Dirt and Ice (Mandalorian Dominion of Bimmiel)

[Garrus Garon]

Kandosii type Dreadnaught; Bridge

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...the orbital bombardment of Bimmiel had been a success according to preliminary reports that Garrus was receiving on the bridge of the Dreadnaught however it wasn't until he heard Strider hailing him again that he knew it had been completely successful. As Strider's voice came onto the comm for Garrus once again the Warrior would have turned and marched back to the communications officer who switched on the comms so that Garrus could reply to his Brother..."Affirmative."...he began..."I'll transports inbound to retrieve you and return you to my ship. It won't be long."...then the comms switched off and Garrus would begin to relay his orders throughout the bridge...

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...within moments a Shuttle escorted by a Gunship left the Kandosii type Dreadnaught and broke the atmosphere of Bimmiel before making their way towards the landing zone which would be indicated via coordinates shared with Strider. The Gunship acting as extra firepower incase the Yuuzhang Vong attempted a counterattack of any type of the survivors below...

...a second Gunship would be deployed to the initial crash site itself to search for any lingering survivors and recover possibly classified technology or documents from falling into the hands of the Yuuzhang Vong. Likely there was nothing but it paid to be thorough....

...despite precaution and formality Garrus intended to bring this world into the Mandalorian fold and have the Vong bend the knee...

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....on board the bridge of the Dreadnaught the Warrior continued relaying his orders to his crew..."Once the transport returns have my Brother join me here on the bridge. Offer medical attention to any of his people that may require it."...there was a certain expectation that accompanied his voice though once he had spoken he would become relatively silent. Moving towards a large frontal viewport Garrus stood there wearing his Beskar'gam and staring out into the blackness of the abyss while he waited...​

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[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Theoden Stronghammer"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"]

 

[Strider Garon]

[member="Garrus Garon"] was right about the ETA on the transports. It only took a few minutes for the rescue team broke ATMO and zeroed in on their current location. This was a close call, but they were not out of danger yet for bimmiel now was a war zone and the mandalorians were behind the lines. "Alright Vode, Transports incoming, secure the landing zone!" The old mando commanded, signaling for his available troops to take up defensive positions around the intended landing zone.

Only one transport landed, more then enough to hold the survivors while the other one provided areal over-watch. The loading ramp open exposing the inner belly of the ship and her crew. "Load up!" Strider ordered. His warriors would run the injured first while two by two the remaining Mandalorians would embark with Strider to be the last one to enter the ship.

Giving the thumbs up to the pilot the ship quickly took off enroute to his brother's dreadnaught. Once the ship landed in the landing bay Strider would remove his helmet to look upon his battered survivors "We are safe now. All of you have done me proud and I promise you those kriffing vong will suffer the day they feked with mandos"

With that he marched off the ship and made his way up to the bridge where his brother was waiting for him. The blast doors swept open and the older field marshal walked in " Vore entye!" He thanked Garrus in their native tongue. " I owe you for this save" Strider would of chuckled or gave a humours grin but he was very much focused on revenge.

"What do we have here and now to make these vong pay?"


[member="Theoden Stronghammer"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Finding herself being on one of the drop ships that had been end bonded. Having her commuation damage in one of the many scraps she had with the vong. Getting one of the link as she put a call in to [member="Strider Garon"] "This is Calum, I don't know where my clan sisters are at with me, report if she with you.", clinking off the commlink.

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Theoden Stronghammer"]

Arla had moved right along with everyone else she didn't need any tending to she was not wounded. She however was helping some of the others get to the medical attention they needed now that they were safely onboard the ship.

Arla had enough of Vong always being chased by them, chasing anyone that got in their way really. Arla was beginning to think she needed a vacation one that gave her wide open spaces where she could...scream and not be heard by anyone.

Hiking maybe, camping maybe...anything ..

 

[Ginnie Dib]

"Are you sure we got everybody? The intel said we had at least one or two others. Where are they?" Had they died? Had they gotten lost? Had they never existed and the not-so-book-smart girl read the numbers wrong? Only [member="Strider Garon"] would know.

Having done her bit to rescue the Mandalorian kin who had been stuck on Bimmiel, Ginnie stayed close to [member="Arla Balor"] and gave her big sister an even bigger hug. Her Tuk'ata raced onto the rescue ship, tongue wagging out of his mouth as he panted with canine entusiasm and sniffed at the Mando'ade inside. "Wembley! No it's okay that's my puppy!" Ginnie called out, the oscillating noise of shocked and sudden shouts shunting into her HUD.

"Arla, when we get home can you tell Mom I did a good job rescuing you? She's worrying too much and I want her to see I'm not getting in much danger. Not anything I can't handle. Besides! What would you do without me?" The now 13 year old tilted her buy'ce to the side, smiling beneath it and bursting into giggles.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Kandosii type Dreadnaught; Bridge

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...waiting on the bridge of the Kandosii type Dreadnaught until Strider arrived he would have turned to meet his Brother while extending his forearm so that the two of them could clasp firm and he could draw Strider into an embrace before releasing him. Looking at his Brother he would nod his head once before saying..."Nonsense. You would do the same for me."...then Garrus was reaching for his flask which he took a pull from before offering over to Strider in kind and saying..."Something to take the edge of and assure you warm Mandalorian blood still flows in your veins."...a bit of a chuckle followed but it was good natured...

...once pleasantries had been exchanged Garrus would turn back to the viewport and address Striders second remark which set him only slightly ill at ease..."A Kandosii holds twelve super heavy concussion missile launchers as you well know Brother. In an instant we could vaporize a continents worth of population centers with nuclear warheads."...though Garrus would advise..."It seems a waste to destroy so much though."...perhaps the Warrior was becoming sentimental in his age but the truth was Garrus abhorred the loss of life or unnecessary taking of it. He would have grieved further if he lost his brother though which meant he would follow through if this was Striders wish...

...moving away from the viewport Garrus would direct his brother to follow him as he moved to a different area on the bridge of the Dreadnaught before pointing out a holographic map set across a strategic table on the bridge. He came closer and gestured with his hand..."If you look at this there are several centers we could outline for orbital bombardment. Places were noncombatant casualties will be minimized."...it was his reasoning that..."A sufficient show of force should bring the Vong to heel while ensuring that the majority of their population remains a viable resource to us."...the Vong did have their uses after all...

....Garrus would wait to hear Striders opinion on the matter however he would also add..."On your command Brother."...then if it were to be done Garrus would have his ship unleash hell on Bimmiel's surface...​

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[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Riggs]

Theoden had entered the ship with a young mando on his arm. The man had taken a beating inside his armor but he would live. Setting him down close to the medics Theoden removed his buy'ce and hooked it to the webbing oh his belt. "Don't worry son, you'll live to fight another day. Just remember those ladies back home would miss you if you died. And that pitting on your armor is a badge of honor. Wear it proudly."

Pushing up and away he paused as he looked at the smith's mark imbedded on a shoulder plate. A smile crossed his craggy face as he recognized the mark of Kal Kandossii. "That's good armor vod." Turning away he watched Garon stride up the ramp as it closed behind. Giving him a slight nod he walked over to find the kid, [member="Ginnie Ordo"] with her pup.

"You did good out there ad'ika. Proud to have stood with you." He nodded at the woman [member="Arla Balor"] who he had noticed before and whom Ginnie was standing with. "Vod", was his greeting as he sent a message to [member="Strider Garon"] who was heading to the bridge. "I heard we have some dead out there sir. Permission to retrieve their tallies or armor for the clans."

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Ginnie Ordo"]

Arla looked down at her sister, "sure I can tell her, but you know it doesn't stop her from fretting, she's only mandalorian by injection not so much by blood" Arla smiled what would Rianna say about Ginnie being in battle so much at such a young age, she had an idea but in truth all mandalorian children went into battle not all out battle. But still but even in all out Ginnie had held her own.

"Do you take the puppy every where?"

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Ginnie sighed dramatically and put the back of her crush gaunt against her buy'ce. "We've gotta teach Mom how to be a bloody Mandalorian." The puppy in question had grown to the size of Ginnie's shoulders and Wembley had a long way to go until he was a full sized two ton beast. Wembley rested his head on Ginnie's shoulder and huffled, looking over at [member="Arla Balor"]. Ginnie giggled. "Wembley says 'who else is gonna look after pink girl?' He's so cute."

Ginnie stood even prouder when [member="Theoden Stronghammer"] came up to congratulate her. "Thank you, Alor! I'll go into battle with you anytime. Just call Ginnie Ordo and I'll be there. As long as I finish my homework and my Mom says it's okay."

Ginnie took Arla's hand and pulled her sister along to follow Theoden Stronghammer. "Are you going back down? I'll go with you. I can help, Alor Stronghammer."

 

[Riggs]

Theoden smiled down at the girl from his height. "I'm not an alor child,just a good ole mando'ad who answered the call to and to lend assistance to our vode who needed help. Alor!" He laughed, a below worthy of bear.

Looking back at [member="Ginnie Ordo"] he wiped tears of amusement from the corners of his eyes with his left hand, right still gripping his war . "No, my nephews are the future of our clan. Atin is our alor. Good man, level headed, and about to be a father. Kal, will Kal is a free spirit, helluva good smith, and a lad close to my heart. They alor material. I'm just a soldier and tinkerer."

He shifted his weight looking at the growing pup. "You're strong, smart, and fearless. I can see alor in your time ad'ika, just don't grow up fast. " He chuckled.

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider gave his brother a glacier gold stare, ones that he reserves for when he is about to set many to death " Launch your attack Garrus!" He would reply, this his gaze was full of murder his voice was calm and steady. He wanted nothing more then to be on the ground himself and play skip rope with vong intestine but the more effective route to end this conflict fast and quick was the route that was the most brutal. War is cruel, the crueler ti is the faster its over. And th vong were about to feel the wrath of the Mandalorians by means of precise orbital bombardment.

Strider would also give [member="Theoden Stronghammer"] the green light to gather a team up to retrieve the fallen or at the very least gather their armor and tags. This was an not the way this old warrior wanted to have the day go but the vong drew first blood and now the Mandos were going to end it.

Strider was confused by [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] transmission, all that had survived were aboard the ship now. Did they leave her behind? Was she injured and delusional? Strider honestly didn't have time to check to see who was with and who was not. "Calum, what is your location? Are you aboard the ship or you still planet side?"

 

[Garrus Garon]

Kandosii type Dreadnaught; Bridge

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...Garrus had always known his brother was a brutal man, as brutal as they came in the heat of combat and with a tip of the head signifying his understanding he would have turned back to his Tactical Officer on the bridge of the Dreadnaught and said..."Prepare to fire warheads at the population centers of Bimmiel."...the crew aboard the ship knew that this would mean vaporizing much of the population below however they would obey the Field Marshal as they were sworn to do. Waiting as the munitions were loaded Garrus would have stated..."On my mark."...before motioning to Strider and moving back across the bridge towards the viewport where the both of them would be able to watch the missiles launch and the explosions that followed as they tore across the surface of the planet....

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...the Kandosii type Dreadnaught would continue to orbit Bimmiel until the order was given and then the capital ship would begin to shift, thrusters would come to life and it began a slow sweep around the planet preparing its payload for orbital bombardment...

..."Fire."...

...an order so simple slipping from the Field Marshall's mouth and the Dreadnaught would respond in kind as the super heavy concussion missile tubes began to belch forth a harbinger of death down onto the planets surface. The Nuclear Warheads would break the atmosphere on the back of rockets that spewed fire and split the air as they thundered down towards their targets. A brief silence followed and then an enormous -pop- when the eruption came a mushroom cloud rose taller than skyscrapers as the blasts leveled the population centers of the Yuuzhan Vong. Millions would be killed in the blink of an eye. Craters were left in the wake of the warheads which rippled out from the epicenter of impact...

...the Kandosii would fire twelve times, twelve warheads, once for each of the missile tubes that it was outfitted with. Only once the bombardment was completed would Theoden Stronghammer be provided with the necessary Transports and Gunships to search for survivors on the ground below. Resistance was not expected after this massacre...

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....meanwhile on the bridge of the Dreadnaught Garrus would remain stoic in the face of the destruction wrought before he turned to face his brother once more saying..."It is done. Bimmiel will bend the knee to Mandalore now."...they had no choice because in the blink of an eye their population had been reduced by enormous numbers. In some ways Garrus preferred being a simple Warrior to a Field Marshall. On the battlefield he felt no pity for killing the man who attempted to do likewise to him but in space, commanding a massive capital ship, he felt it was almost dishonorable to take so many lives at the push of a button as it were...​

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[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Theoden Stronghammer"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

'Secure the LZ? Should be easy enough.' Adenn thought as he moved a small distance away from their earlier transport, scanning the skies and horizon for any more Vong, which he hoped that they didn't come, more for their own sake instead of his vod's. A short time later a transport arrived, with a gunship for support, and everyone quickly climbed in while the bounty hunter moved in second to last, before Strider, and despite Adenn's expectations the ship had more room than there were mandalorians, not that he cared though.

As the transport landed on the dreadnaught the bounty hunter put the weapon currently clasped in his hands on his back-plate, which magnetically locked the weapon in place, satisfied with where the weapon was, Adenn stood up and exited the transport, boots clanking upon each step on the floor of the dreadnaught "That whole thing seemed a little too easy, even with the Vong there, I didn't even have to shoot much." The bounty hunter chuckled before he removed the helmet from his head, putting it to the side, popping his neck almost instantly afterwards, and heading towards the bridge to see if they would have to return to Bimmiel at a later date, due to what felt like a failure to him. A short jog to the bridge before the man stopped to catch his breath, he didn't want to be breathing all over [member="Strider Garon"] or the captain of the ship, after a moment of waiting Adenn approached the blast doors as they parted to let him through "Mind if I enter? My boots are a little dirty." He joked.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

[member="Theoden Stronghammer"] "Kal? [member="Kal Kandossii"] ? I know him! I do! We rescued [member="Preliat Mantis"] together. He was awesome and he stuck to my six and I stuck to his six to make sure we got out of the prison and he went pew pew pew and things went kaBOOM and I went fwoosh and lit things on fire and we saved Field Marshal Mantis and then his girlfriend paid me and I bought my own Beskar Smithing tools and I bought my puppy Wembley and then I saved some for later 'cause my Daddy taught me to be firscly responsible. I don't know what a firscal is, but I'm responsible for it."

Don't grow up too fast? It seemed a prevailing theme from the adults in her life: Ginnie had to be glad to be a kid. Six months ago, the child wouldn't have been able to understand being a kid, hoping as she had that she could survive. But with the full adoption into Clan Ordo, Ginnie was rediscovering play, fun and being protected by a Vod of her own. She saluted Theoden and walked along beside him as [member="Strider Garon"] let him go collect the dead.

"I'll try not to grow up too fast, but I might have to get my sisters to help me. They're all older than me, but that's okay. I like being the baby of the family. Someday, though. Someday I'm gonna be Mand'alor." And did the child believe it?

With all her heart, she did.

 

[Strider Garon]

"Ori'jate!" Strider praised his brother, placing a firm grip upon his shoulder plate "Pity it had to come to this but a good lesson that the galaxy should learn and be reminded of. Resistance is futile". Strider could see the planet through the multiple holo-screens that displayed the carnage that he allowed his younger brother to unleash.

Strider noticed [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] entering the bridge with his usual nonchalant humor about him. If Strider was a being of normality he would of found the joking to be disrespectful at the time and present. The Garon brothers had just bombed the hell out of the vong, casualties would be high and any normal being would be battling their moral conscience on such an event. But they were Mandalorians, war was their way of life and dark humor or humor just in general was just how they coped. "Come Vod! Your more then welcome to join us up here"

 

[Garrus Garon]

Kandosii type Dreadnaught; Bridge

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...as usual Garrus was receptive of the praise that his brother offered him however he would make the remark to Strider that..."It is a lesson everyone who hears of it will know Brother."...which could either be good or bad depending on how a person wanted to look at it but the Warrior would not dwell long on the matter. Instead he took his flask from his hip once more and pressed it to his mouth before taking a short swallow that ended when he stated..."Let us honor the dead with a toast. Many of our warriors doubtless lost their lives on Bimmiel."...either during the fighting or the crash that had preceded it. Once he had taken his drink he would have offered the flask over to Strider so that he could do likewise as was a common custom between the two of them...

...around this time is when Adenn Gra'tua would make himself known as the blast doors to the bridge hissed, opening wide to allow him entry, causing Garrus to look in his direction. He did not know Adenn however Strider seemed receptive towards him which set Garrus at ease as he offered..."Well met, Vod."...when Strider was done the flask would be offered to Adenn as well and he could join the Garon Brothers in a toast over this new victory. It would be a victory anyways. Bimmiel would fall into line iwth the Mandalorian fold...

...a Communications Officer would inform Garrus that they were receiving comms from the surface of Bimmiel asking for terms and Garrus would stiffly reply..."The Vong will accommodate us by sending their surviving leaders to a location of our choosing. Inform them they are now under Mandalorian jurisdiction. Relay the message."...it was done. Now all Garrus had to do was manage the annexation of Bimmiel alongside his Brother when the time came. Nothing to it...​

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[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider took the drink of victory then passed it along to [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] for him to follow suit in the Garon custom. Strider would then pull out a cigar from his side pouch, lit it and the took a long puff. Victory came at a cost, but that was a the price of war..... a price the mandalorians know all to well. The older Garon then exhaled the smoke and passed the cigar to his brother.

"In our lifetime the Mandalorians will rule the galaxy. I will make sure of it" He promised.

[member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Riggs]

"You know what kid, I believe you will be mand'alor one day. Until then you keep listening to your buir. And keep that pup with you." He chuckled again as they walked across the hanger. Getting the message from Strider he sent a message. "Yes sir." Looking over at Ginnie he nodded toward one of the shuttles. "We started this together, want to go help me retrieve the armor of our fallen vode?" He asked the question but some how he knew what her response would be.

Near the shuttle three mandos were milling around talking. From one of their shoulders was a small medal telling Theoden he was a pilot. "Stick jockey, we need to head back to the surface and collect our vode, Give us a ride?" The woman slid on her buy'ce. "Come aboard and let's go get our vode."

Theoden followed her up the ramp into the shuttle as the other two in her group followed. The shuttle was given clearance and slipped through the magcon field. Dropping through the atmosphere they ship followed the small blips of the transponders of the fallen.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Adenn looked to [member="Strider Garon"] as he spoke, nodding as he started walking over to the man before he received a greeting from [member="Garrus Garon"] "Well med indeed, Vod." He said to the man before a flask was passed to the bounty hunter from Strider, which he accepted, taking a gulp from it before sealing it and handing it to Garrus, its original owner, as a cigar was lit by Strider Garon, Adenn took a step back to avoid inhaling the smoke, waving it away as it approached. Upon the cigar being passed to the other Garon brother the one who'd lit it mentioned the mandalorians, and how they would take control of the galaxy, to which the bounty hunter chuckled to before saying "I think all of us will make sure of that, Vod."

 

[Strider Garon]

"Yes, It will take us all to complete the task and complete it we shall" Strider prophesied the conquest of this galaxy under the mandalorian banner. It will be one faction at a time but all will bend their knees to Mand'alor.