Communication is key (Mandalorian Dominion of Esfandia)

[Strider Garon]

Location: Bridge of Command Ship
Objective: Finish Spiced Caf

The Ash'amur-class Dreadnaught exited hyperspace with her escort in the Esfandia System. The Mandalarian command ship and company had their sights upon the barren planet and more specifically the Long Range Communication base she kept. The planet was a free floating proto-world in Wild Space with enough radiation to sport a liquid atmosphere and in turn life, in its own special way.

Sitting, once again, stoically upon the command chair of the Ash'amur was Field Marshal Strider Garon. The Warrior as of late seemed to making more use of the chair while collecting more territory for the glory of Mandalore and their rights to rule the galaxy. His helmet was safely placed on the left and command console while he patiently and calmly worked on his cup of spiced caf, his third favorite beverage in the galaxy.

The Mission at hand was to secure the planet and and most importantly the ancient long range communications base. Intel had shown that the base itself was being use as a mobile hideout for a unknown pirate crew. Unfortunately for them they are sitting on a prize that the Mando'ade would like to claim as their own and such freeloaders will be dealt with swiftly.


After a long gulp of his caf, the old man would place his attention to the bridge crew "Launch the fighters and transports. I want those freeloaders out of my base by lunch!"

"Now hail the Star station and inform them of our arrival!"

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Strider Garon"]

The Akure Executive Interstellar/Iron Crown Enterprises trade station over Esfandia was a Mando-built Shokita-class, heavily modular and pretty cheap.

"Glad you could make it, Marshal Garon," came Rave's voice over the comms. "We'd have cleared out the local colour ourselves, but most of our assets are in Levantine space or clear on the other end of the Unknown Regions. We'll offer whatever support we can muster. Transmitting full sensor readings to you now."

 

[Nulmak Volora]

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Rave Merrill"]

"This is Nulmak Volora checking in, over we will be landing shortly requesting an escort till we land. Our ship has very light armaments." .Secretly , the warrior was just making this excuse, he was a bad combat pilot. Nine Clansmen were with the nervous snivvian, checking to make sure they had the needed supplies for this battle. He turned to his men, hoping there was enough explosive charges to breach the enemy fortress, he barked nervously "Do we have enough?" . The fellow clansmen nodded, after several minutes this looked like an excellent assault waiting to happen if the muscular miner could get cover.

 

[Revenchent]

The former chieftain of Clan Tal'verda had not seen true combat since the disaster of Drunkenwell. He had not led his brothers and sons into glorious battle since Galarr Tal'verda was killed. It was not right. He was nothing without his brother; no Mandalorian, no soldier worth his stones. What he still was however, was a father. A father of more than a few young men now settling on Mandalore, and more directly, a small infant nestled safely in a cabin out in the Mandalorian wilds. He had a duty to those boys.

Calico Tal'verda would not send his little boys to war without his guiding hand. He was no longer alone--Zandra stood with him; a woman who was proving to be the one thing that was missing from the aging Mandalorian's life. That, and their newborn, but Corrin was too little to participate in battle. There were too many force users around, and there was always the possibility those force users would sense his infant son's own connection to the invisible energy field. It was a damned curse if ever there was one.

Cal leaned back against the bulkhead of one of the old LAAT/i's Tal'verda possessed. It was outdated and ancient compared to the other Mandalorian vessels, but it gave the former Chieftain some sense of comfort. There was nothing like the smooth rumbling of a Laarty zooming in overhead to exfill your boys. A lit cigar hung loosely from his lips; his eyes tracing the ghostly gray trail of the smoke as it wrapped around the left wing of the Laarty. The rest o the Mando'ade were beginning their launch, or so it seemed. Cal would wait a few moments.

He knit his brow in thought, and clipped his helmet to his belt. Tal'verda would earn some glory here, and hopefully a pretty penny. They still needed the credits to build little Corrin a room next to his parents'.

"Cyar'ika." He quipped, tilting his head toward the innards of the gunship and by extension, his significant other. "Looks like our friends are dusting off. Kiss for good luck?"



@[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Little Corrin was back at home, safe and sound, or at least, he was in the closest thing to tiny family had to a home. The most permanent residence Zandra'd had in years. Who knew Zandra, the wild drifting party girl, would actually settle? The very idea of having a kid had made her want to throw herself out the airlock not so long ago. What changed in her?

"Cyar'ika."
The answer at once became obvious. The Echani shoved her wild white hair from her face, looking up from where she was sitting, sharpening a blade in her lap. She bit down lightly on the end of the cigara between her lips, carefully running her finger along the blade.
"Looks like our friends are dusting off. Kiss for good luck?"

Zandra stood up, putting out the cigarra on the sole of her big black boots before she crossed over to her new husband.

"Like you need luck," she snorted, sheathing the blade at her hip, "That's what I'm here for, Sunshine."

She leaned in anyway, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Then she almost immediately changed her mind and went for his lips. And why shouldn't she show a little affection? Nothing could ever get that girl going more than the possibility of death hanging over her.

@[member="Calico Tal'verda"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Dux kotass had arrived in a strike fighter, she was here to lend a hand in anyway she could. Her job was a lonely one, she was to infiltrate the base. Chop off the head of serpent, so the rest would die at the mandalorians hands. She had done this before, for the sith. Now she was going to do this for the mandalorians, her first job was to landed somewhere discreet. Though it had to be near by, so she could be of use. She waited for the mandalorian forces, to descend on the planet so she could move a little of a distance from them. Then she would begin to sneak into the control of the pirate base, and kill them off one by one need be.

 

[Rhodessa]

As @[member="Strider Garon"] gave his orders, she head out with her star fighter, she was up for the challenge. She was also eager to prove herself to her fellow vod, that she was worth something. As she head out she saw, a different star fighter. It must have been that ex sith girls, sabia or something. She did not care if the mandalorians could use her so be it. She took formation and waited for the order to attack to come down, then she would light up enemy positions like no tomorrow. She was going to have good day.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Ana found herself on one of the transports headed to the planet. She could have probably been up in the bridge with Strider if she had wanted to. She preferred instead to be where the action was. The young woman could do more on the ground than up there in the sky after all she was a Force user.

She also needed to get her pent up emotions out as right now she felt like punching something in the face. Nobody would be any wiser if she did so on the battlefield. Isn't that where one was supposed to take out there aggression anyway?

The thought of going back to her therapist had crossed her mind but she didn't. He had after all said it would be good to break up with him. He would probably just be happy about the whole thing. Ana felt sorry for this pirate crew as they were about to feel her wrath.

 

[Revenchent]

In his younger days, Calico might have been a bit self-concious about open displays of affection. His tenure as the commander of the clone armies had taught him to scold any of his men who partook--it was a distraction to both themselves and the boys going with them. Now, however, he didn't much care. He laced an arm around the Echani, and returned the kiss for a few moments, before pulling away. "Lady luck, eh?" The former general snickered. "Garon's given the order. We need to move our shebs. I'm not one to be left in the dust by the old shab'uir."

Cal relinquished his hold on the woman, and put out his cigar on the side of the gunship. He shoved it into his belt for easy retrieval later, and pecked her one last time on the cheek. "Mhi linibar tengaanar kaysh laam, ni mhi?" The old soldier boomed so all within the Laarty could hear. Zandra wouldn't understand him, but the boys would.

He donned his helmet and turned about toward the open door of the gunship. "Stick with me cyar'ika. We'll give the casual boys a good show." He quipped as he stepped in side, flanked by two younger men in jet black katarn armor. He turned about toward the Echani. "Oh, and I love you. Figure I don't say it enough."

There was a somewhat long pause...until one of the boys in black snickered. Calico thumped him on the shoulder. "Quiet ad'ika. Quiet. Kix, get us moving eh? I want to be home to put the baby to bed."

@[member="Zandra Fenni"] @[member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Kix Tal'Verda]

It was an honor. They were now standing alongside their elder, their father, their savior. A man who was the closest thing to a god to the Dread Guard, a man who, to them broke the rule of Mandos never having heroes. In each and every Tal'Verdas eyes Calico was one, he trained them, gave them tradition, he gave them family. It was the reason why an Honor Guard was drawn up, the two men in Katarn Armor, and whilst the armor wasn't real in the sense of its creation both suits were relics of Clan, manufactured by their own hands. The clan was steeped in its own tradition and today, they'd show that to the rest of the Clans.

The order was given.

"You heard him vode. Fire up the engines and commit final flight checks. I want full launch towards the station within a minute." The Tal'Verda comms exploded with cheers and orders. The several laaties quickly preparing themselves before closing, sealing, and diving into the cold of space.

@[member="Calico Tal'verda"]
@[member="Zandra Fenni"]
@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

He'd found them. Well, more like he'd given up on being alone and wasting away in the aftermath of Druckenwell as he had been. They would be on Esfandia, and he'd meet them there. Aboard a one man tug Daral prepared, slapping in energy charge packs into place, sliding extra bits of ammo into pouches. But most painstakingly he applied new bandages over the burns that covered every bit of him the wasn't covered in armor when Druckenwell turned to glass. Calico was here, his buir was here, but he couldn't just come out, no he felt ashamed, he'd have to prove himself, prove he still deserved to be one of them.

"I'm 'comin." Daral thought aloud, sliding his rifle back where he kept it and placed his hands on the controls. And he fething gunned it.

@[member="Kix Tal'Verda"] @[member="Calico Tal'verda"] @[member="Anastasia Rade"] @[member="Rhodessa"] @[member="Dux Kotass"] @[member="Zandra Fenni"] @[member="Nulmak Volora"] @[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra made a mental note to someday learn that strange language her husband spoke so often. How else was she supposed to catch him when he said something uncivil about her? She grinned, imagining the kinda day that would be. The look on his face would be worth more than all the credits on Coruscant to her.

"Oh, and I love you. Figure I don't say it enough."

"Til death do us part, eh love?"

Zandra shot her husband a grin, giving him a light punch on the shoulder as he went to quiet his men and give the order. She was glad at least one of them felt comfortable in command. Zandra was a loner by nature, never really did well playing with others. Last time she had to command anything she got a man killed. Made a girl a little iffy about giving orders.

She took the moment to check her equipment one more time. Zandra was a simple gal. She liked simple things. Armor was annoying and heavy, and carrying something that needed ammo was a pain. No. Zandra liked to stick to the basics. She carried a blaster at her side and a small collection of sharp things. No need for armor if she didn't plan on getting hit, right? Nah. She had Cals old coat to protect her. What did all those lousy holoflicks say? Love will be a sheild? Eh, whatever it was. She was far too cool to die here anyway.
Lady luck willing, she'd make it home to Corrin in one piece. If not? Well, the dead don't have worries.

@[member="Calico Tal'verda"]

 

[Not Ordo]

As enemies went there were few that were hated or pitied more than Dar'Manda. His target was just such a person, but he was more than that. He was the former Dark Lord of the One Sith. How he survived or why made little difference. All that mattered was that he had information on the Sith and that meant he was on Kyr's list of targets.

He looked through his visor at the magnified form of the man and activated his rangefinder.

"Time to pay your debts...Ner. Vod."

 

[Revenchent]

And then they were off. Cal gripped the top hinge of the Laarty as it soared upward and into the cold vacuum of space. He trusted Kix to lead them through without much issue. The younger clone had proven himself time and time again leading Sigma Squad within the Confederacy. He had grown into a man as far as Calico was concerned, and the older Mando would trust few others with his life and that of Zandra's. He settled close to the Echani, shoving her playfully with his shoulder. To the former Dreadguard warriors, he was positive they looked more like two love struck teenagers than killers working to feed their son--which was fine. Cal preferred teenagers to serious and worn down adults any day.

"Not even then cyar'ika. Not even then." He mumbled so only she could hear. His expression was hidden behind his visor, but even so, he found himself grinning.

"What's the plan buir?" One of the katarn clad men quipped. Calico cocked his head back, and switched to the squad channel with two rapid blinks. "We'll get boots on the ground as soon as Garon needs us to. I'm not entirely sure as to what our objective is right now; the op is a fluid one. We'll be re-tasked whenever something needs taken care of. For now, Kix will bring us in close and exfill us near the pirate holdings. Then we'll burn them out, easy op."

He paused for a moment. "We clear?"

[member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Kyr Jendri"]

Ordo lowered the crate from the back of the ship and set it on the ground beside the others. MandalTech was setting up a sales office here along with another factory purchase. The crateshe help the other employees unload were stock and sample items. His plain grey and green armor identified him as a Mandalorian as were many 'Tech employees but it wasn't his usual kit. It was usually enough to fool others into ignoring just another grunt but on occasion he had gotten looks and questions from people that knew him well. Mia and Rianna knew but few others. Outside of the aliit he was still dead and he liked it that way.

"Did you hear where these crates are supposed to go?" one of the younger men asked not knowing Ordo their employer was there.

"We can just wait." Ordo replied, "someone incharge should be here soon."

 

[Kix Tal'Verda]

"We're clear, Ca'buir. No need to trounce us with your ancient wisdom just yet." He chuckled, this was a lovely family outing. They would drop in, cook some pirates, stab some fools, bleed some space scum, and then carry on to the next destination in this family funland called a skirmish.

"Two minutes out and approaching, gunnies, spool up the lasers. Prepare to bring down the stars on these ge'hutuun chakaar. They won't even have time to see our shebs before we put so much fire in their faces they scream for momma." There was a large collective of cheers over the comms as the sound of the ships' weapons system sparked to life ready to their Mandalorian master's bidding.

"Wait for it..."

[member="Calico Tal'verda"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="CC-4242 Daral"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The Echani stood by her husband as she always would. Married or not, now he had her complete and endless loyalty. Probably the first person in years to earn that from her. Zandra was a sneaky woman, sly, one heck of a liar when she had to be. She was also the most loyal friend you could ask for.

"Not even then cyar'ika. Not even then."

She smiled, running her fingers along the coat collar. When he was in full armor like this, it was the closest she could get to feeling him. What would come after death? That was certainly an adventure waiting to happen, she could tell. But maybe one she could wait a few years for. Corrin still needed her for some time yet. And Cal, well, what would Cal do without her?

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, eyes on Cal as he shared the plan... or as much of a plan as it was. Alright, go in, cause some mayhem, maybe stab some stuff, then... well, whatever else was needed. She could work with this. Her pale grey eyes scanned the other Men gathered. She knew she should feel incredibly uncomfortable. If her Mother saw this, she would be disappointed that she hadn't killed any of them. Ah, her Mother was such a charming old hag. So full of fire and acid, no wonder Zandra left home when she did. She wondered if any of the boys had figured it out yet, that their brave leader had married himself an Echani. Her lips twitched. Oh sweet stars, that'd be the day. Thankfully, it seemed like they'd done a decent enough job convincing people that she was just a really, really, really blonde human. It worked. Heck, she could pretend to bleach her hair if she had to.

"Crystal clear," she yawned, pulling out a pair of worn leather fingerless gloves and pushing her hands inside them, "Gettin' antsy. Dunno 'bout you boys, but I'm lookin' ta kill some folk."

[member="Calico Tal'verda"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Bridge of command ship
Objective: Conduct Operations and Drink Spiced Caffa

Strider listened as his flight controllers would coordinate the space traffic about the operation zone. The huge space station that had been modularity built above the planet with mandalorian designs had replied back, acknowledging the Mando strike force and offering their excuse on why they had let the Comms base planet side be overrun by scum.

Strider would press two buttons on his command console to take over comms to the space station. He was getting bored just sitting there, atleast he could aggravate someone well the younger soldiers were off to glorious battle. "Thats alright Space Station......" He looked at the designation name and shook his head " Thats alright space station with big assed name. We came with the right tools for the job."

Strider would then take a sip of his Spiced Caffa enjoying every moment of it before continuing on with his job "Am I speaking to the owner of the space station?"

[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Revenchent]

"Kix, base, drop us in before they can start shooting at us" Cal quipped to the younger clone. He folded his arms over his chest, and leaned back against the bulkhead for support. Once they broke through the atmosphere, things would get more than a little rough. He tilted his head toward Zandra, and simply shrugged. "Just don't get too much blood on the coat cyar'ika. It stains." He added quietly. There wasn't much to do in the Laarty before it broke planetside.

He checked his DC-17 for the umpteenth time. The weapon had been with him for years, hundreds in fact. It was a tool that had always been there in one way or another; a weapon that had killed just as many Jedi as it had pirate scum. There would be a few more of the latter added to that tally this night. The thought made him snicker for a moment. Perhaps his old Deece was an eternal reaper of sorts.

"Try not to get us destroyed on the way in ad'ika.""

[member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"] [member="CC-4242 Daral"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra gave Calico a grin and ran a hand over the smooth material of Cals old coat, the one he accidentally left at her place months before she had little Corrin. The coat she sort of claimed for herself while he was gone. If only he knew the amount of blood she'd already gotten on the dark fabric, he might not act so concerned about it. Zandra knew how to get blood stains out of clothing. Call it a 'special skill'.

She grabbed onto anything she could to ease the way down to the surface. Things were gunna get rough, no matter who the pilot was. She found it a bit funny that they were going after pirates, considering the Echani's previous... occupation. A girl like her could never really truly go straight, after all. Still, there was no friendship in the pirating world, no loyalty. This was a job and she'd be getting paid for it. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if Cal hadn't come back for her, would she be amongst this pirate scum here? Life could certainly take a person in interesting directions. Who knew that she'd ever do an 'honest' days work?

[member="Calico Tal'verda"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"] [member="CC-4242 Daral"]