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For the Glory of Mandalore: Taris

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Mandalorian Fleet, Taris Orbit

The order was given. The time had come. Manda'lor the Rebuilder had uttered a supreme edict to conquer in the name of the homeworld, and the world Taris was selected as first to fall to the warrior children of Mandalore. In less than a day's time, a congregation of large vessels was assembled: a flagship, heavy cruisers, cruisers, frigates, corvettes, and support ships to get the job done. The plan of attack was simple: the fleet would unleash hell upon the world below, decimating the crumbling ruins that populated it and the Rakghoul hiding within them.

The planet was infested: a veritable cesspool upon which the plague known as Rakghoul could flourish in the shadows. That infestation ended this day, as the Mandalorian exterminators had arrived on scene. From above, the fleet cast a menacing shadow upon the world below: an omen of the destruction to come to the ruined planet. From the bridge of the flagship, the order had not yet been given to commence the bombing, but immediately following, the Mandalorians would descend en masse to root out the surviving Rakghoul and send them to oblivion.

Their information told of a main nest that was located under the ground, safe from the orbital bombardment that was about to come. It was the ground teams' objective to enter this subterranean den and kill everything that moved within it: a simple enough task for the hardened warriors of Mandalore. Afterwards, a garrison base would be set up on world and commerce would begin to flow: Taris would belong to the Mandalorians!
 
Among the numerous Mandalorians chosen to enter the planet in order to snuff out the Rakghoul's subterranean nest was a hot-headed Initiate by the name Isley Verd. Over the past few weeks, the young warrior had ventured across the galaxy, getting into scrapes and making a slight name for himself, before being called home to participate in this important offensive. As such, the golden beskar-clad youth stood amongst his compatriots at the hangar bay of the vessel, staring out of the hangar at the planet below. He had to admit, the world looked beautiful from above, but it would look even better on fire...

"C'mon, let's get this show on the road already!" He mused, nearly bouncing up and down with anticipation. Not only would he be able to bring glory to his beloved homeworld, but he would also have the opportunity to mow down ravenous beasts in the process. What better way to spend an afternoon than that?
 
Mandalore the Rebuilder

Taris. A planet where the Mandalorian's conquest of the galaxy began ages ago. It was Mandalore the Ultimate who led his men into the greatest war the Mandalorians had ever been into - The Mandalorian War. It was that war that forged the reputation of the Mandalorians, a reputation that did not fade through all this ages. It was that war where people passed down their fear of the Mandalorians through the generations. It was that war where the Mandalorians left an eternal mark in galactic history. It was that war where the meaning of Mandalorian was defined to the whole galaxy. Now history would repeat itself once again but this time Mandalore the Rebuilder did not plan on being defeated, this time the Mandalorians would emerge victorious.

The tall and intimidating figure of the sole ruler of the Mandalorians stood infront of the viewport observing the lush planet of Taris. The Rakhgouls plagued the lands of the planet and Mandalore was once and for all end this eternal disease that brooded the surface of the planet. A sithspawn of days old, the Rakhgouls were the only obstacle in the path of conquest of this planet. Mandalore's plan were simple - Exterminate and Rejuvenate. He would wipe out the planet clean and bring it back to the heights it could reach due to it's strategical position on the Hydian Way.

One of the countable on one hand Overseers approached Mandalore and reported:

"An hour left before the fleet positions itself for the bombardment. We have pinpointed every single location of Rakhghoul dens on the surface that Halik's scouting party gave us. "

"Good. I want Halik's team to be spearheading the attack on the main nest after our bombardment." Mandalore ordered continuing his gaze upon the planet through the viewport.

"Halik's on a solo mission by his request."

"Who was on Halik's scouting party then?" Mandaloer the Rebuilder enquired calmly. The Overseer, Rel Krezed, took a moment to navigate through information on his helmet's HUD.

"Hutuun'Kyramud, Zef Halo, Isley Verd. All Initiates." Rel stated.

"Draft Hutuun'Kyramud and Halo to Isley's squad (Every other Mandalorian who is going to participate is going to start out in Isley's squad so this is sort of your introduction to the whole dominion thread). " Mandalore ordered and continued. "That squad is going in the nest first, spearheading the attack. Isley will be the leader of that squad. Bring the Bloodied of Isley's squad and draft him elsewhere."

Mandalore knew he was making a bold descision but it wasn't out of logic. Isley was part of the scouting party that fought with Rakhghouls along with Zef Halo and Hutuun'Kyramud. These Initiates had fresher and more experience when it came to dealing with rakhghouls than most. He trusted Isley the leading position out of the three mainly due to his clan heritage. Verd was a renown clan amongst the Mandalorians.

"A squad of Initiates is going to be leading the attack into the main nest, lead by a Initiate. Mandalore.." Rel started but was cut off by Mandalore turning his head and focusing his gaze upon the Overseer. "Understood." He nodded and walked away contacting Zef Halo and Hutuun'Kyramud.

Rel opened the channel to both and ordered them:

"Alright you two, you are joining Isley Verd's squad. He's going to be your squad leader this mission. Mandalore's orders." Rel simply stated and closed the channel opening another one to Isley himself.

"Listen well, Verd. I am not going to repeat. Halo and Kyramud are joining your squad. We are relieving your Bloodied squad leader and appointing you as squad leader. " He stated and continued. "Your squad is going to spearhead the attack on the main nest after the bombardment. Mandalore's orders." Rel once gain cut the channel abruptly after delivering the orders and continued to spread the change of plans to all the ground teams so there would be no chaos when the time to fight the Rakhghouls came.

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Zef Halo

"Well that should do it." Zef said while fixing one of the stabilizers of the dropship he would pilot to Taris' surface. He was happy he would be piloting it although he would've loved some challenges while he was piloting but they had no space adversaries today. "Now onto the next one."

Zef was checking the ship he would be flying and was maintaining even the slightest details that needed repairing. He always loved to keep his own ship in top notch and believed that to be vital because in space even the slightest mistake may cost your life. Being followed by an astromech droid Zef went beneath the gunship's other stabilizer and took the instrument from the astromech droid. As he was peacefully checking out the second stabilizer a channel was opened and an Overseer appeared on his holoprojector in his HUD.

"Alright you two, you are joining Isley Verd's squad. He's going to be your squad leader this mission. Mandalore's orders." The channel was immediately cut off by the Overseer himself leaving Zef silent with a frown upon his face. He stood there watching in one point until he finally muttered:

"Okay, what the hell just happened ?"

Zef sighed as he got up from beneath the ship and told the astromech droid what he had to do and what the problem was while he headed to where Isley was. Isley was one of the few Mandalorians he had known better than the rest due to the missions they have been in together, the other two were Kyr, the tusken raider, and Halik Falkosi who always led the four man squad. He approached the ship which was designated for Isley's squad and stood there among the others saying nothing and waiting for more information.

Whatever the hell is happening, I am going to pilot a ship today, Zef thought to himself looking at the cockpit of the gunship. He was keen on piloting as he had not been piloting for quite some time now.
 
Bandit tootled and screamed at her as she pulled on her armour in the confines of the Wayward Angel as the astromech smoothly navigated it to dock with one of the larger ships. Considering the droid was designed for battle his personality said otherwise. Without her helmet on, Mia couldn’t fully understand what the droid was saying but she got the drift. “Take it easy bandit. You’re not coming. You just stay here and watch the Angel for me ok?” the droid responded with a sound that reminded Mia of a child blowing a raspberry.

Half an hour later, she descended the ramp onto the flagship. Helmet under her arm, repeater at her back and pistols at her sides with Bandit trailing slowly behind her mewling. An overseer caught her attention. “Report to Isley Verd.” Nodding she cast a glance back at bandit. “Stay.” She said firmly before abandoning the droid entirely as she crossed the busy docking bay to the gunship that would take them down. She let out a low whistle “I need to get my hands on one of these.” She muttered to herself, before offering a small smile to some familiar armour.

She was eager to start, she wanted to prove herself worthy of her position among the mandalorins. She wanted to prove to Jaxx, even now when he was beyond the grave, the she was worthy of everything he ever gave her.
 
"Listen well, Verd. I am not going to repeat. Halo and Kyramud are joining your squad. We are relieving your Bloodied squad leader and appointing you as squad leader. Your squad is going to spearhead the attack on the main nest after the bombardment. Mandalore's orders."
'Eh? Is this some sort of joke?' The young warrior thought to himself, folding his arms across his chest. The higher ups knew he was young and inexperienced, they knew he still had leagues of room for improvement...yet he was spearheading an operation? Did this have something to do with his performance on Taris previously? Or perhaps the destruction of the Republic's cloning facility? His mind danced with the possibilities, but Isley Verd dared not question his orders...higher ups never liked questions. Instead, the young man simply responded with a "Yes Sir, Understood." and went about his merry way across the hangar bay, headed for his usual comrade Zef Halo.​
"You heard the transmission just then, right? I'm not losing it, right? I'm leading our squad into the Rakghoul nest, right?"
Part of the young man truly expected his pirate-turned-warrior friend to respond with a loud laugh, a slap on the knee, and an "Are you out of your mind?" Nonetheless, whilst he awaited a response, he seated himself upon the hangar bay floor, wrapping his arms about one knee and resting his chin upon his beskar kneepad. If he truly was leading the offensive, then he'd have to think up some sort of plan, a good plan that might get them all Blooded, that would take care of the Rakghoul with as minimal casualties as possible. He didn't want to lose his entire squad, let alone one of the few friends he had in the galaxy: Zef, due to negligence over the course of his first leadership assignment. Whilst he racked his brains, a young woman that he didn't recognize made her approach on the group, admiring Zef's ship.​
"Hey there, name's Isley Verd. Who are you?"
 
Zef was doing circles around the gunship checking it for any sort of signs of future malfunctions. He stood a while observing the engines and checking their circuits. Other than being a bit dirty around their exhaust shafts there was no problems with them at all. He expected Isley to appear soon along with a whole bunch of people if this whole thing about being lead into battle by Isley wasn't some prank by the Overseers who liked teasing initiates but hearing Isley's voice behind him surely surprised him:

"You heard the transmission just then, right? I'm not losing it, right? I'm leading our squad into the Rakghoul nest, right?"

Zef stood there silently as Isley seemed a bit worried that he was going to lead the leading squad into the main nest of the Rakhghouls. It seemed it was not a joke and Zef did not know if he should be happy or worried that it wasn't. He simply chuckled at the young man's reaction to the change of orders.

"Get a hold of yourself, Captain. You've got men to lead." He mocked the Mandalorian, something typical for Zef to do. The former smuggler was having fun at Isley's worry. He imagined the young Mandalorian trembling underneath his armor and let out a slight laugh. Zef was going to continue his mocking verbal offensive on Isley but was interrupted by a familiar figure.

“I need to get my hands on one of these.”

Thanks to the helmet, which the former smuggler rarely took off, he was able to hear the silent mutter of the familiar figure in Mandalorian armor. Zef was once again surprised. It seemed ever since he "joined" the Mandalorians his days always seemed to have surprising turn of events. The familiar face in Mandalorian armor that just approached Isley and Zef, was quickly recognized by the former smuggler. It was not long ago when he had spent his free time at a good old bar. This woman had nodded to him when he had entered, Zef recalled. The former smuggler was full of questions, was she a Mandalorian undercover ? Or did she share his story of being forcefully enlisted in the Mandalorian machine ? Or was it something else ? He did not know. All he knew was that she was a legit Mandalorian now and the only way she could escape being a Mandalorian would cost her life.

"Well, I'll be damned..." Zef muttered looking at the woman, she remembered him by his armor judging by her smile. Meanwhile Isley introduced himself. The former smuggler stood beside Isley silent waiting for the woman's response.
 
27 years. That is how long the Coward killer had to wait for this, for war. All his life, even when he was not Mandalorian, and a simple savage's child, he had been preparing for this moment. Today, he had reached the beginning of his final destination, he had reached Taris. The nearly 2 meter tall being stood very still, in a 'world' thrust into motion, ants or bees who prepare to attack the bear; although these bees would be of the killer variety, they would be Mandalorian. Strapped to his back he still yet held his great Beskar Gaderrffi, and his gleaming helmet catching the glimpses of hundreds of people as they passed by him, more in an artistic awe rather than scorn or fear; most certainly not fear, Kyr would have beaten them to a pulp if that was so. These were the Mandalorians though, and the greatest war force in the galaxy unaided by mystical unseen forces, and none would fear a common beast as such that Kyr was, let alone a fellow brother. He also held in hand his slug thrower, feeling its grip in avid anticipation.

His first war to be fought, and as far as the Tusken was concerned it was his first War won. If he had the guidance of Mandalore behind him, then every enemy could be killed even if 10,000 Mandalorians had to die first, which of course was absurd; this warrior culture was not on a basis of cannon fodder, especially not on that scale. He wander his thoughts a moment and estimated from what history he had been told, that it would very most likely take well under one hundred Mandalorians to take down an ordinary Jedi or Sith Master. Despite their praise and fear, it would seem that the Galaxy for ages has forgotten the value of a Mandalorian Master. It would be soon that they remembered, and Kyr would be a part of it.

He stepped over to comrades he recognized, already bustling with activity. Zef checked his ship, Isley stood on stand by and was apparently leader of which Kyr had no objection to, and a women the alien didn't recognize.

"Hello." He grunted bluntly, in his thick and deep accent. He gave her a nod, as he assumed she would be joining them. He waited impatiently for Zef to be done, prepared to jump on the ship and blast off as quickly as possible to subjugate or eradicate the populations below, even if he knew that the unfortunate truth was that the first to die would be senseless beasts. He called to Zef.

"Do we begin?" His resonating voice carried over him, and although it might be unnoticeable, as it was more of an inhuman grunt devoid of cues as to the Tusken's emotions, he hoped that at least Zef or Isley could discern that he was impatient.
 
Halik was mildly surprised by the decision to actually concern themselves with the eradication of the rakghouls and the plague along with it. Many attempts had been made but regardless it was something that the Mandalore had been focused on making happen. Given that Taris was their first step in the ongoing conquest of the galaxy at large perhaps it was simply a way to get some people more used to war. After all, many had not been involved in the border wars with the Sith. In fact. It was likely that hundreds of thousands of Mandalorians had not seen a full blown war yet. And while the Rakghouls were no formal or armed enemy they were certainly an incredibly real and dangerous threat to be sure.

The Blooded Mandalorian was glad to leave his team to whatever it was that the Mandalore decided to send them on. They had been on the planet not too long ago so they were somewhat familiar with the hazards and most of them were well on their way to becoming Blooded themselves. He was sure that they would survive, or at least most of them without his direct leadership. Though, admittedly, he preferred to not be too direct of a hand anyways in regards to leading others. He let others jump up and excel. After all, that is how he had gained his opportunities as a younger Mandalorian soldier and virtually unknown Initiate. Without that kind of opportunity he might still be without any glory to speak of. This was just something small but it would help them he was sure.

However, stepping back and letting them do their thing was not the entire reason he had decided to request a solo mission. While the idea of gaining some glory from it was certainly a part of the reason, he was also concerned with something he had noticed while they had been scouting. Something that he imagined would certainly be overlooked in the reports. Not because it was insignificant but simply because the reality was that they would be more concerned with layout, population, the state of the rakghoul threat, and the reports on the conflict with the pirate forces. But hidden in the reports were some nuggets that Halik firmly believed needed some kind of investigation. As such he had directly reported to the Overseers that he wanted to look into it for himself. Many had looked at him with some level of confusion but regardless of that they trusted him not to waste their time too much. And if anything, his lack of presence in the conflict would have no direct effect on the outcome. Taris was essentially taken the moment the fleet entered the system. The only difference made by Halik taking on this mission was the possibility of uncovering something that may have otherwise not been looked into. That was worth the Overseers deciding that it was worth it to grant his request.

So Halik was alone on the surface. Tracking his query.
 
He was walking nervously through the halls of the ship, heading to meet his new squad. He stopped a moment to adjust his armor, which had been his father's. It still fit him a bit loosely, but it would have to do. He quickened his pace and entered the room where his squad was gathering. He used his helmet's electronics to identify his leader, Isley Verd, in his gold armor. He felt for his father's old knife, made of good old Mando iron. It was 200 years old, and had been in his family for generations, passed from father to son. He also checked his Verpine, also his father's, and then took off his helmet. He walked over to Ishley.
Nervously he greeted his new squad leader. "Verz Horak, reporting for battle vod."
 
Mia held out her hand for Isley to shake "Mia Monroe." she offered her name in response. "I'm sorry I missed the scouting mission, I had...other business to attend to. I hear you guys ran into some pirates though?"

She returned the nod from another arriving mandalorian, though his accent placed him on Tatooine, she raised an eyebrow in surprise before remembering she wasn't wearing her helmet and rearranging her face to an impassive expression. Scooping her hair up she shoved her helmet on. "Gotta wait for everyone to get here before we go running off." she told the Tatooine, no sooner had she spoke than Verz arrived and very formerly reported for duty.

As her display flickered to life and began scanning things it dawned on her that this was a very inexperienced group that had been put together. "Are we the only group heading for the nest?"

[ooc: sorry for the delay I've been ill]
 
Mirta's ship slowly disengaged from hyperspace and her view opened up to Taris. She couldn't wait. but her ship could as it slowly made its way to the bay where she was to meet her new squad leader. After a while her ship finally managed to get into the bay, where she carefully landed. She hated flying her ship.. It never seemed to respond how one would expect but it got her places. Which was more than she could say for some she had been in. She saw the group gathering and smiled, It looked like this was her squad. They were interesting. She took off her helmet and looked to the group, " Hello, Mirta Kar reporting for duty!" She managed to belt out and salute the man she assumed to be her leader. This was going to be a glourous battle she thought.
 
In response to Zef's words, Isley steeled himself with a deep breath and donned his "game face". His comrade, though taking a jab at him and Isley was certain the banter wouldn't end for several minutes, was right. He had men and women to lead into a successful operation in the name of Mandalore. With his mind in the right place, Isley calmly gave the female who had approached his full attention, reaching forward to grasp her hand and giving it a firm shake. "A pleasure Mia. You can make up for your absence with exceptional performance today....and to answer your question, yes, we're the only team going into the Rakghoul nest."

As he concluded his sentence, he was greeted by the sight of another one of his trusted comrades: a Tusken Mandalorian by the nickname Kyr. A grin formed upon Isley's face at the mere sight of him, the operation would be a cake walk with the "dream team" assembled. As Kyr approached, Isley released Mia's hand and gave his comrade a solid thump on the shoulder in greeting; though, from the way he looked at Zef's ship and his inquiry....Isley could sort of discern that his comrade was a tad impatient.

"Not yet," he answered, "when the bombardment of the surface is complete, we'll be heading down."

Once more, another addition came to the growing group: a young Initiate that Isley did not recognize. There was just a hint of nervousness to the young man, named Verz Horak, as he addressed him and Isley placed a hand upon the youth's shoulder. "Welcome to the squad Verz, this is Zef," he motioned to the sarcastic ex-smuggler, "Kyr," he motioned to the Tusken of few words, "and Mia." he motioned to the woman. "Take a seat, we'll be heading out soon."

And finally entered the last addition to their growing squad thus far: a ship which exited hyperspace nearby and clunked its way into the hangar bay in order to deposit a single warrior. She boldly greeted the group and rendered a salute...though Isley had no clue why she took off her helmet. Nonetheless, he returned the gesture and nodded.

"Welcome Mirta."

With the gang all present, Isley looked to all those under his command. Now was the time for one of those heroic speeches that would get the blood boiling..."Listen up everyone!" he began, using his 'commander' voice. "When the bombardment is done, we're heading down to the biggest Rakghoul Den that Taris has to offer. Our directive is to kill every last one of those plague-infested monsters...And here I thought they'd give us a challenge!" he added that as a confidence booster, "Let us bring honor and glory to our clans, let us bring honor and glory to our leader, let us bring honor and glory to our beloved homeworld! For Mandalore, WE FIGHT!"

He elevated his fist and bellowed the final words, half expecting his squad to look at him like a moron...and half expecting them to cheer and get pumped up. Whichever the case, he prayed their reaction was swift, as the bombing was about to begin...
 

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Jorn was scared out of his mind. this would be the first planetairy assalt that he would be in. he has gone through face to face combat and has trained for the day when he can prove himself to be in the ranks of the Mandalorians. after they came out of hyperspace. he went to his footlocker on the ship and retreved his 2 vibor swords and a blaster pistol. grabed his helmet and left. as he was walking to the hanger he heard a single voice ring out through the halls of the ship. he had heard his voice before couldnt place a name. and at the time he didnt know where to go.

Jorn followed the voice and walked into the hanger and saw who was speeking. Isely Verd. as he moved close to him he shouted in a voice full of determineation "Let us bring honor and glory to our clans, let us bring honor and glory to our leader, let us bring honor and glory to our beloved homeworld! For Mandalore, WE FIGHT!" it was not even a second later that everybody was cheering and whooping. he felt alone and after it was over he walked up to Isely and said "sir i was assined to be in your comand, but it looks like i was alittle late"

even as he said it he knew he was in deep trouble for being late. in his mind he was kicking himself in the rear.
 
Kyr was appreciative of Isley's greeting, and nodded as he spoke to him. He was noticing though, that along with the main group who often served well together, was being introduced to new faces that the Tusken hadn't thought of to anticipate. He was getting a little nervous with the amount of people in the same squad, but he figured the more the better. Isley made a speech, that had a hint of cheesiness to it, but none the less the Tusken let out a good yell, hoping to encourage the others to do the same; he hoped that it did anyway. Behind him he heard yet another approach, he turned to listen to the Mandalorian brother as he walked up to the good ol' Isley.

"Just fire first." He warned the initiate. He was one himself, but he thought of himself as something more. He probably could be more after this day, it was probably very clear to the others, he wasn't exactly like the others. All Mandalorians were skilled, but people like tech-savvy Isley, hardy Zef, and ruthless Tusken Kyr simply did not stay unbloodied for long. Halik too, had room to advance. Kyr could very easily seem him becoming an Overseer, he just hoped that when that happened he would remain in the War as a warrior, rather than a teacher and strategist. He would assume that those traits would apply today, but then again he had assumed that on other missions he had been involved in. Regardless, the Tusken had a war to fight, and he was very ready. This war was long overdue, it was about time the Mandalorians turned it in.

"Isley, our group grows. You will lead well." He patted his fellow in return. He was one of the few he fully accepted, and befriended with well. He was a true Mandalorian, a rare sight even in Mandalorian space. Many of us claim the title, but with sheer will Isley earns it, along with Kyr's respect. The only other who could earn it as he does would be Halik, and he was a bit saddened he would be joining them immediately. He trusted Zef too, but he felt that he was too much a smuggler still. The others wouldn't have to prove to the Coward ki ller whether or not they had the brawn to keep their claim as a Mandalorian, he would make sure of that when assisting Isley lead.
 

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Jorn heard looked over to the side of him where a voice said "shoot first" he looked at him and from the way he stood to the tone of his voice he could tell that he was higher up than he was. Jorn put his helmet on as the brother mandalorian proceded to say "Isely, our group grows. you will lead well" fearing that he would be introuding in their space he took a step back and had a newfound sight of his boots. to keep himself occupied he would check his bandolier of grenades and his pistol. as if it might be stolen.

he looked around and saw other mandalorians but noticed that there was only one female. as he wondered about who she might be and how there is a woman among the ranks of them.
 
Verz cheered with Kyr, feeling the first hints of adrenaline in his mind at the thought of battle. It as going to be the first war since his father's th, and he was dermined to make his father's spirit proud. He gripped the handle of his knife, wondering what fate awaited him. Would he become a hero of legend? Or become a corpse, rotting on his first campaign?
 
Around Isley had formed a decent crowd the size of a typical military squad but full of fresh meat. All Initiates along with an Initiate leader. Some were bathed in blood more than the others, some were hardened more than the others, some were more Mandalorians than others but still all were far from being hardened warriors, something that described the Blooded rank of the Mandalorians. The rank that came after the Initiate rank. Well Zef was certainly not bathed in blood as the Tusken Raider Kyr but he was a very tough cookie and an experienced scoundrel that had cheated death numerous times. He wasn't Mandalorian as Isley was and looking at all the others around him probably he was the one that was less Mandalorian. Despite that he was probably tougher than all the others around him and most likely more cunning, he owed that to his past.

Looking around squad he realized there were two females amongst them - Mia Monroe, the woman that he had met at the smuggler's den and the same woman that had raised a lot of questions in Zef's mind, and Mirta Kar, the other woman which had just arrived with a ship and seemed prepared and motivated for the upcoming mission. The other member of the squad went by the name of Verz Horak and he looked as a Mandalorian since birth, which used to be the common way one to be a Mandalorian in thousands of years before but now people were also "assimiliated" into the Mandalorian culture which proved quite succesful, this of course did not delete the Mandalorians that were by heritage because they, obviously, are the base of the Mandalorians (<- Captain Obvious here.).

On the other hand Isley seemed to boost his own spirits after Zef had verbally jabbed him. One thing Zef knew were that leader were born in action not by being lectured in classrooms and Isley was a living proof of that. Under heavy pressure of the burden of leadership on his shoulders, Isley was able to show the potential of becoming a leader by not crumbling under the pressure. It was this way that leaders were born and this way was the way that showed if one was capable of leading men or was he not. The Initiate leader continued with the brief of the mission and their objective calmly and finished with a motivational booming voice that raised the spirits of the squad, the squad which in return echoed his words "For Mandalore". Except for Zef, of course. He simply remained there and smirked under his breath. He was liking this and was having fun.

By the time Isley had finished another Mandalorian had sprung up. He surprised Zef by his militaristic ethics. While Isley and the Tusken Raider of little words were appreciating their friendship, it was the new Mandalorian that had interrupted them. Kyr, who rarely talked and when he did his words sounded as he was grunting, offered a short advice to the new Mandalorian. Very considerate of Kyr. The Tusken Raider then reassured Isley that he would do well as a leader. Zef was always curious of Kyr as he knew barely anything about the Tusken Raiders and found them interesting thus he always kept his eyes on Kyr and his actions. As the squad's morale was raised by Isley's motivational speech, typical for a Mandalorian that led his brethren to battle, the former smuggler realized that the new Mandalorian hadn't introduced himself. Turning himself towards their latest squad addition (Jorn Mair, that's you), he said:

"It'd be a good idea to give us a name." Zef then continued with a typical for his personality remark. "Don't worry though, I have seen unnamed tombstones before."
 

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as Jorn heard another speek to him. he turned towards the man. realizing he was asking for his name he spoke direclty to him with as much determination as possabul. "My name is Jorn Mair. I am a new Initiate that was assined to Isely's comand. and im planing on not getting a tomb. do you have no faith that i will last today?" he felt dozons of eyes on him sizing him up. he looked only at the man who asked him and contiued to speek. saying "i was late and i will take whatever punishment is given to me. i will accept that." there was a sudden chill down his spine as he said that. remembering from his past abot being late.

he was late to get home and he saw his mother being drowned by a man clad in red robes. he was to scared to do anything and so his mother was murdered. after the man finished he saw him standing in the door way and walked past him. from then on he was keen on finding that man and getting his revenge. feeling eyes on him standing there he blinked back into reality. seeing the man before him. he looked very dangerous. he knew that the man obviously used cunning and deception rather than brute strenght. and in return asked the Mandalorian "what is your name i have never seen you before?"
 
Verz watched Zef talking with Jorn. He had never met the man, but the readout of the squad in his HUD told him who Jorn was. Another Initiate. One who seemed to either hallucinate or have flashbacks. Or he simply had had too much spice. Verz didn't care about the cause, as long as Jorn was an effective soldier, he could have been a nerf for all he could care. Good soldiers meant the squad was effective. And Mandalore needed good squads to take out these shabla Rakghouls.
 
From the depths of the void a lone ship snapped into sight amidst the Mandalorian fleet - a single Nebula-class star destroyer in obvious disrepair came hurtling from the webway of Hyperspace, and admittedly activated collision alarms on a large number of vessels; for good reason too. The compact ship nearly took out a frigate but managed to adjust it's trajectory at the last second.

Around the unsightly vessel was a haze of dirt and shrubbery, as though it had recently been buried, or had left atmosphere in a hurry and somehow managed to jump to hyperspace near the surface. Either way, even as the fleet's weapons adjusted to bracket the newcomer, it broadcast old authentication codes; very high clearance ones.

Old codes would, in a better galaxy, definitely be cause for alarm. In a galaxy just finding itself again, however? Well, you never knew who might have shown up from the depths of the nascent galactic community. While no identification was given for the commander of the vessel, two things were certain; it was old, and it was Mandalorian.

On the bridge, Emberli stood with a straight back and observed the fleet. He knew the Mandalorians would be here... but he'd not expected them to be set up to bombard the surface. That would render the planet unlivable for centuries to come; he prayed they weren't going to do what he thought they were.

Opening a channel to the nearest ship, which housed the assault party incidentally, Emberli speaks, his voice the rumble of a distant avalanche lumbering down a mountainside. "Where are we needed?"
 

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