Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

Kyyrk · Feb 20, 2019

Objective: Drive the Mandalorians from Eshan, Evacuate as many Echani as possible
Allies: CIS and Friends
Enemies: Mandalorians, and any who would seek to cause more harm to the Echani people.
Loadout: Armor, Lightsaber, Ri Qorit Device
Ship Links: Octarch x15 ~~Mynock~~ x0
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Cay-Yo"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Azure Djitred"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

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Things just went from bad to worse. Voph felt his rage subside as he took cover behind a column, blaster fire still bathing his position in a deadly red stuttering glow. The Mandalorians were doing something. The sky had grown dark. More Ysalamiri. And from the radius, there were a lot of them. "Voph to all available assets, Mandalorians have something en-route to the Palace." Voph paused, a moment of fear flooding his veins before it gave way to the hyper-clarity offered him by the Battle Meditation. "Take it down. Do NOT let that thing reach the palace. Armageddon Protocol." It would cost him the air game. But he didn't care. If that device landed, there wasn't any hope for the combatants on the ground. Not with that many lizards.

From the distance, afterburners flared. Losses were sustained in their bid to redirect, but that didn't matter. Armageddon Protocol had been enacted. Voph paused for a moment, then sent out the call. "This is Voph to all Confederate Forces in the vicinity of Eshan City. The Palace is now a Warzone. If you are enroute, disengage and seek alternative objectives." Voph hugged the wall closer as bits of the column shattered against his helmet. He looked up, and said a silent prayer as the swarm descended. Hundreds of fighters flew towards the War Fort, showering it with blaster bolts and torpedoes. A squadron of Mynocks lined up their trajectories, guns blazing. "Been an honor flying with you boys. I'm buying the first round for whoever survives this. Set...Mark!"

Simultaneously the cockpit pods ejected from the fighters as the afterburners flared once more, sending the empty hulls streaking towards the War Fort on a direct collision course. Voph just prayed he wouldn't have to sacrifice any more. A blaster bolt grazed his shoulder, and he prepared to move, but was stopped. The Force was calling to him. Distress. Something was wrong. Voph pressed himself against the wall again, and Cardinal's sword clanked against his back. He'd almost forgotten he'd picked it up when the bridge fell. Then it dawned on him. Cardinal was in trouble. And Voph needed to get to him. Now.

Voph turned, and sprinted down the hall, bringing his arm up to create a Force Barrier around himself as he ran. He could sense the voids in the Force on the floor far below. He knew the Mandalorians holding the palace would have forces hidden within. So, he did the next best thing. Sprinting through the remaining Echani, he launched himself through a wall, using Force Push to weaken it before his heavy armor finished the rest. He rolled to a stop, and clambered back to his feet. The Echani Militia were still firing at him, pressing their advantage as he fled, but faltered when he turned to face them. Voph's saber flared again, and he spun, blade held low. For a moment, he was plunged into darkness. His arm came up, and Voph prayed he had positioned himself close enough. As he fell, he triggered the Ri Qorit, sending out a wave that would kill any Ysalamiri within the area.

Whatever the results were, he landed heavily next to the throne. He lifted an arm to grab at the throne's armrest, and pulled himself to his feet. His head was still reeling from the Ysalamiri, and he wasn't sure if that was a lingering effect he felt, or if the field hadn't dropped as he'd hoped. Either way, he was here now. With any luck, backup would be here soon. Otherwise... Voph steeled his mind. Cardinal needed his help. And he would fight to the last breath to defend his own.

OOC NOTE: Echani Militia written with permission from Valdus

Iapo Sim · Feb 20, 2019

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Eshan - Planetside, medical camp[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: CIS, @[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Pei Ven[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], @ [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Rato Hus[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], @[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Luna Terrik[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt],[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 2 – (Cleanse the Camp), survive.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Fighting With: None ( NPCs)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Equipment: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Armor (phase II trooper)[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] /[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] KC-77N Hybrid Pistol[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]/ BlasTech DL-22/ small tool kit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Ten minutes after the starship had impacted the capital, everything in the medical camp was pure chaos. Debris had crushed tents and the sentients in and around them; cries and moans of pain could be heard among the sound of blaster fire which hadn’t stopped despite the crash. A heavy cloud of dust was reducing Iapos visibility.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Her hands were slick with blood from wiping away at a head wound she gotten from smaller debris. Iapo had been trying to hack a SlaM droid and had taken off her helmet to see enough to alter the code of the machine. The helmet had gotten hit by a falling crate and she'd gotten a rebound piece of metal to the head. She'd been about to succeed when she’d seen the sky suddenly obscured by a colossal mass hurtling towards them, with burning parts streaking through the sky. A second later the shockwave of the impact knocked her down and she began to hear the crash of large hull parts all around her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Now she looked around, wondering helplessly how many of her fellow Dauntless soldiers were buried under debris. Where even to even begin to help![/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Instead, she bent down again on her project and typed in the input for the present mission assignment. She wiped away at the blood which was trickling into her eyes. She should take a moment to look at the head wound but she believed firmly that not knowing about how bad it was could only make it better. Or less worse she supposed. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Before a broken capital ship began to rain down upon them, her plan had been to try to turn the droids against the Mandalorian fighters but her priorities had been changed drastically. She changed the code for the mission assignment from attack to rescue and hoped that it’d be enough. Her hands were shaking and the dizzy feeling could be anything from a concussion to imminent cranium collapse, making the mental effort of adjusting the input to the code the Mandalorian used more and more daunting. She powered the droid back up and put the back plate back on.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The machine stood up and to her relief did not try to attack her. Her little overriding had worked and she counted it as a small victory.[/SIZE]
Getting on her own two feet proved more difficult. Her ankle hurt, she must have twisted it at the time of the impact. Putting weighed on it was painful and only made her collapse back onto the ground. She fell back down on her rear and looked at her twisted ankle accusingly.

[SIZE=9pt]It seemed that getting up was proving more and more fruitless in her condition. Iapo sighed and reached for her belt. She’d taken a small capsule of sulfur with her. For devaronians, these could act as temporary stimulant far more potent than that which most humanoid species could bear. In small doses, it was safe even for a mixed-species like her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The pill was crushed under her teeth for quicker ingestion and she felt its bitter taste fill her mouth. The young woman felt the effect almost immediately: an almost painful increase in her heart beats and a flood of adrenaline.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The half-devaronian managed to get on her feet without struggling this time. Walking was slightly more difficult but she struggled onward, energized. Caught in the cloud of dust she felt hypervigilant, ready to shoot at the slightest sign of trouble. Between the dust, which wasn’t entirely filtered by her damaged helmet and the blood-loss and head wound advancing was a struggle. She arrived in a slightly more open area in which the dust had settled some more. She noticed another commando and approached slowly. The soldier was checking over another dauntless and only offered her a short nod. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]She made a few steps forward and recognized the round opening in which the ambush had started in the first place. On the left side, she saw a big debris, part of the shield generator she guessed from the electronics and only a meter or so away: the unconscious form of a soldier. She advanced towards him before stilling, suddenly anxious, almost panicked.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]She knew the pattern on that armor: the greyish blue and teeth-like symbols. She dropped down near to the unconscious figure, ignoring the sharp pain in her thigh from the blaster shot she’d gotten at the beginning of the battle. She slid a finger under the mask and after a few tense moments felt her commanders pulse. However, she also found what was probably a head-wound which was several magnitudes more serious than her own.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She told her commander to wake up, first respectfully than less so, while keeping her eyes on her surrounding, terrified that someone would find them in that vulnerable position. After a few silent seconds, she had to resign herself to a few facts. One, to wake up, her commander needed medical expertise she did not possess; two, stimulant or not she was in no physical condition to carry her while dodging blaster bolts and fallen ship parts.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]She needed to find help.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Iapo activated the comms on commander Terrick' s helmet as her com system had been damaged like most of her own helmet's functions.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Several people were trying to reach the commander and Iapo felt slightly overwhelmed by the incoming calls. Then, her gaze still roaming her surroundings she quickly communicated their position and the commander’s condition then added:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“ I can try to make sure to keep us alive but please hurry, I really cannot judge how serious the commander's condition is, I just know that she needs medical help and quickly”.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She kept the comms open and her gun trained on any potential threat and hoped someone would find them soon.[/SIZE]

Tathra Khaeus · Feb 20, 2019

Gear:

- Combat Vest
- Tathra's Mace
- Composite Shield
- Gauntlets
- Flail Attachment

Enemies: | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] |
Allies: The Bryn'adûl | The Extant
Locale: City-side end of the Bridge

The barrage of fire that attacked the Servitor that had coiled its form around the Palace walls served to irritate the creature more than wound, causing it to shriek as it thrust itself deep into the water - its massive lungs allowing it to delve deep into the water with ease. The four Servitors moved with speed, tremors filling the city as the earth would quake beneath the footing of each individual within the city.

Tathra stood on the connective edge of the remains of the bridge on the side of the city. Titian eyes observed his surroundings, the area was clear - the dust settling. His keen senses made out the sounds of the battle all around, it surprised him that none centred around the entrance to the Palace. Perhaps the majority of the fighting had taken place on the bridge. But, it was no longer present to be observed. The Chieftain placed his Mace on his back, ordering a collection of five Hel Fighter squadrons from low-orbit to assist against the forces deployed by both sides. Tathra sought to direct his beasts, his eyes closing as he shared his vision with the Servitors - extending his senses well beyond their natural reach.

Destroy the Palace. Destroy their heavy vehicular units.

Immediately, two of the Servitors diverted from their individual paths - carving their way through the ground in their respective directions. The first writhed deeper into the city, Tathra's hunger for dominance surging through its massive body as it found the perpetrators of the attack on its brethren. The massive worm caused endless tremors, erupting from the ground and launching its massive form onto the AM-AT in an attempt to pulverise its legs and crush its infinitely smaller form into the ground.

Additionally, a squadron of Hel Fighters would lower into view - opening fire on the Confederate forces surrounding the large AM-AT.

The second worm surged through the water with ease, pill-driving through the foundations of the Palace and upward to coil around its upper layers, wrapping itself around the spire - intending to crush the spire till it toppled and launch itself downward through the Palace. Two Squadrons of Hel Fighters circled the Palace, ready to attack the Sun Guard dropships as they approached the Palace. The Shaman on the other end of the city felt something, a hostile presence through the cosmic energies. Tathra could sense it too, his senses finding Grosck as well. It was the witches, they intended on undoing what he had begun.

Tathra snarled, his nostrils flaring as his Chieftain's disappointment and wrath would find Grosck - demanding he silence the Witches permanently. The remaining two Servitors would dig deeper, pulling the shattered remains of the buildings that dotted the city streets down on top of any forces attempting to enter the city.

The Chieftain was entirely too focused on his extended senses that when the Chieftain's Fist arrived via Hel Shard, he had not noticed. "Hostiles!" One barked - Tathra's primal eyes returned to his present moment. Titian orbs landing on the collection of cybernetically enhanced Sun Guard warriors. Tathra saw it immediately, his primal eyes observing the cybernetics imbedded within their flesh and armour.

It was a cowardice to allow technologically to be so integral to ones proficiency. It was an insult to self, the Bryn'adûl knew the truth of the galaxy. All there was, was what nature granted them. All else was temporary, to become dependent on such trivial things was a loss of personal worth. Tathra was disgusted by them, spitting on the ground as a show of his disdain. The massive Chieftain leapt down the steps, crashing down into the dirt ahead as he eyed the cybernetic abominations with a fiendish glare.

"[Basic]: Is this all they sent?" Tathra's eyes fell on the apparent leader, his head anchoring down as the Thychani Commander's gaze seemed fixated upon the Chieftain's mountainous form. Tathra's face bent inward, eyes holding the much smaller man in sight as his jaw slid open, a guttural growl escaping the mass of Tathra - a massive gauntleted hand grasping the hilt of his Mace, his left hand falling to the Chieftain's side as he darted toward the golden cyborg with impossible speed.

The Chieftain's Fist let out a howl, charging the surrounding Sun Guard.

X4 Servitors
x1 Shaman
x10 Chieftians Fist
x40 Hel Fighters
x30 Striker Squads

Valdus Bral · Feb 20, 2019

Location: Palace Throne Room.
Objective: Defend the Palace from CIS invaders. Defeat [member="Voph"]
Allies: [member="Azure Djitred"] [member="Kaine Australis"]
Opponent:[member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] , [member="Cay-Yo"] , [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] , [member="Srina Talon"] , [member="Tathra Khaeus"] , [member="Voph"] and any CIS player who is attempting to get to the Palace or into the Palace Throne Room.
Post: 11
Battle Theme: Carolus Rex - Sabaton

Valdus felt his fingers connect with Cardinal’s face, albeit briefly before the hand smashed into and through the shallow edge of the pillar; but there was no broken warrior on the ground near the pillar as Valdus had planned. As the shattering sounds of marble debris skittering across the marble floor, Valdus’ motors wound down to a steady hum. Once again Valdus lost sight of Cardinal until he was able to complete his full rotation. Just as Valdus’ eyes found Cardinal, he saw the blood spatter across the floor. Valdus’ shoulders rolled back as Cardinal began his speech about death. The speech did not fall on deaf or uncaring ears, there were scarcely anything more sacred than the final words of a warrior; at least to Valdus Bral.

When Cardinal’s words stopped, two words growled out from behind the damaged visor, “Akaanir pirusti. [Fight well]” The deep growl was hoarser than when he started this battle. The statement carried no love nor remorse nor challenge, only a firm demand to Cardinal to present himself well in what he believed to be his final moments. As his words finished Cardinal leaped towards him again, which caused Valdus to start his slow charge again, dropping his shield and vibroaxe to the ground with a loud clattering of metal on stone. Valdus’ right hand reeled back in preparation to deliver a destructive blow, but before he could do so Cardinal’s fist smashed into his visor, causing a crack to jut out from the cracked opening caused by Cardinal’s vibroblade previously. Valdus’ head tilted in the direction of the blow, his balance slightly thrown off by this swift attack. Before Valdus could regain a sturdy position Cardinal’s plated boot crashed into his torso plates, causing Valdus to take two steps back to keep from falling over.

“Nar dralshy'a! [Try harder!]” He roared out defiantly to the man whose barrage of strikes were ongoing. As the last syllable faded into animalistic roaring Valdus was grappled by Cardinal’s legs. Before Valdus could snatch Cardinal another blow crashed into his visor, cracks branching down through the vertical plane of his T-visor and the horizontal crack growing in length. Valdus’ head was forced to the side, but before he could become oriented again he was being lifted, actually lifted, into the air. Valdus’s arms crossed over his head as his suit’s forearms cracked the marble floor beneath them. Valdus grunted as he fell to his stomach.

Valdus was staring at the ground, the impact of his own weight against the stone was enough to cause his disorientation to get worse. He heard the word of Cardinal, the same thing he had been chanting before, Valdus still did not know what the word meant, but they both spoke the same language of raw feeling, of a warrior’s purpose. Valdus’ arms uncrossed and moved out to his sides as he pushed himself upward as if doing a power-suit version of a push-up. He brought his right leg under him, foot to the ground, and pushes himself into a stand. His full height was on display now, though doing so was more difficult than he’d let on. The loud sounds of his motors began again, taking steps to close the short distance between him and Cardinal.

This time there were no words, only the screeching of a damaged gear in his right arm causing sparks to flood out of his elbow joint as his right fist clenched and descended upon the right side of Cardinal’s face with crushing force. The hand would follow through with the punch and if the punch landed the left hand would come up into an upper-cut into Cardinal’s stomach in an attempt to double over his exhausted opponent. The now free right hand would come upwards to grip the back of Cardinal’s head as Valdus’ right knee came towards Cardinal’s face. If Cardinal’s head was popped upwards from the blow the left hand would attempt to grab Cardinal by the throat, not enough to stop his breathing and hoist him up into the air and into the light filtering through the windows above.

Just then the static ridden voice of [member="Kaine Australis"] came through his battered commlink. Valdus listened to the blaring voice and responded back, his own voice even more indiscernible, “Ka … Pala … here … re ..” and then the transmission cut out. The commlink input was all but rendered useless by Cardinal’s ferocious last stand. Valdus now returned his attention to Cardinal, “Vencuyanir. [Keep alive]”. It was then that the sudden crash of stone hit the ground behind Valdus. A thick, circular disk of ceiling now laid in a pile of rubble behind the pair. “ENEMY: AL’VERDE!” One, not so hidden now SLaM droid shouted at the new arrival as he began to fall to the ground.” As if in slow motion the burst from Voph’s weapon smashed into the Defense Droids, but whatever effect it was supposed to have appeared to be negated by the protective shell plates, and Valdus braced his right foot while pushing off with his left foot, reeling his arm back and then roaring out once more as he launched Cardinal’s body at Voph’s direction with incredible force. In the same motion, he unholstered his Mandalorian Ripper sidearm with his right hand and popped off a quick duo of shots towards his center of mass of Voph, aiming over top of Cardinal's flung body. Valdus’ shield and vibroaxe were on the ground near his feet, it would have taken longer for the titanic Mandalorian to bend down to get his weapons than to draw his sidearm.

Then the shaking began once more. What the hell was that? Valdus had no idea, he could not see outside; the windows were far too small, too high up, and intricate to get a good look at anything.

MAIN FORCE: Within the Palace, posted on windows and the interior balcony that overlooks the foyer.
Commander: Valdus Bral
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Troops:
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
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Elite:
M. Ram'ser (1/1) [elite recon sniper]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
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Transport:
Beviin H. Transport (4/4) [heavy transport]-
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49 Infantry, 4 Transports

RESERVE FORCE: Stationed within the Palace walls.
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Troops:
Echani Militia (30/50) [Recruit Militia]
SLAM droids (25/25) [Trained Infantry]- 2x of these are in the throne room with Valdus.
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75 infantry

REINFORCEMENTS 1st WAVE: Interior of the Palace, ground level.
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AT-AD
AT-AD

REINFORCEMENTS 2ND WAVE: Interior of the Palace, defense droids are spread around to cover troops.
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Transport:
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LAAT/X

Elite:
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Devastator w/ dual AC-12's - Interior Balcony that overlooks the Foyer

Troops:
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8x SLaM droids - all of these are in the Throne room behind pillars taking flanking positions.

Support:
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10x Defense Droid- 3x are with Valdus in the Throne Room

FIGHTER WING:
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Fang Fighters (10/14)

ARC-170's (9/12)

Edited: Clarified action, fixed spelling.

John Locke · Feb 20, 2019

Location: In space near Eshan
Allies: CIS and Allies |
Tagging: [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | @CIS Fleeters
Enemies: Mandalorians and Enemies
Engaging: [member="Quoron Cadera"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]
Objective: Clear Space of Mandalorian Assets and help secure freedom for Eshan
Unity Fleet:

Silence ruled the bridge, even the mechanical beep and pulse of the electronics seemed muted, seemed to fade away, an answer to the cold icicle that had seemed to grasp John, sliding down his back and freezing him in place. The cyborg wanted to cry out, wanted to scream and beat his hands against the screens infront of him, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight on the viewscreen, the smoke and fire, the sheer devastation that had spread across the city. Unbidden the ensign sitting at the sensor station tapped at his controls, spawning a series of boxes on the screen zooming in on the city. John’s eyes flicked from image to image, watching the fire and smoke billowing out of the wreck of his ship, watching the Mandalorians unleash a bombardment of what looked like miniaturized proton torpedoes on the city, cutting apart troops and the civilians they were trying to rescue. Another screen showed the devastation left in the wake of some of the largest worms he had ever seen. The rest of them though, they showed the debris of the ship where it had fallen.

Not a sound could be heard on the bridge, each member of the crew staring at the screen , lost in their own thoughts, their own current of panic and horror, unable to find a way out of this nightmare that had seemed to reach out and collectively consume them. They were all trained to use some of the most deadly creations ever made, at their fingertips the kinds of power that their ancestors could only dream of, the power to devastate a world, to wipe it out. Yet the fights they were used to, the way they generally found were carried out at a distance, the vastness of space separating them from the sight, from the reality of their actions. A light blipped off on a screen, somewhere in the numerous computers which ran the ship a number decreased by one. This was the war they were used to, clinical and mechanical, a game of tactics and positioning, of outmanoeuvring their opponent, a battle which mostly resulted in one party surrendering or retreating. Not this, not these bodies lying in the streets, not the callous disregard for life that had seemed to overtake their Mandalorian boarders and the mandalorians on the planet. John glanced down at the picture the security cameras onboard the Hermes had captured. The boarder who had precipitated this whole situation didn’t look like any Mandalorian John had ever seen, but attacking his ship, who else could it be? He’d be watching out for this one in the future though. He knew the image had been broadcast out to the Fortressa, to the rest of the Confederation forces on the planet, maybe one of them could spot the attacker, to let him know what's the man was doing.

Inevitably John’s eyes flicked upto the screen again, unwilling to meet anyone else’s eyes, to see the anger there, to see the accusations waiting there. Yet there was no-where to hid, each sight, each billow of smoke and lick of flame was like a sword driving through his body, pinning him into his seat. He could feel a track of tears rolling down his cheek from his one organic eye, hands clenching at his side.

“Admiral.”

The voice sounded like it was coming from miles away, muted as if it was coming through water.

“Admiral!”

John’s head slowly flicked around, staring at the commander standing next to him, the man’s shoulder’s rising as he braced himself, trying to brace against the anger there…the anger that…wasn’t there. In it’s place horror, sadness, a reflection of his own nightmare in another’s eyes.

“They need you, they need something…we’re still in a fight sir.”

It was just a sentence, the single phrasing that the commander used, but it was true all of it. The crewmembers were lost and it was his job to provide some guidance, not hide away feeling sorry for himself. The Hermes…the horror of the crash still weighed on his shoulders, a crushing soulful pressure he wasn’t sure he could ever loose. But for now…John made a gesture on his console, the images on the screen vanishing as he shook his head, opening a open comm channel. “Confederacy Navy, the time to mourn is later, time for tears and recriminations later. Out there, we’ve seen what the Mandalorians will do, the levels they’ll stoop to so they can ensure a victory. You heard their fleet commander claim that we’re destroying their city, but now we see the truth laid bare, when Mandalorians drop a Star Destroyer onto of an inhabited city, when they unleash a barrage of proton torpedoes that had cut down troops and the civilians they were helping. When they leave a city in rubble, this is the truth of the Mandalorian rule, this is the truth of Mandalorian justice.” The man’s fist slammed down on his armrest, “And I say, this will not do! This is not what the people of Eshan deserve. Let’s drive them out so we can bring in the support that the Echani will need to rebuild their home that the Mandalorians have attacked not once, but twice. And to any Mandalorian’s listening, I was once told you were an honourable people, a good people. Look down to the planet now, look at the people suffering and ask yourself if this is what you chose to fight for, what honour demands. I hope it’s true, that honour still exists, but any who would stand behind these crimes, I warn you, we have come to free the Echani from this horror and we will not allow this to continue.” John’s voice fell to an audible whisper, “Innocent lives have been lost, please don’t let it be in vain.”

The man sagged back in his chair, making a cutting motion across his throat as his communications officer shut off the channel. There was still a pressure on the bridge but, horror wasn’t the only emotion there, a spark of anger shone brightly in their eyes as backs straight the crew turned to their duties. Weapons swivelled, lining up a shot as the ships shifted.

“Incoming!”

John stared at the ships but…he couldn’t see any weapons fire, maybe the sensors were failing under the pressure of the battlefield.

“Enemies to our rear!”

He didn’t think things could get any worse but…they always found a way didn’t they. The man’s eyes dropped to his screen, his breath catching in his throat, blood training from his face as he saw the battlecruiser that had appeared, bisecting the lines of his fleet perfectly.

“Oh god…Alabaster and Hawk are to retreat at full speed, get the Khong, Galileo and Socrates back here. Icarus and Prometheus are to shield the Liminal and get me a gravity well spun up.“ He was actually caught between a rock and a hard place, and he’d always thought that was just a saying. Turn turn turn, all weapons, retarget to new hostile.”

The Mace Windu and the Piranha started to turn as the weapons started to fly, reaching out for his ships, enveloping them in a wave of damage as his own weapons opened fire. The ship shaking as the damage control board lit up.

“Emergency communication to all Naval Assets, let them know we could really use some help here.”

tldr;

Grav well activated by Liminal
Alabaster and Hawk retreating
Icarus and Prometheus defending Liminal
Mace Windu and Piranha firing all weapons on Indomitable
Khong, Galileo and Socrates returning to aid fleet

Derek Dib · Feb 20, 2019

Location: on planet
Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]

"There's no way we can unload all these droids in space sir. We have to land to do that."

Those words were still making Derek grimace as he held onto one of the straps in the bay of the "Eclipse". Across from him Lucian and Richard also held on loosely as they ship shuddered on re-entry. The Viceroy had snarled and told them to wait til they landed then. It would cost prescious minutes for the droids to disembark before they could start loading the Nest Carriers with evacuees, but it would have to do.

The twisting maneuvering of the ship made his breakfast rise, but it was either slight nausea or risk getting blasted from the sky. He could deal with the nausea. The pilot radioed back about rising complications near the landing zone for Group 1. Reaching over he activated the touchscreen on the wall next to him and frowned even more. Seemed with every passing minute more destruction was being caused on Eshan, and the majority of it was coming from the Mandalorian forces.

Even as these thoughts crossed his mind the screen began blinking as dozens of incoming ordinance was fired for a ground strike. Locations read that several friendly units were dispersed at many of the sites. Grabbing the comlink Derek shouted.

"Blastoise Cruisers, fire chaff, flares, and try to take out those incoming torpedoes!"

As he the words were transmitted the four Blastoise cruisers went into action trying to intercept as many of the incoming fire as possible. One cruiser used it's own vessel to intercept a cluster, the explosives hitting the forward shields and blowing through the hull. As Derek watched the cruiser rose straight into the sky, fire venting from several small explosions in the ship until a sudden flare filled the screen. The reactor had breached, the released energy consuming two thirds of the ship before the remnants fell unceremoniously into the lake near the palace.

"The gods feth it all!"

Derek snarled as Group 1 and Group 2 landed at their respective spots. As the Nest Carriers began disgorging the droid infantry the other shuttles settled upon the broken ground, the crew helping survivors onboard. A Mandalorian zipped by as the "Eclipse" circled the palace, the bridge dismembered yet a massive alien in armor challenging CIS allies, the Sun Guard. A cold chill ran along his spine as he recognized the identity of the being who boarded, took control of, and crashed the Hermes into Eshan City. His promise earlier to take vengeance, if possible, for the echani leapt to the front of his mind. Punching the release on the wall the ramp began to lower as Derek shouted into the comlink once more to the pilots.

"Grab that bucket head with the tractor and swing him into a wall like a bloody bug hitting a windshield on a speeder. And strafe that big karking giant by what's left of the bridge!"

Grabbing a rappel line he dropped from the ship, Lucian and Richard following a mere second later. As his boots hit the surface he swung the blaster rifle around, cradling it as he eyed the massive monster wielding a mace. Lucian's face was hard as stone, a veteran that knew battle was at hand. Richard was also prepared, yet he released a single line with a shake of his head. "Mm-mmm. There goes the neighborhood."

Shouldering the blaster rifle he sighted down the barrel, Lucian and Richard joining him in acquiring the target.

"Headshots on my mark, Mark."

The softly spoken word defied the lethal intent of their actions as the three men fired at the head of [member="Tathra Khaeus"].

MEANWHILE IN SPACE ...

Location: in space
Allies: [member="John Locke"] I [member="Kiff Brayde"]
Enemies: [member="Quoron Cadera"]

Captain Smoke gritted his teeth at his inability to fight. His orders for the 7th Fleet we're to hold their ground as an escape vector for the ships that were ferrying the refugees from Eshan City. He had yet to be fired upon and his orders were clear. Do not engage unless fired upon. It was against his training to watch a battle and not participate. Yet he was not about to disobey orders.

And then the Mandalorian Battle Cruiser cut through confederate lines.

He felt the pulse in his Temple climb as the two Valiant Class Star Destroyers rotate and begin to head for battle. Opening comms he gave orders to the two other captains, "Jump to hyperspace. Of you want to get there now, do it. The gravity well of the interdiction field will snatch you out and you will be on the cusp of it."

The two Valiant's captains considered the mad plan for mere seconds. Then they jumped. It was like blinking. One moment they were near the 7th Fleet and the next moment the we're barreling toward the Mandalorian Battle Cruiser. The comms jumped. "This is Captain Dee of the Valiant II, all systems in the green. But the Valiant I seems to have lost their communications and their engines seem to be off line."

The status report was disconcerting. Where the Valiant II was fine, sensors we're showing the Valiant I had no engines and shields were at thirty-eight percent. Captain Smoke pointed at a CIS friendly on the screen showcasing the battle. "Open a channel. Captain Kiff Brayde, this is Captain Smoke of the USC Kraken. I would advise targeting that Indomitable-Class Battlecruiser along with those Valiant star destroyers."

Fleet

U.S.C. 7th Fleet, Auxillary Command

Flagship: USC Kraken (SD-584 "Leviathan" Class Star Destroyer)
CIS Valiant 1 (Valiant I Class Star Destroyer) 37% shields, no engines
CIS Valiant 2 (Valiant 2 Class Star Destroyer) 100%
USC Avenger (Gunray-class Star Destroyer)
USC Freedom(Tambor-class Star Destroyer)
USC Defender (Enmesh-class Interdictor Cruiser)

x2 Sentinel-class Patrol Frigate
~ USC Sentinel's Revenge
~ USC Sentinel's Favor

x8 Blastoise Armored Escort Cruiser
~ USC Hawkbat
~ USC Blade
~ USC Valeria
~ USC Widow's Snare
~ USC Onyx
~ USC Gamora
~ USC Ivory Wish
~ USC Faust

x2 Diamond-Class Carrier Mk:II
~ USC Diamond's Glare
~ USC Diamond Cut

x2 Nest Class Carrier Cruiser
~ USC Razor's Nest
~ USC Mynock's Nest

Actions

U.S.C. 7th Fleet, Auxillary Command (under Captain Smoke's command):

Flagship: USC Kraken (SD-584 "Leviathan" Class Star Destroyer)
USC Avenger (Gunray-class Star Destroyer)
USC Freedom(Tambor-class Star Destroyer)
USC Defender (Enmesh-class Interdictor Cruiser)

x2 Sentinel-class Patrol Frigate
~ USC Sentinel's Revenge
~ USC Sentinel's Favor

{Forming a triangle formation, Kraken at point, Freedom left, Defender right. A Sentinel on either side of the Kraken. The Avenger behind the triangle formation. All starfighters and gunships deployed and dispersed within formation. A holding pattern, holding fire )

1st Group:
x4 Blastoise Armored Escort Cruiser
~ USC Hawkbat
~ USC Blade
~ USC Valeria
~ USC Widow's Snare
x1 Diamond-Class Carrier Mk:II
~ USC Diamond's Glare
x1 Nest Class Carrier Cruiser
~ USC Razor's Nest
x7 MAAT/I Dropships
x5 LAAT/A Dropships

2nd Group:
x4 Blastoise Armored Escort Cruiser
~ USC Onyx [DESTROYED]
~ USC Gamora
~ USC Ivory Wish
~ USC Faust
x1 Diamond-Class Carrier Mk:II
~ USC Diamond's Cut
x1 Nest Class Carrier Cruiser
~ USC Mynock's Nest
x6 MAAT/I Dropships
x4 LAAT/A Dropships

(1st Group and 2nd Group landing planet side. 1st group landing near the palace after the Blastoise Cruisers managed to destroy some of the incoming ordinance. x1 Blastoise Cruiser destroyed. 2nd Group landing at the outskirts. Both groups are evacuating echani from the danger/combat zones.

The Eclipse circles the palace, tries to lock onto Kaine Australis with a tractor beam, fires a strafing line at Tathera & Co.
Derek, Lucian, Richard drop from the ship and fire on Tathera.

(CIS Valiant I & CIS Valiant II released to join CIS fleet, microjump into the battle aimed directly for the Indomitable-Class Battlecruiser, Acclamater, firing all weapons.

- 44 Heavy Turbolaser Cannons
- 20 Heavy Torpedo Launchers
- 12 Hypervelocity Cannons
- 10 Medium Ion Cannons
- 40 Turbolaser Batteries

The Valiant II is towing the Valiant I beside them)

Captain Smoke has directed Captain Kiff Brayde to assist in targeting the Indomitable-Class Battlecruiser

Azure Djitred · Feb 20, 2019

OOC:

Post: 5

Allies: Cuddles the Rancor, Clans of Mandalore and our allies, [member="Valdus Bral"]

Enemies: CIS and their allies, [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Voph"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Cay-Yo"]

Objectives:

Cuddles - Evacuate

Azure - Evacuate

Azure tensed as she felt the ground tremor beneath her feet, and watched dust fall from the cellar ceiling. She weighed the pros and cons of staying hidden, before deciding evacuation would be best for the safety of the civilians. The Palace was no longer safe, and it did not calm Azure's mind that she did not know who was winning: The Clans of Mandalore, or those who invaded them and brought this war zone upon Eshan's people. Azure stood at the cellar entrance and whistled for the civilian's attention.

"Everyone, we're going to evacuate. I need all of you to help me to help you. I need those able to, to carry the old and the children to make this evacuation as quick as possible." As the civilians nodded, Azure waited until they were all ready to go before heading back upstairs to the main hall where Valdus' troops and Cuddles were. "All right everyone, please stay near cover while I call for transport." Cuddles looked at Azure curiously, and Azure frowned, realizing she could no longer feel Cuddles' presence in her mind as she entered the Mandalorian comm channel.

"This is Azure Djitred of Clan Solus. Valdus Bral and I currently have approximately 100 civilians under our protection in the Echani palace. I've determined they are no longer safe here, and we need an immediate evacuation from the area. If anyone is able to help us, please respond."

Luca Donskoi · Feb 21, 2019

[SIZE=12pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Eastern Suburbs, Eshan City[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Aftermath & a Sith on the Horizon[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Attire: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Phrik Curiass, Bracers, Pauldrons[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]CIS & Allies[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]ME & Friends[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt][member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Kyle Whir"], [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"], [member="Naedira Darcrath"], [member="Lucien Rayne"], [member="Ajax Crowe"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Post: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]5 [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] A tide of terror was coming now. Set in place the moment the Mandalorian Empire had begun their crusade and set to slaughtering his kind. And even now, as the city, itself, threatened to crumble all around them, the ire and rage continued to grow within the Echani man. His eyes still glistened in a fiery red-orange hue, a stark contrast from the silvery luminescence they usually carried. A testament to the power of the Dark Side that coursed through his body now, threatening to consume him. It was rage. It was fury. It was power.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]As the city bled, cut deeply by the tempest of burning debris that continued to fall from the heavens, few began to muster the courage to once again step out into the fray. Some had never left. Some lay impale or screaming from the bloody toll that had been extracted this day. And yet a few, still, muscled onward, still intent on fulfilling their own objectives. Fighting for whichever cause they leant their hand to, however misguided it might have been. At the end of the day, they were all people and eventually they would all find their places in the afterlife. Some sooner than others. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Ryndrae stepped forward, pulling the Echani vibrosword on his lift hip from its simple, yet ornate, sheath. Giving a quick rotation in air, he brought both hands to bear on the weapon, its impeccable blade, flickering beams of setting sunlight in this direction and that. It wasn’t long before the Echani came across a Mandalorian – a man writhing in pain evidence by the sounds of his harsh screams. And why wouldn’t the man? He had a long piece of fiery metal shrapnel buried deep into his hip, pinning him helplessly to the cold ground. His left arm was gone, amputated from the elbow. Blood dripped from beneath his helm, the visor fragmented into pieces to reveal the tanned skin of what looked to be a human. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He was a servant to the tyrants that had brought about the deathly horror that currently plagued his world so, and Ryndrae intended completely to divvy that same fate back. For he was a Mandalorian and deserved nothing short of death in the enraged Enchani’s eyes. And death is exactly what he would receive.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Ryndrae raised his sword high before bringing it down savagely upon the dying man. The sharp blade sliced effortlessly through the jumpsuit at the joint of the beskar where the neck was, leaving nothing but a fabric to defender against the bloodthirsty blade. In seconds, the head fell to the ground and rolled a moment before finally settling. Blood now poured from the man’s body and helmet, as the Mandalorians very essence was freed from its pitiful existence. The once blue and white armor now painted in a deathly hue of red. Ryndrae smiled as he basked upon the result of his new creation, but then moved onward without hesitation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]His eyes fell upon more and more bodies – Echani, Thyrsian and Mandalorian – that filled various portions of the streets. Fire threatened to engulf several nearby buildings. Before long, he’d reached the lip of what appeared to be a large crater…the crater dug within the city when the Mandalorians had orbitally bombarded it, tearing away the lives of hundreds, if not thousands, or innocent Echani. Civilians, mostly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]His eyes befell a scene where two stood engaged with one another. The Sith and the Outcast had set their eyes on one another with but a single goal in mind. The complete and utter destruction of the other.[/SIZE]

Kiff Brayde · Feb 21, 2019

OBJECTIVE: Destroy that big fricken battlecruiser
SHIP: The Benevolent Pride, an Adjudicator-class Star Destroyer
ALLIES: [member="Derek Dib"] | [member="John Locke"]
ENEMIES: The Mandalorian Empire, Mandalorian Navy

"Thanks for the advisement, Captain. I was just going to watch the battlecruiser tear our fleet apart but I think I'll do your suggestion, instead."

Kiff was, of course, joking. He may be a tad insubordinate and a prankster, but he valued his life very much and currently the Indomitable-class battlecruiser that was currently tearing CIS ships apart was the most immediate threat to that right now. But, being Kiff, he was ever still the jester, so all seriousness aside; Kiff was about to throw a major Mandalorian-whoopin' party, and RSVPs were already going through the roof.

"Helm, turn us about face to the huge battleship and Lieutenant, direct all of our offensive systems to aim at the Indomitable. I want everything we have to fire at that beast."

Officers immediately scrambled to complete his orders, and Kiff took a brief stroll around the forward viewports as the battlecruiser came into view. It was truly massive and formidable, but ever-clever Captain Brayde had reasoned that with much bigger fish to fry, a small Star Destroyer turning to give it a hardy beating would go unnoticed for now, and he was largely right. Of course, some turbolasers began to fire on the Benevolent Pride, but largely the focus of the battlecruiser was still on the Seventh Fleet. Yet, even then a direct hit from a turbolaser send the bridge shaking, and even Kiff had to take a moment to regain his balance. And aide came rushing up to him.

"Sir, what about our shields?"

Kiff took a moment to comprehend. What did he mean, "what about the shields?" Weren't they facing the same direction as the ship? He rushed over to the command pit, where both the joint gunnery-and-defensive command were located.

"Junior Lieutenant Orril, are our forward shields at maximum power?"

Orril looked up, sweat beading on his forehead as his eyes showed panic.

"Sir, there seems to be a problem with the shield projector; It's not reading our signals, we can't get it to face anywhere."

Kiff's stomach began to tie in a knot. If there was a problem with the shield projector, then that didn't just mean that they couldn't face the bulk of their shields in the right direction. It could mean that they didn't have any shields, none at all, and if that were the case that meant only a few turbolaser blasts and the entire Star Destroyer would be melted, quite literally.

"Junior Lieutenant, I want you to hear me clearly. Fixing this is your top and only priority; act as if your life depends on it, because believe me, it does."

The Jr. Lieutenant nodded, and Kiff gave a hard stare before turning to the Gunnery Captain.

"Now, Officer, I don't care that our shields are down. Well, I do, but that isn't your concern. Your concern is that we light up that battlecruiser before they blow us into oblivion. Do you understand."

The Gunnery Captain nodded and promptly sat to work, redirecting cannons and batteries to focus fire on the battlecruiser, as the lieutenant was giving orders and redirecting personnel, nearly screaming into his headset. Kiff remained there for a brief moment before returning to the viewport. He placed his hands on his hips, gave a large sigh, and then smiled.

"Nice day for it, eh?"

Kat Decoria · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Eshan valleys
Objective: Confront the Mandalorian
Allies: [member="Celiana"] | CIS and allies
Enemies: [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | ME and allies

A Mandalorian stepped towards her, confronting her with a few words before he charged at her with a strike. Twirling her staff, she parries and blocks the attempted strikes at her. Kat's eyes darken as she stares down the Mandalorian. So much for him not wanting to fight, he lasted barely a minute before he was attempting to attack Kat. She could feel her detest for the Mandalorian people, their decisions to constantly seek war, this man was fighting her when he was stating he didn't want it. Kat moved around and assessed the Mandalorian, she attempted to study his stance, form and preferred combat style.

"You say you don't want to kill me. Tell my brothers, my sister's husband, that you don't want to kill them." Kat paused as she felt anger building in her once again. "But you can't. Your people slaughtered them. You continue to slaughter my people, don't parade that you are victims here. The Echani people are being torn by you and the CIS, we're the ones suffering here." Kat growled as she held her ground firmly as she prepared for the Mandalorian's next attack. Her eyes staring down the man.

Fedrig · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Eshan capital - near the palace
Objective: Sort out the worms and stuff
Allies: ME
Enemies: [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

Squad: 11 Mandalorians

Fedrig shook his head. The girl knew of his culture, their culture, she was Mandalorian even if she did not agree with the current Mandalore. Many clans disagreed with the Mandalorian Empire, that was one thing he knew but he believed that one must follow their leaders, there had been nothing too severe since Fedrig's short time with the Empire that made him believe them not to be trusted. However, things were changing as Fedrig looked at the boy bored, his comments were predictable and words were false. "Those worms aren't ours, if they were, do you think we would be here ready to kill them?" Clearly the boy wasn't as sensible as he thought.

Turning to the girl, she was smarter, knew what to say or at least knew some of what to say. "The Echani queen abandoned her people when we arrived, she was nowhere to be found, nowhere to be contacted. Do you think that if your leader abandoned you and let slavers takeover that that leader should return to their position of power? There are Echani people who don't want her back as queen but your people ignore their wishes." Fedrig stated coolly. "Our people aren't looking to harm the Echani, no Mandalorian would have released the worms or crash the ship into the city, that I risk my honour on." Fedrig turned to where she pointed out Mandalorians apparently shooting down innocent people's transports. Looking at the transports, Fedrig shook his head, "that shouldn't have happen. That is terrible." There was genuine pain in his voice, Fedrig was a soldier but he never believed in harming transports of innocent people.

"However, this is war, your people have attacked our medical camps outside the city. That only held injured and innocent Echani and Mandalorian people." Fedrig stated back, not a stab but a comment that each side can harm innocents in war even with the best intentions. "I want to help the Echani people but taking stabs at me and my faction will not increase that chance. This is a truce, we must be civil amongst each other." Fedrig was stern on this. He was a Mandalorian and so were his men, slights at their honour would prevent his men from being willing to assist the CIS forces. Fedrig was late to the Mandalorian party but his men were born Mandalorians, their honour and pride were harder to push aside than Fedrig was willing.

Fedrig shook his head. "I am not seeking to kill you, I want this to end too. But like I said, what are we going to do?" Others were attacking the worms and were not doing any significant damage to the beasts. "Look, normal weapons aren't doing anything to those things? Heading into the city with debris falling from those destroyed transports will put people at risk, I've already lost one man to debris from that star destroyer!" Fedrig wanted to help but he wasn't sure where to start, everywhere seemed dangerous and futile.

Khia Varad · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Southern Eshan City. Falling dust and debris.
Objective: Mandalorian Slug Fest
Direct Enemies: [member="Talimet Garon"]
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME

Muse Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9drl1FKVb4

Not only stardestroyers now but great giant worms under the ground in the distance. Foreshadowing for this Varad for another trip to come, that was another story. She’d turned the communicator off else she’d have overheard a few of the clan having a less than pleasant experiences, as they were devoured under the earth or worse. As it was her hud was registering deaths of Varad even as the pair fought here, each one another reason to fight harder in their name. Her fist tensed.

Varad's stomping boot was well held by Talimet, blocked and unbalancing the wall woman with her technique. Her opponent followed up by a quick spring and a kick, catching the Mandalorian’s armor with a thud, clanging against the blaster burned left side. Which stung. Her blade retracted into her wrist. Fists to fist. Behind her helmet she grunted with some respect for the holstered blaster.

The crusader had tried to get her arm in the way of the kick but was slower. You couldn’t call Khia a kung fu fighter, she had some moves. Striding forward like a metal wall, fists out. When she closed she fell in a combat fighting stance, her legs getting some spring in their step, like a boxer. Her right side came forward as if to hit, she ducked left and brought her left fist up going for an upper cut, then two quick right jabs toward her opponent’s right side. Short fast jabbing hits. Adrenaline pulsed. Heart beating fast. Her curse and blessing, it actually made the hands tremor lightly when it got going, but helped give her that edge some athletes got. Seka and Khia trained like this most weeks, it was a familiar routine at the clan barracks.

As others debated with words, or with great ships in orbit reigning fire on each other. These two Mandalorians had their own debate going on. Khia and Talimet style. Simple old fashioned Mandalorian challenge one on one. Like the old days.

Personal Gear:

Armor: Cabur Beskargam, Weapons: ~~1x MRS-1~~, 1x Icebreaker , 2x Jackknifes, Melee: 1 x Vibrolasso, 1 x Force Pike, Grenade Belt: x4/5 Mixed Grenades, Gear: Targeting Visor, Lifeform Detector,

Personal NPCs, Background Only - Snipers

9/12 Supercommandos from Clan Varad
3x12 Standard Durasteel armored Clan Varad Mandalorians around the city, background forces. - Minor Casualties.

Shia Kryze · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Eshan Palace outskirts
Allies: CIS
Near: ? (Sorry!)
Equipment:

Prudii'hecr - Shadow Owl (shoulder mounds w/ micro-rocket launchers)
Old One Eye
Darksaber
Blade of the Ancestors Blood
DT-29 heavy plaster pistols (2)
MM-27 Rhyno Heavy Pistol
VT-LRS Rifle
LK Sweeper
Forcebreaker Grenades
Thermal Detonators

Units:

She felt the deaths as she fell.

And she felt nothing.

Which was how it should be - should would mourn her people later, and let others mourn their own. She had no tears to waste for people who brought war upon themselves in the name of ideology.

It was senseless, it engulfed a people both sides claimed to respect.

Let it be so, this was war.

The skies above the palace were briefly occupied by a thunderous roar that drowned out even the noise of the cataclysmic war around them as thousands of Mandalorian’s on bes’uliik descended from the heavens, firing on anything that did not bear a CIS transponder and appeared to bear arms.

They took care to avoid intentional collateral damage, but war in a city is war in a city and their aim was to split the defending forces, a lightning fast orbital cavalry strike, lead by the elite heavy units of the Shrike Owls, clearing a displacement zone for the transports of the Fire Owls to deposit their heavy support droids, which released from their cradles tens of meters up and landed firing their rail guns.

“Oya! The word is Tor, and no mercy!”

Shia and Clan Kryze were not giving chances to surrender, even Mando’ade. The quickest way to end this bloodshed was to let all the blood that needed letting. Although anyone who managed to throw down arms would not be killed, this was otherwise total war.

Shia herself sat astride One Eye at the center of the ring of beskar and death, confidently directing her troops with the experience of years of leading the Mandalorian Empire forces, now turned to her own cause. She waited, either for the chance to strike at one of her targets, or for someone to come to her.

Mig Gred · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Eshan Valleys
Objective: Defend Eshan from the CIS Invasion in the valleys.
Equipment: Light Mandalorian Armor, Lightsaber Trayc'kad, Trayc'kal
Allies: M.E., Sanya Val Lerium
Opponents: CIS, Celiana , Kat Decoria

Mig looked at the Echani with a shocked look on his face, both hearing her story and feeling the anger . It was almost too clear that he didn't know how far things were pushed. He knew they were bad, but.... His anger started to well up again. The anger he had at himself, and he couldn't hide it now. The alor's Trayc'kad seemed to shake some, memories flooding back to him. He was about to strike, but he only eyed the Echani, and spoke with a serious tone.

"You think I don't know that. I can feel everyone who's died in this battle." He then took a breath, lowering his weapon slightly. "I never wanted any of this. My clan had come as support to fight slavers, not the whole dang world! I avoided killing Echani, focusing on the marauders that attacked first. Not Echani, not Mandalorian. Me and a small group went into the fight. We got orders from the Mand'alor to protect the embassy because there was shooting inside. We went, but...." Mig stopped, pain welling back up he gripped his weapon tighter, way tighter than what anyone would normally. He finally got another word out. "My cousin died because I couldn't sense the danger. The explosion.... My clan set up a triage after that, helping everyone, but...." He stopped again, his self anger welling up. He couldn't get the last part out. He looked to the palace, feeling that same presence from weeks earlier. That same darkness was still here. He quickly hit his comms, calling out to the six fighters he had left and still noticeably shaken.

"Vipers, get to the palace. Your under the commander's charge when you get there." ( [member="Valdus Bral"] ) The Vipers soon shot off, quick to follow the order.

Quoron Cadera · Feb 21, 2019

Location: On the bridge of Pitiless Spirit
Objective: Destroy without being destroyed
Allies: ME Fleeters
Enemies: [member="John Locke"][member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Derek Dib"]
Resources: 1 mythosaur, 1 crusader class, 1 indomitable

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbxgYlcNxE8

The Indomitable was based around getting up close and personal with the enemy and destroying them. It was in its own as the batteries began to ring out impacting the CIS vessels. This distraction was helpful in pulling heat off of the Spirit and drawing the focus of the attention of the enemy on one ship. The Indomitable was beefy but it would need support to carry on its mission. The CIS fleet began to hug the ship and brought in another fleet to deal with it. "Status report on our hypervelocity guns! We need those guns back online. Mythosaur and Spirit come about to form a line toward the enemy's fleet. Move our fleet into the effective range of all our guns and begin to fire." With this, the massive warship began to come about and warm its cannons up and lock on with targeting computers. The Mythosaur held slightly back and the fighters filled position between the two warships.

"Sir we are recovering power but the hypervelocity cannons are still offline." The gunnery officer called up to the Admiral. A comm officer ran onto the bridge yelling. "Incoming reports from the Indomitable, they are taking heavy fire and are requesting heavy fire support." This slightly concerned the admiral because he knew that there was only so much punishment it could take. He gathered his thoughts for a moment and spoke to the gunnery officer. "Have all our cannons fire on the line of ships bombarding the Indomitable, call our fighters to split into two groups have the groups hold their position until I give the order. Call the Indomitable and have them alternate between focusing shields and cannons. Have them maintain their fire on all vessels targeting them, look for their weakest ship and focus fire on it." At this moment he called to the transports under his command and called them to hold at the spirit until they are called for evac.

ABORD THE BRIDGE OF THE INDOMITABLE

"CAPTAIN THE ENEMY HAS BEGUN TO ENCIRCLE US!" The young officer came running up to the captain who was steadfast in his demeanor. The captain motioned to his comm officer. "What is the status of our reinforcements. We cannot hold out forever." The officer responded with the short reply that fire support was incoming and that they would need to hold out until the enemy's line is broken.

The ship began to shake with the impacts of the weapons from the CIS ships.

"Damage Report! What's our status? If we are not shooting at it put fire on it. Scan the enemy and identify their weakness and pour our fire there. If the weapons get too hot cool them off and divert power to shields." At this moment the ship shook again and a veteran engineer called to the captain on his comlink. "Sheilds holding at 70% guns are warming, we will need to give them a moment to cool soon, but I can give you more fire for the moment." With this, the Indomitable's crew came more alive and kept up their volley against the enemy.

TLDR: Pitiless Spirit firing upon John's fleet line. Spirit and Mythosaur lined up facing CIS line still able to fire broadsides. Pitiless Spirit 85% shields 100% hull, Mythosaur 60% shields 100% hull, Indomitable 75% shields 100% hull.

Onrai · Feb 21, 2019

Location: Space
Goal: Eliminate the fleet
Allies: ME and allies
Enemies: CIS and allies - [member="Anton Delane"]

The Heresiarch's shields for the most part withstood the barrage of targeting, but there was no denying the attempt by the captain of the Boom to suicidally rush the Sovereign had an effect. The forward particle shielding was unable to fully absorb the impact of the ship's wreckage - the outside of the UBeam emitter was damaged. While the weapon itself was theoretically still functional, there was a very great risk of the weapon exploding and being unable to safely contain the energy within it, thus eliminating the ship's most powerful forward weapon.

With the Boom down, however, the Crimson Command XoXaan IIs now had the excuse to attack other vessels within the flotilla. The five ships that had previously been assaulting the Boom were now engaging the Verdun, which itself had been hit by one side of the LBeams. The remaining XoXaan IIs continued their attack on the Eternal Glory, attempting to engage its own forward UBeam. The anti-fighter weapons of all ships would continue to eviscerate the oncoming fighters, the elite pilots doing their best to remain within the anti-righter 'net.' There were losses, certainly, but the fighters remaining were doing relatively well in preserving themselves.

"This is the Heresiarch. To any allied or Mandalorian vessels, we require assistance in dealing with the onslaught of Confederate ships." Vanessa in the meantime would order a scan of the reactor systems of the Eternal Glory.

She had a plan.

Crimson Command

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Sovereign-class Battlecruiser | Heresiarch | 5000m | 45 | 87 (UBeam damaged) (Attacking Eternal Glory with forward SBeams and seeker baradium missiles, attacking Angelic Fury with side LBeams and SBeams, attacking Verdun with other side LBeams and SBeams)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Sceltor | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Eternal Glory with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Corrupter | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Eternal Glory with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Achilles | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Eternal Glory with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Harrow | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Eternal Glory with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Titan | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Eternal Glory with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Red Harvest | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Verdun with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Crimson Sunrise | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Verdun with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Firewind | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Verdun with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Exsanguinator | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Verdun with all weapons)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Wachtor | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Verdun with all weapons)

Progflaw99 · Feb 21, 2019

Allies: CIS | Echani | [member="Ryndrae Talon"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Naedira Darcrath"]

Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore | Mandalorians | Thrysians | [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"]
Location: Outskirts of the Former Capital, Ruins

A blood flecked cough wracked Ajax's body as he struggled to find a weapon. *Get over here!* he mumbled as he saw the errant strap of the scattergun beneath a piece of rubble. Wrapping his fingers around it, he tugged, the fabric coming loose surprisingly easily much to his dismay. *Fething figures.* The weapon itself had been broken in two by the giant piece of rubble it had been wedged under, Ajax tearing free the end attached to the tattered sling. With a snarl he cast it back to the ground followed by bloody spit. Around him he could see a few bodies thrown beneath immovable mountains of duracrete and steel. Several seemed to move - or twitch, he couldn't tell which. Others still he found rising to their feet. *Good, they didn't get all of us. Wouldn't that have been anticlimactic.* Ajax mused.

A few familiar faces had gathered behind a half destroyed building, it only took him a moment to tread over to where they'd holed up. "How's it going boys - wasn't that a fine how do you do?" he forced back laughter. "None of you fine gentleman might have an extra weapon laying about would you?" he asked, eyeing one to the next. For a moment they seemed taken aback at his nonchalant demeanor but as they made eye contact they could see it was little more than a facade. The fires of Eshan burned deep within their leader. None seemed to have an extra weapon but a particularly resourceful Echani mercenary nodded his head towards a half exhumed corpse. "I don't think he'll be needing his anymore." he responded dryly.

Ajax's eyes darted to the outstretched arm - the condition of rigor mortis had found a blaster rifle held firmly in the dead man's grip. Where his face should have been was little more than a marr of scarlet beneath a chunk of shattered crete. "Don't you know boys?" Ajax said as he stepped forward to retrieve the rifle. "Dead men in piles of rubble distributing blasters is no basis for a system of government." Relative silence descended upon the group - the reference obviously missing them. "Pah, forget it. You're all set to go then? Any of you got a bacta kit?" he winced. Damn if that blasted ship crashing hadn't really stirred up his insides. Another cough wracked his body. Steadying himself against a partially destroyed wall, he checked his utility belt. *Maybe it's time to get some help - I don't feel so good.*

Ajax was no stranger to war, to combat, to injury - and that's what had him worried. There was something unsettling within his body but he couldn't see it. "Someone get the Confederacy on the horn, see if we can't link up. I.." he stuttered. "I'm not going to last long unless I get whatever this is taken care of." His knees began to buckle, sudden exhaustion seeping up from the ground. Meanwhile, the dry humored Echani from before activated his comm, searching for any Confederacy channels.

:: This is the White Crows, Seeking Confederacy Aid, Please respond. ::

The call would repeat on several channels, hoping they could find the right one. Ajax meanwhile had fallen and quickly been propped up against the wall he'd been leaning on. Two of his men knelt beside him, doing what they could.

Kasca Fen · Feb 21, 2019

Objective: Scourge
Location: City Outskirts
Wearing: Mandragoran Armor, Light Shield Bracelet, Lightsaber, Two knives
Allies: CIS, Mandragora, [member="Rhaellor"], [member="Fawn Alzi"], [member="Asher Mossa"], [member="Veronika Fleischer"], Eshan Peoples
Enemies: [member="Grosck Bah'azet"]

That... had not worked. She watched as the Brutes brought here by Gorsck were comfortable in the flames. Kasca stopped the flames, bringing the energy from the spell back to herself for use as something else. A frown appeared on her pale lips and her eyes flashed in frustration and determination. They weren't going to get off that easy.

HA! They care not for your petty spells.

They will kill you and we will reap the reward of watching you die. *sigh* If she dies, we die. Oh not that again. It will never not be true.

He wants to do things to you... things that will make you scream. I like him. Surrender!

"Quiet!" She hissed in her mind and concentrated on the spell she wanted to cast instead. The voices in her mind, silent to others were always a torture to her and in battle was no exception. The only surprise she felt was that they had been silent this long. Luckily, she had been dealing with them all her life and most days she could ignore them well. It was only in the silence of the night or possibly on a beach in the middle of a beautiful resort when no one was around, that they created a stir in her and brought her low. Here she had far too many things on her mind and her life at stake. They could not draw her attention away from the task at hand.

Gorsck was attacking Fawn and thus she was free to attack his brutes. In addition to her own power, she felt the uplifting power that came from the Battle Meditation done by @Aedan Malvern. Kasca took in a breath as the additional power coursed through her, funneled by her will into her focus. "Fight," it whispered, urging her to command herself and protect the Confederacy, her family. They were her family now... all she had. Nothing would take them away as long as she set her iron will to the task. Unlike the voices in her head, his voice meant something to her and she listened. His power, added to hers made the change she needed for her spell to happen infinitely more smoothly and added to her ability with telekinesis. Her icy eyes turned violet and glowed upon her face.

The grenades were launched once more by Gorsck's remaining brutes. Kasca did not want to expend precious energy to send them back towards them, especially as they were closing in on the Mandragora. So she simply added a little oomph to their flight so that they continued on past the witches to the building ruins behind them. There were quite a few of them however, and she wasn't able to completely tap each one. One ended up closer behind her than she wanted and when it exploded, the concussive wave hit her and her mount. She had to hold tight to her Doashim in order to not fall off its massive frame. The heat and flames traveled up the back of her Mandragora Armor and the bare back of the beast beneath her. She felt its touch and screamed out as the Doashim roared in anger and pain. The result of the grenade attack was that she had been burned, several parts of her armor would need to be replaced and skin would need bacta grafts, mostly on her legs. It had singed her beautiful white blonde hair at the tips. Burning hair is a horrible smell, worse than burning flesh. Had she not been wearing armor, she would have had it more rough. It shouldn't affect Veronika or Fawn though.

She felt the fuel of her pain and rage and focused it on her enemy. If fire did no harm, then perhaps ice would. She threw her power at the brutes, slicing through the air towards them in a new wave. Heat left the area swiftly as she applied the bulk of her power and the additional power she got from the battle meditation into freezing ice shards. Everything they would touch that was susceptible to temperature might be frozen. Items super heated in her fire wave would be more susceptible to breakage as the temperature changed drastically. If they cracked, even a little, the LMG's could blow up in the Brute's face if used.

Yissss. Watch them freeze. I think they would make lovely ice sculptures, don't you?

Large rock monsters, what can ice do? She made a mistake with fire. Maybe ice is another.

I want to see them BLOW THEMSELVES UP! Can we? please?

LT-137 · Feb 21, 2019

Objective: Scour Eshan of Mandalorian Presence.
Location: Eshan's Capital City - Palace Bridgehead Ruins.
Allies: The Golden Company, Thyrsians, The Confederacy of Independent Systems.
Nearby: [member=Eyros], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member=Cay-Yo], [member="Jerek Zenduu"], [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], [member=Micah], [member=Voph], [member="Derek Dib"], [member="Veronika Fleischer"]
Enemies: The "Mandalorians."
Directly Engaging: [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
Nearby: [member=Fedrig], [member="Valdus Bral"], [member="Kaine Australis"]
Gear: See Link in Signature.
Forces: See attached Document for Relevant Information. [x]
Notable Links: Anti-Ordnance EM Probe [x] Torian Pierce [x]

With his taloned fingers clutching the Mortalis tightly, Torian felt a measure of unbridled joy surge through his damaged mind. He missed sights like this and was secretly craving them ever since the man cloaked himself in black and gold. The man was a soldier and had been from birth. The realities of conflict were the only thing he knew, and it was the only thing his fractured skull could truly understand. He was a stormtrooper once, who stood beneath the banner of the distant and dwindling might of the First Order. For years, the man found himself stationed on the frontlines in their everlasting conflict with the Galactic Alliance. He grew used to the sight of meat grinder after meat grinder; where his friends and enemies alike were torn asunder by the rapid advancement and growing lethality of technology. What transpired amidst the ruins of the bridge, and the draining lake was little different. It was merely yet another textile panel woven into the tapestry of warfare, depicting the inferno of violent disputes that gripped this galaxy tight.

This sudden, and unbidden notion of joy was followed by the collection of puckering scar tissue peeling back to reveal the polished enamel that was still rooted in his gums. He relished the display of wanton carnage and yearned to be a part of it with every fibre of his being. It took all the strength he could muster to keep himself from charging forth into the fray, for despite the urges for the carnage he wished to satisfy -- Torian was still a soldier at heart and forced himself to wait for the command to charge. When it was given, however, the reforged Sun Guard - along with nearly a dozen of his comrades - stormed down into the brackish insanity and threw themselves into the melee with reckless abandon. Blades and shields were drawn, locking into place. The projected barriers that encapsulated the gilded warriors flared amidst the dying dust and drizzle of rain that assailed the surface of Eshan. There was little hope that those who remained amongst the Mandalorian Rearguard would survive, as their forces withdrew into the place.

Even the towering monsters that took the field, killing all in sight, found themselves harried by the superior firepower and arcane technologies that the Sun Guard brought to bear. Those creatures, whatever they were, seemingly prided themselves on brute strength - seeking to proverbially trample their foes beneath their twinned boons of size and might. Although bolstered by the genetic therapy, and the powered armour they wore, the Scions of Thyrsus were incapable of matching these beasts in direct battle. They’d be overpowered and crushed underfoot if they made the attempt. Yet, for all of their bestial strength, these creatures lacked the experiences and camaraderie which formed the core of the Thyrsian’s cultural beliefs and training. While their brute strength would’ve made them a potent fighting force, it was rendered ineffective against the speed and agility ingrained into every Sun Guard that wore the powered armour.

They moved thrice as fast when compared to humans, and was further pushed beyond their limits by the neural interfaces surgically implanted into their frames; which drastically increased their reaction times -- comparable to the speed of thought. This technological boon was greatly enhanced by the cultural disciplines of the Thyrsian people. Like their Echani kindred, the dark-skinned Scions of Thyrsus communicated through combat - effectively learning how to see the subtle fluctuations in their opponent’s moves and essentially predict what they were going to do next; bending like armoured reeds in the wind as their attacker sought to cut their life’s thread. Although the Echani prided themselves on grace; favouring their fists and unarmoured bodies, the Thyrsians preferred to adorn themselves in heavy armour and focus their efforts on mastering the blade. Combat was a way of life for these people, and their respective martial arts were a manifestation of that warrior spirit; which was passed on from one successive generation to another. Thus, as the secrets of the blade weren’t genetic - despite the common misconception that they were - the Golden Company, and the Sun Guard’s thereafter, planted the seeds that would sprout and blossom in the midst of combat.

Every monstrous push was met by an overlapping, and overwhelming field of fire; magnetically accelerated rounds capable of tearing through the thickest of hides were discharged alongside coruscating arcs of crippling lightning. Slugs, filled with one of the most corrosive substances in the known universe impacted shields; expelling the dangerous vapour within - killing any and all that found themselves moving through the caustic mist. Even grenades, wrist-mounted rockets, and thermal detonators were tossed; blackening the ruins and doubtlessly killing any that were caught in the blast. Their addition to the chaos was absolute, and the furious battle at the bridge turned into a maelstrom that would’ve darkened the skies with ash and soot for months to come; were it not for the downpour. Now, at least, both sides could see the horrors they wrought upon one another.

Even the Palace was unable to escape the battle that tore across the areas surrounding the bridge, as one of the monsters burrowed up from beneath the sundered surface and coiled itself around the once magnificent structure. In response to the sudden emergence of the beast, one of the Sekhmet Eradicators swivelled to engage this new threat; utterly ignoring the charred remnants of opposition beneath its towering stride. From the previous encounters of these beasts that were recorded over the Confederate BattleNet -- these worms were capable of shrugging off all but the most powerful of blows due to their thick hides. Some even reported that their heaviest of laser cannons were incapable of doing more than annoying the coiling creature. That made the pilot and his artificial analog smile with glee. They were about to see this beast become nothing more than an ashen revenant, and claim the first recorded kill of a mutated worm. Their weapons, capable of carving starships in twain, accrued lethality as the operator and their respective command crew gathered the needed targeting data.

Within moments, the towering colossus of arcane technologies and gilded plating fired its primary armament. Incendiary beams of solarized light lanced outwards, seeking to burrow into an exposed section of the creature. Due to its size and seemingly stationary position, the instantaneously generated beams would be theoretically unavoidable. Should these lances of solarized light strike their target, which held a high degree of possibility, they’d likely sear through the exposed husk in a manner of milliseconds -- severing the beast in two. Because of their sustained nature, the walker’s command crew wouldn’t see their weapon’s awe-inspiring might wasted. Instead of striking for a single exposed coil, the Sekhmet’s turrets slowly tilted towards the Spire and the heavens thereafter - tearing into the more portions of the worm and possibly the Palace as well.

The newly arrived fighters, both of Mandalorian and Bestial-design, found themselves assailed by the remaining majority of the Sun Guard’s vanguard forces through myriad means. Their first sign of opposition came from two Lances of Khepri’s; who utilized the combined firepower of their twinned rotary blaster cannons - alongside their rack of guided missiles - to eliminate the escalating threat. Even the armature mounted heavy laser and solar ionization cannons added to the mounting chorus of destruction whenever one of the orbiting fighters found itself in their sights. They were fated to either die as a melting blossom of molten slag, or a shower of atmospheric shrapnel as their payloads would’ve detonated in their inevitable destruction. They weren’t alone in such an endeavour, however. Nearly twenty Sun Guards, mounted atop anti-gravitic mechanical steeds, forged from gilded plates of Thyrsian steel, surged forth into the fray as well. Their combat swoops unleashed a swathe of homing nano-missiles towards their assigned and locked targets, which would hopefully thin the numbers of the newfound horde that despoiled Eshan’s skies. In addition to those seeking munitions, the Thyrsians employed their deadly Force lances as well; literally disintegrating anything their sharpened edges touched.

As the newly arrived Mandalorian strikeforce began making their presence known, they too were greeted by the martial prowess of the Sun Guard. Anti-ordnance EM Probes were fired from underslung, or shoulder-mounted launchers as the first, and the subsequent wave of cluster munitions sought to carpet bomb the immediate area. With a directed electromagnetic pulse, their integrated guidance systems were disrupted -- which made them more destructive than they were intended to be. Hundreds of proton-based munitions fell on not only their designated hostiles but on unshielded friendlies as well - doubtlessly slaughtering Mandalorian and Echani forces alike. The Sun Guard didn’t care, nor were they truly affected by the carpeting bombardment. They were safely sheltered beneath plasmatic curtains - either projected around their person by the mobility generators lashed to their belts or the walkers that strode through their ever-shifting battle lines.

Torian found himself amidst that charnel house, doing his best not to succumb to the bubbling laughter simmering within his breast. These cretins offered little contest. They were akin to stalks of wheat before the harvest’s scythe; falling with reaping swipe. He desperately wanted to laugh aloud, giving voice to the boundless joy this slaughter brought him. Yet, even his damaged mind knew the consequences such an action would yield. He laughed like a maniac once, long before adorning his frame in the gilded warplate of the Sun Guard. Khonsu made him pay for that in the end. Thus, the primal instincts still firing within his fractured skull cautioned him of the dangers that’d such an act would bring; especially amidst the treacherous and brackish ground such as this. The man would be better served by saving his precious oxygen for sustaining his armoured form; for it was likely this slaughter wouldn’t end as the shadowy tendrils of darkness took hold.

The conflict that encompassed the entirety of the ruined bridge would likely carry on for hours, and it would’ve been absolutely foolish of the former Stormtrooper to have succumbed to fatigue, all because he couldn’t help himself from laughing.

There was little joy in Khonsu’s eyes as he watched the towering beast surge forward. The man watched - nay studied - the creature's movements as it forcibly trudged through the brackish ruins; forging a conceptual approach in how to combat his newfound challenge. It was a towering creature that doubtlessly outclassed him on almost every level, and would likely crush him like an insect if he was caught within those reptilian paws. As unsightly as that image was, the Sun Guard threw the notion aside, and instead focused on the various theoretical’s he could employ. The Warrior could easily keep his newfound prey at a range, utilizing the environment around them to slip through his ponderous grasp. It would be an agonizing death from a dozen cuts, yet that wouldn’t be nearly enough to satiate the rage burning within his breast. He wanted more. He wanted to take this creature’s advantage and turn it against him in the grandest of ways. Then, and only then, could the man feel like the trophy was earned.

Thus, Khonsu continued to hold himself still as the creature advanced thunderously forward. He was unphased by the towering features, or it’s butchery of the common tongue. The man knew no fear that would steal his heart. His fingers gripped the haft of his spear tighter as the creature closed the distance with meteor-hammer in hand. The creature doubtlessly wanted him to make the first move; to give in to his primal hubris and meet its charge head-on. With the technological additions woven into the massive weapon, that the Thyrsian caught with a glance, it was likely that he’d be pulverized into a bloody, carnelian paste should he follow through with such foolishness. No, despite the wordless goading, the Thychani Commander stood his ground.

As the gap between the two fighters closed and Khonsu came within reach of the mighty weapon, should the creature thrust it forward like a rapier or an elongated spear, the man finally acted. His wrist-bound shield dipped slightly, as his free and hidden hand dove towards the sidearm magnetically-bonded to his thigh. Within its rudimentary design were housed a dozen of the deadliest projectiles ever created by mortal hands. Their collectively crystalline surfaces gleamed with the acidic lethality that lay within. He wasn’t going to win in a fair, straight up fight. The Sun Guard knew that the moment the two of them challenged one another. Despite all of the power and enhancements that his armour offered, the Thyrsian wasn’t strong enough to match his newfound rival. Every foreseeable option, where their weapons would clash, would end in unimaginable agony for the gilded warrior.

Thus, the man was forced to even the playing field in order to survive - let alone grasp onto whatever shreds of victory could be obtained here.

When his taloned fingers swiftly wrapped around the all-too-familiar embrace of his sidearm, the Sun Guard disengaged the magnetic-seal with a thought, before snapping the weapon upwards and firing. Three projectiles were rapidly discharged from the barrel, each finding themselves hurtling towards vastly different destinations. The first slug tore through the rain-scented atmosphere and struck a piece of debris situated between the two fighters. Many would consider that a wasted shot, but as the acidic ichor began to turn to vapour - it presented a lethal hazard for the creature to traverse. That was the beauty about Xenoboric acid; for prolonged exposure to fumes would produce the same results as if being struck by the acidic substance itself. The second and third projectiles found themselves flung at terminal velocity towards their intended target; seeking to strike his armoured form in the poleyn and torso respectively.

It was likely that the creature would shrug off such an assault, but when combined with the crossfire erupting around him? There was little he could conceivably do to escape this bout unscathed. Whilst the seconds began to pass him by, Khonsu ignited his suit’s integrated repulsor with a thought and placed himself on the edge of movement whilst his pistol arm remained extended; an act that would go unseen by all but the most studious of eyes. He was ready. No matter what action this creature sought to take, the Sun Guard would react in kind.

The Thychani Commander made the first move - now it was time to see what the unfolding branches of future held in store for the Gilded Warrior.

Tathra Khaeus · Feb 21, 2019

Gear:

- Combat Vest
- Tathra's Mace
- Composite Shield
- Gauntlets
- Flail Attachment

Enemies: | [member="Khonsu Amon"] |
Allies: The Bryn'adûl | The Extant
Locale: City-side end of the Bridge

The Sun Guard falsely assumed the Fist's aggression was a misplaced ignorance of warfare, the superior gunfire they commanded would be momentary as the Chieftain's Fist themselves carried both heavy LMG's and Marksmen rifles, cutting through the Mandalorian and Confederate straggles with ease as they moved to break the front line, their success came with ease as the Sun Guard momentarily became a passive presence - bombarding the Chieftain's Fist as they moved for cover amongst the wreckages, delivering a rain of orange plasma toward the Sun Guard.

The barrage tarried their will little, none fell to the barrage as the Chieftain's Fist moved quickly - each surging through the fire with ease as an arrangement of Striker Squads stormed the Sun Guard. Their Ungulloi infantry counted a total of one-hundred and fifty. The small creatures charging at the Sun Guard with their pistols, attempting to soak up the fire as the squadrons of Drurgul Marksmen took to flanking, their speed perhaps outdoing that of the Sun Guard as they would move to avoid fire, attempting to attack from the rear as the Sun Guard barraged the Fist.

The Drones and Section Commanders would join the Fist, the massive Baeduring Commanders forcing a zealotry suicidal commitment into the Drones, spraying down at the Sun Guard - five of the Chieftain's Fist unleashing a torrent of EMP grenades, covering the entire area of the immediate Sun Guard forces and then some. from within their Wendigo LMG's, the foray of blue plasma would hopefully short circuit the cyborgs. The remaining five twitched to their Axes, charging the staggered and hopefully shattered Sun Guard's defences, determined to paint themselves with Cyborg Mercenary Blood.

-

The Chieftain continued forward, darting through flame toward the Thycani Commander. The Sun Guard stood, unmoving. Tathra had been fighting for nearly a century, his whole life spent dealing with a variety of forces. The small cyborg thought he was smart, but the lack of action spoke just as much as any perceived movement would. The Chieftain of the Bryn'adûl had rose and retained his mantle as leader through time and time again proving himself to be the strongest of the Bryn'adûl - not just through strength, but through competence and tact.

What the Thycani had biologically, the Chieftain of the Bryn'adûl had gained through years of dealing with enemies faster and stronger than himself. The Thycani Commander and Tathra both knew that if it came to blows, he would die before his Sun Guards could come to his aid. Tathra charged, unassumingly closing metres in flashes like a blur. The Chieftain's mass surged forward, its aggression fluid as the Mace in his dominant hand slid backward as his hand reached the upper end of the hilt - effectively limiting its range. With such a small range to work with, it effectively nullified any penalty of attacking his opponent, the weapon's sudden jolt forward would serve as a false display of range, hopefully allowing Tathra to trap his opponent within the range of his Mace. Tathra thrust the weapon forward at his opponent, the Mace's head a red blur as the fluorescent red glow followed the ridged spikes.

There it was, the Thycani would rely on out-thinking his opponent primarily. Dexterity nor Strength would prove viable enough to defeat the toughest of the Drael, his tactical competence instead. The Thycani Commander moved, his pistol raised and fired as quickly as Tathra got close enough to strike - Tathra's strides and speed eclipsed the Sun Guard, it was to his eyes like a child attempting to deter his assault.

The Chieftain moved with such a pace that the acidic rock between them was soon behind him, the two slugs finding themselves lodged in Tathra's armour. His momentum was not stopped, the small thrust forward easily reprimanded as Tathra extended the range - his hand sliding down the length of the Mace as he swung for Khonsu's centre mass.

X4 Servitors
x1 Shaman
x10 Chieftians Fist
x40 Hel Fighters
x30 Striker Squads

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