Invasion Divergence; Imperial Confederation Invasion of Kiros

Vindicta · Aug 14, 2019

Vindicta; Artificial Intelligence
Location: Forest, Kiros Surface
Objective: Search & Destroy. Heading towards the nearest bunker.
Allies: The Golden Company, Core Imperial Confederation
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore
Ground Force Complement: Detachment & Equipment List

↳ Just… nothing.

It was not an adequate answer.

And so, 「The Black Swallowtail」 spoke up once more, addressing the crux of matter.

“Denied. Elaborate further, Designation: Arash Garshasp.”

From <her> observations through his visor, him and other outriders has found themselves engaged in battle.

It was then that a stream of data flowed into the artificial construct, an succinct announcement from their client that yet another salvo of defoliators will be launched towards the surface to aid in clearing the forest. The ever expedient 「Vindicta」 approved of such an act, for while there were barely anything here that could affect <her> armoured and droid detachment, the foliage slowed their advance enough that <she> was beginning to realise the hindrance of having a physical form.

Even as the warheads began to impact on the ground, 「The Black Swallowtail」 and <her> contingent ignored the tremors that rippled through the surface, persistent with forging onwards even as the ensuing flames and heat licked across their chassis and eroded all the organic lifeforms that surrounded them.

According to the observations of the reconnaissance droids in space and a new set of calculations, they should be arriving at the nearest bunker in approximately seven minutes.

Scherezade deWinter · Aug 14, 2019

Objective: In the jungles of the planet (forgot to update this in the last few posts, sorry)
Commanding: Seven (7) Battalions of B1's
Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: CIC & Friends | [member="Lannik Hayes"]
Enemies: UCM | [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Nicair Claden"]
Post: Five

Scherezade looked at Lannik, the playful smirk still in her eyes. She was pretty certain that by now she'd asserted herself as a professional that knew how to bark orders and move knives around with the Force, so there was no reason to point out that she'd been involved in much more unprofessional pranks than that when she was fresher out of the pebble and didn't know what else to do when faced with scenarios like these, which, at the bottom line, mostly spelled out complete and utter boredom.

The memories of the Confederate's attempt to wrestle Tatooine out of the hands of the Galactic Empire's control were still fresh in her mind though it had been a year and a half; but unlike Lannik's crew, the events there and her questions had drawn mockery and ire rather than cooperation. In some little part of her hart, she slightly envied the goofy soldiers that he'd brought with him.

She nodded enthusiastically – there was pleasure in the meeting indeed. Few people put the minimal effort in to give her a reason to laugh, most of them just preferred to do the mandatory introduction thing before doing a U turn to get as far away from her as possible.

"Treasure hunt?" she asked with a curious look. Unless he was referring directly to their hidden Mandalorians, she had no clue what it was he spoke of. "My own orders are simple. Clean the Mandalorian taint from the face of this planet. That usually means a kill kill destroy destroy sort of a thing." She paused, and added with another grin, "It's what I do best."

And then it was time to run. Keeping up thepace, Scherezade turned her face to the man. "So tell me again," she asked, "why aren’t we just burning the planet to a crisp? I'm sure a few well positioned detonators could cause beautiful flames to eat this area up and kill the annoying insects along the way."

Kou'ha Escala · Aug 14, 2019

Captain Kou’ha Escala, Imperial Navy
Equipment: Uniform & Code Cylinder
Location: Command Deck, INV Arjuna, Kiros Orbit
Objective: #2; Shock & Awe
Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

Even from their position in the orbit, Kou’ha was able to perceive the sphere of amber and gold from when the defoliants impacted on the surface.

Silently, he celebrated the further devastation of Kiros.

Even while the percentage of casualties that ensued from the deluge of warheads were zero, the sight of the scarred surface of what was once an idyllic world satisfied some of his hunger for vengeance. For even after a year, the young captain had not forgiven the Mandalorians for the crippling of the Concordia. Though his allegiance was commanded by a different leader these days, his wrath continued to burn and corrode.

As the last wisp flames began to dissipate, Kou’ha turned his attention back to the streams of reports and information that filtered in, keeping a sharp eye out for any and all updates pertaining to the entirety of the system and the satellite drifting before them. After all, it was Captain Kestrel and his own vessels who possessed the batteries of turbolasers and ion cannons with the farthest reach. So it was both their duties to maintain their vigilance, lest the situation in space changed for the worse.

After all, it would not do for the Fleet Admiral to revert back into space to chaos.

Allies

[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

Enemies

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"]

[member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Azure Djitred"]

Lannik Hayes · Aug 14, 2019

Lieutenant Lannik Hayes, Imperial Stormtrooper Corps
Equipment: Primary: Armour, Vishnu Military Shield, Cambiador Blaster Rifle, Lava Cannon, 3x Fragmentation Grenades, 4x Adhesive Grenades, 3x Bacta Bomb | Secondary: Dissuader KD-30 (with Xenoboric Slugs), AKraB Vibrodagger | Others: A platoon of stormtroopers (24 troopers, including PC) escorted by an Equaliser Tank
Location: Somewhere in this karking forest, Kiros
Objective: Draw out the Mandalorians. Search & destroy
Allies: The Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederacy of Independent Systems
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore & Allies

“Well..” Lannik began, his voice taking on an uncharacteristically solemn tone as he gave the matter much contemplation. “It was either ‘treasure hunt’ or ‘hide-and-seek with an element of whack-a-mole’. But I’m guessing since we haven’t really heard any reports of the Mandalorians popping up anywhere else on the comms, they are probably staying hidden as we tick off our checklist of where they might be.”

While he was safe in his armour and not flattened by the heatwave that was generated by the defoliators, he could see the trees swaying and leaves and branches flying past them. Luckily for deWinter though, half of his platoon were gathered around them to seek protection from the surge of disturbed air, so she was mostly protected by a barrier of armoured beings.

Good.

Because Lannik liked the brunette woman well enough that he would prefer to see her unharmed.

And fortunately, the lieutenant had enough experience with his previous charge that the pathfinder’s blunt admission did not even falter him. “You can never go wrong with more kill kill destroy destroy, especially when it comes to enemies.” Because if you didn’t rain murder and mayhem on those kriffers, they’ll end up rolling you into a shallow grave first. And Lannik was just the right side of ruthless and selfish that he’d prefer to see the other side dead before anyone he knew ended up being killed.

From the stillness of the foliage, it seemed that the worst of it has passed them by. Signalling for his men to continue with their advance, Lannik began to walk behind the tank even as he continued his conversation with his companion.

“Who knows that they are thinking half the time?” he said with a careless shrug. “If I have to guess, I suppose they’re asking us to go the roundabout way so they could at least say we tried to show mercy?” There were quite a significant numbers of togruta living in Kiros, if his memory of his briefing still held fast.

“I may not have the right detonators at hand, but if you have an inner pyromaniac itch you want to scratch, you’re more than welcome to try your hand at using a lava cannon.” The stormtrooper paused as a report as to the circumference of the impact zone scroll through his display. “Well, our progress should be a little easier soon enough. If you’d like to save some energy, you’re more than welcome to hitch a ride on the bustle rack after we’ve cleared the forest.”

He eyed the stormtroopers that were flanking them with a deadpan look. “Don’t even think of asking. None of you are getting the preferential treatment, because the others will start razzing on me if I allowed a few of you karks to have the easy life.” Sometimes, Lannik felt like he acted more like a babysitter to 23 unruly younglings rather than trained soldiers. But then again, he also had a childish and petty side… though he would rather go skinny-dipping on Hoth than to admit it.

Allies:

[member="Scherezade DeWinter"]

Enemies:
[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"]

[member="Azure Djitred"] | [member="Nicair Claden"]

Illyria Syresh · Aug 14, 2019

[SIZE=9pt]Illyria had been expecting to hear Khonsu’s praise at her helping him. She had wanted to hear his praise and his pride at seeing her be useful and do something other than feel bad for herself. Yet, she was met with a completely different fate, a completely different outcome than she had been most hoping for. Instead of praise at her help, she was met with disappointment and anger from him. The growl made her take a step back from him from her position against the wall, utilizing it as cover. However when she heard the snarl, she turned around completely...not daring to look at him or that pitiful excuse of a Mandalorian. The blue-skinned woman did not know why Khonsu wasn’t accepting her help. She was an extra weapon in her arsenal to help him fight, and he knew how much she wanted to help him and prove herself to him. Yet, he was not allowing her to do such a simple thing as help her. She was just...useless to him as she always would be. Wasn’t she?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Illyria felt the edges of her eyes begin to sting, small droplets of water leaking from her eyes as she thought over their latest encounter. She felt hurt from the simple primal growl and snarl that she had heard from him. The woman had not been meaning any ill-will towards him or any disrespect by simply not following his orders. She had been trying to help him and to prove herself to her mentor, to someone whom she had grown to trust...somewhat during their training and venture with one another. Yet perhaps it has been seen as disobedience and disrespect aimed towards him? Truth be told, she had been acting spiteful and a little brash as of late due to his manipulation of her to kill somebody, something that she had not wanted to ever do. Perhaps this was a consequence of such thinking and such emotions? The female zabrak did not know, and she did not wish to find out. She just wished that everything could be as simple as it used to be.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Scion of house Syresh wished that everything could be as the books she read as a child, yet that could never happen. The wider galaxy was now open to her, and there was no stopping the open door of possibility and new experiences.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The woman’s teary eyes watched over the pathway leading towards the alleyway, bodies were littered all over it...smoking from burned and charred flesh. Illyria didn’t allow herself to look at the dead bodies, she didn’t want to...it was better to think of them as having passed on peacefully, instead of confronting the hard truth of it. Her golden eyes saw movement in the distance, near the entrance to the street. The T-shaped visors were a dead giveaway...Mandalorians. Without hesitating, she pressed down on the trigger of her rifle. After which, blasts of solarized particle beams shot outwards, burning the Mandalorians. A few of them fell, while others were able to tank the damage and keep moving forwards.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She ran to the wall she took earlier as cover before this red Mandalorian intruded in their presence, utilizing the wall to prevent herself or her shields from taking any blaster fire. Illyria closed her eyes and took in a deep breath through her nostrils, keeping herself calm and her muscles tensed without worrying herself. Peeking out from the cover, she fired her rifle once more. Striking two more Mandalorians, and being met with laser fire hitting the deflector shield. At first, the Scion of house Syresh had panicked...only to realize nothing was becoming of that blaster fire. It was harmless.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The distraction of the blaster fire had left her wide open...before she knew it, an armored from had slammed it’s shoulder into her body, knocking her to the ground with her rifle falling away. A mandalorian was over her now, straddling her waist as he tried to get at her with a knife that had been holstered on the belt that slung around his own waist.[/SIZE]

Cynthia Alucard · Aug 14, 2019

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: Hanger Bay of The Tuatha De Danann
Starcraft: TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor (Wing Compliment of Seventy-Two) The Tuatha De Danann (HQ- Located far Edge of Kiros Space)
Attire: Flight Suit
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"]

Engaging: None

“Pixie One, do you think we scared them off?” Cyn’s second asked, his voice held a bit of curiosity, no doubt equally as anxious as his commander.

Cyn considered the question, fear was a useful tool to wield, in fact the Tarkin Doctrine was such a great tool it was clearly used to their current day. Else why do we still use dagger shaped Capital ships and fear inspiring Stormtroopers? “-I doubt such is possible with the Mandalorians, but I doubt that this clear abandonment indicates more than just an understanding on the part of the Mandalorians as well.” Cyn offered her thoughts.

Fear, no, cornered creatures fear and lash out, this was nothing more than just the enemy laying down the welcome mat for us.

“You have a point there, Pixie One,” Her second agreed, “-We are getting reports of token resistance on the planet’s surface, but it has been exclusively planetary militia and other defense forces local to the system.”

The threat of being under attack was indeed minimal for the Pilots, to such a degree their concern for safety extended towards the poor ground-pounders delivering the Imperial peace upon the planet. Their relationship between the two branches had always been. . . distant, just as distant of where the two military branches operate. Cyn’s own growing relationship with one certain Lannik Hayes was an outlier for sure and the TIE Commander enjoyed their friendship thus far.

Cyn continued to pilot her TIE with unchanging speeds or direction, their patrol continued to stretch, their net of TIEs ever growing larger to encompass more and more off the empty dark void that surrounded the planet of Kiros. “-I guess there is some truth, we either are in the fight for our lives, or bored out of our wits.” Cyn sarcastically pointed, her Second chuckled and her Wing continued their patrol.

I wonder how many more systems they intend to let us invade before they spring their trap, or we push them far enough where they themselves can no longer run.

Mig Gred · Aug 14, 2019

Objective: Stop deWinter!
Allies: UCM
Enemy: CIC and allies, [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Tags: [member="Azure Djitred"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"]
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Mig glared as he tried to understand what he was supposed to be doing, and how this game was even supposed to work. It was then that a communication came in. deWinter. He remembered her little speech from Taanab. And now she was calling all the Mandos here out. Mig’s Buir always told him biding time for the right moment wasn’t lacking honor, it was being a good leader many times. Now though.... Mig grunted, putting on his helmet and looking to Leddie.

“Stay here. Stay safe.” The girl just nodded as Mig looked at the others. “Couldn’t figure this game out anyway.” He then walked for the bunker exit. He was going for deWinter. He wasn’t going to let her hunt any more of his Vod! Be it by peace or by blood.

(Sorry it’s short. Mobile post.)

Arash Garshasp · Aug 14, 2019

Arash Garshasp
Location: Heading to Planet surface of Kiros, ~~Military Outpost #1~~ Heading towards Next Military Objective
Objective: Defeat All Mandalorian Forces
Status: Anxious
Engaging: Kiros Militia Forces
Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Vindicta"] | [member="Illyria Syresh"]

TTH/TSP-001 “Anhur” - Pattern Combat Swoop Bike

TTH/FDL-001 “Cerastus” - Pattern Force Lance

VSA-01 "Auxilia" - Combat Suit (Fully Sealed)
VW-03 “Apollo” - Pattern Solar Ionization Pistol

TTH/TPV-001 “Xiphos” - Pattern Plasmatic Vibrosword
VCS-01 “Aspis” Pattern Combat Shield

Denied? Further explanation? Arash eyed the AI icon on his HUD, his back rested against the wall of the bunker. Cleared of all enemies, as the previous occupants found their broken bodies laid out, no grave to be dug and no words spoken for the dead. Arash eyed the rest of the Anhur riders, many of them worked quickly on their bikes and a few others began to dig through several of the communication ID’s left behind. They weren’t here to run blind into the forest in hopes of finding another Outpost, and even though bunker emplacements were already highlighted by their AI, it was prudent of them to make sure their next attack plan had no run in with unexpected enemies.

With this small moment of reprieve, Arash sighed and wondered on his next chosen words, as he would need to word his explanation carefully as he was beginning to get slightly vexed by this AI’s questions. I thought the AI was supposed to listen to our Orders and provide information should it be necessary?

“Surya does not need to know as she isn’t paramount to the current mission objective. The latter request is to allow me a chance to carefully look at my medical condition throughout the operation.” Arash explained, his voice tepid with such exhausting explanation for an answer.

Why does this AI care so much?

But Arash knew better than to ask such a question, he was already finding it difficult to focus from his own issues, he does not need to add another weight on his mind. With a quick swipe from his HUD, he quickly boarded his Anhur, the rest of the squadron also readied themselves to get on with their objective. Arash peered at the AI Icon once more before he returned his focus to his Anhur bike and headed back into the forest with the rest of the other riders.

What a strange AI I just noticed. . . First and foremost he hoped that he could dodge the flaming hot bullet that was known as Surya, but most importantly was to steer away from this AI as far as he could, for this conversation thus far began to sound much too tedious. Especially to have it right now. . . what is even the AI's designation called again? Arash began to think back from the countless of debriefings he had paid no full attention towards.

Nicair Claden · Aug 14, 2019

Objective: Re-level campaign
Allies: UCM
Tags: @Azure Dijtred | [member="Taru Cadera"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

Nicair grimaced lightly at Mig's exit.

This is fine, I planned this for five but I can make it work with four. I'll just have to lower this boss down a level and take out this combat. Wait, no that one is needed for the story. As if they'll follow the story anyway. What if I remove this NPC? No he's needed provided they don't kill the raiders on the way there. Rally, Nicair, you can do this! You've thought through combat strategies as you're engaged with someone you can improvise one little hiccup in a game!

It was at this moment that Kheir, still wearing Nicair's too large helmet, tugged at his adoptive father's kama of which he'd never let go in the first place.

"*Nic' where is he going?*" The child was either growing stealthier or Nicair wasn't quite paying attention, but he had momentarily forgotten his son's presence. The boy didn't speak nor move around very often. Even shifting his weight was uncommon. It was fortunate the Sociph don't really have a startle reflex, otherwise he most likely would have jumped. The look that crossed his face was more one of curiosity than shock.

"*He's gone to fight. Go play with the other children, Kheir, Say hi like we practiced, okay?*" In response to his father, with his helmet still atop his head, the young vong child walked over to Lailya, the child Nicair recalled from Azure. Though the young girl seemed preoccupied with their game of hide and seek, Kheir didn't quite have the social grace to pick up on it. It would break what he and Nicair had rehearsed. Unfortunately, they hadn't prepared for the chance that the children might not speak Mando'a.

"Ner gai b Kheir. Meg cuyir gar? (My name's Kheir. What's yours?)" While the helmet didn't have the voice distortion if it were worn with the armor, it still had the hollow sound one would expect. Along with the hand motions and the young child's not quite Socishi not quite full vong accent, he might be harder to understand. This is of course, assuming that the individual he was speaking to had some understanding of Mando'a in the first place.

While Kheir attempted to be a social butterfly, Nicair would assist in the creation of characters and guiding of backstories for those that still needed the assistance. On Kheir's finish of his question, the helmet that Nicair knew didn't quite match up with the boy's eyes looked over at him. He gave the young one a nod of approval, and the smallest of smiles. He threw a thumbs up for good measure.

Azure Djitred · Aug 14, 2019

Objective: Support Mig, protect Lailya
Allies: UCM
Enemies: CIC+friends
Tags: [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Lannik Hayes"]

Azure's face soured as deWinter's transmission came through. What an annoyance. Here she was trying to have a nice day away from Vanquo with her daughter, and now it was all being interrupted. She wondered what these war mongers were mad about this time. An annoyed sigh escaped her lips as Mig left the table. Her abilities would be useful to support him, both to attack and defend. pushing her chair away from the table, Azure walked over to Lailya, and ruffled her hair.

"I'm going to go up to the surface, you stay here, okay? It's not safe up there, but I'll come back."

"Okay Miss Azure! Have fun!"

Azure smiled as Lailya grabbed her hand, and gave it a squeeze. Azure squeezed back, before turning to those left at the table.

"I'm following Mig to the surface, I can at least keep the planet from killing him."

Not waiting for an answer, Azure hurried to catch up with Mig. She walked silently beside him, a veil annoyance washed over her pale features. It would take but a few minutes for them, and any at the table who would follow, to reach the surface. Taking the lead, Azure opened the bunker door, and began to whisper-sing to keep the plants from attacking the Mandalorians as they exited.

"Heed the call of the mountain wind
Fill your heart with the soul of ever green
Blessed be the hearts of love
Hear my prayer oh woods of ever green
Heed to thee the call of the wind"

Marriskcal Lati · Aug 15, 2019

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Equipment: Primary: Armour, Precision Carbine, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) | Secondary: Dissuader KD-30 (with Xenoboric Slugs), Throwing Knives, 3x Fragmentation Grenades, 3x CryoBan Grenades, 1x Bacta Bomb
Location: Border of the Artisan Colony, Kiros Surface
Objective: #1, Apocalypse
Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

Without any further word from the other, Marriskcal completed the process, allowing the armour to encase her frame in its protective embrace. There was a faint tingle that echoed through her form when the neutral interface linked up with her sensorium, and while it was still a strange and novel feeling for the young woman, she knew it would only be a matter of time before she grew accustomed to the sensation.

It was when she moved, a gauntlet reaching out to pluck the slim belt containing her hilts and throwing knives that the blonde found herself reminded that while the armour she was wearing may be massive in size, it possessed a precision and acuity that was rare. And while she was still unhappy about allowing a droid holding a laser scapel to stand at her back and implant the neural lace into her body, Marriskcal supposed it was somewhat well worth the distasteful occurrence.

With her preparations done, the commissar joined the mercenary and section of stormtroopers assigned her in the gunship. With flames and heatwaves that emanated from the warheads dispersed, the vessel departed from the hangar bay of the Karna and made for the surface of Kiros, aiming a little further away from the border of the artisan colony where several revealed bunkers could be seen after the second wave of defoliants.

Allies

[member="Varian Alaric"]

Enemies

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"]

[member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Azure Djitred"]

Vindicta · Aug 15, 2019

Vindicta; Artificial Intelligence
Location: Forest, Kiros Surface
Objective: Search & Destroy. Heading towards the nearest bunker.
Allies: The Golden Company, Core Imperial Confederation
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore
Ground Force Complement: Detachment & Equipment List

And perhaps in the near future, 「Vindicta」 would learn and progress to further understand the subtle nuances of a sentient’s unspoken intent. But for now, <she> was content to accept the words he had given to <her>. “Very well, Designation: Arash Garshasp. I will remember your instruction in regards to your records.”

Considering this as the end to their exchange, the artificial construct retreated to focus back on the progress of <her> detachment. From the telemetry data, they were swiftly approaching the first of the bunkers, one that was located a distance away from the artisan colony. And while it was once perfectly concealed by its camouflage, with the second wave of defoliators rippling across the surface and consumed all the organic life in its impact area, the scarred metal of the blast doors were now exposed to the mechanised detachment.

Not that <she> was ignorant as to the location of the bunkers, as 「The Black Swallowtail」 has been observing the exodus of the sentients from space ever since the arrival of the Wyvern in the orbit of Kiros. After all, <her> objective for the day was simple and straightforward.

「Search and destroy」

From amongst the contingent of Ares, the looming form of a Sekhmet moved forward, its solar ionisation cannon coming alive with a low hum. Flanking the protective doors to the bunker were two units of the arachnid-inspired Nekhbets, their launcher turrets prepared to unload several thermal imploders the moment a breach appeared.

Scherezade deWinter · Aug 15, 2019

While she couldn't see them with her eyes, Scherezade knew they were protected by the rest of the platoon. Unlike droids, she could feel the presence of organics, even if they themselves were not Force Sensitives. With the B1's she had with her, that was another story all together. She couldn’t sense droids anywhere, but the sounds of their chatter and blaster bolts could be heard over everything. In essence, they were still walking forward, not caring about the bees or other insects, still shooting everything in sight. B1's loved to shoot anything in sight.

She didn't trust the sudden silence of the jungle. Jungles were places where life was seeping all around. Silence, more often than not, meant incoming danger. She wanted to focus on it as they continued to run, but Lannik had something super important that now had her entire attention.

"Lava cannons?" she grinned.

The running had stopped now, and she sent orders to her B1's to remain close. All three and a half thousand of them would now be moving towards building a ring. But because B1's weren't overly smart by nature and she had no time to give each of them individual orders, it was wise to assume that their 'ring' would be as riddled with holes as swiss cheese. If France was a thing in a galaxy far far away, it would be a French wall builtto shield something.

"I want the lava cannons," she nodded enthusiastically now, "and all the detonators you got! Let's burn this entire place down!" Practically bouncing, the excitement on Scherzade's face was impossible to miss, "we send the flames forward, I protect us with the Force, and before the day is over we get Mando-shishkabab. I'm sure there's some wild life that would enjoy clawing the flesh out of the cans they live in!"

Kou'ha Escala · Aug 15, 2019

Captain Kou’ha Escala, Imperial Navy
Equipment: Uniform & Code Cylinder
Location: Command Deck, INV Arjuna, Kiros Orbit
Objective: #2; Shock & Awe
Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

The faint tension that lined his shoulders dissipated when the Captain and Lieutenant who was assigned to negotiate apprised the fleet with favourable news, informing them that the personnel of the space station were willing to surrender and cede control so long as no one was harmed.

With such a swift resolution, the stormtrooper contingent that escorted the naval officers to board the satellite set forth to start on the process of securing the platform, searching the area thoroughly for signs of treachery and sabotage. And if nothing of concern was discovered, more stormtroopers and some personnel would be transferred over to convert the satellite for observation and defensive purposes.

As another of their objectives came to completion, the most that Kou’ha and the rest of the commanding officers that formed Task Force Agamemnon only continued their surveillance and maintain space supremacy in the orbit.

Allowing a gentle sigh to escape him, the Epicanthix gave his lieutenant a wan smile. Despite the knowledge that the other remained wary of him due to his steadfast allegiance to the First Order prior, Kou’ha was relieved enough that his first campaign on the Arjuna went as well as it possibly could that he dropped his solemn veneer.

“As much as I was hoping that we would achieve our objectives without any complications, I did not expect for our presence in the system to go by unchallenged.”

“Neither did I. But perhaps the location of Kiros is insignificant enough strategically in the scheme of things that the Clans came to a decision that they could afford to lose it.”

“Or perhaps some other worries are occupying the nexu’s share of their attention.”

Allies

[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

Enemies

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"]

[member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Azure Djitred"]

OOC Note: Edited to fix grammar.

Lannik Hayes · Aug 15, 2019

Lieutenant Lannik Hayes, Imperial Stormtrooper Corps
Equipment: Primary: Armour, Vishnu Military Shield, Cambiador Blaster Rifle, Lava Cannon, 3x Fragmentation Grenades, 4x Adhesive Grenades, 3x Bacta Bomb | Secondary: Dissuader KD-30 (with Xenoboric Slugs), AKraB Vibrodagger | Others: A platoon of stormtroopers (24 troopers, including PC) escorted by an Equaliser Tank
Location: Somewhere in this karking forest, Kiros
Objective: Draw out the Mandalorians. Search & destroy
Allies: The Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederacy of Independent Systems
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore & Allies

The grin that deWinter graced him with was unsettling and started ringing all his internal bells.

Even as his sense of preservation began to rouse… Lannik wondered, a little belatedly, if his brunette companion was another one of those specimen of female persuasion that had a ‘take no prisoners’ attitude that he seemed to have a talent for finding.

Not that it was bad, or terrible, or anything of the negative sort.

Oh no no! The stormtrooper merely feared for his lifespan. Because he had a tendency to get dragged along to their pace… and trouble. And at this rate? It looked like he’ll be planting his butt in the proverbial frying pan and warming his legs in the barbeq– fire pit. But even as he was filled with a form of wariness that told him that this may be a very very bad idea – in the ‘Holy Chit, you are going to regret agreeing to this, you karking idiot’ way – deWinter’s confidence and zest was… convincing.

And thus Lannik Hayes waved goodbye to common sense as he found himself in the middle of a sea of droids with the pathfinder and his men, handing over several lava cannons and whatever thermal detonators they managed to scrounge up between them.

He could only trust that deWinter knew what she was doing, because lava cannons and highly volatile detonators does not make for a good combination… for all of them. And just like how he didn’t want a ‘RIP. Love tapped by a wasp’ or ‘RIP. Seduced by a carnivorous plant’, he also didn’t want a ‘RIP. Lava and detonators get along explosively well!’ on his grave marker.

“I do hope you realise that we are also prime cuts when it comes to being on the grill.”

Allies:

[member="Scherezade DeWinter"]

Enemies:
[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"]

[member="Azure Djitred"] | [member="Nicair Claden"]

Varian Alaric · Aug 15, 2019

Varian Alaric "Corvus"
Mercenary | Gun for Hire | Bounty Hunter

Location: Surface of Kiros, Kiros System
Equipment: AV-1S Scout Armor, Precision Carbine,
Status: Neutral
Allies: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | CIC
Enemies: UCM

Varian eyes Marriskcal and the armor that she now found herself within, finding such a thing to be strange. As his life as a mercenary had progressed, he had been forced to go to the outer regions for work. Having spent months on the outer ring of the Galaxy, such things as the advanced technology of the core has been lost to his mind...swapped with the older technology which had found a new place to call home on the rim of civilization. Having only resurfaced recently within the Core due to a new contractor, one Har'xa Escala, he had been forced to come face-to-face with the new advancements of technology. And it was...daunting to say the very least for the man. It was just like when he had left his home, the agricultural planet of Tamora and made his way into the First Order. An imperial regime which proved to be a dumpster-fire in time.

The flight to the ground of Kiros was short and uneventful, and it bored the man. He had at one time enjoyed flying, though now he merely hated it. It was such a bore, and never led to anything eventful. The situation on the ground, however, was far from uneventful Giant wasps were being burned alive, or were chasing unfortunate stormtroopers. And then there were vines, or at least, what few remained from prior bombardment. They were trying to attack troopers on the ground, though all they were met with was fire and cinders. The sight of which made Varian laugh, it was amusing to see.

Mig Gred · Aug 15, 2019

Objective: B1 fun!
Allies: UCM
Enemy: CIC and allies, [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Tags: [member="Azure Djitred"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

Mig looked over to Azure, nodding and patting her shoulder as she kept the plants at bay.

"Thanks Vod. Let's get moving." Mig quickly moved into the jungles, ready for a fight. If deWinter wanted to brag on killing Mando'ade, he wanted to take her out. As Mig walked through the woods, he heard the distinct clanking sound of B1 battle droids. This would be fun. B1s were dumb as Bantha Poodoo, and Mig already had some ideas. He slowly walked up, seeing some opening and quickly using one to slide in. If undetected, Mig would begin his plan. The Alor walked quietly looked for a group of droids, and quietly sliced into a tree with the lightsaber edges of his Trayc'kad. Mig then waited, closing his eyes and focusing on the tree. He then did his best to mimic one of the B1s.

"Hey! I found a Mandalorian. I think one of those wasps got them." If the droids started to come closer, Mig quickly snapped the cut tree's trunk, and sent it crashing on the walking scrap piles. "Di'kut beskar'ade. (Stupid droids.)"

Cynthia Alucard · Aug 15, 2019

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: Hanger Bay of The Tuatha De Danann
Starcraft: TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor (Wing Compliment of Seventy-Two) The Tuatha De Danann (HQ- Located far Edge of Kiros Space)
Attire: Flight Suit
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"]

Engaging: None

Don’t chain yourself to the heart-break. . .

Cyn glanced back at the reports, and noticed nothing out of the usual, all Starcraft currently within the Kiros system held Imperial Core Identification tags. Outside of the Golden Company, the only non-Imperial thing left in space was both the captured space-station above the planet, and the planet proper. Cyn dared more information from the planet’s surface, and found that nothing past the light TIE support was requested.

Better the bombers than the Interceptors flying in Atmosphere.

All the extra wear and tear their TIE craft would suffer through the corrosive oxygen dense atmosphere of Koris. I don’t need our TIEs flying with worn out parts and risking our combat effectiveness. Not that their combat effectiveness was required to be at their top performance, if anything Cyn wondered if they could return back to The Tuatha De Danann and let the other TIE wings handle the remaining patrols.

Probably should consider that. . .

With that mental note, Cyn slowly began to expand the rest of her TIE Wings to stretch their patrol routes and complete the remaining grid they were assigned to search. Their blade like wings continued to cut through the darkness, as Pixie Squadron flew silent in the vacuum of space with a refocused Commander heading their patrol. She decided that the safety of their home-ship would be their top priority, and I can delay our debriefing to my Superior as well as expand my Wing’s post-mission debriefing itself.

Perhaps, Cyn could salvage this day of boredom and tedium.

Arash Garshasp · Aug 15, 2019

Arash Garshasp
Location: Heading to Planet surface of Kiros, ~~Military Outpost #1~~ Heading towards Next Military Objective
Objective: Defeat All Mandalorian Forces
Status: Anxious
Engaging: Kiros Militia Forces
Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Vindicta"] | [member="Illyria Syresh"]

TTH/TSP-001 “Anhur” - Pattern Combat Swoop Bike

TTH/FDL-001 “Cerastus” - Pattern Force Lance

VSA-01 "Auxilia" - Combat Suit (Fully Sealed)
VW-03 “Apollo” - Pattern Solar Ionization Pistol

TTH/TPV-001 “Xiphos” - Pattern Plasmatic Vibrosword
VCS-01 “Aspis” Pattern Combat Shield

Arash briefly wondered if he should even add anything to his previous statement to the AI, but with a shake of his head he decided to leave it as is and deal with that issue at a much later date. Perhaps never if I could be so lucky. Arash wanted to push those strange feelings and thoughts further away as well as anything that reminded him of such feelings. He was someone always thinking forward, ahead and further beyond to where the sun stretches out to touch.

Why look behind and slog to a halt to only wade through mud of past terrible memories?

As if on cue, Arash turned up the power in his Anhur’s engine and accelerated himself forward at a much more rapid speed. His handling and combined with his HUD, he dodged incoming trees and other large boulders as the rest of the squadron followed suit to quickly race to their next objective. Reports were being gathered that the local wildlife and militias were bringing in slightly tougher resistance. This only brought a wicked smile across all the Anhur riders, afterall defeating an enemy with such ease, while a paycheck many would easily take, did not bring along the epic stories and legends afterwards.

Especially when we tell tales of how we invaded the Mandalorians and. . . . we fought no Mandalorians on our victory.

The battle in Arash’s mind felt hollow, as if it was not a victory against the Mandalorians, if anything to the young Thysrian it rang hollow and sounded like a farce. With determination to either find worthy opposition or simply end this invasion soon with every swing of his lance and pierced foe. The Anhur riders continued their terror across the forest, quickly annihilating a patrol party they had seen on the previous outpost maps. The poor enemy had no real equipment to match against their vehicles, nor did any posses armor sufficient enough to even block a stray blaster round let alone a glancing blow from their lances.

Arash continued to fume his Anhur forward, to their next target. To Victory.

Marriskcal Lati · Aug 16, 2019

Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Equipment: Primary: Armour, Precision Carbine, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) | Secondary: Dissuader KD-30 (with Xenoboric Slugs), Throwing Knives, 3x Fragmentation Grenades, 3x CryoBan Grenades, 1x Bacta Bomb
Location: Border of the Artisan Colony, Kiros Surface
Objective: #1, Apocalypse
Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

She walked amongst smoke and embers, the heavy fall of her steps disturbing the ashes that obscured the scorched earth. Flowing past her, the dark armoured forms of her escorts advanced swiftly, their calm and steady voices echoing in her ears over their shared comms as they made their way towards the blackened blast door of the bunker.

“Plasma cutter?”

“Too much effort for the time it takes.”

“We’ll just try the descrambler then.”

One of the stormtroopers stepped forward and attached the device on the door before standing back and to the side. While their briefing had mentioned that Kiros was a world that lapsed far behind when it came to technological advancement, they were not about to act in careless manner.

As her unit focused on getting them access into the bunker, the young woman’s eyes flickered to take in the amused bark of laughter that emanated from the mercenary that accompanied them. While she wondered why the other was still accompanying them, Marriskcal decided to stay quiet. As Corvus did not fall under her authority, she allowed him to do as he wished so long as he did not endanger their assignment.

Even as the descrambler blinked green to indicate the lock has been disengaged and the blast door slid open, the corporal and his men waited for a moment to scan and ensure that they did not trigger any of the security measures that may have been set in place.

Finding none, they proceeded to the next set.

This was repeated a second, then for the third and final time.

Holding their collective breaths, the few of the stormtroopers cursed as the bolts of red began to flash by them from their positions flanking the door. “This ought to take care of it,” one of the stormtrooper snarled, lobbing a thermal detonator towards the turrets that were keeping them from their objectives. The ground trembled even as the sphere exploded, eroding the turret within its radius.

Filtering into the space with their blasters raised, the corporal looked at the final barricade between them and their quarry. After breaching through three sets of compact blaster doors and taking down the turrets in the room beyond, the man did not doubt that they have finally achieved their first aim.

“Captain, you can come down now. I’ll send Black-Four and Black-Five back to stand guard.”

“Thank you, Corporal.”

As a courtesy to the mercenary, the blonde decided to at least inform him before she entered the bunker and began her interrogation of the beings within.

“Corvus, I will be leaving you now. If you head east, you will reach the edges of the artisan colony within ten minutes at a sustained running pace. According to the reports filtering in, there are still signs of ongoing conflict taking place near the epicenter.”

Without any briefing or any other exchange from the mercenary, Marriskcal could only presume that he was headed there.

“I bid you good hunting.”

Allies

[member="Varian Alaric"]

Enemies

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"]

[member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Azure Djitred"]

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