Invasion Divergence; Imperial Confederation Invasion of Kiros

Vindicta · Aug 16, 2019

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

With only facts and figures to guide <her> hand, 「Vindicta」 has yet to learn compassion. And when one considered the name that was bestowed upon <her>, perhaps <she> never would.

A trace of <her> thought was all that was needed for the eradicator to unleash a concentrated beam of ochre energy on the first layer, its vicinity and focused fire melting the dense durasteel door into liquid alloy and slag. The moment an opening appeared in the blaster door, one of the Nekhbet launched a thermal imploder into the breach.

The detachment waited for a few seconds for the explosion to dissipate. 「The Black Swallowtail」 sent <her> consciousness to the Sekhmet, sharing its perspective to peer into the bunker. And when <she> saw another barricade, the artificial construct merely sent yet another directive to the eradicator <she> was currently inhabiting, and ordered it to launch yet another burst of ionized light.

And again.

After all, a machine never tires.

The turret emplacements that were located past the third barricade was merely an afterthought, even as the other awaiting Nekhbet scuttled in, taking it out with a few precise shots of its rotary cannons.

Still nestled within the Sekhmet, 「Vindicta」 paused after instructing twenty Ares combat platforms to support the initial Nekhbet. V-F2-#005 requested for <her> attention. Through a stream of steady exchange of data from the reconnaissance droid that was observing the events of the surface from space, the being received a crucial piece of information.

Due to the two sentients leaving the safety of their bunker to answer a challenge set forth by one of their allies, they had inadvertently revealed the location of the bunker that was most likely to be shared by the other Mandalorians. Without any hesitation, 「The Black Swallowtail」 delivered the coordinates to the every being identified as an 「Ally」.

Allies
[member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Illyria Syresh"] | [member="Arash Garshasp"]
[member="Nero Sirax"] | [member="Draconis Caesar"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

[member="Prime"]

Enemies
[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Mig Gred"]
[member="Reyn Australis"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Azure Djitred"]

Kou'ha Escala · Aug 16, 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

Before Kou’ha and Lieutenant Fian could continue to bring forth further conjectures, their communications officer interrupted them with a urgent missive.

“What is it, Officer Ditri?”

“The Karna has just received a message from Command Homer and Task Group Ithaca. They have sent word ahead to inform us that they will be entering hyperspace soon and join us in the system.”

As he felt the gaze of both his lieutenant and officer falling on his person, his mien became carefully neutral, refusing to reveal his discomfort to his colleagues.

Even after so many months, Kou’ha still found it trying whenever he found himself needing to work alongside the Fleet Admiral. While he had more or less made his peace with his current lot in life, the young man could not help the feeling that he was being stifled and that his father was watching his every move, waiting to reprimand him for a mistake that he had made.

His reprieve came from the fact that the Epicanthix was directly under the command of Admiral Verasx of Task Group Agamemnon and that he rarely had to speak to the Fleet Admiral Escala of Command Nebula in person. Before the silence stretched out for too long and his unease became obvious to the two men awaiting for a response, Kou’ha dipped his head in acquiescence.

“Duly noted. Thank you for delivering the missive to us, Officer Ditri. We shall await Admiral Verasx’s guidance when it comes to rearranging our formation to accommodate Command Homer and Task Group Ithaca.”

Falling quiet, Kou’ha made his way back towards the holomap, his dark eyes looking up array of vessels that formed Task Group Agamemnon, waiting for the forecasts from their admiral to come in.

Allies

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

Enemies

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

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

Har'xa Escala · Aug 16, 2019

Fleet Admiral Har’xa Escala, Imperial Navy
Equipment: Uniform & Code Cylinder
Location: Command Deck, INV Enkidu, En Route from Eshan System to Kiros System
Objective: #2; Shock & Awe
Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

Seated on an austere command chair with his spine as straight as the back of a blade and his shoulders severe, Har’xa Escala beheld the bridge of the vessel he commanded.

His officers continued to speak in low muted tones, standing before the hololithic figure of Admiral Verasx that was projected alongside the topography of the surface of Kiros and the array of vessels that belonged to Task Group Agamemnon in the orbit above it. The admiral had already conversed with his peer moments ago and the other was merely in a discourse with his rest of his officers to disseminate further information so that they were informed before they reverted from hyperspace.

From the reports he has read and the continuous updates that streamed across his dataslate since the Wyvern has set down on Kiros, everything seemed to be going accordingly.

Well, if one only took into consideration the naval half of the plans.

Even then, it was a matter of the ground forces needing more time to forge onwards, rather than any true opposition. Har’xa leaned back against the back of his seat, closing his eyes for a moment as he mentally began to list some considerations he had in mind for the system when they arrive.

Allies

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

Enemies

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

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

Cynthia Alucard · Aug 16, 2019

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: Heading back to 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"] | [member="[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']Har'xa Escala"]

Engaging: None

Cyn eyed her holomap, it generated a rather perfect image of a planetary system fully under Imperial control, from Star Destroyers positioned in ready for any enemy fleet that might make a surprise appearance as well as the hundreds of TIEs of many variants that continued to patrol and provide a constant feed of new information. Well, new is a bit of a stretch. . . Cyn sighed as she had collected enough information to make half of a report. The Pixie Pilot was not entirely enthused with the idea of having to come up with an after-action report for their mundane operation, as Cyn wasn’t even sure of what to include in her notes on how to improve certain situations.

Find the enemy? And afterwards fight the enemy?

Regardless, she assumed the Quartermaster would be rather joyous to find that they were only going to calculate refueling for the TIEs and other ships. Instead of finding parts, new replacements of ships and pilots. . . with that thought in mind, Cyn quickly charted a course back to their Star Destroyer. Fuel consumption and conservation were thoughts Cyn wouldn’t imagined she’d be having, for usually there was something else to occupy her mind, such as enemies to shoot down and combat maneuvers to perform.

The tedium had certainly reached its apex, and its form manifested itself as office work, reports needed to be written, and a debriefing that needed to at least stretch for an hour. Cyn maintained a bitter appearance, when she had been ordered for active duty on the front lines she had assumed that at least there was something she can shoot at to relieve some stress. And yet of this moment, she needed to contend with reports and work as she had when she was an instructor as well as the extra responsibility of being an active duty combat pilot commander.

The worst of both worlds. . . . the Galaxy is a cruel mistress. . .

“Pixies, head to the charted course, we’re going back home for a mission complete and a job well done.” Cyn ordered to both her wings and squadron. Of course all pilots heard the dryness in her tone and knew that she too suffered as them with nothing to shoot at, to hunt or even something to shoot at them.

LT-137 · Aug 16, 2019

Location: Expansion Region; Ehosiq Sector; Kiros System; Kiros - Artisan Colony.
Objective: Draw out the Mandalorian Garrison; Slaughter them all.
Allies: The Golden Company, The Core Imperial Federation.
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore.
Equipment: See Signature.
Ground Force Complement: 43rd Legion "The Argonauts" with Dedicated, Mechanized Support.

War was a way of life to the varied peoples of Thyrsus. From an early age, they were taught the skills needed to survive the harsh conditions of their nigh-desolate homeworld; how to fight for their lives against the myriad creatures that swam through the dunes. Little changed as they grew older. They clad themselves in armour and began training with more and more types of weaponry - seeking to rise above and master the death world that birthed them. When they took to the battlefield, all that changed was their prey - from a sentient and malicious monster to a soldier standing beneath a billowing banner. The Sun Guard were exemplars of Thyrsian survival. They wore shimmering armour and charged forth into the fray; undaunted by whatever adversity that lay before them. Some had even said that the Scions of Thyrsus willingly embraced death like a brother - before laughing in its face.

However, while they may be similar in many respects to the Mandalorian Commandos, there was something that set them apart. It was in the eyes. For reasons unknown, the Thyrsian people - much akin to their genetic cousins - were able to see the subtle shift in an opponent's movement to determine their next course of action in a fight. This battlesight, as Khonsu affectionately called it, was a form of communication to the Echani species. While the man was loathed to admit any connection to those that once enslaved him, he couldn't possibly deny the truth. They - like his and his kin - expressed themselves through combat and chased after martial perfection. While the Echani favoured their fists, the Thyrsians lived and died by the sword.

In many ways, they were eerily similar to the Scions of Mandalore - that outsiders often mistook one for the other. Much like how the Jedi and Sith were seen by those who didn't know any better.

It was through this battlesight that Khonsu saw through the feigned retreat employed by the Mandalorian Youth and the countercharge that it became. The subtle shift in his armour shrouded muscles, and the twitches in his wrists. All of it was signs of a competent regime of training, which wasn't surprising considering the warrior he found himself pitted against. However, his inexperience showed. He carried nothing but swords and was sheathed in a plasmatic shield - likely tooled to absorb discharged energy by enemy weapons, and shunt it towards another system; empowering it beyond optimal conditions. It was likely that the shield was layered too - capable of resisting the energized edges of his weapons or the physical blade themselves. Those were details he couldn't know until a connection was made.

Khonsu's shields were similar, though, instead of shunting that discharged energy towards empowering weapons or recharging batteries - it sent that energized lethality back from whence it came. While no barrier could reflect the path of a physical blade, mainly because of the laws that governed reality, it was possible to deflect the weapons' projected lethality.

If he had kept moving forward - those blades would've struck magnetically directed plasma instead of the weaker joints of his powered armour beneath. However, through flashing crimson lights at the edges of his visor and a materializing video feed, Khonsu's trajectory changed mid-charge. His powered armour enhanced his reaction time; his strength; and his agility by a factor of three - allowing him to do what many considered to be impossible. Combined with the activated repulsorlift engine, that fought against gravity itself, the Thyrsian Warlord threw his weight forward and leapt into the air. The Mandalorian's blades were fully committed to their strikes, and it would take a monumental feat of strength to pull them back from their projected path. He twisted in the earth-bound heavens as gravity began to once again assert her dominance; clawing at him as if it were a forlorn lover.

Though his dominant fist was closed around the hilt of his sweeping blade, the left hand was freed from such a burden. As the bulwark's module was securely attached to his forearm, Khonsu's fingers found themselves shooting down to his rotating thighs. With decades of practice and experience behind him - the Thyrsian Warlord drew his kinetic pistol; drawing a bead on the Mandalorian Commando who stood above his fallen comrade. He wanted her to join up with another Lance - not because he didn't want her to be cast aside - but because of how dangerous it was for her once he was gripped by the ebbs and throes of conflict. The man couldn't protect her if he threw himself into the fray as he wanted too. No, the man had to sacrifice the possibility of victory, bashing aside the twinned strikes with sword and shield, to save his companion.

It wasn't ideal, and some might even consider it foolish, but she was his - and he was greedy.

As the bead was drawn, Khonsu depressed the trigger. A burst of three staccato rounds raced forth from the weapon's barrel, streaking past the doubtlessly pivoting Mandalorian youth and striking the target that stood over his comrade - with a drawn blade in hand. The video he saw earlier was of her being dragged down to the ground behind him, which implied that hostile forces had managed to effectively surround them. That was when duel between the Master of the Sun Guard and the boy was over. Now? It shifted back into the brutal realities of warfare where fury and chance determined who'd emerge as the victor. He gave up the prospect of victory to save the life of one of his own. With a bash from the shield and twisting motion of his torso, the Thyrsian Warlord would've been well within the Mandalorian's inner sphere of defence; turning aside from the crippling blows to drive his own blade home.

However, if he followed that thread… Khonsu wouldn't have been able to sleep soundly, despite the glory he would've earned in slaying the child.

With the smoke from the chemical propellent billowing from his pistol's barrel, the Thyrsian Warlord spent a precious moment - which his opponent undoubtedly exploited to reposition himself - to watch as that distant Commando died, horribly. The acidic slugs struck the Commando's helmet; even going so far as punching through the figure's signature 'T'-shaped visor. Whoever that man was, or would become, ended up being eaten alive by the xenoboric substance beneath.

"Pick up your sword, Illyria."

"Stand, and fight."

"Prove your worth as a Sun Guard."

Action Summary:

- Thyrsian Sun Guards, after making planetfall, engage with newly arrived Mandalorian and Togrutan Enforcers/ Ad-hoc Planetary Militia.
- Energy weapons prove ineffective against Xythan-shielded Sun Guards.
- Siege Dreadnoughts tear down buildings with Lava cannons - turning select cause ways into treacherous terrain.
- Main battle tanks have likely reached Comms towers and Enforcer Outposts, seeking to deprive the Planetary Militia of their communications and reinforcement / resupply.
- Khonsu disengages mid-charge to save Illyria, killing her would-be assailant.

Varian Alaric · Aug 17, 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 followed after the stormtroopers with lax interest. He was here to do a job, and yet, he had no actual drive to be on this planet of Kiros. It was a disgusting world, something which the man had grown accustomed to through his venture of the galaxy. Having lived on the lush world of Tamora, the young male had expected to see dozens upon dozens upon hundreds of worlds that were filled with vegetation and forests for as far as the eye could see. Yet, such dreams and thoughts of what was out there were disappointing. As everything had become to Alaric. Alaric, who had at one point always looked to the positives in life, he had looked to the good in everything no matter how small and minute in detail. In short, he had been an optimist. Yet now, found himself to be a pessimist. He had seen worlds with smog in the sky that reeked of sewage, and others which were city-planets...fallen to ruin and decay from constant warfare. It was the same everywhere, with only a few sanctuaries. Yet what few sanctuaries remained, only held bitter memories for the former Knight of Ren. Such being of his former lover, Varas.

Without a second word to Marriskcal, Corvus gave the armored form of the woman a simple nod of his head before venturing off into what little remained of the vegetation...now replaced by bare soil and loose rock. Such was the folly of warfare, destroying all it came into contact with and leaving only ashes behind.

Marriskcal Lati · Aug 17, 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

Her armoured figure moved through the opened blast doors and past the soot darkened room that once contained the emplacements.

By the time she saw the forms of her unit, they had already gained jurisdiction over the civilians gathered within. Several bodies were thrown carelessly to the side, a clear warning for the others to behave if they did not want to meet the same end as their brethren. The dense haze of their terror and burn of their silent anger was near palpable to the young woman, but she ignored it as came to a stop before the togruta that her unit had pulled from the mass.

He was a young adult, his skin a warm bronze and his montrals lofty and proud. And even as he glared venomously at his captors, the sense of unease within him was reaching a nigh fever pitch. The stormtroopers has chosen well, for it was beings that concealed their fear and feigned their wrath and poise that wrought the best outcome… and the reluctant compliance of the others.

Without a word to the togruta, Marriskcal reached out with a gauntleted hand and closed it around his forearm. It took barely any effort from her end before a sickening snap crunch, followed by an animalistic howl that echoed across the vast space.

Allies

–

Enemies

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

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

Vindicta · Aug 17, 2019

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

With the 「Search」 part of her original task completed, there was only 「Destroy」 left.

<Her> consciousness flowed to join the Nekhbet even as it opened fire on the sentients within the bunker with its mounted rotary blaster cannon.

「Vindicta」 was content to remain an observer even as the combat platforms arrayed themselves in a such a manner that they were able to use their vibroswords and force pikes without hindering one another’s motions. And while some of the terrorised civilians managed to get past them, the bulk of <her> detachment were waiting outside and they too found their lives snuffed.

This terrible event continued without any succour for the unfortunate victims, even when they cried and begged for mercy. For each and every single piece to the mechanised contingent knew only of the objectives that they have been tasked to carry out. And the one being that sat at their helm and could instruct them to cease and withdraw did not feel any empathy.

Lannik Hayes · Aug 17, 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

With deWinter’s taunt delivered and their plans made and more or less executed, the only thing Lannik Hayes and his men had to do was to stay put and wait.

And as soldiers, the realisation that they were purposely setting themselves as the target for an enemy whose strength of numbers were still unknown was something that made them terse. Their paranoia was only made worse by the fact that they were still stuck in the middle of this Maker-forsaken forest with bad touch vines and kark-you wasps.

So, all in all, every few moments, one of them were either startled by a sudden movement that was just the wind rustling the leaves, or the random movements of one of the B1 droids that continued to move into position. As for the lieutenant himself, even while he wanted nothing more than to fidget and fall into a time-honoured habit of checking his weapons and armaments, he had to resist.

But even time continued to pass and the things continued to stay quiet, the fine hairs on the back of his neck began to rise. His well-developed sense for detecting trouble was at its zenith. Lannik Hayes wondered if it was too late for him to huddle beneath their tank and wait until the feeling of doom passed him by?

Allies:

[member="Scherezade DeWinter"]

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

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

Kou'ha Escala · Aug 17, 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

After several minutes of waiting and keeping himself occupied by going through all the briefing and information they have received thus far to refresh himself, the hololithic figure of Admiral Verasx appeared before them once more.

Without any further preamble as the older gentleman was wont to do, he immediately addressed all the officers of Task Group Agamemnon, outlining their current position within the system and their accomplished aims since this arrival in the orbit above Kiros. From there, the admiral prompted his XO to disseminate the new formation and roles for when Command Homer and Task Group Ithaca has reverted from hyperspace.

When the projected form of Admiral Verasx vanished from before them, both the captain and his lieutenant parted ways to inform the various officers to begin moving the Arjuna from its current position. With the arrival of the remaining fleet in the system, Task Group Agamemnon will be able to focus their complete attention on securing the space station.

Allies

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

Enemies

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

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

Scherezade deWinter · Aug 17, 2019

Indeed, Scherezade did not take prisoners. It wasn't out of any altruistic philosophy though, or any sort of willingness to sustain lives; she was just seriously bad at interrogation. Out of several attempts that she had made on that front, only one had been successful, but that was because she'd knocked her little prisoner of war out until they reached Geonosis, where someone else could handle the questioning. When she tried to herself… It was like watching a rancor try to do perform classical ballet. While wearing a pink tutu. And point shoes.

But the squealing sounds that came out of her as Lannik handed her the weapons could not be mistaken – the Sithling in front of him was overjoyed, excited, and practically jumping up and down in place in pure ecstasy. She aimed it at several random points, already calculating how much lava squirting she could get away with while pretending to be taking care of rabid wasps or anything like that.

"Don't worry, Bringer of Lava," she grinned at him, "You've given me lava cannons. If anyone's ending up on a grill today, it won't be you. Or me. I have a pretty good track record for getting all the boys back home. Can't promise the same for your dudes though, they still haven't forwarded me the holos of you hanging upside down."

Was she joking? Was she confirming or denying the existence of such recordings? Was she remembering that she'd lied about it before they did their jog thing? No way of knowing. But if the troopers were sweating a little, she got to have her fun.

And since there really wasn't much to do until then, she kept aiming without shooting. Patience was a virtue. It was a good thing that she was known as the Paragon of Virtue.

[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Azure Djitred"]

Following the voice of [member="Mig Gred"], the B1's totally fell for it. As soon as he'd said a Mandalorian was found, all blaster shots were aimed at where each and every B1 in the vicinity thought the Madnalorian was at. The result was, naturally, several volleys of shots that went to more or less every possible direction, while the B1's also walked to every possible direction.

As they continued to descend into the jungle, the B1's that had been amassed in that specific area now thinned out. Whereas before they were more or less together, now existed a wide gaping hole in the ring that had surrounded the CIC people and their allies. A gap that was incredibly easy to come in through without being seen by the B1's that were still part of the ring.

Coming through would be so easy… But would the real Mandalorians be able to make it close enough to those who wielded the lava now? Stay tuned to find out!

Karima Ibnat al-Walid · Aug 17, 2019

Officer Nazir Hashem, 4rd Kandaran infantry division
Location: Artisan colony

Allies: CIC, Golden company.
Enemies: UCM
Tags: [member="Isobel Mattis"] [member="Grayson Mattis"] [member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

The burning hiss of blood and tissue evaporating was all too satisfying to Nazirs ears. Much more so was the sound of the Mandalorian exhaling his last breath. Before he had even realised it, Nazir had plunged the Vibro bayonet straight through his back as he crawled helplessly, the steel tip protruding out of his chest with a sickening squelch. His dark-green eyes turning to face him reminded him of wet moss as they stared at the Kandaran in stubborn disbelief.

The Kandaran officer watched through the augmented visor of his tan helmet as the man slowly realized that he was dead. Man was a gracious term. The Mandalorian still standing before him was barely an adult. He had none of the strength of his older veteran peers nor the resolve. Nazir had to grant the boy a token of credit in this nightmarish battle; he had not run like the Togrutan militiamen.

The Mandalorians lips tried to form words, but his lungs were filling with blood. It amused the Kandaran to no end. A Mandalorian begging for mercy? By Azhar how the mighty had fallen. Did the boy expect a quick end or were the Mandalorians losing their way?

The boy before him descended into bloody fits of coughing, a shaking hand reaching out towards the older Kandaran soldier, probably some last desperate attempt at saving his life; at making him listen.

It was not to be.

"No no STOP N-."

Three rapid shots and the boy was no more, his lifeless corpse fell face-first back into the mud, the surface soaking up the growing pool of blood around the Mandalorians corpse.

Azure Djitred · Aug 17, 2019

Objective: Feed the wasps
Allies: UCM
Enemies: CIC+friends
Tags: [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Lannik Hayes"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

Azure watched as Mig toyed with the droids, and smiled at his plan. B1s were so idiotic it was hilarious. She would have laughed if she didn't hear a buzzing come from behind her, and whipped around to whistle her song. The wasp that had aimed to attack her, calmed down considerably, and slowed to a stop just in front of her, before landing on the ground. From the size, Azure could tell this was the queen of the local hive, and smiled even more. If she controlled the queen, she controlled the hive.

The queen, now bonded to Azure, relayed the hive's information to the witch and a hum came from her in thought. With the wasps placed in the trees, and the plants around Azure still alive with access to the river water... Yes, yes, this could work! A bubbly laugh escaped Azure's lips as her plan came together in her mind. She was no Togruta, but she didn't look like a Mando either with her lack of armor. The droids might just be dumb enough to fall for it, as Azure ran screaming at the nearest group of droids screaming bloody murder, the queen following close behind for effect.

"OH GODS ABOVE, PLEASE SAVE ME! I DON'T WANT TO GET MY ORGANS MELTED TOGETHER AND EATEN BY BABY WASPS! PLEASE, THE MANDALORIANS AREN'T HELPING ME, OH GODS!" Arms flailing, and face distorted in mock terror, Azure ran towards the droids, before whisper singing the second verse of her song to control the plants. Whether the droids fell for it or not, the vines would aim to entangle the droids in a mass plant wall.

Arash Garshasp · Aug 17, 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

The next outpost had far fewer weapon emplacements, and nothing constructed from steel or concrete, this suited the Anhur riders just well, as all swooped in with their engines roaring. The only thing that warned the militia defenders before the Sun Guard lances and swoop-bikes raced and tore through their meager defenses.

Arash in the midst of the attack poured more power into his engine as it crashed through a makeshift barricade, shattering the lone repeater blaster mounted there and with his lance impaling the gunner. The poor defender gave a blood gurgled scream but slumped to the ground with his shoulder barely attached to the rest of his body as the body fell to the ground.

With the sudden loss of momentum and his Anhur slowing down, Arash eased the vehicle to a stop before quickly jumping off and hunting the remaining defenders on foot. The few that attempted to escape were quickly cut down by the rest of the riders, while Arash charged forth to a small group of three defenders. The trio shakily focused their weapons on Arash, and with undisciplined fire, they held down the trigger in hopes of deterring away the young Thyrsian.

Arash held up his shield, the blaster bolts absorbed into the shield as several other glances off his armor, his other hand launched his vibro-sword through the air and cut straight into one of the defender’s chest. Their armor remained just as pitiful as their defenses, and Arash took no moment to pause, no hesitation, he bashed the next defender with his shield and smashed against the final third with body’s momentum.

His legs snapped outwards to find his center gravity, and Arash regained his balance, with a graceful movement his right hand grabbed the hilt of his vibro-sword. Removed from its makeshift sheath from the dead defender, Arash sliced upwards at the still shaken defender. He slashed downwards and continued to push the blade deeper until the body slumped to the ground and three corpses surrounded all around him.

Cynthia Alucard · Aug 17, 2019

Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: 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"] | [member="[/FONT][FONT='times new roman']Har'xa Escala"]

Engaging: None

Cyn sighed softly, finally a smile graced her lips and allowed the tensed muscles in her face to remove the near permanent frown she had worn for quite some time. Her hands eagerly removed her helmet and she greedily breathed into fresh air from inside the hanger, no more scrubbed air from her re-scrubbers and with her feet solidly on durasteel plates, Cyn had a few more things to smile about. After all, my patrol mission is over.

The young TIE Ace quickly latched her helmet against her hip and went over to the rest of her Wing’s pilots that had chosen to await their commander in the hanger proper. Most likely they had intended to quickly get their debriefing over and heading straight to the refreshers and enjoy a shower and relax back within their bunks. Unfortunately, I cannot let myself be dragged to the bridge and suffer away by standing next to the Captain and nod away. . .

“Alright Pixies, our Combat Mission debriefing. . . “ Cyn began, her voice obviously dry with humor, the lack of combat certainly gave many of the pilots a reason to ache for a chance to relax their muscles and calm themselves for a couple hours of sleep.

“First, I will need your reports of your fight-craft and make sure they are refueled and ready for a moment’s notice of emergency take off-” Many of the pilots restrained themselves from sighing or giving their Commander a despondent look. “-And we will reconvene for the last part of our debrief and after-mission reports.” Cyn added.

Almost all the pilots stared wide-eyed, they had planned on enjoying some free time and here their cruel commander had no intention of letting them go and relax. But none dared to speak out, in fact, none even sighed or groaned instead all snapped to attention and their heels clicked together.

“Aye.” They spoke in unison and quickly went ahead to their new orders. Cyn wore a smile that anyone would rather go back into space and fight the entire Mandalorian navy instead.

“Good, and be quick about it.”

Seto Du Couteau · Aug 17, 2019

Seto Du Couteau
Location: En route to Kiros' system
Interacting with: Himself
Bringing Own Objective: Research and Preparation for future Operations

The added aspect of a Force User ban was not inherently a mistake, in fact it fed directly into the fears of the masses that any who commanded the Force were bound to craft themselves to be the betters of the masses and their lords. It was the same argument of how power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Truthfully, such saying was indeed hard to dispute, one only need to see how the Sith Empire became with their Sith Lords and Sith Acolytes continuously craving strength through whichever method, and commit whatever depravity to consolidate enough power to name themselves Lord.

Seto agreed that even the Jedi suffered from such abuse of power, but to a much lesser extent and to a much different end result. “But, I feel as though such saying that absolute power corrupts absolutely is simply missing something,” Seto worded out his thoughts to himself. His office within the Star Destroyer continued its slow hyperspace journey through the newly acquired hyperspace lanes through their previous victories against the Mandalorians.

He had been tasked to research the results and methods of the Mandalorian’s policy of Force Users and the banning of such practices to the extent that even surgical methods were put into place to forever remove one’s connection to the Force. Quite barbiac, even if I am considering the Mandalorian culture here. . . Seto eyed the somewhat sleep inducing amounts of data-slates left for him to dig through, of the countless of field operatives that had gathered the literally mountain of reports for him to read and figure out a conclusion to present to the rest of the Party Leaders back in the Core.

“Power always reveals. . . “ Seto started on his own formulation of a report, Power always reveals, and enough power reveals what the people around you truly desire and through their actions their true selves are revealed. . . Seto only wondered how much power could the Core Imperial Confederacy can collect before eventually even the worst tendencies become revealed to the rest of the galaxy at large. Even Citizens have to sleep at night with an idea that their government is good, to justify to themselves the taxes they pay do not go into a War Machine solely.

None of that mattered though, Seto had his job and needed to complete it without pause or complaint.

Mig Gred · Aug 17, 2019

Objective: Play with fire.
Allies: UCM
Enemy: CIC and allies, [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Lannik Hayes"]
Tags: [member="Azure Djitred"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Taru Cadera"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

Mig muted his helmet for a moment so he could bust out laughing. B1s. Always fun to play with. He'd met a free droid or two that were B1s, but they had brains thanks to their years. These droids had none of that. A Bantha was probably smarter than them. And then he laughed again as Azure laid her plan. This was just great. He loved messing with opponents like this, but he had bigger fish to fry, and the idiotic droids had made a massive opening. He slipped through now with easy.

Using the vegetation to hide his movements, and the Force to guide him, Mig slipped through the trees and brush to get closer to his target. He looked around at those who led the attack, and soon found the group. Osik! Lava canno.... Wait. This could be good for him. He just had to play it right.... Mig hatched another quick plan, and quickly went to work. He focused on a tree ahead of the attacking group, focusing on heating the air around the trunk and pulling more air into it. And then... success! The trunk's base lite on fire, and Mig quickly pulled the tree down in there path. He was hoping they'd be confused. Then from the trees he spoke up to them.

"My Buir told me never to celebrate death. While it's a part of a warrior's life, you shouldn't celebrate the taking of one's life." What would sound like just words was actually a plan, but would they do what he thought they would? Only time would tell.

Marriskcal Lati · Aug 18, 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

“I would be much obliged if you could provide us with the location of the Mandalorian forces.”

Her politely worded query was posed to the hall at large.

Within the anonymity of the helmet she wore, Marrisckal’s mien continued to remain impassive. To her, this was just another facet of her profession.

The blonde did not truly expect that the wounded togruta would be able to answer. Nor did she think that he would be able to give a lucid or even an accurate one, more so when he wanted to escape from having more pain inflicted on his person. And unfortunately for all the civilians gathered before them, Marriskcal was able to tell when someone is lying through the auspices of the Force.

“No one? A pity. I shall just have to continue then.”

It was around then that an update marked as ‘urgent’ streamed across her display. Pausing from reaching out towards another limb, the young woman skimmed the through the message. “It would seem that our allies have found the location before us,” the blonde mused aloud, turning to regard the corporal as she allowed her arm to rest against her side once more.

“What do you want us to do with the rest of them then, Captain?”

“It does not matter. Keep them alive, kill them. I will leave it to your discretion, Corporal.”

Allies

–

Enemies

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

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

Illyria Syresh · Aug 18, 2019

KIROS SYSTEM // PLANETARY SURFACE

Armor: Auxila Combat Suit
Weapons: Helius BR [Within Reach] | Xiphos Vibroblade [Within Reach] | 2x Thermal Detonators
Status: In pain
Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Vindicta"] | [member="Arash Garshasp"] | [member="Draconis Caesar"] | [member=Nero Sirax"] ||
Enemies: [member="Reyn Australis"] | UCM

[SIZE=9pt]Battle was not some miniscule thing, it wasn’t some abstract concept nor was it something that was easy to understand. It was an art form, one that had to be practiced constantly unless it fell away and lost it’s value. It was a way of living that was honed by great cultures across the stars, from the Mandalorians, to the Thyrsians, and to the Zabraks. All of which, among countless others, harbored proud warriors among them to fight against those who come from the stellar and blank cracks and crevices of the greater Galaxy. They brought about combatants, combatants which were composed of the entirety of their people. Yet, such ancestral prowess of the dance of battle became lost to time. The Mandalorians had fallen into pacifisicim, the Zabraks had fallen into colonies and had become separated and culturally distinct from one another, and the Thyrsians were rediscovering their past and marching forward to claim their birthright, their ‘destiny’ as crusaders within golden vessels across the stars.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Illyria was of two worlds. One of her people, the Zabraks, and now another, the world of the Thyrsians...the sheath of the Golden Company. She was part of two warrior people now, and yet, had never known how to be a warrior or fighter beforehand. Before she met Khonsu, before she had heard of the Golden Company...the most fighting she had ever done was with her mother about a dress that wasn’t modest enough for the young Scion of house Syresh. Whenever she looked back on such a thing, the woman realized just how foolish she had been to argue with her mother on such a trivial thing...especially now. Now, Illyria found herself to be forced to become a warrior. She didn't have a choice in the matter anymore. It was either that, or being abandoned by the Golden Company...and potential death, most especially now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The blue-skinned zabrak had the air knocked out of her lungs when she had been slammed to the ground, struggling for breath due to the sudden impact against her body. Despite the great protection offered to her by the armor she wore, that did not prevent such things as sudden impacts from not startling her or minorly bruising her lithe form underneath all of that metal and shine and gold. Though she was struggling to get air into her lungs from her weakened position, her eyes were fully aware of the towering T-shaped visor on top of her and just how close the knife was coming to the unprotected area of her neck where there was only fabric, and no armor plating visible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]And then, the T-shaped visor was met with a mass of green liquid that globbed together and went inwards...burning through the beskar plating of the helmet at a slow pace. The glass of the T-visor broke and fell on Illyria’s helmet...followed by a few small pieces of disintegrating, acidic flesh. Illyria didn’t know where the glob of acid had come from...though she had a few ideas as to who saved her in her moment of need. Acting quickly, the woman’s gloved and armored right hand reached around the handle of her sword which had now fallen off of the strap at her hip. Fingers curled around the gilded sword handle, a wrist snapped back towards its owner and then muscles propelled the hand skyward. The sword thrusted into the Mandalorian’s chest, breaking through the now weakened armor due to the acid which was slowly trickling down the opponent's torso. Something had been punctured, that was a certainty from how the man above her had taken in such a sharp breath. Something, which would be painful. As soon as he opened his mouth, what acid had been on his helmet fell from it’s melted beskar and into the open teeth and flesh below. Crimson blood fell from the man’s agape mouth, a lung had been punctured...and to make matters worse for the Mandalorian, acid was now eating through his insides.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The blood gathering on her helm was disgusting to say the least, though the zabrak didn’t stop to worry about it. She could do so later, now, however, she wanted to get away from the acid that could fall on her at any moment. Bracing her left hand against the concrete underneath her and to her left, her palm and fingers pressed against it to help her lift herself up with the hydraulic helps of the armor she wore across her lithe form. The woman pushed upwards and now stood on shaky knees, her golden-eyed gaze piercing that of the pained green of the Mandalorian which now kneeled before her...with blood and green liquid now dripping from his broken helm and his body. Illyria hesitated for the briefest moment, before swinging the blade in an arc from left to right with both hands. Flesh contracted and severed, bone crunched and broke under the pressure of steel...and now a body kneeled there...with nothing above it’s shoulders. The armored helmet rolled away from the body before clattering into place, gathering a pool of blood mixed with green acidic liquid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Over her comn link, she heard the words of Khonsu. Where had had earlier snarled, there was now something else within his voice. Was it pride? Or was it a call to action? Whatever it may be, the Scion of house Syresh found comfort in his words to her. She read his intent as genuine and nothing else, leaning on his words to keep herself confident as adrenaline burned through her veins. Her bones and body should have been aching from the stress she was putting on herself, yet, they were not. Instead, her body felt strong and invigorated with a strength she did not know she had.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A hand outstretched to pick up a thermal detonator from the fallen Mandalorian, clipping one, and then two, onto her belt. Golden boots carried the woman towards her rifle, bringing it to her back where the magnet took care of the rest to secure it in place. Illyria’s HUD and sensors lit up, informing her of approaching hostiles. Through the combined efforts of Vindicta with her recon drones and the sensors of her own armor, the woman was now able to see that they were surrounded...at least, to a degree. Mandalorian’s blocked the exit of the causeway, making a last ditch defense on two fronts...one against both her and Khonsu, and another against the Core Imperial Confederation and the Golden Company.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]||: Six hostiles approaching our location :|| The AI of her suit spoke to her through the audio receptors of the armor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Six. Six Mandalorians. It was a lot, more than had attacked her just moments earlier. However, Illyria knew she had the advantage of cover and defense. It was far easier to defend a position from countless enemies, than it was to attack a location with so many fortifications you could fill an ocean with just how much cover there was. Illyria pressed her back against the wall she had used as cover earlier, peering out over the edge of the wall faintly as she placed the sword within it’s sheathe at her hip and pulled the rifle from her back. Her fingers danced across the rifle, looking for the secondary fire before they came across a button.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Illyria’s thumb pressed against the button, building up the ionic electrical charge for the arc caster of the weapon. It would take a few moments, luckily she had some time before the Mandos reached her location. At least by then, the charge would be built up enough to kill most of them...hopefully.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The woman took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to still her heart-rate though nothing was working. She needed to remain calm, or at the very least, in the right state of mind. She had just decapitated somebody...she had removed their head from the rest of their body and yet, she felt nothing. No remorse. No joy. Nothing. The blue-skinned zabrak felt numb where she knew she should feel guilty. But she didn’t feel guilty, she shouldn’t. After all, she had been defending herself and even offered the man a quick death.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Illyria had no more time to think of such things as her sensors came to life, indicating the Mandalorians were close. Ten meters. Nine meters. Eight meters. Seven meters. Six. Five. Four… The Scion of house Syresh twisted her body out of the cover of the wall, aiming the barrel towards the nearest Mandalorian, then her thumb fell off of the button. As soon as she released it, an electrical charge fell out from the barrel, zapping the nearest Mando. The figure’s form contorted and screamed out in pain as lightning zapped all over it’s from, streaks of blue dancing across the beskar as it acted as a super-conductor. Then it jumped from the Mando to those around it...and they met similar fates. All that was left were burned corpses and charred insides, boiled blood. Two Mandalorians were left, one of which was injured.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Illyria snapped the rifle back onto her back, pulling the sword out if it’s sheathe ad the injured mando pulled close. He was met with a sword through the waist before his body fell to the ground, convulsing. The other, didn’t prove as easy sadly. Her golden eyes looked towards the remaining Mandalorian, as he dropped his own rifle and pulled forth a blade which had been strapped to the back of his armor. It was a sword just like her own. She didn’t know how to fight another individual with a sword, or a blade, or whatever it was that they wielded. She knew how to fight to a degree, and she needed to survive...she needed to find her parents and make sure they were all right after all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Mandalorian brought his blade down towards Illyria, who narrowly blocked it in time. The hydraulics of her armor gave her increased strength, allowing her to push back against the tall male as the two fought. Quickly, she ducked under one of his arms and swung the blade in a sideways arc, clipping the man’s armored side with some effect though only coming in a small drop of blood. The male brought his sword down again in a feign, instead stabbing his sword towards Illyria. The woman did her best to move out of the way of the blade, though he had released his right hand from the blade’s handle at the last moment to grab at her. Despite the armor she wore and the shield which came from her armor, it did little to prevent the momentum of a sword being driven towards her while she was pinned now against a wall. The blade pierced her side, stabbing through the flex armor and into her body, cleaving flesh as it cut into her form.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Illyria couldn’t stop the sound of pain that fell from her lips, the pathetic yelp she released shakily when the blade has pierced her body. Without hesitation however, Illyria used her own blade to swing at the Mandalorian once more, clipping his armor and sending his own blood onto the ground below. In retaliation he pulled the blade from her body, meaning to strike another blow. Though, he never made any such blow as Illyria was faster. She had swing the blade at his exposed neck, and he fell...his body fell to the ground in a flash of blood as his neck was removed from his own body.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Just like the one before.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The female zabrak dropped her blade to the ground, her gloved left hand reached for her side and pressing her hand against the open wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Though, all it did was make the blood flow over her own hand. The adrenaline was taking away most of the pain, yet she felt a good deal of it within her body as she began to feel lightheaded from all of the exertion and now, from the constant blood loss.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]At least, at least she had made Khonsu proud and killed a number of those pathetic Mandalorians. Something which she was glad for.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“AI, access medical equipment..”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]||: Acknowledged. Searching … :||[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Hurry up will you. Damn AI, chit...mother karker”[/SIZE]

Invasion Divergence; Imperial Confederation Invasion of Kiros

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Sin's Child

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The Blood Hound

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Spring Time of Youth

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