Eviction by Force [Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Thule]

[Vilaz Munin]

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Thulehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Thule​

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This dominion will act more like a mini invasion because of [member="Darth Carnifex"] owning and ruling the planet as his own. To show courtesy and respect for the amount of work he has put into conquering the planet, there won’t be any objectives that will make this dominion seem like a cakewalk. There will be PC opposition from the Mandalorians, the Sith Order, and the Zambranos as this dominion will be focused on combat.​

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Theater 1

Ground Battle: This is for those that want to play with tanks, artillery, tactics, countless amount of NPC soldiers, etc. Stage will be set out on some hill which is one of the primary terrain features of Thule. There will be a map given out as a visual to make it easy for commanders to coordinate with their forces and the forces of other writers. Commanders on the same team may deposit numbers of their own battalion with friendly commanders. Your units may move one hex at a time. Once you don’t have a battalion of your own, you’re done unless someone else gives you more troops. If you no longer have troops to command, you may join theater 2 and do PvP combat.

Each commander will be granted the size of roughly one battalion which is 300-800 units. The more advanced or elite the battalion is, the less there should be of it in numbers.

Theater 2

Dueling: Pure PvP. This will be separate from the Ground Battle theater, and the scenario of this will be staged in the ruins of Kessia or the city of Hurom. You may bring a NPC companion like an animal, but everything else will just be background noise. No dogpiling unless you’re asking for one.

Theater 3

Space Battle: A fleet, solely loyal to Kaine Zambrano, is stationed above the skies of Thule and is the first line of defense against full-scale invasions. The Mandalorians, known for their combat and fleeting tactics, will be challenging the Sith fleet orbiting above Thule. Max length for every writer will be 3 kilometers.[SIZE=18.6667px] [/SIZE]One thing to note is that PCs may board other ships and either use it to their advantage or just blow it up in their own method. Dogfighting is allowed.

OOC THREAD​

Location: En route to Thule
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Theater Two
Post Count: 1
Gear:

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-Beskar'gam with jetpack
-Two WESTAR 34 pistolshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/WESTAR-34_blaster_pistol/Legends
-Assault Riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/68778-acs-205-dual-weapon-system/
-Two Flashbangshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Flash-bang_grenade
-One Thermal Detonatorhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Thermal_detonator/Legends
-One Sonic Detonoatorhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sonic_detonator
-Fett-Kal knife
-Beskad

Mandalorian Scouts had been keeping a low profile within the Korriban Hex, sending intel and information to the Cuir Rekrs and the major Clan Alors. Ra, Mand’alor the Resurgent, had been either confirmed missing in action or killed in action after he never came back from the battle against the Rogue Sith on Castameer. Would they go back to the dark ages when the Alor’e Council governed the future and fate of the Mandalorians with the curse of democracy? No, they wouldn’t. Eventually, some Mandalorian would rise and challenge for the mantle of Sole Ruler. Right now, they had other issues and problems to attend and they wouldn’t wait for the coming of their next Mand’alor to solve them.

What problems were they facing of right now? The Sith influencing and somewhat controlling Korriban and the other star systems in the same region of the birthplace of the Sith. After the dar’jetti were able to repel the Silver Jedi from occupying the infamous Sith worlds, it did surprised and shocked the Mandalorians from those events. Now the Clans would succeed where the Silver Jedi couldn’t, and they would start with Thule. It was publically known that Darth Carnifex, also known as Kaine Zambrano, had conquered the planet and begun a reign of tyranny like he had always done. It was basically another uninhabitable place because of Thule’s major changes. Vilaz, without a doubt, acknowledged the wrath that Kaine could be and that was why he had to be neutralized before he would become a powerful threat. A threat that could destroy the future and the security of Mandalore and her future generations.

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Vilaz stood aboard a cloaked Orar’uliik along with a group of Mandalorians, with intentions to kill and rid whatever Darksiders and Sith there were on Thule. “I hope you’re all well-prepared; because there is no turning back.”

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Thule
Allies: [member="Mirshko Betna"], Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Scouting - BYOO
Post Count: 1
Gear:

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• Beskad
• Chaavla Revolver
• Submachinegun
• Napna Vornskr
• Beskar Beskar'gam

She checked her chronometer again, the umpteenth time she'd done so in the past half hour or so. From their position along the ridge they could see quite a bit of the terrain. At least, when the lightning wasn't flashing too brightly and frequently. She shifted in position to get a better view as she brought up her HUD's macrobinoculars.

Down in the valley, she could spot movement and lots of it. A Mandalorian assault usually started with telltale flickers of hyperdrive ghost signatures in-system, something that was easily put down to equipment malfunction. Mandalorian Orar'uliik raiding ships couldn't mask their entire entry into a system, but could minimize the signal given off. It was how they had slipped onto the planet and it was how the invasion of Thule would begin.

The trick was knowing when to send off the data package. Orders were to transmit as soon as the invasion began, but there wasn't any way to know it was there by conventional means and with the widespread use of Ysalamir tubes, unconventional means were out of the question as well. Which meant it was time to improvise as best they could. Fortunately, the previous intel on the place meant the basic area of invasion was easily picked out. It was just the fine details.

"I think they know something is up," Ta'yise stated bluntly over comms. Nearby she knew her sister was doing the same thing she was doing: watching and waiting. "There's too much movement down there than normal. Think they picked up the sensor ghosts? Its not like they don't know there's an impending attack, just a matter of when."

She didn't wait for an answer, but turned and slid down the slope she'd taken refuge on, slipping between the two rock outcroppings she'd nestled between for cover. She brushed the grit off the receiver of the Tenloss submachine gun she opted to carry and started making their way down to where her vornskr was tied to a convenient rock.

"I know you wanted to wait until we were one hundred percent certain it was starting, but today's the day we were told and it's roughly around the time we were given. I think we should transmit the data packet now rather than wait until we start seeing contrails. They're dug in, not mechanized. There's no way they can shift their formation or predict where the clans will hit. Your call, though. Buir did say you were in charge."

She neglected to mention that he'd also told her to keep an eye on her sister, too, but that was beside the point. Such was the way of siblings in the end. Mirshko was older and, therefore, more likely to be placed in charge of a potentially dangerous situation. Ta'yise was the youngest and was expected to follow the lead of her sibling and support where needed. All things considered, she figured it wasn't all that bad and it gave her the opportunity to nitpick in a later argument.

And therein was the difference between Mandalorian siblings and the rest of the galaxy's siblings. Normal families bickered over who left the seat up or used the hairbrush last. Mandalorian families argued over who had wasn't spaced out enough in formation or whoever left the gun oil out again.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Thule, Kessia Ruins
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians
Objective: Theatre 2
Post Count: 1
Gear:

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-Darth Abyss Lightsaber
-The Mask of Darth Aenigma
-An silenced Adjucator Slugthrower (hidden)
-3 Smoke Grenades (hidden)
-Tears of Mindabaal (Cortosis Knife) (hidden)
-Abyss Cybernetic Leg
-A simple metal knife impregnated with synox (hidden)
-1 FEX-M3 nerve gas grenade (hidden)
-Fiberwire (hidden)
-Gauntlet Dartcaster on his right arm (hidden)
-2 purple Laser knifes (hidden)
-QuiteSnipe
-Shield Gauntlet on his left arm (hidden)
-3 Throwing knifes (hidden)

From far away Abyss could hear them, the drums of war beating once more in the distant. It had been years since he had drawn his blade in a war, years since he had satisfied his bloodlust as the last Knight of the one sith, years since he brought fire over the core in a last minute effort to let the empire go down with the destructiveness of a dieing star. Since the empire fell he had obscured his presence, worked in the shadows towards his own goals, and only rarely came into contact with the sith order.

Now his time had come to return from the shadows, to let the crimson cut through flesh and bones once more. The sith order had fought of the silver jedi from the sith worlds once, and now another force was inbound to claim one of them for their empire. Thule, a world controlled by Darth Carnifex, one of the most powerful lords of the order, and also a world close to malachor V, a world that had a meaning to him personally. With the fall of the one sith he began to create something for himself, and recently he finished his most ambitious project, a dark side academy on the dead planet. The fall of Thule wouldn't endanger the academy directly, but it would open up a path towards the other sith worlds, and Abyss wouldn't allow that to happen.

The signal he had gotten from Thule didn't included any information who the incoming enemy was, but it wouldn't matter anyway. His blade would come for anyone that meant to oppose him, jedi, sith or anyone else alike. The smell of war was polluting the air, and Abyss could feel his blood boil from the hate that recently returned. Not to long ago he had a fallout with the darkness, a short period when the light called for him. It had been a more devastating experience than any physical injury, but like any time the universe decided to push him head on into the dust he rose again, stronger, smarter and more passionate than before.

The sith knight stood in the middle of an open plaza in the ruins of thules former capital, his black robe drifting in the wind, and his mask and hood hiding anything but the lower half of his face. Normally he wouldn't chose an open area like this for a fight, and instead obscure himself in shadows and deception, but this was no normal day. War had called once again, and this time he wasn't just out for victory, he was out for blood. Oh it felt good to be back.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Thule, Ruins of Kessia
Allies: Sith [member="Darth Abyss"]
Enemies: Mandalorians
Objective: Theater 2 - PvP
Post Count: 1


As silent as a shadow, and just as unnoticed as one, Darth Lykos prowled around and throughout the Kessia ruins. His bared feet steady as he picked his way over the ground his feet, years of going without foot wear having hardened the soles of his feet to the point that he no longer felt any pain nor was he shedding blood as he kept himself in constant movement, preventing himself from becoming lax in his focus. The curved claws that adorned his feet cutting tiny groves into the ground as he walked. The Force was currently wrapped around him in such a way that physics were being apposed as no light was being reflected from him in any direction other than directly at his feet, rending his form completely invisible for without the light to reflect into the eyes of those that wished to see him, he was unseen. In a similar manner, sound waves were being restricted and prevented from being emitted from his form, leaving him unheard. And just as his physical form was being obscured, so was his ethereal presence within the Force and manipulations of the energy field, buried so deep and kept so small that it was lost within the natural waves of the Force, leaving him unnoticed. It was this series of manipulations of the Force that gaze Darth Lykos one of his personal mottos: Unseen, Unheard, Unnoticed.

The reasons for the Zabrak's presence on the planet was simple, he had Seen that he would be present. Through the teaching of his Clan Elders, back from when he was but a child, a novice in the Force and still living on Iridonia, he was capable of separating his mind and soul from body and casting them into the Force, keeping his consciousness tethered to his physical form through a single thread, and allowing his mind's eye to perceive that which was to come and that which may never occur; allowing the visions of the future to be whispered into his mind by the Ancestors. Now he simple awaited for those that he had foreseen attacking the planet, those heavily armoured with the beats of the drums of war following in their footsteps, those who were Mandalorian.

Passing by the still form of Darth Abyss, Lykos offered a nod of respect to the scholar, even if said action would not be seen, before moving on, leaving behind no evidence that he had been there. As he moved, he was reaching out into the Force, keeping his exploration hidden beneath the rolling Dark that seemed to currently seep from the planet, as he calmly prepared to be alerted upon the initial and immediate appearance of the Mandalorians. While Lykos was a Sith and, as such, reveled in passion and emotion, patients had been taught to him year prior back on his homeworld back when he was a simple hunter and Jath for the Clan. For one could not hurry the hunt less they risk losing the prey and this was a philosophy he still carried, even as he had surrounded himself by others who may not hold the same amount of patients nor restraint as he displayed.

And so he waited. Waited for the battle to start and for his blood to sing in combat once more.

 

[Jayce Pryde]

Location: Thule, Ruins of Kessia
Allies: None
Enemies: Whoever wants some
Objective: Theatre 2 PvP
Thread post: 1
Gear: in bio


Jayce had come to the ruins of Kessia after hearing of its dark side ties. He now sat meditating deep within the ruins wearing little more than the bottom half of his blackened and tattered robes, Having stripped his armor and set it aside along with his boots. The only item he'd actually kept on his person was his lightsaber which lay across his lap. He'd shed the top of his robes leaving his pale yet heavily tattooed chest exposed as he meditated in silence..... Waiting

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Thule Orbit
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: En Route to Theatre 1
Thread Post: 1
Gear:

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M45 Assault Rifle
Two Thermal Detonators
Beskar Tomahawk and Knife
Ori'ramikad Knife
Two Westar-34 blasters
Jetpack
Preliat's Armor
Preliat's Crushgaunts

Preliat held his helmet in a single hand, the rifle in the other, held by the pistol grip. His eyes flickered over to Vilaz, then to the men he commanded."This will be a costly fight. I hope it's worth it."Old age had made the man cynical of warfare. Once, he held it with high regard and a sort of wonder, but now he felt as though it was a burden of his people, rather than their trait. It was their burden to be violent, to fight costly wars.

He eyed Vilaz the same way he did everyone else, then down to the planet below through a viewport."I say we just burn this place."

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Location: Thule Orbit
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: En Route to Theatre 2 -PVP
Thread Post: 1
Gear:

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Beskar Claymore, dagger, warhammer & Morningstar flail
Mando Ripper Mk. II
Jetpack
Mac's full battle armor
Flameproof Kilt

Mac sat relaxed with his feet propped up on his buy'ce, Claymore resting across his lap as he sipped some ne'tra gal. Sure, going into battle drunk was never a winning strategy, however Mac liked a little drink before to help him relax and loosen up. Tucking the flask away, he looked over at the old Mando and smiled, "You may yet get your wish ori'vod, up close and personal..."

Mac turned to Vilaz, and gave the man a nod in salute. Judging by the assembled Vode, this fight WOULD be well worth it... Mac did feel a little under armed though as he usually carried a lot more weaponry into battle. However, having been told to 'pack light', he grabbed the items he knew would be most reliable. He pulled his Ripper from it's holster and began to break it down, it never hirt to make sure everything was in working order before the osik got deep...

 

[Mia Monroe]

Location: En Route to Thule
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith
Objective: PVP Theatre Two
Thread post: 1


"I sincerely hope not." Interjected Mia, raking her eyes over [member="Preliat Mantis"] and [member="Mac O Shenanigans"]. She'd been quiet on the way here, speaking only when spoken to and even then, most of her replies had been single syllable. So lost in her own brooding, she blocked the rest of the team out of her mind.

Fifteen years ago, she had taken up the mantle of Mand'alor. Fifteen years ago, she had told Avicus Du Sang, an Ambassador for the Sith Empire, to take his peace and to shove it where the sun didn't shine. She had sworn then she would see to it personally that the sith were wiped from the galaxy. Mia had taken all of her bad experiences, all of the things that had been done to her and used it to further fuel a war that had already gone on for too long.

She wondered, if Ashin Varanin had still been Empress, would the war have continued? If she had opted to accept peace, even for a short time while they rebuilt what they had already lost, would they be doing this now? Probably. The trend had continued down the line, with each Mand'alor that took the chair having a personal vendetta against the Sith...except perhaps Ra, but then no one knew that for certain.

The reports that [member="Darth Carnifex"] ruled this world had been met with manic desire to take up arms. She shifted her eyes from Preliat and Mac, and let them settle on [member="Vilaz Munin"]. She wondered if she was alone in asking the question no one dared voice aloud. Why?

Why attack them? What will it accomplish, besides giving them reason to start another war. It wasn't so long ago that they had been driven out of the core, and here they were, seeking to drive them out of their homes. Because these worlds, belonged to the sith. They always had, and they always would, much like Manda'yaim belonged to the mandalorians.

"This is a mistake." she said pointedly, looking at Vliaz. "Whatever blood is spilt here will be felt at home tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day. It will come back to bite us, and it will bite hard."

She was not here as Cuir Rekr, she was not here as the Liberator, she was here as Mia.

And she was here to make up her mind.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: En route to Thule aboard the medical frigate Vencunarir
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith
Objective: BYOO - Provide medical back up to ground forces
Post: 1
Gear in bio

The Baar'ur-class medical frigate known as the Vencunarir was among the ships which made up the Mandalorian fleet that made it's way to the dark side influenced planet of Thule. [member="Darth Carnifex"] was one said Sith Lord to control aspects of it with no doubt other members of the newly formed Sith Order squatting there as well. The threat to the welfare of Manda'yaim would be removed quickly before it could grow tentacles with farther reaching implications. The cancer that was the Sith had to be kept at bay with preventive measures, which was why the Mandalorian Clans were taking action today, or so was the plan.

Briika Tor stood upon the bridge of the medical frigate stoic in personal thought as the white lines of hyperspace streamed by outside the viewport. This was not the first time the seasoned baar'ur had gone into battle in her current condition, but early pregnancy would not keep the petite blonde from doing her job; that of caring for the wounded verde that always came with war. The Tor only wished she could be with her beloved, [member="Vilaz Munin"], on the front line watching the Akaan's back and fighting along side the Munin clansmen of the Vanguard. Instead, this time Briika would be helping [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] to set up a Rapid Response Mobile Hospital (RMSU or Rimsoo for short) for the ground forces as soon as they were given the thumbs up to deploy.

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ta'yise Betna"]

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Warning… Slow poster due to broken arm.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Location: Thule, Ruins of Kessia
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians
Objective: PVP Theatre Two
Thread post: 2

Anaya's steps were light as she moved through Kessia's ruins. A sith world, already bearing the scars of those foolish enough to believe they could eradicate, here, an old flame ruled. [member="Darth Carnifex"] and she were far from being flames now, theirs, was a relationship consisting of pure, unadulterated, loathing.

Still, everyone needed a relationship like hers and, dear sweet Kaine's. The galaxy would be a brighter place without him, and Anaya couldn't have that. No, no, no, that simply wasn't on. She licked her lips in anticipation, eyes glittering with delight. She cast a glance over the young woman at her side. [member="Grimoire"] was turning into a fine sith, even now as Anaya reached out, she was enveloped in a tight net of darkness. Daughter of Darth Hauntress, and her apprentice, Grimoire would cast great waves over the galaxy, even now, she was beginning to build her own empire.

"Can you feel it?" Anaya asked her, as they came to a halt at the edge of the plaza where [member="Darth Abyss"] and [member="Darth Lykos"] were already waiting. Closing her eyes, she stretched her mind over the tense battleground. Amidst the rubble and ruin, the sith were waiting. The air buzzed and crackled with their anticipation...and impatience from the whelps. "When I was your age, I stood at Moridin's side as he slew Grandmaster Tefka. I remember it like it was yesterday, the pain that washed over the Jedi and how they started to falter." She smiled. "That was a grand day."

She slipped her arm through Grimoire's. "The mandalorians were weaker then. It took a few battles before they created they force breaker grenades and even they were easy enough to counter after time. Ysalamir though," she shook her head. "Trust in your body, as well as the dark side, my sweet and stick by my side. I will show you my favourite ways to open tin cans."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Hurom
Capital of Thule

The room was small, compact, smaller than any other room within the sprawling Temple superstructure that dominated the epicenter of Hurom, it's apex rising high above the fluid skyline of the thousands of other militaristic style buildings. The floors were of a rich creamy white marble arranged in squares separated by thin black stone along each individual side, and from every cluster of six tiles erupted grotesque pillars of obsidian hewn into anomalous patterns that seemed to follow no rhyme nor reason. At the center of the chamber was an upraised dais upon which served as the personal Qabbrat for the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Carnifex, who just so happened to be seated upon it cross-legged with his eyes closed tightly as the Dark Side of the Force swirled about his being.

Vague shapes materialized in the darkness, starships, people, worlds and stars of which were wholesomely familiar yet distantly oblique. He reached out, the haze dissipating slightly as the features of [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Mia Monroe"], and [member="Preliat Mantis"] broke through the abstractness before melding together in a clash of colors against a stark background.

It was a warning, a pang of premonition gifted to him by the darkness.

His eyes opened, brilliant sulfuric pupils cutting through the gloom of the chamber. Around him was a semi-circle of robed individuals whose features were artificially obscured by mask and shadow, and at his stirring they fell to one knee and bent their head low in submission. They too must have sensed the impending storm for an aura of anxiety cloaked their features like a shroud no matter how hard they attempted to hide their feelings.

The Dark Lord rose, and they bent further down in reverence. "They come."

His words broke the mounting silence, and while many held their tongue there was one, who was exalted above his comrades, who dared to speak. "Yes, milord. It is the Mandalorians, their hunger burns bright like a supernova in the darkness of the Great Ocean." Yes, the Mandalorians. Their prejudice against the Sith knew no bounds it seemed, and unprovoked they sought to bring ruin to his dominion.

A troubling development, but one must not lose themselves to despair.

He descended the dais, moved past the congregation (who continued to prostrate themselves despite the absence of their subject of worship), and made his way through the labyrinthine halls of the Great Sith Ziggurat of Hurom to the central chamber at the base of the structure. Already a collection of Sith and Imperial officers awaited him, and their expressions confirmed that they too knew what was about to befall the ancient world of Thule. No doubt defenses had already been scrambled and fortifications reinforced for the inevitable onslaught of the Mandalorians as they entered the system from their territory in the galactic North.

"These mongrels wish to test my mettle? Very well, I will smash them upon the stones of Hurom, and stain my hands with their blood."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Thule always held a special place in the Dark Titan's heart even before they were brought back into the fold.

Early on in his dark side training Prazutis went through his trials of apprenticeship by Kaine deep beneath the castle he ripped out of the hands of one Karin Dorn. They were a grueling painful set of trials by the young Kaine to break down Braxus mentally, physically and spiritually. To master the dark side one needed a strong foundation, the right foundation. Each trial was made to try and kill the participant if they weren't strong enough. While observing his eligibility for being the Dark Lords heir, he was also being built up under his rigid philosophy while hammering in a number of characteristics he'd need.

But when he walked down the series of halls in the secluded lair that held [member="Darth Carnifex"] he didn't walk as an acolyte pleading at the feat of a god. No he walked as a Sith Lord, a God-King on this day through the halls. Outside observers might've found this odd that he walked with the Apostolic Crown on his head. They'd think it was a challenge or an insult to the man who rightfully wore the crown. Carnifex didn't die and he finally returned after this time away to the Dual Monarchy once more. Greed was the hubris of many dead Sith Lords but greed wasn't even in the question when the time to return the crown back to his mentor and friend came. In Kaine's absence erupted a series of deep seated conflicts and rebellions that were long in the making taking the fires of an saurian invasion to set the embers aflame.

But as the acting God-King Prazutis weathered the storm with the same strength and authority Carnifex hammered into him for decades. A true warrior king befitting the title of Crown Prince he crushed the rebellions ending the lines of any noble house who possessed rebellious members, wiping out every mining colony of slaves that held rebellious leaders. Prazutis cut out the infectious stain of rebellion like a surgeon wielding a scalpel once more restoring order to the chaos. It was almost fitting that he'd be tested so early, and surely even from so far away Kaine would be watching his heir's proving unfold. Finally the doors of the central chamber slammed open as Prazutis swept into the room, briefly stopping as the Dark Lord came into view. Immediately Prazutis swept up to Kaine carefully pulling the crown off of his head, he knelt in fealty as was custom and held the crown upward. "Welcome back my friend. In your absence a storm came to ravage our home, but I crushed the traitors and cut out the infectious stain of rebellion, of hope they tried to leave behind."

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Verz Horak]

Location: Dropship en route to Theatre 2 PVP
Allies: Mando'ade

The dropship shuddered as it raced through the atmosphere of the storm wracked planet of Thule. The ruined city loomed. The first wave of Mandalorians had already landed. Those who were part of the Cult of Kad'haringar had been delayed, as they had joined in a pre battle prayer and ritual signing of the Dha Werda Verda. Verz held his rifle, a model named after himself and his friend, [member="Mia Monroe"] . The rifle had a variety of functions, which suited urban fighting well. Verz's blood had boiled when he had been briefed of the mission. An assault on Sith holdings. A perfect opportunity to smack the darjetti in the face.

Now as the dropship approached the landing point, Verz smiled, his anger and hatred of the Sith coming to the front again. No Sith should survive this day, nor any of those that served them. Not if he had anything to say about that.

 

[Fortescue Teraan]

Location: Orbit of Thule, Mandalorian Carrier Bes'bev
Objective: Theatre 1, provide bomber support for ground forces
Allies: Mandalorians

Fortescue had suited up, her flight suit crisp and clean, which seemed to be a bit of a rarity around here. The Alderaanian would soon be seeing her first battle among the Mandalorians, as part of that military exchange brokered between the Mandalorian Clans and the Alderaanian Defense Forces. Looking around, most of the Mandalorians were either in armor or rough clothing that might as well have been armor. And instead of the discipline she was used to, many of them were joking around, with some even drinking. And Oh my goodness are they hitting each other over there? How these Mandalorians had been as powerful for as long as they had been was a mystery to Fortescue. They were crazy!

She tried to push the thoughts from her head, knowing that they had her life in their hands and vice versa. This was a military operation, an invasion! She needed to focus on the mission. And even if these Mandalorians were rough around the edges, they sure knew how to build some beautiful starfighters. The Kandosii class bomber was a beauty. With blaster and laser cannons for dogfigthing should the need arise, and proton bombs and torpedoes for heavy ordnance, everything about the silver fighter screamed power. And this was a bomber! The dedicated interceptors would likely be much more impressive.

The Alderaanian strapped in. Time to fly.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Landing on Horum
Allies: [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Anaya Fen"]
Objective: Theater One
Gear: First post
Post: 2

They were coming and nearing Thule which would soon turn into a raging and bloody battle between the two forces. No doubt that the Mandalorians and the Sith would make each other run for their money. Vilaz had high hopes and thoughts of his fellow brothers and sisters-in-arms would prevail and have a victorious flag raised over Thule. No, Vilaz didn't hope for this. He knew this would come true and real. This realization would most likely come with many sacrifices, but everyone knew that would happen. Sacrifices that the Munin would make sure they were not in vain, and that was a guaranteed promise that he would live out to the last letter.

"We're nearing the earth, vode," the dropship's pilot said, his skills making sure that they wouldn't be struck by some tendril of Thule's uncontrollable lightning. If the weather was decent and not wild such as the one right now, they would be flying towards the ground with their jetpacks as it was an unofficial Mandalorian tradition to make their entrance in that kind of style. But today was not the day for such dramatic appearances.

However, they would jump out from the Orar'uliik once they were a few kilometers away from the planet's surface.

"Then let's fight," was the Akaan's only response, and the boarding ramp of the vessel opened. As soon as that happened, the Concordian jumped out and made his descent to the ground. The moment he had did all hell broke loose between the Mandalorians and the Sith.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHuScUSFaV8​

Hurom
Capital of Thule

A cold gale swept through the chamber as the massive iron double doors opened with tremendous force, and the dark visage of [member="Darth Prazutis"] materialized from beyond the threshold to join the gathering. The lesser members of the congregation stepped aside to make room for the gargantuan titan, who then knelt with great fealty and reverence before offering up the Apostolic Crown from his own brow to the Dark Lord. Carnifex graciously took the crown offered by Prazutis, and returned it to its proper place upon his brow.

"Where one storm subsides, another grows in strength."

He had known of the wayward and treacherous nobility of Bunduki, they had always proved to be a thorn in the side of his reign ever since he assumed the throne nearly twenty years ago. Their ambition may have been curtailed for now, but they would have to be torn out root and stem if Bunduki is to be ultimately quelled. The old houses must be eradicated, and in their place he would seek out the merits of his most capable, and loyal, soldiers to replace them.

He motioned for Prazutis to rise and to follow him as he strode out the entrance that Prazutis emerged from, out onto the great flat expanse that constituted the temple's entryway. Before them spanned the entirety of Hurom with its militaristic high rises and crowded bazaars, although the streets were empty of civilian traffic now that martial law had been declared in the wake of the Mandalorian incursion. In their stead roamed a great myriad of soldiers augmented by robotic and Sith auxiliaries, while treaded tanks rumbled on behind them towards the city's outer perimeter. The sky was a cacophony of sounds as starfighters engaged in brutal dogfights for supremacy of the air, and on occasion the wreckage of one ship, affiliations notwithstanding, would scream through the open air before violently crashing down somewhere in the city.

"If we don't put an end to this aggression, it'll be Empress Teta all over again." He turned to fixate his gaze on a mobile communications officer that had been trailing behind the main group that exited the temple, and upon realizing that the Dark Lord's eyes had fallen upon him he bent to one knee and bowed his head reverently.

"Patch me through to the enemy command, I would like to speak with their leader."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

[member="Vilaz Munin"][member="Darth Pryde"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Mia Monroe"][member="Briika Tor"][member="Verz Horak"]


Location: Thule Orbit
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Theatre 2 -PVP
Thread Post: 2
Gear: See first post

As the rest of his Vode stood and prepared to disembark, Mac looked around and felt proud to fight alongside each and everyone. "Fig't well, and Manda willing, I'll see you all on t'e ot'er side..." Mac slipped his buy'ce on and felt the seal engage. Securing his warhammer to his belt, and slipping his Claymore into the mag-clam between his jetpack and back armor, Mac waited his turn as the rest of the Mando'ade leapt from the ship. Looking down out of the hatch, he smiled under his helmet and jumped.

Unlike the rest of his Vode who ignited their packs almost immediately, Mac plummeted feet first in freefall. Waiting until the last possible minute, he activated his jetpack and hit the ground in a cloud of smoke and dust. The classic 'superhero landing'. With the hand holding his flail knuckles on the ground, Mac looked up from the kneeling position and scanned the area. "Oh, look, local security.". Pulling his Ripper, Mac easily dispatched the small squad. Mac opened himself to the Force and slowly began striding towards that 'Dark, scary nexus of energy' up ahead. He may not have been trained in any use of the Force, but he had learned to listen to it over the years, much like one would listen to their 'gut'. "Boy, I 'ope I didn't come all t'is way out 'ere to a dance of violence and get stood up like bad comedian in a room full of Gundarks wit' crotc' rot..."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us2ylGAwBnk[/media]​

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The two Dark Lords arrival to the entrance of the great pyramid was heralded by the fire from the Sariss-class planetary cannons their great blue streaks of energy surging into the sky towards Mandalorian ships while a violent dogfight raged over the great city. Just from the position by the entrance Prazutis looked out to see the myriad of soldiers many part of the Panathan Empire's Royal Army while others bore the symbols of various sith auxiliaries moved shoring up ground defenses, digging trenches blocking streets, forming pillboxes with heavy cannons while heavy mechanical armor and artillery prepared for the oncoming onslaught. Already one could see the many streaks of anti-air fire lighting up the skyline bringing down charred ruins of starfighters.

For all these defenses still he wondered if it was enough to handle the hammer of Mandalore coming down upon them. The mandalorians were a strong people and one he was familiar with fighting. For years the Sith and the Mandalorians fought bloody wars that left hundred of thousands, even millions dead with their brutality. Already he could feel the dark side of the force cover Thule like a dark shroud, it was a ravenous beast who's hunger could never be sated. It was almost as if it knew what was to come, the blood that would be spilled and the lives that would be sent to it. It was an ominous feeling that told of the chaos to come. "Your right. One way or another we will end this today, we have to." Prazutis said to [member="Darth Carnifex"]. As the man commanded the communications officer Prazutis pointed towards the city with his gauntled clad hand "Look there. The wolves hungered for the blood of Mandalore, so I brought with me the pack."

A new force could be seen sweeping through the city their appearance unlike any other soldier in all of Thule. They wore armor as black as night and every one of these men bore the personal symbol of House Zambrano. They stood among other soldiers like wolves among the sheep strong and silent were this legion. They were solidified in myth and legion as historical slayers of jedi and mandalorian killers. They were the Blackblade Guard and they know no fear. For decades they coated their armor red in the blood of Mandalore, and it was through these wars that forged them into the elite unit of warriors they were today. The amount of bodies the Blackblades piled up through the course of multiple genocides was innumerable, creating the terrifying image they held today. These elite warriors moved through the city shoring up defenses especially protecting key strategic locations.

These legionnaires brought with them the deadly Immolator-class war droids that stomped alongside them reinforcing the butchers positions further. Prazutis slid the helmet of his infamous dark plate on his head accessing streams of tactical information about the defense preparations, the dogfight and the fleet battles in the atmosphere.

 

[H3xle]

Allies: [member="vilaz munin"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] |
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Anaya Fen"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Darth Pryde"]
Objective: Theater Two
Gear: In Sig, plus a jump pack
Post: 1

Her heart leapt into her throat as her feet left the ramp and Taryc allowed herself a few moments of freefall. Ahead of her were others within the small Mandalorian raiding force. The larger armies were inserting along various other routes, but small teams were inserted to deal damage behind enemy lines and take out enemy commanders.


On her back was a remnant of her past, an old jump pack from her days in the Primeval. It was serviceable, and didn't require her to borrow one for the insertion. Aside from that, she carried her sword, Fuegrana, and wore her armor, both made of Beskar. Around her, the Mandalorians lit off their own jump packs to slow their descent, and Taryc reluctantly followed suit. Her heart slammed back down towards her stomach as the torch ignited and several gees flipped direction. Her armor allowed her to interface with the jet pack to control it's descent with her body. Small movements of her hips and shoulders had her homed in on a middle height ruin. It looked like the second floor of a home that used to have many more. Her torch started a small fire in the debris as she touched down, then it shut off. Her HUD showed she had around three-quarters of it's fuel left, enough for her to do small jumps, or one long ascent with a big drop at the end.

Taryc drew Fuegranna from her sheath, and began to prowl down to the street level. She could feel numerous dark presences nearby, and undoubtedly they felt her too. She was only starting to get the hang of using Force abilities with out channeling her concentration through a chant. She'd been spending time among the Shamans of Clan Vereen, as well as learning from [member="Draco vereen"] by way of watching during battles.

Either way, she was here for a few good fights.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Thule, Kessia Ruins
Allies: Sith, [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Darth Lykos"]
Enemies: Mandalorians, [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Objective: Theatre 2
Post Count: 2
Gear:

Spoiler

-Darth Abyss Lightsaber
-The Mask of Darth Aenigma
-An silenced Adjucator Slugthrower (hidden)
-3 Smoke Grenades (hidden)
-Tears of Mindabaal (Cortosis Knife) (hidden)
-Abyss Cybernetic Leg
-A simple metal knife impregnated with synox (hidden)
-1 FEX-M3 nerve gas grenade (hidden)
-Fiberwire (hidden)
-Gauntlet Dartcaster on his right arm (hidden)
-2 purple Laser knifes (hidden)
-QuiteSnipe
-Shield Gauntlet on his left arm (hidden)
-3 Throwing knifes (hidden)

War. The smell of death was intoxicating, euphoric, addictive, a drug he hadn't touched one day to long. The mandalorians took their time to join the battle, but finally he felt the first presence that didn't belonged to the others that came to push the clan-inbreeds back to their farms where they could herd nerfs until the galaxy itself would break apart. As he had anticipate it wasn't the bright light that followed the jedi, but a dark, tainted one, more akin to those of a sith, but without the distinct hate and passion that burned in all those who seeked to reach pure self perfection.

The crimson red blade in his right came to live in heartbeat as he began his way from the the plaza he had waited one, ready to hunt whoever made the mistake to cross his path today. In the sky he could see a small, fading trail of smoke not to far away, a trail that seemed to belong to either a very small drop vessel or a jetpack. Considering who his enemies were this day, the second was more likely, but the mandalorians had surprised him more than once, so everything was possible. It didn't mattered anyway, whoever just came down on the planet was now his prey, if one or many, he couldn't care less. There was blood to be spilled.

His steps were fast, but he wasn't running yet, as he moved through the ruins around him, his black robe drifting in the wind as continued his path. His eyes couldn't really see [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] yet, but her presence revealed that someone was close, maybe even close enough to hear him. His voice amplified by the force he allowed his words to boom through the remains of the thules capital, rounding up his threat with the few bits of the mandalorian language he knew:

"The mandalorians once took victory away from me, now my blade will take any live that belongs to them. Kyr'am brokar gar adike."