Public Cloning Business (SO)

[Alina Tremiru]

To build anything needed hands. Homes, cities. Armies. But convincing people to build homes and cities was far easier than convincing them to fight a war. Alina lounged within a private room of pure white. Kaminoan design. Her golden eyes scanned through the room. She was waiting, patiently. And soon enough the man she was waiting for stepped through the doorway. Kaminoan, tall as any other, blinked in surprise at seeing the pale skinned woman dressed in rags and ruined armor. She looked little more than a typical raider. Before the scientist could leave however, Alina raised a hand.

"It's good to see you, Doctor."

He froze. He knew that voice. He'd step away from the door, clicking on the lock before shooting her a glare. "Our dealings do not involve you coming here."

"I heard you had a problem, though. Being kept down by your superiors.. I know that feeling all too well. So I've come to help."

"That is not something I need your help with. You should not be here."

Alina frowned. Pouted even as she slowly stood up. "Ah, but, why not? Aren't we good friends? We've exchanged so many emails talking about how annoyed and angry you are at your betters. And all that money you've gotten for all those secrets you've let slip."

Gom blinked. Panic was slow to catch on, but it did sure enough. His gaze lingered on the woman, an odd mix of anger and fear filling his eyes. "I shared no such secrets. We were only making deals for my work."

"That's not what it's going to look like, is it?"

"What have you done?"

They dropped from hyperspace. Numerous smaller ships, salvaged and ruined. All flying the Maw's colors. The 67th, disguised as little more than raiders, descended upon the cloning facility in a hail of blaster fire. Their orders were simple, make anyone who came here think it was the Maw who struck. And under the guise of that chaos, retrieve everything needed to make their own cloning facilities elsewhere. Chaos was instant. Alarms blared through the compound as the ships slammed into docks, the sides of buildings, anywhere they could for crash landing. That was the ships purpose, to imbed themselves into the buildings for maximum destruction.

Alina stood from where she'd been sitting, stepping over beside Gom. Joining him to watch the fires ignite across the compound. She'd pull on the raider helm she'd stolen before reaching up to pat the much taller figures back.

"I'm breaking your chains, Gom. Now follow me or you'll end up getting caught in the destruction to come. Oh, and don't forget your notes." The Kaminoan stared in disbelief, but could say nothing. Realizing what he'd brought onto himself, he went about gathering his notes. There was no going back now.

Darth Strosius | Dragus Jakar | First Father | Sicarius Hekate | Darth Ahriman | Ishani Dinn | Alize | Lukas | Dvasia | Kaisel Ved

 

[Darth Strosius]

"Signal received. Take us in Levisson." With a nod of acknowledgment the pilot drove the transport shuttle into a short dive, catching up with the rest of the raider fleet inbound for the facility. The ship, the armor for his Legion, even his own disguise were all little more than slightly modified scavenger and pirate gear they had scrounged together.

Pretending to be a bunch of raiders and mindless brutes was far from Alisteri's ideal plan of assault but he could hardly afford to stand out from the rest of the disguised forces descending upon Kamino. As distasteful as it was. "Remember, we're raiders for this one. Not Sith." A short series of "Yes High Priest!" shouts from the handful of disguised Legionnaires behind him served as their response. He had only brought a few for this mission, they were mostly there to help move equipment and keep up appearances anyway.

"We keep this straightforward and simple, steal what we can and focus on the data and information above everything else. We can always find more material later but the data is invaluable." The squad of Legionnaires nodded and Alisteri turned to face the door as the shuttle touched down amidst the other crashing shuttles and strafing runs.

The disguised Sith stepped out onto the platform and ignited his lightsaber, raising it into the air as other ships flew by and his squad filed out behind him with their blasters at the ready. "No witnesses! Forward!"

Alina Tremiru / Dragus Jakar / First Father / Sicarius Hekate / Darth Ahriman / Ishani Dinn / Alize / Lukas / Dvasia / Kaisel Ved

 

[Darth Ahriman]

Darth Ahriman​

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Starship: SD-5s "Hypnos" Sith Infiltrator.
Apparel: Sith Armor.
Allies: Alina Tremiru / Dragus Jakar / First Father / Sicarius Hekate / Ishani Dinn / Alize / Lukas / Dvasia / Kaisel Ved / Darth Strosius

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The Sith Infiltrator descended down through the skies above the world's surface, maneuvering throughout the incoming flak, explosive rounds rocking the Starship flying MAW colours as Darth Ahriman piloted it dangerously close to the incoming fire seeking to deter the invading fleet from landing and laying siege to everything within their path.

"Remember, we're raiders for this one. Not Sith." Darth Strosius 's voice came in across the ship's communications hub.

"Leave no survivors and it won't matter who we are" Darth Ahriman replied through his armours helm, linked to the Infiltrators communications frequency. As far as the Sith Knight was concerned, everyone standing between them and their objective was dead men walking. No life was worth the cost of failure, neither in this mission nor any other where it benefitted his own rise to power.

As if to support his commitment to the slaughter, the Sith Infiltrator opened up fire on the compound as it came in swift and low across the surface, the blaster cannons lighting up the outskirts and sending a trail of plasma, fire and smoke exploding down the centre in two blazing lines as the ship shot across the facility overhead. Two defensive towers were lit up as the whine of the ship's ion engines surged passed, leaving them to crumble to the ground below and crushing any unfortunate souls caught below.

 

[Kaisel Ved]

Sitting in their skin, as if he belonged to their banner. It wasn't unusual for Kaisel to act through a veil, a disguise to mimic that of natural emotion or intrigue. Yet it was somehow amusing simply because of how pathetic the Mawites appeared to his eyes, and on this day, he would be parading around with his peers under their demeanor. While there was an intense desire to murder them outright, causing them suffering was just as entertaining.

Their pain wouldn't be sweet enough however, there was something much more immediate at hand. Here he could let the mask slip away again, the very thing he was perceived to be - a quiet and reserved individual. This was a welcomed reprieve, a kind of therapeutic debauchery. On this day, the blood would be on Maw hands.

He watched his brethren begin, sowing the seeds of destruction. Lightsaber hilt in hand, a low growl gave way to an erratic crimson blade. His pace quickening into that of a charge as he sought a target for his own taking.

My gaze will be that of yours
Your blade will be my instrument
My flesh disguised in your filthy, lowly beliefs
My sins are not my burden

Alina Tremiru | Dragus Jakar | First Father | Sicarius Hekate | Ishani Dinn | Alize | Lukas | Dvasia | Darth Strosius
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[Ishani Dinn]

Tags: Darth Ahriman Alina Tremiru Darth Strosius First Father Dragus Jakar Sicarius Hekate Alize Lukas Dvasia Kaisel Ved

Emerging from a small shuttle, Ishani made her way into the cloning facility, the wind and rain whipping at her cloak with every step. Ahead of her were hundreds of soldiers under the command of a dozen Sith. But Ishani was alone with no troops to command. Perhaps out of all of them, she stood to achieve the most from all this cloning business.

She felt like an outsider even among her allies, which she supposed was a good thing. Sith didn’t fraternize with other Sith unless there was something to be gained from the relationship. Well, not always… but the exceptions proved the rule.

The radio buzzed with comm chatter. Alisteri, a man she had met once before by chance, reminded them to behave convincingly like Mawites. Judging by the death and destruction she could already sense, they would have no issues there.

Summoning her blade, Ishani thought of home, so close to the Maw’s border. No—Chaldea was not her home anymore. Her home was elsewhere, with her lover and her children. She cared about nothing else.

Nothing except perhaps her hunger. The first to be felled by her sword perished less from his injuries and more from her ravenous consumption of his life force. She moved on to her next victim, leeching his very essence away to feed her own power.

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R
NO REST FOR THE WICKED

Objective: Defend Kamino | Eliminate Sith
Allies: Volo Dragr | OPEN
Targets: Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Darth Ahriman | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn

It had been a month since Tython. A month of bacta tanks, neurotherapy, and mending his wounds both physical and mental. Tython had taken a lot out of him. He'd nearly lost the use of his hand -- and his life in the process -- when he'd made the error of trying to block the piercing stab of a besragr with his hand. Since then Siv had forsworn using the vibrospear,

He'd gotten right back to the field the moment he was deemed fit enough to fight by med staff. Maybe it was a coping mechanism, a way to distract himself from the suffering he'd experienced on Tython. Maybe he was determined that he would never lose in the way he'd lost on that broken world. Had he beaten that Sith to a bloody pulp? Yes, but there was no trophy for Siv to display, and his small victory would've come at the cost of his own life. Tatooine had proved to be too much stress right out of the gate though, so he'd opted for a supposedly cushy posting on Kamino for the next several cycles so he could use the time to clear his head. The world was heavily defended, for the Enclave were jealous of safeguarding the secrets of the Kaminoan geneticists kept under lockdown on the planet.

The idea of a cushy posting that would see no action was currently being shattered as alarms rang throughout the Kaminoan city high above the thrashing ocean. Kamino's population was small, and only a token garrison was needed to keep the relatively non-militaristic Kaminoans under lock and key. But that didn't help much against an entire Maw fleet materialized overhead.

"Tell it to me again. The Maw?" Siv walked briskly side-by-side helmet in arm with a Si'kayha commando, Jorik Rodarch, who had command of the Kaminoan garrison. They were passing through one of the unnaturally-bright interior hallways of the central cloning facilities as klaxons blared. Several Mandalorians rushed in the other direction, followed by a squad of Cernr droids clanging loudly after them.

"That's what the sensors say, at least." Jorik was about a decade older than Siv with a thin hairline that was beginning to grey, his salt-and-pepper stubble coarse on his sharp jawline. The commando had a large scar that crossed from his eyebrow on his left down to his jawbone on his right, partially stitched up. Bad encounter during the civil wars, pre-Genocide, was what Siv had heard about it. "I've dispatched emergency transmissions to Roon, Hefi, and Kestri. We should be able to hold out long enough that reinforcements can arrive."

"Sith scum," Siv muttered. He couldn't have said that he was looking forward to a rematch any time soon, but he also subconsciously felt the need to prove his capabilities.

"The good news is that the main facilities are secure, including most of the cloners and geneticist data," Rodarch continued, his gravel voice neutral as he procedurally talked. The commando seemed unfazed by the attack, though rumbles of laserfire could already be felt through the city. "The bad news is that we have a breach at a satellite campus at the south of the city. Comms with my team stationed there are dead. You up to the task?"

The mission directive was unspoken but implied heavily. Siv was to, alone, venture into hostile territory in which a whole Maw raider legion could be waiting for them, for all the two knew. The bounty hunter felt the urge to remind Jorik that he wasn't one of his commandos to order around, but the point was lost by the necessity of time. Siv replied with a firm look before donning his helmet. Wordlessly the two Mandalorians clasped hands in a sign of brotherhood before they split off their separate ways.

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Siv flew through the storm, the wind howling past his helmet and the rain reducing the structures of Tipoca City to dark blurs. One of the advantages of having a jetpack in your armor kit was that travel time was reduced greatly.

It wasn't before long until Siv reached the satellite campus Rodarch had indicated. Coming to a land on top of the gently-sloped dome roof of the Kaminoan megastructure, he enhanced his visuals to see clearer through the downpour. When everything cleared, he was shocked to see what looked like to be an entire army. This was no arbitrary raid -- this was a dedicated attack. He ducked as starships strafed overhead, sending explosions that flashed a brilliant orange in the dark storm.

Deep in his core, he felt anger surge. If the Maw believed they could come and wreck havoc with impunity, then they would pay for forgetting that Kamino fell under the protection of Mandalorians.

Siv leapt from the domed roof, propelling himself in the air before descending in a blaze of fire and fury. The misfortunate Maw rabble that happened to be directly in the path of his descent were shredded by the blasterfire from his pistol, enhanced with disruptor technology to rip through standard armor, a standard that the Maw rarely tried to live up to. Three fell to the blasterfire, and another two soon joined them on the wet surface as Siv cleaned up the rest of the squad.

Rain fell on his armor. The red blades of the Sith cast bright reflections on the wet metal surfaces. "You should've learned your lesson on Tython," Siv declared before he aimed his pistol at the nearest crimson-blade wielder and fired.

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[Lukas]

Lukas had boarded a ship at random upon hearing of the mission to Kamino. His normal attire worked, at least in his eyes, with the image of being a raider, and the only different factor to his typical outfit was the two actual lightsabers hanging from his hip. As this would be his first time with any kind of actual experience, he was slightly nervous about using them, and generally the prospect of fighting where the enemy would be fighting to kill.

As the small ship landed, the Acolyte heard Alistieri’s words, and took a moment to compose himself. He took a few deep breaths, and rolled his shoulders before the doors to the ship slid open, and the Acolyte stepped out.

A pair of crimson blades were ignited as the boy stepped out of the ship, and he took in the scene playing around him. It would be his first time experiencing any kind of battle, and a feeling began to build up inside of him, but he was unable to tell what it was. Was it fear, or some almost sick and twisted excitement? He couldn’t tell, but he did as he was instructed at an earlier date, and allowed for that emotion to run through him and fuel him. Emotions were, afterall, vital for a siths strength.

As the others around him began their charge, the Acolytes eyes scanned around him, looking for something to attack, before beginning his charge towards the closest target, beginning to raise his two blades, prepared for a fight.

Alina Tremiru / Darth Strosius / Dragus Jakar / First Father / Sicarius Hekate / Darth Ahriman / Ishani Dinn / Alize / Dvasia / Kaisel Ved

 

[Dvasia]

Location: Kamino

Tags: Alina Tremiru Darth Strosius Darth Ahriman Kaisel Ved Ishani Dinn Siv Dragr

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Enemy ships rained from the sky over Kamino. It was an attack by the Brotherhood of the Maw... Or at least it was meant to look that way. Since his voyage aboard the Jewel of Panatha Jacste had started a career with the Sith. The offer of power he'd received was too strong to resist. He'd killed the target he was given and joined The Sith Order by choice soon after. Taking a new name and rejecting his old life, he became known as Dvasia, meaning "Ghost" in Sith.

He was only an acolyte now, but he'd already been trained to the level of Knight as both a Jedi and a Dark Jedi. His rank wasn't so much a lack of experience or training as it was a lack of seniority. He'd only just joined and if he could find a Sith master to give him a chance he knew he would excell, rising quickly through the ranks.

For now he waited and while he waited he kept busy with challenging tasks to help prove his worth to his superiors. Right now that meant taking on the appearance of a Mawite and raiding Kamino for their cloning secrets.

Previous spats between the Sith Order and the Brotherhood had yielded plenty spoils of war that would came in handy to craft disguises for the infiltrators on this mission. Dvasia was wearing a Sith looking robe that was raggedy and torn. He rode in a Mawite transport ship salvaged from one of their many battles.

The Brotherhood was known to be reckless and to keep up with that trend Dvasia's ship was about to crash into one of Kamino's floating cities. He was accompanied by the pilot and a few others in the craft, but was the first to jump out. As the ship crashed into one of the domed walls it was unclear if anyone was still onboard as it exploded upon contact.

The new Sith himself landed fast, but kept control as he rolled before standing up and walking off. Like undoubtedly everyone else accompanying him to this planet, this young Sith sought a Kaminoan scientist who understood the art of cloning and could do it for him. The hope was he could combine that knowledge with what the Sith already knew of strand casts and cloning to make his own lab to create an form immortal form to spend eternity in. But first he had to get rid of the defending Mandalorians in his way.

Mandalorians were so annoying. They'd forgotten their place if they thought they could defeat a Sith. They should be servants of the Sith. For handling insignificant, trifling tasks, unworthy worthy of a Sith. One of them shot at him and he simply held his saber up deflecting it back to the source, hitting the Mando'ade in the neck. His friend, next to him, tried the same thing and got the same result.

 

[Volo Dragr]

H U N T E R
OBJECTIVE : Help A Brother Out | Defend Kamino
GEAR : Atiniir'gam | I'dadr | ENCL-21 Ra'ntisr Heavy Blaster Pistol
ALLIES : Siv Dragr | OPEN
OPPONENTS : Darth Strosius | OPEN

Guildmaster. It was certainly a new title for Volo to get used to. Of course it wasn't his first leadership role, he'd filled his father's position as Tribe Alor [1] since he was a much younger man. That was different though. Back then, he'd been leading people he'd known his whole life across a single, small island.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of Vode [2] whom he hardly knew prior, let alone met, across the whole of Enclave space was a tad different. Thankfully, the Karjr [3] were mostly self-sufficient and most of the stress that came from the new position was the result of administrative duties. Setting things up. Setting himself up.

The bounty on Roon was meant to be an easy job; a relatively small mark, small time slave trader and pseudo-warlord. Something light to get his mind away from moving into his new office. From the near death of his vod. Infact, he'd just gotten quite comfortable in the cockpit of his Howler' Mk.1 Basilisk War Droid when the emergency broadcast came through.

He was also quite close. His dealings with the Maw were limited, though as he thought about it, he hadn't had any... but they were about as infamous as the T-Visor. Nihilistic savages was what he'd heard, no better than pirates. Even so, attacking a cloning facility seemed... out of character. Kamino was hardly a strategic target, or a particularly easy to get to one.

Almost the other end of the galaxy. There's no way they could hold even a single city. Moreso to the point, he should have heard about such a force leaving Maw space. It was hardly near their borders, after all, and there was no shortage of spacers or informants willing to make a few extra credits by giving up a fleet movement.

The whole thing didn't sit right with the Guildmaster. Still, their goal didn't make them any less a target. You invade Mandalorian space, you meet the Beskar Ara'nov [4].

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He brought his basilisk down low, just high enough that the spray his ship generated didn't drench the glass of his cockpit. Stealth was hardly a concern, or an option given the iconic, blood curdling howl of the war droid. Truthfully, he didn't quite know where he was going- he was here to help a brother out.

Siv Dragr wouldn't be fighting alone again. Not this time.

It was another five minutes before he brought the war droid up, easing off the throttle, and bringing it in to latch onto the underside of a landing pad. Volo tapped a few buttons on his vambrace, checking his systems with a sly grin. He hadn't had a chance to properly battle-test the Atiniir'gam yet, though the reports of force-wielders- or atleast lightsaber wielders- amongst the Maw certainly excited him.

He hit another button on his vambrace, the cockpit popping open to let in the drum of the rain opposed by the shrieks of battle. The Guildmaster raised his arm, a grapping line shooting out and hooking itself over the edge of the platform as he hit the buckle of his harness. He barely heard the cockpit close as he climbed over the ledge, letting out a light grunt of exertion.

Right infront of a group of raiders.

The unlucky bastards.

The closest of them had the added misfortune of being within melee range, and soon found himself a victim of gravity as he was hurled off the platform and down towards the raging oceans below. The rest of the raiders got a few shots off, some even striking Volo- this wasn't like the last time he'd found himself on Kamino. He had proper armour this time. Real Beskar, rather than junkyard scrap.

He felt the punch of the blaster bolts, just barely. They were about as insignificant to the plates of his armour as the rain. The Guildmaster didn't even take the time to draw a weapon against them. His fists were dangerous enough, making the task of crushing the windpipes of the nearest two bandits incredibly easy. Their limp, broken bodies provided exceptional cover against the blaster fire coming from the remaining five as the Hunter advanced on them- a body held aloft in each hand.

The Maw weren't the only nightmare on Kamino that day.

As he heard the frenzied clicks of triggers with no more rounds to offer, he tossed the bodies aside and whipped his pistol from its sheath. He was becoming rather familiar with the Ra'ntisr, his thumb flicking over a small switch as the muzzle belted out ten blood-red bolts of plasma in rapid succession, a few shots missed but the ones that hit struck like the blow of a hammer.

Volo raised his head, loosing a withheld breath of focus as he scanned his surroundings; his HUD might've told him where Siv was, but his eyes told him better. He was the only vod Volo knew who could down a five-man squad with just a pistol... and then turn the muzzle on a blade wielder with so little hesitation.

The Hunter tapped a few buttons on his vambrace, activating the Mechamiri Pack. None of the crushgaunt's force powers would be much use in such a small fight. He holstered his pistol, and unsheathed the I'dadr beskad [5] from it's sling as he made his way over to meet Siv. A single blade wielder failed to inspire much haste within the man. He and his brother had both faced the demon that was Carnifex with less, this would be nothing.

He only hoped his vod recognised him in his new armour, or atleast welcomed the intimidating form he cut against the tempestuous storm as an ally.
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[Dragus Jakar]

Kamino

Equipment: Sith Armor, worn underneath his disguise

Allies:
Darth Strosius First Father Sicarius Hekate Darth Ahriman Ishani Dinn Alize Lukas Dvasia Kaisel Ved Alina Tremiru

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"Finally some action..."

Dragus' 'borrowed' ship shook violently as an anti-air battery narrowly missed it. Several rounds from his ship's main turret silenced the battery forever. "Best of luck everyone, leave no survivors...And try to have some fun." He said on the primary frequency he and his brethren were using. He searched the complex for a suitable target to crash his ship into. The maw ship was a piece of junk, so much so that it would look more at home on Raxus Prime.

After searching for several minutes Dragus had found his target, an air traffic control tower used to control all the incoming traffic into the complex. Dragus grinned and sent his barreling towards the base of the tower. Dragus jumped out of the ship before it crashed into the base of the tower, it creaked and groaned before it toppled over, most of it falling over the edge and into the rough Kaminoan sea.

"Have to remember where I parked." He said to no one in particular whilst fixing his 'maw' armour. It looked like something he fished out of a dumpster, which might be half true, under this facade he wore his proper armour, as he did not want to be left entirely to the mercy of his dumpster armour.

Dragus made his way through the complex, walking slowly and confidently, both of his lightsabers ignited as his yellow blades tore through any Kaminoan or guard who was foolish enough to engage the Sith Lord or unlucky enough to encounter him. He activated his comlink and awaited instructions as to his objective, but for now, he would revel in carnage and depravity.

 

[Mae Tecono]

Mae had flown into the system at the controls of her new ship. New would be used very loosely as it was an old hunk of metal, but it was hers, and she was finally flying as a pilot. She began with the piece of junk as she learned, and things would go wrong or break, she needed to know how to fix it, so she did not mind the ship falling apart around her as long as it got her to where she was heading and back without loss of her own life.

Her ship being a hunk of junk was also fitting for the current plan of looking as though it was of the Maw, so that was good at least. Before she had entered the atmosphere, she had gone through a very basic and simple maneuver and weapons check. Most of her maneuvering thrusters were outdated or broken so turning would be a problem, and the main heavy cannons of her starfighter were also not working, but her ion cannon was working as well as the light laser repeater turret above her cockpit operated by her droid. She fiddled with the main cannons just a bit and was able to get one of the pair working but firing rate was severely lacking.

As she entered the planets atmosphere after the others, she caught the eye of a few local patrol fighters who had just survived the first wave in front of her. Before they could swing around for a second pass on the others, they decided to go after her. She was thankful that her shields were working as she was completely blindsided by the pair of starfighters. Her shields were now at 33% and buckling. She tried to swing around and get behind them but her thrusters did not allow it to happen. Instead, the pair found themselves right behind her and letting loose a flurry of laser fire. Another strike, shields at 13%, she quickly made 2 sudden actions. One, she started going straight up into a high altitude angle at max power to engines while two, diverting heat exchange cells to boost her shields to her rear. Her shields rose to 40%, double back but were being stuck again and again as she gained distance from her attackers. As she got just far enough away, she cut her engines causing her to nose dive back to the surface of the planet, however, directly at those who were chasing her. She diverted what little of her power was left to her forward shields, double front at 21% and pulled every trigger she could muster. Her cannons ripped through one of the starfighters while her Ion cannon disabled the other. It felt excellent, but had to be mostly luck.

As she fell from the skies, she put everything off line and tried to get some thruster to activate, but the only one that did sent her into an accelerated spin in her decent. She finally found the right one to stabilize her fall, and it could not have been soon enough as she scrapped the top of the cloning facility below. before crashing on the opposite side directly above a cargo hanger. Her ship was toast, but she had lived. She jumped out of the cockpit just in time as it was engulfed in flames. Her droid was not as lucky as it was smashed to bits. Just as she was counting her cards, she felt her face go flush and her head sting. She raised her hand to her head to find a gash at her hair line. At least in would blend into her already fiery red hair.

Now came the tough part, land engagement. She pulled her blaster from her waist and made it to the ledge before jumping down. Her force use was still rusty at best. Without ever really using it intentionally before, it could not be used directly as required yet. She got up and made her way into the hanger. She needed to accomplish something for the order, coming back empty handed was not an option. She also needed to find a new ship, she though and frowned while thinking about it as she just started to like her old one.

 

[Darth Nito]

The atmosphere filled with battle scarred transports and freighters taken from Mawite casualties - battles like those on Felucia, Korriban, and elsewhere. Today they found a much grander purpose than supporting the chaotic warmongering of tribals in the unknown regions - but to assert blame for the sake of secrecy.

Temporarily, at least. Nito understood the longer they could deny their enemy knowledge of their operations in the region - the better foundation they could build for themselves. So when he was asked to join the operation as the Conqueror In Disguise, Nito accepted wholeheartedly. War was his blood, his food, his air.

He would kill when given the opportunity.

So as the freighter he was on dropped its loading ramp, and a dozen First Legion soldiers clad in makeshift Scar Hound disguises began the initial steps of their operation, the massive figure in his own disguise exited with a methodical gait that exuded confidence. The tension his shoulders, however, held a barely restrained violence - looking for an opponent.

"Secure the path towards the main facility. I want cloning technology taken back to the Fleet with care."

And so his warpath was chosen.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Steal Kaminoan Tech, Leave No Witnesses
Equipment: Lightsaber, Disguised Armor
Allies: Dvasia
Enemies: Siv Dragr / Volo Dragr
Tags: Alina Tremiru / Dragus Jakar / First Father / Sicarius Hekate / Darth Ahriman / Ishani Dinn / Alize / Lukas / Kaisel Ved
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Although he didn't offer a response to Darth Ahriman the remark did bring a smirk to his face. As per usual Valen raised an excellent point. One that he had little hesitation in agreeing with and adopting, from the stories that he had heard the Kaminoans deserved a little bit of devastation anyway. The only issue would be their Mandalorian friends.

Speaking of which, here they come. The landings would not go undisturbed for long, as the city's defenses and defenders alike soon began fighting back against the raid. Alisteri himself watched as a whole squad ahead of him was decimated by a single Mandalorian, which was soon joined by another that seemed to literally climb up from beneath the platform and subsequently put down another group of the raiders. The displays would have been impressive were it not for the fact that said decimated raiders were his allies.

The harsh rain and reflecting lights on the wet surface of the platform certainly made it all the more dramatic at least.

He clicked his tongue at the sight and readjusted his grip on his lightsaber as he batted away an incoming shot, raising his blade to deflect more just in case. Evidently the Mandalorians were every bit as capable as he had heard the rumors of. All for the better really, it would be a boring mission otherwise. "Stay back and guard the shuttles, shoot any other enemy reinforcements." The disguised Sith barked the order to his Legionnaires and didn't bother waiting to hear their confirmation, charging forward with the next wave of rushing raiders towards the two Mandalorians that stood in their path.

They all had an objective to complete and nothing was going to change that, not even a Beskar roadblock or two.

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R
YOU'RE HARDLY MY FIRST

Objective: Defend Kamino | Eliminate Sith
Allies: Volo Dragr | OPEN
Targets: Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Darth Ahriman | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn | Lukas | Dvasia | Dragus Jakar | Mae Tecono | Darth Nito

Fire rained down around the Kamino city as dropships continued to descend. Virtually alone, Siv stood against the tide. The Sith he fired at batted away the blaster bolt though Siv hadn't expected to land the shot. If anything, he was trying to stall the Sith for as long as possible. That's when his brother in arms joined him.

"Thought you were on Roon," Siv shouted over the noise as he took to the sky, his jetpack igniting to lift him off of the rain-slicked platform. From his aerial vantage point, he continued to fire at the rushing Maw legions, slaying a few more while evading return fire. The storm was his ally, making him hard to see and hit as he flew in erratic patterns over the platform.

Soaring over the Sith lines he dropped near the shuttles, where the Maw landing craft reduced the lines of sight for the raiders. "Someone should've reported a Maw fleet movement this far south," he said to Volo over comms as he slit the throat of a rushing Maw shoulder with his kal dagger, the beskar monofilament blade slicing cleanly through the light armor. Another raider fired his blaster at Siv, but the blasterfire deflected off of his beskar armor, ricocheting to scorch against the parked landing craft. Siv took the blow before returning with his own, firing his pistol from the hip three times to land squarely in the torso of the Maw raider.

Volo was the new Guildmaster of the Karjr, privy to and responsible for the coordination of the massive Karjr network that served as the Enclave's intelligence wing as well as law enforcement on the frontier. With a comprehensive range of agents and contacts in the underworld and throughout the galaxy, it was one of the most effective organizations on monitoring enemy movements, particularly the Sith. Any fleet from the Maw en route to Mandalorian territory should've been detected well before arrival.

Siv began advancing down the lane between the two parked landing craft only to be stopped as a squad of Sith soldiers confronted him from one angle. They raised their blasters and fired, most of the shots narrowly missing while the other impacted harmlessly against his beskar. The Mandalorian's response came in the form of a half-dozen mini rockets from his Whistling Birds launcher that spiraled erratically before piercing into their targets. Siv was about to continue before two squads filled in their place, and the sound of bootsteps over the patter of rain and sounds of blasterfire from his back warned him that he was cornered. Quickly thinking, Siv vaulted to the top of the landing craft parked and lept inside the hatch, sealing it shut behind him.

The cool darkness that greeted him was quiet except for the blasterfire that pounded around it, the sounds dulled by the metal hull that separated Siv from the firefight. The Mandalorian only had limited experience with Maw craft, but he knew which button to press to seal the hatch. Still, the Maw knew he was inside. He would only have a limited time to regather before he would be fighting again, and this time he was backed into a corner.
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[Kelisea Dragr]

A return trip to Vlemoth Port had been set into the her ships navicomputer as a signal pinged through the comms from a system not far from her current location: Kamino. News of the war across the galaxy had reached her ears, yet she had yet to be stirred to join in on the chaos taking place upon distant stars. Since the fall of Mandalore to the Sith, she had been busy surviving the way she knew how. Despite being on the border of the Enclave, she hadn't truly taken part in their activities.. until a name reached her ear she didn't believe she would again.​

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Dragr.​

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Returning home could wait as she leaned forward in her chair, visor peering at the controls as she punched in the coordinates for Kamino, jamming the control forward as the stars stretched infinitely before giving way to the swirling blue void of hyperspace once more. The HWK-1000 groaned, panels rattling as it sped at lightspeed toward the blue world. Upon emerging from hyperspace, the freighter darted towards the planet, taking fire from ships in orbit as the turbolasers pelted the hull of the aged vessel. Pushing the engines to their max, she guided the vessel into the clouds as one of the engines explodes, reducing her speed and causing the vessel to nearly careen into the ocean below.​

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Nearing the city as fire appeared to rain down from above onto the structures, she aimed for the nearest landing pad as the freighter slammed down against the rain-soaked metal, slamming into the side of a shuttle, nearly plunging both ships into the ocean below as the engines of the freighter go dark. Inside, she picks herself up, stumbling towards the exit ramp as she slams the butt of her rifle into the controls, the door opening with a hiss as rain and wind poured into the interior followed swiftly by blaster fire.​

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Blaster bolts ring out from inside the ship before the white beskar-clad mando finally steps out onto the pad, rifle at the ready. It had been years since she had seen fighting of this scale. Whoever these enemies were, it didn't matter to her. ​

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It was time she rejoined the fight.​

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Siv Dragr | Volo Dragr | Darth Strosius | Darth Nito | Mae Tecono | Alina Tremiru | Darth Ahriman | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn | Lukas | Dvasia | Dragus Jakar​

 

[Fenn Stag]

MY FATHER'S BLOOD​

Objective: Defend
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Not Mandalorians




Clones.

His brethren.

And Kamino- this was where he was birthed. Or at least, programmed, in a sense. The cloning of Preliat Mantis didn't take place exclusively on Kamino, but the roots and research of it, and part of Fenn's childhood, were spent on this watery planet. Roon was a close second to a home. Fenn was caught off-guard, no rifle, no heavy machine gun- a pistol and a knife, when the call came. They were under attack, and in great fashion.

The Sith squad that approached him was just as unprepared as he was for the attack. The difference was that Fenn was caught unprepared. They came unprepared. The rain was relentless on Kamino, brutal even.

He came to Kamino after Tython to recover, relax, and set himself to rights. It made sense- a home, if he had one at all to consider something like that. The Squad had made it's way from the landing pad to the one of the buildings. Ever the Predator, focused on the hunt, Fenn had told the others in the area to hold off, squirreled away in various ambush places inside the living quarters of the facility. The Sith were on the move, the squad well-trained for combat- but not well trained at hunting.

The ambush they walked into was that of pure savagery, the Mandalorians and Soldiers in the room tucked away behind chairs, desks, and equipment. Fenn initiated the ambush by turning the corner, his knife finding it's way in the Sith's collarbone. And then it's way again and again, roughly five or six times, before he dropped the Soldier. The rest of the Sith team that came into the facility was met with equal violence, shocking brutality and a quick end to their wretched lives.

Placing his foot under the receiver of the Sith's rifle that they dropped, Fenn launched it into the air, and removed the blaster packs that they were carrying.

He turned to the other Mandalorians with him, wordlessly nodding to the outside.

This was his to defend, and the war was not inside. The rain greeted him first as he exited the facility, staring down the advancing Sith.

He dug his heels into the ground, and began to charge at them after letting out a length war cry.

He was coming for them.

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[Verin Oldo]

Spoiler: TASK FORCE

Flagship: UES Samrata - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%) - Heavy Assault - 3.52K


1x Thoros II-class Battlecruiser - Heavy Assault - 4.2K

= UES Bulwark - (Shields 18%/Hull 12%


2x Grievous-class Star Destroyer - - Heavy Assault - 1.89K

= UES Siren - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Flying Avento - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)


2x Argente-class Assault Cruiser - Assault - 0.96K


= UES Invader - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Avalanche - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)



3x Murkhana-class Escort Frigate - Balanced - 0.43K

= UES Promise - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Diplomat - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Harrier - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)



4x Terrus-class Flak Corvette - Defensive - 0.16K

= UES Bastion - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Trinity - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Signature - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Chimaera - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)



3x Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette - Offensive - 0.11K

= UES Warlord - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Hummingbird - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

= UES Invicta - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

ALLIES: MANDALORIANS
ENEMY: ALL UNWELCOME INVADERS

MINISTER OF WAR ADMIRAL VERIN OLDO
RAPID RESPONSE TASK FORCE
NORTH EASTERN ENCLAVE TERRITORY
ENROUTE FROM SCARIF​

There would be questions.

He had no doubt of it. There would be a great multitude of questions to deal with when he arrived back at the admiralty. How had it happened? How had they managed to slip by the Sector Defence Force? How had they managed to penetrate Enclave space with such assurance and certainty?

Verin dismissed all of that for a moment. He had attended many a tribunal, some far graver and more serious than the one likely to be convened after this affair. He was in no doubt. There would be 'bloody murder' screamed in the hallways and corridors on Hefi.

The task force had been diverted from their repairs over Scarif, still reeling from their wounds above Tython. With the widely anticipated delivery of several new capital ships, the fleets of the Enclave would benefit sooner rather than later from an increase in perpetual and absolute firepower. Until that delivery was made, the force at his disposal would make do. A Victator with her accompanying Star Destroyers would provide an extreme deterrent, not to mention the small fleet of cruisers, corvettes, and frigates. The firepower on the Victator alone was enough to cripple any manner of a larger fleet, let alone the seemingly underwhelming force of Maw ships in the system today.

The Thoros-class Battlecruiser, with even half of her armaments currently out of commission, could pack a devastating punch as it had done against The Avatar of War.

This task force had taken on the Maw giants, the behemoth capital ships that had dealt so much punishment and destruction above Tython. These ships had seen countless engagements above Dantooine, above Panatha. They were seasoned and ready to deal out a deadly strike at the backs of the unsuspecting invaders.

As the task force materialized, the enormous Victator-class began to read for the enemy makeup, calculating all manner of data that could be discerned in the blink of an eye.

A familiar crisp voice called up to the command deck from below.

"Tactical, sir. Maw freighters. Dropships and smaller craft already in Kamino's atmosphere."

Verin watched as the tactical display began to ping with his own ship's registration and the enemy ships. This was a seasoned Admiral. He had fought and battled against most of the great superpowers in the Galaxy. He had witnessed history and survived it. He had fought the Imperials, the Sith Empire, the MAW, the Bryn. Today would be no different.

"Launch all fighters. I want them to protect the various stations on the planet, the central facility is imperative to our mission today. Move all corvettes and frigates into Pattern Besh. I want any dropships taken out."

He watched as a stream of fighters, tens turning to hundreds, began to deploy, their droid systems still functioning and working after various remodelling. He hoped with the new contract with Roble Systems that the older tech would see a retrofit. They began to swarm towards the low atmosphere where they would begin to do some serious harm to any enemy fighters or dropship they encountered.

"Comms, order the Star Destroyers to begin targeting those ships. I want them taken out as soon as we can. Weapons, charge all batteries and begin targeting those freighters. We'll have them out of the sky in no time."

What were they thinking? To strike with such little protection? Oldo sniffed to himself.

He took note of the order to FIRE beneath his fingertip. With one push, it would all be over.

 

[Zlova Rue]

The muffled, but sharp clack of ice as alcoholic fluid sloshed about in the lazily circular motions of a Lethan's hand filled the air. Zlova's lekku hung over the back of a chair as she leaned back until she was nearly perpendicular to the floor. Her golden eyes shifted in the direction of one of the dutiful scientists present. "You gals make a good, stiff drink. Must be your fancy Biochemical degrees." Dark lips twisted into a smirk as she complimented and teased them in one go.

Oh, they didn't much appreciate her there. But when a Sith tattooed gal like her showed up and mentioned their little corner of the galaxy might suffer an unwelcome visit in the very near future... well, a smart person listened to Zlova Rue. Helped she had a connection with the Enclave too. One some of them wished to forget, but they went all gun-ho 'Sith RAWR' after Talohn Atar had introduce her to their collective, and she got a commemorative mando-proving necklace. No Sith. No Exceptions. Except Zlova, but she's a Mandalorian... and once a Sith Lord, but never you mind that last bit.

Well, most unfortunate for Kamino's new guests at any rate. Red gal like her had connections. Helped to make sure no one felt like gunning for her personally. The past was full of blood and people tended to get all hot and bothered -- 'you killed my Father' types. Zlova had killed many peoples' Fathers. Mothers too. Apprentices and Knights didn't get to pick their responsibilities during invasions. Orders were usually 'kill them all.'

So there Zlova was, indulging in one of her favorite passtimes of consuming copious amounts of liquor, when lo and behold the Sith showed up. The Twi'lek glanced at the chronometer. "They're late." Their dear and fluffy Lord must have been preening especially long in the mirror this morning.

With a expulsion of breath, the tattoo-covered woman set her glass aside as Scientists started fidgeting and muttering to one another. Yeah, no one liked interruptions. Especially the violent ones. These people had already gone through that when the Mandalorians invaded! Only one occupying military authority at a time, please.

"Seal the main chamber. Lockout remote terminal access. You gals know how to follow procedure." The Mandalorians hadn't waltzed in, lay claim to all this fancy gear and knowledge, and not figured out how to keep someone else from doing the exactly same thing! Granted, they could have left a larger garrison, but the Kamino were all 'why so many soldiers?' Typical soft bellied people. They'd do well in a Sith Empire. Listen to your Sith Lord, obey, and prey they aren't having a bad hair day.

Of course, Zlova being Twi'lek had no hair at all.

Every day was a bad hair day.

An amethyst saber sizzled into being as she strode through the blast doors sealing the most confidential of experiments away from the unwashed masses. Time to ruin someone's day.

Tag: Open
Hostile: Darth Strosius | Darth Nito | Darth Ahriman | Alina Tremiru | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn | Dragus Jakar | Mae Tecono | Lukas | Dvasia
Friendly: Siv Dragr | Volo Dragr | Verin Oldo | Fenn Stag | Kelisea Dragr

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Location: Inside Secret Labs, Cloning Facility
Engaging: Zlova Rue

Ishani impaled a Mandalorian who had attacked her, siphoning away his energy as he expired. Pulling her sword from the corpse, she flicked blood from the blade, scattered red droplets across the sterile white floor.

She was about to move toward the nearest console and see about retrieving some of its data when the door suddenly slid open. Turning to face the newcomer, she beheld a female Twi'lek with skin the same color as the blood she had spilled. But this woman was no Mandalorian. In her hand was a lightsaber, the purple blade already ignited.

"Ah," Ishani murmured, intrigued. "I didn't expect to be facing someone with a lightsaber today. Unless you Mandos have changed your rules for the umpteenth time."

She raised her sword, holding it at the ready. This woman was strong in the Force. Ishani could practically taste it. She'd make for a delectable meal...

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

The distress signal had been received... from another star system. The alert that the Maw was attacking Mandalorian Enclave space was simply unacceptable. No Sith, No Exceptions.

As her basilisk droid, Cabur'tomad, stormed through hyperspace, Gwyneira was scrambling to get her gear together. While Cabur'tomad had all her equipment stored inside, Gwyneira was the type to enter the battlefield with what was needed in the present situation. Fighting Sith, a guarantee in the Maw, would require unconventional ranged ammunition and Anti Force User tools. Already wearing her beskar'gam, she equipped multiple blasters. Her M.I. pistols over her shoulders, her twin slugthrower pistols on the belt at her waist, one on each side, and her Borealis pistol strapped on the belt at her back. As she slung her signature rifle, the Distant Chill, over her shoulder, she eyed her slugthrower rifle on the wall. She pulled it off and slung it over her other shoulder. No ordinance today, considering Kamino's structures and climate - save for three EMP grenades strapped to her chest. She checked her cybernetic leg's storage, hiding her first lightsaber, second lightsaber, and shoto lightsaber inside. Her cybernetic eyes onced herself over in a mirror, then she pulled her longer hair up.

Meanwhile, Cab's navicomputer was alerting her that they were close to leaving hyperspace. Gwyn turned and walked towards the cockpit. She already could sense the tainted presence of the Sith on Kamino. She scowled, determined to drive them out. The moment was drawing near...

She grabbed her buy'ce off her seat and put it on, asking her basilisk, <"Are you ready, Cab?">

Cabur'tomad hummed in agreement. Gwyn nodded, <"Good. Let's kill some Sith!">

They exited hyperspace. Immediately, Cabur'tomad switched from ship mode to basilisk mode, descending upon the planet with lightning speed as he cloaked. Gwyneira also cloaked her own beskar'gam, turning and darting for the door. Cabur'tomad dropped her off and hovered at a deserted landing bay. Pulling her sniper rifle down, Gwyneira stalked through the rain silently and stood adjacent from the platform where the Sith were landing. Immediately lowering herself to the prone position, she aimed Distant Chill at the location, using the scope, her eyes, her buy'ce, and her Force Sense to scope the commotion, waiting for an opportunity to strike. She noticed the guards Darth Strosius had set at the shuttles. She aimed, she opened fire. Unless they had Force Sense or their overlord had warned them through his own Force Sense, they would not see the charric bolts coming.