Fighting for Rubble [New Order Invasion of Dromund Kaas]

[Darth Vulcanus]

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(OOC: Krag will be bringing 4k of the New Orders allowed 12k limit. Remember, ship limits count for allies as well so make sure that if you jump in as an ally with your own ship that it is within the limits set.)​

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Location: Aboard "The Malevolent Spirit" Xo'Xaan Heavy Cruiser in Hyperspace

Destination: Dromund Kaas

Objective: Repel enemy forces (Orbital)

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At last, the Sith would have their revenge. For far too long the warriors of the fallen Sith Empire had been forced to sit by the wayside as the Mandalorians and Jedi spread their filth across the vast expanses of the stars. It was time to burn that filth away, starting with the site of the original capital of the Sith Empire...Dromund Kaas. The planet had been devastated by the Mandalorians during the last war, even going as far as to crash asteroids into the planet to completely wipe out nearly all of the cities and military emplacements. Cleaver and effective, they took after the Dark Lord's own heart it seemed. His only complaint was that the planet was going to be a frozen hell instead of a boiling volcanic one like he enjoyed. Besides that, the Mandalorians had done him a service in many ways. They had wiped out the filth that inhabited the planet, helped wipe clean the corrupt Sith and bring about a new era of Sith dominance.


Standing at the helm of his flagship, Vulcanus stared out at the reaches of hyperspace that flashed before his eyes. The flurry of colors would have nauseated the Graug Warlord if his mind had been in the now and not focusing on the Darkside of the force. The Mandalorians had stained the planet in the darkside of the force when they extinguished all that life on Dromund Kaas. Now the planet radiated a darkside energy even stronger than its prior form, something that Vulcanus would use to the fullest extent during this battle.


In all honesty, Vulcanus was unsure what the Mandalorians were going to offer him this day. He had long wanted to test their mettle, to meet them in combat and assert the dominance of the Graug and Sith over them all. Clans were apart of Graug culture just as they were in Mandalorian culture, but the Graug worked to wipe a clan off the map completely upon victory. Vulcanus would do just that to the Mandalorians. The proud warriors would be crushed, their history destroyed and any clans that did not bow to Sith dominance would be exterminated.

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End Location: "The Malevolent Spirit", Hyperspace​

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Flagship:

Xo'Xaan Heavy Cruiser -"The Malevolent Spirit" - In hyperspace

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Xo'Xaan Heavy Cruisers

"The Molten Fist" - In Hyperspace

"The Titan's Wraith" - In Hyperspace

[1,900 meters total]


Elliah-Class Heavy Cruisers

"The Hellfire" - In Hyperspace

[1,000 meters total]


Ignis II-Class Frigates

"The Judgment of Defiance" - In Hyperspace

"The Korriban's Revenge" - In Hyperspace

"The Star Ripper" - In Hyperspace

[900 meters in total]


Ravelin-Class Corvette

"The False Prophet" - In hyperspace

[200 meters total]

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[Darth Ayra]

Location: The Malevolent Spirit, Hangar Bay.
Theme: Farewell, Mona Lisa!

Darth Ayra surveyed the scene below. Thousands of Stormtroopers were making their way throughout the hangar bay, going to their designated sections. Currently concealed within the confines of her Sith robe, Ayra's sulfuric, yellow eyes gleamed from underneath the cowl. Beneath, she wore an equally as dark combat vest, trousers and boots, which would then conceal the Durasteel plates, which would provide protection against Lightsaber cuts, blaster bolts and slugs. Not entirely mind- all defenses could be breached- but they would go their job, in the heat of combat.

Beside her was a black duffel bag, with a shoulder strap hanging over the sides, alongside a grenade launcher that she would be using on conjunction with the bags contents, which contained various types of grenades ranging from fragmentation to dye. There was also the WESTAR M5 blaster rifle that was currently propped up beside the launcher; which were rested up against the railing of the balcony that she was stood upon. Several packs of ammunition for the the rifle were on her person, clipped to her utility belt.

Ahead, the Niathal was waiting for her Mistress to fly her into battle. Darth Ayra lifted her wrist to her eyes to check the time on her chrono. They had not yet arrived in the Dromund Kaas system. Strategically speaking, taking back Kaas didn't suit into the New Orders advance, per say. Of course, taking the Dromund Kaas system would create a beachhead into other worlds in the Esstran Sector, from which Darth Vulcanus and his legions could then instigate a full invasion of the Sith Worlds. The Stygian Caldera would then fall back into Sith control; and thus, the Sith truly would of announced their return to the galaxy. First, taking the jewel of the Galactic Republic; next, ascertaining revenge against the United Mandalorian Clans through the reclamation of the space they had lost in the first war.

Lowering her wrist back into her sleeve, she thought lowered her eye lids and meditated on the Dark side. Long ago, Darth Ayra had surrendered herself to it and became it's property. Subsequently, it had guided her in her actions ever since. They were in communion, so long as Ayra did what the Dark side wanted; and it told her it wanted this. Wear down the enemy with her Sith Soldier training; destroy what was left with the power of the Dark side.

"Dromund Kaas, shall fall," she said, softly.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles stood in the ruins of the Sith Palace as he sighs stretching and arching his back when his comlink went off. He was on Dromund Kaas with his fellow clan mates looking around for anything they could use to supply Clan Akaata with cash. He took the comlink and pressed it against his ear as he listened to the indication that enemy fleet detected by early warning systems heading in bound estimated destination DROMUND KAAS aw feth it they were here now and they had time Clan Akaata would begin setting up the defenses of the Sith Palace. With that knowledge in mind Aedan turned to his clan mates [member="Marrik Aloxum"] and @Chupa La’Roi grinning broadly. “Ok guys looks like we are gonna have action in bound soon. We will take the initative and set up defenses here at the Sith Palace. Marrik you are in charge of protecting artie positions. Chupa I want you to see about setting up a first defensive line and then once that is finished start on the second. I will take care of the third and final fall back point. I am hoping we can get our hands on some e-webs the more the better.” Walking back towards their transport Aedan walks into it and starts to pull on his Aliit'gam it had recently replaced the armor he was accustomed to wearing but he had personalized this and it had the familiar sigil of the Dragon Reapers on the chest plate.. Looking at the practically small armory of weapons Aedan had acquired sense starting Clan Akaata he reached out taking down a series of weapons and setting them down on his bunk as well as ammunition. The weapons were as follows 1x Mun’Beviin Material Rifle with 2 extra power packs and 5 clips of the .52 rounds, 1x L3 variant Mandalorian M25 river gun with 2 extra power packs, 2x Mandalorian Ripper pistols with 10 clips of slugs and 2 things of Tibanna gas, 1x Mythosaur grenade launcher with 10 force breaker grenades 10 explosive grenades 10 smoke grenades, and 2x lightsabers one guard shoto and one standard lightsaber. After setting his gear out Aedan looked it over and then walked outside just as an Oya’karir pulled up and the driver looked at Aedan. “Rally Master I was told that you were here I brought a list of assets and we were hoping you would assist us with suggestions on placements.” With a nod Aedan jogged back into the ship and was joined by two of his clan mates who assisted him in taking out his personal gear to the vehicle putting in it as he gestured the driver forward. “Alright soldier lets go to the Sith palace I will make that headquarters for now.” He looked over the list of supplies they had available at the moment and then started to arrange them on the map of the city pointing out positions for the Kebii’tra Aranar Automated gun platforms all in all he had 48 of the platforms set up in various sections of the ruined city to hopefully keep the air forces at bay until they got farther support. He then pulled up another list of Dar’aranov Prefab Bases and noted their arrangement giving a nod of satisfaction as he realized that they had a HAS-Military shield he ordered for it to be set up around the palace. Marking places throughout the city he sent a message to demolition teams to begin the process of destroying buildings to cut off streets and make a series of paths for the enemy to use. If they attempted to dig through the debris his forces would have enough of a warning to prepare secondary positions and defend them. After setting those up he sent a message to @Chupa La’Roi indicating that the forces at their disposal included 28x Tracyaat Walkers for him to use and 30x Oya’karir Ground Vehicles. Looking over other forces he sent a second message to [member="Marrik Aloxum"] indicating that they had 10x Trat’aab Walkers that he should place and have guarded preferably by 2x Tracyaat Walkers each that he had left aside for him to use.

Once they arrived at the Sith palace Aedan and the two clan mates climbed out and started towards a room that was being converted into a CAC (Command and Control center) for the duration of this engagement. As such there were power cables leading from power sources to a holotable that showed the surrounding area in a smaller holographic image. Aedan watched as the terrain started to change as the demolition teams got to work creating paths and traps along the way. He watched as a series of men started to lay minds on the outskirts of the city laying mines along almost every route leaving open 2 of the major roads that lead towards the center of the city. He watched as well as the HAS shield generator was set up around the citadel it would be useful. For now he paid attention to the air forces they had it wasn’t a lot but the AA platforms would even that out. Looking everything over Aedan pulled the Mun’Beviin close and prepared for a fight first putting a clip of the .52 slugs in and moving to set it up in a nearby window that overlooked the surrounding area. The CAC was in a mid-portion of the Sith Palace overlooking the road and the surrounding area. From here he would have a very good sniper perch for when they got closer and even into the hallways nearby he would make use of the River gun fighting until they were closer still. Then he would make use of his final series of weapons. Handing the Force breaker grenades to a man he gestured towards the stair ways and entry ways muttering. “Go and set traps at the entrances I want to make sure the Sith are without their greatest weapon. Hopefully some of them will fall for it.” He watched out the window as he clenched his fist glaring down at it as he muttering half to himself. “Soon I will have my revenge.” Of course he spoke of the prosthetic he had after he got his arm cut off by a Sith.

 

[Nyxie]

The United Clans of Mandalore
Approaching Dromuund Kaas
Preparing for Operation

War.
War never changes. It is the oldest practice of man. Since the earliest recordings of history, greater powers had used their strength and superiority to subdue their own kind, then other species, then other great powers. Bloody conflicts ensued. Empires rose and fell. Trillions of sentients were lost to history to nothing and the ancients had all but faded to obscurity; but war, war never changes.

Cold, dark, bleak, desolate, deserted; these were the words which described the planet from the surface. Lady Ashelotte held no significant rank in the Clans themselves. She wasn't even a member of one, but a mere vod of a different bloodline. As they said, however, it mattered not who one's father was but what father one will become. When early warning detection systems in proximity to the system went off and initial reports assumed who its approaching target would be, the vixen couldn't think of a any place she'd rather be. After the skirmish of Aeten II under the blatantly obvious assault of a Sith organization and the battle that ensued before a Stygium vault, Ashe had a particular disdain for her unbeknownst foe. This hatred only grew once her fiance confessed to her adulteration, her mind slowly prying more and more telemetry from [member="Enigma"]'s keepsakes with poor reception. There was not a one thing that burned Ashelotte's blood more; she was out for revenge and would finally finish the job she began in that Mandalorian storage facility such a short time ago. This was now inevitable. If there was even one slim chance to find the one known as [member="Alicia Drey"], it was worth the risk of a thousand failed attempts.
Finally arriving, the Diva of Mandalore flying off safely into far orbit, Ashelotte scooped the fine sediment and dust of the ground below in the palm of her crushgaunt hand. It slowly clenched tight, forcing it through the cracks of her fingers to fall back down and be blown away effortlessly with the winds that now ravaged the surface of the planet from time to time. The skies were grey and dull; they were littered with the heavy particle debris of the warring and bombardments of conflicts past. The air tasted metallic and the scene was endlessly grim in any direction the eyes could see. The foxtress scowled, knowing that the fight would begin soon enough. Even half an hour felt like an eternity and but a minute in the confines of her emotionally berated mind. A huffed sigh finally escaped through her nose. Returning to the fighter after a prolonged moment of silence and thought, she returned to the only fighter they'd left down with her - the Solace - to gather the few belongings she would need for this conflict.
An indigo duster. An alchemic wakizashi. Shin-plate high heels. Terentatek cuffs, wrist slugthrowers and flame projectors attached. The Nameless Blade. All check.
"R9 - Remember, you see anything bad on its way, you know what to do. I'll find you with my locator. My beacon will be up if I need you."
The tiny droid whizzed and beeped calmly in affirmation.
The road ahead was long and difficult, but favored was that traveled by few. For now, meditation.

 

[Djonas Vile]

Location: Command Deck, The Molten Fist - Hyperspace
Objective: Scare the Metalheads back to where they belong.

It had been far too long since Djonas had seen Dromund Kaas and many things had changed. Thanks to the "surprising" barbarism shown by the Mandalorians, Dromund Kaas was a frozen wasteland. Whatever their reasons for decimating such an important asset was beyond the young knight. Whatever they were, he didn't care. Djonas kept a clear head as he and his temporary allies whipped through Hyperspace towards the former capital of the Sith, the home of darkness, where true power once resided, Dromund Kass.

"Tyrin should have ended them when he had the chance. His pacifism has led to this." Djonas commented regarding the previous Sith Emperor's failure back when Djonas was a pawn of the Sith Empire. Since then, his strength and grown incredibly. His very brief time as an Imperial Knight has taught him to not only be skilled as a lightsaber combatant or a force user, but a soldier as well. At his hips, Djonas kept 2 CZ-835 Machine Pistols with the firearm loops while his dual bladed lightsaber rested on a hook of his utility belt. To supply the pistols, Djonas had brought with him a few venom and bang ammo packs that would make semi-quick work of the greatly praised mandalorian armor. On his arm was a standard issue CZ-832 Templar Shield given to him upon joining the Templar Order. With this, blaster bolts and slugs would be deflected with ease. Beneath his black cloak, Djonas wore a suit of Templar Armor. Luckily, Djonas had the armor recolored black in order to not reveal his allegiance to the templar order. Before joining the invasion, Djonas managed to commandeer a few Seeds of Rage in order to corrupt the enemy forces and turn them against their allies by filling them with the dark side whether they liked it or not.

Reaching into the Force to create a link between all of the Force Users within hyperspace headed for Dromund Kaas in order to speak with all simultaneously. "So, what's the plan here, Vulcanus? We could be facing some hefty forces today." he stated. Dromund Kaas was a trophy worth protecting so it was more than obvious that the Mandalorians were doing exactly that. Hopefully, Djonas' former master had something in mind.

Djonas Vile was back in black.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"] | [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Djonas Vile"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

The Zabrak stood clad in his usual armor, simply shaking his head at the sight. Kaas, the ruined capital planet of the Sith, was apparent. Cloudy, cold. It was all visible, even from the camera. He spoke not a word, for it was not his place. So for now Darth Ferus would simply stand beside his master, waiting and watching. What else could the crap of a pilot do on a ship?

 

[Trioc 'Quickshot']

Trioc stood aboard "The Molten Fist" watching as hyperspace went by, it was a very nice sight, very pretty and very precious. To think, each one of those stars out there had something to conquer, and someone to enslave, it just made Trioc's heart beat with joy. Mandalorians. Yes...Mandalorians might be a slight problem, not for the masters and knights but maybe for himself. He'd fought the Liberty Concord and they were reasonably similar to Mandalorians weren't they? We have a weapon now for them. Trioc smirked, taking the small slugthrower out, it launched small discs. These would be very useful, he had been waiting for a chance to try out how effective they would be and now was the chance. Yes...The Mandalorian conflict would be terrible...for the Mandalorians.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Ruins of Kaas City
Objective: Relax before the Invasion
Allies: Mandalorians

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...brought to Dromund Kaas due to routine patrol, as well as to escape everything for piece and quiet, Garrus had chosen a ledge to sit back and relax on in the burnt out husk and a ruined building deep inside of Kaas City. Well what was left of Kaas City anyways. All around the old Sith Palace were the burnt out ruins of the once glorious city; it stretched for miles in every direction which had ensured Garrus the quiet time he desired. There came a point when the Warrior didn't want to talk to anyone else after all; he just wanted to get away, take a seat and enjoy a few moments where he could breath easy and curse his brother for bringing him back into all of this. Dromund Kaas was a cold world, dusty and lonely since the last war, which had been the perfect reason to take a stiff drink before he set out for his patrol. Alcohol had warming properties after all. Of course quiet time was about to end...

...he frequently monitored comms chatter on the usual Mandalorian frequencies so he'd become aware that a fleet of enemy vessels were inbound from hyperspace when the early warning systems had detected him. Lucky he was monitoring those systems too. It gave Garrus the time he needed to stand up, wander over to an empty corner and empty his bladder before anything serious happened; you just didn't want to get caught with that sort of itch during an actual battle. Then it was back to sitting on his ledge in the burnt out rubble, waiting. He wore his Mandalorian Armor, the heaviest available, with a personal Energy Shield, deactivated at the moment, noticeable over his left hip. The Warrior carried his Beskad sheathed over his back, its hilt extending up over his right shoulder, and a Vornskr Scattergun over his right leg in a long hip holster designed for that type of weapon. If that was everything it'd be formidable enough but there was more. Beside him, on the ledge, rest a Mythosaur Grenade Launcher that was loaded for maximum damage and stopping power; anyone on the other end of its barrel would quickly find out what kind of loadout he'd equipped today and he still had one or two other grenades on his belt too...

...the helmed Mandalorian didn't get up or make like any of this was a big deal though. If anyone came looking he was well prepared. While he sat there waiting for something to happen he'd begin to hum a little tune which would, infrequently, come in across the comms of the other Mandalorians. It gave him something to do. Help mine the roads leading through the city or install other defenses? Not Garrus style. He'd enjoy the solace of the moment, waiting, and wondering what the day would bring as it wore on. Now he was starting to wish he hadn't of skipped breakfast...​

 

[Maleus]

Maleus stood looking listlessly into space. The view port ahead allowed him to see the violet constellations in all it's beauty. A shame it was marred by the encroaching legions of ships. Behind him stood men clad in imperial armor, the only noise they made were their breaths which were exaggerated by the filters that ran along their mouth-guards. There would no motivating speech informing everyone what they were fighting for. They knew what they were fighting for.
There would be no failure.

Still, as he looked on at the blue crescent known as Dromund Kaas he couldn't help but feel angry. Men in Madalorian armor stood in what should have been theirs. He would make sure to take down any and all he could.

He clutched his saber hard, this might be the last time he felt it's hilt. The last time he saw his men. The last time he saw his master.
His artificial heart beat like thunder, the rhythmic chime of blood pulsing through his veins was enough of a reminder to let him know he still breathed, for now.
[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: The Malevolent Spirit, Hangar Bay.

| [member="Ashe the Reaper"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Vulcanus"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Christian Slade"] |

Lifting her hands to the cowl of her Sith robe, Darth Ayra lowering the hood and resting it gently on her back. She lowered herself to the duffel bag and placed the strap around shoulder, before picking up the grenade launcher and WESTAR M5 blaster rifle in both hands. Moving along the balcony, she began her descent along the flight of stairs towards the Niathal. Lowering the ramp to her ship, she waited for her entourage to arrive in the form of Darth Ferus, Lord Pathollex and maybe Christian Slade, if he had answered her plea for help.

Once they were all on board, they would head to the planet surface, where unknowingly to Ayra, Lady Ashelotte laid in waiting, for revenge due to her recent escapades on Coruscant, involving a certain [member="Enigma"] and the aforementioned Kingpin of the Undercity.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Side: Mandalorians
Obj.: Do nothing for now.

Alexandra was in the one place on this forsaken world that made her feel at home. Her and a expedition had been exploring the largest temple on the planet officially to record what she could about it, unofficially though Alexandra had been looking for Artifacts and other such items that promised her a bit of influence or power over others. It was a curious thing, something that she grew to wonder about and grew more and more curious about as she explored each of the tombs in the temple. Each one contained different knowledge and a different Sith lord than the last and each one promised an insight into the past of the world they stood upon and from there perhaps the future.

Alexandra though, now sat at the front of the temple with a glass of tea, staring up at the sky and shifting from an odd feeling. Something wasn't right, she just couldn't figure out what that something was that she was feeling. Bad part though is she knew it was trouble when she felt this way.

 

[Not Ordo]

LOCATION: BOWELS OF KAAS BENEATH A LAKE OUTSIDE OF THE CITY
OBJECTIVE: KILL EVERYTHING LIVING
ALLIES: SELF (BEWARE [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"])
ENEMIES: EVERYTHING LIVING ([member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Djonas Vile"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Trioc 'Quickshot'"] [member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Maleus"]


Deep beneath the frigid waters the beast stired. Eyes that had remained closed for months slowly cracked open as a terrible hunher grew in it's belly. Thoughts came to the creatures mind that were alien in a way that made many think him just a mindless beast. However, that was not the case. He had thoughts and he knew whay he was. He was more than just self aware or semi-sentient. He was the shinning one.

His massive tail flicked and the cage he was in tore like wet flimsi. The beast then did what all beast do when they wake up. He started feeling hungry.

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Location- The False Prophet , Hangar Bay
Allies- [member=Darth Vulcanus] [member=Darth Ferus] [member=Darth Pathollex]
Enemies- THOSE GOD DANG MANDALORIANS!

Alarms blared in the hangar of the Corvette, as voices over the intercom yelled for gunners to man their turrets and for pilots to get on board their ships. Eclipsion swung up on her ship, as she crawled down a hatch into the cockpit of a fighter. It slowly lifted off the ground in unison with the rest of the ships, including bombers, transports and others. She stared out the window of her cockpit, waiting for all hell to break loose.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Location: Aboard "The Malevolent Spirit" Xo'Xaan Heavy Cruiser in Hyperspace
Theme: What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
Destination: Dromund Kaas

There stood Pathollex at the side of his Emperor, hands crossed behind his back as he stared out into the warp of hyperspace with only one thought in mind: kill the Republic and Mandalorian dogs to glorify the name of the Empire. Dromund Kaas was to be theirs, a rite of passage for the true Sith. A storm was brewing, and the darkness and fury that was to come would soon be made evident in the next moments of time. The Jedi Hunter had little care for what the outcome might be, so long as the blood of Jedi was spilled and a fear was understood that they, nor any of the galaxy would truly be safe. Pathollex's face began to contort into a death stare, the crimson rage of his cybernetic eyes piercing through the vortex of hyperspace as he thought to himself of the benefits of reaping the lives of such heretics for his Empire.

Noble in his cause, strong in his hatred. Pathollex turned away, walking towards the hangar bay, he spoke monotonously through the public comm throughout the vessel. "Glory to the Empire, may the Republic and any serving their cause be thwarted by Imperial might, leave none to witness mercy or the light of the next day. Any deserters will be met with my lightsaber."

With that, the Lord arrived at the hangar, eyeing one Darth Ayra as she prepared for the approaching hour of war. Her form was graceful, beautiful yet deadly. Any man to inquire a personal relationship with such a fine example of Sith deception was a fool and would only taste the regret and poison of such an elusive creature. Pathollex himself prepared, activating the cybernetics that extended his physical capacity x2 and enlarging his already muscular stature with steroid-induced enhancements. The armor of his suit would expand, his neck becoming thick and vein-ridden with barbarian-like vigor as the gauntlets on his hands extended at the fingertips, elongated metallic claws protruding outward to rend the flesh of those who dare oppose the birthright of the Sith. His greaves also extended at the toe, sharpened curved blades at the ready to assault and humiliate even the finest warriors of the Mandalorians or Jedi.

Today would be either a victory for the Empire to expand, or a loss with much bloodshed. Either way, the predator of the Sith would enjoy ripping through the lies and "peace" of the Republic. No one would stop him, lest they desire to be dragged into hellish maw in his final moments if he were to fall.


| Ashe the Reaper | Darth Ferus | Darth Vulcanus | Christian Slade | [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Ordo]

LOCATION: MANDO KAAS CITY, MANDALORIAN FORWARD COMMAND BASE.
OBJECTIVE: CALM BEFORE THE STORM/ OPERATION GET OFF MY LAWN.
ALLIES: ALL MANDOS [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Garrus Garon"]
ENEMIES: EVERY DAMN BODY ELSE. [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Djonas Vile"] [member="Trioc 'Quickshot'"] [member="Maleus"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"]

The sound of beskar on beskar was a beautiful thing. The sound cried of strength, cold defiance and home. Ordo spit on a beskar stone and ran it along the edge of his beskad, 'Shhhhick Shiiiick' this was his ritual when the battle was near. He set the stone down took a sip from his flask and passed it to the left to a fellow Ori'ramikade.

"Taung sa rang broka Mando'ade ka'rta.
Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu,
Manda'yaim kandosii adu.
Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn.
Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu,
Manda'yaim kandosii adu.
Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a." Ordo recited the song as he stood and sheathed his beskad. His lightsaber was on his belt his fett kal was on his chest in a inverted combat sheath, a Mandalorian Ripper mk II on his right hip, and his C-M Fragstorm was slung over his shoulder. The base was armed with E-web blaster cannons and as many MT-40 automatic grenade launchers he could find. Today they would fight whoever was coming and they would remind them why Mandalorians had taken Mando Kaas for their own.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

Location: Wastelands of Dromund Kaas
Objective: Disappearing among the nearby caves of the Mandalorian Pre-fab base.
Allies: Mandalorians and Witches
Enemies: All Sith


Out in the horizon the sun took on a blood red sheen, the waves of heat giving off the illusion that it still pulsated with life.

Yet there was no life to be found.

There was no life here, not a trace of it left. The Sith were gone and what remained of the former jungle planet seeped through the crevices of her fingers like icy dust that swirled upon the red, dry, cracked dirt at her feet.

It was a chilly wasteland.

The wind wailed across the barren landscape of Dromund Kaas, tossing a small cloud of sand and grit blown in by the gust. A lone figure stood upon its dusty surface dressed in a long black Terentatek duster coat; a long strip of fabric from the head scarf wound loosely over her nose and mouth to keep the dust at bay, her hands and wrists wrapped in dark Leviathan bracers. Time here all but meant nothing, just shadows that went drifting across the barren rock.

The woman observed it all with what appeared to be a stoic eye, her narrowed vision following the trail of dust devils carving a path through the post apocalyptic terrain, across the skeletal trees that remain, the only testimony left besides the dust, ash, and flurry of ice crystals that fell like rain.

It was as strange as it was familiar, ghostly shadows and figments of distorted memories blending one and two together. Yet she didn't have the luxury to make sense of it, not today as an shiver of forbearing ran down her spine.

She gave a shake of her head and the hood of the headscarf soon went flicking over the fiery tresses of her hair. It was best she carried on and kept on moving, heading towards the caverns near the Mandalorian Pre-fab base. Even in her current predicament, she knew that staying too long in one place would flag her for danger.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Prefab base.
Objective: Going to study some Relics, because boredom.
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Nothing at the moment.

Alexandra drank down the rest of her tea as she walked towards the building containing the relics and artifacts that she so loved to study and analyze, her mind in a scientific mode as the only thing she wore where her white robes with her sabers hanging in the back and a pistol at the side of her waist. She nodded to the guard as she entered the building and made her way through the halls to the lab that had been set up, containing relics, artifacts, native fauna, and even some flora she had wanted to study. It was a large lab, sections kept separate so not to contaminate the fauna or flora.

Today though she headed for the artifacts and slowly took precautions. Placing her sabers and blaster off to the side she donned a pair of gloves so not to damage the artifacts with any oils on her hands, slowly she went to the one she had worked on last and powered up the camera feed and the voice recorder as she went about studying the ancient Sith writings and other markings on the object. It was a simple artifact, holding maybe no power, but that was fine as it was still a part of history and deserved its place just as any weapon or Holocron would.

 

[Christian Slade]

Location: The Malevolent Spirit - Hangar

It had took a bit of deliberation on his part to decide whether or not he'd be joining the pretty young face he'd come across weeks before at his Casino, The White Diamond. In the end, though, he'd come the the conclusion that [member="Alicia Drey"] planning big things, and she was already part of even bigger things, or else he wouldn't have found himself preparing for war.

Calm, sure steps echoed across the metal floor of the hangar, an almost soothing aura about Christian's form as he walked across the hanger towards a ship he'd been requested to be a passenger on. As he walked, the durasteel scales clacked together that lined the duster he wore that ran all the way down to the ankles. It must have weighed a thousand points with so much of the dense metal attacked to it, but it wasn't much of an adjustment for him. He liked to be protected, but only when he wasn't moving much, and Alchemy required the caster to be stationary most of the time. The upside was, when he did decide to remove that duster, not a single soul on the battlefield would be able to match his speed.

As he neared the ship he found the same, ravishing young woman who'd been in his Casino and who'd helped him slaughter masses of lowlifes who'd tried to press in on his territory. The only difference this time was that she was already ready to go to battle and she had dressed the part too. Stopping in front of the woman, next to her ship, Christian leaned to his right, letting his right shoulder fall into the ship with a "clink" from his armor as he kicked up his right, black, knee high boot and crossed it over the other. He then crossed his arms across his chest and smiled at the woman, just knowing she was expecting something smart or playful from him.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes...", he explained as he looked her from top to bottom and up again.

[member="Alicia Drey"] - [member="Darth Ferus"] - [member="Darth Vulcanus"] - [member="Ashe the Reaper"] - [member="Lord Pathollex"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Vulcanus"] | [member="Ashe the Reaper"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Christian Slade"] |

Location: The Malevolent Spirit, Hangar Bay.
Allies: Darth Ferus, Darth Vulcanus, Lord Pathollex, Christian Slade.
Enemies: Ashe the Reaper, Mandalorian contingents.

Darth Ayra had been stood at the foot of the Niathal, an MC15 Niathal-class Shuttle she had picked up during her time at Sabarene from [member="Jorus Merrill"], in a brief exchange. With the ramp lowered, she turned her gaze to the Jedi Hunter, Lord Pathollex and inclined her head to him. He would be important for the upcoming battle. Soon, Darth Ferus would be joining them, if he was smart. Powerful as he was, he would need Ayra, Vulcanus and Pathollex if this battle was to be won.

Then a familiar presence entered the hangar bay, one she had only met weeks before; and had an excellent time with. Of course, both of them looked different. Going to war with Mandalorians was an entirely different ball park to the gang bangers they had slaughtered on Coruscant. She couldn't help but crack a smile when he walked by her and took the trade mark stance she had grown used to in the short time they had known each other.

Lifting her hand forward, she parted the chains and lifted one slightly, before allowing it to drop. "Touché," Ayra replied, leaning up to kiss Christian on the cheek. When she was back on her feet, the smile disappeared and was replaced with the cold, somber gaze that betrayed the intense, cold rage she felt on the eve of battle. This wasn't Alicia Drey, the cute blonde he had first met. Now, this was Darth Ayra, the monster behind the facade, the Sith Lord that had brought Coruscant Undercity to it's knees. Averting her gaze from Christian to Pathollex, she said. "This is friend and will be fighting with us. Shall we get started then, gentlemen? We'll give Ferus some more time to turn up. If not, he can get his transport, for all I care." Wrapping her hand around the strap protruding from the duffel bag, she carried it up into the Niathal, along with her grenade launcher and WESTAR M5 blaster rifle.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Pathollex sneered, his gaze averting from the Sith lady to the infatuated owner of the casino back on Coruscant. It irked him to know that was some sort of affection going on in a time of war, relationships were the LEAST of anyone's concerns besides that of yourself and the enemy. The Sith creation had little emotion, and even less desire to care about life in general. His goals were simple enough, and all he wanted was merely for selfish reason. His bulging figure and monstrous appearance made it more than obvious that he was ready to crack skulls.

"Cease the distractions. We're here to take back what is rightfully ours, not associate in a flirtatious manner."

Cold, uncaring, and calculating in terms of battle. Literally all the Jedi Hunter cared about was painting the surface of Dromund Kaas red with heroic blood, feeding into the planet's already massive dark presence. A womb that births nothing but the finest of warriors and assailants. Twisting the meek into carriers of the Imperial way, advocates of the Dark Side. The HUD of Pathollex's helmet would have various information pulled up, ranks, weaponry, ship systems, and even the status on his fellow Sith kin. You can never be too trusting of your allies, and when their time of use has expired, why not use honesty instead of prolonging a purposeless existence? He liked information and knowledge above most other things, especially having the potential to toy with those he deemed important for whatever selective purpose. Mr.Slade seemed to be the quite the sporting bloke, why not form a friendship and share in his values for personal gain?

The high-knight followed Darth Ayra to her shuttle, gripping his lightsaber in his right gauntlet with his plated thumb gingerly placed over the activation button, subtly rubbing over it with fiery ambition and anticipation. His never-ending malice-filled gaze stared Mr.Slade down for but a moment, the blackened durasteel skull helm that encompassed The Hunter's head lit up with a dark red electronic glow, lines tracing over the dome with cybernetic power as his Force signature began to steadily rise with each passing second, almost becoming impatient.

| Darth Ferus | Darth Vulcanus | Ashe the Reaper | Christian Slade | [member="Alicia Drey"]