Civil War: Counter Strike | Mandalorians

[Mia Monroe]

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“Come and see.”​

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Ra had said. He beckoned Mia and her ‘insurrectionists’ to come and find them. And find them they would. They would see them all fall. Ra wanted absolute control, he wanted to take away their freedom and the Liberator would not stand for it. Not while she still drew breath.​

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Sundari, the second capital of Manda’yaim, would fall.​

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The Docks​

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The main access point would be heavily defended, but they would not stop twenty thousand soldiers. Clones they may be, but they would fight as hard as any mandalorian beside them, dust rising in their wakes as the made their charge. Bes'uliik's rising above their heads, and taking the lead. The war droids opened the attack, streaks of grey following missiles, Mand'alor the Liberator taking point.​

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The Dome​

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Already weakened by the cataclysm that shook Manda’yaim’s core, damage to the dome would offer chance for an aerial attack and expose the city to the intense heat beyond it. Destroy it completely and the city would truly suffer. Many bes'uliiks would peel away from the main assault to launch strikes against the dome.​

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Sundari Palace/Peace Park/City​

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Sewers run beneath the palace and the city itself, an opportunity to bring the representation of Ra’s totalitarian rule to its knees. We are not an Empire, we do not need a palace. Any withing the city seeking to rise against Ra would be supported, any seeking to defend him, destroyed.​

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“We are not here to bandy with words, nor offer chances,​

For they have made their choice.​

They chose a Pretender who represents wrath and the death of the clans,​

The genocide of force users and the dissolution of family!​

We will not suffer his rule!​

We will not suffer the Death Watch to live!​

No Mercy!​

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OYA!”​

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Sundari Palace Throne Room
Allies: Death Watch/Loyalists
Enemies: Mia Monroe/Rebels

"She must come for us soon,​

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the Rebels have no choice."​

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Ra stood in front of the Throne.​

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"I, who she once called Mand'alor."​

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He slammed the butt of his spear down on the ground twice.​

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"This... Liberator... has no claim. She ignored our rites. Our traditions.​

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And delivered us nothing but the destruction of our ancestral home."​

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He began roaring.​

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"NO MAN, WOMAN, NOR VOD CAN CLAIM THEMSELVES​

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SOLE RULER​

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SO LONG AS I LIVE.​

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BRING ME MONROE.​

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KILL THE OTHERS."​

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Ra had delivered first blood. He knew retaliation was imminent.​

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The Mandalorian Civil War had begun anew.​

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Sundari Outer Reaches
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Insurgents

Aryn stood silently on the outer cliffs near Sundari, he watched as the streaks of the Basilisk War Droids slashed across the sky towards the great domed City. He scowled slightly, but said nothing to the other warriors who slowly came up behind him. Each and every one of them wore their helmets, armor sealed and their rifles held tightly. They watched the Basilisks for just a few seconds before slowly turning their attention to the Togorian who stood at the cliffs edge.

Death Watch had not been idle.

It had only been a short time since their conquest of Sundari, too short a time to build any true defenses, but those who served Ra were not fools. A counter attack had been inevitable, and they had not been idle in the little time they had been given. He frowned for a moment, watching the great Dome as the Basilisk's moved ever closer to it.

"More blood." He said quietly before slowly turning to the others.

A few of them would be wearing smiles, most would show no emotion at all. Death Watch had a purpose, it was to cleans, to purge, but not all felt joy in the act. It was something that had to be done, something that could not be avoided.

Slowly Aryn's hand formed into a fist, his head swiveling towards Sundari. "Get ready."

They would fall on the traitors like an avalanche.

 

[Darren Onyx]

Location: Orbit over Sundari
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: Loyalists

Darren Onyx sat in the cockpit of his new freighter, which he named "Dying Light". It was named after the original Dying Light, a scientific research vessel he commanded years ago under Serana Onyx and the Bluehawks. While his newest ship wasn't the war-focused monster like his old interceptor, it did provide many useful systems that would certainly come in handy in the battle he was about to enter, primarily stealth based systems.​

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He had heard of a civil war brewing on on Mandalore. Normally the politics of Mandalore wouldn't interest him, in fact he could care less what happened to Mandalore, the Mandalorians, or anyone associated with them. He always despised the narrow minded view the Mandalorians had, especially in recent years. However he wasn't here to side with anyone. He was here for one simple reason: to kill [member="Ra Vizsla"]. The current claimant of the title of Mand'alor was someone who recently attacked Onyx while on Tatooine.​

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Revenge normally wasn't in Onyx's vocabulary, however the prize of claiming the life of a Mand'alor would make him a legend among the chaos. Putting his personal revenge aside, ridding the galaxy of someone who despised force-users would gain him many new allies. At least that's what he believed, only time would tell, assuming of course he actually delivered the killing blow to him.​

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Regardless of whether or not he would survive, Onyx was determined to be the one to end this civil war. It meant playing nice with the rebels, who were being led by the other claimant, [member="Mia Monroe"]. Onyx didn't know her personally but her name was one he remembered, after all she was claiming to be Mand'alor, her name was brought up in various circles galaxy-wide.​

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Onyx took a deep breath and stood from his seat, staring through the window of his freighter at the planet below him. His destination was Sundari,more specifically it was the palace. According to orbital scans, the rebels had caused damaged to the dome. It would provide him an entrance, though he knew he would need to be very careful with his entry lest he be gunned down too far from the palace. It didn't matter if they took him down, he knew his ship wouldn't last long under heavy fire. All he cared about was getting as close to the palace as possible before that happened.​

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Moving away from the chair and controls, Onyx stopped at the wall where a large locker sat. Opening it he began to equip his red, battle-torn Mandalorian armor, and he placed his two sabers on his belt. He also grabbed a small blaster-pistol as well as a few thermal detonators. Finally, he grabbed his sinister white mask. Placing it firmly on his face, he smirked. Turning he returned to the controls and began his descant to the surface.​

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Today, whatever it took, he would be the one to rid the galaxy of Ra Vizsla.​

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

Location: Sundari Outer Reaches
Allies: Death Watch | [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Narir Tracyn"]
Enemies: Insurgents

Atiniir stood with Aryn Spar, watching the approach of Monroe's forces. Emotions swirled in the young warrior's mind. He had fought battles, to be sure; he grew up a raider and a plunderer, a pirate. But this was different. This was war. Monroe and her forces were here to take Sundari back, and the Death Watch was here to stop them. Atiniir knew this was supposed to be his place; his father, and his father, and their fathers before them had been warriors of Mandalore. But, as he looked out upon the massive force Monroe had managed to assemble, the seventeen year old young man could help but feel a twinge of fear.

But, now was not the time for fear, now was the time for action. As Aryn spoke to his own forces, Atiniir turned to the dozen former security guards and police that had become his personal squad.

"Prepare yourselves," he said, "Now is the time to fight. K'oyacyi, vod." Atiniir made sure his pistols were loaded and turned to Aryn.

"Well," he said, "Where do we start?"

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Docks
Allies: Death Watch
Enemy: [member="Mia Monroe"] and her ilk


"So they come!" Strider's words were to himself, rich with anticipated blood lust "Good!'

The old man's helmet was off as he marched towards his rally point. He had volunteered with out hesitation for the vanguard, the first through the gates to meet the enemy head on. Was a glory that no one was going to deny the legendary warrior. Each one of his commandos had individually volunteered, he could see them with his naked eyes mounted on the basilisk droids with energy lances. The iconic view of heavily armed men and women, warriors all, mounted and ready was not lost on Strider. Such brought reflection to times of old, ancient times of just iron swords, wooded lances and actual horses. How far they had advanced in technology and culture and yet war was the one thing that never changed.

Strider could feel all the eyes of those that had gathered on him. They all knew what they have signed up for. There was no sugar coating what was just out side those large blast doors. Thousands of soldiers all wanting them dead and they were going out to greet them. Most if not all those that had rallied at the docks and were mounted on war droids were true mandalorians that had taken up the Death Watch banner for the greater good of their people, their culture and their very existence. They all had lost in the great destruction that the Pretender to the mantle, Mia, had orchestrated. There was no way she was going to insult the memory of those that had died by pissing on their ashes and their graves by becoming Sole Ruler. Each one of the warriors before Strider gazed upon him, he could see anticipation, fear, anger, lust in all their eyes. He didn't need to be a force user to sense it, it was the very feelings he had and it soaked right to the bone and boiled the blood.

The hound of keldabe, so he was infamously called, mounted his designated droid. Explosions could be heard outside and the ground shook with each hit. "The traitors knock!" He grinned, getting a defiant chuckle from those around him. He gripped his lance and placed his helmet on, with a few blinks he had his coms open to the Death Watch.

"Sons and Daughters of Mandalore! My vode!" Strider's voice was loud with a deep raspy ping to it " I see in your eyes the same fear that would strike down a Krayt dragon. Hear me now, do not fear death, embrace it and it shall have no hold on you! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this shattered world, I bid you hold, my vode!" The blast doors began to open behind Strider, the incoming war could be seen. Strider Turned his mount to face the enemy "Lances shall be shaken, beskar'gam shall be broken! Vode shall fall and the manda will have fresh souls of our bravest to fill the ranks in its eternal battle"

Strider nodded towards the gates, Multiple battle horns could be heard thundering through the gap and bellowing outwards.

"Charge now!... Charge now! Ayahada jii! for Mand'yaim! For Mand'alor! FOR THE WATCH!!! OYA!!!!!!"

With that, the old man and his mechanical mount charged through the targeted blast door's of the docks. Behind him he could here the metallic hooves of hundreds of basilisk following him. His heart raced, his blood pumped hard and fast and yet the world slowed down. The droids would take flight with Strider Garon at the front of the counter charge, a display of calvary strength and boldness of the real mandalorians. It was going to be a red day and there were no other warriors in the galaxy he would rather have at his side then those that were following him into the maw of death that very moment.

Beautiful savagery was the best description Strider could come up with to describe what was about to happen. Each side ripping into each other from a distance, barrages from multiple types of ordinance and weapons that littered the skies with explosions, blaster bolts and death. He braved it all, focused on their leader who was out front and charging at them. Strider would meet her head on, couching his lance and re adjusting it each time it fired.

 

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Sundari Outer Reaches
Allies: Death Watch | [member="Atiniir Starrider"] [member="Aryn Spar"]
Enemies: Insurgents

Narir stood beside Atiniir, calm and silent, eyes watching the huge force approaching the city, his city. Narir looked up at Atiniir, his ori'vod, and then back to the enemy. Atiniir was calm, so Narir must be calm. Not that there was any reason he wouldn't be. Narir was naturally a down-to-earth person, never one for grand shows of emotion. He saw the assaulting force, but not as something to be feared. He only saw an enemy that must be vanquished before he could get to Monroe, the one who killed his parents.

Narir stood at Atiniir's side, ready to do his part.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Sundari Throne Room
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] Echoy'la Soluse ([member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Garon Priest"])
Enemies: The People Who Think Letting A Raging Lunatic Who Nuked Their Home & Killed Millions Should Rule The Survivors


It bothered Yasha Mantis that she couldn't remember her first battle. Tethered to her mother in a sling, she barely wept as [member="Aditya Mantis"] fought her way through the legions of hellacious horrors in the Netherworld. Her entire life, until after she was six years old was battle.





Kashyyk changed everything for the haran ad'ika. The hell child. It was the first time she'd seen Mando'ade in battle, the first time she saw her father [member="Preliat Mantis"] at war.





At one point, between the weapons fire and the roaring wookies, Preliat Mantis sat, put his gun down and watched the battle throng. The moment burned into Yasha's young mind. She couldn't ever leave her beloved Buir alone in battle again.





Buir needed her. The Mando'ade needed her. The other kids who lost their aliit needed her. Ba'vodu [member="Silas Mantis"] would have died if Yasha didn't help him. [member="Marev Priest"] would have been buried alive if not for the tiny Mando'ad'ika.





So it was that Yasha Mantis became the self-imposed alor of the Echoy'la Soluse, The Lost Ones, children trained in the games of war. They would help watch over the sewers and the city.





"Oya Mand'alor! Awooo!" Yasha broke into a howl, as Mand'alor the Undying spoke. The young wolf stood off to the side, dressed in her bodyglove armour, with her tomahawk strapped to her side. The gauntlets she wore were a new edition, her left gauntlet touching the two beskads on her hip. One was her mother's, a reminder of why [member="Mia Monroe"] had to die. The other was one of Mia Monroe's own people's, taken as a token after she ended his life. Dark hair tied back in ponytails atop her head, the goggles on her face were as bright and colourful as her hair. An odd mix for the Mantis child.





"Where's she!? I'm gonna get her. I'm gonna stab her in the face! Um, I mean... I'm gonna stab her in the arm so the Mand'alor can stab her in the face..." Yasha coughed, nudging her friend [member="Kaden Farr"] and grinning up at Ra.





"Get ready, Kade. Gar. They's gonna come from mulsisle.. multifull... multiple angles."

 

[Sal Katarn]

DOCKS
Death Watch

Kade leaned against the gates, kami skirt rustling as the war mounts roared off after Garon's big speech. He crossed his arms and watched them go, wondering when it would be safe to take off the helmet. He was fairly certain that if he took it off now the sheer excess testosterone leftover from the vode would flood his lungs, stop his heart, and leave him seizing on the ground.

Out yonder, the basilisk horde kicked up a cloud of dust in their wake.

The sable-armored assassin rolled his eyes, sighing. On the bright side, all those red-blooded or'dinii would be out there, doing all the killing and the dying. Leaving the easy part for simple verd like himself. While they brandished their beskads and announced their virility by leaving the safety of the dock's structural defenses and launching a frontal assault onto fixed emplacements, Kade would wait. Kade would survive. And Kade would eventually strip down the fallen for useful leftovers.

Why would the dead care? The afterlife was oneness anyway. Kelborn figured starting the communal sharing early couldn't hurt.
Oh, sure, sure, he would send a sum to their spouses and children. If they had any.

Most of these vod didn't.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: City Sewers
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Briika Tor"])
Enemies: Insurgents

"So they march towards their deaths," the Munin said to himself, but still loud enough for others to hear, as he commented on the situation that was happening. Ra, he, and other commanders that Mand'alor the Undying trusted with were not ignorant and blind enough to see a potential attack of retaliation by the infidels that followed the pretender and disgraceful Monroe. The Akaan was responsible for attacking Cold Iron North that was controlled and maintained by the rebels in which Vilaz delivered them unforgiving wrath. The Concordian and his men killed not just insurgents, but also innocent bystanders by the orders of Vilaz, and brought a great deal of destruction on their installments and infrastructure.

Finding no interest in the location, marking it useless by the total warfare tactics and methods issued by Vilaz, they retreated back to Sundari leaving their enemies weak and broken.

But he was surprised to see them retaliating back. Not the best strategy, but it is what it is. He did admired their bravery and willpower, but all that would be a mistake as Death Watch would demonstrate to these rabid warriors. Of course, their defenses and other installments were little yet with the little time they were given when regrouping back at Sundari they placed defenses at strategic points and choke points. Everyone was ready on both sides, and both groups would show fury and hatred towards one another.

The Akaan with his beloved wife and their unit in the sewers of Sundari patrolled the what was underneath the city. The insurgents wouldn't just attack in one direction; no, they would use whatever entrances available to attack. And using the sewers was just another trick in the arts of war.

"High alert, vod, these sewers are tight. I want your best game," he said to his warriors, as some were with him and other spread out. Their HUD and sensors by their software would alert them of anything foreign or hostile in their vicinity.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Docks
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Kade Kelborn"], Tal'rekr Supercommandos
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"], dar'manda

The cool metal hand held the energy lance aloft with ease, strength beyond that was his own naturally leaving the weapon as light as a feather as Silas sat atop his basilisk. Staring up the length of the weapon the Mandolorian felt his chest tighten with a mix of anticipation and excitement as Strider spoke. He could see it already, Monroe broken and clinging to life after a blow from his his lance. It was fantasy, and a lofty one at that, but damn if it wasn't a satisfying one.

The droid he straddled was not his personally, not yet at least. It wasn't the most pristine or advanced of basilisks, but it would due, and the old mount had character to it. Perhaps this battle would bond the two of them assuming neither of them died. Something about his enemy Silas found humorous, the need for clones suggested Monroe didn't have enough support from the clans to form an army, so she relied on manufactured army. It wasn't that he had anything against clones, he had thousands of nephews due to that process, but still it was somewhat funny.

Beneath his beskar he was bristling with raw aggression. The mechanized limb hefting his lance had come with a brutal reminder of just what Monroe and Meerel's arrogance had cost them. The latter was in the dirt, and Monroe would be soon, and Silas would carve a bloody swathe into anyone who stood beside her to further that end.

As the gate began to open, his anger made way for relief, at least [member="Yasha Mantis"] was not here. Silas had nearly lost her at MandalMotors, his faith in his abilities was shaken, and he certainly didn't want her out here in what was going to be utter chaos without armor. She would be safe with her group of friends, away from the worst of what was to come. He found comfort in that.

"OYA!!" He roared in unison with Strider, anger flooding his veins was again as he drew the hood made from the pelt of a gurlanin over his buy'ce and launched the droid forward at a breakneck pace. Silas sped to the left of his commander, eyes narrowing behind the 'T' of his visor. As the two sides drew closer Silas lowered the lance and lined the tip up with his target, the artificial limb offering him a greater degree of precision as he raced towards a nameless rider among the horde of traitors.

Silas was going to either put the lance through the dar'manda's throat, or blast their head clean off.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

He had been in the sewers beneath the palace since the death watch had taken up residence in their first strike. He stank of things he would rather not think of the stench like a swirling miasma so thick he thought he could cut it. His back plate scrapped lightly on the grime covered duracrete as the steady whine of sewage pumps cycled the flowing water out of the palace and off toward the treatment plant far from the posh palace district.

He had his helmet off as he took one last drag of his cigarette and blew the yellow grey smoke out into the already polluted air and tossed the butt into the rapid flowing filth of the water. He tugged his helmet back over his head and checked his detonator. Ten little blips flashed on his HUD and he crouched with his rifle laid across his knees.

He was not in this for ideals or retribution. He did not want to make mandalore great or rebuild it from ashes. He wanted balance, he wanted to sow chaos and reap order. It didn't matter who won the battle or the war all that mattered was the balance and if he made war here another place would reap peace. That was the truth of the galaxy. That and other reasons. He clicked his comms.

"Monroe." His voice more fluid than his face should have, "Palace ready."

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Riggs]

Location: docks
Allies: Death Watch, [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Kade Kelborn"], [member="Silas Mantis"] , Tal'rekr Supercommandos
Enemies: the 'Liberators'

He stood next to the armored mount, his prosthetic arm draped over it's massive 'neck' murmuring words to it. The massive metal beast wasn't his personal mount as that one was currently on Concord Dawn, but it would be his for the encroaching battle. The bond created between Rider and mount would not be as strong, so Marev worked to build the empathetic link. The massive head lowered as he stroked the metal Beast's neck.

Two lieutenants were next to him, armored mando'ad sworn to Death Watch. Having just received orders from the scarred Marev they clasped their fists to their chests and moved to their units. Kor and Ayan were good, strong mandos. They would do well.

Climbing up he slid into the saddle and watched the hundreds of mando'ade with him mirror his actions. They were ready. All of them. Battle was in their blood. And today would see them crossing blades with their vode, with mando'ade, with the enemy. And yet those who sided with Mia was no longer mando'ade, but dar'manda.

Turning his head he watched as the Hound of Keldabe strode across the grounds to his war mount near Silas and himself. The Tal'rekr spread nearby. As the Old Man's words rang out Marev took his buy'ce and put it on, sealing his suit and activating the systems built into his armor. His hand reached out and patted the iron beast once more before joining his voice to the chorus of vode as the battle cry rippled through the ranks.

The droids and their riders sprang to the air and followed their commander into the charge. At Strider's right, Marev looked over at the ferocious aging Mando and nodded briskly, a gesture easily missed by the Oldman before shouting the order for the three flying units to break.

On either side of the main column wings of riders spread out and moved ahead of the column like great horns. Their lances were designed to ram and pierce armored vehicles and so they would charge at the flanks of their enemy's to drive their weapons deep into the guts of the enemy way mounts.

Pulling up hundreds more followed until they were flying above the main column toward their opponents. Couching their lances they aimed the points at their enemy and began to open fire from the tips as they angled to sweep into the incoming force.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Mia Monroe"]

The winds crashed against them, buffeted, battering their resolve as much as their faces, but they were committed.

Either today would end in victory or death.

Preferably victory.

No, most certainly victory, why would he even consider the other option? Alkesh was a lot of things, but hero was not truly one of them, even if everyone seemed to think he was. There was a sheen of cold sweat trickling down his spine as he watched Sundari become closer on the horizon. "When you mentioned we would ride together, I didn't have this in mind." Alkesh commented chiefly, shouting against the wind and the back of Mand'alor the Liberator.

He didn't have a basilisk of his own and for some reason Monroe was keeping him close.

Privately he was starting to reconsider this entire venture. The Death Watch was strong and Monroe was suicidal or rather, she truly believed that there wasn't anything she couldn't come back from. Which was awesome... for her, but those around her?

Different story altogether.

Feth.

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Objective: Take the Docks
Enemies: Death Watch [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]
Allies: True Mandalorians [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Alkesh"]

Reklai the Hutt rode not upon the Basilisk, but in a specially made large bore tube on one of the basilisk. Others rode far ahead of Rekali, with Mand'alor the Liberator leading the charge. Once she claimed first blood a signal would come, a signal that the battle had begun. Once Rekali the Hutt heard that call that large bore tube would show it's true colors, launching Rekali the Hutt into the air and landing him violently in the fray.

It would be, admittedly, and overly dramatic entrance. It wasn't necessarly the drama that made Rekali the Hutt's preferred option, as much as it was the simple fact that it was difficult for Rekali the Hutt to keep up with the Mandalorian's march and have the stamina for oncoming fight. One or the other was fine, but both was a difficult task for the near-ton massed Mandalorian Hutt. Perhaps that meant Arasuum had too much influence in his life. The claim had been insinuated by his vod before.

They would not be making that claim at battle's end if Rekali had anything to say about it.

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Docks
Allies: Tal'rekr - [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Marev Priest"] | [member="Kade Kelborn"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Alkesh"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"]
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Strider was nothing short of inspirational. His commandos followed him because he was good at what he did, and he knew how to rally them for battle. Kad was proud to be following the old hound again, but it was no secret the Hammer of Enceri missed his Lioness. [member="Artemis Lux"] had been left behind to care for those on Dxun. It was not a shame, but an honor, to defend those who were too young or too weak to do so for themselves. While Kad fought at the front lines to prevent the forces of the Liberator to make their way to Dxun, Artemis remained to protect the interests of those who had come to call the moon home.

Kad held onto a small pendant which Artemis had given him before leaving. Her words to him as he left were not filled with the broken stammering of a woman who did not understand war. They were a simple and direct command. "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."* Those words rang in his ears. She did not give him permission to die, and he would not. They had only just reconciled their feeling for each other and decided they were stronger together. This war was trying to test that, but Kad was too stubborn and resolute to let this violence steal what they had found. Both had lost, and in each other they had found their way again.

The clones would threaten to overrun the docks. Missiles had been the first strike. Kad determined to ensure the Tal'Rekr would have the final say in what happened with the docks. The demolitions expert had been spending the entirety of Strider's speech rigging charges in case they had to abandon their position. IF it came to that, Kad was going to do so with taking out as many of the enemy as he could. It truly was a good day for someone else to die. Someone that was not Kad Tor.

Once the charges were set, Kad mounted the basilisk. His buy'ce was fixed onto his head, and the HUD tied into the controls for the droid itself. He would see what it saw. Charging ahead, Kad cried out, "OYAAAAAAAA!!!!!" The second battle had begun. As he charged out amid the shout of blaster fire and the mechanical beating of the massive war droids, Kad opened fire on the line of troops headed his way. There was no turning back now. The hammer's blow would come down hard.

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* "Today is a good day for someone else to die"

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Above the Dome
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Insurgents
Equipment: WESTAR-34 Blaster Pistol (x2), Beskad, Kal (x2), Beskar'gam

Cockpit
Kom'rk-class Fighter/Transport Jai'Galaar

"Alor'ad!" the young clansman shouted from the assault ship's cockpit, "They come!"

Quell had been alone, in the now empty troop bay of the Kom'rk, seething in rage at their misfortune. Clan Rook had arrived too late on the streets of Keldabe to earn the kind of respect from their chosen allies he felt his clan needed to reclaim their honor in the eyes of the Mando'ade. In waiting to see which Mand'alor would prove victorious in the initial clash, Rook had been deeply unsettled when dark Force magics began to wreak havoc throughout the city. In waiting for the worst of the unnatural phenomena to pass, his warriors had arrived too late to make much difference but to pick off enough stragglers to find acceptance among Death Watch's rank and file.

Ra had proven himself in the Alor'ad's eyes as the strongest bet, but he would be lying to himself if he claimed his fear and hatred of the Force hadn't influenced the decision to convince the rest of his clan. It had been a hard sell, especially with the rumors of credit stacks Mandalore the Liberator was supposedly handing out to those who remained true to their cause. A missed opportunity for profit had lowered morale, but Quell knew that when the battle came that would fade. When they proved themselves to the Undying this time Clan Rook would finally take back its good name in the eyes of their people, and they would do it down the barrel of a blaster. It was hard not to appreciate the delicious irony.

The bravest and boldest among the Watch all clamored for a chance to lead the charge, to join the vanguard in pushing back these interlopers. By comparison, the city's air defense was far less honorable and glorious work, but strategically no less critical. While Clan Rook's fighting men would join the others down below in their defense, wielding blaster pistols and beskads in each hand as was their way, he and the other crews of the clan Kom'rks as well as their Fang pilots would prove themselves in the radioactive skies above.

"Move over, di'kut," Quell rasped as he practically hauled his second out of the pilot seat, "All clan warriors, report in."

One by one each squadron checked in over comms, and they were still in tight enough formation that Quell probably could have picked them out from among the rest of the Death Watch fighters, if the cloud in the distance that his ship's sensors were telling him was a wave of hostile bes'uliiks hadn't taken up his undivided attention. Resisting the impulse to cut his losses and bear the dishonor of public desertion, the Alor'ad reminded himself over and over that if he could just survive this day, he was bound to make a fortune.

"For Mand'alor the Undying!" he rallied over Death Watch battle comms, adding in a Rook clan battle cry, "For the skull and bones!"

Rook Forces
2 Kom'rk Squadrons (under proximity control)
3 Fang Squadrons (background fluff)
500 Clan Warriors (background fluff at the Docks)

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Throne Room
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Garon Priest"]
Enemies: [member="Darren Onyx"]
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Kaden had been on a mission of revenge when he had met [member="Yasha Mantis"] the first time. Their common hatred of [member="Mia Monroe"] for killing their buire had seen Yasha naming Kaden Death Watch. As he stood next to her dressed in his armor weave and simple chest plates for protection, Kaden set a look on his face of determination. Yasha was her bouncy self, eager to kill, and Kaden was the quiet determined one ready to do what needed to be done. They could not be more opposite in how they prepared for this fight.

She kept looking to [member="Ra Vizsla"] while Kaden tried not to. He wanted to be noticed by the man desperately. Not having parents made him want any authority figure notice him. [member="Silas Mantis"] had. Kaden had not been officially adopted, but he had someone to care for him. The Death Watch had become his family, and he would fight to protect them all.

A smile crept on his face at the thought of what the enemy would think when they saw Ra surrounded by children. Even at their age they had proven they could handle the violence of war. Yasha herself was a little terror, and Kaden was pretty handy with a blaster.

"We are in here... she is out there. Every kill brings her closer to us.

Kaden smirked at the idea of driving his knife deep into her neck. They were not children. They were warriors who had seen the lives of their parents stolen from them. It was always the poisonous bite of the young which proved fatal. Their venom was stronger and flushed into the bloodstream with no restraint. These young vipers were deadly, and they would prove just how much that was true today.

"Wait until you see the buy'ce!"

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: City Sewers
Allies: Death Watch - In vicinity [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Mia's Misguided Followers - Engaging [member="Kal Ordo"] it would appear
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The Corps of Engineers had immediately begun shoring up the infrastructure of Sundari after Death Watch took control of the domed city; both structurally and defensively. One of the areas paid attention to was the sewer system going underneath the palace and outward from the city center. It had been surveyed, critical damage repaired the best it could for the short time period given, but also security measures put in place such as an early detection sensor system.

One particular sensor had indicated there was something or someone in the tunnels. The locations of the devices were high enough that a rat or other small creature wouldn't set it off necessarily, which meant it probably was not of the animal world feasting on the refuge flowing along the canals.

Squads of Death Watch personnel had been sent out to investigate. One such squad was made up of Munin soldiers along with the Akaan himself and his wife. It happened to be date night for the Mando couple so what the heck, right?! Into the sewers they went dutiful as ever to do a sweep of the area in question. There was never a dull moment for the Tor-Munin duo, and that was evident from the little surprises found upon their patrol sweep so far. Had they found them all? Time would only tell. How long the explosive devices had been there was a mystery too, but the fact they were placed meant the enemy had infiltrated their domain at some time, and that could only make for malicious intent.

[ I'm sure glad ner vod'ika showed me how to disarm those detonators because being buried literally in the gutter would be such a stinking way to go. ] Bree quipped lightly to her beloved over their private comm channel trying to dissipate slightly the nervous tension that the silver-armored baar'ur was feeling as they approached a common area of the sewer system where several tunnels funneled into.

Suddenly the thermal scanner in Briika's HUD picked up several heat signatures ahead of various sizes mostly small yet one bigger... [ Heads up, ner vode! ] she warned the squad as a pack of rats scurried out from one of the tunnels. When the resident rodent population was on the move, it never was a good thing.

 

[Talise Skirata]

Location: Enroute to Sundari
Enemies: DW
Allies: Mandalorians
Fighters: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/530-br-0592-kandosii/- 2 Squadrons
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41118-yavin-class-fighter/-3 squadrons


The dark eyed woman turned a dial to open closed circuit comms as the ships screamed over the landscape.

"All squadrons." She said calmly, another day at work, "attack formation."

The bombers formed into groups of threes for bombing runs while the smaller fighters took up escort positions. She sat in one of the small Yavin fighters with wings fixed into attack position. Her grey armor blended into the simple navy grey interior of the ship's cockpit as they closed on Sundari.

"Watch for up drafts." She said as they passed over desert, "Watch your spacing, no mistakes. Begin first attack run now."

Three bombers and six fighters accelerated to attack speed to begin the first run, proton bombs at the ready.


[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Darren Onyx"] [member="Atiniir Starrider"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Alkesh"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Quell Rook"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Briika Tor"]