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

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Location: Roche; Among the Asteroids
Objective: Hide and Seek
Allies: Mandalorians and Allies
Enemies: Republic and Allies


Naast'ika slipped into the Roche system at the same time as the rest of the Mandalorian Fleet. Beside him, a squadron of Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighters flew escort. Each was equipped with the Advanced Astrological Sensor Processing Computer and the factory standard weapons. He felt the tingle of the communication's laser against his hull and listened as Mr. Larraq's orders came through the bridge speakers. His orders and those for the rest of the fleet were not entirely the same. As the other escorts moved forward at 3/4ths speed, Naast'ika raced ahead at full speed, eagerly diving into the asteroid field. He was careful not to get too close to the asteroids. His previous experiences had taught him that his dovin basal projections will pull the asteroids towards him if he's not careful. So he was careful. Mostly. Occasionally, he let himself tuck in close to an asteroid as he passed by, watching with glee as the asteroid drifted along behind him briefly before impacting another asteroid. It was fun! What was more fun were the four smaller ships that escorted him. They were new and shiny and had sensors that let them detect his dovin basals. Not only were they able to keep away from the projection, but the four ships tucked in close to Naast'ika and allowed his Neuroengines to help propel them along as well.

As Naast'ika slipped through the asteroid, getting deeper and deeper into the field, ranging ahead of the rest of the Naval Forces, a series of broadcasts reached him in quick succession. The first was not encrypted.

::Mandalorian leadership, this is Kol'k Ota, a foreign representative to the Verpine people. We have detected a rather large and militarized presence in the system and within Nickel One. We are curious what your needs might be.::

It filled his head like a shout in a canyon, echoing on every frequency. Then Mr. Larraq shouted on every frequency as well. He told the bug-people that the Mandalorians were not their enemy.

"The Mandalorians, as always, have no hostilities towards the Verpine." He said simply. "But the Republic can no longer be trusted to guarantee the safety and neutrality of the Roche system or the Verpine people. Their failing political system is turning against itself and moves have been made to consolidate the rightful properties of corporations and free governments under the control of their political and military leaders. I fear that even now, the Republic moves to bring Roche under thumb through military force." He continued, adding weight to each word. "It is for that reason that the Mandalorian Clans have come. We will annex this system into our protection before the Republic has the opportunity to bring the Verpine people under heel."

The next message was encrypted. It was a series of orders given to the fighter and frigate squadrons of the main fleet. They had been ordered into the asteroid field and had been provided a list of Republic Defenses. Naast'ika used the map from the Skira to update his own awareness of his surroundings. He altered his path through the asteroids, making his way to intercept the closest of the defensive weapons. Another unencrypted message came from one of the larger asteroids.

"To any and all Mandalorian forces in the system, you are asked to return to your vessels and leave Republic space. The usurper government lead by the traitor Genevieve Lasedri has been confronted by the Republic Senate and Military and halted. Your holdings and investments are in no danger, and our government recognizes your rights as business-persons and a people. Your existing contracts will be honored without alteration, hesitation, or otherwise. However, initiating hostilities against us when you ought to be helping us eradicate this clone threat would be foolish. You cannot win a war with us. We are better equipped than you. We are better trained than you. We are more organized. And we have the Jedi on our side. Do not start what you cannot finish, and let it be known now, that there is absolutely no reason to initiate hostilities of any kind against a government and a people that seek only to be your ally. I urge you to make contact with us in order to discuss this misinterpretation of events. The Republic has no conflict with the Mandalorian people and we would rather help you drive the Primeval back into the edges of the Galaxy than take arms against you."

Naast'ika didn't know who Genevieve was, nor was he aware of why the female asteroid person's speech would have mattered... But he caught the claim that she made about the Republic forces. Naast'ika bristled. He was both excited and angry. Angry that the woman would claim her forces could be better than Mandalorians, but excited for the chance to meet them in battle. Naast'ika had little time to contemplate these emotions, as a chorus of laughter soon shouted through every frequency. After a few moments, the laughter died down and Mr. Larraq's voice filled every frequency.

"Woman." Larraq said aloud, knowing that it would be broadcast to the entire system. "I don't know who you are, but you just insulted the entirety of the Mando'ade. On the honor of my people, it is my duty to inform you that you have just declared war on Manda'yaim." Straitening himself, Larraq's eyes went cold and his features flattened. The mirth of the moments before were gone from him. "On behalf of my people, I accept your terms. The total destruction of every Republic asset from here to your capital, or your head on a pike. Until one of those two conditions is achieved, the Republic will not know peace."

Naast'ika chirped with excitement at the latest orders from Mr. Larraq. Tentatively, he highlighted nearly every artificial contact on the holographic display at the center of his bridge, the display that mirrored his awareness of his surroundings.

"No Naast'ika." Commander Tupu said flatly. The man seemed to be upset by the recent string of conversations. "Captain Larraq said the destruction of -Republic- assets. Not... everything."

Naast'ika chirped his annoyance at the development, as Commander Tupu typed commands into one of the consoles that controlled the holographic map. "These." The Commander said as 3/4ths of the highlighted structures were unhighlighted. "Are the Republic's assets in this system."

Naast'ika chirped happily as he altered his course and made for the first of the Republic defenses.

 

[Long Gone]

[SIZE=13.5pt]Senate Meeting[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location: Chazwa[/SIZE]
Senators: [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Khyros Sunblade"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Jack Sparrow"]

Alyesa would arrive late to the Senate Chambers on Chazwa – one would rather be late than never arrive at all. Her determined steps would bring herself and her guard to the Alderaan pod. Before the roll call could began officially, and the Junior Senator who sat in for her sister, [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] made his presence known - Alyesa would stop him with a gentle tap on the shoulder. “I will be speaking for Alderaan, atleast for this meeting. Is that clear?” What else could the Junior Senator say? No? He could have but find himself infront of the same committee which appointed him to the office he held. He merely bowed and stepped to the side and allowed Alyesa to take the front seat.

She had made it in time to hear the words of Senator Kay.

‘Good, I haven’t missed anything important.’ She thought to herself. She gestured to her side and her aide approached and brought with her a datapad. On the datapad as a recording from a recent meeting between a delegation and Republic officials – one which she attended. She would wait until the time was right and throw it out there. The Republic was stonewalling the free companies to stave off a war against free trade, and masking their true colors. The agenda of the former Prime Minister still resided in the higher echelons of the command structure. It was just a matter of how to draw it out.

Now, she waited for the perfect moment.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Somewhere on Nickel One (Near the Mandalorian Sector)
Objective: Evacuate Civilians, aide the helpless.
Allies: Clan Rekali, [member="Ember Rekali"] (Direct Communications)
Enemies: Republic Aggressors to Mandalorians Civilians, [member="Mantic Dorn"]

The Republic had changed the rules of engagement apparently.

If someone was on the opposing side of any engagement, they were a threat. She had heard about the clones engaging civilians and various soft targets on Chazwa, but she couldn’t believe it. Here on Nickel One – there were many civilians who didn’t want to get caught up in whatever was happening between the Mandalorians and the Republic but some Republic soldiers opted to drive them out of their homes and into the street. Perhaps it was a sense of self-righteousness that the Republic had suddenly gotten under the previous Prime Minister, maybe the new military commander liked to use brutal tactics to strong-arm the opposition through their civilians. It didn’t matter, she had a job as a Jedi and as a soldier – protect the innocent from the oppressive, even if it meant the Republic.

There were Republic troops advancing on the Mandalorian Sector, for one reason or another. The cries of civilians who were fleeing towards safety filled her ears and even the sound of a random blaster shot or two. Aaralyn began to direct the civilians deeper into the Mandalorian territory on Nickel One and away from the advancing Republic line. She knew there was an advance on both sides – but that wasn’t her concern. She was not commanding any ground forces here. A blaster bolt would fly over the head of Aaralyn, a meter or so above causing panic amongst the civilians – and making people scatter in different directions. Soon it would be followed by another, perhaps an attempt to clear the streets, perhaps an attempt to intimidate. She wasn’t sure.

Either way, she wouldn’t ignite her saber. Instead she grabbed onto a child who crouched down and began crying out in Mando’a. The people would literally be like a stampeding herd of Banthas once the blaster fire started and Aaralyn just clutched the child – hoping that both her and the kid didn’t get trampled in the masses that were fleeing the scene. Absolute panic ensued – something that would no doubt throw off the focus and concentration of a one Mantic Dorn.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Location: Bridge of Skira-class Battleship "Skira" / Heart of Mandalorian Fleet / Approaching Nickel One
Objective: Do smart things
Allies: [member="Ember Rekali"], Mandalorians and allies,
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Abigail Selonna"], Republic and allies,
Neutral: [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]


As his open communication to the Republic leaders of Nickel One ended, his attention returned to the battlefield. "Order all shuttles, dropships, gunships, and Shaadlar troopships launched. I want beskar plated boots on Nickel One ASAP. Should individual commanders find better targets of opportunity, they are free to engage at their own discretion." Larraq said to the room at large, a number of junior officers and technicians leaped to relay his instructions to the fleet. "Do not forget my earlier message." Larraq cautioned. "The Verpine are old friends of the Mando'ade. No harm is to come to the Verpine people or other civilians in this conflict. Should any Mando'ad be engaged by Verpine combatants, they are to be engaged via non-lethal means only. It is the Republic who has offended us this day. Not those who are under their boot."

As officers busied themselves with enacting his orders, a series of contact icons caught his attention. One was the diplomatic shuttle he had been warned about. The other three were most certainly not. <Feth.> Larraq thought to himself. While his crew had been distracted by the cancerous whore that had offended his people, they had failed to notice warships lining up on their position. Omega Protectorate ships. "Lock those ships down!" Larraq barked as he moved on the closest console, a series of rushed commands soon flowing from his dancing fingertips. A new voice found its way to the bridge of the Skira as Larraq moved to contend with the sudden threat.

"Mandalorian Commander, this is Commodore Abigail Selonna of the Galactic Alliance. This is your final warning to cease and desist combat operations against the Republic station Nickel One. If you persist, we will take you under fire..." She paused for a breath, then continued. "Commander, believe me when I say that no one is going to win if this comes to battle."

<Thanks for the warning.> Larraq thought for a moment before he turned his attention to the woman. Four acknowledgement symbols were highlighted on the holomap in the center of the room as four Jahaatir Ewar Frigates began enacting their orders. The entirety of each ship's electronic jamming capabilities were brought to bare on the three ships as quickly as each turret could be turned to face the threat. "Stage two keyword is Girl." Larraq said to the nearest technician before pressing a button and opening communications with the young Commodore. "Commodore Selonna of the Galactic Alliance. This is Clan Dem'adas. We thank you for your concern, but you are out of your league little girl." Larraq said to the young officer, hoping that the weight of his words would convince her of her folly in supporting the Republic against the Mandalorians. Larraq paused himself long enough to watch as roughly 3/4ths the firepower of two Concordia-class Dreadnoughts filled the space above the young woman's ships. A simple warning shot across the bow as electronic warfare sought to overwhelm her targeting computers. "I am aware that much of the Galactic Alliance was once part of the Omega Protectorate. For that alone, I give you the opportunity to return to [member="Ayden Cater"] alive. Refuse, and I will have to send you to him in a box."

As Larraq waited for the woman's response, or for Turbolasers to lash out against him, he added the sole diplomatic shuttle to the list of friendly targets with a VIP symbol next to its designation.

He was somewhat familiar with Omega Protectorate ships. He had faced them, however briefly, in the past. They favored long range weaponry and were the reason ships like the Jahaatir and Concordia existed. If they remained on the battlefield, he would have no choice but to remove them as quickly as possible.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Roche Asteroid Fields
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 x12

A double click of her comm was her only response as she lifted the custom Bes'uliike from the deckplates. As she did so, she sent an encrypted comm to Jack. <I'll be maintaining radio silence. Mainly because... to do so while cloaked would be a dead giveaway. For now, continue with your forward patrol. I'll scout ahead a bit...> Gently, she pulled back on the controls, turning them smoothly, which sent her starfighter in a gentle arc towards the launch tunnel. Lining up with the entry, she settled herself in front of the launch mechanism.

An instant later, her custom bes'uliik flickered and disappeared from sight and scanners. Only the most advanced sensors, or those tuned specifically to find her could do so. Firmly, she pushed the controls forward. In response, the starfighter surged forward down the launch tunnel. The walls of it moved past too quickly to be much more than a blur. That is until the stars snapped into sharp relief against the blackness of space a few moments later. With a steady hand, Anija guided her fighter up and around the prow of the Skira as she moved to rendezvous with her squadron.

They had ranged themselves around the freighter in a protective screen, and Anija slotted herself into the Wing Leader's position, slightly forward of and above Jack Raxis' field of vision. Not that he could see her anyways. But, her position would allow her to scout ahead without impeding his field of vision of sensor scans in any way. Gently, she boosted forward, and began using passive scanners to check the area ahead of them. She spotted various movements by elements of the Republic fleet on her scanners. There were some of their advance scouting elements which were wandering close to her current location. For now, Anija would wait and see what the Republic pilots would do.

 

[Abigail Selonna]

Location: ANS Stalwart Sword, Roche Asteroids
Timeframe: During Invasion
Republic Tags: [member="gir quee"], [member="reshmar"], [member="ali hadrix"]
Mando Tags: [member="captain larraq"]
Fleet:
-ANS Stalwart Sword
-ANS Unbreakable Ward
-ANS Unspeakable Word

"Commodore Selonna of the Galactic Alliance. This is Clan Dem'adas. We thank you for your concern, but you are out of your league little girl." Larraq said to the young officer, hoping that the weight of his words would convince her of her folly in supporting the Republic against the Mandalorians. Larraq paused himself long enough to watch as roughly 3/4ths the firepower of two Concordia-class Dreadnoughts filled the space above the young woman's ships. A simple warning shot across the bow as electronic warfare sought to overwhelm her targeting computers. "I am aware that much of the Galactic Alliance was once part of the Omega Protectorate. For that alone, I give you the opportunity to return to [member="Ayden Cater"] alive. Refuse, and I will have to send you to him in a box."

"Master Dem'adas, save your demeaning words for someone who will be affected by it. You know very well I won't leave, and you also know the quality of my ships." She said with a rather bland voice, facing the pickup with a small smile. "Or else you wouldn't have turned your Ewar on me. I will also stop mincing words with you, the Alliance doesn't abandon its allies, let alone attack them." She cut the line and sat for a moment, the ordinance of the warning shots passed by them, and the ewar cut the effectiveness of their active scans.

"Alright guns, we're firing from the hip for now. Make your shots count as well as you can. Conn, fleet reverse at one quarter, keep us oriented on the Mandalorian fleet. Launch fighter screens, keep them in close and engage only the fighters they send against us. Guns, commence firing run." She gave the orders in her normal, cool tone, while inside she was racked with guilt. This wasn't their fight, but Alliance operating procedures were set in stone, if you were in an Allied system when it comes under attack, you defend it along with the allied military.

As Abigail warred with herself inwardly, her three ships began to spit out capital ship crippling volleys of ferromagnetic slugs. Her flagship bore two heavy Javelin Hypervelocity Cannons and Six Mini-Javelins. Her two wing ships each bore two of the Mini-Javelins and ten mass accelerator turrets. Each cannon spat out three round bursts, and were each already fully charged. Thus, once the order came, six heavy javelin slugs and thirty heavy mini-javelin slugs slammed through space toward the Mandalorian fleet at incredible speeds. The sensor readings from before the ewar turned on had been able to give the tactical officers speeds and headings, extrapolation of such led to the current firing solutions being used. Once the slugs were away, a pause of ten seconds came between them and the ion and turbolaser cannons commenced firing. They would continue firing until the main guns were reloaded, then switch off to give the main guns maximum firepower.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] [member="Kana Truden"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Injured Party: N/A

"This is Captain Cilghal of the COH Mobius,"

Avalore stood just behind the Captain's chair upon the bridge of the newly minted Medical Freighter commissioned by the Circle of Healers with VANIR, hands tightly coiled together within the sleeves of her Healer robes, breath bated. They had arrived at the far east of what could be viewed as a hellish fleeting display over Nickel One of the Roche asteroids with their engines blazing from hyperspace and shields at max.

"We are a neutral, unarmed entity representing the Circle of Healers here to deploy humanitarian aide to the wounded and to provide safe extraction for civilians. We are not here to interfere, I repeat we are not here to interfere..."



I need you to stay this time. It's my turn to be the hero for a little while. Quiet words shared with [member="Meeristali Peradun"] in the early morning hours while she coddled an inconsolable Destin. Stay with the boys ... be a father while I go be a Healer. Gabe will take good care of me, he'll keep me safe while you rest.

Come back to me, Avalorrrre Eden, promise me.

I promise.


The sound of radio chatter echoed in her ears but she wasn't really hearing it. Vaet was here, and Gabriel and Jacen. She'd even managed to convince Jace to unchain Kana from her incarceration. It'll be good for her to get out and help someone that needs it. She won't ever heal if you don't give her the chance. And then there was Julius, a man of whom Avalore had heard quite a bit but never had the honor of meeting until now. It was a good team and this was a beautiful ship - only good things would come of this.


"Master Eden....Master Eden? We've gained clearance to land and set up a medical station, I'm taking us down away from the main battle."

"Thank you, Captain," a smile managed to press into her lips. Good things, good things. "Are you sure we'll be safe there?"

"This ship is more than remarkable," said the Captain in return, "but it doesn't perform miracles. That's your job, Master Jedi."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] [member="Kana Truden"]
Protectors: @Gabriel Siobahn [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Injured Party: N/A

[SIZE=12pt]The constant rhythm of heavy boot steps were accompanied in time by jangle of armour plates. It was also the beat to a constant drone of melodramatic complaining. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“It’ll be good for her to get out, she says. She’s been stuck on Sullust too long…oh mountain climbing with you doesn’t count. We could go visit some interesting places do some good work.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]As Jacen arrived on the bridge he walked to a cabinet and used his pass to unlock it, pulling two CC13 rifles free. His cloak and armour had bright red crosses marked over them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“How is being in the middle of a warzone full of beskar-clad barbarians going to help with recuperation? No one ever felt their health was improved by the addition of being dead Avalor.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Jacen held his deadpan expression for a moment, before walking out of the bridge with two rifles and a small case of tibanna gas cannisters. No one was allowed to be weapons free on the medical frigate before they touched down. Not that anyone seemed to complain about the lightsabre hanging from his belt the whole time. [/SIZE]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Nickel One Incoming
Allies: Mandos, [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Popo"]
Enemies: Republic, [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Dish"] | [member="Keira Ticon"]
Objective: Res Publica Delenda Est

Elijah Rekali was not very particular about traditions.

At the end of the day he cared more about what worked and what was efficient, instead of worrying about things like morality and trying to adhere to stuffy regulations. It simply didn't make much sense to him. Why get weighed down by the fine print when you could just break a few rules and do the exact same thing in a more efficient manner? Ember wasn't too pleased about this invasion. Something about burning bridges, but he had tuned out most of the speech given - not that he didn't respect the man, because he did. But it was clear that his history with the Jedi was clouding his judgement and that wasn't something that Eli cared about.

But he wouldn't completely disregard a command from his clan father. Ember spoke about avoiding burning bridges, and so Eli would make sure that he wouldn't burn any bridges. Simply by being unrecognizable to the larger population of Republic fighters. To ensure this he exchanged his familiar and recognizable blue armor for the stock gray beskar'gam worn by most of the Mandalorians.

"Ready to earn a pay day, more like." Eli replied after a moment. He checked up on his blaster - pretty little thing, experimental tech from the think-tank of the Saiba Group. Would be interesting to see how it would perform.

He looked up and the HUD immediately picked out the ash scattering from the tip of the cigarette.

"Shouldn't smoke. I hear it's bad for ya, vod." a rough chuckle rippled away from his external audiofeed. A strangely metallic sound because of it.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: Vaet Kana Truden
Protectors: Gabriel Sionoma [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] Julius Sedaire
Injured Party: N/A

"I need Healers, Jacen," Avalore hissed, on his heels as he primly marched his armored rear out of the bridge before she had a chance to verbally retaliate. Brow set, she eyed him as he shouldered his weapon, "and I don't have a lot of names to pull out of a hat. I didn't form the Circle of Healers to sit around and do nothing. Kana is trained in Healing, by me, I need her help and she needs to help others to remember that she's still a good person that can do good things."

Brown eyes glanced around to make sure no one else was in earshot, Avalore leaned up closer to the man, "and I need your help to keep an eye on her. I don't trust anyone else with the job, Jacen."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Avalore Eden"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Injured Party: N/A

Julius had come, as soon as he had heard from 'Stali that Avalora had asked him to stay behind. She hadn't mentioned the felactian's best friend couldn't come keep watch.. The plot still had him grinning, truth be told. But Avalore was going to Roche, diving into this mess between the Republic and the Mandalorians over some Phrik. Near as he could tell, people were just being people, and this wasn't his fight really. But, he could tell that his brother in arms was worried, fretting over Avalore, and so he had offered to ride along. Though he hadn't per se made a name in Alliance engagements, there was no doubt his reputation proceeded him on this occasion, and he was not terribly surprised he was welcome to the mission as a protector. 'Stali talked him up a bit, or so it had seemed. He would kick his ass next fight.. If he could catch him.

The order had been given against weapons being free, but that was fine, and the MP1 was tucked under the matress of his bed, where he could roll from the mattress and land on his knees with it aimed and ready. They did seem to turn a blind eye to the lightsaber at his hip, which was wise for them and their health really.. That saber would be parted from him under rough circumstances and likely at death only, despite how he acted towards it publicly. Julius had taken special care on this mission to make it clear he wasn't going to be fighting unless someone came to harm those who were against the ones he was sworn to defend. Between the two sides, he had no love lost for either. His Vanguard armor was the 'skin' he had been in since boarding the ship, marked with white circles bearing a four-armed red cross. He slept in it, wanting to be ready for any occasion. When he slept, anyway. It still covered him now, even with the deep flowing green robe over top it, almost like a Jedi General of the Old Republic during the Wars.

When there wasn't something active to be doing, he was usually within sight of Avalore, meditating and focusing his mind. Often he was taking apart the Skywalker saber, checking and double checking it, getting himself 'in tune' with the weapon of that ancient family. And from him, despite his unruly and rowdy tendencies, flowed utter peace and calm. Truly, if he kept this up, people might start thinking of him as an actual Jedi instead of some hot-shot Corellian saber-jockey. Never the less, the balance between the two perceptions of him, the two aspects of his identity, was not as disharmonious as some seemed to think. It was just merely his path, and so he accepted it and lived. That realization had brought immeasurable peace to him.

At this time, he sat cross legged across the bridge, tucked into a corner where he would be unobtrusive, one eye half on Avalore as she tromped out, the other focusing as his lightsaber spun in a multitude of little cloud parts before him, the crystal shard gleaming and shining. It was truly a marvelous weapon, masterfully made even if simplistic in the basis of it's design compared to others he had seen. Lately, he had taken to wondering about those who had wielded it. The line between morality they had wandered and tip-toed. At first, the practice had seemed to put others off, a Jedi Knight floating in air with his legs crossed, robe hanging down to the floor, a lightsaber in a cloud of parts before him as they spun and combined and came apart. Now, they seem to take it as a matter of course, and a few even smiled to see it, as if reassured.

He had joined them in the mess hall when not meditating or doing his conditioning drills. Laughed with them about the poor quality of the food (good thing it was a medical ship with this slop!!) and joked about the girls they had left behind or would be searching for after.The fact a Jedi could chase skirts seem to confuse a few, but he had assured them the robes and saber did not come with mandatory castration. All in all, he acted like a human, not one above or below them, or any other nonsense. There was a concentrated effort to put the men around him at ease, and to show them the lightsaber and armor didn't make him different at his heart. Some of them had even begun to join him in the makeshift 'gym' he had set up in the ship, watching his drills with interest and listening to him as he spoke about the connection between body and mind, the importance of both and the vitality of that link being nurtured.

He may not be able to wave his hands and make a boo-boo better... But sometimes, healing was more about the soul and mind than the body. And of those kinds of injuries, Julius was all too familiar.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[SIZE=10pt]Medical Relief Efforts[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] [member="Kana Truden"]
Protectors: @Peter Gabriel [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Injured Party: N/A[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Jacen turned to face Avalore. He shifted the two weapons to free up one hand, which he placed on her shoulder. There was just a hint of a smile on his lips. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I know,” he replied in the same hushed tone. “I grumble before a fight is all. Always have and always will, just try and put me out of your mind and I’ll try and keep schtum so you lot can concentrate. Tell me when and where you need a hand, but when I say it’s time for us to bug the feth out of there, start packing yeah?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]With a friendly nod he turned to head back to the exit ramp where he was planning on meeting the other Alliance soldiers and Jedi to be the first out to ensure the facility was secure for the others. [/SIZE]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Avalore Eden"]
Protectors: @Jason Voidstatham [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Injured Party: N/A

"You know sir, you should always life with your knees!"
Gabe breathed in slowly, straightening out his back as he looked towards the protocol droid. He wasn't even lifting, the damn GE-MMP was on a hover lift.
"It's good for the health. And humors!" The droid lifted his finger, as if upon epiphany.
Gabe tongued the side of his cheek silently, eyes narrowing, as he scratched the portion of his neck that met against the Vanguard armor.
"And I'll have you know. Proper stretching a day, it keeps the doctor away! Did you stretch today, sir?"
"Dick..."
"Calisthenics sir, it's important for joint health!"
"Dick..."
"Yes sir?"
"Shut up."
The droid looked on, seemingly wounded, as his eye lights flickered and the rust creaked as he twisted. Gabe gave a laugh and flicked the button on for the medical equipment.
"Go make yourself useful. Get the gear together."
"Oh, I will sir. But first, I must stretch."

Before he could turn to argue, the droid was clicking around the corner and out of view. With that, he grabbed the rails and pushed the vehicle down the hallway, passed the bridge as Ava spit venom at some rugged looking broseph holding a rifle. Or maybe it was just serious conversation, hard to tell over the sound of the repulsor.

"I got your healer right here, Ava." He let out a whistle as he pushed Jacen down the hall with the healing container.

 

[Kana Truden]

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

“I am right here, Jacen.” Kana lightheartedly rolled her eyes at the ‘melodramatic complaining’ and subsequent comment about ‘barbarians.’ There was no telling how Kana would react to being in the field again. Having her back at the center of a conflict felt weird. The way this had all started was in a war.

Of course, back then all she had really wanted was to die.

That changed.

“Avalore has a point, you know.” Even if it had been a while since Kana had actually healed people and not, well, unhealed them. “Just keep a gun trained on my head and I am a hundred percent guaranteed to not run away.” Kana deadpanned. “Works wonders for the One Sith.”

A very wary, very suspicious stare shot out at Gabe.

"Don't it, Reverance?"

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Avalore Eden"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Injured Party: N/A

Since it was about high time, the lightsaber in front of Julius spun in a sudden explosion of movement and he grabbed it from mid-air. He was half-way across the bridge to follow Avalore before he had realized what he was doing. Or that, wrapped in the focus of his mind and communing with the Force, he had done in seconds what might take the men minutes. One of them, an ensign who had a penchant for Corellian Coffee (whiskey in your joe, yo!) stared agape at him, as he clipped the saber to his hip and smiled ruefully, wagging a finger at him.

"Now now ensign.. I said they let me keep my man-parts. Not that there were no perks. Keep this place runnin, I'll be back, and I'll expect to be taking more of your money at sabaac on the way home later, yes? You had to be cheating to win last night!"

Casual as that, the man from Socorro turned on his heel and walked out. Thankfully, his astro-mech, a cheeky little R series, came trundling up behind him as he walked, whistling and beeping. A few moments later, he had strapped his MP1 to his thigh, smiling at the droid, and giving it a fond pat on the dome. It was a strange little thing, but very capable and almost human like for a droid, really. Despite his usual distaste for such units, it was growing on him. And, just like in this case, it was proving to be bloody useful.

"Thanks bud... You get back to the room, keep it safe. If the Ensign calls you, do what he says. But don't let no one into the room. That extra pillow is mine by rights"

The droid extended a zap arm, which buzzed and clicked menacingly, and then retracted it and retreated to the room Julius occupied with a merry whistle. The Jedi shook his head as he happened upon [member="Avalore Eden"] and the others, and waved a hand in casual greeting and smiled. The gang was all here, so to speak.

 

[Fen]

Nickel One, Corridor Near Mandalorian Quarters
Allies: [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Abigail Kallisto"] | [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32271-korrs-combat-armor/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/64072-korrs-lightsabers/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/64093-the-sentinel/

Ryan Korr sensed no falsity in this man's words. Thus, they were either true, or the speaker believed them to be so. The Jedi Master was confident enough in his abilities of perception that he did not think the Darksider could have maligned the words to carry some twisted ring of truth. Although he almost wished that the man had, for it would paint the lines in stark black and white and readily show him which path to take. Now, all he could do was stumble through a world of grey ambiguities.

"I have not come to fight, but to safeguard the innocent as well as the citizens of the Republic. The Order has not sent me to kill women and children, for that is the antithesis of our cause. Can the same be said for you? Whither do you march? For what purpose are you so arrayed for war?"

Grey eyes ran over those assembled, their arms gleaming and their armor thick and steadfast. As for this Darksider, he wore mandalorian iron in hues of azure and sable. A mace hung from his belt and an axe as well. In hand he gripped a hatchet, mirror in likeness to the other. Upon one forearm a turquoise energy shield flared to life.

As Korr looked on, he felt a sudden weakness overcome his limbs, some foreign exhaustion which sapped his strength. He reached out, found the source of the hostility, and furrowed his brow.

"What is this trickery?"

The Force flowed into him, a calming deluge which bore away the taint of the Dark Side from his body, restoring his vitality. Ryan drew himself up, back straight, features proud as he found surety in his cause. The Mandalorian had spoke of choices, but had left him none at all.

"Mandalorian's long-standing hatred for the Dark Side seems to have waned," the Coruscanti accent, crisp and cold, carried as he addressed the whole of the assemblage. "Are you blindly led, deceived, by what you swore to destroy? This man," he pointed at the one who had spoken with the unlit hilt of his lightsaber, "Is a Dark Sider."

 

[James Justice]

Location: LC-2
Allies: [member="stardust"] [member="Jessica Justice"] [member="Brooklyn Justice"] @One-Eyed Jack Vareen [member="P.R.I.M.U.S."] [member="Echo Emerald"]
Enemies: Those he has been hired to shoot down.
Obective: Yo ho ho Its a Privateer's life for mee
Equipment:

Spoiler

4 Shadow class Star destroyers

3 Shadow class Star destroyers--650m Each (total: 1,950)
2 The Siege Breakers (650 m each) total: 1300m
1 Umbara-class Carrier Cruiser 550 m
1 PulseFlare-class Heavy Cannon Cruiser 950 m
8 AT-360 Light Freighters 22 m each 176

James would have given many many things to not be here. It was a fight he wasn't interested in winning over. It was a fight where no side was going to win. If the Mandolrians won, he would lose. If the Republic won then it was a fight that he could see with questionable morals. But he had been asked by [member="Lady Kay"] to be here. Asked as a friend. He wondered when he would stop giving the senator personal Favors. He shook his head. He looked after his own, no matter the cost to himself.

However, the costs were hardly a real thing. He was getting paid quite well--and signed an affadvit that would reimburse him for any damages to ships. He knew the Republic had been desperate to call on the likes of him and agree to such costly expenses. He was a known criminal and a known lord of many dark things; piracy, smuggling, and spice and gun running to name a few.

But there was something else besides money and favors motivating him. If this went down, then there would be many people hurt. Good people, Innocent people. Those who didn't deserve to get caught in the cross fire. There were bases scattered through out of miners and independent colonies. Without someone to stand up for them, to protect them from the fall out and side blast fire, they would all go down in a blaze.

At last his fleet was read, assembled. It had taken longer than he would have liked, but they were ready now. Fighters were scurrying across the hull of the massive ships, preparing themselves for the adrenaline, the life and death. They had families too, families they wanted to go home to. He would do everything he could to make sure as many of them could. Speaking of, he looked back at his daughters who were here to watch. They had to learn the tools of his trade sometime. This was the best time to do so.

'Sir, we are ready,' said one of the officers from the deck.

James nodded, "Begin to move."

The four massive ships, with their escorting fighters began to move, vanguard for the Republic from flaking attacks.

 

[James Justice]

Location: LC-2
Allies: [member="stardust"] [member="Jessica Justice"] [member="Brooklyn Justice"] @One-Eyed Jack Vareen [member="P.R.I.M.U.S."] [member="Echo Emerald"]
Enemies: Those he has been hired to shoot down.
Obective: Yo ho ho Its a Privateer's life for mee
Equipment:

Spoiler

4 Shadow class Star destroyers

3 Shadow class Star destroyers--650m Each (total: 1,950)
2 The Siege Breakers (650 m each) total: 1300m
1 Umbara-class Carrier Cruiser 550 m
1 PulseFlare-class Heavy Cannon Cruiser 950 m
8 AT-360 Light Freighters 22 m each 176

James would have given many many things to not be here. It was a fight he wasn't interested in winning over. It was a fight where no side was going to win. If the Mandolrians won, he would lose. If the Republic won then it was a fight that he could see with questionable morals. But he had been asked by [member="Lady Kay"] to be here. Asked as a friend. He wondered when he would stop giving the senator personal Favors. He shook his head. He looked after his own, no matter the cost to himself.

However, the costs were hardly a real thing. He was getting paid quite well--and signed an affadvit that would reimburse him for any damages to ships. He knew the Republic had been desperate to call on the likes of him and agree to such costly expenses. He was a known criminal and a known lord of many dark things; piracy, smuggling, and spice and gun running to name a few.

But there was something else besides money and favors motivating him. If this went down, then there would be many people hurt. Good people, Innocent people. Those who didn't deserve to get caught in the cross fire. There were bases scattered through out of miners and independent colonies. Without someone to stand up for them, to protect them from the fall out and side blast fire, they would all go down in a blaze.

At last his fleet was read, assembled. It had taken longer than he would have liked, but they were ready now. Fighters were scurrying across the hull of the massive ships, preparing themselves for the adrenaline, the life and death. They had families too, families they wanted to go home to. He would do everything he could to make sure as many of them could. Speaking of, he looked back at his daughters who were here to watch. They had to learn the tools of his trade sometime. This was the best time to do so.

'Sir, we are ready,' said one of the officers from the deck.

James nodded, "Begin to move."

The four massive ships, with their escorting fighters began to move, vanguard for the Republic from flaking attacks.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: @Vaet | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Injured Party: N/A

"Kana, we've been over this," Avalore said gently but firmly, following the receding forms of Jacen and Gabriel down the same hall, "his name is Gabriel, not Reverant or whatever. He's not a Sith, he's a good man who has been with the Alliance just as long as I have. He might have no idea how to cook nyork chowder, but we must be willing to overlook these shortcomings to see the bigger picture."

Not everything hinged on one's ability to make Nyork Chowder, Hal.

"Everyone hold on," Captain Cilghal's voice sounded over the ship's intercom, "we're about to land at the way-station. Scans are showing civilians, workers and a few guards, let's try to keep this clean, I've already announced our intent on their frequency."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Nickel One
Allies: [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Zak Dymo"]
Objective: Purge
Equipment: Signature

The Sith Lord's shoulders, and those several of the Mandalorians around him, shook, as though laughing through their unit comm channel, inaudible to the Jedi Knight before them but certainly visible, and their mirth evident in the Force. "You aren't surprising them any. I trained some of them in the ways of the Force. They know what I am better than you do." He spoke, a rasp in his voice as though his throat was being clenched, the faint caring that had been in his aura faded and was swiftly replaced by anger.

"Broadcast this new information Verx." He said. It would be obvious to the Jedi that half the conversation was being sent over the helmet's internal comm. "You might want to hear this."

Seconds later a man's voice buzzed through an open channel across numerous communications. "Republic forces attempted to override Atmospheric Controls to the Mandalorian Sector of Nickel One. Pressure was maintained, but it appears they are attempting to lock us out from the Control Center."

The Sith Lord was prepared his own words to the broadcast next, but he refrained. After this battle he was certain there would be consequences for his actions, but this was war and Abigail was in danger. The Republic had already been reported as attempting such, now he was just confirming these actions. The voice continued, "Clan Vereen forces are in possession of the atmospheric controls. It is currently contested by a Jedi Knight with unknown intent. We lack the slicing capabilities to secure total control over the sector's atmospheric systems. Alor Vereen has marked the Control Center of Nickel One as Priority Alpha."

The Sith Lord turned back to the Jedi in front of him, "Well? It seems black flag extends to kids." he spat out through the annunciator.