Fighting for Rubble [New Order Invasion of Dromund Kaas]

[Basaba Willamina]

LOCATION: In space cloaked
FLEET: 2xKeldabe battleship, Uluruur frigate, BBC Harbringer class, 2xAzalus class flak, Shev'la class
BRIDGE OF THE SHEV

"Everyone prepare, the fleets will be coming here soon, have all teams set up for boarding action." Basaba moved to the bridge while she looked at the other commando's and crew. They had taken the shev for one reason..... No one was allowed to touch the Mythasaur so a cloaked ship with cloaked fighters would be good enough and be able to keep track until Larraq arrived with the rest of the fleet. The world held little value beyond saying 'Look what we did' and after fighting on it she wasn't wanting to go back with all the destruction and death. Instead she would take a stealth ship and burst into one of the bridges of the sith to really stick it to one of them. "All hands prepare and continue to run silent move us near the moon and be ready to send reinforcements where needed. Just like before we will repel the sith and break them."

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression growing dull on his face as he became more the Dark Sider and less the pretty, flirtatious Casino owner. "Distractions?", he asked, chiming in just after that rather lage, temporary Sith ally had mentioned that he should halt in his advances. "You mean distractions like alcohol?", Christian questioned further, turning and glancing over his shoulder at [member="Lord Pathollex"], eyes narrowing on the Sith further still.

"Distractions like breaking into a popular landmark Casino on Coruscant only to destroy thousands upon thousands of credits worth of furniture and property?", he asked, pushing off of the ship and coming to stand up straight, slowly turning and facing the man who'd gotten drunk and thrown a temper tantrum in his Casino, the White Pearl, which he he did not much appreciate. "Or was it a mixture of the two?", he said, the skin across the bridge of his nose folding a few times over in wrinkles as his face grew angry, red spots of blood starting to well up from beneath the golden brown color of his eyes. Slowly those specks of blood began to connect as the dark side swelled in the Sith Lord like a rogue torrent, lashing out at the world around it, killing and destroying everything in site. The only difference was, Christian's storm was a black cloud, unnatural to the world and potent with the dark side that choked every living, breathing thing out of existence.

Stopping right in front of the man, Christian stared at the man with now intense, crimson eyes that began to blur with the signs of heat that was rising from Slade's very skin as his hatred grew. "I don't much appreciate that, you know.", he said, each one of the digits on either hand curling into a fist, knuckles cracking as he thought of the many ways he could dispatch that man from the land of the living. "...but I'm not here for you.", he said, and abruptly the heat rushed out from the man, rushing out in all directions, the blood in his eyes fading away as his face slowly grew softer while watching the man. "You owe me. We'll leave it at that.", Christian said, his jaw rippling in the slightest hint of frustration as he spun around and turned towards the ship.

"Let's go kill some Mandalorians then."

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

 

[Garza]

Location: The Malevolent Spirit, Hangar Bay.
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Vulcanus"] | [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Christian Slade"] | [member="Alicia Drey"]
Enemies: [member="Ashe the Reaper"], Mandalorian contingents.

War was something that everybody seemed to be interested in. No matter what it was.

Dressed up for battle, A man standing over 2 meters tall wearing while armor with robes that could be seen with dark grey runes written over all of his armor. Darren Shaw, or in other terms to those lower than him, Darth Solrune. Stood in the Hangar bay with an assortment of weapons. Currently cleaning a GH-44 blaster pistol with a rag as others were getting ready for the war. The same man who was responsible for helping dethrone an Emperor Mordin with an entorage of other Sith, and the helping of putting Ashin Varanin into the seat of power.

Sure that was a long time ago, but ever since then, I Darren Shaw have had to deal with the consequences of trusting a Sith Master. Putting the pistol back into the holster on my belt, and clipping it down, I decided to play with the lighting that I could control with such ease. It had taken me years of training to become an avid practitioner of Electric Judgement, and Force Lightning. Even then, As a master I still had more to learn. My hand glowed up with purple lightning as it crackled into a ball of raw energy. Releasing it to just dissipate into nothing, I stood int he Hanger bay, waiting for the command to drop down on the Sith homeworld and take it back from the Mandalorians.

My only home was that the Former Mandal'ore Verx and Mia would not be here today. because if they were, I would surely kill them.

 

[Shinju]

LOCATION: MANDO KAAS CITY, MANDALORIAN FORWARD COMMAND BASE.
OBJECTIVE: CALM BEFORE THE STORM/ OPERATION GET OFF MY LAWN.
ALLIES: ALL MANDOS Aedan Miles, Ashe the Reaper, Garrus Garon, [member="Ordo"]
ENEMIES: EVERY DAMN BODY ELSE.

"Run and catch, run and catch the sith are in the blackberry patch." Shinju laughed while she spun around and let the equipment on her back and hips clink together. Then she heard singing from the one mandalorian and skipped around to the tune of it. "Lovely singing voice, you should have been at my wedding." Another laugh came from her as the Scylla Sith Sword revved up and she held the alchemical chain sword. Twin Derriphan's Eye's on her back in an x and the iron skin with a thick, tight corset trailing flaps of armorweave in a kama obscured her lightsaber on her hip but the crystal inside she could feel. Then the light caught the sections of scales Rave had enhanced, fireworms allowing for protection against sabers. Then there was the shiny toy Rave had created a gun with a large blade on it for slicing and dicing and playing with food. The Viscera Scattergun that she didn't really know how to fire but shooting things was only so fun. "Ten little sith all in a line, shots ring out down to nine."

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Ruins of Kaas City
Objective: Scanning the cityscape, looking at the wasteland beyond. Maybe getting a glimpse of Dathomir Witch leg.
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith and whoever else.

​

...when sitting alone become boring Garrus would listen to the comms chatter and continue humming the tune that occasionally broke radio silence, revealing his location to anyone who might be listening in, before disappearing again. Apparently the Warrior wasn't to worried about being discovered. Eventually he'd stand straight, taking his Mythosaur Grenade Launcher with him, and march to an opening in the burnt out building he occupied. He'd missed a lot of the fancy speeches that were to be had but it didn't bother him much; Garrus was never one for speeches or that type of thing. When he moved to the breech in the side of the building he'd been sequestered away in he'd look out over thuins of Kaas City and scan the area for any signs of movement...

...unless someone was looking for him Garrus might be hard to spot, same goes for anyone else out there in the ruins though, but that didn't mean he couldn't look closely. Anyone could be hidden out there. Using the advanced optics of his helm Garrus would zoom in on different locations, like he was looking through binoculars, from his elevated position he might have even been able to see some of the Mandalorian forward operating base, perhaps even caves and some of the wasteland beyond, maybe he would find something to catch his attention...

...anyways he was up there, waiting, and watching...​

 

[Captain Larraq]

Heart of Mandalorian Fleet
Enroute to Dromund Kaas
In Hyperspace
Representing United Clans of Mandalore in space

The last time Rygel Larraq had brought a fleet to Dromund Kaas, it had been from aboard the Mythosaur, flagship of the Mandalorian Navy. His actions on that day had all but destroyed the planet. And caused him to be banned from the Mythosaur except under express orders of the Mand'alor. Which was probably for the best.

Sitting upon the command chair of a Skira-class Battleship, Larraq rested his right calf upon his left knee and sipped his Earl Gray tea from the ceramic cup that was warming his right hand. At his feet sat his pet Vornskr, Talyn, who was lazily licking at a bone. With his left hand, Larraq tapped at his datapad and monitored the status of his impromptu fleet. He an Talyn had been traveling across Mandalorian space to oversee the naval buildup along the Mandalorian / Republic boarder when the network of Shokita stations on the boarders of Mandalorians space detected approaching hyperspace signatures. What was more disturbing was that the signal was coming from the wrong direction.

A fleet of ships were approaching from deep within the remains of the former Sith Empire. The moment their target had been calculated, Rygel Larraq and an impromptu fleet had been ordered to intercept the fleet and defend any and all Mandalorian planets threatened by the dark grip of the Sith, including the former capital of said empire.

His fingers tapped away at the datapad and his lips happily took in the warm liquid from his ceramic cup. There was little organization from the scattered remains of the dark, shattered empire that had once occupied this corner of the galaxy. The fleet he had been placed in command of would be more than a match for whatever sought to crawl from the corpse of the Sith. Nearly twelve thousand meters of warships were at his command. And soon he would use them to crush whatever filth was attempting to further stain Dromund Kaas, prize of Mand'alor Skirata's war against the Sith.

Spoiler

1x Harbinger Carrier Battleship
2x Kyramund Battleship
4x Keldabe Battleship
1x Skira Battleship
1x Nexus Cruiser
1x Krayt Interdiction Cruiser
3x Ordo Frigate
2x Azalus Frigate
2x Ulur'uur Sensor Frigate

--9,544m
+750m Shev'la Kal-class Stealth Battleship
--10,294m (total for Mandalorians, not including allies)

(Basaba's remaining ships included, Ordo has abstained from Naval engagement and seeded his fleet limit to myself.)

 

[Lina Djo]

Location: Aboard the Shev'la Kal, cloaked in space.
Objective: Field test the pups, kill as many sith as possible

The baying of the vornskr filled her ears, as the six snapped and snarled at each other around her her. They were agitated, their inky eyes flicking continuously up to Mia, who stood clad in beskar, her helmet tucked under her arm, eyes shut. She was not surprised by the New Orders move. They had cast there eyes in the wrong direction, looking to liberate Republic worlds, all the while, the New Order had crept up at there backs. Anger flooded her veins and warped the air around her, the vornskr's agitation grew, a yelp made her open her eyes as a fight broke out amongst them. The whip in her hand snapped loudly next to them and they leapt apart. Coiling the leather back up she, brought her anger back in, bottling it up ready to loose at the right moment.

Kaas was a symbol, it was a display, not just to the sith, but to the rest of the galaxy. It told of what they were capable of, of the destruction they could unleash should anyone be so bold as to cross them.Mia hated it. So quick, the mandalorians were to judge the Republic, yet look at what they had done. Like Donanyd, Kaas stood as a symbol for one bastards show of power. Whatever Mia felt though, was irrelevant, losing Kaas was not an option, giving into the sith was not an option. Investments on the surface or no investments, she would destroy any sith that tried to take it, bacause as much as she hated it, that symbol was a powerful one and they needed it.

The comm in her ear came to life as [member="Basaba Willamina"] addressed the whole of the ship. "Gev!" she barked at the snarling vornskr, slowly they quieted down, though there were still deep rumbling growls issuing here and there. Turning on her heel, she sealed them inside the Tra'galaar transport and headed for the cargo hold, where fifty H-0RN3T's stood powered down. She began powering them up, giving them a chance to run systems checks before the battle began. Slowly, they moved towards the air lock. Only ten could be released at a time, but ten would be more than enough. "Bugs, ready to go, relinquishing air lock control to the bridge." She informed Basaba as she returned to the hangar. The troops were ready to pile into the transports at a moments notice. She ran through her own weapons check.

Two bolters clung to her thighs, metal eating grenades, XR-01 pressure grenades and ammo lined her belt, her beskad was sheathed at her back and her trusted vornskr shotgun rested against the hull of her transport. She activated her light shield, the hum of it raising hairs on the back of her neck before she deactivated it and donned her helmet. Fuel for her jet pack and flame throwers read full and she could feel the two daggers sheathed in her boots.

Over kill?

Maybe, but she wasn't taking any chances.


"Alright," she barked, and the pre battle hubub died down "Who's ready to show kick these dar'jetii hut'uun back to the hell hole they crawled out of?"


"OYA!" the soldiers cried back. Mia grinned beneath her helm.


"Boarding parties ready to go, Basaba." she commed the Field Marshall commanding the ship.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

SHARYD-CLASS RACE FIGHTER
CLOAKED
HIGH ORBIT

Well, not 'cloaked' per se. Cloaked would imply that the Force or a crystal gravfield trap could pick up the unarmed, fragile little ship -- a ship with class-point-five engines. The Sharyd was immersed, Fallanassi-hidden from every sensors and sense, disengaged from any other Mandalorian forces to avoid getting in anyone's line of fire.

Ember waited.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

LOCATION: Ruins of Kaas City, overlooking Mando FOB
FRIENDLIES: [member="Garrus Garon"]
HOSTILES: All Dem Sith

Ruins littered the capital of the one-time Sith Empire. High up in the remnants of a burnt out skyscraper, I looked down on the prefab Mando FOB below. From here I was in a good position to take down Sith once they got groundside. Those dudes in their black cloaks and red laser swords aren't exactly subtle. The Sith wouldn't be able to pick up on my presence, because I was wearing a Taozin amulet. At least, that's what the experts told me. I'm just an average Epicanthix, no Force abilities here. I mean, I'm a top of the line Fringe commando, but that's different. My ICA armor mirrored the Republic Commandos of way back when, so I probably wouldn't be mistaken for a Mando, but I didn't give the Sith too much credit where that was concerned. Hammers, nails, blah blah. They probably considered every person in opposition to them on the planet to be a Mando. Whatever. I didn't plan on getting a whole lot of face time with these guys.

Wearing some a blanket of dull greys over my body to further obscure my form, I peered through the scope of my CZ-838 sniper rifle. It was a slug thrower and only had enough mag capacity for eight rounds, but these were very, very special rounds. I was using 7.62mm Flare slugs and I can promise you that the Sith would be in for a really sucky day with those. The rifle was outfitted with a zoom scope and I had a range of about a mile. Right now I was well over half a mile away. They wouldn't see it coming and in the midst of battle they wouldn't hear it coming. At this distance, their Force senses probably wouldn't even feel it coming.

On my back I carried a repulsorpack that looked like a large and clunky backpack. It wouldn't let me jet around, but it would enable me to land without dying if I somehow got knocked out of my perch. I carried two pistols on thigh holsters, a knife in a calf sheath, and I also toted around BTI-CC13 carbine outfitted with a three round grenade launcher. At the base of the building was my speeder bike, also hidden behind some urban camouflage blankets. On it I had a BTI Hyperion.

"Overwatch in place," I radioed in across the Mando squad comms.

Now began the boring part. Waiting.

 

[ST LCPL Radon]

Location: Malevolent Spirit Hanger Bay
Objective: Pray

"Saber Spitter this is Rock Eater Two Actual radio check over."

"This is Saber Spitter to Rock Eater Two Actual roger over."

"This is Rock Eater Two Actual, Roger out."

Sitting down in a group of men and women was the storm trooper known as Lance Corporal Radon and he was here on a combat deployment with his unit to take back the ruined sith homeworld. Why he was doing this he didn't know but he knew that he had orders and what the man upstairs wanted, he got. Radon stood in a circle with his brother and sisters holding their hands tight in a small circle near their drop ship. They had been through a lot over their term of service for the new order and this could be their last few moments together as a unit. With their heads bowed in prayer for their more than likely imitate deaths against the "gods" of this galaxy they stood there quietly before radon spoke. "Our father, our gods no matter what you believe in. Watch over us, give us the strength to push through this fight. Give us the strength to change what we can, and wisdom and serenity to move past the things we can't. Gods please make sure that we all come home to our families, to our mothers, fathers, husbands wives and children. And should we fall on the field of battle I die proudly knowing I died next to my brothers and sisters this day. I ask that you give our families the strength to move on should we not make it. We ask you one last thing, make sure that if Kevin survives, you finally give him the money to get his teeth fixed. Cause damn." A small chuckle was heard around the circle from the troopers as they kept their heads down still.

"Amen" lifting his head up radon smiled at his friends as a look of fear mixed with happiness smeared his face. Taking deep breaths he gripped the hands of his teammates tight and held on for dear life.

"It's going to be okay." One of the troopers said hugging radon, their armor rubbing against one another. "Shhh, it'll be okay." She said softly to radon before letting go. Radon wasn't a force user, he wasn't a super soldier all purpose commando, he wasn't a beautiful person. He was just a man, and he feared for his life today. He feared that he was going to die down there on a barren world worth nothing but a bad gesture to people you shouldn't rub the wrong way. "Come on, get your helmet on." She said again before slapping the iconic storm trooper helmet upon her head. Nodding radon took a deep breath and picked his helmet up off the floor. Taking one last breath he slipped his helmet on cocked his blaster rifle and prepared for the hell that was to come.

 

[Jate Kar'ta]

Location: Ruins of Kaas City
Objective: Kick Force User shebs, Play music
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith and Their 'friends'
Music: Vode An - Republic Commando ST

There was a small breeze raced through the wind catching Jate Kar'ta's fiery blonde hair. Her orange scarf fluttered behind her like a tattered flag as she let the sound of her music carry on to the city around her. She played from her bes'bev, an ancient Mandalorian war flute with a sharp pointed end and made of beskar. It was a family relic that she got to pick out when she passed her verd'goten and then sent out into the galaxy. Since then she has never set foot back on Mandalore, not until she completed a great deed or come back with something to add to the Armory of Relics. It was a tradition followed since the Old Republic.

Jate didn't plan on fighting Sith today. She was here because it was simply how far her credits could take her. She was out trying to hunt some game to make a bit of coin when word spread of an invasion. Jate never liked nor trusted Force Users ever since her mother was killed by them so many years ago. While she was still hunting for the men and women responsible, it wouldn't hurt to have a little practice and release a little pain. Everything from the waist down was covered in simple light armor. This allowed her to move quicker and use her jump pack effectively in combat. Her torso was less protected for she wore a layer of armormesh under her brown jacket. The most armored and well protected thing she wore were her Gunner's Gauntlets currently in carry mode as thick gold circlets on her wrists. Until then she will sit and wait as she played the music of her people.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Ruins of Kaas City
Objective: Calling in my HK
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Dak Canton"], HK-36
Enemies: Sith

​

...the enhanced optics in Garrus helm allowed him to continue surveying the landscape of the ruined city but as of yet there wasn't much to see. Truth be told it seemed like those early warning systems had gone off a lifetime ago and now they had been waiting for what seemed like forever but the Warrior was a pateint man. Patient and bored. It wouldn't have been so bad if he actually had something to occupy his mind or if this was still his own time where he could be out on patrol enjoying the solitude but apparently life had other plans and intervened with him. Not the first time this had happened. Tilting his head backwards Garrus would have seen something, it was very faint and almost unrecognizable, he never would have noticed if actual firefights were going on all around him but he stared for the moment using the advanced vision granted by his optics to their fullest...

...until Garrus switched to a thermal imaging system he wasn't sure anyone was actually there, his mind could be playing tricks on him, but the new imaging should have revealed the humanoid silhouette of the sniper. Of course the cue across the Mandalorian comms helped. Not a Mandalorian he didn't think though. He'd nod in his direction but the man probably couldn't see the motion unless he was looking right at Garrus; it didn't really matter though. Afterwards the Warrior would switch his optics back to their normal viewing mode and continue to utilize the advanced optics in his helm to scan the ruins of Kaas City before something came to mind that he'd almost forgotten...

...switching his comms on he'd have transmitted to the forward operating base communications center and addressed the trooper on the other side..."This is Rally Master Garrus Garon. Transmit to this frequency."...there wasn't really a message to be sent, just the transmission which would be sent under his own operating code to an off world source that Garrus had made contact with, then the Warrior would switch comms back off. He'd sent a call for assistance of the robotic kind...

[member="HK-36"]​

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Hyperspace
Diana sat in the cockpit of her personal Kuat Drive Yards Blackbird as the ship whirled through hyperspace at an astounding speed. Already dressed in her armor with all of its equipment attached the Jedi master seemed to shift and shimmy herself around in the small uncomfortable seat, attempting to get at least somewhat comfortable for the short duration of the ride that she had left.

There was a frown on her face, though it was not because she was uncomfortable.

The Events of the past few weeks lay heavily on her mind. The Rise of the Sith, the fall of Coruscant, the betrayal of Daella and Sopher. She squashed the memories of her former bladesister before they could drift too far, unwilling to acknowledge the womans very existence for the moment. She shut her eyes and shook her head, dispelling the thoughts of Daella.

She had a job to do, and she would do it without those memories.

After the fall of Coruscant Diana had made her way to Ossus. Daella's former home and post against the Sith. It was there that she took up the watch of the old Sith Worlds, Dromund Kaas and Korriban. When the New Orders fleet had mobilized, so had she. Diana didn't care if the Mandalorians and Jedi had postured against one another in the past, it didn't matter.

The Sith were her enemy, and she would fight them to her last breath.

 

[Ordo]

LOCATION: ORDO KAAS, FOWARD OPERATIONS BASE
OBJECTIVE: PREPARE FOR WAR.
ALLIES: [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Jate Kar'ta"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"] @MANDOS ON THE GROUND
ENEMIES: DEM SITH

Ordo typed on his forearm datapad as he sat on his 100kg rotating minigun. Then he pulled out a deck of cards and opened it.

"Copy that [member="Dak Canton"], armor should be moving into position now." He said casually as if this were just another day mostly because it was.

8 Canderous-Class MAT-12 tanks and 8 MT-31 "Lancer" tanks approached and took up positions along the perimeter of the citadel. Was that all the Mandos had brought 16 tanks to keep The world from being taken by who ever was approaching? Thank for asking dearest reader. The answer is no. 10 Reaver Class tanks and 10 Typhoon-class tanks began taking positions in the debris filled streets, while 20 Tracyaat Walkers moved around the base and the citadel. Then 20 more Trat'aab walkers moved into position some even moving right into the citadel itself.

"Troops, get into defensive positions." He said "Clan Ordo -Dig- in"

At the command "dig in" 10 AT-MP Mining Vehicles began building trenches 4 meters wide around the city and in 30 meter increments from 200 meters out and moving toward the city. He motioned to the crates of Gorgon web-rifles and "eater" grenades. While 30 crates worth of remote and pressure detonated EMP mines were laid between trenches.

Ordo finally looked up at the crazy dancing woman.

"Ten little sith all in a row Ordo fires now there's none." He said as he began to deal cards on top of a crate of extra ammo for slug throwers and Rippers. "Do you play spades?"

((Links to every piece of gear sited is either in my sig or my linked bio. Items not linked there are below.))


10 Typhoon Tanks: https://www.google.com/url?q=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/15074-typhoon-class-artillery-tank/&sa=U&ei=jJifU7PzIMO8oQSAqILoCQ&ved=0CAYQFjAA&client=internal-uds-cse&usg=AFQjCNFoYQc2kD4FKQBIQRZHAZhMN1eKmQ

10 Reaver Tanks https://www.google.com/url?q=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/22615-reaver-class-assault-tank/&sa=U&ei=VJifU7y8PIz-oQSYxoKAAg&ved=0CAYQFjAA&client=internal-uds-cse&usg=AFQjCNE3iEaH2r33cXuVMWUm1BxbxzN6ZA

 

[HK-36]

Location: Orbit of Abregado-Rae, Aboard the Siege Tower
Objective: Watching My Little Ropo, answering the Mandalorian Call
Allies: Mandalorians, Omega Protectorate, Mercenaries, Ropos
Enemies: Sith

HK was just relaxing aboard his flagship the Siege Tower, the frigate calmly orbiting around the planet of Abregado-Rae along with its four corvette escorts assigned by the Protectorate. Suddenly, one of the consoles on the ship's bridge began to beep between the noises of the holo-projector HK was focusing on. The colorful images showed ropos, prancing here and there, on their adventures, it was the local show, My Little Ropo, aired by the Abregado-Rae Holo-vision Network. This particular episode featured HK's favorite Ropo character from the show, Cuddlyantisocial.
"Sir."
The Communications Officer spoke up as he received and deciphered the Mandalorian Transmission,
"Yes?"
HK asked simply, turning in his chair to look at the Officer,
"The Sith are attacking Mandalorians at Dromund Kaas, we have been called in as reinforcements for Mandalorian Clans."
The droid tilted his head back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling, as if groaning out in frustration,
"Every Force-darned week with those Sith attacking somebody,"
Looking to his Yeoman know, he stood up, pushing himself off of the chair,
"Sound alarm for all hands to their battlestations, load the troops from the barracks on the planet, along with our new weaponry, it is time to put the Gados' new trinkets to the test."
The Yeoman simply nodded as she carried out the orders,
"Yessir."
HK turned to his Communications Officer then,
"Open up a channel to the Protectorate forces and mercenaries scheduled for this tour, connect me."
Communications Officer then nodded in turn as he confirmed the channel being prepared with affirmative, "You are connected, Colonel,"

Soon enough the Protectorate forces including [member="Noah Corek"], [member="Ayden Cater"], and [member="Aeron Kreelan"], and mercenaries like [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], although presumable she was already on the Siege Tower, or [member="Xander Carrick"] and any allies he brought with him, would receive following transmission,
"This is Colonel Iron Knight of the Iron Company, I have received a distress signal from the Mandalorians summoning me to aid them in defense of Dromund Kaas against the Sith forces, I shall heed their call and join in this battle to fight our common foe. I request reinforcements from Protectorate forces as well mercenaries who signed contract to enter my temporary service. Due to the distance between my current location and the destination, I will jump into hyperspace as soon as my forces are ready."

Soon enough, whether the allies were able to catch up with HK on Abregado, or if they would meet him on Dromund or en-route to it, the Siege Tower would make its jump into hyperspace, disappearing in a flash and trail of blue light. There was a bit of distance between them and their destination, it was better to start making their way there sooner rather than later.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

Location: RUINS OF KAAS CITY
Objective: Hold the City
Allies: Mandalorians and Allies
Enemies: Sith and Sith Butt Buddies.

When news came that the Sith were going to make a move into Mandalorians Space, more specifically the New Order, Ori'Alor had put in a request with Ordo to be able to get some men and come to help. Luckily, Ordo relented, and Ori had brought a few units of the Cabur'Akaata and a team of her Ori'Ramikad. The Ori'Ramikad had specific orders to dissapear, and stay mobile, acting as Fast Reaction forces. This squad disapeared well, partially due to the fact that they were all Ex-Dread Guard Force Deads. The Cabur'Akaata had been given a more specifc set of instructions, they had been split into 2 groups for the operation. 'Group A' was split further into mobile patrol units, to make sure that the sith didn't sneak around any of the True Mandalorian's other defenses or that of thier allies. Group A got the support of a number of Assault Tauntauns(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23962-omega-fast-attack-vehicle-tauntaun/) and Configuration 1 Urban Recon Walkers(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21404-urban-recon-walker/), these vehicles would use the rubble of the fallen city around them as cover when needed. 'Group B' was again split up into smaller groups, this time in reinforced 'Strong Points' throughout the city, bunkered down to hopefully resist an assault. These 'Strong Points' had the use of Multiple Omega Protectorate Heavy Weapons*, and would not be easy to dislodge. As the final 'Group B' Strong Point finished setting up thier improvised bunker, Ori got the final green light from the Cabur'Akaata unit that they were ready and willing. "Field Marshal Ordo, my vode are in position." Ori'Alor said, over a com line to [member="Ordo"] "My boys do have vehicle support, but I'm leaving the heavy armor to you."

 

[Dissero]

Location: Rudrig - Abandoned Imperial Archives and Vaults
Objective: Staking out Dromund Kaas
Allies: Mandolorians ... soon.

The return to his old home on Rudrig had been unprecedented, but Dissero would be lying if he hadn't said he wasn't watching the place like a hawk ever since gaining the means to do so. The Klepto had been so useful in this little underhanded jaunts across the galaxy, and since learning the planet he once Governed for The Sith Empire was now free of claims by any major galactic player, the Archivist and once Master of Vaults decided to pay the place a visit.

A day later (and few weeks prior to present date) and he'd unlocked his office door and moved back in. Sort of.

This was not a trip down memory lane, or anything done for nostalgic reasons. This was a move made with purpose. Here several key locations of his life were within reach: Lorrd, the home of his current paramour [member="Carré Inirial"], and Dromund Kaas, the home of those scant few pieces of Sith history that had been overlooked, left behind or hidden.

Sure, he'd made off with the entire contents of the Sith Empire's Archives and Vaults with the help of that legendary old whiphid, but Dissero was lament to have an incomplete collection. No one would ever say the man wasn't thorough.

So he staged his next move from Rudrig, watching the horizon of that dark, dreary planet. That orb of ash left behind still had a few secrets, a few treasures left. The moment his sensors alerted him to the sudden arrival of some unexpected guests - namely, anything not of Mandolorian ensign - the man was on his feet.

No more time to wait, no more time to plan.

"Mahet," he called to his Noghri friend, "time to go."

 

[Nyxie]

The United Clans of Mandalore
Dromuund Kaas Wastes
Preparing for Operation

Breaking the silence and serenity of her meditations for a moment upon pondering something, Ashe shuffled through her personal satchel and pulled forth a small metal-spiral-back handbook thick with innumerable laminated pages. Flicking through bit by bit quizzically, she finally expressed epiphany upon finally finding one relevant segment of the document, smiling at her quick success.
Uh... let's see here.... M'mmm....
"Lady Malfrost to Diva of Mandalore; requesting heavy airdrop to my location. Check for yellow flare," Ashe said, almost confusedly.
She stumbled over to the fighter's cockpit cargo bay and pulled out a packet of equipped emergency flares, as well as a dry ration and a packet of Skittle-like candies.
"Uh-roger that, moving to air delivery flight pattern, bearing zero-two-zero. ETA, two minutes, over?" her pilot responded. No reply. "Ma'am, do you copy, over?"
"W-wha-Oh, copy that, Diva. Popping flares now," she stuttered.
Ashe quickly tore two flare sticks out of the sealed package and threw the remaining carelessly back into the cockpit. Gripping them both in each hand, one by one she rammed the butts against the edge of the spaceframe to set the bright yellow devices alight, raising her arms and occasionally crossing them over each other to give the Corvette a fix on her location. She was still very new to the seat of rear admiralty in the CIS, but slowly she was becoming accustomed to the job. Having no prior formal military training, it felt... odd to the woman.
"Flares sighted and confirmed, on final approach to drop point. Absolute height at one thousand meters...."
The vixen could see it in sight now.
"ADC deployed!"
A large, olive crate jettisoned from the bow bay door of the Diva, now descending slowly unto the earth on a system of deployed chutes.
"Drop was successful. Air delivery complete; returning to orbital holding pattern."
The crate slowly hit the ground with a crashing thud. Ashe so did love that part.
Tossing the half-lived flares aside, Ashelotte jogged off to the large crate which had now dropped. Last time, it was a heavy dropship that dropped a massive starfighter rotary blaster. She knew she wouldn't get the same goodies this time, but she did call in her usual heavy gear which included a spare rotary blaster cannon used for the Diva's phalanxes. All the ammunition and ordinance she'd need was in there - much more than she wanted, but most of it was readily disposable and easy to replace. Thermal detonators, power cells, detonation packs, battle armor - it was all there. For just once in her life, Ashe wanted to look uber-badass for no reason whatsoever. The crate was on a metal pallet, there was plenty of netting, maybe she could use her superior strength to sled the crate with her! That's exactly what she did with her mother lode as she walked into the distance wastes, searching for her comrades - her vode kin.
"Anyone there?! Hello?!" the foxtress shouted, hoping to find some form of friendly, sentient life.
Perhaps they'd wonder how such a small, young-looking 'girl' could pull such a multitudinous weight with her. It was fortunate they'd probably never guess, and even if they did, they wouldn't care.

[member="Ordo"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] | [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] | etc.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Location: "The Malevolent Spirit", about to drop from Hyperspace

Objective: Be a BA

[member="Darren Shaw"] [member="Christian Slade"] @Lord Pathollex [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Diana Moridena"] [member="Captain Larraq"]
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"Mi'lord, we will be entering the system momentarily." the admiral of the ship notified, turning to Vulcanus with his hands folded neatly behind his back. Vulcanus grinned cynically, turning his sulfuric eye towards the man and resting a massive hand on the hilt of his blade. Then the time was close at hand, soon the Sith would reign fire down upon those who had disgraced the Sith and taken the worlds as if they were their own.


"Perfect, Admiral. I will be joining the ground side assault, you now have command of the fleets" the beast growled, turning on heel and moving towards the lift in the back of the ship. Quickly he entered the elevator and made his way down to the hanger level of the Xo 'Xaan. When the lift's doors opened once again, Vulcanus found himself starring down legions of Stormtroopers who quickly loaded themselves into gunships and dropships in preparation for the attack. Needless to say, none of them dared to look the massive beast in the eye.


It was about that time a familiar voice rang in through his communicator, one of an old apprentice who had once again returned to the call of the Darkside. Djonas asked what the plan was, predictable as Djonas had not been officially apart of the New Order and had yet to be briefed on specific details concerning the operation. "We will give the Mandalorians no time to react, as soon as the ships break from Hyperspace we will launch the ground assault." The Dark Lord replied as he moved up to the Sith who had collected in the hanger of the ship.


"Mount into the gunships, we leave now" The beast commanded, moving to mount into a nearby Hades-Class Gunship.

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The Admiral watched the timer count down to the moment that the fleet would exit Hyperspace, only thirty seconds were left now. The elderly man took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and thinking of home. He had been but a captain in the Sith Empire before its fall and his family had been presumably killed during the Mandalorian's attack on the very planet he was not expected to assault. Before the moment he heard that the planet had been devastated by the clans, he secretly questioned the motives that the Sith used. No longer was that the case, his heart had been chilled and darkened and no price was too high for revenge.


"All fighters prepare for launch, gunships on stand-by. I want all shuttles prepared for launch, walker barges prepared for drop and two squadrons of bombers moving to orbit for CAS support of the invasion force." the Admiral's words were cold and full of purpose as he looked on at the timer....twenty....fifteen....ten.....five....


The empty void of space suddenly exploded with activity as the fleets of the New Order came into the system and immediately began dropping their payloads of ships, most of which shot towards the planet through what little defenses the Mandalorians had erected in orbit. "Long range turrets, fire on the enemy stations, clear a path for the invasion force and prepare for engagement with enemy craft as soon as they arrive!"

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Vulcanus End Location: On Hades-Gunship in hanger of the Flagship​

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Specific Ship Movements are in spoiler​

Spoiler

Flagship:

Xo'Xaan Heavy Cruiser -"The Malevolent Spirit" - In orbit, unloading invasion force - Concentrating long range fire on Mandalorian Defenses


Xo'Xaan Heavy Cruisers

"The Molten Fist" - In orbit - unloading invasion force - concentrating long rang fire on Mandalorian Defenses

"The Titan's Wraith" - In orbit - unloading invasion force - Concentrating long range fire on Mandalorian defenses

[1,900 meters total]


Elliah-Class Heavy Cruisers

"The Hellfire" - In Hyperspace - unloading 8 AE-STs and Infantry invasion force - unloading 24 bombers for CAS - Unloading 36 fighters for space combat - Diverting half engine power to weapons

[1,000 meters total]


Ignis II-Class Frigates

"The Judgment of Defiance" - In orbit - Unloading Invasion Force - firing concussion missiles at Mandalorian Defenses

"The Korriban's Revenge" - In orbit - Unloading Invasion Force - firing concussion missiles at Mandalorian Defenses

"The Star Ripper" - In orbit - Unloading Invasion Force - firing concussion missiles at Mandalorian Defenses

[900 meters in total]


Ravelin-Class Corvette

"The False Prophet" - In orbit - preparing for engagement

[200 meters total]

 

[Nyos Val]

Marrik took the ten heavy walkers and set them up in a perimeter around the palace at about two blocks out and apart. Each heavy walker was supported by two medium walkers, to provide ground support. Marrik had the heavy walkers on thirty degree ranges, giving three hundred degree coverage, with the medium walkers intermittently making up the remaining sixty degrees.

All units in position commander, we are ready, soldiers with Force poppers at each station. I am at the North quadrant of the perimeter. My bow with slay many Sith.

[member="Aedan Miles"]