat of battle, Deram muttered under his breath...

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur..."

Pulling his large poleaxe from his side, twisting the handle and extending the powerful weapon, Deram crouched with other Mandalorians, waiting, watching...

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Allies: Mandalorians Yasha Mantis Gray Raxishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10463-gray-raxis/ Shia Kryze Kaden Mantis Kaine Australis Cassiopeia Caranthyr Kervo Namadi Silas Mantis Tal Vizsla Alleria Fett Braith Achlyshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16301-braith-achlys/​

Enemies: CIS Darth Metushttp://starwarsrp.net/user/207-darth-metus/ Riggs Rex Taff Muad Dib Scherezade deWinter Aedan Miles Rapax Daxton Bane Darth Nius Katrine Van-Derveld​

Neutral/Protection for the People: Amaya Cardeihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/14467-amaya-cardei/​

Spoiler: Translations[/SIZE

]Tal'galar = to bleed
aruetyc = non-Mandalorians
Talyc = Bloody/bloodstained
Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur = Today is a good day for someone else to die

 

[RC 212]

[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Deram Carid"] : Missing a few I know.

Australis Military Camp

The Battle was set then. She watched along the berm as the men hunkered down for the inevitable assault. Felt the boom of ships hitting their sacred soil. The weight of the rifle in her hands, c clamped into her shoulder nice and tight. Yes they were coming, but first she'd have to even the battlefield.

"All Warbirds, LAUNCH. GAME ON."

From the hangars behind them a flight of X-Wings and Gunships bearing the Fett Skyfighter symbol ripped up and away. Their engines blaring as their turbos burned overtime.

"Stack circular, my position. Keep Gun Ships lower, Fighters four hundred meters above, stand bye."

She switched channels to Yasha and crew.

"Keep goading them in. Let em get close and hold fire. I got something for them."

 

[Riggs]

The ViceLord made his way into the hanger which was the signal for the troops to begin loading their transports. Straightening he nodded at his unit and the followed [member="Darth Metus"] to the shuttle on standby. The Fanged Ones had a reputation and had earned their place among the elite.

Up the ramp they went and found seats. Strapping in he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Cain and Abel snickered at the ritual which caused Riggs too open one eye looking at them. The twins quickly found something to focus on. A twitch at the corner of his lips revealed his amusement.

His ribs were nudged by an elbow and again he opened an eye as the shuttle left the capital ship. "There he is." Looking at where she nodded, Riggs saw the ViceLord and his companions. Both eyes opened as he studied the other man for a few moments. He didn't know what he expected. Shrugging he closed his eyes.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Concord Dawn at the crashed CIS ship
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: CIS ; [member="Rex Taff"]
Equipment: Armor ; WA-01 & WA-02 ; Back ; Revolver ; Pistol ; Calm ; Whisper (Gray's lightsaber)

The use of force sight was rather interesting in that it allowed a very different sort of sight from natural vision. Because of this reason, Gray knew that the person who surrendered was trying to be clever even after he told them not to be. They had thrown everything on them towards Gray like he asked, but he only saw half the saber he had sensed originally on them. Either that meant he was mistaken before or they were holding out on him now. He was willing to take the bet it was the later. If they were going to not take him seriously in this situation then he just needed to teach them why it was never a smart idea to be clever.

Without any warning, Gray flung his left hand up and activated his wrist attachment. Sound waves began to batter the young man immediately. He would find it hard to breath and his heart would have trouble beating from it. It was not going to be lethal as the attachment wasn't designed to be, but it certainly wasn't going to be pleasant. As he held up the assault of sound, Gray would use the force with his right hand to pull the items the young man tossed earlier further forward. Once they were at his feet, he holstered his revolver and pulled the young man's saber up to his hand. There seemed to be no switch on it that he could find, but he didn't need to find it. He wasn't going to activate it. Instead he used his crushgaunt to try and break the lens by crushing the top of it. Successful or not, he would drop it back to the ground then slowly move towards the young man. The sound never stopping once the entire time he did all of this.

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Crashed landing ship
Allies: CIS, (If any)
Enemy: [member="Gray Raxis"]
The man didn't answer him instead he raised his wrist. Rex reconsign it immediately he feels the sound waves hit him immediately. Damn it was all he could think while the pain began. Rex begins finding hard to breathe or even think but he did know on thing he would focus any thoughts on hiding his lightsabre. Then his gear is dragged towards the man in the force, then the man grabs his lightsabre. Which was when he saw the man crush the lens of his lightsabre. As the lens rolled towards him Rex felt angry, but he needed focus what little brain power he had left on hiding his lightsabre from the man, it was his only chance. Must .... Focus....

 

[Daxton Bane]

Enemies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Deram Carid"]

Mandalorians fought well, well enough at least droids enough to create a sickly green orange miasma in the air. Biotoxins, coutesy of Dagobah, these chemical markers filled the air with highly toxic fumes. Black lung disease, beggars bladder, green rot, a whole series of lingering painful sicknesses that seep into the soil and air for generations to come. Those that died outright were the lucky ones, the injured and dying were inhaling these fumes with each breath, slowly allowing the contaminants to take hold in their system and corrupt their very dna.

The wails of injured and trapped could be heard from beyond cloud of sickness spreading across the sector. This was intentional on the part of Daxton, for what true Mandalorean could turn a blind ear to the cry of their people in need? The brave and stupid would come charging in and would be met by waves upon waves of droids, each a ticking bomb waiting to explode in the face of the defenders. Each droid destroyed would only expand the miasma field, further poisoning the environment and working to Daxton’s advantage. Each defender that fell dead or injured was payback for their peoples arrogance.

Aside from the psychological aspect of this strategy, there was an economic side as well. By Daxton’s calculations if he simply murdered people, the death toll would be higher but once the dead were buried the Mandalorian people would recover in time. But if he left them tainted and corrupted the impact would be far more lingering. Forcing their economy to support the injured and invalid for a much longer period, the corruption of the land tainting their food, water and air supply. Their very pride, their precious DNA corrupted into a far baser form. This was Daxton’s revenge, long, cold and lingering. It was almost a mercy to put a blaster to their mouth and pull the trigger instead.

As it was, Daxton’s force had rendered large areas infected and tainted, as the Harbringer moved his forces onward and forward. So far no one seemed willing to challenge his progress or even slow it down.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Current Mood: Less confused, more focused
Location: Aboard Crimson Shadow
Tag Team: [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Shia Kryze"]
Allies: Confederacy ([member="Darth Metus"], [member="Darth Nius"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member=Riggs])
Equipment:

Spoiler

Wearing:

• Outfit
• Coat
• Boots

Items:

• Talzin's Sword (to be summoned later)
• Rifle
• "The Nasty Blade"

The Crimson Shadow had been moving in towards the planet, her eyes switching between screen and window as she kept an eye on the situation around her. Her shields were already up as she kept thinking about it being bad to bring her Mother's beloved ship into a battlefield, something she would never do again, Katrine stored to memory as she continued. "Won't be long now," Katrine only said as she sped up a little bit before she noticed the small notice on her screen, something fast approaching.

Without thinking, she forced the ship to the side, picking up speed, wanting to get out of range. Fire still kept coming and she kept moving, speeding up a little bit more. She'd be hit, just at the edge of her ship, the ion fire brazing against her shields and causing damage to it. The system alerted her to the smaller percentage just before she'd entered the atmosphere. "Buckle up!" Katrine managed through the ship's sound system for Scherezade before the Crimson Shadow began to vibrate against the atmosphere, her fingers altering speed as she went. Who taught you how to fly? Her mother's voice echoed through her mind.

It didn't matter though, not what her Mother had said, not the fact that more ships would be coming soon. The only thing she needed to focus on was not crashing. Against the interference, Katrine tried to force the ship to straighten out as she kept descending. Whoever it was that had caused damage to her vessel was going to get an earful, that was for sure, provided she caught up with them.

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective: Superhero stuff
Location: Military camp


A messenger spotted Kervo and ran up to him. "Vod, there is someone out there terrorizing the citizens. Butchering them. Using some kinda chemicals and killing them all. We need your help." Kervo sighed. Not out of frustration. It was more of a sigh of relief.

"Very well. Point the way." Kervo followed behind the messenger to the outskirts of the camp and pointed in the direction of where [member="Daxton Bane"] was.

"That way, vod. You must hurry."

Kervo returned his helmet to his head and returned to his riders. "Follow me." Moonsplitter lit up as it's rider mounted. Kervo looked ahead with undeniable determination and sped off to meet with the terrorist slaughtering his people. The ride was short, but for Kervo it felt like a millennia. He could not fathom a reason for the atrocities the Confederacy were committing, but he would certainly grant them no mercy. Kervo and his riders soon came upon the scene of the latest attack. The quickly decomposing bodies littered the streets in mangled messes of flesh.

"I want these monsters found. I want them brought to me. Alive." The Rider split up in teams to scour the area in search of the attackers. Kervo, however, went alone. He found a spot to park his speeder bike and set off on foot. He checked his gear. MF-44 in his hands, blood rider axes at his waist, MM-27 in his thigh holster, and a Needle Disruptor on his back. His visor continuously fed him information about his surroundings. Any ambushes or surprises would be futile.

War had come to Concord Dawn once more. And he was prepared for it.

[member="Daxton Bane"]​