Capitalist with a Gun: Mandalorian Invasion of Roche (Mando vs Republic)

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Muurian transport Osprey, near Nickel One
Objective: Not die...
Allies: [member="Cuan Kunn"]
Enemies: [member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Anija Betna"]
Gear: Muurian transport Osprey, various items found in bio

"<This is Kunn from Alliance Sqaudron ‘Legionnaire.’ Direction would be nice, who’s flying out here.>"

Rami began to rattle back in his halting sullustese, "<Jedi Order...transport Osprey...Padawan Rami speaking...>"

Brilliant lights flashed all around his cockpit as laser and ion cannon fire from the Kessel's Pride lashed out at the jedi's ship. The bolts smashed into his shields, causing the hull under his feet to vibrate incessantly as the Pride fired on them. Travot did his best to angle the incoming attacks against the stronger sections of the Osprey's shields, but even as he did that, still something ominous tugged at his conscience. It spiked suddenly as the red light and warning klaxon sounded. Travot's eyes darted towards the two rapidly approaching projectiles launched by the Pride. He felt terror and nervous energy flood through his body. Instinctively he slammed the yoke hard to starboard in twisting displacement roll in an attempt to dodge the incoming torpedoes.

One of the torpedoes smashed into the leftmost side of transport's bow. A brief incandescent fireball engulfed that side of the vessel, rocking the ship violently as the explosion tore through part of the ship's hull. Inertia carried Travot's head far to the right to smack it against a bulkhead. A dull pain began to suffuse through the right side of his head as his eyes searched for a landmark as he fought to stabilize the ship's controls as it tumbled through the belt. His eyes briefly rested on an uninhabited asteroid smaller than the Osprey. He selected it and tapped the firing stud in a fluid snap shot. A blue blob surged out of the freighter to detonate on the rock. Shards of rock and a small cloud of dust engulfed the Osprey to conceal it, allowing Travot the modicum of time he needed to fully take stock of the situation and his ship. He could only see dust through the ship's cockpit.

"That's a doozy," muttered Rami,simultaneously stroking his newly bruised chin and scrawling through the diagnostics, "looks like the left side laser cannon is out of commission along with the shield projector in that area...they'll be hitting pure hull there if we're not careful..."

"I guess we'll just have to be more careful in keeping our distance..." mused Travot.

Travot yanked the ship's yoke up to take the Osprey in an inverted loop through the dust cloud. The Osprey broke free of its concealment to surge forward back into the fight. But rather than directly approaching the Kessel's Pride, Travot gently pushed the controls so that his flight path gently looped around that of the modified 720 freighter, allowing his twin turrets to do most of the shooting at the Pride while he used his front laser cannons to take opportunistic shots at the besuliik traatalitte fighters tangling with the X-wings of Legionnaire Squadron or to provide anti-missile fire for the X-wings. He gently rested a finger on the firing stud of his own proton torpedo launchers, waiting for just the right opportunity...

 

[Cloudburner]

Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Equipment: Grappling hook.
Location: Nickel One

"Commander, either way you will die. There is no point in sacrificing yourself for the Republic, it will just fall twice as harder."

Vahn circled the commander in a pattern, for he was too smart to attack now. He would have rough punches at the commander, and all of them would miss.

Unexpectedly, the building that Vahn had previously grappled on to when the fight started would collapse and fall into the direction of the Republic commander and the Mandalorian. Vahn then pushed the commander in the way of the collapsing building and would run out of the area.

Vahn walked away. He was weak, tired, injured. He laid down to rest. His hand had been torn off and so had his psyche. Hopefully the commander would have either died or would have been too injured to care.

How would the bounty hunter escape from this death trap? He had no chance of being evacuated unless a unit found him, which was highly unlikely.

He would either die a Mandalorian or become Republic and live dishonourably.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Nickel One
Objective: Don't get in my way
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Elijah Rekali"], [member=Popo]
Enemies: Republic scum and those in his way
Others: [member=Keira Ticon], [member=Dish], [member=Commander Lusk]
Gear: First post

The Field Marshal didn't object or barked at Elijah when he replied back to Commander Lusk. They were two minds of the same kind despite the fact that they were of different clans, two beings with different personalities, different beliefs - besides cultural - and different ranks. Elijah was smart and capable when any situation was thrown at him whether it was expected or some random wild card. Both the Field Marshal and the Initiate were in small team operations and they both understood each others methods and tactics which resulted in no conflicts whatsoever. Sometimes Elijah would make the calls, and sometimes Vilaz would call some shots, and they would go back and forth of whatever they should do. They were like brothers - hell, they were brothers by culture - but the kind that they were twins coming from the same biological parents.

At the end, Elijah's orders were to not engage the Republic. By the reports streaming in from all networks it seemed that the Republic were being destroyed from the inside. Such fools for turning their swords towards their own brethren and not focusing on the Mandalorians. Vilaz wasn't going to complain at all since this presented an opportunity for the Clans to take advantage of; legions could march and make defenses with ease and the fleet led by the one and only, Captain Larraq, would put his adversaries in choke points that would cause significant damage and morale losses to the Republic.

All too easy.

He looked at Elijah and only gave his vod a simple nod. "You bet I am, but let's get the troops inside the base. We can set up defenses in case the damn Pubs set their focus on us again." With that, he gave out orders to the battalion under Vilaz and Elijah's command and began marching to the base on Nickel One, following the dust and steps of Commander Lusk's forces.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Location: Hyperspace En-route for Kashyyyk
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Abigail Selonna"] [member="James Justice"] Republic Fleet and its Alies
Enemies: [member="Captain Larraq"], Mando Fleet and its alies
Objective: Fleet
Fleet: 6975 meters

Spoiler

Champion-class Star Destroyer 1,505 meters
Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser 800 meters
Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser 800 meters
Annihilator-class Fire Support Cruiser 750 meters
Annihilator-class Fire Support Cruiser 750 meters
Kantos-class War Frigate 300 meters
Kantos-class War Frigate 300 meters
Kantos-class War Frigate 300 meters
Marksman-class Frigate 270 meters
Marksman-class Frigate 270 meters
Marksman-class Frigate 270 meters
Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters
Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters


Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters
Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters

Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters
Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters

Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters
Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters

Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters
Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters

Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters
Intersector-class War Sloop 55 meters

"Yes I see, Well what ever is going on here is trouble. You owe me one. Now lets move in and see if we can not help the Alliance out a bit. They seem to be nipping at a much larger dogs tail." Reshmar said in response to Admiral Gir Guees comment. He nodded to the human then cut the channel. He sat watching a magnified view of the battle in the distance. His ships had finished forming up and now moved slowly as one group into the system. The slow methodical advanced gave him time to fully get an idea of what was going on. At least what he could see anyway. The Mandalorian ships had broken up and begun engaging forces across the belt. Battles waged for as far as the eye could see. The magnified screen had begun to show ships as more than dots now and some of the larger vessels were even taking form. Jamming in the system had prevented much in the way of target acquisition or identification. Heavy EWar from some ship in the distance had seen to that.

"Captain,We have a reply from the Stalwart Sword" Said the comm officer as he patched reply to Reshmars chair.

"Admiral Reshmar, this is Commodore Abigail Selonna of the Galactic Alliance.I don't know if the Republic has the sentiment, but welcome to Operation FUBAR.I can offer a sit rep, but it'll do nothing to calm you."

Reshmar listened tot he female officer now on magnified on the screen before him. He waited for her to finish then answered.

"Commodore Selonna, I am glad to hear from you. You had us worried here. I am moving in but will be a few more minutes before I get into long range weapons range to assist, MY Sloops will be moving in to assist you and draw some fire. Keep your head down and stay in the belt as much as you can." Said Reshmar to the woman now seeming occupied with something off screen.

"Commodore, I will let you go I know you have your hands full. Help is on the way." Said Reshmar to the woman. Reshmar turned to the Captain of the Monarch and spoke.

"Captain. Have our Sloops to break off and engage in squadrons. Have two squadrons move in and assist Commodore Selonnas. Have the other two get out there and get me some telemetry." Ordered Reshmar. The Captain nodded and went to work sending out the orders. Reshmar watched as the agile War Sloops sped off in groups of three towards the battle fast faster than his capital ships could muster.

Reshmar watched the twelve ships speed away then turned his chair to face the tactical stations.

"Tactical, Figure out a way to target those ships through all this noise. I do not want any excesses just figure it out." His chair spun awounf to where the fleets CAG was standing.

"Commander, I want you to get every ship that can fight prepped and ready. I do not care if its is a my own private ship. get a crew on it and get it ready to launch." Reshmar barked then spun back around to face out the forward viewport. HE thought about what was going on in the distance. Why it was going on. It was senseless to him. He spun his chair back around to the flight operations station.

"Commander, belay that. Prep the fighters but get the transports loaded out for rescue and recovery. We need to save everyone we can out there no matter who they are. Any Mandalorian personnel recovered are to be treated as guests unless they present themselves as hostiles. We are not their enemy, we need to make sure they know it." Reshmar paused then spun his chair back to the front view port. The large screen above it showed the magnified battle. ships were growing larger now as the ships sped towards the battle. Pen pricks of light could now be made out which Reshmar assumed were fighters fireing at each other. He had no desire to fight the Mandalorians, He had no quarrel with them. Yet here he was about to face them down in battle. Gir owed him big time.

Summery

Spoiler

Talked to Admiral Quee and Commodore Selonna
deployed 4 squadrons of 3 war sloops each. 2 squadrons moving in to aid Commodore Selonna, 2 squadrons attempting to get targeting solutions on enemy ships to relay back.
Prepped fighters for launch
Prepped all other ships for rescue and recovery operations.

 

[Falcon Rekali]

Location: Nickel One - Mandalorian Quarter
Allies: [member="Ember Rekali"]
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Gear: Armour | Lonesome Gun | Lightsaber (3rd of Obi-Wan) | Lightsabers (Aaralyn's) | Noctem Erinys (Sword) | 2x non-specific daggers
Carrying (Back): Aaralyn's Armour

Though standing a fair sight closer to the clan father, Falcon was no more able to hear the round go off, much less see the giveaway, and as such reacted none. Every word Ember spoke resonated with the former educator, and he'd have been nodding his utter agreement if that was his way, and if not for his livid fixation on this jetii who was far too short of sense, stocked high with foolishness, and endowed with a tongue that wouldn't be missed if extracted. Oh, the thoughts an aggrieved man will toy with.

Though the firing from Ember's bracer was outside of his notice, Falcon had given into an itch to a point and called the hilt of his own 'sabre to hand with a dull slap of impact, when it became abundantly clear that this 'Mantic' wasn't taking the hint. The blade wasn't yet brought to life, but to thumb an activation switch was no thing.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Nickel One, a hallway near a hangar in a hellish void on a tiny Rock in Roche that no one man ought to be on.
Allies: The Angry, Saddend Dead.
Objective: Justice
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Nearby: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Elijah Rekali"] [member="Dish"] [member="Commander Lusk"]
Gear: Hands of the Master, Gourd of Doom (9/10 full of mulled wine), Flash-bangs (5), Thermal detonators (5), half a packet of vending machine cookies, a nice belt, and the silent screams of thousands of asphyxiated people.

Spoiler

Hat gone. Robes tattered. a small gash from where he let out the blood to begin the ritual.

Step. Step. Maintaining a rhythm, half naked, angry, bleeding, staying quiet to keep from yelling back at the screamign dead that only he heard. That only he saw. He couldn't hold on much longer.



Step. Step. Down the hall. Down the wall. Through the steps, and through it all.


"Liberi....Fatali...." the man too close to death muttered, slowly moving forward. Air was thin is this hallway. Not gone, but thin. He felt it. Felt her. She would be necessary. She didn't likely know it. He stood before her, walking slowly towards the hanger. Her name was irrelevant. This force-wielder, with her saber and her temper, would be exactly the bait needed to find Ali. The commander had a bond, a spiteful one, directed at this woman. Their auras were in sync. He smiled, standing at the the entrance to the hangar, entering slowly. Those paying attention, looking to the force, would have felt the weight--the heft of tombstones and the burning of a pyre, the rage of a thousand spirits--upon Vorhi. He would register at this point as a powerful nexus of dark force energies, slowing gathering up latent energy form the pain and suffering around him. The purpose for such a stunt, the risk of it--that was for him to know and the galaxy to find out.



He stood, at the door, waiting to see who would approach. He smiled softly under his re-breather. Each piece moving on a fixed path, but rattled. Like a dented orrery. He greeted the first to approach him simply. "Hello. I am here to await my next opponent. How are you today?"

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: The Central Hub
Allies: I am starting to wonder if that npc horde of mandalorians will ever show up
Enemy: [member="Vulpesen"]

She could feel him trying to do upon her, that she did upon him. He was more than capable, she would not be able to stop breathing though, as her shoulder was badly wounded. She grimaced and then decided to fight back, she reached out with the force, and felt his body. She could feel it contours and crevices, she was moving her mind downwards, towards that thing between his legs. He would be breathing and panting in pain soon, unless of course he already has been neutered by his owner. She was looking for small bit of flesh that dangled between is legs. As she found she began to crush down on it, he soon would know pain, and his screams of agony would be her vengeance for her shoulder. She squeezed her hand tighter and tighter into a fist, as if his nether regions where in her hand......

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Leaving Nickel One, in space to Central Hub
Objective: Actually Fight Someone
Gear: In Signature
Allies: [member="Marcus Lok"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvdbDw5bXnQ​

With a nod, the Sith Lord left the chamber, appreciative of the information he had. There was something nagging at him, but he would have time to investigate that later. For now, the Sith Lord had things to do. "Vod, keep this place secure, and if you can help it, don't Hadrix yourself into a death sentence." He said the last bit with a chuckle. He knew she would walk free, probably be heralded as a hero for killing those traitorous kids. That's just what the Republic had become. He had served in their military, he knew well what was happening even years ago when he served. That had been before a lot of things. Three decades of his life was over and Vulkan had never known peace time. Before the One Sith it had been the Sith Empire. Before then it had been the Gulag. Before then it was something else. All Draco had ever wanted was to carve out his own little piece of the galaxy and start a family, and have the place be safe for them. Vulkan had realized, surprisingly enough that allying with the Sith could give him that. And in its irony, he no longer cared for that.

The Sith Lord took his leave of the Command Center, making his way to a hangar with a shuttle. Mandalorians held this section of space and Nickel one was rapidly falling to them. The Republic was in fighting, attacking each other, in disarray, and disorganized. The Supreme Commander had shattered any chance of an organized defense, and the Mandalorians, originally only securing Tenloss, Saiba, and Mandal Hypernautics assets had been whipped into a fury, storming deep into the station, claiming most of the central force already, with some light skirmishing going on. Republic Assets weren't important and Republic Forces had been told a lot of things in the past twenty minutes.

"I need this shuttle Rally Master."

"Yes Sir, she's all yours boss."

Excellent. The Sith Lord sat in the small shuttle, the only passenger as the ship took off and began making its way through space towards the Central Hub.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: Save the children
Enemies: [member="Sabrina Kotass"]
Allies: Republic

Controlling four lightsabers. That could be a bit taxing on the mind. Crushing a small piece of equipment. That was nothing. An inconsequential amount of focus for him. This in mind, there was a reason such things were never tried in history. Why Dooku crushed a massive beam instead of yoda's little yodalings. Why Vader lopped off lukes hand instead of crushing his grandchildren. Why Obi-Wan tossed Anakin in a river of lava rather than make sure that Luke never had a brother. The simply fact was, such effects could be resisted, something Vulpesen diverted as much energy as needed to doing, without needing to case his quest to crush that re breather. Of course, given that he was trying not to breath while also crushing something, splitting his mind to a third task required a small sacrifice. Anticipating the coming pain, he diverted the attack, letting out a growl of pain as his knee buckled. With his mouth open, he felt some of the gas enter his system, though not enough to shut him out completely. Leaving the damage to be done, he was allowed to focus more on her breathing device, using his remaining power of the force to rip apart the weaker components.
[member="Sabine Kurtass"]

 

[Subject 37]

Nickel One - The Central HUB
Allies: [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | @Katalyn
Frenemies: [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Objective: TWO JOBS

Rigor's faceplate turned towards the Shapeshifter, the odd orange glow that sat upon it changing hue slightly as it assessed the information it had been given. For a moment the droid simply stalled, perhaps unsure of itself or perhaps simply calculating what it's options were. Finally it took a step forward and reaching into itself, a small compartment opened up and made way for it's hand. From the small space the droid pulled out a Thermal Detonator, a simple silver orb that seemed to reflect the bright overhead lights.

[Step aside] The droid said simply to Laguz [Prepare to press forward]

For Rigor, this was a simple task.

The droid's body was designed to take punishment, modeled after the old IG-100 Magnaguards and designed to take a beating before it ceased function.

The droid pressed it's thumb into the indent of the silver orb, a steady blinking appearing on the spine of the grenade. For a moment the droid simply stood there, allowing the weapon to prime before it shifted and moved into the hall. Almost immediately the two auto-turrets began to fire at it, spewing hot laser fire down the range of the hallway. Bolts began to strike all around and into Rigor, searing away metal plates and blasting away parts of the droid. A second passed, then another, then another, Rigor steadily moving down the hall until it's arm wound back and threw the Thermal Detonator.

The orb erupted between the two turrets, tearing and shredding into the metal in an isntant.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Roche Asteroid Fields - Near Nickel One
Allies: [member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Captain Larraq"] (by proxy)
Enemies: [member="Travot Ravenna"] + [member="Cuan Kunn"]
Gear/Vehicle: Gear and Vehicle linked in sig or found in bio
NPCs: Bes'uliik Traat'aliite x11

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=2JxujsJ5reU[/media]​

​

One of the black and yellow X-wings spun and rolled, trying to avoid Anija's lasers. Things were about to get more interesting. Having literally saved Jack's shebs, Anija now shifted her attention to the opposing starfighters. Jack could certainly handle himself - at least she hoped so! So far, he seemed to be doing rather well. As she rolled her bes'uliik into a corkscrew to avoid a shower of lasers from another of the X-wings, Anija breathed out again. These pilots were good, and she could see that it would be a challenge. But a good one.

As she brought her Bes'uliik out of the corkscrew maneuver, she noted one of them was trying to settle in on her six. She couldn't have that. With a sharp motion, Anija rolled to starboard and flipped the bes'uliik on it's head as she tracked a steady stream of lasers towards the fighter that had been on her tail. Sensor data flashed across her HUD, and Anija glanced at it as she continued to focus fire on the opposing fighter. As she saw a few of her lasers hit, she looped around to face the rest of the squadron.

Her own pilots were doing well. After the loss of their squadmate, they had quickly pulled together and were chasing down the X-wings as a team. As Anija continued the savage dance with the enemy X-wings, she was trying to keep tabs on Jack as well. He was several hundred meters forward of her current position, and it looked like he'd focused in on the Murian Transport that she'd spotted earlier. And, he seemed to be holding his own reasonably well. though she did notice several new scorch marks across the hull. He probably wouldn't admit to it later, though. She grinned slightly at that thought and turned her attention back to her own battle as she saw two proton torpedoes burn across the void from Jack's ship towards the transport.

Laser fire continued to slam into her shields, and Anija rolled hard to avoid another missile. She felt it explode close, and the kinetic energy of it slammed her sideways against her crash harness even as she rolled to avoid the blast. 'A little too close...' she thought to herself with a frown as she breathed out again and tried to focus. This was one of the few times she's been in combat and not used an Ysalamiri to block her presence in the Force. And here... she was glad she didn't. Because it was hairy enough. And then you added in the asteroid field. Between ANNE's sensor scans and Anija's senses, she was able to keep tabs on most of her pilots as well as the location of Jack's freighter.

Out of the corner of her eye, Anija watched her sensor scans for a moment as she tried to gauge the distance between her squad and the two freighters. The distance seemed to be widening a bit, and then her eyes widened as she watched the Murian transport emerge from what looked to be the debris field of a pulverized asteroid. Interesting.... Even at this distance, her scans were able to pick up on the hull damage, Breathing out, Anija settled her fingers around the firing controls and sprayed red lasers in the direction of another of the black and yellow X-wings which was trying to creep up on her starboard.

Settling her breathing, Anija reached out in the Force, trying to touch Jack. She normally didn't do it, but she was trying to help him focus. Ember's training had helped her learn to focus amid distraction. And as she let the Force guide her hands over the firing controls, Anija began to reach out to Jack, projecting a sense of calm and of focus. It was something they both needed. One wrong move, and either of them could end up splattered across the surface of the nearest asterisk. Not something she really wanted to consider... but it was possible.

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Nickel One Tunnels
Objective: Get to safety... with a Hutt?! [And apparently... babysitting.....]
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] / [member="Popo"] / [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: Whoever murdered innocent people
Gear:

Spoiler

Advanced Hyperion Combat Armor: Advanced - Modified for reduced weight of 12kg | PDW-M1 "Neutralizer" | DX-2 Disruptor Pistol | Dinu’ul | Strill Claw Beskad

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-k_Eg7zXuc[/media]​

A safe place... such a thing seemed relative right now... especially given where they were. For a moment, Mirshko considered the map she had displayed hovering over her gauntlet. Their visit a few years back had certainly paid off. Taking a deep breath, she continued to hold Zak's hand firmly as she led the way down the corridors that ran throughout the installation. It took them several minutes, but MIrshko eventually found a lift which would take the group down to the level they needed. If she was being honest with herself... she had no fething clue how this whole situation was going to pan out. I mean.....who would think two kids would be safe with a Hutt? it sounded like some bad joke... or maybe a reminder of one of those old holodramas she's seen as a kid.

Well... that thought wasn't overly comforting... but she still tried to focus. They had a mission. And while they had originally intended to see if they could help with medical relief efforts, it was more important right now to get to safety. Taking a deep breath, Mirshko tried desperately to push her own memories to the back of her mind. They wouldn't be much help, and could prove quite distracting. Not something she needed right now. Exiting the lift, they began working their way towards the reactors. They were located in a large room somewhat close to the relaive center of Nickel One.

She looked down as Zak tugged on the sleeve of her bodyglove. She looked down, coming to a stop just outside the entrance to the reactor chamber. He was offering a piece of the candy to the Jetii. Mirshko smiled. Maybe what the blonde lady had said was right. Maybe it would help them feel better. As he extended a piece to her in his small hand, Mirshko nodded at him and took it before popping the candy into her mouth. Just as she did, Zak stepped forward into the room, brandishing a piece of the candy as if it were a weapon.. Mirshko was quick to follow, her non-sticky hand resting loosely on the butt of her DX-2 as she scanned the room for danger.

 

[Kana Truden]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Life on the front lines wasn’t much more beautiful than life in the sick tents. The injuries were the same, the means were the same, even the people were more or less the same with the exception for civilians and the helpless.

Today would seem to prove the exception.

Kana had always been a Republican, maybe not within the last few months, but she had always stood by its principles when she could. Not only because it was her duty within the Jedi to do so, but because it was her home, her people. She had ended lives in it’s names, defended it against others who tried to do the same. She had been sent into countless conflicts over planets she had never been to and in turn the Republic adorned the Order with medals. Perhaps not exactly the most prestigious turnout for most of the battles she had been part of, but the point was still that she took some measure of pride in her nation.

At least until now. The shock was still settling in.

It felt almost unthinkable that the Republic would be the ones to try something so cruel in their fights, yet here Kana stood in a torn state of disbelief and bitter surprise. In the end she chose not to think on it. There was either a very good explanation for what had just happened, or she had been misguided all along. Either way she was about to have a lot more pressing matters on her hands in only a short while.

A loud thud could be heard from nearby accompanied by metallic rasping and the sound of engines.

“Already?” Kana turned towards the noise. Her heart began beating at a slightly faster tempo and she spoke to herself. “Okay. Okay, we can do this. You can do this, Kana.”

 

[Laguz Vald]

Nickel One – The Central Hub
Allies: [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Rigor"] | [member="Katalyn"]
Enemies: [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Sofia Annesley"]
Objective: Boom.


"That'll do it," the shifter remarked with a lopsided grin, fixing xir extravagant hairdo as xe peered around the corner again.

Nothing but smoldering remains and bits of cooling metal lay strewn about down the length of the corridor, and at first glance, their droid companion might as well have been one of them. Upon closer inspection, the biggest chunk of alloy was actually tapping its foot at the door behind the pods of annihilated turrets, its faceplate flashing with impatience.

Or, at least that's how Laguz interpreted it. Kiran would've pointed out that droids – or at least the sort of droids that Rigor was – weren't programmed to have feelings. The sniper gladly ignored that tidbit of fact and made xir way between the remains of the defenses, Tessie still firmly in xir grasp and Olga in tow.

The Houk followed – there was no missing those steps that shook their very footing – and so the party of three calmly walked into the server room through the blast doors they had just popped open. They gaped inside in a mess of creaking, white-hot durasteel and (probably) turadium, misshapen by the charge that had punched through in the first place.

And beyond them? Information.

It was all xe could do not to start rubbing xir hands with evil intent at the sight that greeted them, but the sound of a blaster cocking interrupted those plans. Laguz dropped – or, rather, dissolved – into a crouch, and the blaster bolt narrowly scorched through the air where xir head used to be mere seconds before.

Xe swiveled on the spot and squeezed the trigger, quick reflexes rewarded with a warm shower of blood and gore as the pellet exploded the flesh of some officer.

Wiping xir face of the dripping mess, the shifter rose to xir feet again and tipped xir chin towards the towering cases of servers.

"Let's get this party started."

 

[Mantic Dorn]

LOCATION: Nickel One
ALLIES: GR and allies - [member="Sabena Shai"] (?)
ENEMIES: Mando & co - [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Falcon Gyndar"]
GEAR: Lightsaber, Robe of the warrior, extra lightsabre, medical equipment, needle and thread

Mantic sensed the inevitable draw closer. The two men truly hated what he represented. The subtle flow of danger nudged his mind as his precognition made him twirl left and roll down. The shot stroked his shoulder plate and scratched through it. It made his roll appear less graceful then he had prefered. But he lived and despite having been attacked he refused to give up on the two newly fallen just yet. He had to keep hoping, for as long as possible. Holding up his left hand in a gesture to have them hild he gave it a last try.

"Wait! Wait and think.... I am afraid not even democracies are flawless. Neither i the Mandalorian government. But there are good things as well. The aid the Republic has given to people in need far outweighs any other power. And they are the only government that maintains a firm non-force user policy regarding their leadership. There is much sense in that, but it requires help and loyalty to endure." he spoke, sensing it mattered little. They had made up their mind on the republic.

"Yet, the Republic has sent us to fight in your wars countless of times. They were your allies, not your enemies. Something has happened to your leaders, this invasion is serving another power. A far darker power." he shifted the focus of the conversation hoping it might appeal to them more.

"Think, the Mandalorian with the help of the republic has waged a war against the sith and their primevil allies for ages now. We stand on the brink where we can defeat the Primevil once and for all. At this time, the Republic is betrayed. Our Prime Minister launches a coup and an army of mandalorian stand ready to launch this invasion. This was not random, this was planned. There are traitors in our midst, fueling this mistake between our nations. I am only guessing, but I would say they exist on both sides to exploit our former alliance and make us turn on each other."
Mantic wet his lips. His mind was set and calm. His precognition was the one thing that could help him against the sudden attack that was planned.

"Think, who has gained the most by a conflict between the Republic and the Mandalorians? This invasion must seize, we must help each other find the roots of this evil and remove it, together, as allies, not as enemies."

He paced a bit to the right in the hangar, drawing himself closer to a cat walk. While he was hoping for a peaceful outcome, Mantic was a warrior fore most. He knew he had to try and find advantages if he ended up fighting them both at the same time. Higher ground might be what he needed.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: [member="Vahn Fett"]
Gear:

Spoiler

X-60 Happy Boomer

Jaccer was capable of hearing the sounds of the building collapsing behind him, however he quickly dismissed it as the sounds of the raging battle. Without warning the Mandalorian would push the soldier in the direction of the falling concrete structure. The realisation of what was happening came too late for the lieutenant to make an efficient evasion. Large fragments of reinforced concrete would fall unto Jaccer, causing minor fractures as they did so. His left arm and left leg were both trapped underneath one of these solid blocks.

It seemed Jaccer had been left for dead in this position by Vahn. The irony was priceless; a warrior who talked of honour had attempted to defeat his opponent using cowardice techniques would then attempt to flee the scene. Unknown to the Mandalorian was that this would not be the last he would see of the Republic soldier.

Without any aid it was unlikely that his arm would be freed without much effort or perhaps even some pain. What seemed liked hours of pushing and pulling in all directions it soon became apparent to Jaccer what he must do. By applying enough pressure to a certain point in his elbow joint he was able to break the bone. This pain was instant and severe. Now that his arm was bent in a unnatural position, the soldier was capable of squeezing it through the gap separating the concrete slab from the ground. Both of his arms were now free, albeit that one was now completely useless, Jaccer was capabale of adjusting his position and removing his leg from it's fixed position. He was free of his concrete and dust grave. It was now time to deal with some unfinished business.

Aching, stressed and exhausted to the point of fainting, Jaccer would clamber in the direction where Vahn had gone. It didn't take long to find the Mandalorian as he seemed to be in a similar situation. Pulling the X-60 Happy Boomer rocket launcher from his back, he would aim it towards the Mando with his only functioning arm. "Don't move." This was the final straw, he didn't care if it was inhumane or considered overkill, if this man moved his life would end at the hands of a HE rocket.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Central Hub
Objective: Actually Fight Someone
Gear: In Signature
Allies: [member="Sabine Kurtass"]

The Little shuttle found its way to the Central Hub and the Sith Lord stalked from it like wolf seeking prey. The Force still churned around him, pulsing out from him like a wave of energy. The Force crackled around him, having spent several minutes draining the energy and life Force of others and surging his own power to its limits and beyond. While not known for being an adept with the Force, Vulkan was more than capable with a small number of powers. There were allies on this station, the only thing holding him back at the moment. The only thing keeping him from devouring the essences of the murderous Republic warriors who called this place home.

Vulkan was still struggling with the Dreadlord in his mind, the low guttural growling still echoing through his annunciator. The beast gnawed on the mental barricades Vulkan had erected to keep it held back. That was a new personality Vulkan hadn't been aware of. It was a new experience. His HUD pinged with a recognizable signature. Agamemnon. That droid always seemed to find his way into attempting to murder something. It was lucky that the Droid kept up with the on goings of ArmaTech and its founder.

He stalked through the station, feeling a small number of powerful Force presences doing battle above him, and so he started making his way in that direction, seeking his first real battle since arriving at Roche. Since he already had seen to the take over of Nickel One, it only made sense that he also take the Central Hub.

 

[Cloudburner]

Allies: The Republic, [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Enemies: ?
Equipment: Nothing
Location; Nickel One

"He's already dead, commander. That Mandalorian is dead. I'm Cloudburner, part of the Republic!"

He then raised to his feet.

"The Mandalorians abandoned him. Left him for dead. He is now dead deep into the ground."

The man that was once a valuable asset to the Mandalorians was now an asset to the Republic.

Vahn Fett was now Cloudburner. A Legendary asset to the Republic. He swapped his Traditional White Mandalorian armor to Galactic Republic Ranger Armor.

A group of Republic troops were being commanded by him. His limbs had been reattached and his psyche had been altered, not by The Republic, but by himself.

[member="Jaccer Ramirez"]

 

[RC 212]

-Starfighter Battle!-​

Freighter vs Freighter​

Location: Space, Headed towards Nickel One
Allies: [member="Captain Larraq"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Travot Ravenna"] + [member="Cuan Kunn"]

Gear in bio, Kessels Pride, Naval Alit'Gam​

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It was direct hit and Jack felt a sense of cocky elation run through his veins. finally he'd dealt her a solid blow. And as soon as it had appeared it vanished as debris and steroid chunks ricocheted from the hull, making dents in the armor and rocking the Pride. Jack was too busy trying to steer clear of the debris to notice Travots Freighter pull a stunning sneak attack.

The Pride rocked again as the shields dropped. Laser beam fire ripped a few large gouges near the engine, just shy of the block itself. But the two shots that had collapsed the shields and struck the bow had taken their toll. Reactor coolant was leaking. Jack felt his face flush in anger as he ripped the control levers back to seal off the back section from the cockpit.

"Shields drained, recharging ten seconds to twenty percent, rear hull hit, hull integrity rear craft- sixty percent, Reactor coolant line one is damaged."

"Shut down line one, switch to only line two."

Travot was a cunning opponent and despite his rage he was enjoying every second of this little duel in the dark. Anijas presence expanding steeled his nerves. He felt the woman’s voice, heard her in his head. She was melding, reaching out to give him the strength he needed. Jacks mind slowed to a crawl as solutions and objectives whirled through. Then he acted.

The neural band fired again, and The Pride flipped nose over tail again. This time Jack was in complete meditation, letting his instincts and the extra boost of calm fro Anija dictate his precise movements. Instead of taking him head on, he had a different plan.

Every Smuggler and Spacers worst night mare was to lose their engines. Lose the engines the vessel becomes a sitting duck. No escape, no dodging, no recourse from the battle you're in.

"Ready on all guns! Torpedoes!"

"All up say when!" Dak roared.

Jacks fingers were snapping across the dash, shutting off alarms and moving power to different sections of the ship.

"Shields forwards, my mark!"

"Aye skip!"

It was called the Smuggler Gambit. A move Jack had personally invented. Get in close, till you cant miss, and hammer the opponents engines. Travot passing him had opened up a critical flaw. The Pride was fast, very, very fast. full burn her nose rocketed towards the enemy freighter. Jack was no more than a fpot away when he slammed the inertial dampeners, and killed the engine hitting reverse thrusters.

"Fire!"

Ion streaks blazed in a cacophony, followed by the rake of viscous green laser. The icing was another set of twin torpedos rocketing from the tubes with resounding thumps. Point blank range, and dead into the other crafts engines. Very hard to dodge a fusillade like that.

The other part of the Gambit?

Certain risk of death....

Proton torpedoes exploding feet from your craft left you in danger of vaporizing not only your target, but you as well. Which is why Jack roared his last command and willed to whatever magical gods of the force there be to survive.

"Shields full front, mark!"

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: The Central Hub, Messhall.
Objective: Defend the Central Hub and survive.
Allies: Saber Team, Republic security forces.
Enemies: [member="Katalyn"] (NEARBY)--> [member="Rigor"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
Gear: Done posting it over again, check the signature please!

Valkren cocked a brow as he caught the transmission from the enemy leader. He looked toward his demo expert, Michaels. He shrugged as he looked back to his superior. "Your choice boss, I say we burn 'em..We got 'em where we want them."

"Karking burn them." O'Connor stated as he and the other five marines advanced down the left corridor, moving closer to the corridor in which the few mandalorians were located. His team of marines were all trained on the location.

"Burn them all to hell! They killed three good men! One of them had a karkin' daughter, you gunna' go tell her that her dad ain't comin' home boss? Huh?!" O'Riley yelled through his communicator as he pulled himself to his feet. One of the marines in his small squad pulled the mangled body from the midst of the fight as the other commando moved to his feet, spinning up the weapon once again.

Valkren stared down the middle corridor through his visor, trying to make up his mind. The warrior inside of him screamed out for death, blood, vengeance for those he lost in the previous moments of combat, but he knew the reasoning behind Mandalorian honor, and he believed he could use that to his advantage. He leaned down behind cover, speaking into his comm system across the transmission he picked up from his enemies. "We'll give you the time to regroup, if you back away from the corridor you are currently in. If you refuse to back up, we will terminate you. I have my men currently assuming their positions."

He had the perfect idea for when they spent the time to back out of the corridors, and if they didn't fall back imedietly, Valkren had no problem with finishing them off or taking them as prisoners. His men were all in position and they were certainly in the mind to kill.