Devils... Monsters...

[Sala'dine]

She watched, there wasn't much to do once the shield gate was positioned and ready. Ships in position around it while she didn't force herself into the meeting. Her preferred looking at ti all instead of rushing in. She disliked the notion of letting people die for no reason but charging in without knowing... anything could mean you go into a trap which serves no purpose... bringing forces into it endangers them and you are just throwing meat into the grinder. IF this was an army of droids that could be disposable and built in a matter of minutes that would be one thing. Bodies meant a massive investment in their equipment and training.

"Zheung report what information we have?" The togruta stood there and looked at her. "Not much, based on all reports the Mandalorains who came into the system with a fleet are meeting with Admiral Locke and not engaging us, the ones on the ground are avoiding the forces that have gone down in favor of attacking civilians.... but we did get a wide band transmission from admiral [member="Sko'saht"] and his forces. They are challenging the mandalorians and so far have not received a reply." She looked at him and nodded clasping hands behind her back and bringing the display from just the planet to the system.

"I see, then begin deploying sapper units, I want the major routes out of the nebula guarded, the shield gate and its defensive ships are the first layer, the Umbarans fleet will be coming in and reinforce it as they organize their ground forces so it will fall to preventing reinforcements." She felt the nagging sensation of something. Based on general engagements if Yasha had been here she wasn't a coward she would have likely jumped to prove stronger then Sko. She also wasn't seeing Kaine appearing with a secret fleet he had in reserve. add in vague ships only set to have an emblem and some markings on armor.... with the several mandalorian groups in the galaxy claiming the title saying for Manda'lor meant little.

"I don't like this but have the Inu ready, their shock nets can immobilize one of those ships." There were nods of confirmations as she brought up more of the information to see the Inu deploy and find a place to sit and capture. Escort Bugeisha for it to keep it safe. She might have preferred Alyisa here for directing some of their ground forces or Kiso and Negisa who could be bringing in some of the real assets they would need or be able to help the ones on the planet. "Admiral we have a connection." Se started to walk around. "I'll take it in my ready room, you have the bridge for now, tell me if anything changes."

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Where Coren dealt with the rocket, Cotan dealt with the warrior who fired it. His amber-bladed weapon sprang to life with a hiss, while his eyes tracked the trail of smoke to its source. One Mandalorian, who had unwisely separated himself from the pack. Poor decision. Cotan sprang forward on the balls of his feet, one stride, two; then he leaped, carried through the air by the Force.

The warrior barely had time to register who was flying at him before the point of a lightsaber blade buried itself in the gap between his helmet and cuirass.

Cotan flourished his blade, ignoring the smell of burnt flesh that was wafting towards his nostrils. While this warrior was alone, there were many others who were coming nearby. He turned for a moment, seeing Coren catching up. "Looks like they need you right here," he replied. He looked back at the group of Mandalorians, deftly deflecting some blasterfire away from the civillians fleeing behind him and his fellow Jedi.

"What do you say we find whoever they're taking orders from and try to take them out? Cut off the head, hope the snake dies—or at least gets a little demoralized." A few more blaster bolts went flying back into the group of Mandalorians. "Best plan I can come up with, at any rate."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Entering Umbara Orbit​

Equipment: Lightsabers, Armor, Ring, Mantle​

Tags: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="John Locke"]​

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He didn't want to believe it. But after all he'd seen, it was all too easy to believe the unbelievable. Voph sat on the edge of his command chair as his task force streaked through hyperspace towards Umbara. Improved hyperdrive and all, could this ship go any slower? "Captain, we'll not have time to play nice when we get there. What's the status?"

"Running on fumes right now, Sir. There's been a Mandalorian attack, most of it ground forces. Things you already know."

Voph cursed under his breath, leaning back in his seat. But he couldn't sit still. He pushed himself to his feet. "All stations, red alert. Prep the ground forces to deploy as soon as we arrive. Vanguard fighters, deploy for escort, remain on standby for air support. ECMs be ready to get us intel on everything that moves." Voph's breath hissed harshly through the rebreather. The moment he'd gotten word of the attack, he'd scrambled a force to respond. The Vanguard and her supporting vessels were the only ones in range. The rest would have to come later. If there was a later. "Have we established contact with Vi'dreya?"

"No sir, we're having difficulty establishing a link."

Another silent curse. Voph felt his breath catch in his throat. He could sense it even before the countdown began. Arrival in five...four...three...

Voph took mere seconds to process the information he was assailed with as they entered the system. "Launch all ground forces, get to the planet Ay-sap." Voph stepped forward, his brow furrowing as he realized who else was in the system. He pointed towards the Mandalorian Vessels hanging in orbit. They weren't firing. Friendlies? No. No, it was from the Mandalorian Empire. "Train all weapons we have on those ships, do NOT fire unless expressly ordered, even if fired upon."

"Sir, IFF coming online. John Locke is in command of the defending fleet."

Voph turned, and sprinted from the bridge, heading for the nearest hanger. He needed a shuttle down to the planet. "Get me comms. Vi'dreya and Locke. Now. And notify me when the Veil arrives." As Voph ran down the hallway, soldiers and crew stood aside to make way for him. "Locke, tell me something good..." He rounded the corner into the bridge's shuttle hanger. A few more soldiers were loading up into the shuttlecraft, but they moved at a speed matching Voph's own when they realized he was behind them. As soon as Voph's feet hit the flooring of the shuttle, he called out, "Lift off, get us down there!" Voph held tight to the handrail hanging from the ceiling. He wasn't sitting at a time like this. "Sir, we've got her."

"Where?"

"Ship, low orbit and falling fast. They're heading to ground, sir!"

"Coordinate routes and set us down next to her."

Voph's grip tightened on the handrail. He could feel the death from here. And, like so many others, his mind began to return to Eshan. "Allya. Help's here. You've got the intel. Where are we needed?"

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Fleet Actions
Vanguard Atmosphere Operations Configuration arrived:

• Vanguard Carrier x1
  DX-01 Octarch Fighter x10 Squadrons
• DX-74 Mynock Interceptor x10 Squadrons
• DX-53 Monarch Gunship x6 Squadrons
• DX-63 Paladin Minelayer x6 Squadrons
• DX-84 Archon Bomber x10 Squadrons

[*]​Skyfall Carrier x2

• Dromund-class Dropship x7 Squadrons (per Carrier)
• DX-25 Thranta x7 Squadrons (per Carrier)

[*]Archwing Destroyer x3
[*]Aquila ECM Corvette x2
Aquilla ECMs gathering data and establishing battlefield overwatch.
Vanguard fighters deploying in escort formation with landing party.
Skyfall Carriers deploying full ground forces to combat threat below.
Archwing Destroyers locking weapons on [member="Aedan Miles"] ships, but under orders not to engage unless directly ordered to, even if fired upon.
Voph is descending to planet surface to aid in the defense.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Umbara orbit, then the planet itself
Tags: [member="Aedan Miles"]; @JohnmLocke; [member="Coren Starchaser"]; [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]
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Umbara, it was a planet of perpetual darkness and gloom. There was little to no light there, and not much of value either. It was a wonder then that the SJO controlled the planet. Now, whatever the reason for them having the planet was irrelevant to Adenn. He didn't care about that in the slightest, only in what he was going to do, and how.

Adenn had been accompanying Aedan prior to Umbara, and had been hoping to learn from the PIrate King by observing him. He knew that he had some fleet experience, but it was nothing compared to the warmaster himself. So he had hoped to watch and learn as some foe or another was attacked. That was all cut short though by the call from Umbara. Not knowing what was so special about Umbara, Adenn had nevertheless offered his services to help in whatever may come. That's why he had reported to the hanger when they had arrived out of hyperspace. There he had joined up with some squadron or another and borrowed a fighter from the ship, planning on fighting whoever it was needed to be fought.

However, upon exiting the ship, Adenn had only seen SJO ships and Mandalorian ships. Either they had been misinformed, or Adenn had not been told of a raid. The second aggravated Adenn more though, because he was always up for a fight. Then came Aedans message, and it began to make sense to Adenn. Someone was trying to blame the UCM, again, and people were believing them. That simply wouldn't do in Adenns mind, so he had prepared himself for combat when more ships came out of hyperspace. They had demanded that Aedans ships power down and all fighters return to their hangers. There was some sort of compromise, and all the ships had begun to return from whence they came.

All except Adenn; for whatever reason, his ship malfunctioned. At first it was only the controls, which caused Adenn to start veering towards the planet, and then it was the engines, suddenly they received a surge of power and exploded. This caused the ship to go into a violent spiral, pressing Adenn against the side of the cockpit and blurring the edges of his vision. Gritting his teeth, Adenn sent out a call to Aedan and whoever else was 'allied.'
"This is comms static going down, engin... comms static ...led. I say... comms static ... engines failed! Crashing on Umbara... comms static ... sorry 'bout the ship. I'll... comms static ...join defense. Adenn... comms static ... out." With that, the transmission broke and Adenn was in the atmosphere.

When the ship hit atmo, it started to burn up because of the speed of its entry. Adenn tried to slow it down using retro thrusters, but that was only slightly successful. At the rate of his descent, and the amount of spinning going on, Adenn didn't know where he was going to hit. But he did know that if he hit, he wouldn't survive. Groaning in slight pain, Adenn punched the emergency release of the cockpit, sending the cover away and into the dark. Adenns seat malfunctioned though, rather than eject as well, it merely released Adenn who was now only stuck to the pilots seat thanks to his magnetic boots.

He deactivated them quickly and shot up into the night sky with a light burst of his jetpack, hoping to get away from his ship. His cloak caught fire on the ships own flames before Adenn was 'safely' away from the ship. There he was caught in a short, timeless, moment of weightlessness. Adenn could see all around, could see the fighting, and could see the city not all that far away. In the next moment, he was falling again, gravity having taken hold, but now he had a place to go. He used his jetpack to slow his decent, but it would still hurt to land. When he did land, it hurt, and it hurt a lot. His knees were jarred and he felt the impact in his spine, but he was alive, and that was all that mattered. At the same time though, there was another explosion in the background, 2 dozen meters from where he had landed. That was his ship, its secondary explosions lighting up the night sky. Ignoring those though, Adenn made his way towards the city, limping slightly, but intent in making it there to receive some help and lend it.

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Those event had transpired approximately 20 minutes ago, and now Adenn was nearing the cities edge. Somehow he had managed to unintentionally avoid all enemy presence, whether it was false Mandalorians, or the natives. Though he had tried to contact Aedan, nothing had worked and he had been forced to continue his march. His limp was slightly more pronounced now, but Adenn could set it aside if need be. Suddenly a tide of civilians rounded the corner, running from blaster fire, and upon seeing him, they fled from him too. Assuming it was because of his Mandalorian armor, Adenn turned to face that direction where the shots were coming from. He had one hand on his westar 35, and another ready to draw his carbine at a moments notice.

The fake Mandalorians rounded the corner as a squad, they gunned down some remaining civilians before focusing on Adenn. They were sizing each other up, with the fakes aiming their weapons at him. No words were spoken, but suddenly they left, just rushed off in another direction. Feeling frustrated, Adenn pulled out his pistol and shot at them, killing one, and wounding another. The fake Mandos left the wounded one behind, seemingly not realizing what had happened before charging off towards fighting, and towards [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Cotan Sar'andor"].

Adenn stopped by the wounded Mandalorian, looking down at him. Then he asked the question that had been asked so often in time, that would still be asked long after he was gone.
"Why?"

The wounded Mando seemed to pause in his struggles to stay alive, hand instead sliding to his waist, secretly, hidden. He spoke then, voice filled with righteousness and anger, along with some false sense of pride.
"Because we are the new age, and this is but the beginning. Even if I don't live to see it, I find solace that you shall not either." With that, the man pulled the thermal detonator out of his waist band and let go of it.

Adenn didn't have more than a second to react, and that was barely any time at all. As soon as those words left his mouth, Adenn jumped back using his jetpack, it was almost fast enough. The explosion from the grenade destroyed the man and flung Adenn backwards against a wall. Shrapnel pinged off of his armor, some digging into his undersuit and slightly cutting Adenn. He ignored that pain though, instead focusing on what he could do, and blocked out all else.

Dragging himself up, Adenn noted that smoke was now coming off of his armor, and that he was angry, very angry. Giving one last contemptuous look to the di'kutla Mandalorian, Adenn made his way towards where the squad had run off to. He hoped to exact some form of revenge against them for what their comrade had done, and hoped that he'd be able to get some help as well.

Using his now dinged jetpack, Adenn flew after them, nearing them quickly. Whether they saw him or not was irrelevant, for a moment later they turned the corner onto the street where some Jedi([member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]) were fighting more Mandalorians. They were about to engage the enemy when an explosion ripped through their ranks. That was from a rocket courtesy of Adenns wrist rocket launcher. Smiling grimly, Adenn opened up on them, shooting at the fake Mandalorians accurately, ripping into their ranks.

Once that squad was dealt with, Adenn turned his attention to the others attacking the civvies and Jedi. Grunting again in pained annoyance, Adenn opened up on them as well, aiming so that no stray bolts could possibly hit the Jedi or civvies. That wouldn't do, then he'd be stuck in with these aruetiise, probably would be anyways, but rather safe than sorry. Whenever the impostors would finally be defeated, Adenn would jump down from his perch on the roof. He had set up shop there to deal with these fools, and whenever they were done for, it would mean he could get some medical help.

With that thought in mind, Adenn would begin walking towards the Jedi. Any civvies still in the area naturally cowed away from him, he too wore Mandalorian armor, and they had just been attacked by Mandalorians, even if fake ones. Taking another step, Adenn grunted in pain as he noticed a wound on his side. Placing his hand there to keep pressure on it, he holstered his weapons while quickly applying some bacta. Grunting again as it set in, Adenn looked up towards the Jedi. Currently his armor had smoke coming off of him, it was also scorched black in places, just leaving some faint red markings behind, and the Mandalorian Mythosaur skull was proudly emblazoned on his left shoulder with Clan Mortuis skull symbol on his right. Adenn nodded his head slightly to the Jedi, waiting to let them make the first move. He was tired and injured, but he could still put up a fight.

 

[Kishala Vi'dreya]

Kishala Vi'dreya
Location: Spaceport, Capital City, Umbara
Status: Calm and calculative
Interacting with: [member="Kyli Graf"]
Other relevant tags: [member="Gerad Naahan"]

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From where she was forced into a subservient kneel, and her own pale head held high, the subtle movements of the bulkhead sliding open only made her all the more determined to seize the opportunity before more of those bloodthirsty marauders joined her captors.

With her box containing her foci gems mistaken for mere trinkets seized and divvied, the aether witch found herself without a way of manipulating so many sentient minds. The greater their nature and the deeper their sense of self, the more challenging it was for her to slither between the fissures of their mind. As the new group were still a distance away, her only opportunity to be to stretch her influence to encompass the few that surrounded her and bewilder their senses enough to allow her to shroud herself from their eyes and sensors and escape.

But before she was able to begin her own attempt to vanish, a flash of brilliant blue pierced through the evernight of Umbara. The flame of her captor dissipated as he fell over, the blaster clattering onto the ferrocrete ground before her. The aura that has been swirling and gathering around her person became calm as more flashes flew across the expanse, each precise bolt felling the despised form of the men and women who had so ravaged her people and homeworld.

Graceful as ever, Kishala rose from her cowed position, giving the dead body of the captor which had held her down a final gaze of pure loathing before she turned to regard her saviour. The woman who approached her was exceedingly tall, her steps quiet and fluid as she addressed her. The pale lady blinked in quiet perplexity at the address, for she was a recluse, and her features and standing as one of the nobles were only known within the Rootai.

The uniform she wore was familiar, and so was the strange aura that emanated from her person, but Kishala was unable to place the other until another officer called out across the landing pad and stopped the other from executing the weakened bodies of the dying. Truly a pity, for they do not deserve mercy. Not after the atrocity they had committed. Despite the dark within howling for retribution, the aether witch paid it no heed, and instead giving the revealed features of the brunette woman a closer study.

Even as blood marred her features, she was still a beautiful young woman. It came somewhat as a revelation to the pale lady, who had thought her a man. But while Kishala could still find herself surprised by the twists and turns fate placed before her, she has always been one who traversed with the flow. As the incensed officer gave one of the waning Cadera marauder a sharp kick, her red hot anger clouding her aura like a volcanic vapour, the pale lady stepped closer towards her imposing form.

“Sergeant… Whir?” She gave the other a grateful smile, her veneer as a delicate noble adorned her person once more. “Thank you for coming to my aid. If you should ever need a favour, you have but to ask.” Kishala inclined her head towards the brunette, removing a lace handkerchief from her voluminous gauze dress and holding it up for the other to take. “Please use this. You are bleeding.” It was unfortunate that her proclivity for the dark meant that her aura was too corrupted to ever be used for healing.

She gave the slain bodies of her coterie a final glance, silently thanking them for their service before she turned back to Kyle Whir and the rest of the people who accompanied the CORSECFOR sergeant. Ever expedient and always composed, Kishala Vi’dreya did not mourn the dead, because the moment their flames left for the stream, they were already part of her past. And she only ever looked towards the future.

“What is your plan of action?” she queried. “I am familiar with the spaceport and the capital if you need me to provide directions towards the wilds.” The pale lady turned to regard the vista of the city, her silver eyes narrowing in displeasure as the souls of her brethren continued to dim and extinguish.

 

[Kier Grey]

Sergeant "Kyle Whir"
Umbara Surface, Capital City, Interstellar Spaceport, Extrasolar Terminal.
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Ahron Rol"], [member="Cotan Sar'andor"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Caedyn Arenais"], [member="Droz Munin"], [member="Horus Arseneau"], [member="Esvan Verd"], [member="John Locke"], [member="Gerad Naahan"], [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Nearby/Interacting: [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"]

Kyli's eyes studied the blood-stained porcelain visage of Kishala's skin, the woman was beautiful like a picturesque mosaic and part of her positively oozed with envy for the Vi'dreya's most palatable appearance, even coated with claret watery liquid. Hazel Spheres shot back over shoulder towards the rest of her team and those few Umbaran Civilians who had managed to survive the Mandalorian's onslaught inside the terminal, Kyli could only guess what horrible fate might await those who were not outright murdered by the barbaric savages and briefly contemplated the possibility with all seriousness that they might consume their flesh and leave only bleached bones behind as macabre trophies.

"Vlaz!" She called to the clay-skinned Security Officer Vlastni who looked towards Sergeant 'Whir' expectantly, the daughter of Tanomas Graf was known by several 'Preferred Names' within Coruscant Security Force, each were used to protect the High Chancellor's family which was rather compromised by the fact her face was now entirely visible. "Seal up that Bulkhead." Lieutenant Kaedor gave a sharp gesture with his palm and extended fingers to Vlaz who promptly worked a security terminal and viciously vandalized it afterwards by shooting it with his DC-15A Rifle. The piercing volume of the tarmac knifed into Kyli's ears and even through she wasn't supposed to experience pain the roar of desperate shuttles attempting to flee only to be grounded with surface-to-air rockets was utterly pervasive and painful.

"Kyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" Amur snarled quietly uncoiling from its' sleep in the dark recesses of her mind. Blood sheeted from her nostrils due to the cybernetic device that pulsed violently straddling the cobwebs and synapses on the brain's dorsal surface where two halves met. Fingers of left-hand clasped at her own face tightly enough for skin to be peeled clear were it not for her thin albeit strong armourweave black bodysuit glove which by some miracle was still intact Kyli's pained snarl was something you'd expect to be belched from a bull rancor rather than a Human. With pupils constricted to tightly to be nearly invisible on casual observation leaving her sockets dominated by Hazel she looked again towards Kishala and found the spindly Porcelain woman offering a fine lace handkerchief graciously.

Reaching forward Kyli carefully plucked it from Kishala's fingers and dirtied the pearl coloured lace with her soot, sweat and blood streaked face in an attempt to remove that debris but would leave her visage now tainted with a uniform charcoal quality rather than the isolated splotches that had existed previously before offering it back to the Umbaran woman. "Thank you Kishala." Kyli nodded and went to help the Umbaran Woman to her feet. "Are you alright, are you injured?" Kyli pressed the question examining Kishala closely for injuries even physically accosting the woman for a moment pulling at her fine clothes with left hand checking for holes and injuries, fortunately for once in her life she was found wanting but not disppointed with Kishala's absence of injuries, Kyli even breathed an unnecessary sigh of relief.

"Our Plan of Action?" Kyli blinked, wasn't it obvious? They were getting way out of dodge that was the plan of action but she couldn't just say that no, Kishala was a Civilian and would need a more delicate touch. But Kyli doubted she truly needed it, Kishala was dead-calm, calm enough to be a Death Trooper despite the highly distressing surroundings. Wordlessly Kyli complimented the ostensibly young and frail woman for her mental toughness. "We're getting clear of this spaceport, no doubt the Mandalorians will attempt to establish a cordon and tighten their noose around the property." She paused for a moment ushering Kishala away from the bulkhead and her slain compatriots towards the other Civilians the Coruscant Security Force Officers had successfully rescued, little did Vi'dreya know that was just a fraction of what they'd started with to Kyli's quiet shame, she hated losing people and wore the responsibility heavily even for soft, squishy, useless-in-combat Civilians.

Speaking with the other Security Officer including her Lieutenant Kyli quickly dismissed the idea of making a break for the wilds by pointing across the burning tarmac smoldering with burning hulks of passenger liners that attempted to escape. "If we run across the tarmac we're dead." She said beneath the landing pad's protective Durasteel Canopy. "Lieutenant, I suggest we leave through the waste disposal and sewer system, there looks to be an opening right over there." Kyli pointed to a metal grate covering a ladder that led down into the waste byproduct tunnels beneath their spaceport. Artario slumped over Vlastni's shoulder agreed with his carrier and Lieutenant Kaedor too appreciated and endorsed the idea.

Glancing around to the Civilians. "They might come searching for their missing squad but we'll have a head-start. We should end up in a waste processing facility or on the banks of some River by the time we're done." He paused for a moment and gestured towards Kishala's palatine shuttle. "Or, we could try to fly our way out of here despite the fact no less than three aircraft have been blown out of the Sky. Whir, you can fly. Correct?" Looking expectantly to Sergeant Whir who replied with a nod Kaedor examined the others closely including the Umbaran Civilians and local Constables seeking their input even as Mandalorians began thumping against the thick Durasteel Bulkheads flanking the landing pad. They needed to make a choice and make it soon.

"Think of any other ways out of here, into the wilderness or city?" Kyli asked Kishala gesturing to a trio of Vacant Cargo landspeeders floating nearby Vi'dreya's ship. "Those look serviceable! We'd be right out in the open until we could atleast get clear of the spaceport. We're not in any shape to get into a firefight." She intoned with a small hint of audible vengeful lament as if wishing that by some providence she might not have been otherwise forced to disengage. Kyli felt like the Mandalorians owed her a debt of blood for young Miele who had been crushed by a landing drop-pod and even though she strived for a life of dutiful meritorious service she wished oh so strongly just in that moment she might have had the opportunity to indulge in personal vengeance despite not typically being excessively vindictive, the Warriors of Clan Cadera had prevented them all from going home and Kyli now making a soundless snarl while looking at the scenes of destruction strewn over the tarmac shuddered subtly in a contained fury, wrathful release denied through a zen near jedi-like emotional Discipline.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Umbarian Capital City.​

Objective: Defend the Innocent and re-route Enemy Forces.​

Inventory: Caedyn's Jedi Armor | Personal Lightsaber | Heavy Buckler | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm.​

Present Company: [member="Havoc (CT-375)"]​

<<Looking for an Opponent>>​

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Blasterfire zipped passed him as he took his first few steps out into the open street, those shots that came close enough to him rebounding off of the spin of his blade as Caedyn spun around to face their assailants, the Antarian Rangers with him moving to open fire on the opposition decked out in Mandalorian armor. Caedyn knew the colors of Clan Cadera, though not through direct experience, Yasha Cadera was his cousin after-all and [member="Loreena Arenais"] had trained with the UCM back when it was known as the Mandalorian Empire. He didn't want to believe what he was seeing, though nor was he afforded the time to put any real thought into anything but defending himself and the civilians that were fleeing the scene.

By the time [member="Havoc (CT-375)"] had arrived, the small skirmish had fallen silent and the Rangers of the Silver Jedi Order were left to collect any sort of gear and intelligence off of the fallen whilst Caedyn had sought to get his bearings on the whole ordeal. Looking back to the rather intimidating sized droid who had asked the nature of their situation, Caedyn paused, if only to take in the share mass of the thing. He didn't realize they came in hulk size like that...-Though that said, the only droid he really knew was his father's astromech.

"Mandalorians; they're targeting civilians first..." Caedyn replied, soon turning to glance over his shoulder to the fallen who lay slain in the street-side gutter. He shook his head in frustration and disgust, "It's a massacre..." He added, soon turning to call to the small squadron of Rangers, gesturing for them all to regroup and prepare to move once more; "I'm not a CO but I'm with the Silver Order, first priority is evacuating any remaining civilians...-If we can take prisoners in the process, I'll be able to give you further answers" he nodded to Havoc before adding "Join us, you look like you could do some damage...".

[member="Kirchenhof"] | [member="Sala'dine"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Droz Munin"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]​

[member="Havoc (CT-375)"] | [member="Gerad Naahan"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="DT-2319"] | [member="Horus Arseneau"] | [member="Sko'saht"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Gianna Aegis"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Starship: "The Judiciary" Heavy Assault Cruiser.​

NPC's: Senior Officers.​

Location: Umbarian Space.​

Silver Fleet: [member="Sala'dine"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="John Locke"].​

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As the Judiciary neared Admiral [member="Sala'dine"] and her fleet, Veiere was able to bear witness to the activation of the shield gate that would serve to blockade and regulate traffic too and from the Planet, the share sight of it all caused Veiere to smile faintly to himself, though he wouldn't allow his crew to notice it as there was still a battle being waged down on the surface. "Commander, send the LLS-2's out to patrol the border, make certain that no stragglers remain" Veiere instructed purely as a precautionary measure. From the head of the bridge, the majority of his view was taken up by the glow of the Planet before them; better safe than sorry however and the ETA-4's were already on stand-by, along with the Bomber's should they be graced with the arrival of another hostile force.

"Sir, another allied fleet has entered the sector....-It's considerable" Lieutenant Rorik announced from the Comm's Station, sounding a little impressed with the Vanguard Configuration headed by [member="Voph"], "Excellent. Keep tabs on the Windu, I want to hear about it if Admiral Locke requires our assistance" Veiere replied, not needing to concern himself with their allies as they were more than capable of holding their own. From where he stood looking out, the World of Umbara was successfully being blockaded and with the absence of an enemy fleet save for Aeden Mile's questionable presence, those responsible were either going to die fighting down there, or wind up being taken into custody by the Silver Jedi if they were lucky...-If luck wasn't on their side, the Confederacy would take them and Force help them were that to be the case.

"Admiral Sala'dine, the Judiciary is awaiting your word" Veiere informed his superior officer, the Judiciary coming to a slow drift as the scene before them continued to unfold.

 

[Decious]

Location: Umbaran Capital City
Objective: Evacuate Civilians, take Mandalorian prisoners
Allies: [member="Caedyn Arenais"] and other CIS/SO forces

"Take prisoners", the words damn near didn't compute with Havoc's audio receptors. However, the Exarch gave him expressed orders to aid the Jedi and "nothing more." So if the Jedi wanted prisoners, that's what he'd do. "There's no stun setting on a lightsaber, but I will do what I can." Detaching his 3rd and 4th arms, he used them to activate his comlink; "Commander, move our ships into position. Coordinate with Silver Order forces. You are to follow their orders from this point forward while I continue my mission on the surface."* Havoc tucked his comlink away and then ignited his other two lightsaber, holding one in each hand as he stood up.

"You may not be a commanding officer but my orders are to assist your order in whatever way I can. If you lead the way, I will follow." This had to be a test. Adron must've purposely given him this assignment to gauge how tight of a leash he would need to tame Havoc.


*([member="Veiere Arenais"] or any other CIS/SO forces in space. Feel free to RP as my ships. 3 Providence Class Cruisers. Just try not to break them too much.)

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Objectives: Get to Ground, stop the attack.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Beskar'gam, Blasters, EMP Grenades, Fragmentation Grenades, Undersuit, Vambraces
Troops: 200 Clanker Droids, 24 Clone Troopers
Target: For the Moment Enemy NPCS, PCs as opportunities arise

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRlvC3dWu_U​

Frankly, these Mandalorians were, by their actions, denying their souls to the Manda. And no ancient god would have condoned actions of targeting civilians first. There was no honor in killing unarmed people. As bad as Kaine was, as bad as Yasha was, this wasn't their MO. They rushed at the strong, whooping like lunatics and challenging them WHILE slaughtering all the innocents they could. They were murderers and would happily kill everyone, but with this many threats around, the Mandalorians mostly seemed to ignore them, they were attempting to cause emotions to rise. It was unnatural, but it was a puzzle for later. Frankly, the number of enemy Mandalorians was relatively small, a single clan. Powerful, as all Mando'ade were. But there was none of that flashy technology, none of the heavy hitters that should have been there. It didn't add up. Whoever had done this was simply stupid....or wanting something.

As it soared over the city, the fast corvette opened up its turbolasers on any shuttle craft, transport, basilisk droid, or anything else the Mandalorians had used to land on the planet, and would use to get off. It would be fast attacks. As Voph entered the battle, she called out, and began to pour information to his ship database. Ship types, enemy troop movements, targets, encrypted comms they had captured and as much sensor data as they can. “It's weird. This is more the type of attack you would expect from deep space pirates, not Mando'ade. No honor, no sense But, they are doing a damned good job slaughtering, so each is highly skilled. Master, if you would, use your fighters to target the ships on the GROUND, not the capital ships. Trap them. Deny them objectives, deny them the capacity to maneuver We need to box them in.”


The ship hovered over the area where Caedyn was located, and it opened up. Allya, her droids, and clones dropped out. The ship closed it's cargo doors, and rocketed off. The armor of Allya had the crest for the Confederacy, as well as Clan Vi'Dreya. She placed her right first over her heart in a salute. “Allya Vi'Dreya, Confederacy Dauntless Forces. We are here to help. We don't have a lot of time. We need to begin evacuating as many as we can, while a group of us buys time for the evacuations by fighting directly. I'm heading in." She made the orders to her troops, activated each of her suit's systems and prepared to head into the war zone. Her lightsaber hissed as it activated, and one of her blasters was soon in her hand. Once more she moved into danger. No fear, only disgust. These enemy Mando'ade were WEAK. Why? Their choice of a target, no honor, no glory, no respect would go to these people. She would make them pay. Many would never return to their families, and when the battle was done, she would make sure not a single soul could return to the Manda. The dark side cloaked Allya. To the force users around her, it would appear like black tendrils would be extending out from her body, as she prepared for war.


[member="Voph"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kyli Graf"] | [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Sala'dine"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Havoc (CT-375)"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Capital City, Umbara
Objective: Protect the innocent
Nearby: [member="Caedyn Arenais"] ; [member="Havoc (CT-375)"]


In his quest to find the mysterious individual who could help him unlock the Varanin holocron, Ember had found himself in the Expansion Region planet of Umbara. To no avail. Instead, the Jedi Knight was tossed into a savage warzone on his fourth day on the world.

Mandalorians had stormed Umbara with the aim of complete massacre not any different than the Mandalorian invasion of Utapau in which he battled the warriors side by side with [member="Joza Perl"]. Forces of the Silver Jedi, and lately of the Confederacy, had united to fend off the attackers. It reminded him of that fateful battle of Coruscant where all went south not only for him and [member="Anais Auraeli"] but for many, many others.

Once more he had to try and help the helpless. The innocent lives whose life was turned upside down in one moment. Lives who most only saw as numbers. A viewpoint that was sadly shared by a lot of contemporary Jedi, as well.

With his cloak on his head and his lightsaber concealed beneath his robe, Ember aimed to keep a low profile. He shuffled through an almost ruined building near a unit of soldiers and a young Jedi that led them. Beside him - a droid. He was able to overhear their conversation as he stepped out of the building to appear before them with hands raised in the air. In the end, Ember did not want to be accidentally shot by someone trigger happy.

"Prisoners? You have no time for prisoners. There's already too much dead to focus on anything else than protecting the innocents." Ember explained firmly. "You're a Jedi, are you not?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location:
 Umbara Capital City
Allies:
 [member="Droz Munin"] | [member="Esvan Verd"] | [member="DT-2319"] | [member="Zann Munin"]
Enemies:
 SJO
Objective:
 Slaughter



I have become-
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We have become war and death​




He could feel his heart racing like lightning; his core rumbling with fire. In short words, Vilaz felt very much alive with the battle escalating by the minute. Seeing his loyal subordinates driving fear into the civilians and terror to their saviors boasted his pride. From the city limits of the Capital City they had entered the heart of the settlement. More blood to be spilled and lives submitted to death. He pulled out his beskad from a recent corpse that he had impaled, a female by its looks, and continued to march with his fellow kin in order to establish dominance of the city.


"Akaan," one of Vilaz's officers hailed him via comms, ”our scans have picked up hostile reinforcements arriving at the Capital City's boundaries opposite from us. What shall we do?"



Expected, what else was he waiting from the Jedi?



”One sec," and began reaching out to another officer of his: Droz. While Vilaz did bring a large quantity of his warriors on this raid, he was sure to be outnumbered as the Jedi would aid from different systems in their territory. This was war and he was an esteemed artist of it. He did have a plan in case they were trapped, and it was a "barbaric" thing to do.



"Droz, ya hear me? I need you to take some warriors and round up any civilians you come across. Doesn't have to be civvies; take soldiers, Jedi, anyone that doesn't wear our banners. I'll be fighting off the Jedi to give you some time."



The comms ended and the Warlord would lead his men to the fight in front of them. It wasn't just infantry here, the Munin also brought armor with him. Some would stay behind to support Droz, and the rest would follow to engage the enemy's personnel and vehicles. Something the Jedi would not know was that they wouldn't find any prisoners today, or at least they'd have a rough time capturing one. Sons and daughters of Clan Munin were all instructed to never allow themselves to captured by the enemy as they would be dishonored by the Clan. They rather take their own lives in blazing glory than be humiliated in captivity and share that humiliation with their brethren. A cruel tactic...for the Jedi and others.



As for the blazing rockets above the earth of Umbara, Vilaz's fleet would maintain a tight formation. Batteries and cannons firing at their targets, fighters engaged with other pilots, and bombers ready to make their runs. One thing the Jedi would take notice was that their interdictors would receive a slight bit more attention than their other vessels. Bombers with their escorts would fly to barrage these interdictors along with several batteries of the capital ships would fire their rounds. This was a raid, not an invasion. It was meant to be swift and bloody while able to leave their print that Clan Cadera of the Mandalorian Empire was responsible for this pillaging. All in the name of Mandalore and it’s Sole Ruler.

 

[Decious]

Location: Umbaran Capital City
Objective: Assist the Jedi
Allies: [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"]

Havoc looked down at the man before him. "What was your first clue? My red lightsabers?" Havoc lifted his four arms, each holding an activated red red blade. "If you just know, my primary function used to be killing Jedi. However, in this situation, I am under direct orders to provide as much assistance is needed. If you want prisoners, I will be happy to oblige. Just don't expect them to have all their limbs still attached."

Havoc rotated his blades menacingly as merely a display of power, nothing more. After a couple rotations, he returned to his neutral stance. This was going to be torture. Maybe he was wrong, maybe Adron didn't intend for this to be a test, instead it was just some sick joke to keep Adron entertained at Havoc's expense. Whatever the motives, Havoc had his orders and intended them to the letter. "Now, are we going to stand around and get to know each other better or are we going to actually save some civilians?"

 

[WelshGuy]

Objective: Protect Umbara
Allies: SJO
Enemies: Mandalorians

Gripping his bow, Yuroic narrowed his eyes as he hunted down Mandalorians. These were not worthy of the word honour, hunting down people who were not fighters, slaughtering the weak and taking pleasure from it. From what Yuroic knew, Mandalorians were meant to only want to fight the strongest of foes to prove their worth. Killing the civilians of a peaceful world was not something that Yuroic thought was honourable and these people were no Mandalorians. Firing an arrow, Yuroic watched as the arrow sailed through the air and contacted the armour of a Mandalorian as they moved away from the docks, the explosion fired blasting into the back of the Mandalorian killing them instantly. From there, Yuroic fired several more arrows attacking more Mandalorians.

Exhaling slowly, his eyes scanned around the area. Force bubbling inside him as he moved through the docks and into the main city. There he saw several Mandalorians attempting to take slaves, moving in swiftly, Yuroic twirled his bow and used the energy drawstring to slice his opponents. Stopping them from taking slaves, his anger boiling as he gripped another Mandalorian and used the Force to crush them in their armour. His skills with Force Crush wasn't as strong as Krest's, the man who taught him the technique, they were enough to do severe harm to an opponent. Yuroic moved from opponent to opponent, attacking them with his bow, his arrows and the Force. Gracefully transiting from one to the other as he attacked. His armour taking a few shots now and then when he was too focused on killing a particular Mandalorian.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Umbarian Capital City.​

Objective: Defend the Innocent and re-route Enemy Forces.​

Inventory: Caedyn's Jedi Armor | Personal Lightsaber | Heavy Buckler | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm.​

Present Company: [member="Havoc (CT-375)"], [member="Ember Farseer"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"].​

<<Looking for an Opponent>>​

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Momentary disbelief took to Caedyn's expression as he turned to look back at [member="Ember Farseer"] in astonishment, he didn't have the time to be arguing with anyone, yet he also didn't need to justify saving as many lives as they possibly could. [member=Allya Vi'Dreya] and her troops had arrived, for which Caedyn was quick to welcome with silent relief, and [member="Havoc (CT-375)"] appeared to be feeling the urgency of the situation as well. "I'm Je'daii" Cayden answered, correcting the Jedi Knight before turning his attention towards Allya, clearly a follower of Bogan and primed with the power of the deity.

"How're things looking from the air?" He asked her as they began to be on the move once more, filing in with her people a little too casually. Perhaps the formidable droid, Havoc, would be pleased to be among more of his peers, if he even had emotional capacity designed within his metal frame. Reaching for his commlink, Caedyn glanced back to Allya briefly "I'm going to call for an extraction team, we can get any Civ's in the area to transports and outta harms way" He informed her, not placing himself in any means of giving her instructions but simply explaining his intentions.

"This is Caedyn Arenais with the Silver Order, calling for any available EVAC Transports. We have Civilians in the sector, require immediate response and extraction", he looked back to the others, his gaze briefly looking to Ember Farseer wondering if he'd say anything further. Caedyn didn't know the man at all, though their priorities seemed to be reversed to his own. With his Antarian Rangers nearby, the younger man then turned to give them instructions.

"Set up a perimeter and clear it out, keep watch for friendlies coming skyward, this is now an LZ for the locals. Any hostiles that interfere, you have permission to eliminate" he didn't like the idea of giving the okay for others to kill, but this was war and these Mandalorian's hadn't given them a choice when they'd chosen to lay siege to an innocent world.

[member="Kirchenhof"] | [member="Sala'dine"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Droz Munin"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"] |[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]​

[member="Havoc (CT-375)"] | [member="Gerad Naahan"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="DT-2319"] | [member="Horus Arseneau"] | [member="Sko'saht"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Gianna Aegis"] | [member="Reshmar"]​

 

[Soundwave]

D r o z _ M u n i n

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Objective | Slaughter and wreak havoc
Company | Fellow Marauders
Targets | Civilians / Anyone who gets in his way

Droz had arrived at the capital with his marauders, blaster pistols in hand as a scene of carnage had unfolded around him. The others masquerading as Clan Cadera had been quite busy making sure to burn the emblem of Clan Cadera into the iris' of every man, woman, and child on Umbara. The raid was going beautifully as fires spread throughout the capital like wildfire, and thanks to Droz's earlier ambushes, had significantly slowed the arrival of Umbaraan reinforcements to the capital. The Confederacy appeared to have come in full force, which was anticipated given their relations to the Silver Jedi, though their arrival was a lot sooner than anticipated. A problem that had a simple solution in allowing the marauders to get off world, and Droz already had a plan to coerce the enemy into submission, lest they brand themselves as heartless protectors.

Droz found himself dealing with a mix of Confederacy and Silver Jedi forces as his marauders fought back, each with the viciousness of dozens of soldiers. Droz would lead his brothers and sister with valor and wrath not seen on a battlefield for quite some time. Rockets sailed through the air and disrupted enemy formations as blaster bolts fired from the ground and the air to cut down any who had been separated from the main group. They operated much like a pack of wolves, finding prey to cut away from the main herd before tearing them apart. A Jedi would leap at Droz, swinging their saber at his neck in an attempt to take out the Mandalorian. Droz would step back as the tip of the lightsaber blade flew just a few centimeters away from his neck, lifting his blasters up as he let loose with a quartet of shots that were deflected off into the ground.

The Jedi would swing their saber from a multitude of directions, Droz twisting and turning his body to evade the strikes as he waited for the right opportunity to strike. The Jedi would go for an overhead swing as Droz raised his blaster pistols up in an X-shaped manner, catching their blade between his songsteel plated pistols. He would stare into the young Jedi's eyes, flames dancing off the reflective T-Visor he wore before he delivered a devastating headbutt that dazed the Jedi. He'd push his pistols up, sending the Jedi's lightsaber back before hooking his arm around their neck and bringing their head down to their stomach level, sending his knee into their face repeatedly as he assaulted and battered the Jedi's face. He'd lift the Jedi's head back up as he wrapped one hand around their throat, ready to use the crushgaunt in order to collapse their windpipe and snap their neck in a brief instant.

A series of clicks were heard in his helmet as he was receiving a message over encrypted channels. " Droz, ya hear me? I need you to take some warriors and round up any civilians you come across. Doesn't have to be civvies; take soldiers, Jedi, anyone that doesn't wear our banners. I'll be fighting off the Jedi to give you some time. " He'd pause before nodding and sent acknowledgement back as he looked back at the Jedi whom he held by the throat, they were more or less on the brink of unconsciousness, with blood streaming down their forehead. He'd reach down as he pulled something from behind his back before latching a collar onto their neck. It was a bomb collar, one of many he had brought just for such an occasion. They were wired to detonate should whoever placed the collar died and could be remotely detonated, making it very difficult for anyone attempting to rescue the hostage, but also making them a very convincing and valuable bargaining chip.

The message had been relayed to the rest of the marauders in the capital as they took hostages and strapped bomb collars to their necks before bringing them together in a herd to Droz's position. Jedi, soldiers, civilians, it mattered not who received a collar. If they were unfortunate enough to be captured, they would be taken hostage with their lives at stake, and it was a sizable group as well. Droz would turn to one of his marauders, a skilled slicer who rather than participating in the bloodshed, had been diligently working on slicing their way into the communication network across Umbara. Once the slicing had been completed, control would be handed over to Droz as he began broadcasting on all open channels for the Confederacy, the Silver Jedi, and all of Umbara to hear. His helmeted face and voice would be seen and heard across any screen that was connected to a public network.

" This is a message to all those present on Umbara, as witnesses to the wrath of the United Clans of Mandalore. We will not submit and be trampled upon by our enemies, we will not suffer nor tolerate any longer, the shame that you have cast upon us. " Droz's helmet would fizzle out of existence as a live feed of the prisoners strapped with bomb collars began to run with his voice over it. " We have hostages, and we will not hesitate to blow their heads off for all of you to see if you refuse our demands. And don't try any of your noble nonsense and attempt to rescue or take them by force. Their collars are set to detonate at the push of a button, or if you foolishly attempt to gun down any of my brothers and sisters. You will return any of our clansmen you have captured, you will lower your planetary shield, and you will let us vacate the system without harm, or so help me, I will execute your people one by one for all to see in the name of Manda'lor. They will all die because of your failure to comply. Stand down, there will be no room to negotiate or I will start handing you corpses in response. Once we have reached a suitable distance to leave the system you will be allowed to send a transport to collect your hostages, you have my word and honor on Clan Cadera that they will be unharmed if our demands are met. " The communication would fizzle out as Droz would disappear from the screens.


| [member="Sala'dine"] | ​[member="Coren Starchaser"] | ​[member="Aedan Miles"] | ​[member="Gir Quee"] | ​[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | ​[member="Veiere Arenais"] | ​[member="Caedyn Arenais"] | ​[member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | ​[member="Esvan Verd"] | ​[member="John Locke"] | ​[member="Allya Vi'dreya"] | ​[member="Horus Arseneau"] | ​[member="DT-2319"] | ​[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | ​[member="Adron Malvern"] | ​[member="Gerad Naahan"] | ​[member="Havoc (CT-375)"] | ​[member="Sko'Saht"] | ​[member="Vilaz Munin"] | ​[member="Kishala Vi'dreya"] | ​[member="Kyli Graf"] | ​[member="Gianna Aegis"] | ​[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | ​[member="Srina Talon"] | ​[member="Razelle Breuner"]​ |[member="Ahron Rol"] | ​[member="Reshmar"] | ​[member="Zann Munin"] | ​[member="Voph"] | ​[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | ​[member="Ember Farseer"] |

 

[Coren Starchaser]

How was it that everywhere he was, Cotan was sure to be? It didn’t matter, not for Coren. His nearly-name twinned Judge was one of his closest… friends? Yes, lets go with friends. Looking up from the explosion, Coren was breathing a bit as he looked up. Sure, a crater in the ground, but that was not the biggest issue here. They were firing on civilians.

Tapping on his ear, he nodded. “Jedi, if you’re reading this, we have Mandos taking the fight to civilians. Get them safe, and activate your beacons. I’ll try to focus their efforts. If you are in the fight, we’re going to converge. Stay safe, watch each others’ backs.” He all but ordered. He had been slacking with taking the Praxeum students out to the fight, but this was support for the Silvers, if anyone was here from the Prax, or the old NJO frequencies, they should be getting his call.

He was going to do what he did best, and get them to shoot at him.

“Once more into the breach?” A grin came across the Jedi’s face, his saber-pike dark at the moment, until he turned on his heel, igniting the blue blade as he retracted the telescopic handle down to a normal sized blade.

[member="Cotan Sar’andor"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Caedyn Arenais"]
[member="John Locke"]
[member="Ember Farseer"]
[member="Allya Vi’Dreya"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Capital City, Umbara
Objective: Protect the innocent
Nearby: [member="Caedyn Arenais"] ; [member="Havoc (CT-375)"]

He dropped his arms down as the droid replied rather than the younger man with the lightsaber. Its reply made him raise an eyebrow for only a moment before he started wondering why the younger man pronounced the word Jedi differently. Ember found it a waste of time trying to figure that out as there were more pressing matters at hand.

Not even the appearance of someone clearly channeling the dark side of the Force nearby was a priority right now.

"Good idea, Je'daii. The district ahead of here is heavily congested and its taken a large portion of damage. It might be a good idea to call for medical reinforcements on the ground, either. Guns cannot heal those who are in immediate need and transporting them back up may be too late for others." As if to prove his point a few dozen men and women poured out of the ruined building behind him.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Evacuate the civilians
Allies: SJO CIS [member="Voph"] [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: (Rogue?) Mandalorians

"They started killing civilians by going straight for them, general!"

"Commence evacuation! Weapons tight! But do take as many prisoners as you can if you are under attack. Protect the train station! Bring as many civilians onto the next outbound train as we can get, and the train is to travel under escort"

The bloodshed started happening, and straight for the civilians at that. It made the would-be Mando attackers all the more suspicious. Also, what units were not tied to defensive positions, well, began herding what civilians they could. But they knew evacuating civilians from a battle zone was not going to be easy, even more so if the enemy was closing in on more of them and opened fire. And weapons tight, even though it originally came from anti-aircraft warfare, meant here that they could only fire at hostiles if the hostiles fired first. And yet, if the need to take the civilians off-world was a necessity, the giant shield over the area would be making things much more difficult. But, otherwise, there was one question mark: how many could make it to the paths to the train station? Even then, she knew that there were only so many civilians that could make it on the trains. For those that can't make it, however, Jessica had to do something. She couldn't, in good conscience, abandon those at the mercy of the enemy. Thankfully the airpower the Confederates brought in tow would help with both escorting the train and the airlifted evacuation.

"The train station has limited capacity! For the rest, what should we do?"

"Get them to the nearest buildings with a landing pad or flat roof, get gunships to each of those buildings and collect the civilians on their way out - but watch out for enemy artillery, AA or otherwise"

 

[WelshGuy]

Objective: Protect the civilians and call out the so-called Mandalorians
Allies: SJO
Enemies: Marauders, [member="Droz Munin"]

Pulling on the drawstring, Yuroic released an arrow and shot down another Mandalorian. His body calm and letting his emotions flow freely in a safe manner as he executed these marauders one by one. Clearing the area he was in. Another four or five down, his breathing was slightly heavier, it had been awhile since he had pushed himself in terms of fighting multiple enemies in a single bout. The life of being a sort of step-father and being with Jairdain meant that he often tried to spend more time at the Temple with them than he did fighting and training as hard as he use to. Ready to move forward, his comms blinked into life seeing the hostage situation that Droz had put the civilians in. The fear in their faces and tears streaming down their faces. There was a threat of ending their lives, using them as bargaining chips to get an escape. Bomb collars, a cowards weapon, a slaver's weapon. Anger boiled through his veins as Yuroic remembered a similar collar strapped to his throat.

Tapping his comms, he called the Mandalorian back. Speaking in Mandalorian, Yuroic responded, "Di'kut, meh gar kyr'amur them, gar ash'amur!" Switching back to Basic, Yuroic continued. "I will hunt down every last one of you on this planet, you cannot escape here after what you have done. Either surrender or face me yourself. Only a coward hides behind civilians. I thought you Mandalorians were better than weak cowards." Yuroic snarled, he then showed the Mandalorian a real threat. Finding another one attempting to take a slave, Yuroic ignited his Lightsaber and with an unnatural quick flick of his wrist beheaded the Mandalorian for Droz to see. "Kill them and you will suffer a fate much worse than death, that I can swear." Ending the message to the Mandalorian.

Yuroic was curious to see if the Mandalorian in charge would respond to such a challenge, a threat. Either he would kill the civilians and ensure his people's demise, challenge Yuroic to a one on one fight, or have to surrender. Unless he killed himself, but Yuroic doubted that the Mandalorian, even one as despicable as this one would go there. Yuroic stood, Lightsaber in hand on the answer.