False Blades and Glory (TSO/Mandalorians; Beskar Raid)

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Original image from Destiny​

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Outside of standard sensors range. Several small fighters, StealthX's (the original variety) dropped out of hyperspace. Each was manned by a capable pilot, most of them being Sith. The reason for choosing such a vessel to convey them to Concordia was simple: they were quiet and generally associated with Jedi use. Add in the fact that they were all wearing stolen Wraith Vapor Armor, and they could very well pass for being Jedi. Which was the reason they were dressed as they were. They wanted the Mandalorian's to think this was a raid by the Silver Jedi.

Keep your formations tight and maintain radio silence, he sent through the Force to the others. We just need to land. From there, it will be more difficult. This is the easy part.

And by easy he meant difficult. StealthX's were very quiet, but they were flying right into the heart of Mandalorian space. It was risky at best, but to be fair, Leos didn't care if any of the others even survived. If he got what he was there for then he'd be alright with a few of them dying. He was certain that they could mostly all handle themselves, though. They wouldn't have come into the heart of Mandalorian territory with him if they didn't believe they could handle it. The Mandalorians were sure to be present in some capacity, though he figured that most of them would be out fighting the Jedi.

He kept his s-foils locked in flight position. The ship was faster in a straight line that way, and their goal was to quickly reach Concordia before some stupid sod managed to bump into them on his patrols. It was unlikely, but it was possible. Engines at full burn would take them a little while to make it into the moons airspace, but at least they were coming in from far enough out that their reversion to realspace was unlikely to have been detected. The flight time to get in was a necessary downside. A quick glance out the window showed him nothing. Even he couldn't see the other ships. That was good. Now all they needed to do was stay quiet and fly right on in.

[member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Tirdarius"], [member="Darth Ferox"], [member="Eshtaol"], [member="Lyra Naerys"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Tap tap tap. The sound filled the cockpit of one particular StealthX ship on route to Concordia. Within it sat a red man dressed up like a Jedi waiting to jump into space. Asides from the Jedi part, that's exactly what the man wanted to do. His brow furrowed in annoyance as his droid pilot kept in the tight formation. Darth Ferox, never the one to fly himself, rapped his fingers across the edge of his seat, as if the tapping noise would sooth his annoyance.

It didn't.

He had always hated flying. Hated having to sit in a small confined space where a single puncture would mean death to it's inhabitants. It was unnatural. Wrong even. Yet here Ferox was again, stuck flying around to get where he had to go. Why did it always have to be in ships? Couldn't there be a simpler way to get from planet to planet? No, unfortunately. And so he would sit in relative silence grumbling about how much he wished he was on the ground.

[member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Darth Abyss"] @Tidarius [member="Eshtaol"] [member="Lyra Naerys"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Was Abyss a masterful pilot, or even a good one? The answer was no, but he had forcefully trained his ability to precisely crash a ship where he wanted it to, something that had proven to be surprisingly useful in the attack of Ossus. He would rather live with a few more scars and broken bones than to die because his droid pilot chose the worst possible position to land on a battlefield, so he was the one flying the StealthX towards the atmosphere of Concordia. His reason for following the call of his fellow sith was a simple one. Sure he hated the mandalorians wholeheartedly but he was to calculating to attack a target so deep in mandalorian territory for something so petty and meaningless as revenge. The iron was what tempted him, as he was working a project of upmost personal importance, and refining it with beskar was a opportunity he wouldn't let slip.

Following slightly behind [member="Darth Ignus"] and [member="Darth Ferox"] starfighter he checked his gear one last time, allowing the ship to fly by itself for a second. Like the others he was shrouded in a set of armor commonly associated with the jedi, and a member of his personal intelligence agency had done his best to let his face seem like that of a near human instead of that of a sith. He was far less pale than normally, his veins weren't exposed in dark violett, and a few strange looking lines were drawn in his face.

He had thought about replacing the red crystal in his saber with another, but both the weapon and the crystal had a meaning to him, so instead had simply borrowed a yellow blade from a member of his academy. It didn't rested as perfectly in his hand as his own saber, bur it would do the job.

[member="Tirdarius"] [member="Eshtaol"] [member="Lyra Naerys"]

 

[Eshtaol]

Rather unlike most of the others, Eshtaol didn't have to do an awful lot to pass off as a Jedi. Only newly initiated into the Sith, the only giveaway sign of her allegiance to the Dark - beyond her Force-aura, which she wasn't good enough to be able to conceal - was the slight tint of yellow beginning to colour her eyes. By the time anybody was close enough to notice either, she doubted it would make much difference.

She was flying alongside [member="Darth Abyss"], checking her armour and equipment as he flew the starship. The raid today would be her first time on the field; intensely nerve-wracking for somebody as inexperienced in combat as herself, but also exciting. She was confident that she probably wouldn't die today. Plenty of injuries, perhaps, but she'd taken the liberty of practicing her saber-combat when she could precisely for such a purpose - provided she found someone only moderately more capable than her to face off against, she'd probably leave Concordia in one piece.

Thankfully, according to some research she'd done prior to today, a purple saber wouldn't rouse suspicion regarding her alignment. At some point, she really did need to forge her own saber; red, this time, hopefully. For now, she was simply pleased that the saber she'd become accustomed to would blend in. Carefully, she called up the hilt - something she'd also spent long hours getting the hang of - with some reluctance, it flew into her hand. Without activating it, she twirled the saber experimentally. She'd need all the practice she could get before they landed.

[member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"]​

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

| [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Eshtaol"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"] |​

Space above Concordia, Mandalore System

The swirling blue lights of hyperspace contracted, the darkness rushing in to fill the void that had been left, pinpricks of bright illumination faded slightly by the background. The ringing hum of the hyperspace engines faded and were replaced by the softer rhythm of the sublight engines kicking in, even the engine trail concealed by a black-burning tibanna isotope that meant it was nearly impossible to see against the backdrop of space. A beautiful design, in truth, the epitome of stealth technology from an age where force was the order of the day. Tirdarius had rather admired the designed, even as he recognised the vulnerability.

This one was a two-person reconnaisance vessel, the front seat for the pilot, with flight and gunnery controls, the second seat focusing on an advanced sensor and eavesdropping system that would enable the vessel to pick up on transmissions from other ships, and even be able to run decryption suites that might allow them to truly snoop on enemy communications. The Sith had no intentions of engaging in such operations here, but the presence of the second seat had allowed him to bring his young apprentice, a girl barely yet acquainted with her powers, but one to be thrown into the chaos of Sith life nonetheless.

Other short flashes appeared in the dark sky: the other ships coming out of hyperspace around them, the other Sith that were participating in this raid, each disguised as Jedi, in robes and sleek functional armour. He had even been cautious enough to cast a glamour upon himself and the girl, one that would conceal any darkness in their Force presence. True, Lyra was so new to the Sith path that doubtless she would simply pass as any neophyte, Jedi or Sith, but he did not want to take a chance in that respect. Better that she be thought of as something she is not.

To be a Sith on this mission would be to turn Mandalorian weapons against them, and though the Sith had no fear of those armoured mercenaries, the plan was not to proceed here with the level of force that the Sith were known for. Misdirection is better than destruction at moments. It was a return to the true Sith way: striking from the shadows, making those all around them jump at the darkness, not knowing what was standing within it, never knowing when the next strike might come. And so we teach them a much-needed lesson.

"We're nearing the planet now," he announced calmly to his flying companion, knowing she could not see it, given that the young woman was facing in the other direction. Concordia appeared in the cockpit canopy, rising rapidly to fill it. They would land soon, and it was then that Lyra would face tests she had never dreamed to encounter, if he was any judge of her imagination. All Sith must face horrors and trials that shape them. She is no exception. "We will join with the others, and proceed from there. I trust you are prepared for what happens next?"

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

The R9 unit in the back beeped at him that they were approaching the moon. So far they either hadn't been detected, or else the Mandalorians were lying in wait for them. Thinking on the side of caution, he figured it was probably the latter. Though he wanted to think that they'd been able to slip through completely undetected because of the ships they were flying, he was also the owner of a corporation that made numerous technical advancements in ship and personnel technology. He could not discount the fact that the Mandalorians may have come up with a device that was capable of detecting StealthX's. It was too dangerous to believe that they couldn't, and Leos liked to be cautious.

With the approach to the atmosphere, he knew that they were going to make some small noise as the heat of atmospheric entry would dissipate around their shielding. It would be small and undetectable except visually, however, so he was hoping that their radar would pick it up as some space junk hitting atmosphere and burning up. That was if they were lucky. Being practical, he wasn't going to count on luck being on their side.

Disperse a little to make it seem more natural as we enter, he sent through the Force to the others. Pick your landing sites carefully, and keep in mind that you're responsible for your own ore extraction.

Suffice to say, he was getting this ore for himself, not for the Order. Granted, what he was going to use it for would benefit him, which in turn benefited the order, but he wasn't going to go out of his way to facilitate the projects of the others. Regardless, he aimed to pick a site that looked like it was still slightly active so he'd know he was getting some ore out of the deal. Plus that would mean there would likely be some sort of transport in the near vicinity that he could commandeer to get the ore off the moon and back to his refining facility. First he had to dodge the ships around the moon and enter the atmosphere, giving the enemy a chance to detect him still.

[member="Tirdarius"] [member="Eshtaol"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Lyra Naerys"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

No reaction yet. That was good, maybe even good enough to get them to the surface unseen until it was already to late. The entrance into the atmosphere would be crucial, but if they would get through unheard they would actually able to utilize stealth for once. There was much to say about the sith order, but staying silent was a talent that suprsingly many of them lacked, especially for an order that was born out of the shadows, and based around deception as much as around betrayal.

As he heard [member="Darth Ignus"] command he dragged his ship a bit to the side, creating a bit of distance between himself and the other members of the attack crew. Normally he wouldn't follow the commands of another sith, he was at his best when working independent or with one or two trusted allies by his side. But for all his skills on the ground, he was not a gifted pilot, so he decided to trust in the other siths experience for once. He send back a wordless thought of approval back to him.

Like Ignus he send a message through the force, but not at the whole group. Instead it was aimed at his apprentice [member="Eshtaol"], which had her first day in the field today, and he wouldn't allow her to be killed by some mandalorian because she made a rookie mistake.

"Try to land as closely to me as possible, without making any more noise. Do not disappoint me apprentice."

His eyes focused on the planet below him, and the output of his scanners, trying to find the best spot for his landing beforehand, instead of making a last minute decision.

[member="Tirdarius"] [member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Lyra Naerys"]

 

[Krayn]

The plan was in Malleus’ mind, brilliant. Ignus had again proven his worth to the Order and the Sith by concocting a plan that could not only acquire them the precious Iron of Mandalorian Culture but hopefully spark further concern between the fragile relations of the warriors of Mandalore and the nearby Silver Jedi expansionists. All it required was a little push and the Sith could throw the two factions into a further open war that could see the end of the Mandalorian’s or indeed the Silver Jedi for a long time.

Not content with missing another of the Order’s raids Malleus departed his secondary duties on Kamino for the Remnant and had moved with haste to his true purpose. Clad as the others were in Wraith Vapour Armour and baring not his Saber of late, but that of his prior self, that of the Jedi whose name he now used in order to allow the part to be further amplified though out the operation.
It was a part of him that he had kept subdued and hidden away, the Jedi Knight Belis Toobin, who had once been a hero among men, who had been weak and pathetic in the face of the Dark Side. Malleus bore the name once more, but that would be all. Any traces of the young Jedi were long departed.

He was not lacking in piloting ability, Malleus pulled the StealthX through the open space around them, hearing Ignus’ command through the force. He had already determined that he would try and land near enough to the mine to allow the quickest pathway in. The Ore extraction was a different matter all together and the plan was to hopefully find some form of carrier to get off the planet with rather then the StealthX, which was of course all part of the deception. He had assured that the Navi-Computer would show multiple jumps out of Silver territory should the Mando’s find it and get curious.

No matter how the day proceeded and the ore was a bust at least they would get to sow chaos and despair. Which as a Sith was all one could honestly ask for was it not?

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Eshtaol"] | [member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

If one thought Mandalore was a nice place to come at this time of the year without an invitation, then they were lethally wrong.

Even before this whole crisis had happened, the system of Mandalore was the, if not, one of the most well secured and defended locations within the whole Galaxy. Attempting to sneak in through the system was like suicide and the chances of escape were very, very slim. One would count their blessings and be thankful for the life that they were living at the moment.

Or at least that's what Mand'alor Vilaz Munin thought for all those fortunate enough to escape from Mandalorian space.

"Sir, many of our ships just spotted an unknown vessel entering the system. They seem to be heading for Concordia," a Munin clansmen notified Vilaz.

Knowing what to do, the Mand'alor looked at the warrior that notified him of these trespassers and gave him his orders. "Notify the garrison on Concordia and have them search every sector of the moon. I'll be heading down there as well." A squad of Munin warriors would follow their leader to the hangars of the ship they were stationed where they would aboard a dropship and have it take them to Concordia's surface.

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ignus"] @Tirdarius @Eshtaol [member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Darth Malleus"]

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

Elyn glanced up towards the skies of Concordia. It would be time soon, she knew. The moon of Mandalore was about to become a busy place. How intense, how successful they would be she did not know. She just knew they were coming. Unlike her fellow Force sensitives of the dark persuasion up in the skies, descending towards the planet, she was not a part of an attack group. She was part of the resistance.

Elyn had not had much time to consider what that could mean. The past few days had been focused mostly on getting herself onto the moon and blending in. Her appearance was generally one to stand out in a crowd, with her fierce blue hair. The fact that she was a tall one didn't help in this regard either. Of course, none of those features were on display at the moment. Elyn was just another armoured mercenary. The light armour covered all of her body, and the helmet kept her face hidden. She would seek to keep it that way. The girl was equipped with an assault rifle. Her axe was left behind. It was too easy to recognise. She had not been instructed to do so, but she imagined it was expected. If she was foolish enough to do things like that to jeopardise her position, well, may she never leave that moon. Her lightsaber, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. Of course she had brought it along to play.

Practically her entire body shook with anticipation. That's how she knew. She had seen nothing yet, heard nothing. Yet all of her senses seemed to inexplicably scream danger. Perhaps it was because she had been waiting for it that she so quickly connected the dots. Even so she alerted no one. That was not why she was there. Her master had not instructed her to disrupt the Sith's. Her goals were much more straightforward and personal. Heh. Was it master already? She gave a chuckle that sounded mechanic and distorted through her helmet. It was a concept she had deliberately distanced herself from long ago. That the idea of it had slipped into her mind without her notice amused her. No, not master. Spiritual guide, perhaps. Little did it matter. It was only words. Casting her musing aside, Elyn made her way forwards following her gut feeling, while making an effort to mask her presence in the Force.

[member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Eshtaol"] [member="Tirdarius"] [member="Darth Malleus"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Darth Ignus"]​

 

[Progflaw99]

Space Surrounding Concordia, Mandalore System​

Status // Stowed​

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Lyra shifted uncomfortably, eyes narrowing at the displays in front of her. Flashing lights, strange blinking and shimmering panels were arrayed in frong of the girl, she had no idea what any of it meant. Of course she was fluent in a few languages - most people were, and while she understood many of the words splayed across the screens she hadn't a clue what any of the terminology was. Despite this, her eyes were drawn upwards towards the sliver of open space afforded her by the canopy of the craft. She adjusted the small earpiece that was her comm, scratching at an itch just above her left ear. As the craft dropped out of hyperspace Lyra felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach. She'd only ever been off planet in a freighter - once. Travelling in the nimble vessel had thrown her stomach for a loop the first time, the second was better but still she felt unease. Other blips appeared on one of the radial displays, a subtle audible beep as each one came within sensor range. The others.

Lyra had been told they were meeting up with several of her master's associates, presumably that's who had joined them. She wasn't confident - little time had passed since she first met the man piloting the vessel but she was bound to him in servitude, at least in servitude to the Sith. In a way she felt honored, in another entirely she was deathly afraid of the implications. As a native of Telos IV, she'd not seen much of the galaxy, always hearing about it through fragmented conversation. Now she'd traveled in less than a week farther than she'd traveled in her lifetime and it all started with Oricon. Images of fire and molten rock filled her mind's eye, the vision of a man being absorbed by the lake of magma forever burned in her memory.

A sharp trill brought her back to the present. As they'd dropped out of hyperspace an automated scan of the planetary body had begun, the audible signal indicating that their destination had been confirmed. This was Concordia. Her customary tattered and mismatched clothing had been replaced during her time on Oricon, instead being provided dark linens to clothe herself with though now she wore something different. Brown, tan, even a hint of green adorned her tawny frame, a loosely tied sash bringing her vestments together. Jedi - that's what they were supposed to be concealed as, from what she understood she was likely the most easily concealed but the man whom she'd met on that molten rock was certainly not as easily hidden, at least until he'd cast a glamour over the pair. Lyra hardly noticed a difference but then again, she wasn't supposed to, it was those who happened to see her that were to be fooled.

As Lord Tirdarius verbally announced their arrival to their destination Lyra felt a chill crawl up her spine. This was it. Her first true expedition since she'd arrived on Oricon, she was mostly excited to get away from the volcanic world she now claimed as home. Posed a question, Lyra wrinkled her face, wishing she could get a glance of the planet but no matter which way she attempted to squirm she couldn't turn enough to spot it. A resigned sigh, she narrowed her eyes at the readouts in front of her.

"I am as prepared as I can be, given the circumstances."​

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She felt woefully out of her comfort zone but if the last week had taught her anything, it was that being out of her comfort zone is how she knew she was truly alive and was what the Sith thrived off of. To become comfortable, complacent - that was death. Her aqua eyes scanned the readouts once more, trying to glean any and all information that would help her survive the coming day.

[member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Eshtaol"]​

 

[Middenface McNulty]

Midden poked his head out of his cargo hold on the Sultry Ewok he yelled for the pilot. " Me picking up communication from me fellow Mandalorian. them say we got trouble on Concordia. you take me there me got pent up repression that me got to un agress... let me do that again.. " Midden yelled.

" Shut up Midden. i picked that up. im taking us there. " Gna yelled down the hallway.

 

[Barwein Slovjen]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

The mandalorian was suited up, he was dropped off by his friend, myles during the crisis to help his people in any way possible. After the amount of losses ,he joined up with the manda'lors forces to pitch in for awhile. He had a record of a few minor bounties becoming successful, one that he recently was able to complete with myles . While he had not fought in many battles or larger skirmishes , he would be sent along with the manda'lor , serving as a typical ground fighter with his vod. The young warrior was obviously muscular, and massive, he was fit for combat, but was he mentally prepared for the heavy duty attack ahead? His posture was nervous, he was obviously young, his T-visor looked ahead as men gathered around the manda'lor in the ship. Everyone else was loose , less nervous , and seemed attuned to this type of thing , the bounty hunter had fought before , but never fought alongside his own. Barwein needs to be at his A GAME , he wants to prove that he is apart of the mandode, that he deserves to be here. Lights loomed over the warriors , the mighty Viliz Munin ,his manda'lor, and sole ruler was about to speak. He was the one who demanded war with the silver jedi, a call which the mandalorian would answer ; mandalorians should always seek challenge .But, at a time like this ,Barwein was confused , families, his own vod, and entire mandode was in disarray , shouldn't the mand'alor be looking after the very people he vowed to rule ? Shouldn't his efforts be to rebuild manda'lor, and work on building the war machine of warriors? Shouldn't he also be training the next generation? His generation?!?! One of the most important thing a mandalorian prides , is his dedication to family, to the clans . Both were tenants , to seek glory and battle, but to also protect family at all costs . Families need help, need aid to get back on the ground , to rebuild the home called mandalore. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the briefing manda'lor would give.

 

[Kiyron]

After the destruction wreaked on the surface of Mandalore by unexpected seismic activity, Kiyron had returned to his adoptive home. Granted, he'd only been there once or twice, but they were a kind of family, and he held true to that. He'd volunteered with the local garrison while he pulled strings for relief supplies. But now, something interesting was happening. Stealthed ships were entering the system on a trajectory set for Concordia.

The garrison had been alerted and had sent patrols out to cover the entire sector. They were all experienced Mandalorian warriors, well equipped and ready for anything. With the recent issues with the planetary surface and tensions with the Silver Jedi, they were prepared for anything. Kiyron was the newest addition to the garrison, so he held himself back, letting the others lead. To them, he was still a novice. Kiyron wasn't exactly keen on letting them know the truth of his identity either. Ex-Republic commando, Alliance SpecForce, SIS. He was quite skilled in these sorts of operations.

Kiyron's mind was racing as he calculated what might be happening. Intelligence reported the Silver Jedi did not want a war. The Mandalorians did, because it's who they were, but Kiyron didn't think the Silver Jedi were the right target, not with evidence of Sith operating in neutral space. They needed to be hunted out and defeated. But who would bring stealth ships to Concordia and why?

Beskar was the most likely reason. Kiyron pulled up the readouts of this sector, marking the nearest beskar mines that were still viable. He marked them on the squad's HUD.

"These are likely targets. Might want to circle around establish surveillance perimeters."

There was muffled discussion.

"Not bad, new blood. Go do that."

"Will do," Kiyron replied, breaking off from the squad and slipping into the forest. He had a repulsor-pack, but didn't use it yet. Woodlands were his home territory and amidst the trees, he was nothing more than a drifting shadow.

 

[Isar]

A crow flew into [member="Vilaz Munin"]'s dropship and alighted on a hand rail. Its feet wrapped around the bar and its wings flapped and fluttered 'til it grew oddly still. The only movement came from its head, twisting and twitching in the way only birds could. Two eyes black as tar fixed on the Mandalorian leader. Its head bobbed, up and down. Up and down.

It cawed raucously, then...

"They are coming."

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

| [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Eshtaol"] | [member="Darth Malleus"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"] |​

| [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Middenface McNulty"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] |​

Prepared? No, not nearly prepared enough. He knew he was taking a risk, bringing a young neophyte out here to this dangerous world, when there was a good chance she might not return to celebrate any victory they might have. She wasn't ready, but that was ever the way with their kind: nobody could expect to wait until they were ready, because there were no guarantees of that. Sometimes, in order to swim, you need someone to try and drown you. The Sith didn't believe in taking small steps, an easy pathway. You either sink or you swim. There's no in-between.

In truth, she had already proven herself surprisingly capable: her will to survive was strong, and she had already killed in her own defense, in dramatic, surprising fashion. The girl was an innocent who had lost that same quality: naive, vulnerable, but not a being who could simply be ignored by those around her. The Force touched her, as it had to, and if she allowed it to, it might yet manifest more properly, mould her into someone worthy of it. She had showed him that she was willing to do whatever was necessary to survive: now she had to prove herself capable of doing so in the midst of circumstances that stacked the deck against her.

Both of them wore Jedi robes over the armour they had obtained for this mission, and that alone might make her a target. He had chosen a lightsaber as his weapon: the one had had carried decades ago, as a young man, a green-bladed, silver-hilted item, the weapon he had held when taken by the Sith, the one taken from him by the woman who would become his Master. To find a use for it again was amusing, but the core of it was still saturated with Light Side energy: something to add to the facade. Lyra was not so armed: he had not had time or opportunity to introduce her to their weapon, so he had allowed her to choose her own armaments from the small armoury present in their home on Oricon.

"Remember that your fear can be a weapon, when you're down there," he remarked calmly, adjusting the controls to orient their heading to follow the others in: though, amusingly, he could only detect their locations through the Force, since there was no way to locate the ships via their sensors. "Do not be afraid to harness your feelings: act on them, if you wish. If others stand in your way, do what you need to do. It is your life, or theirs. I trust you know which one to value."

Perhaps she might follow him, use him as protection - a cold-blooded but suitable approach for any young Sith - or perhaps she might seek her own way, learn by doing, out from under his shadow, that she might return to him later and prove her worth. Either would be a reasonable choice, but he had no intention of guiding her in that. Among the Sith, it was best to allow an apprentice a decent amount of leeway: to prove themselves worthy or useless, as the case might be. A student needed to be pushed to find their limits, and then pushed beyond those. She would not achieve this if he sought to protect her at every turn.

The planet stood large in the viewscreen now, the Sith vessels progressing rapidly towards that vast sphere, soft green and browns coalescing now into visible physical features, something they would soon see even closer still. All we need is a suitable landing zone. As the world eclipsed all else, the ships became visible: darkness apparent over a more colourful background, no longer hidden by the stars. Tirdarius maintained formation with the others: once Ignus found a suitable site for their descent, the others would follow, spreading out but nonetheless keeping in close contact, that they might put their combined strength into play against any that might oppose them.

After all, Jedi are supposed to work together, he thought with a smile.

 

[Middenface McNulty]

The ship dropped from hyperspace close to the atmosphere and entered it.
the ship was a strange one with tiny rooms and hide cargo holds.
"Sultry Ewok to [member="Vilaz Munin"] message received. lets just sat i have a passenger you will love." the tiny imp pilot communicated to the surface .
" we are homing in to your last pinged location. " with that she oppened one of her cargo bey doors.
" ok bog guy you ready?." yhe yelled.

im the cargo hold the giant Abominar made a movement akin to a grin
"Me an redy to rock and rule. " the 10 meter tall meck grinned as he Spun his treds and lept fron the speeding ship.
landing smackdown atop a hord of troopers.
In an act that to this tat shocked Beauticians and haberdashers Midden gave droid cleaners a load of work and answerd a qoestion of could 100 stormtroopers lift 900tons moving at 300kph

" captain we have incoming..... our armor wont protect from that..."

| Darth Ignus | Darth Ferox | Darth Abyss | Eshtaol | Darth Malleus | Lyra Naerys |​

| Vilaz Munin | Evaelyn Zambrano | Middenface McNulty | Kiyron | Warok the Defiler |​

[member="Tirdarius"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Atmosphere was breached. With it came the knowledge that they would likely be tested. Another ship broke hyperspace and entered atmosphere not far away from them. Curious timing. Tirdarius was right, even though Leos couldn't read his thoughts. The Jedi tended to work together, and since they were supposed to be acting like Silver Jedi, they would have to work together in some coordinated capacity. Not necessarily directly, but in such a way that made it appear they were working as a cohesive unit. That was all he needed, and that was all any of them needed. The plan would work, as they knew the Mandalorians would come. Even if they failed to persuade them that they were Jedi, ultimately the job was to get the Beskar and get out. They could succeed in one or both.

Remember, we're supposed to be Jedi. They only kill when they have to, he grinned in his helmet as he sent his words to the others, so let's make it so we have to.

The mines were guarded. He flipped his bird over and turned control of the fighter over to his R9 unit. It would keep the fighter from getting blasted to pieces, or find somewhere safe to land it. Meanwhile, as he neared, still wearing the old Silver Jedi armor, he activated the cockpit and dropped down from the sky, igniting a blue lightsaber, the old saber of Connor Harrison, before he landed, weapon ready to deflect any shots that might come in his direction. His presence was masked at this point, hidden so that it would be difficult to detect him, and difficult to read whether he was light or dark. Like the others were hiding there allegiance, he would too.

"We do not wish to harm you, Mandalorians, despite your attack on our world," he said as he walked towards them. "We only want your Beskar."

With that he broke into a run, heading towards the foray that was about to commence.

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OOC Note: The Wraith Vapor Armor sub indicates that it was made for the Silver Jedi and at least one former Silver has used it (the original creator), so calling it Silver Jedi armor is legitimate, even if it is no longer used.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Another ship followed in closely with the others. Within it was a Jedi Knight and his Padawan, both wearing the same Wraith armour commonly associated with the Silver Jedi, or so they had been told. The two, one tall, dark-haired Epicanthix and the other a Zabrak, whose face was painted in various shades of red. Some his natural skin colour, some tattoos, and some wounds that had become scars. They were far from at the forefront of this operation, mostly obscure characters who stepped in to support the effort of this offensive. They had their orders.

"Can you believe they actually wear this? I mean, Jedi have no style." the tall, handsome Epicanthix exclaimed with an indignant wave of his arms. Cedric had gained a reputation for being both foppish and vain, none of which he was able bring out in this gear. Of course, this mission was not about showing off but blending in. "And the Sith do?" Kregan replied in an unamused grunt. "No." Cedric remarked with a sigh as he aligned the ship to maintain formation as they were setting down. If possible, the Sith were worse. In fact both orders had their own very similar way of dressing in the same, dull fashions. Thankfully for Cedric he was neither Sith nor Jedi.

"It's an armour, what do you expect?" Kregan questioned from the co-pilot seat. "If you focused as much on honing your abilities as you did..." The young Zabrak did not get much further before he was interrupted by his travel-companion. "That's my line. Don't forget, Kregan, I am your master" the wicked grin on Cedric's face could not have been wider. Kregan was not amused. That pompous snob would never let him live this down, even if it was all pretend.

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[Middenface McNulty]

Middenface rolled his way out of the crater he had just made.
" WHO WANTS SOME? " he yelled as he rotated his shoulder and began to roll in the direction of [member="Vilaz Munin"] or at least his last reported location.
" Me am just a little lost innocent no threat to no one Me am. Me am a poor innocent civilian east prey for any enemy who wasaround." he lied jokingly.
as he rolled casually over the battle field.
thankfully his opposing shear size made any attacks unlikely. atleadt with small arms fire.
" Me am looking for Boss man. you all going to point him out? " sh stupidly yelled.
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