For the Glory of Mandalore: Taris

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn forgetting about the other mandalorian, then saw the new mandalorian look alike ship. and not a second later he heard a voice in his helmet saying "were are we needed" knowing that he had no say with this debate he looked to everyone else to see if they would answer the new mysterious voice.

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz activated his long range comm.
"If I may ask, what is your name vod?"

 

[Lina Djo]

So, this was it? A relatively large group of initiates, but initiates nonetheless, would be the ones to go down to the nest. Despite her misgivings, she cheered with the others, as excitement began to bubble inside her. She had faith in the Rebuilder and faith in her fellow mandalorians, and that was enough to quite her doubts about their survival.

She rolled her eyes at the latecomer and Zeff’s seemingly successful attempt to wind him up. “Even named men can end up in nameless tombs.” She muttered, yet before she could warn Zeff to leave the man alone a new voice cut across all their comms.

She moved from the squad to a viewport to get a good look at the new arrival. The vessel was old, so old it reminded her of Jaxx’s own ship. “Only an old man would command such an old ship.”

 

[Carbon]

At the crew pits around Emberli, the air audibly stilled as a collective breath was held, awaiting his response to a name. Once, long ago, no one cared for his real name; they only cared for the achievements he'd earned. The question now was would he give his real name, a nickname... or his title? Or, perhaps more accurately, what had once been his title.

Knowing nothing of the current Mandalorian political landscape or even of the galaxy, he narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. Before Chaos reigned he'd had a lover, another Mandalorian and one of the few Pureblooded Sith remaining in the galaxy - she'd always called him Bear. That'd do.

"Call me Bear. And not as old as I should be." There's a hint of humor beneath the rumbling of his voice. "Please... tell me you aren't about to bombard the surface into the stone age." Looking at the city-world below, he couldn't fathom a reason to bombard it once more; unless the Rakghouls were back, but that hardly seemed likely. So far as he knew, they'd become extinct before the Death Star had ever been destroyed.

Frankly, he wondered what the basis for this fleet coming together was.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn with out thinking then said to Bear "that was the plan and then the unit you just contacted, us, were going into the planet of taris to get rid of the Raks that were under the surface during the bobbardment. why do you ask do you have another plan?"

 

[Verz Horak]

As the group was talking, the open comm chirped with a message. The bombardment had begun!
Verz waited to make sure everyone got the mesage, the shouted out:
"For Mandalore the Rebuilder, for Mandalore, and for our ancestors, we fight!"

 

[Lina Djo]

"Sorry old Bear. Rakghoul's are back and in full force. Bombarment is unavoidable."

As the bombardment began and Verz shouted further encouragement, Mia took a moment to think of Jaxx of all he had taught her and given her. Today she fought for him. "Oya!" she shouted, before boarding the ship that would carry them down to the surface.

She linked up the Bear and said "Come play old bear. We could do with the help."

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz boarded the same transport as Mia, and he studied the Bear's armor and his ship. Something about both seemed familiar, from a holonet show maybe? he was deep in thought about it while the transport filled up.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn went abord the transport. knowing that facing the rakgoul would be harder than it sounds. They were going into their turf and he needed to be ready. keeping his rifle in his hands swords on his back and a pistol on his hip he felt prepaired. he turned to look at the people that he was meating for the first time. Jorn saw helmets staring at him because he was at the doors and would be the first out. He just hoped that he wouldne be dead first.

 

[Carbon]

Emberli simply blinked faintly at the fact that Rakghouls were, in fact, back. "But. . . they were extinct, at least on Taris. Even if they came back; but it doesn't explain why you're destroying a perfectly good city-world. I highly doubt the planetary authorities couldn't keep this contained."

None of this made any sense to him. But if one thing was for sure, whoever was Mandalore wasn't working off of good information. "Cease this bombardment; now. I want to see scouting reports of this."

Yeah, ordering something like that was over his head a bit, but it didn't matter. The Mandalorians were a clan, and if anyone here knew what was good for them they'd simply hand over the requested information. They didn't have time for honor duels.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

"I personally scouted Taris. The beasts remain. But I see reason to what you say. Taris shall burn for Mandalore. Let us leave brothers, let us fight!" A fist into the air as the Tusken jumped into the Transport and awaited for the short wait down. Tonight, he would be bloodied. Tonight, he would make the enemy bloodied, very bloodied. The words of his brother pained him in a way he couldn't express. People did live down there, and people would die if the bombardment proceeded as planned. But then he supposed that if the Rakgoul problem had been permenantly solved, then perhaps it was justified. Perhaps it was a nessisary evil for the benefit of all of Mandalore. Soon though his thoughts began to cease, as adrenaline was beginning to take over.

"Come brother, Taris shall welcome us as all words have: on their knee's." He stated proudly to this 'Bear'.

 

[Lina Djo]

"Sacrifices must ne made for the greater good! You want to question it, take it to the Rebuilder, I'm sure he'll welcome the wisdom of an old man." Mia snapped through the comm, the last of her sentence oozing with sarcasm. It was a cold and hard universe and with this bombardment was the only way the Rakghouls would be destroyed. No ground assault against these creatures would be successful on its own.
She had no patience for the soft hearted, not today. Today was a day for those with strong hearts and quick hands. Hesiatation and second guessing was not an option. Once everyone was loaded onto the transport it left the hanger bay and may into the stars. Mia moved up to the bridge where the planeyts surface could be seen, the bombardment had already begun, even if bear stopped it, the damage had already begun.

"Five minutes and we'll be on the surface." the pilot told her. Nodding she moved back into the rear of the ship and found herself a seat.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur" she said softly.

[ooc: translation - today is a good day for someone else to die.]

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz heard her comment in his helmet.
"Very true sister. Very true."
Again his mind drifted to the Bear. He seemed familiar, but where he was from evaded his mind like a good stealth soldier. No matter. He refocused on the coming battle.

 

[Carbon]

Emberli leaned forward towards the railing on the bridge of his vessel, gripping the metal tightly within his crushgaunts to the point of nearly shattering it. "He'd better well listen - we're warriors, warriors value honor and experience. This 'Rebuilder' would do well to listen to people seeking to advise him. And right now he's hardly living up to his name."

Almost immediately, the line went dead and Emberli made his way down towards the hangar bay. A shuttle was already being prepared for him to go speak to this new Mandalore. They could go to the planet themselves and find there were no Rakghouls, or if there were, that there weren't as many expected.

He knew, for a fact, the planet had rid itself of them centuries ago. Now all that would remain of the city-world would be ruins and bodies, again. History was repeating itself. Except instead of the Sith destroying Taris, it was the Mandalorians, who'd become fanatics instead of professional soldiers.

This was truly a dark day.

Stepping aboard the shuttle, Emberli took a seat and hung his head in contemplation. I can't believe it's come to this.

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz felt a jolt as the transport hit vacuum. Finally, they were going to fight. Even if it was pathetic beasts. A fight is a fight. He held his Verpine as carefully as one would hold their own child. He didn't care if the others saw him do this. Let them see. A warrior's weapon was his- or her- life. All sorts of thoughts raced as the transport descended through the atmosphere, towards the Rakghoul nest. Finally. Time to fight a war.

 

[Lina Djo]

"Two minutes" called the pilot, signalling it was time to get ready.

"Open comms," Mia said "We move forward in a line formation so nothing gets past us."
The transport touched down at the nest entrance. "Move!" she yelled at the squad waiting for them to all get off the transport before following. The transport took off, leaving them alone. She waited until she could no longer hear its engines, carefully checking the readings from her HUD. "Seems awfully quiet for a nest entrance, bombardment or not." she said before signalling them to move forward into the nest.

[ooc: as no one has taken squad command yet I thought I might]

 

[Lance of Dreams]

"It is true, I admit first coming here that there were few of these beasts," Kyr said as he performed recon duties some distance away from Mia. "But keep aware, they are here." In his head though the Tusken was replaying Emberli's words again and again, and it sowed doubt in his mind as to whether or not Mandalore the Rebuilder was in their best interest. Burning a world for... for what exactly? A few beasts rendered harmless by an ordinary Mandalorian? He shook his head at the thought that he could have doubt in the physical manifestation of the Mandalorian culture. He held his only "long ranged" weapon of his entire arsenal, and supplied it with a fresh clip of energy for any confrontations about to emerge.

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz pulled up a map of the area in the corner of his HUD. It was quiet. Too quiet for a supposed nest. The Rakghouls weren't that smart, were they?
"Where are the beasts? There should be some on guard here?"
He swept his blaster from side to side looking for any foes who would dare approach the squad.

 

[Bendak Garett]

Suddenly, out of the blue, in Taris orbit, an aging Crusader-class Corvette materialised. It was completely random and up to chance, and quite possibly the biggest coincedence of the century.

It's commander, a one Bendak Garett, gripped the arms of his command chair tightly as sparks flew and an electrical fire burned. Smoke was filling the open bridge rather rapidly. "Extinguish that fire," he roared, turning his helmeted head to the startled bridge crew. One of them who dared to make eye contact (Or in this case; helmet contact) gulped and nodded, climbing out of his seat and grabbing a silver canister that was labeled 'extinguisher'.

The hissing extinguisher got to work as Bendak peeled himself off the chair and turned to face another man. "Status report," he growled before looking out of the cracked viewport and onto the planet Taris. We made it, the huge Mandalorian thought.

Bendak's relief was interrupted by the man he'd ask moments before for a status update. "Ship power is nearly non-existant. All weapons and shields are offline. We lost all of the starboard escape pods. Hull breaches detected all over the crew quarters. We're losing oxygen slowly. Pretty grim..." There was a long pause before, "Sir, you'd better come look at this."

Walking over, Bendak bent over the man and peered at the computer console. That can't be right, he thought. A fleet was being displayed on the monitor, with all ships considered unrecognisable by the onboard computer, save for one. What was strange was the Mandalorian markings on all of them. The mandalorian fleet was just destroyed back at Mandalor, Bendak thought, jaw wide open. "Try to open up a comm channel with the recognised ship." That ship happened to be Emberli's.

 

[Carbon]

The targeting computers on Emberli's vessel automatically recognized the corvette that appeared behind the fleet, although none of the crew knew how to respond to the fact that it was a ship the Nebula could identify. However, if that ship was old as it appeared to be, then the crew knew exactly what to do.

They patched the comms through to the shuttle Em was on.

Hearing the click of a connection being established, Emberli raised a brow. "This is Emberli Garett. Identify."