Diplomacy Diplomatic Fight [TSE & MU] : Katarr/Aqauris, Velmor, Azure

[Adenn Kyramud]

1, Fight:
Take the fight to whatever TSE forces are there. Fight them tooth and nail to free these planets from their foul presence.
Or be one of those standing to keep what is rightfully yours. Hold back those frakking Mandos, and ensure what is rightfully yours remains so.

2 Aid:
These people have suffered, so they'll need everything. Food, water, shelter. Everything and anything can help. Doesn't matter who you are, help the people survive these battles!

3 Safety Net:
There are VIPs on the planets, ranging from former government officials, to high value targets, to people with skill and know how. Find them, secure them however possible. The current government is loyal to the TSE, they will be disposed of. These former and renegade officials, they are loyal to their people. We need them, so help them, ensure their safety.
Or ensure they never help the MU bring freedom to these planets, ensure the government the TSE put into place remains and no radical thoughts can form.

4 BYOO:
You know the drill, have fun!

War raged against the Sith, the mosted hated foe of the Mandalorians. And yet... they couldn't join, not yet. Despite the constant attacks the Sith Empire faced, they were still far too numerous, and the Mandalorians too few. So they watched and waited, planning to strike where the Sith were weakest. In time, that opportune time to strike. That time was now, for the Sith were focused to the North, dealing with countless invasions of their territory. This left their southern territory weakened, ripe for invasion. Simply put, they were relatively lightly defended, and that meant these shackled planets could be freed from the grips of the Sith. It meant more worlds could be freed from the dar'jetii, more worlds that would help strengthen and advance the Mandalorians.

With the time to strike finally upon them, the Mandalorian warriors prepared for war. Armor was finalized, weapons armed, supplies readied. The worlds they would be taking needed freedom from the Sith, but they also needed help to rebuild, and treat the populace. Thus, many supplies and building materials would be needed to help those in need, even as the warriors of Mandalore fought off the Sith. For that, they had also chosen their targets carefully, moving to take them in sections, and reinforce each warzone. They would take Katarr/Aqauris, Velmor, and Azure, all in one swift attack, before moving onto the next planets.

Targets selected, all supplies readied, and warriors waiting for the word, the Mandalorians finally moved. They left their home ports and set forth to their targeted planets, ready, willing, and more than eager to free the shackles of Sith rule. They would take this sector of space, and a portion of the vengeance they were due would be paid.

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In every targeted system, fleets of Mandalorian ships emerged from hyperspace. They transitioned as close as they dared, and then activated afterburners. Each ship flew as fast as possible to the planets, ready, willing, and eager to free the planet from Sith, to break their hold on these places. Sith ships on the other hand mobilized relatively quickly, noting the ships and crying the alarm. Defense fleets mobilized, moving to engage Mandalorian vessels, even as Sith forces on the planets prepared for a battle unlike any other.

Despite the best efforts of the Sith fleet, a similar attack plan panned out across each planet attacked. The Mandalorians emerged, charged forth, and dropped soldiers to the ground as quickly as possible, even as they engaged Sith ships. Cities were quick to be attacked, as concentrations of enemies were to be found there. But military bases were targeted just as quickly, if not more so. Yet even as Mandalorian elements landed to wage war, more landed in cities and outlying towns to provide aid, and help the populace. It would be as much a battle of skill and soldiers, as one to win the hearts and minds of the people, and free them of Sith indoctrination.

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Barreling towards one such city, on the planet of Velmor, was Adenn Kyramud, and with him was Clan Mortui. They had long held back war from Mandalorian planets, held the peace for Mandalore and her people. Now they would bring war to Sith planets, and soon protect them as well. And Clan Mortui specialized in such matters, particularly siege warfare. Though these planets wouldn't devolve into a true siege, they would need to be broken, before they could be fully healed and fixed. For that reason, heavy forces came down to the planet, hellbent and very eager to bring fire and flame to the Sith and their forces.

In a matter of minutes, their ships came down onto the surface of the planet, landing in organized masses, even as anti air fire spat into them. Some ships were lost, but not enough, and of those lost, some still survived. Regardless, from the ships that had landed, Mandalorians strode forth. Armed and armored to the teeth, these vode were more than ready for battle, ready to wage war. At their head was Adenn himself, beside him was his second, Gunner, and around them were his elite bodyguard, the Beskad Elite. And around all of them, Clan Mortui advanced, tanks spilling forth, alongside war droids. Every last one of them marching towards their target, towards the city.

There were no true defenses, but that didn't stop various defenders from shooting at them. It didn't prevent engines of war from traveling forth to prepare to battle with Clan Mortui's forces. And it all happened at Adenn's orders, before his own eyes. It brought him joy to finally go to war, to fight the dar'jetii once more. At the very forefront of their advancing lines, soon to reach the city, Adenn breathed deep the scent of battle in the air. This would be glorious, and every planet taken would aid them all the more.

OOC Note:
Here it is, the diplomatic fight for these worlds. Each of the planets has the same objectives, you need only fulfill them. But for the number of writers we have, it'd probably be best if we're all on the same planet. That way everyone can thread together. So, may I welcome you to Velmor! Our main planet of conquest, while the same happens to other planets.

In regards to advancing the story, anything big will be posted in a similar format to this post, though some smaller posts will showcase what's happening. But the general story is up to you! And yes, I'll be joining, so not every post of mine will showcase everything, but every few will. Other than that, remember to have fun, this is for some light hearted action, and to advance all our stories. Enjoy!

Below I've tagged anyone and everyone who was in the OOC thread. If you're part of the TSE or MU, feel free to join! Allies welcome, but please ask first.
Tags

Spoiler

Cara Dorniarn | Mellifluous Magenta | Marimax Mortui | Ardana Vorco | Alina Tremiru | Kranak Vizsla | Mig Gred

 

[Mig Gred]

Spoiler: Nurse and Protect

Objective: 1 & 2
Forces: 1st MIL Battalion, 1st Armored Platoon, 1x MOB-2 Leatherback, HA-2 Pikes
Tags: Cara Dorniarn , open

The Leatherback pushed it's way, shield not activated at this point as it moved into position. The large particle cannon let loose a shot in the direction of the Sith forces as Wraith Division and the Netherhounds pushed with her. Mig ran on the ground as the large machine began to rumble to a halt. It was great that it's transport wasn't shot down on the way to the surface. He looked up, hitting his comms.

"Activate the shield! We need to hold for evac to get here." He then looked at the Netherhounds. "We're here to protect folks, ok! We don't leave them. Got it?"

"Yes sir!"

"Oya!"

And with that the teams would move, quickly getting civilians behind the cover of the Leatherback. The shields and armor would protect them until the transports showed up. At the same time, the Wraiths got moving, trying to distract any heavy forces the Sith might have in the area. Working such a forward position wasn't exactly anyone's idea of fun, but Mig had his job, and he wasn't going to let the civilians here to get hurt in the crossfire.

 

[Terence]

Diplomatic Fight​

Objective: 1
Location: Skies of Velmor
Notable Equipment: Burra Starfighter
Tags: Cadere

And then the Mandalorians joined the fray. The attack may not have been the most convenient for the Sith Empire - in fact, it seemed rather inconvenient, all things considered. It was a sign that the aggressors did something right - for if they only attacked when it was convenient for their opponents they would be rather wasteful indeed. Still, he was impressed - for Mandalorians always thirsted for their honour in combat and attacking the Sith was far from obvious from that point of view. Maybe the occupation of Mandalore and the devastation that followed had something to do with it. Regardless, Terence was rather happy - for it meant that he had plenty of opportunities to find work.

This day, he served the Sith, quite comfortable in the defending team. Weaving in and out of range from the corvettes above, Terence did his best to harass the dropships raining down upon the planet's surface. He could already see a pattern - for some reason, the attackers didn't seem to care much for capturing the countryside. Instead, they seemed to focus on taking the cities and smaller settlements. It put many in a hard spot - for both factions wanted to keep the planets they were fighting on and urban warfare tended to lead to a lot of property damage.

Breaking off from the main fight, the smuggler swept down over some forces which had just landed. From the looks of it, they belonged to Clan Mortui but it was really hard to tell as he fired a barrage of laser bolts at them from above, abusing their lack of mobility as they debarked from their transports. A few of the bolts his laser cannons fired went directly towards the apparent leader of the forces he was attacking, and his staff immediately nearby.

Knowing that he probably couldn't linger for too long, Terence headed straight into the city where friendly forces were still very much present safety in between the buildings could be found. Still, he was just passing through, for after a few minutes, he would reappear to assault incoming forces from another flank. He threw a glance up at the aerial battle above to ensure that nobody was diving at him but so far, it appeared like he was safe. And with that in mind, the attack could continue. The forces he was attacking now seemed to be in a rough spot - for on one end, they had a city filled with Sith forces and on the other, a large mountain with numerous canyons and mesas.

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Velmor
Local Time: 01:21
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED- (However, 1 Week Before the Invasion of Velmor)
Objective: Conduct Reconnaissance in the Area of Operations in Velmor
Equipment: Loadout 2

They had just made planetfall on Velmor undetected, HALO jumping out of M30-S Krayt Gunships and landing safely with jetpacks. They were a company of Mandalorian Supercommandos numbering in five platoons, with sixteen Supercommandos each platoon. Kranak was a part of one such platoon for this operation. At the time their current objective was to conduct reconnaissance operations and identify military installations of the Sith presence in the planet -among other things- before the invasion commenced and relay the acquired intelligence to command using the communications equipment they brought along, all the while remaining undetected until the invasion commenced.

Their current priority was to create a small, hidden base of operations in Velmor. There was a large forest to the north, about thirty kilometers to the north. Their Al’verde decided it was a good place to set up shop. With that, the company moved out, heading towards the forest. Under light and noise discipline at all times, they used the cover of the night and marched in a single column line headed to the forest in silence, all the while scanning their sectors for any movement. With no rests in between, it took them close to four hours to reach the edge of the forest. They grew tired at the end of their march at the forest, but it wasn’t the time to get some rest, not yet. After entering the large forest, It didn’t take them too long to find a good spot to set up a hidden camp in the forest. It took them about thirty minutes to set up the camp. The communications equipment was put together and a situation report of their current status was sent to command shortly after. The tired commando’s would then take rest shortly after assigning those who were less tired on sentry duty. Kranak was among the ones that took the sentry duty. The sun was dawning ever so slowly from the east as time passed on, with the morning fog gently filling the forest; the sound of wildlife coming alive not too far from the camp. “A beautiful planet.” he thought to himself as he continued to scan his surroundings while on guard duty. The sentry change was due in three hours later.

In the following days until the invasion day, the company of Mandalorian Supercommandos would be sent out of the camp in small squads to conduct reconnaissance on their surroundings, marking down places good for ambushes, roads, bridges, towns, Sith garrisons, Sith supply depots, Sith anti-aircraft batteries and other Sith military installations in the region where the Mandalorian invasion force would make planet fall. Every bit of gathered intel was relayed back to command in order for them to formulate their invasion strategy accordingly. When the invasion had begun, the main objective for this company was being a thorn on the side of the Sith.They would be destroying or delaying Sith QRF’s, taking out or delaying supply convoys, conducting raids or sabotage on Sith supply depots, decommissioning Sith anti-aircraft placements and taking out high value targets in the region.



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Location: Velmor
Local Time: 05:29
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED- (Invasion Day)
Objective: Complete Given Objectives (Objective 1: Fight)
Equipment: Loadout 2
Tags: Open For Opposition

It was the day of the invasion. The main Mandalorian force would be making planetfall in three hours, according to the time table they were given. The platoon leaders were called to the command tent for their mission briefings. Every platoon would be having their fair share of objectives to complete for the day. As the rest of the platoons waited for the return of their platoon leads, the Supercommandos readied themselves for the battle to ensue. Everyone was checking and re-checking their weapons and equipment, making sure everything was in order. They had a long day ahead of them, afterall. The camp was silent, however. There wasn’t any form of banter between the Mandalorian Supercommandos. All of them would get serious prior to a mission, readying themselves in silence. Kranak sat down on the ground, resting his back against a fallen, broad tree trunk; next to his platoon while making the final touches on his hooded poncho and Kama. He had inserted strings, threads and foliage under the netting of his poncho and his Kama, all in the color of the terrain they would be fighting on. After he was satisfied with his work, he turned his attention to his weapon platforms, making sure to break their silhouette by applying threads and strings, similar to ones he used on his hooded poncho and Kama. When he was done, he would re-check the rest of his gear until his platoon leader came back to brief them.

It was not long for him to come back. Kranak and the rest of his fellow Supercommandos noticed the platoon leaders exiting the command tent, with their platoon leader coming their way. He raised his right hand vertically overhead, palm to the front, and waved in large, horizontal circles for a moment, signalling them to assemble around him for briefing. Kranak stood up with his Verpine Shatter Rifle clutched on his hands and walked towards the platoon leader. The rest of the Supercommandos in his platoon followed suit. They gathered around him and listened to the mission briefing.

[“Alright adike (lads), we got a lengthy to-do list on our hands here, but these objectives may change over the course of the battle to come.”] He paused shortly as he pressed on one of the buttons on his left vambrace, which highlighted the platoon’s first objective on their respective HUD’s in their helmets. [“Our first objective will be planting detpacks on these roads heading to the planet’s capital,”] their HUD’s showed the region’s map, with small, yellow pings flashing on the exact locations they would be setting up the traps on the roads. [“That way, we will be delaying or completely preventing enemy QRF’s reaching the landing zones. We will be moving in the cover of the dark to reach our objective.”] He said. It was still dark, there were two hours until dawn at the time. [“We will then move on to our second objective.”] The image in their HUD’s changed to the pictures of a sizable supply depot in a valley. They've taken pictures of the military installations they would later conduct operations at while doing reconnaissance a week ago.[“We will be conducting an infiltration on this enemy installation before day break. We will be locating ammo dumps in the compound and set explosives on them. The timer on the charges will be set to forty-five minutes. That should give us enough time to reach our next objective without alerting the enemy to our presence.”] with the push of a button, the images in their HUD’s changed once more, and for the final time. They were now looking at the pictures of several anti-aircraft batteries on a wooded hill, roughly four kilometers to the west of the Sith supply depot they were to sabotage. Most of the anti-aircraft guns were stationed within ferroconcrete gun emplacements to protect their crew. The batteries were also connected with each other by a series of ferroconcrete trenches. [“At the time we reach the third objective, the invasion will have begun. It is imperative we take out those batteries before they inflict heavy damage on our landing forces. At that time, we will be going loud. There’s estimated to be at least half a company's worth of troops manning the battery emplacements. We will have to work fast and get out of there before the enemy can retaliate to our assault. After that, we will receive new tasking from company command and be assigned new orders.”] He said. He turned off the briefing mode of their HUD’s as he spoke his next words. [“Let’s get it done. Ca'nara at oya'karir, vode!”]

The platoon responded in unison, their voices became one as they replied [“Oya!”] and swiftly mobilized to accomplish their set of objectives before the invasion began.



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Local Time: 07:50

Spoiler: A Storm's Brewing

Trapping the road with detpacks that featured radial detection kits, as well as infiltrating and sabotaging the supply depot had gone without a hitch. Both objectives were completed successfully, without alerting the enemy to their presence. They were now proceeding with their third objective, which would be taking out a number of anti-aircraft batteries, located about four kilometers west of the supply depot they had sabotaged. They were moving on a single column with five meters spacing for the last forty minutes, using the morning fog and the surrounding foliage to conceal their movement as best they could, all the while keeping their guard up. The sun had shined upon them thirty minutes ago, so they were no longer able to use the shroud of darkness they utilized earlier.

The twigs, leaves and grass crunched and crackled gently under the armored feet of the Mandalorian Supercommandos as they marched. There were only four hundred meters left to their third objective, a little half of that would be marching up the hill. They would be going uphill in a few moments. But before they could continue, the ground under their feet shook, accompanied with a thunderous rumble over in the distance to their rear. Some turned their heads towards the sound to see if they could spot the explosion from here, but everyone in the platoon knew it was their handiwork at the supply depot. The timer on the detpacks ran out and had detonated, blowing up the ammo dumps in the supply depot. They were all pleased with the results. They continued their movement towards the hill but a few moments later, something rather unexpected happened. They heard the brassy, piercing sound of the Sith anti-aircraft batteries open fire from on top of the hill towards air targets the platoon could not see at the time. But they could see the red beaming blaster bolts and trailing missiles flew overhead. [“Chit,”] the platoon leader cursed [“The invasion must’ve commenced earlier than anticipated. Come on, we need to move! Pick up the pace, let’s go!”] he shouted over the platoon commlink as he began to sprint towards the hill. Kranak and others followed suit immediately. They had to strike hard and fast in order to minimize the damage on the invasion force. Now sprinting past trees and bushes, it didn’t take long for the Supercommandos to reach the skirts of the hill. They then started to sprint up the hill as fast as they could. They formed a line with at least five meters spacing between each Mandalorian as they sprinted. It took them roughly four minutes to sprint up the hill. They could see the batteries about a hundred meters to their front past the tree line. Occasionally, they could see the crew move about in the emplacements closest to them. They appeared to be Sith-Imperial Legionnaires, clad in their mostly black armor. [“Take up prone firing positions along the tree line and pick a target, vode!”] The platoon leader commanded over the platoon commlink. Keeping the line formation, the Supercommandos complied, all taking up positions in the tree-line, going prone. Kranak went prone beside a tree with his BR-6B, deploying the retractable bipod concealed inside the Grip Pod, with the press of the button near the top of the grip. The others had already picked their targets, but the big guy had a different target in mind. He pressed down on the magazine release button, removing the full magazine and pulled back the bolt to eject the Bronzium FMJ round in the chamber, he then put the ejected magazine into one of his pouches. Afterwards, the Supercommando reached for a magazine topped off with HE rounds from one of his magazine pouches and reloaded the rifle.

[“On my command…”] his platoon leader spoke while Kranak started to regulate his breathing as he peered through the optic of his battle rifle. He switched the firing mode to semi auto and subsonic while he kept his crosshair at his target. He was aiming at one of the missile batteries that just finished emptying its rack upon firing, about a hundred and fifty meters in the distance, by far the furthest battery away from them. It’s crew was in the process of reloading the racks before firing again. This was a good opportunity to put one of the guns out of action. He hovered his crosshair over several of the Legionnaire crew members, until he found what he was looking for exactly. He spotted the glimmering white missiles the crew members that just started loading into the empty rack. He aimed his crosshair at one of the missiles upon seeing the opportunity. [“...Fire! Pour it on them!”]

He gently pulled the trigger of his whisper quiet battle rifle. A thunderous explosion erupted at the missile battery half a second later, engulfing that emplacement in a fireball. The explosion was then accompanied by a large salvo of blaster bolts aimed at the Legionnaires within the emplacements, coming from the treeline. A violent firefight would ensue.

Spoiler: OOC

Feel free to use the other Supercommando platoons as NPC oppositions if you'd like! Whether you're defending Sith aligned HVT's or installations, or if you're attacking Mandalorian aligned HVT's and such.

 

[UX-0626]

Location: Outskirts of Den Velmor, Velmor
Objective: I - Engaging Clan Mortui and Clan Gred Landing Forces in Grasslands Outside the City
Tags: Adenn Kyramud Mig Gred Cara Dorniarn Kranak Vizsla

Sacrifice.

It was the meaning, if not the very definition of service. Service to a mission beyond herself, one that was worthy of veneration and struggle. His will would be made manifest in this galaxy, as it had been in Forn and many others.

She only had to fight for it.

No longer the fresh-from-the-vat rookie she had been on Bastion and Panatha, UX-0626 had seen battle across multiple fronts, including Helgard, Ziost, Elrood, and Dromund Kaas. Every time, she had seen her comrades make the ultimate sacrifice, whether inadvertently or in undertaking a courageous action. She knew that at some point, her time would come as well. Her lot would never be to grow old and die peacefully in a bed. Instead, she would die on her feet, fighting the enemies of his Eclipsing Will even as she drew her last breath, just as many of her brothers and sisters had done before.

In that, she would not be alone.

Now, they came for Velmor. However, these were not New Imperial barbarians or Sith apostates, but rather Mandalorian savages. All the same, those who crossed her sights would perish by her hand.

As the Mandalorians advanced towards the city, they would meet heavy, combined arms resistance in the form of Sith infantry, armor, and air, each element supporting the other in concert. As she had done on Dromund Kaas, UX-0626 fought at the front lines with her squad, harnessing her pulse cannon to deliver long range fire support, especially against the massive and heavily-armored warriors of Clan Mortui. Her cannon cast forth bolts of burning hot fusion plasma towards them, quickly cutting down a pair of the lumbering soldiers from medium range as they moved between cover. The sniper released a held breath after the second one went down, sweeping her sights across the field as fire was exchanged between the opposing forces.

If the Mandalorians wanted Velmor, they would have to pay for every inch in blood.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Taral-type Sith Trooper Armor
  • Undersuit
    • Viper Mk. I Skinsuit
  • Utility
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
    • The Tinfoil Hat
    • Taozin Skin Nodule
    • Revealer
  • Left Wrist
    • Wide-Beam Sonic Stunner
  • Right Wrist
    • ACS-208 Wrist Tensor
• “Extinguisher” Precision Pulse Cannon
• Vornskr Revolver
• Electro Sword
• Impact Grenade (2)
• Thermal Imploder (2)

 

[Ulrich]

Sometimes I like to entertain the thought that among the swirling possilbities of the infinitely expanding multiverse there is a world where I'm a historian. I'm not fabulously wealthy, my hoard is modestly sized and mostly for show. I have a wife and children. The greatest excitement in my life is giving speeches to my class and the occasionally charged debate with one of my colleagues over the intricacies of politics within the Rakartan infinite empire or whether or not or not this particular Sith artifact came from pre or post Ragnos dynasties. Basilisk would be my home, and I while I would sometimes claim that it got dull or the local tax rates were scandalous when compared to other planets I wouldn't trade my quaint little backwater for all the credits on Coruscant.

What pray tell would be the single historical change that would have allowed this universe to come to pass in our timeline? Simple really, the complete and utter annihilation of the Mandalorian people and their culture! A plague ripping through the Tuang species felling every man , woman and child. One of the early Mandalore venturing to the outer rims and coming across a vanguard of the Vong. The Galactic Empire deciding that their purge of Jedi should have extended to the beskar clad legions. Alas I'm not so lucky. The Mandalorians still exist and through their machinations my ancestral home of Basilisk is naught by a smoking ruin.

I can feel the heat of the battlefield under my wings as I soar across the sky of Velmar. Camouflaged by the black of the night sky the obsidian hue of my scales blending in with the darkness. Detonations rock the ground bellow me as I adjust my course to avoid the shells that even now pepper the air. Were I a simple apex predator I would doubtlessly revel in the stink of blood and carnage bellow. My raison d'etre has a more arcane bent for though talent and scholarship I have embraced the title of necromancer.

Perhaps it is because even now the passenger residing on my back hails not from the kingdom of fauna but of flora that each death bellow seems to me the sprouting of a seed. As the body is cracked the shoots of the soul bloom forth into the aether ready for harvest. Incantations are spoken as the world speeds past below. The souls of Sith troopers are called and collected to my person. Will I send them to re-inhabit the vacated husks that are corpses? Absorb them into my person to bolster my abilities? Or maybe even have them mimic the telekinesis that I can't seem to master through poltergeist activity. Time will tell.

"Get ready for landing."

My only words for Marrow as we descend from the heavens. There is a group of super-commandos engaging with force of sith troops I make for the squad savoring the satisfying double take one of the members performs right before I hit him like a comet my right foreleg crushing him under my vast weight.

I allow for Marrow to vacate my back as I raise into a bipedal stance. Let the commandos see me for what I am. These are no
vair-dee-kah (children) They will have seen what they would call a Lagartoz war dragon among the beast cages of their people. Perhaps they will wonder what one of their own warbeasts is doing under the command of a Sith. True I am under Sith command but Marrow and I are of equal rank, sent here to quell this incursion. Adopting the mocking tone I save for when I am addressing my former masters I speak to the gathered group in Mando'a the tongue of my birth planet.

" Kaysh haar alor olar........"

"Who among you here is captain? Let he who holds this rank come forward with his lieutenant or second and do battle with us. Or are you cowards who flee from the face of a true challenge, who can only fight against civilians and conscripts and whose beskar would be better used plating the outhouses of your betters?"

Spoiler: Loadout

Claws , scales , horns and a good helping of black magic

Kranak Vizsla Lady Marrow Theide

 

[Lady Marrow]

Tag: Kranak Vizsla \\ Theide \\ Ulrich
Location: Velmor
Equipment: The Marrow Blade

Leaving Kushibah was one of the hardest acts Lady Marrow had taken in quite some time, her garden was an especially precious place to her, every fiber of her being screamed for her to return to it while it still grew, however the thought of meeting a foreign world, a foreign people to engage in climactic battle for the first time since she had re-awoken on Kushibah... It was just too great of an opportunity to pass up, the knowledge that would be gained would certainly cause an explosion of growth within the folds of the Infirmim that lay there. All the while the force bond she shared with the location gave her solace, she had thought that the loneliness from being so far from home would cripple her, plunge her into the depths of a fathomless despair, yet the bond they shared encompassed her like a warm blanket, knowing no matter how far she traveled, her garden would be with her. ​

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When they had arrived at the Sith camp on the world, she spied for the first time, Sith other than the Shaper who had taken her in as an apprentice. She was astounded by the sight of the myriad species she had never seen before, all united under the flag of the Sith. This was her new family now, one she had craved for some time. Lady Marrow had spent the hours leading up to their deployment pestering anyone and anything that managed to catch her eye, keeping to the periphery, but not exactly respecting the personal boundaries of the other Sith Acolytes and knights. She would simply appear from off-stage barraging them with greetings followed by probative questions about the gear they wore, their origins and the like until she was told, or made to leave them be with whatever level of scorn they deemed appropriate. ​

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Sullen, disappointed and dejected the creature would have made her way to the only creature here that felt truly familiar to her, Slumping down beside a collossal quadrupedal dragon and curling her knees to her chest, wrapping both her arms and her lizard-like tails around them tightly enough that she would flop melodramatically to one side. Over the next hour she would explain some of her woes as she took interest in the Basiliskin's history, as he in turn took interest in her own. She would reveal that when she was born she wasn't so unlike what Ulrich was now... albeit in a much smaller capacity. Towards the end of the conversation Lady Marrow had forgotten many of her woes and seemed engaged with the great Wyrm before her, so much so that when the alarms were raised as Mando attack became duely evident. She would ask to ride with him into combat, clambering up as she would begin to weave her own abilities, wrapping her face, forearms and other exposed parts of her body in chitinous armour which would grow from her as the metamorphosis would begin. These plates wouldn't hold up against much punishment, but they were replaceable so long as she was able to acquire biomass. ​

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With a powerful beat of his wings the pair would launch skyward, forcing Lady Marrow to clutch tightly as she would see the cascading red and green blaster fire exchange at the ground level. Defensive fighters would scramble from the Sith Legionarre forces, carving out trenches in the earth with their bombing runs to tear at the enemies' positions all while people screamed righteously... It was the first time that Lady Marrow had seen war, it filled her sight, hearing taste and emotions with the hate, anger and desperation of combat as a grin of shark-like teeth would splay across her lips. She liked this. ​

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Sure enough the pair would move to land, soaring down as Lady Marrow would leap from the Dragon moments before impact, collecting with the earth as she would roll and tumble with the momentum, spiraling out into a stance on all fours as her twin tails would dance upwards, longer than she was tall and barbed with natural poisons she was now spending time and power to purify. Her form now was much like that of a humanoid, she had given her legs an additional join below the knee allowing her to be ambipedal if she needed the additional speed and maneuverability. Her face donned a featureless mask that looked like fibrous bone, similar scale like plates flowed down her arms, chest, back and skirt she 'wore' for some semblance of protection. No visible weapons on her person, though those with scanners capable of penetrating flesh and hardened substances might be able to pick up otherwise. ​

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She would face down the Mandalorians, their shimmering armour in the light of the battle as they engaged the Legionarres to a side of them would bask in the glow of the firefight. Sparks flying as the occasional blaster bolt would tear across their shoulders or chests, leaving little less than a mark before they rejoined the fight. At this range, these commandos were dangerous, however the Legionaries were beginning their counter-attack, moving forces around to flank their position hoping to engage the small super-commando force in melee combat. They might lose, but if they could silence their guns their position would be quickly overridden.​

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"I like your armour!" Marrow would exclaim, taking a couple of steps forward, in a tone that would not seem congruent with their current situation. It was light, happy, innocent in a way that didn't speak to being on a battlefield. There "Can i see it?" All while she spoke, her bare feet on the ground could feel the soft earth, the roots which ran under it and the trees that surrounded them... it wasn't her garden, but it was a garden none the less. She could not wait to fight with these foreign flora, to dance with their seeds, roots and branches at her whim.​

Today, was going to be a good day!​

 

[Cadere]

Objective: 1 - Aiding the Mandalorian Union
Location: Velmor Skies
Vehicle: Phenex Starfighter
Tags: Terence

After receiving word that the Mandalorian Union would be launching an assault on Sith Imperial forces, in an effort to claim the Sith Empire's southern territory. Cas was all about sticking it to the Sith, but mainly, he was here to help free planets from their control in any way possible. Thankfully, the Union accepted his request to aid them, and the Concord was... probably fine with Cas lending his services without requesting authorisation from the Assembly. If they didn't? Well... that was tomorrow's problem.

The Jedi Knight was in his element right now, it felt good to be flying again, to be returning to his first love. Cas always felt a sense of peace whenever he was flying, whether it be the bright cerulean sky or the deep cosmos of space, and thanks to the nature of his starfighter's capability to calm its pilot - the Jedi was downright blissful. Following the exit out of hyperspace, Cas' Phenex flew a bit behind the Mandalorian fleet as they penetrated Velmor's atmosphere.

In the interlude between entering the planet's atmosphere and the aerial battle, Cas clicked and tapped at a series of buttons on his cockpit command console. Readying his defences and warming up his arnaments. Following close behind the fleet, Cas passed through a thick cloud and on the other side were a series of bright lights stretching across his fighter's viewport followed by the earsplitting engines of passing starfighters and firing laser cannons. Bearing a toothy grin, he opened himself up to the Force, allowing himself to be a conduit for it and gripped his control sticks tightly as he too, began opening fire on the Sith's aerial forces while simultaneously avoiding counter fire with a series of tricks, spins and dives galore.

During an evasive barrel roll maneuver, in the few moments he was upside down, the Jedi pilot would catch a glimpse of a Burra series starfighter slightly lower below. Surprised to see one in the middle of all this, Cas wondered who's side its pilot was on. It wouldn't take long for him to realise this pilot was fighting for the other guys - they seemed to be a damned good pilot at that. Seemed like Clan Mortui would need his help, or at least would need this Burra fighter distracted. Swooping down, Cas' targeting system locked onto the fighter and sent off two simultaneous warning shots "BB, patch me through to this guy's channel." once BB-5 did so, and if this pilot accepted, the Jedi Knight would greet him "Hey, come here often?"

 

[Theide]

Another planet, another hunt, and there had been few true hunts recently. Theide didn't begrudge his Alor for that, he did begrudge him for the lack of true activity. But Adenn was making up for it now, and Theide finally had work once again. His job was infiltration, assassination, and generally leading the Chulan of Clan Mortui. Granted, most were with the main attack force, but the covert specialists struck from behind. In this case, Theide had joined a Supercommando platoon along with two of his ner'vod. Beholden to none but their Alor, they still worked with the platoon leader, respecting his commands. Afterall, he was a Supercommando al' verde, a commander of the Commandos. That meant he was skilled, moreso than many others.

That was part of the reason why Theide and his vode had assisted so much. Both with the planting of explosives, scouting missions, and then planning the attacks. Unfortunately, the timing went wrong somewhere, so now they were on a time crunch. Climbing into some trees to get a better angle, Theide took in the sights even as the Commandos advanced below him. At a command, they went prone and aimed their weapons, picking their targets carefully. At that, Theide simply readied his various weapons. He was by no means prepared for long distance combat, but that was the point of him and his ilk, close quarters shock troops. Thus, they kept an eye out, waiting to see what the enemies reaction would be.

Soon enough he saw it, some sort of dragon with a rider. And the Sith troops further below readying for a fight, one they wouldn't get. Clacking slightly at that, Theide directed his attention to the sergeants below.
"They're readying to move, most likely to flank us ner'vod. Ready yourselves."

It was done quickly, no use for stealth anymore, but still spoken in Mando'a. And then came the dragon and the rider, landing brazenly before them and making their declarations. Useless, absolutely useless. They had landed before a platoon of Supercommandos. What did they expect but death in return? Fire erupted at them and kept raining down at the Sith troops. No doubt the Commandos would be moving shortly, or already were, but Theide didn't pay attention. That didn't concern him, what did was closing the distance and killing these fools.

Hopping forward from tree to tree, his shoulder canon popped up and opened fire as well. And then he was close enough to the targets. Suddenly, he flung himself foward towards the pair, but more directed at the dragon. In his hands was a spear, made of beskar, and created for war. Theide came flying out of the tree tops, aiming to skewer the large dragon in one, swift blow. And all the while, no word had yet been directed to them. At least not from him.

Kranak Vizsla | Ulrich | Lady Marrow

 

[Terence]

Diplomatic Fight​

Objective: 1
Location: Skies of Velmor
Notable Equipment: Burra Starfighter
Tags: Cadere
OOC Note: Checked with Adenn Kyramud for estimate on damage and his counter attack

The strafing run went about as he had expected. A few good hits seemed to have landed but these Mandalorians were reknowned siege experts and while it was sure to be disruptive, they did not seem to slow all too much. Still, damage dealt was always a good thing in these kinds of situations. What truly caught his attention, however, was the leader. For while a few bolts had gone his way, he was not destroyed like Terence expected, instead, his armour seemed to tank them. "I've got to get myself one of those" he mumbled with a smirk spreading across his lips. Perhaps he'd make a second run, just to see how much punishment it could take.

But as he set course back to the city, the Burra pilot noticed how several tanks started to transform into a more upright position. Quickly concluding that another run against the Mortuis might not be such a good idea after all, Terence upped his speed to get in behind the safety of the city before they could fire. It was an overly optimistic idea and while he did get away before all of the vehicles could fire, there would still be a large barrage of missiles following him once they got their salvo off.

Altering his course slightly, the Mercenary checked to see if the incoming projectiles were guided or not - if they weren't getting away would be easy. Naturally, most if not all missiles followed, slowly creeping in on his fast vessel. Abusing the fact that the jet had two exhaust points upon which heat-seeking missiles could fix themselves on he entered a fast-paced spin, allowing some of the missiles collide with each other and for the ensuing explosion to take out even more of them. Still, it was not a small barrage that had been fired and more work would have to be done before he could even hope to be in the clear. While it pained him to do so, he eventually released two heat seeking mines which met the wave of missiles head on in a fiery explosion. It was enough to thin the herd adequately. For with the much reduced number of missiles behind him, the cities point defence systems and a few flak cannons could handle the rest. Still, the ship had taken something of a beating - for flying in between flak fire and exploding missiles was far from ideal and while the systems were mostly intact, it seemed like the comms system had been damaged.

It was not long after that Terence had switched targets from the hedgehog that was Clan Mortui to the softer force in the valley between the city and the mountains. He was not just a little surprised when a few warning shots were fired along with a request for communications. With the damaged comms unit, the voice of the Knight was distorted into something completely different, causing the smuggler to let out a chuckle. "No, it's warmer in the southern hemisphere, this was my second choice"

In a sudden move, Terence brought the nose of his ship up 75 degrees to soar up along the lower cliff wall. Within a few seconds, he'd be at the top. still far underneath many of the other parts of the mountains. Making use of the sharp angle, Terence hugged the platform as he once more leveled his ship in parallel with the ground and made a sharp turn, ensuring that the Jedi's weapon lock would be lost and that he would no longer have him right by his tail "What about you then? Did you just come for the sights?"

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Velmor
Local Time: 08:03
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED- (Invasion Day)
Objective: Complete Given Objectives (Objective 1: Fight)
Equipment: Loadout 2
Nearby Hostiles: Lady Marrow | Ulrich
Nearby Friendlies: Theide

The panicked shouting of orders among the ambushed Legionnaire troops were accompanied with the sound of blaster bolts cracking and whizzing past them. The more experienced of their lot had hit the deck upon taking fire, sheltering themselves from the hail of blaster bolts headed their way. The inexperienced of their bunch were not as fortunate. The Legionnaires that weren’t quick enough got cut down, either sustaining heavy injuries or dying on the spot before their bodies hit the ground. The repeating blasters some of the Supercommandos utilized tore small to large chunks of ferroconcrete from the trenches as the blaster bolts struck, suppressing the Legionnaires that were fortunate enough to survive the first volley of blaster bolts.

[“That’s it, adike (lads)! Keep it up! Par Manda'yaim!”] the platoon leader shouted over the commlink, encouraging his fellow Supercommandos. His proud, joyful and sonorous voice almost drowned out the ear splitting sound of blaster fire. The Sith-Imperial Legionnaires were completely caught unawares, with their numbers starting to wane with each passing minute as the silhouettes in the treeline to their south unleashed blaster bolts at them. Some of the Legionnaires clad in black armor were either killed or incapacitated without even firing a shot. Some of the troops were returning fire in the general direction of their attackers, but their salvos were indiscriminate and generally inaccurate, failing to connect their shots with the Mandalorians at the time. The Mandalorians on the other hand, were putting down effective fire down range, with those carrying heavy blaster rifles suppressing the Legionnaires giving them no respite, while the riflemen and those who carried marksman rifles -like Kranak- eliminated those who were foolish enough to peek out from their ferroconcrete trenches to return fire at the Mandalorians.

While under fire, after scooching behind the tree he went prone next to, Kranak pulled out the magazine of his battle rifle to see how many more rounds he had left in it. He had about half a magazine worth of rounds left. He quickly inserted the magazine back into the battle rifle’s magwell and got back into the fight as he assumed his previous position next to the tree. He saw one of the Legionnaires peek his head out of the trench and duck half a second later. The Legionnaire was probably trying to pinpoint the muzzle flashes coming from the treeline to get a better idea of the exact positioning of their attackers. The big, tall Mandalorian Supercommando peeked through his scope and hovered his crosshair over where the Legionnaire peeked out of cover and waited, expecting him to peek out once more. Sure enough, not a moment later the Legionnaire peeked again. Kranak gently pulled the trigger and saw his shot connect with his target. The round landed straight on the visor of the Legionnaire, and upon making contact with the Legionnaire’s visor, the HE round exploded on with a distinct thump. Upon being shot, the Legionnaire tumbled backwards and out of sight of the Mandalorian Supercommando Medic. He was presumably dead or seriously injured.

An opportunity had presented itself to the Supercommandos. The enemy had failed to achieve fire superiority against them and were mostly pinned down by the effective fire from the Mandalorians. They could easily push up and start clearing the batteries and ferroconcrete trenches. Seeing the opportunity to approach the first closest anti-aircraft battery to them, their platoon leader gave the Supercommandos their next set of orders. [“Everyone, bounding overwatch! Kom’rk Squad, provide overwatch! A’den Squad, begin bounding towards the closest battery on my mark!”] Kranak was with Kom’rk’s, and would be providing overwatch support for the other squad as they pushed towards the first battery to their front. [“Mark!”] He shouted, and A’den Squad began their assault, supported by the Kom’rk’s. A’den Squad had only moved about five meters out of the treeline when something large and of jet black in color came whistling down from the sky upon them. Upon impact, a column of earth and dust was lifted up into the air, flinging away all members of A’den Squad back into the treeline, save for one. Kranak’s heart sank as he heard a long, sharp beep piercing his ears. The Supercommando Medic had access to his platoonmates’ vitals in his HUD. With it, he could keep tabs on the well being of his fellow vode while in combat. Krenu had flatlined, crushed under whatever came down from the skies and had died immediately on the spot. Frowning, rage washed over him as a response to the sound, gritting his teeth. Kranak could no longer pick up vital signs from him.

The firefight stopped momentarily, with both the Mandalorian Supercommandos and the Sith-Imperial Legionnaires stunned by what just happened. They would see exactly what that something was when the dust settled. It was a fething Lagartoz War Dragon! And it could speak in Mando’a and Basic!

" Kaysh haar alor olar........"

"Who among you here is captain? Let he who holds this rank come forward with his lieutenant or second and do battle with us. Or are you cowards who flee from the face of a true challenge, who can only fight against civilians and conscripts and whose beskar would be better used plating the outhouses of your betters?"

The creature raised itself to a bipedal stance as he spoke to them, revealing his full size. Kranak had never seen such a creature like this before in his life. This was truly wild. He knew the existence of these creatures. These creatures were known to be fiercely loyal to the Mando’ade when tamed, but they were non-sentient. He thought all of these creatures were killed when the Sith liquified Manda’yaim. He was surprised to see one in the flesh, but he was more surprised at the fact that the dragon was sentient and challenged the Supercommandos. He then spotted a woman standing next to the dragon. She took a few steps towards them as she exclaimed in a happy and rather naive tone.

“I like your armor!”

“Can I see it?”

“What in Haran is this?” The big guy thought to himself, bewildered by the woman. Was she an enemy combatant? She hadn’t had any armor or weapons on her as far as he could see. But she had to be one, or at least she was with the dragon that had crushed his comrade not a moment ago!

He was quick to recover from the confusion as he took several blaster bolts to his side plate of his chest piece. The blaster bolts burned through the camouflaged hooded poncho he wore and upon contacting his armor, left no marks on the armor itself, bouncing off harmlessly. Instinctively he took a snap shot at the Legionnaire that shot him, putting down the Legionnaire with two direct hits on his chest plate. The HE rounds, detonating on contact with his armor, tore chunks of gammaplast and bits of flesh, scattering them around in a small red mist. The Legionnaire fell down on his back, not moving.

The firefight erupted between the two sides once more, with both the Mandalorian Supercommandos and the Sith-Imperial Legionnaires shaking off the shock from the wild and unexpected encounter with the dragon and the woman that accompanied him. But this time the Supercommandos were taking heavy fire from their left flank.

"They're readying to move, most likely to flank us ner'vod. Ready yourselves."

Theide informed them, giving them a heads up. The Legionnaires took their opportunity and had managed to flank them with a similar sized platoon of their own, with multiple troopers at the rear supporting their advance. Kom’rk Squad shifted their position accordingly, to face the Legionnaires encroaching on their position. Kranak’s commlink crackled to life, with his platoon leader giving out new orders. [“Tactical retreat! Bounding overwatch to the rear! Fall back to the ridge slope, we’re too exposed here! Go! Go!”] their platoon leader shouted as he and the rest of A’den Squad opened fire at the Dragon and the woman on the move as they leapfrogged back. They would be taking up overwatch positions about twenty meters to the rear of Kom’rk Squad to cover their retreat in return.

Making a tactical retreat to retaliate from a different angle was the correct choice. That became more apparent when the Legionnaires in the trenches decided to turn one of the laser cannons at the Supercommandos. With a strong mechanical whine, the laser cannon rotated towards the treeline and opened fire with a thunderous roar, drowning out the sound of smaller blasters when it fired. Fortunately for the Supercommandos, the laser cannon did not have enough gun depression to hit any of them directly. Instead, the blood red bolts from the anti-aircraft laser cannon struck and sheared off the upper half of the trees around them. The sheared off logs falling down would be a hazard on their own nonetheless.

Kom’rk Squad -and Kranak- were already engaging the Legionnaires to hold them at bay and slow their advance while A’den Squad took up firing positions to cover their retreat next. Kranak and the other Supercommandos took down several of the Legionnaires that charged at them. [“A’den’s set! Kom’rk, fall back!”]

One by one the Supercommandos of Kom’rk Squad disengaged swiftly from the fight under A’den Squad’’s covering fire, retreating as blood red blaster bolts whizzed past them. They would position themselves twenty meters behind A’den Squad and would continue to leapfrog back until they reached the convex slope of the hill to use it as a defilade against the Legionnaires.

With the of his last rounds spent, Kranak changed magazines while he sprinted past trees and occasionally vaulted over sheared off tree trunks as blaster bolts flew overhead. Pulling back the charging handle, he chambered in a HE round into the chamber when he had the chance. It was at that time the Supercommando Medic spotted movement in his peripheral vision while he sprinted alongside his Squad; someone hopping from tree to tree, dodging and weaving past small arms fire and laser cannon shots. It was Theide, the agile Chulan hunter. But he was moving to the opposite direction where they were supposed to go, breaking off from the platoon. He was headed straight for the dragon and the woman. ”Haar'chak, what are you trying to do?” Kranak wasn’t sure, maybe he was trying to buy the platoon some time by occupying them so they could easily fend off the Legionnaire opposition after repositioning.

They reached the slope under fire after another bounding maneuver. The platoon regrouped and took defensive fighting positions, using the defilade as cover. They again went prone to minimize their silhouette, making them a hard target to hit. The Supercommandos returned fire from their new advantageous positions to keep the Legionnaires at bay until they could perform a counter attack on them. Even as small arms fire whizzed past them they had a moment to catch their breath, assess the situation and take action accordingly.

[“Platoon, give me a quick head count,”] the platoon leader spoke as he glanced at his vode. [“Do we have any casualties?”] he asked when his gaze turned towards the Supercommando Medic. [“One confirmed killed in action. We lost Krenu.”] Kranak reported, as the other Supercommandos sounded off for the head count while they returned fire. [“Haar’chak.”] The platoon leader cursed in response, clenching his grip on his rifle in anger. He listened to the head count as each Supercommando sounded off, and only counted fourteen vode. They had deployed as a sixteen man platoon. One was killed in action. One of them was missing, so where was the other one? [“We’re missing-”] The platoon leader spoke, but Kranak interjected quickly, informing him of Theide's whereabouts. [“Theide, he had sprinted towards the War Dragon and the woman while we bounded back here.”] The platoon leader responded in astonishment, mixed with anger and concern. [“What! Does he have a death wish or something?”] The platoon leader cared deeply for his vode as he valued the lives of each and every one of them, doing his best to both keep them alive and complete the missions they were given. He’d take every sustained casualty under his command personally. [“Chit… we need to back him up, otherwise he’s going to be leaving in a body bag.”] Kranak nodded in agreement with the platoon leader. [“Any ideas- hold on.”] He was interrupted by incoming fire toward him. Some of the blaster bolts burned through his hood, struck his helmet and ricochet off it. It didn’t harm him, but it was annoying nonetheless. He rested his battle rifle’s retractable bipod on the ground and returned fire, firing off a couple of shots at the Legionnaires. The sound of the exploding rounds were accompanied with painful groaning amidst the sound of intense blaster fire from both sides. He ducked back under cover and continued. [“Any ideas how we’re going to take out that fething dragon?”] The platoon leader shook his head. [“Not yet, but we’ll figure something out… Haatyc or’arue jate’shya ori’sol aru’ike nuhaatyc.”] The Supercommando Medic shook his head in agreement to the Mandalorian proverb. Just as Kranak was about to reply to the platoon lead, the laser cannon bellowed once more, shearing off the trees around them in half. One of the sheared off trees almost crushed the Medic and the platoon leader if they hadn’t rolled away in time. They recovered from the roll quickly and took cover behind the defilade, with the Medic starting to return fire in response. The platoon leader was lost in thought for a second, his gaze locked onto the sheared off tree to his immediate left. It gave him an idea. He quickly recovered from the muse and started to shout a set of orders to his platoon. [“Hokaan!”] Hokaan was a Ruus’alor from Squad A’den. [“Hokaan, get one of your fireteams and flank these chakaare on my mark!”] he shouted as his gaze met the Ruus’alor’s visor. [“Roger that, boss!”] Hokaan cheerfully replied as he ordered four of his men to initiate a flanking maneuver. The platoon leader glanced at the others when he continued to speak [“The rest of you, we’re pinning them down, don’t give them any respite!”] He then quickly turned his attention to the Supercommando Medic. [“Take two vode and help that di’kut!”] Kranak swiftly nodded, confirming his new orders. He was about to go and get two vode to as requested, but the platoon leader held him down as he gripped the Supercommando Medic from the right bicep. [“And do whatever you can to keep the attention of that fething dragon! I have a little surprise for him.”] He then let go of Kranak.

He was about to call out for two vode from Kom’rk Squad for the task, but he was interrupted by two Chulan vode that overheard the conversation in Mando’a. [“We’re coming with you.”] said one of them, accompanied with a number of clicking noises from the other. The big guy nodded after a quick glance at the both of them. [“Alright vode, let’s do this.”] Not too long after, the platoon lead gave the command for Hokaan’s fireteam to flank. The Mandalorian Supercommandos laid down suppressing fire against the Legionnaires, stopping their advance as Hokaan used the defilade as both cover and concealment for the flanking maneuver of his fireteam and flanked from the Legionnaire’s right, starting to wreak havoc on them. This was the perfect moment to push out of the defilade and run towards Theide. [“Move, move!”] He shouted as he hastily stood up and broke into a sprint towards Theide to aid him, with two Chulan vode in tow. They would reach the edge of the forest to provide support to him shortly.

 

[Ardana Vorco]

Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS​

Location: City park, Velmor
Equipment: Polyweave dress | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Shield talisman | Empyrean gland | G1 OmniLink
Tag(s): Adenn Kyramud

Another day, again the Mandalorians are the ones who greeted her at this place. Xanesh, now as the Pillar of Advancement, was present on the planet because research came to be verified. This control was disrupted by the Mandalorians. Nothing has changed over the millennia, this group is always appearing in the worst possible place and at the worst time. She sighed, the experiment was over and she failed. That’s why she loved working with Messala, but she hadn’t heard anything about the man since he last visited her. Since then, he seemed to have disappeared from the earth and from the map.

But now she didn’t have time to deal with it, she headed to where the largest number of enemies had been signalled. Xanesh may have been reluctant to fight anymore because she considers herself too old for it, but she didn’t hide cowardly anyway if they got into that situation. Then she bravely picked up the glove, and if she had to, she fought to the last drop of her blood. It’s not like it happened so often that she has to fight so hard, but she wasn’t a coward. Especially if she dies, it’s all over for her. She can never be part of the Netherworld.

Xanesh soon reached a more deserted part, a huge park. Now everything here was pretty extinct, only to see enemies flying in the air and soldiers fighting farther on the ground. Did she look at the enemy to see if it was a coordinated attack, or was it just a specific clan attacking? That could have been interesting information already. But for now, she walked undisturbed along one of the trails in the park, then reached a larger grassy area where there was even a lake.

She stopped here, it was time to make "air traffic" more difficult with a Force Storm. She began to concentrate and began to perform the ritual, which would cause a huge storm over the city…

 

[Ulrich]

Blaster shots ricochet off my scales. A rain of superheated projectiles directed at me from the supercommandos as they retreat and take firing positions. There was an irony here really, the Mandalorians had bred me to be a living weapon actively selecting the beasts with the toughest most heat resistant scales for their mounts. In a manner I had my own beskar armor provided by nature and the tender ministrations of the the very force I sought to destroy. I exalt in the feeling of invincibility, its a lie of course, a dangerous one but they are far from dropping me yet. This barrage almost causes me to miss the sight of the speak wielding assailant hurtling from the treeline towards me. Some kind of humanoid of unknown origins wearing an odd mask.

There is a grating sound as the spears tip impacts the scales on my right shoulder. Beskar and damn sharp too. It doesn't piece right through to flesh but it does leave a furrow in my scales dragging a line down across my bicep. Shifting positions quickly I sidestep lashing out and down with my tail aiming to hit the spearman while he is still in the air. Claws darting out I grab ahold of one of the smaller trees that has been dropped in the forest its about 12 feet long and half as thick as a human man's torso. Spinning around I follow up my tail lash with a flurry of blows down with my makeshift club. Not the most glamorous of weapons to be sure but the sheer size and weight of it should be enough to wreak horrible damage on the mandalorian should I get anything more than a glancing blow.

Even as this is occurring my mind is working on the second phase of the operation. Though I was more than physically capable of holding myself in a fight that wasn't where my true talents lay. It was not brute strength that drew the Dark Lord of the Sith Prazutis to take me as his apprentice but rather my scholarly talents. The most ancient arts of necromancy were my field of expertise. As I rained down blows an incantation came to my lips the first in a series of spells that would cause the spirits of the dead who had flocked around me to gain purchase on the material realm.

"أخرجوا الأرواح وطاردوا أعدائي"

With this the spirits of the dead would begin to whisper and show themselves to the Mandalorians around the battlefield. My opponent and the others giving horrific displays of what lay beyond the shroud of death. Doubtlessly the warriors would at first merely dismiss these as simply mind trick and illusions conjured forth to scare the weak of mind. I didn't play those sorts of games. The spirits that I trafficked in were very much real. They may start with visions and threats but once they had been granted a proper foothold in the world of the quick they would unleash all hell.

Theide

Around the hunter the liquid gurgling of lungs filled with bile. Wet slithers as loathsome things writhed in fungus damp spaces. Reality a diaphanous veil ready to tear pouring out the eldritch foulness that lurked just beyond. Then a chord of saprophytic voices as if rot itself was given the ability to vocalize its implacable desires.

"Hunter who has struck us down, hunter who has sent us from the world of the living we bring ye tidings of what lies beyond the final passage. Though your skill with spear and gun be mighty all shall be for naught. Death shall claim thee. Thy organs will rot , thine eyes liquify and your bloated corpse will become a temple for the maggot and the worm. This will be but the beginning of thy torment. Strength of arms will avail thee not on the other side. The pestilential lords of the far country will defile thy soul, lay eggs within the essence of your spirit and laugh as the larvae putrefy your thoughts and your very being is naught but a pool of spectral dross."

A mental litany conveyed directly to the hunters psyche. Drawing on yet taking no more time in reality than a heartbeat. What would follow was a scene again projected in that strange dilation of time that accompanied the supernatural. Even as Theide fell through the air he would see around him the forms of his previous 'hunts'. But each one ravaged by rot and infested with vermin. Corpulent worms their mouths sucker filled maws ringed with razor fangs ,creeping chitinous horrors their hundreds of legs exiting and entering spectral flesh and leprously pale flies emerging from hollow eye sockets. The forms propelled and set in motion by the plethora of filth that inhabited them. Decaying hands grasping out for him beckoning him to join them in the kingdom of the fly.

Kranak

To Kranak's senses a susurration of hisses and moans soon reaching a crescendo of pain and anguish as the voices became louder and more frantic. The sounds of snapping bone and sizzling flesh as bodies were maimed and mangled. Old battlefield wounds wrought again and again on those who had lost their lives to them. And in the midst of it voices speaking in Mando'a, familiar voices...

" Ori'ramikade you bastard you left me to die. You were there when the flames played over my skin and my flesh burned in the heat. You watched as the bullets tore through my guts. Why didn't you save me you coward? Where were you when the vibroblade bit through my skull exposing what was within to our enemies? What were you doing while the sepsis tore at my guts and the effluence of my bowels spilled out across my beskar? Too late with bacta. Too later with healing. Not for us. To assuage your own guilt. You know that you could have done more. Died so that more worthy warriors could have lived. The manda is a lie. There is no oversoul, no collective for us. Ashla has rejected us for we lived by the sword and defied the mandate of peace. What awaits you is hell and you will join us there soon, to burn for all eternity."

Around Kranak bodies torn and broken. Forms in beskar their limbs mere stubs of protruding bone. Burned flesh showing in cracks where bullets had pierced. Some headless, others showing craniums cracked open and bare to the world. All people he had once known. All people who had been lost to the grasp of death.

Who could tell if the words of the shades were truth? The spirits of the departed were after all notorious liars. But perhaps there could be something to their words.....

 

[Lady Marrow]

Tag: Kranak Vizsla \\ Theide \\ Ulrich
Force Powers Used: Plant Surge

Mandoa, humanoid creatures that glimmered gallantly in glamorously gaudy gadgetry. Persuaded to pursue as a pestilent plague which persisted piously despite the purposeless platitudes of power and honor they held on a pristine pedestal of platinum steel. Or so she was told, though not in so many words as she'd glossed over the less than essentials allowing her to focus more on the vivid images of their steel clad hides, towering imperiously in ironclad visage. Shielded in a wreath of a mysterious steel as they conquered the galaxy as faceless sentinels was a humorous image to Lady marrow, espousing glory yet never showing a face to claim it. All the while the Sith Legionaries died in their droves, LAdy Marrow knowing that their blood and bone would permeate the soil, seeding the potential of bounteous new life, their souls immortalized in the flora that would grow from them, living a life far more bounteous and peaceful than their tormented existences could have ever been under the confines of their fleshy shells. ​

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Though no sooner than they landed upon the warm earth, the Mando would open fire after brief moments, cascading blasts of heat and energy would tear through the air with the violent chirps of a thousand eagles baying for war. Splitting the skies with the crimson hues, the trained aim of the super-commandos launched a veritable volley for the creatures chest as she would drop to the ground, the bolts skimming overhead by inches all the while the roaring baritone blast would rip through the canopy over-head, drawing out the sound of the small arms fire between the pulse and heat of the ray as well as the deafening crack of the forest foliage being shattered by the force. Plant-life across the forest brush would feel itself wrenched from its roots collapsing on the position of those beneath it, all the while the ambush troops from the flanks would open fire on the legionaries who had attempted to blindside the entrenched elites. ​

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As the blistering heat from the accurate weapons would eviscerate the mass produced durasteel armour of the legion that had intended to swarm them however, something hid amongst their ranks. As something dark was revealed to lurk amongst them, hidden in plain sight as they had used the bodies of their thralls to encroach as close as they could to be upon the enemy position. The Mandalorians it seemed took the path of the weak, fighting in unison with a trained and refined finesse as they employed tactical formations to dominate those who happened to be stronger than themselves. The formation of a pack was quintessential to the survival of meek mammals, only facing true danger when they were forced to scatter and break ranks... however, in the wild such feats took something that crowned itself the king of the natural world, the emperor of wherever it stood, an Apex predator to howl loudly and with its tumultuous roar sew fear in the mind of the meek like the grain of a farmers field until all that was certain was death!​

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And So, from the ranks of the Legionaries, acolytes of the Sith Order would rise clad in black. Draw sabers redder than the liquid life which stained the rugged ground. Each of them hurling off their armoured camouflage and exploding with force enhanced speed using the newly downed trees as cover from the ranged onslaught of the commando's. Although there were little more than a handful of their ranks, their mere existence upon the battlefield would be an immediate draw, the threat they posed staggering as they would seek to outrun and engage their foes in hunting down the tactically retreating Mando forces while the remaining legion provided covering fire. Reaching out with the force to pull one of the individuals off their feat, as they leaped over a fallen tree to connect with their sabers while they would hunt. The legion behind them beginning to fan out and cover their own elites with everything they had, having acted as human shields for the Sith to get them this far.​

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Lady Marrow having taken to the ground would roll to the side, she could feel the presence of the Beskar clad men and women charging through the forest as the solitary spear-man would plunge from the heavens for her reptilian friend. She would have to trust that he could handle the militant beast as she too would begin to wield her power against the masses before them with the intent of plunging the world before her into absolute chaos... Her power over the force would be let out like a pulse, rippling over the surface of the still living plants in the immediate area the enemy had begun to retreat through. Little more than fifty meters away from her as the plant-life which surrounded them all would begin to tremble, as branches the width of a man's leg whipped with colossal speed at the Super commando's with lethal intent! As one would leap a tree, one of its branches would let out an ear piercing snap, hooking around to coil around his neck with a grip strong enough to crush the larynx of a Trandoshan. More would follow as vines of thorns would seek to entangle arms, branches would attempt to crush limbs destroy bones and even occasionally impale the Mando in movement. All to spread more panic.​

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This onslaught wasn't like using the Fungi within the confines of her own garden, it was... difficult, she was able to perform it but the drain she was beginning to sustain was not only accruing, but accelerating. Lady Marrow wasn't used to measuring her power in the outside world yet, it seemed. She had more left in her, certainly, but she could already feel light-headed as strain ached at her mind quickly becoming a headache that should she continue would fatigue into further stages of exhaustion. Yet, to those who would continue to run, it would became immediately evident as the terrain itself turned against them, the Super Commandos had intended to use to their benefit, had become their greatest obstacle. ​

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Lady Marrow, keeping low would begin to stalk her way towards those who had been retreating, keeping up the onslaught as she could feel two more humanoids a little further away than the others, perched and seeming to be taking cover from the fore of the Legionaries. From the torn and broken stump of the tree they crouched by, a singular crushing arm would grow at rapid speeds seeking to bind and constrict the medic of the two, using the incredible strength of a growing tree to cave in the Mando's chest armour with the same force of nature that would see weeds breaking through concrete after years of growth in all but a few moments as the trees branch would seek to annihilate the Mando's ribs. ​

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There was a proverb back where Lady Marrow had come from, though said in many contexts it usually allured to the need to exercise restraint when it came to handing over advantages to others. Though it being spoken here seemed a tad more literal than the saying was originally intended, the Young Lady couldn't help but feel the words eerily appropriate. ​

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Never fight a Marrow in her Garden. ​

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Links: Beskad Elite, Beskad Warriors, Titan Tanks. Ammo
OOC Note- There's some more vehicles and stuff moving about, but I felt it best to leave that for later. Don't want to have a massive list of links when it'll be background noise for the most part.
Tags: Ardana Vorco | Terence​

The strafing run from Terence had been somewhat effective, at least in the areas where he had struck the regular Mandos. As for the more heavily armored Mandalorians, they were knocked around somewhat, but brushed the fire off. And then counter fire shot into the air, even as the Titan Tanks prepared to fire their missiles. All in all, a rather boring and usual landing. That meant more and more Mandos strode out of their landing ships, a majority were Clan Mortui, but many more were Supercommandos who had decided to come with the Red Hand.

As they came forth, mobile shield generators/tanks were activated and readied to move forward. These would help protect from anymore aerial attacks. Standing at the front of the formation, Adenn gave them a once over before motioning them to advance. And so they did, vast formations that cared naught for whatever defenses stood before them, that cared little for the fire that was directed at them. They advanced upon the city, hellbent on destroying its defenders, and claiming this world for Mandalore.

And so Clan Mortui advanced, striking down those who opposed them. Lighter Mandalorians flew above, striking from the sky. Though some new storm was preventing easy movement, meaning no true firefights on their end, but rather quick advances and jumps. Most advanced on the ground though, supported by rolling tanks, or striding walkers of some sort or another. It mattered little, nothing could stand before them. And honestly, it bored Adenn, though it was the exact reason why they had come to these planets. There was no true defense, no massed army to stand against them, merely the backend defenders who hadn't been lucky enough to wage true war.

Eventually, they reached one of the parks found in the city, and there they met a stiffer resistance. Clearly the defenders hoped to hold them here in some manner. But Adenn didn't focus on that, instead he focused on the sole individual in the center of the park, standing near a lake. Quite clearly a Sith, and perhaps the one making the storm, if it was unnatural. Zooming in on the Sith, Adenn snarled under his breath, easily recognizing just who this Sith was. Darth Xanesh, the Sith that had taken his arm, and left him for dead. Shame for her that he yet lived, and that he'd repay the favor to her now.

"Vode. Deal with the troopers, and ensure nobody interferes with this."
Adenn spoke with a cold anger, tempered by experience, and the knowledge that he might soon have vengeance. As such, he didn't pay attention as his Beskad Elite split off from him, though he did wordlessly take the offered void stones, and they began barking orders at the rest of the vode. They moved on, splitting around the lake and where this fight would proceed, instead advancing on the Sith troopers.

For his part, Adenn simply advanced towards Xanesh, rifle loosely held in his arms. His eyes bore into her as he stopped a dozen meters away from her. For a few moments, Adenn said nothing, simply observing Xanesh to see what might have changed, and what hadn't. Then he spoke, voice easily hearable over the sounds of battle all around them.
"Darth Xanesh, we meet again." Sneering beneath his skull helm, Adenn unconsciously clenched his robotic fist. "I do hope you don't mind repaying me for my wounds. Your head should do nicely."

 

[Cadere]

Objective: 1 - Aiding the Mandalorian Union
Location: Velmor Skies
Vehicle: Phenex Starfighter
Tags: Terence

:: Don't sweat it, Adenn Kyramud I'll handle this guy:: Cas addressed the Mandalorian warrior over his coms before returning his attention to Terence. The Jedi Knight watched as the pilot responded to his warning shots and maneuvered his way out the Phenex's targeting systems - he was good. Finally, a challenge he thought to himself as he followed the Burra's movements, despite the Phenex's difficulty to target him. Snickering, Cas answered the rival pilot's question ::Oh, you know, I love me some sights. Warzones happen to be among my favourites.::

Although no longer directly on Terence's tail, Cas kept in pursuit. Until, from his peripheral he spotted a straggler - a droid starfighter flying toward him. "Hate these things." he muttered, adjusting his attention to the straggler and avoiding two incoming shots by nose diving closer to the ground and twisting the Phenex. Performing a swift wingover, the Jedi pilot positioned himself head-to-head with the droid fighter and flew directly toward it as the Jedi and droid fired directly at each other.

Protected by his shields, Cas shot off an ion cannon which shut down the fighter's shields as well as its other electronics. Disabled, it began its descent to the ground but before its systems could return online, the Jedi unleashed a barrage of lasers and destroyed the fighter. Once more, Cas returned his attention to Terence ::Say, why shack up with these tools? Good pilot like you could be doing some good with that skillset.:: he asked for two reasons. To make conversation, but also to distract him if he could.

 

[Ardana Vorco]

Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian, Archon of the Primyn Group, Owner of UAAK and GBATS​

Location: City park, Velmor
Equipment: Polyweave dress | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit undersuit | Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Shield talisman | Empyrean gland | G1 OmniLink
Tag(s): Adenn Kyramud

Xanesh continued what she had begun; as a result, a strong, stormy wind first formed in the area, followed by clouds in the sky. In just a few minutes, huge storm clouds appeared over the entire area, it began to thunder and countless lightning strikes in the sky, and then it started to rain. This spread throughout the city, the wind was strong enough in some places to damage the buildings as well. Xanesh was great at causing Force Storms, which she then lovingly let them go so they could rampage freely.

This is what happened now; meanwhile a man appeared nearby. Although Xanesh chose a different look for herself after Wayland, her height, physique, posture were the same, so Adenn could easily get to know her. The two lightsabers on the side were the same, another telltale sign. She already knew the armour when the man approached, but when she spoke, it became completely clear. She looked up to see the man.

"Adenn Kyramud, I see you survived our last encounter."

Her voice was the same, she didn't change it. In the last battle, both of them were seriously injured; Xanesh survived with the drained life force because she used it to heal her own wounds. Dozens of soldiers died in it, dying, they would have died from the explosion anyway.

"If you want the same fate as last time or a worse one… I will not prevent it. Be my guest, Kyramud!"

 

[Theide]

With his movement, Theide spear thudded into the dragon, even as he crashed down with it. The tail that sought to struck him down, missed behind him. Though it was a closer thing than he realized. With a push of his strong legs, Theide launched himself upward then, pulling his spear free of the dragon, even as he flipped over him and away from his claws. And then came the tree, being thrust at him with wild abandon.

Dodging the first strike, Theide jabbed at the tree, tearing off a chunk. Another thrust, and another dodge, followed by another thrust. But they were too quick, and he was already speaking. So Theide leapt over and onto the tip of the tree, avoiding the worst of it, and riding out the storm. Hissing to himself, Theide braced himself before leaping free, even as the incantation began to take effect.

Landing in a tree, thanks to the motion of the attacks, Theide held on as the voices spoke. He ignored them, instead taking aim with his wrist mounted slug throwers. Then they picked up frequency, and Theide brought a hand to his head, groaning as his eyes squinted. He knew what these voices were saying, what they were trying to show him, was all lies. That didn't stop them from distracting him.

Gritting his teeth, Theide aimed his weapons again and opened fire. A mixture of slugs and blaster bolts shot forth, before Theide began laughing. He knew what awaited him in death, what awaited all Mandalorians. The voices could try to scare him all they wanted, but for a member of a clan that burned the bodies of the dead. For a member who's Alor went to the Nether regularly, who's c'yare had lived there for years, and both who had died. Death couldn't scare him, such lies were useless. Thus, Theide laughed, even as he shot, uncaring of how mad he sounded.

Ulrich | Lady Marrow | Kranak Vizsla
OOC- Sorry for the delay in a post, Mondays and Tuesdays are always busy for me for IRL reasons. And sorry for how short this is, couldn't rightly answer all the things that happened, since there was too much. So hit the biggest points, I hope.

 

[Terence]

Diplomatic Fight​

Objective: 1
Location: Skies of Velmor
Notable Equipment: Burra Starfighter
Tags: Cadere

The guy's voice was still distorted from the Burra's damaged comms unit, making his quips rather amusing to listen to. Terence was familiar with the kind of fighter whom he was dealing with. It was not a Mandalorian model, not at all. This was something he had seen Jedi fly in the past. This was one of those times when he thanked his lucky stars for his training - for to him, countering their viscous techniques tended to be a mundane task. At least in regards to countering whatever mind probes the other might be sending at him. Of course, it could just be a Mandalorian in a stolen ship, to the smuggler, it didn't matter much. "You do sound like a true Mandalorian. Always looking for another warzone, capable of ignoring the pain and suffering around you while relishing in the fight." he paused a few moments "I would probably do the galaxy a favour by bringing you down."

Soon, he noticed how the Phenex directed its nose towards an automated fighter. Keeping his own vessel steady, the Mercenary observed as his foe brought the droid down. Taking note of what just happened, he utilised his ship's high maneuverability and speed to quickly bring her into a vertical up to increase the distance between himself and the ground. Peering down at the Phenex from above, Terence let out a brief sigh before turning the nose of his craft down to fire off his twin cannons twice at his foe from above. "You talk too much" he said, fairly confident that his opponent could survive the blasts if he had any skill. Instead of continuing to pursue the other fighter, however, Terence soon raised the nose of his fighter once more and quickly started to climb upwards in an almost vertical manner, trying to increase the distance between himself and the Phenex.

 

[Cadere]

Objective: 1 - Aiding the Mandalorian Union
Location: Velmor Skies
Vehicle: Phenex Starfighter
Tags: Terence

Seemed the pilot took his joke a little too serious, prompting him to roll his eyes. Nothing worse than a stick in the mud - actually, there was but Cas had some leeway to be a little hyperbolic. ::You know that was sarcasm, right? Guess the rumors were true. They don't teach you a sense of humor at the pilot academy... Assuming you went to one.:: Cas managed to snarkily reply before engaging in his short lived dogfight against the droid fighter.

When that was done, Cas glanced upward through his fighter's canopy at the Burra above him before sensing an immediate danger - thanks to his arm hairs standing up. Uh oh he briefly internalised as he saw the twin lasers shoot downward toward him. Reacting instinctively, Cas steered his flight stick to the left and in turn the Phenex flipped on its side, allowing the lasers to pass the Phenex, barely missing the belly of the vessel. ::This may surprise you, but you actually aren't the first person to tell me this. In fact, about an hour ago one of the Mandos-- and he's gone.:: the Jedi pilot was forced to conclude the punchline of his well crafted joke when he saw the Burra begin to gain altitude.

Starting chase, Cas went on to continue annoying this mysterious pilot ::Come on! I'm starting to get the feeling you don't want to talk!:: the Kiffar quipped. Suddenly, a gruff Mandalorian voice came through the cockpits' coms "Jetii! Where the hell are you?! Stop screwing around and return to the battlefront!" "But--" "But nothing! You offered your aid. Get over here!" a Mandalorian pilot yelled. Cas sighed, the pilot was right, he couldn't afford to get caught up in a dogfight when the Mandalorians needed his help more right now. U-turning through the air, Cas began his return to the main aerial battle ::Sorry guy, we can't play anymore. Gotta return to my duties, y'know how it is. Catch you on the flip side.::

Wouldn't have been very polite of him to leave without saying goodbye to his new 'friend'.