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

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Unleash the Beast
Location: Central Hub
Allies: Those aren't things anymore
Enemies: Things that Move | [member="Sabine Kurtass"] | [member="Vulpesen"]
Nearby: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Katalyn"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Sofia Annesley"]
Gear: In Signature

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCQuvbQnJ70​

The Dreadlord surged, a final push against the barriers Darth Vulkan had hastily erected. The levy broke, and out came pouring the unfathomable power of a crazed Sith Lord given a long time to power up, further enhanced by the powers of the Dark Side, a complete and utter surrender to its power. The darkness rippled with a wave of fear extending outwards poisoning the minds of those in the vicinity. It was a tingle in the back of their minds, an after thought for real warriors, a sense of dread and fear for the weak willed at most.

It was finally free, given ample time and build up of Dark Side energy as Vulkan had been preparing to round the corner. Vulkan howled in pain and clutched his stomach, his insides hot, his internal temperature reaching thirty nine degrees as he surged with the energy of several dozen Republic Troopers, Verpine, and the power of the fear of all those around him. The Hangars had been ripe with it, like pouring gas into an already blazing inferno. After all this time, the Dreadlord was finally free, the one in command, having bested the near indomitable will of Darth Vulkan.

The mandalorian armor that caged the beast stepped around the corner and surveyed the situation. Their was an unmistakable light side presence in the room, the mere presence of the light making the entity uncomfortable. No, that would need to be changed. The other presence in this room was a Dark Sider. Not strong enough to survive. She would have to be next, once it destroyed the Light that filled this room.

The entity laughed, its shoulders and chest jerking as it laughed at the pair. Dinu'ul sparked back to life, axe held in the same hand as the Sith being stalked into the room, a small crystal trapped within his fingers. Red lightning poured from his fingers like a storm as the Force surged and cracked with energy, the lightning tearing through the air seeking the Lightsided Fox Man, seeking out his very life force to tear and drain it in order to siphon it back into the Sith being trapped in Mandalorian armor.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: Bugger all and bug out
Allies: Nowhere i sight
Enemies: [member="Darth Vulkan"]
Location: Changing as fast as possible

Vulpesen growled as the dark presence came forward followed by crimson arks of force drain which he narrowly ducked, wincing as a few residual tendrils dug into his back. "KARK THIS! KARK YOU! KARK THAT SCHUTTA! KARK THAT PLANET! KARK ALL OF THIS DAMNED PLACE!" During he loud monologue hand shot forward, calling his fallen lightsabers to the wall, spinning and slashing wildly through the durasteel until a hole was opened for him. He was far too pissed to focus, but it did work for raw power. "I AM FETHING OUTTA HERE, VAROS!" He leaped at the slashed up wall, black fur bursting from his body as the sabers melded into his skin. With the exponentially increasing mass, it was easy to break through the weakened metal to run away from the assault. Strengthened body or not, he was out of here.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: [member="Cloudburner"]
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Gear:

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[SIZE=11pt]X-60 Happy Boomerhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/46608-x-60-happy-boomer/[/SIZE]
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"Slow down there big guy. We have little more than one squad under our control, do you not think this is too little for a full frontal against a Mandalorian army?" Jaccer would point to the few structures still standing in the battlefield, "Station our designated marksmen up there overlooking all blocks to the north. We'll flank around and attempt to draw them back here. If this is successful our marksmen will have the uphill advantage and the tight streets will mean that their numbers won't count for kark." All the soldier in the unit had heard their orders and had already began to move to their posts. Those tasked with taking positions atop of the buildings would find this difficult as almost all the routes upwards had been destroyed by the ensuing war.

The Lieutenant would gesture for the Vahn to follow him. "I'll lead. Cover my back and we should be all good. We'll teach those Mandalorians why they shouldn't obstruct non-combative medical units." Even for barbarians like the Mandalorians this was an unethical tactic. Preventing those who are injured from leaving the battle, it was likely that civilians were amongst those injured. The squad, stripped of their marksmen, would make their way through the scarred streets of the city attempting to navigate around the mountains of rubble. "If you see anything that doesn't look friendly, don't be afraid to shoot. This is a warzone."

 

[Cloudburner]

Allies: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Gear: Signature DL-44 and Signature Republic Ranger Armor
Location: Nickel One

He turned back to the 405th Guard (Cloudburner's squad).

"Follow what the Commander says, he is in a higher postion of power than me. In fact the only reason the Republic let me have you was because of my roots."

He followed the commander.

"I see a civilian, commander. I will aid him while you continue leading the 405th."

He ran over to the civilian, with the help of his unit he patched up the civilian and carried him over his shoulder.

"These Mandalorian soldiers are ruthless. We need to escort all the civilians we find."

[member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

NICKEL ONE
Republic Controlled Hangar Bay
Allies: The Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Equipment: No Frills Durasteel Armor, Besk'ar War Hammer

The corpse vanished.

Torn apart by the compression wave and then disintegrated by the heat bloom. For his part, the Gen'Dai was lift up into the air by the initial displacement. The follow on explosion blew him back across the hangar.

Sparks ignited across the floor as the massive, durasteel-clad frame came crashing down to skid back along the reinforced floor. The armor was smoking, the flesh smoldering where it was exposed. Shrapnel dotted his limbs and torso from where it had penetrated into his body from the force that had propelled the pieces of the shuttle. It would have severed his left leg, but for the durasteel rods that comprised the skeleton around which his nervous fibers were wrapped.

One by one, the pieces of metal were pulled from out of his body. Dropped onto the floor as blood began to coat his armor. He was able to shift his arterial structure around, and repair the damage to the veins. But it was still a significant enough amount that blood ran in rivets along his frame as he pulled the larger bits from his torso, arms, and legs.

Kneeling on the ground, the man took a moment in which to gather his strength. That had left him winded. The gauntlet on his left arm completely blown away, so that what had been his left hand was now a writing mass of corded muscle and tentacle like strands that whipped from out of his arm. "Well..." the man uttered quietly."...aren't you a hot date?"

As he scanned the hangar for any signs of her, he reflected back on how she'd ducked and rolled before that explosion.

If he didn't know better, he'd think she was avoiding him. Thankfully, the Gen'Dai wasn't one to stop when he'd set his mind on a lady...

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ​

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Location: Roche asteroids
Objective: Dogfight
Allies: [member="Oddball"]
Enemies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Ship, Gletcher, Copycat: Sprite

Starfighter combat was either a time adrenaline-filled enjoyment or a frustration and embodiment of hell in the air, and Juwiela was having a hard time differentiating between the two this time around. On the one hand, this presented a unique challenge never faced before, and she enjoyed pushing herself to her limits. But that was better done off the battlefield and in a training sim, not in a scenario that not only risked her life, but those of other Rebel pilots as well. "Karking move!" Even with the comms down she couldn't help but give the order out of nothing more than instinct, and she jerked her ship sharply away from the last known location in which she had detected the enemy fighter.

Two of those their number weren't fast enough, and she flinched as she witnessed their lives ended quite literally, thanks to her method of sight. There was nothing she could really do for the moment other than make herself nearly impossible to hit. She kept her movements tight and as fast as reasonably possible, hoping Oddball knew enough to at least attempt to follow suit. The Mandalorians were an enemy she at once respected and despised, and in that moment it was a touch more of the latter.

 

[Oddball]

Location: With Juwiela and Rogue Squadron
Objective: Defend Roche
Allies: The Republic [member="Juwiela Melec"]
Enemies: Mandos & [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Stuff: ship camo stuff more camo stuff I don't get

Oddball wasn't an ace starfighter pilot, he could barely keep up with the moves Juwiela was doing and when the woman parted at the last moment he did so as well. Barely missing the the beskar plated star fighter that had their names on it, well it didn't literally have their names on it, but that was more of an expression. Because honestly that would be weird if it did.

But expressions aside, two members of rogue squadron were not so lucky. Beneath the two of them the beskar starfighter rammed into the two ships exploding them and sending their pilots into oblivion. But since they were bellow him and his shields were already weakened from the ion shots, pieces of their ships flew up at Oddball and his x-wing. A large piece rammed itself into the side of his ship and all manners of sensors began to go off.

"Oh come on!" Oddball yelled as the damage reports were coming in.

Little drops of star fighter fuel began to run along the piece of metal and drip out into the void of space, the piece of metal had just broken into his fuel tank and he was leaking fuel. The astromech unit atop his ship began to beep and buzz wildly as it did its best to reach and try to plug the leak that was there. It would take a few minutes but a direct hit with even a single blaster bolt might send the ship up in flames.

So for now Oddball regained control and stuck behind Juwiela to try and see if this guy would uncloak so they could take him out.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: A really crowded, really desoalte hangar in Nickel One
Allies: The Force has a guess
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Nearby: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Elijah Rekali"] [member="Dish"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"] [member=Tralik U'rik]
Mooching off my genius: [member="Ember Rekali"]
Gear: Hands of the Master, Gourd of Doom (8/10 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.


He looked directly at Keira, walking into the hangar quietly as she talked with her allies. "The commander is not in the central hub, as of yet. She's on a ship, not too far," he said matter-of-factly. "She is after you. I am uncertain as to why. I need to see her myself, so I'm sticking with you three." He proceeded to walk over ot the control tower. He'd gone in a circle. Earlier, he'd thrown a chair out a window and tried to steal a ship. She had slipped past him. Not now. Not again. He'd already empowered the ghosts. They handled it.


They'd follow her, back to him. At which point, he could finish this. A proper spell with a proper target. It would require proximity. Thankfully, the strange woman here would serve as bait. Her aura was...conflicted. A desire for righteousness, but with a potent flicker of fury and indignation, just waiting to be provoked. The other two were not powerful within the force, but they had the disciplined, honed emotions or professional soldiers, and an obvious amount of wariness.


Vorhi "looked" towards the chair he had thrown to distract several Republic troopers only a few minutes a go. The troopers had since died in one of the many firefights throughout the station, in all likelihood. His robes were tattered and worn, and covered in dried flame-retardant foam. He shook his head slightly. He liked those robes. He looked to the group. "Not a lot of time for explanation. Long and short, the force showed me where she is, and that she's gunning for you. She is led by anger at something you've done. If you taunt her, let here know your here somehow, it should lead her to you."


Vorhi was absolutely certain the entire statement sounded suspicious. "I realize you may not believe me. However, I can tell you something, as a man who follows the force, and is guided by it in the dumbest ways possible. I want to see Ali Hadrix. I need to confront her, I am compelled to do so by reasons I can barely fathom. However," he spoke with a conviction that was almost deathly, the sort of sternness to be expected from a man called grandmaster, "I am not lying to you. You are simply a bait to me, so that I can find Ali Hadrix, and deal with her in a way I see fit. That is the entire truth. I mean you no harm. And to her, I mean neither death nor cruelty--merely a just resolution. So tell me, in all fairness," he cocked his head to the side, softly and curiously, "what is your intent with the slaughterer of Roche? Do you wish her dead? In chains? Something else entirely?"





Vorhi felt the ghosts. Some of them had found here already. Great. Now, it was merely time to await an ambush.




--Meanwhile, in space--


Ali Hadrix may have been in a state-of-the-art ship.The amoutn of stealth technology running amok was grand and plentiful. But all the budget in the world couldn't outrun death. The low rasp would occur over her commlinks.


"Fithos......lusec.......wecos.....vinosec....." A simple chant on her comms. A thin buzz, like static. After all, why begin with too much? The finality of the curse would take its time, for a little sample for now couldn't hurt.......



--Meanwhile, back at the plot--


Vorhi smiled, awaiting the answer form his new acquaintances. This would be enlightening.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Location: The Central Hub
Objective: Escape from [member="Agamemnon"]
Gear: Sig + 5 Frag grenades

When the droid broke from the horde rapidly approached Sofia on all fours, she felt a sense of fear that she hadn’t felt in a while swell up inside of her. Living creatures, they were much easier for her to deal with as she had experience but not droids. Droids were different. They did not feel pain, get tired or be incapacitated by a bullet if they were well built like the one advancing towards her.

When the droid got into range, he sprayed a gas that severely weakened the power of her shots Sofia knew there was only one thing she could do – run. Dropping the sniper rifle which would only slow her down, she ran faster than she ever had before in order to escape the droid. Death was inevitable for creatures who needed to eat, breath and sleep but it was not going be her turn today.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: The Central Hub
Objective: Talk to [member="Darth Vulkan"]
Allies: The Mandalorian Advance
Enemy: What is left the republic

She saw the dog [member="Vulpesen"] run with his tail between his legs, as another mandalorian showed up. She recognised him, but at the same time not. His force signature felt like draco, but at same time not. She did pounder this for a moment as she decide to purely focus on her collar bone. It would take awhile yet for the amulet to fully heal her, as no force power could instantly make you hole again. Even ancient sith artefacts could not have that strength, so she sat down on the bed and began focus inward. No doubt draco would have sensed her, as she was not far away. Though question was would he know who she was, or would he not as she was dead know, and this body was her apprentices. Though for know she had to focus on her amulet, it would take hour may only half an hour to heal, but it would take time.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

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

"We just can't keep this guy away from us..." mumbled Rami, fiddling with the deflector shield controls.

Streams of laser and ion cannon fire lit up the space between the two ships. Sections of the Osprey's shields alternated from burning from yellow to green and back forth as Rami constantly adjusted the shield's to maximum their efficiency in protecting the craft. Despite trying to maintain a certain distance from the Kessel's Pride, the Osprey did not appear to be fast enough enough to evade the other ship's head to head assault. But you don't make the same mistake twice in a row...I won't let you get that close to me without taking some evasive action...Even as the Osprey passed under the Kessel's Pride, Travot was already pushing the Osprey in a chandelle maneuver that would eventually take the freighter through a cluster of asteroids before returning to the main dogfight. A pair of proton torpedoes jumped surged forward right to where the Osprey would have been if he had kept the Osprey on a straight course. His warning klaxon sounded immediately as Raxis's torpedoes corrected their course to leap up at the Osprey. Laser turret fire from the Osprey quickly redirected itself from the Kessel's Pride to blaze away incoming torpedoes, but Travot's evasive maneuvers made that defensive fire inaccurate. Rami quickly selected the torpedoes as a target, and Travot pulled the finger he had held over the proton torpedo launchers. A single blue blob peeled away from the Osprey's hull to intercept the incoming attack.

The resulting explosion buffeted and rocked the Osprey violently, nearly taking the freighter into one of the asteroids. Rami began to speak rapidly in cerean while Travot fought the controls. One glance at the flashing buttons on the console told Travot that the Osprey hadn't escaped the unscathed. The ship's handling seemed different in his hands, but his eyes didn't stray from cockpit.

"Rami, what's going on with our engines?"

"The throttle seems to be...how do we say this...stuck?"

Wonderful. The Osprey careened through the asteroids back towards the fight in completion of its chandelle maneuver. The Osprey rocketed towards the Kessel's Pride. He attempted to bracket his HUD over the other craft. The next chance I get, I'm giving that other freighter a pair of proton torpedoes...

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: Mandalorians, [member=Elijah Rekali]
Enemies: [member="Cloudburner"], [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Objective: Don't get in my way
Gear: First post.

With the Field Marshal and the Initiate leading their battalion to the base Vilaz found no resistance whether it was Republic or their allies assisting them; then again, what allies did the Republic had at the moment after the daring, yet stupidity of the Republic's Supreme Commander, Ali Hadrix. After what she had done to the masses of innocence she had literally made the entire context of the Galactic Republic look much more sinister and darker than the One Sith and the Primeval combined. Hell, the One Sith didn't pull out stunts and tactics like Supreme Commander Hadrix; at least the Sith and their associates kill their adversaries and enemies in times of war.

Just as they were entering the base Vilaz saw a squad of Republic Soldiers trying to aid some injured civilians, and also noticed on his HUD some hostiles taking up positions away from the group that Vilaz and Elijah just encountered. Without thinking or hesitation the Field Marshal drew both his WESTAR 34 pistols and aimed them at Cloudburner. "Don't move or else your corpse will be trampled and buried by our boots. We will handle the wounded and injured civilians, but the rest of y'all have some options. One, attack and be overkilled; two, retreat to the rest of your forces and leave Roche; or three, we will give you asylum, if asked, and we will return you to your superiors after this confusing battle is handled," the Redneck took a moment of air after his monologue and then said to Cloudburner and the rest of his troops, "So what's it gonna be, fellas? Life or death?"

 

[Marcus Lok]

Objective: Press Buttons
Location: Nickel One Command Room
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Cloudburner"], Disorganized Pubs
Gear: Same as before


And just like that he was gone. Gone with the information of the deaths of countless innocent souls. His last words reffered to an Ali... Madrix.. Sadrix?.. He didn't quite catch it, but the reference seemed not to stick with him and he only nodded in response. Of course Marcus did not know about the situation concerning the vented civilians, but it was soon becoming apparent to him that something was wrong as the comms reports were now buzzing amongst the regular troopers that such a thing had in fact occurred. He hardly had the time to respond, however, as several new opportunities presented themselves across the multiple screens of the still functioning security cameras.

From outside the perimeter of the base itself he recognized a welcome sight, Field Marshall [member="Vilaz Munin"] and his force had arrived. There were hundreds of them, marching more or less in time towards the station. The Republic would surely be feeling it now, if they weren't already, and this may even be enough of a morale crusher to start them onto the path of a general retreat. He could only hope, but he now found himself occupying his time with opening the large bulk doors that had been priorly locked by the control crew of the station. He found it quite simple, as the locks were only passworded by a simple security code which was easily scrambled. The hulking bulk doors of the station that faced Vilaz's forces would open to reveal little but a few corpses of Mandalorian troopers who had been able to break through before the doors were locked as well as a smattering of Republic soldiers who had given their lives in the defence of a lost and corrupted state. Once the doors had finally opened their full measure, Marcus clicked on the comms unit and searched through the known Mandalorian battle channels to the one that the Field Marshall should be using... If he remembered it correctly.

"Field Marshall, this is Marcus Lok, you are clear all the way. Our forces have taken over most of the station, but the Republic has managed to hold on to many defensive choke points. I am acting Station Control. If you need anything, I would be happy to oblige."

He closed the commlink and sighed as he went to check on the cameras once more. The battle was certainly turning in their favor, but he still could see countless republic troopers holding on desperately to the external landing pads. They held them for two reasons, to ferry in more troops and ammunition, and to bring out the more wounded men. They were certainly losing, but they showed the tenacity to attempt a counterattack which would ultimately be futile at this point. From here, admittedly, there was nothing more to do but take requests from any of the other ground commanders. He had locked every door, every turbolift, and every hangar that he possibly could into the favor of the Mandalorians, but the external hangars of Nickel One appeared to still be controlled by Republic troops from an auxiliary console. The clever karkers must have cut many of the control lines from the main console in an effort to stop any efforts from his own console to access the last remaining hopes of salvation that they had aboard the station. From what he knew, multiple Jedi and Republic specialists still roamed the station, but it appeared as though they were now coming under heavy pressure from the heel of the Mandalorian legions.

He took the brief in-between of non action to take a look up through the glass windows of the control room to the battle that was playing out between the two starfleets. He was not nervous, they had the best fleet commander in the galaxy as their spear, and he doubted the Republic could organize any formidable force to attack so suddenly. This would surely be over soon.

His relaxation was cut short, however, when he suddenly saw multiple figures attempting to gain higher ground and ambush positions. Unbeknownst to himself, it was the traitor [member="Cloudburner"] and his newfound Republic henchmen. The fools! It appeared as though they had run right into the lines of reinforcements that were being brought up by the Field Marshall himself. Once more, there was little he could do, and the way that things seemed, he doubted he needed to do anything to assist the veteran of so many Mandalorian conflicts.

 

[Cloudburner]

Gear: Signature DL-44 Blaster Pistol and Signature Republic Ranger Armour.
Allies: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] Elijah Rekali

This was the perfect time for Cloudburner to use the civilian as a human shield. He knew what he was doing, the Mandalorians would not kill innocents, so the shield was safe and he would then aim for them, with his blaster. He then signalled to the commander using sign language to throw all the explosives he had.

"I'd rather choose four. You shoot, he dies. What is your decision? Will you stand down and be a hero? Or die a villain's death like the savage you are!?"

"405th! Aim at these Mandalorian scum, if they move a muscle, shoot them down like the dogs they are!"

 

[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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Jacks eyes opened and he whooped with joy as the torpedoes exploded. Except something was wrong here. there was no ship in his sights, and no massive debris. In fact for a few seconds he'd lost her, before proximity alarms blared. Dak was swivelling the cannons backwards, opening fire with streams of ion and streaks of laser fire. Jack was getting a handle on the situation, mind linked to the Prides external sensors and scopes.

"They're behind us!"

"Just hold on!"

The Pride was still in good condition, so he was travelling mighty fast. Shields were twenty five percent and climbing. They hadn't seen much of the blast as the torpedoes had diverted. His mind flew the ship again and he let go of the yoke. Concentration furrowed the Captains brow and the Pride flipped in a loop. Ion jets firing, full engines brought to bear.

She ripped vertically up and then spun on her vertical axis nose down towards Travot. something was odd about his freighter now, it was travelling only one speed, and scanners were showing damage along the left section. Jack a hungry hound took the advantage. He wasn't flying to get close now, just to evade and fire. A slow repetitive cycle.

"Shift fire to left side, torpedoes away!"

They were on him, Dak opening up with the Ion laser Combo. The deck rumbled again as two more torpedoes streaked from the tubes and ripped down towards Travot. He was getting a healthy dose of love today!

"Got four left."

"Load 'em, all of em. Next barrage is the big one!"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Nickel One Incoming
Allies: Mandos, [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: Republic, [member="Cloudburner"] | [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]
Objective: Res Publica Delenda Est

Dot, dot, dot... blink.

The Republic soldier did not just do that. Using a civilian as a meat shield to stop them from firing? It shouldn't have surprised Elijah, not after what Hadrix had done with the Verpine in the hangars, but it still did. When had the Republic gone entirely morally bankrupt? Personally Eli didn't much care about the civilian, the tears-struck face mixed with the pain tugging at the woman's corner didn't do much for his heartstrings, but he had made it his business to hunt down people for a living as a bounty hunter.

If a few tears could have stopped him from doing his job he would have made a bad bounty hunter, but the fact that he would have shot the civilian himself before following up with Cloudburner didn't mean he didn't see the situation for what it was.

They had the moral high ground here, for now. It was time to utilize it, because at the end of the day Cloudburner and his men weren't in a position to negotiate much, besides having the life of a civvie in his hands. Field Marshal Munin's troops had already taken up position, they were ready, they had the ground and would shoot the entire thing up if necessary... if they were forced to.

But it didn't have to be that way.

"Commander." the Mandalorian shouted. The external audiofeed of his armor magnified the sound of his voice. It sounded clear through the surroundings and would find a recipient in [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] and his entourage.

"Do you sanction using innocent lives as shields in the field of war? I would strongly advise you to rein your man in. We are soldiers, we know what we are wading into each and everytime we step foot on the battlefield. Does she deserve this?" Elijah nodded towards the woman in Cloudburner's arms, to indicate which her he was talking about.

"No more blood needs to be shed. Stand down, you and yours will be treated with the rights accorded to prisoners of war. Retreat, you won't be pursued either. This installation is all but in our control already, you are one of the last pockets of resistance. Value your own life for her sake."

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: [member="Cloudburner"]
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Gear:

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Like the Mandalorians, Jaccer too could not believe what he saw. Some of the tactics Jaccer used to get information were considered 'extreme' but this was a step too far. The Galactic Republic was here to evacuate the civilian population, not put them in immediate danger. It was apparent that Vahn had a lot to learn before he could truly become apart of the Republic military. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Listening to what both of the hostile Mandalorians had to say, Ramirez would agree. This had to stop. And as he was ranking officer in this situation, it be up to the Lieutenant to stop this. "Dammit man! What are you doing?" He shouted to Cloudburner, "Put them down, this is our battle and we shouldn't drag them into it!" If anything happened to the person being used as a meat shield it would be Jaccer who would fall, not Cloudburner. "If you don't put her down I'll be forced to shoot you. Focus on the real enemy here!" All the soldier could do was hope that Vahn would comply and it wouldn't come to violence. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Raisning his voice, Jaccer would then speak to the Mandalorians, "We have been informed that Mandalorian have been preventing military aid in this sector of the city, is this true?" [/SIZE]

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: On approach to Republic Fleet
Allies: Galactic Republic | Verpine Government | Civilians
Enemies: [member=Naast'ika Laaran] | [member=Lisette Kuhn] | [member=Keira Ticon] | Mandalorians
Objectives:
1) Return to Nickel One to combat Mandalorian threat
2) Locate and arrest Keira Ticon
3) Deliver Verpine delegation to trustworthy Republic authorities
4) Negate current threat
Equipment: Full duranium beskar'gam, EM protected helmet and weapons. Verpine Assault Carbine, 2 x DL-44 blaster pistols, wrist rocket, wrist-cable, various grenades (lethal and non-lethal), beskad, stun gauntlet, small-jetpack, bacta injection system.
NPC's (for narrative): None. On my own now.


Ali felt a spur of relief build within her mind as their pursuers were rebuffed by the sensor decoy and the missile launch. "Keep our speed up, we're nearly there," Ali muttered to the pilots under her breath, her attention focused on the scanner display before her. The Republic fleet was nearly close enough that Ali could risk sending a signal for assistance. She hadn't seen anything on sensors that told her the fleet had acknowledged her last transmission. "I'm not sure we can wait any longer, we need fighter escort," Ali said aloud. "We can't tip them off," the Sullustan pilot's watery voice was translated on the console. Ali chewed on her lip for a moment. "Can you install a message for transmission by the last decoy?" She asked. The Human answered. "Yes, but the memory capacity of the decoy is limited; it would have to be a simple message. Text-based, no audio." Ali nodded, "Prep the decoy, I'll input the message." Ali ordered, marking Admiral [member=Reshmar] in the message contents. Once the device was prepared, Ali ordered the pilots to prep another quad of missiles. "Dummy drop them." The Human looked up at her, confused. "Don't worry, I know this model well enough. Deactivate the targeting system, but leave its sensors active. The missiles will lock onto the first signature they pick up. Hopefully our pursuers won't catch on to a little metal in all these asteroids."
The Human pilot nodded, still somewhat unsure, but accessed the appropriate programs and deactivated the software linked to the transport's targeting systems. "We'll have to drop the missiles out of the tubes without firing their propulsion systems, or else we risk them picking up the transport." Ali noted. The Human pilot's eyes widened, the Sullustan jabbered something in exasperation. "Flip the vessel around, unlock the tube doors and use reverse thrusters to ease them out." The Human sputtered something in disbelief, but the Sullustan shrugged and muttered something that sounded confident. The Human glared at his fellow pilot, but sat back from the controls and let his partner take over. The Sullustan slowed the transport, using attitude jets to tip it up onto the nose and flip it backward-facing. After unlocking the tube doors, he used the reverse thrusters to back the vehicle away, causing the missiles to leave their tubes and drift away in the depth of space. The Sullustun left a second pair further away, then turned the transport away and reactivated the engines. Once the following vessels passed within range of the missiles, their targeting sensors would lock onto the signals and their propulsion systems would send them toward their targets.
"Drop the decoy," Ali told the pilots as they fled the scene, "That'll draw them past the missiles." Moments later the decoy dropped, projecting another holographic presentation of the transport while transmitting the text-based message Ali had written to anyone who was listening as it hid itself partially behind one of the smaller asteroids.
::Hadrix to [member=Reshmar], to surrender. Need escort. Mando close pursuit.::

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Location: Republic-held minor hangar, Nickel One

Objective:
1) Determine the identity of her attacker

2) Defeat said attacker

Allies: The Jedi Order, The Galactic Republic, The Galactic Alliance, The Civilians of Nickel One
Enemies: Tralik U'rik

Alyona straightened her form as she watched her opponent soar across the hangar, engulfed in fire. Sparks flew as the creature slid and rolled along the deck plating, the durasteel in his armor rending and twisting here and there, exposing muscled flesh beneath. Alyona stepped toward her adversary, her lightsaber humming at her side and casting a greenish glow along the deck. Mand'alor's armor smoked and his flesh burned and bled, coating the plates in blood that dripped onto the floor. With the blood drops Alyona heard the clinking of metal as it was pushed outward from his wounds. Accelerated healing...malleable physiology...overly reliant on armor...Alyona's studies as a Jedi left without a Master for years on Ossus had paid off many times, and did so here. Gen'Dai...she concluded, an amount of fear and uncertainty rising in her chest. Her heart pounded and she began to lose her emotional balance.
Attacking now, off kilter, would be a mistake, despite the Mand'alor's distracted condition. Instead, Alyona attempted to engage with her opponent, though his pun-based humor caused her to cringe mentally. She allowed her genuine interest to take over, helping lessen her fear and restore her emotional center. She cut the power to her lightsaber with a thought. "I understand the Mandalorian people rally around their leader; you." Alyona pointed at him with a deactivated lightsaber, making sure to remain well outside his reach. "So as Mand'alor, you lead these people? Are you the reason they are here, in Republic space, disrupting the lives of innocent people?" Alyona asked, though she kept her tone even, more factual, preventing herself from becoming wrapped up in the emotions behind the circumstances.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Location: Roche, Near Nickel One, Chasing Ali's shuttle,
Objective: Search and Destroy all Republic Assets in the Roche System, Fetch Ali Hadrix
Allies: Mandalorians and Allies
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"], Republic and Allies
Neutral:


"Where are you?" Lieutenant Daemona Demona said aloud to herself as she strained her eyes as she tried to scan the holographic projection of the surrounding asteroids being displayed by her helmet. She could see in 360-degrees around her ship and barely had to turn her head to see the few directions that the helmet did not automatically reveal. Demona glanced at her sensors once again, trying desperately to spot the movement on movement that would reveal the stealthed transport among the tumbling, mountainous asteroids that surrounded her. Everything moved in the asteroid field. Slowly... ponderously... but still it moved. Rocks drifted this way and that, occasionally bouncing off of one another and sending debris drifting off in a number of directions. What Demona had to look for, was movement that defied this constant. Objects move in a strait line, hit things, then deflect off at another angle.

A tiny, nearly imperceptible ghost of a blip pinged her sensors. An asteroid wasn't there, but then it was... and it was slowing down. Then it was gone again. It was a small signature, much smaller than one would expect from a shuttle... but it had to be artificial.

Snapping her head and eyes up from the display, Demona scanned the void in the direction of the sensor ghost. There it was. The subtle glow of an ion drive flaring next to what looked like a shadow in the void. Demona blinked twice to zoom in on the flare. The shadow slowed ever so slightly as it drifted between Demona and a distant asteroid. The shadow changed colors in an attempt to blend in to the asteroid that now back-lit it. The color was ever so slightly off, allowing Demona to clearly see the outline of the Republic Shuttle.

"Found you." Demona said with a feral grin as she banked her Beskad fighter towards the shuttle. "Target sighted." Demona said on squadron comms, comm laser pinging out to the other three starfighters. "Converge on my location." Demona pushed the throttle forward and primed her weapons. The shuttle decloaked and raced forward. Demona's eyes darted in the direction of the exposed shuttle. She was about to adjust her Beskad onto a new heading to intercept the shuttle when she remembered what the Rekali squadron leader had said about encountering two decoys. Demona averted her gaze from what she assumed was a decoy and scanned for the discolored outline of the shuttle. "Not falling for that one." Demona said as she spotted the real shuttle once again.

Her sensors showed her three wingmen converging on her position at best speed, behind them, the four Cabur Patrol Ships lagged behind. In the distance, she saw that the Rekali Fighters had made up their minds and were racing to catch up with Demona's squadron.

<Dibs.> Demona thought to herself as she closed on the shuttle. Her fingers squeezed ever so gently upon the trigger of her yoke, sending forth a torrent of repeating mass-driver rounds at the center of the shuttle's outline. A thumb switch released the AI-driven turret to engage targets freely, the repeating Ion Cannon spun around to face the silhouette and barked forth bolt after bolt of charged ions at the shuttle.


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Lieutenant James Holden swore to himself as the computer finally completed its calculation. Just as the woman had claimed, the shuttle had continued its path directly towards the Republic Fleet. "Come on." Holden said as he pointed his fighter in the direction the other squadron had gone. "Lets get in this before they pull too far away." With a jolt, Holden kicked his Rekali into its maximum speed as he raced to catch up with the Beskad and Cabur MkII starfighters. He could still see them on the edge of his sensors... and they appeared to be converging on a single location.


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Talia Naast smiled as she watched her friends in the little ships all racing towards a single location. She smiled as she smelled the tinge of weapons fire being spat out by one of the fighters. They had finally cornered her prey. Talia fired her proton cannon into an asteroid that barred her path and plowed through the debris as she bore down on the location of the other ships. Soon... very soon... she would catch up to them.



TLDR

Spoiler

Ali's shuttle gave away it's position by "breaking" and slowing its speed.
One of the Beskad Starfighter Pilots spotted an object changing speed and zeroed in on the shuttle, gaining a visual confirmation against it.
Said Pilot informed the rest of her squadron that she found the target and moved in to engage the target.
Pilot spotted the deployed decoy, but did not fall for it. She continued approaching the real shuttle.
Beskad Starfighter opened fire on Stealth Shuttle.