Public [GA | MP | others] Caldera Crisis - Fallout

[Ordo]

SUDDENLY MANDALORIANS!!!

The T-shape of His visor reflected the rays of the Tarisian sun as the Large Mandalorian flew through a cloud as mind numbing speed. Had He heard the call and mysteriously appeared to rend, sunder, and destroy! Absolutely not. He had been in the cockpit of the Yavin-Class Fighter as soon as he saw the large Netherworld ship enter orbit. The Keldabe class battlecruiser disgorged its swarm of various ships in the void of high orbit to attempt to help reduce the incoming rain of ships while Ordo had headed into thee atmosphere.

And That's where he received the call from Mia Monroe and the cinnamon roll Liorra . His thumbs depressed the trigger mechanism as He barrel rolled and painted streams of laser cannon fire across the hulls of the unwelcomed drop pods. He had loved his time on Taris even if the place had been a cesspool of corporate greed for a time and He would not see it's people turned into more delivery vestors for the spread of this despicable disease.

"This is Ordo," He said in definitely mandalorian that you could click and read like a boss, "I've got you. Making another flyby at your 10 o'clock bound north by north east."

Pew pew pew pew pew.

ZzoooooooooooOOOooooom!

Pew pew pew.

 

[Dresden]

Location: Streets
Objective: Survive
Tags: Open
Equipment: In Bio
Status: Friendly to GA

Blaster wound to left shoulder - skin burned, armor breach. Damage to lungs from smoke inhalation, energy fading. Vision failing.

Dresden struggled to maintain focus as he sat with his back against a destroyed civilian vehicle. He coughed hard, tasting blood. His face twisted in anger and annoyance as he forced himself upright and to his feet, his knees shaking and legs weak, mustering the willpower to peek around his small sanctuary. Leveling his pistol, he squeezed the trigger and felt the recoil in his wrists, his shot landing center mass upon an exposed soldier. They fell to the ground, unmoving. A volley of blaster bolts roared in response as Dresden fell back into cover, a small chuckle escaping him before another coughing fit struck.

"Come on... you can get out of here... "

He was fully aware this could be his end. A man wishing to chase his own destiny, throwing himself into the unbiased maw of warfare; a beastly thing made fat with the bodies of so many before Dresden, and many more to come. He was a liar, a thief, a bad business man willing to betray even this moment for another stack of credits, or a few.

He wasn't here to bring real honor or peace, despite what he believed. His nature was that of a stinging insect, willing to attack the hand that feeds them. Or helps them.

For now he would believe this lie he tells himself, pushing onward towards what is ultimately a greater good for all that live and breathe. Only those on the right side of history tend to benefit.

Slamming the back of his helmet against his cover, he forced himself back up once more, looking around to find any possible way out of his predicament. Nearby to his left was an alleyway, close enough for Dresden to take a chance and run. He needed to find somewhere to gather his senses and take the next step towards getting rid of his attackers. Without hesitation, the mercenary painfully threw himself towards his gamble at salvation, sprinting hard, clearing away from the chaos.

His lungs burned, his throat closing almost as he struggled to take in breaths, he tore off his helmet to vomit. Bile burned his tongue, his mouth left bitter. He spit on the ground, finally able to be aware in the moment. Looking back towards where he came from, he could see blaster bolts still streaking by, the vehicle peppered and torn to pieces as its frame was further deformed and heated by frequent assault. Using this opportunity, Dresden ran the opposite direction, sliding his helmet back upon his head, stopping as he leaned around the alley's corner, noting a lack of a presence.

Slowly, he emerged, scanning either end of the adjacent street, pushing once again in the direction of the hostiles, attempting to find a better angle.

He wouldn't die that easily. Not to the likes of the Sith.

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

Raphael had been providing relief and aid, to those that he could, and otherwise giving medical equipment and paraphernalia where needed otherwise. He'd helped a lost child reunite with his family, helped a woman to find where the food was being served and gave her a little extra. There was much more work than he'd been anticipating and he was consistently running back and forth between various medical tents.

Logistics wasn't an issue, a helper droid, along with a good head for numbers, was making sure that he stayed well ahead of what was needed and avaiable. The problem he was having was one he'd never really encountered before: refugees.

Foor someone who was a jedi, it felt strange to not be used to refugees. Nar Shaddaa, after all, was full of the displaced and discarded, but those quickly faded into the underworld, in one way or another. These were a people already beaten by the war. He'd been on Korriban and seen the people that lived there. How they were lower on the caste system of the sith, and seen the opulence that the force sensitives there. It was like a bitter play. These people, though, were those effected by the tactics the sith used... Feeding them, medicine... the hollow look in their eyes. It broke his heart.

He was assisting one of the relief workers with distributing medicine when suddenly he felt something familiar. And dark. They were coming. Again.

"Go." He said. "We need to start evacuations, as quickly as possible." The nurse looked at him, as he headed for the flap of the tent. "I'm not joking. We need to get these people out of here."

 

[Ranna Sejast]

Interacting with: Raphael Gallustrade Ellie Omera
Armor, Blasters​

A siren sounded its lone and sorrowful wail to bring Ranna up short. Then another joined it and she swore one of the first Mandalorian words she'd learned. "Osik." She hadn't had a chance to talk to any of the doctors yet, it didn't look like she'd get to. They were tired, the camp was full of the weary and wounded and Ranna knew it was the last place she'd want to defend. Once the enemy was inside the mess of tents and shelters would be pandemonium even without the thousands of ready victims that couldn't escape. A nearby worker mentioned evacuation and she nearly scoffed at him when a thought struck her. "The hospital ship in orbit, it's still mostly empty. And they had a lot of shuttles."

Pulling her blasters without realizing she'd gotten to talk to a Jedi, she headed outside and looked up to see the first of the pods breaching the atmosphere to leave fiery trails across the sky. Briefly her mind flashed back to Noris, another invasion, another desperate evacuation. She blinked and her macrobinocular viewplate zoomed in on the pods that didn't leave streaks, the ones wreathed in fire as they drew closer. Setting her vision back to normal, she keyed her comm. "Ranna to all points in the camp, tell me someone thought to set up AA."

 

[Vincenzo Krugar]

----------------------Objective 3 ---------------------
Location: Meeting hall

Krugar's focus shifted abruptly, lured away by the faint rhythmic beeping of his comm-link. Politely excusing himself from the table, he made his way toward a quiet nook in the room. "Krugar here, report," he whispered, careful not to disrupt the ongoing discussions. Yet, his attention strayed from the squad captain's now-muted voice, his companion on this world who had separated from the main force of Krugar's company. Amid the ambient sounds of people moving, he only caught the word 'DropPods,' disregarding the rest while overhearing the mention that 'They're coming.'

On those words, Krugar swiftly left the room, re-establishing the link with the soldiers accompanying him. //Viktor, gather your men and meet me at the entrance; it appears they have come to us.\\ The link buzzed with affirmations as he quickened his pace toward the building's entrance, periodically glancing out of windows to better comprehend the unfolding situation.

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//\\ repersent comm chatter

Valery Noble Aloy Vizsla Cessair Ideon Casteban Mecetti Jenn Kryze | Others.

 

[Casteban Mecetti]

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Casteban stood, his gaze cast back and forth across the chamber.

"I have my Executive Shuttle here. Is it safe to evacuate, or should we remain here?"

It had been many years since Casteban had served in the Mecetti House Guard Navy. He had little appetite for combat now, at his age. This was another situation with Maldor as the root cause. Had the boy not ruined his standing in the Alliance, he would be here, now. The young man was vibrant, limber, and eager for such situations as were now unfolding.

Oother than Casteban's pilot, he had no forces here. No support.

This meeting was not supposed to descend into chaotic combat.

"I need a situation report!"

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Valery Noble , Kahlil Noble , Mia Monroe , Aloy Vizsla , Cessair Ideon , Jenn Kryze , Jasper Kai'el , Derron Daks , and additional participants

 

[Derron Daks]

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DDSI Security personnel rushed into the room, distinctive in the orange color that DDSI seemed to prefer. With them, they carried an EVA suit, and Derron began to strip off his executive suit and change into the protected garment right there in front of everyone. If he had any physical modesty or concern for presenting his large Yakan physique to others, it was not apparent. Only his briefs prevented a pornographic unveiling as he shrugged off one set of clothes and put on another.

"The Horizon is not primarily a combat ship," he said as he swiftly buckled on the Environmental Suit, "But is armed for self-defense purposes, and carries a number of armed craft. I also have a quantity of security personnel aboard, two here with me, and an armed carryall outside.

If there is anything I can do to help secure this site, please do not hesitate to say so."

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Valery Noble , Kahlil Noble , Mia Monroe , Aloy Vizsla , Cessair Ideon , Jenn Kryze , Jasper Kai'el , Derron Daks , and additional participants

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Taris
| Objective | Sally out and meet the threat

Naturally skeptical of the Force and its whispers as she was, Jenn knew to trust in her friend. As soon as she saw the Grandmaster stumbling into her husband, she knew something was wrong - and the explosions that followed merely confirmed that gut feeling. Turning towards the pair of honor guards at her side, she gave them an upnod, drawing her beskad and pointing towards the exit. "Ruusaan, call Karrys for reinforcements - we need the rest of the Owls with us. Henryk, you get boots on the ground, feed as much information on the situation to the insertion team."

The armored warriors were quick to acknowledge her orders with but a nod each, hurrying out of the building. For her part, the Alor clapped her hand against Aloy Vizsla 's shoulder, turning to face her properly. "Here is your chance to fight with the Nite Owls once more, ner'vod. It would be my honor to count you among our numbers, if only for today."

And with that, she removed her hand from the woman's shoulder, and activated her vambrace mounted shield, hurrying on out after her warriors. The politicians and businessmen could figure their safety out on their own. There were monsters to slay and people to save, good to be done and glory to be gained... and her beskad called for blood. With sword and shield in hand, she truly was a living embodiment of those old tales of warrior-knights of the past, charging out to lead from the frontlines.

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Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Mia Monroe Cessair Ideon Jasper Kai'el ​

 

[Lehvi Vass]

Objective III - Dangerous Times

It seemed too good to be true.

The unaligned worlds- and the Mandalorians- coming together. Pledging to pool their forces. Working towards a common goal. Politics were not...politics as usual

Then he stiffened, the wrongness in the Force seeping into the atmosphere. The Sword of the Jedi, confirmed his misgivings with two simple words:

"They're coming."

The room instantly burst into action, which was a blessing. Had this been the Galactic Senate, they'd probably still be debating if there were drop pods, how they may be threat, and what the zombie's point of view was.

But no, these...these were warriors. They took stock of the situation, and acted accordingly.

Lehvi appreciated that.

Hastily gathering his notes, he ran out of the conference room; the two Akk Riders who had been standing by the doors jumped slightly as their clan brother moved with urgency they hadn't seen since he became a Representative.

"The Bogan has come into the city", he started. "They spread this...dead man abomination through the star-ways. And they bring it here, to Taris- a pre-emptive assault to thwart our righteous quest."

"Go get to the shuttle. Bring it here, and monitor the comms- we go where it's hot.

They turned to leave, but Lehvi stopped them, pinning his gaze on the younger Akk Rider.

"And give me Lucille, I'll need that."

He looked confused, Lehvi simply raised his hand. His saber- a possession he had cherished for twenty years- came sailing into his hand. He had missed it- statesmen shouldn't carry weapons so openly and brazenly.

But today, right now?

Lehvi Vass was a warrior once more.

Jenn Kryze | Cessair Ideon | Vincenzo Krugar | Aloy Vizsla | Mia Monroe | Casteban Mecetti | Derron Daks | Jasper Kai'el | Talon Barova | Allyson Locke | Makko Vyres | Liorra | Kahlil Noble | Valery Noble

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

"Jedi?" Aloy called to Valery Noble in concern, though noble's answer was perhaps more grim than simple injury.

"They're coming."

The very air shuddered under the weighty shock of explosions and drop pods breaking atmosphere then, prompting Aloy to quickly throw her helm on and draw a pair of disruptor pistols. Meanwhile, her neural link was already patching her into the Black Fleet's comm channels.

::Admiral, we have enemy ships launching drop pods!::

::I see that. All ships are to engage the pods, now! cover fleeing civilian ships if you can, but your primary objective is to prevent the infection at it's source::
She couldn't save all of them, she had become uncomfortably well aware of this during the civil war, but she had also become increasingly aware that the path to few casualties on her side was pathed in enemy casualties. If they could kill fast enough, at least.

Though she planned on a defensive course as well.
::Send the marines to shore as well, establish a landing zone by shuttle and move the survivors there so we can evacuate them at a later time. And... and tell Tan'yill Vizsla not to come until that LZ is secure. If I fall before then, The Black Fleet will need a leader in my stead::


When she looked up, most were leaving or had already left to join the fray, with few having stopped to direct their forces on how to proceed. She supposed that was one thing Apollyon had done for her at least; The traitor had made her quick to adapt tactics and her men were better off for it.

Jenn Kryze was one of a few voices to cut through the chaos and information being processed by the Vizsla, grabbing her by the shoulder which made the fang-painted helm snap towards the Kryze in the way only a gunslinger that lived on the edge would.

"Here is your chance to fight with the Nite Owls once more, ner'vod. It would be my honor to count you among our numbers, if only for today."

"Right," She exhaled steadily to refocus herself, marching behind Kryze. It would be the first time in over a decade that she followed another into battle, though the whole of Viper Team followed behind her in kind.
"This would have been fortunate timing, if not for the populated location"

 

[Liorra]

Liorra acknowledged Mia's nod and pushed forward aiming for the nearest drop pod in sight. She couldn't punch through it and risk there being anything that would be left behind. She also couldn't just let it fall, and decided to simply focus on the nearest pod in sight. Fists together she had them in front of her. She caught sight of a fighter, and when it didn't fire she assumed it was friendly. "Uyaluka bal hettir rala akaanir narir borarir mhi liser gaanaylir mayen ibac cuyir hac'iryu." Lio mentioned over comms, her voice distorted by the modulator and the wind. The question of course what to tag the pods with she didn't have any beacons on her. "Rejorhaa'ir akaanir Ni cuyir slanar at uyaluka latr ti tracyn." Kicking ahead of Mia, Lio approached the first drop pod and threw down her gauntlets. Hands free, she placed her hands against the pods side and focused, Liorra poured her anger into what she wanted.

Manipulating the thermal energies around her and in the pod itself she generated enough eat within it that it began to glow where her hands had been. "Ibac cuyir evaar'la Ni tid'ica at o'aryihida bic bat tracyn a ibac borarir Ni diba'a." She wanted it to be on fire, to set it on fire but all she had done was manipulate its own energies and through the Force made the pod's metal heat up where her hands had been. Kicking away, she headed toward the next pod and wondered if she'd even need to touch it at all. Thermokinesis hadn't been one of the abilities she had known growing up, and it seemed that by channeling her own rage. Lio was developing such an ability.

Mia Monroe | Ordo ​

 

[Drego Ruus]

They were here.​

Drop pods and shuttles full of undead were sent down towards Taris with only one purpose — to wreak as much havoc as possible. It was no coordinated army or a proper invasion force, but it was more than enough to cause chaos on such a densely populated world.

And there it was. What had been a light meeting, was now a war party.

Drego didn't go anywhere without his gear. It was the simple fact of being a Mandalorian. With his speeder parked just outside of the meeting room, Drego grabbed his shotgun, and got to work. In a way, it was nice to be fighting alongside the jedi once more.Since The Great Hyperspace War, relations had soured between the Mandos and the Jedi, and yet...

They always made a great team.


Grabbing his shotgun, her burst forth from the assembly building and immediately blitzed towards the enemy formation, lobbing an HE grenade into one of the drop pods, before rushing towards it with reckless abandon.

"Tanya, prep the War Dog. I wanna give that boy a test run."

<Yes sir! Dropping now!>

From above, a light walker fell right in front of him, immediately engaging the drop pod with relentless blaster fire, as Drego climbed inside, and got to work. 40mm mortars fired off at an adjacent shuttle, hoping to slow down the horde. This wasn't an attack with a purpose, it was a fear tactic.

Time to show them the Protectors don't frighten so easily.

 

[Jonyna Si]

​

Objective I: Rescue the Fallen
Tag: Minerva Fhirdiad

The evacuation and reconstruction had been well underway. Beetle Construction had gotten their foothold, and were holding it well. Had she not gotten a call from the Dawnbreaker that Taris was under attack, she'd be looking for more survivors. Now, she was looking for one person in particular.

The Ladybug airspeeder zipped through the air, approaching an old stadium that had been a battleground less than a few minutes ago.

"Talon company!" Jonyna called out over the loudspeaker. "This is Jedi Knight Jonyna Si, here for pick up. I need you and your men to load up into the Roc's as soon as possible. Taris is under attack, we need to move!"

The trip back to the Dawnbreaker was a quiet one. Jonyna had offered the men of Minerva's company a drink as they loaded up, knowing they still had a mission to do. She had called up Ashley Nevermore to take up Talon Company's spot in the reclaiming of the planet, but that still left the problem at hand.

Hyperspace was a strange thing. A trip only a few systems over was at hand, and yet Jonyna couldn't help but feel nervous abandoning her people on Celenon. Still, the work needed to be done.

As the Dawnbreaker came into the orbit, they saw the frigates acting as motherships for the drop pods.

"Minerva, you wanna crash someone's party?" Jonyna said with an old sense of glee to the crazy thought of crashing headfirst into the frigate full of zombies.

Tag: Yes. All of y'all.
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[Jasper Kai'el]

Taris
Tags: Jonyna Si , Jenn Kryze , Aloy Vizsla , Valery Noble , Kahlil Noble , Cessair Ideon , Others...

Lux Ultima
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<Jonyna, this is Jasper. Have the Dawnbreaker re-shift focus to evacuation. I'll be cleaning up on the ground.>

His light would be faint from a distance, but the presence was hard to deny. Weak in the force as he was, the blade in his hand shone with an enhanced, radiant light that cleaved through the freshly dropped horde. His sword was a cheat code, a way to use the force in a manner he really shouldn't be able to as he channeled his energy into the crystaline core of the claymore. Jasper shifted his comms to an open channel, hoping to reach others present.

<Refugee positions have been compramised. Available vessels should allocate space for evacuation immediately. If you have available hands, pick something up and start hacking. I'm cutting a path through the horde.>

Sure enough, a hole was forming. Jasper weaved his way through blaster fire, hacking and slashing his way through the undead indiscriminantly. He hadn't fought like this since the war. The Sentinel of Harmony had been trying to avoid combat, doing his best to keep his focus on reconstruction rather than tearing things apart...

But it seemed old instincts were hard to kill.

 

[Vincenzo Krugar]

Location: Taris
Objective: Defence Protocol


Arriving at the building's main entrance, Krugar rendezvoused with Viktor and his hand-picked team of 8 soldiers, initially chosen for what should have been a routine escort mission for the General but had now taken an unexpected turn. Retrieving his armament from the Captain, Krugar spoke, "Given the current situation, Viktor, have one of your men transmit a message to the rest of your squad and the battalion."

Sheathing the simple vibroblade, he opted for his reliable K-16 Bryar Pistol, conducting a thorough check to ensure everything was in working order before refocusing on his men. "Here's the situation: the undead hordes of the Sith are descending, but this isn't a straightforward gunfight for us." Turning to Viktor, Krugar issued further instructions, "Viktor, I need half your men to establish a defensive position at the Refugee camp. The other half should remain here, offering assistance to those within the building behind me who may need it."

After delivering orders and marking locations on a holographic map, Krugar had one last directive for his men, "If this day is our last, make certain that their casualties surpass our own," he directed, emphasizing the necessity for the enemy's losses to outweigh those of his troops and allies. With that, he moved toward a group of undead. Along the way, picking up a signal from an open channel, recognizing the voice but unaware of the name. He replied, //Krugar here, the men I brought along are assisting with the refugees, buying the evac some time.//

Firing shots from his blaster as he advanced, Krugar wielded his blade against any undead that ventured too close, aiming to draw attention away from the unarmed.

Jasper Kai'el Lehvi Vass Aloy Vizsla Valery Noble | Others

 

[Jack Sandrow]

Objective II - Lending a Hand
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Attuned to nature as he was, he could sense the flow and sway of the camp. And while it was rather rude of him to zone out halfway through Elise Ahana-Gwyneira 's reply, there was a more pressing matter at hand.

He stood up from the tree, hands clenching. "....sunova.... We're under attack." While the alarms and sirens hadn't yet begun to blare, the hubbub of triage was shifting to a little more frightened tune. Didn't the Sith know the laws of war? You don't attack aid camps? As if to punctuate that thought, the sirens chose that moment to activate, and Jack looked up at black trails staining the sky. "My apologies, but we're going to have to continue this conversation some other time," he murmured to the Mandalorian. Sinking to his knees, he closed his eyes as he began to push once more.

Outside the camp, a tall seedlike form rose from the ground, silently coursing through the air towards the encampment. Only partially rejuvenated, it would have to do for now, unfortunately. Pressing matters and all that.

Jack didn't open his eyes as the Pod hovered over to the outskirts of camp. He could feel it was there, that was enough for him. Hard to ignore that kind of Force presence. Instead, he began to pour more power into the very dirt and rocks, the trees and grass, every bit of nature he could see. It wasn't a terribly big camp, but he'd only be able to protect part of it. It had been a while since he had done anything like this.

Pouring out a wave of roiling Plant Surge, the trees and vines around the swampy muck began to writhe into motion, lashing together into a pseudo-barricade. Large thorns sprouted from the vines, long and lethal, aimed at any ne'er-do-wells that would seek to assault the camp. Blaster bolts and grenades were very useful, Jack reasoned, but when the ground and grass itself could become your fortress, it was best to lean into the natural defense.

No, the Mandos are the good guys. Jedi too, he admonished, and a particularly curious vine immediately zipped back away from a stumbling foot. There were other VIPs too, he knew - the Trade Queen was an unmistakable presence. No matter, the meet & greet would have to happen afterwards.

It was a constant drain on him to keep the vines & thorns active like this. But so help him he wouldn't let a single Sithspawn into the camp while he drew breath.

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Open to: All in camp!
Tagging: Elise Ahana-Gwyneira , Danger Arceneau , Nej Tane (and any others in Obj2, sorry)
Disposition: Pissed off at the zombies, friendly to all GA/MP, friendly to neutral parties

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Attend the meeting
Objective: Listen to the speakers and comment when necessary
Tag: Valery Noble / Others who are in the room

From what Kahlil Noble described it appeared they weren't similar to the ones they had encountered before. They were something totally different and possibly stronger than the ones they had encountered. It was concerning to say the least, if there was a way to contain it on the planets that were currently infected, it would make things so much easier. However, things were never easy around here.

Silas remained silently as the rest talked, his ears mainly listening to Kahlil and Jasper Kai'el who were deliberating over a task force. It was still early days and there still wasn't much known about the swarm coming at them. He was going to suggest waiting for more intel but they didn't have much time as it was. They'd either have to go in with less knowledge than normal or risk waiting to see where they are thinking of going next.

When he was listening to Valery once more she was going in the right direction in terms of making another meeting. Yet, before she could finish something was Increasingly becoming wrong. Silas could feel a disturbance close by, not just a small one but something way larger than they expected at this time.

"I guess we have company..."

The knight jumped out of his seat calmly with a sigh and took out his saber with a swift motion, prepared as always for unexpected threats like this one. Just when he was about to make his way to the front entrance to face them head on, his gaze went to Valery with a raised brow. She looked quite weak all of a sudden, which was very unnatural for a woman of her strength.

Weaving past alerted Jedi, he gently placed a hand on her arm "Everything alright Valery?" he asked with a concerned tone "I don't know what happened, but whatever arrived seemed to knock the wind out of you" Silas said with a brief look to Kahlil who was at her side "We can deal with this while you gather yourself. Come out when you're ready, just don't rush yourself alright?"

With one last reassuring squeeze, he left the pair alone and joined the rest outside to figure out what was going on. ​

 

[Danger Arceneau]

T A R I S
OBJECTIVE II: Emergency Camp
Open for Interaction | Outfit& x | x | x | x |
Joran Olan | Seraphina | Raphael Gallustrade | Ellie Omera | Aris Noble | Nej Tane ​

Danger saw the drop pods streak across the sky in a fiery flare. Ice ran down her spine in growing horror; she'd received the after-action report from Celadon and Yavin 4 from Myra's and Makai's experience with the undead there. The confirmation came with the open comm message afterward.

"Nek take it!" Came the savage curse under her breath. Immediately she brought her comm back up, switching it to the mobile command center.

" This is Danger Arceneau - we are at code Desh. I repeat we are at code Desh. Commence quarentine procedures and focus on getting that perimeter up. We will need to secure the area so we can evacuate accordingly."

"Loud and clear, commencing Code Desh protocols. We will work alongside with Alliance Forces for defense protocols and evacuations."

Switching to another channel, she called Aeri. The Zeltron picked up immediately, responding with, "Already have Code Desh protocols in place. We have activated the H-MAT shielding over the spaceport and warehouse and are quarantining in place. None of the pods managed to slip in so we are set and secure."

"Good, but I am going to need additional assistance here at the emergency triage. Can you send any assisting droid security for support?" Danger replied, rushing towards the mobile command center. She began to wave for the guards nearby to start guiding the refugees towards a more secure location away from the areas still open.

"I'll see what I can do." Aeri replied, turning off the comm.

Danger swung her head around, her green eyes searching. They needed to raise the perimeter and funnel civilians and injured people away from dangerous areas.

It was Drummond Kaas all over again.

Swinging her satchel so it would hang diagonally across her body, Danger put away her comm on the magnetic clip at her belt and withdrew her QQ Sidearm blaster. Not going to be caught unawares this time.

Spoiler: Medical Supplies & Items

Anything from the ATC Menu

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

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Objective I: Rescue the Fallen
Tag: Minerva Fhirdiad

The evacuation and reconstruction had been well underway. Beetle Construction had gotten their foothold, and were holding it well. Had she not gotten a call from the Dawnbreaker that Taris was under attack, she'd be looking for more survivors. Now, she was looking for one person in particular.

The Ladybug airspeeder zipped through the air, approaching an old stadium that had been a battleground less than a few minutes ago.

"Talon company!" Jonyna called out over the loudspeaker. "This is Jedi Knight Jonyna Si, here for pick up. I need you and your men to load up into the Roc's as soon as possible. Taris is under attack, we need to move!"

The trip back to the Dawnbreaker was a quiet one. Jonyna had offered the men of Minerva's company a drink as they loaded up, knowing they still had a mission to do. She had called up Ashley Nevermore to take up Talon Company's spot in the reclaiming of the planet, but that still left the problem at hand.

Hyperspace was a strange thing. A trip only a few systems over was at hand, and yet Jonyna couldn't help but feel nervous abandoning her people on Celenon. Still, the work needed to be done.

As the Dawnbreaker came into the orbit, they saw the frigates acting as motherships for the drop pods.

"Minerva, you wanna crash someone's party?" Jonyna said with an old sense of glee to the crazy thought of crashing headfirst into the frigate full of zombies.

Tag: Yes. All of y'all.
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Objective 1​

Minerva and Gakot's platoon had just finished wiping out the last of the holdouts in the stadium's VIP section when Jonaya called them. At the news of the attack on Taris the Mandalorian captain recalled all squads and platoons back to her. Making sure their dead and wounded were taken care of, they loaded onto the Dawnbreaker as soon as possible. Indeed many accepted the refreshment that the Cathar Jedi got for them, they needed a respite.

They went from 122 troops to 104 still fit for combat.

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Objective 3​

Sometime later, Minerva silently stood beside Jonyna. They really never had a chance to fight beside one another until this point though they knew each other beforehand. In a way she was glad for the opportunity though concerned for those on Taris.

It's kinda ironic centuries before my ancestors besieged and occupied Taris before they were defeated there. Now I come to that world's aid alongside a Cathar Jedi no less. Talk about full circle.

She let that thought sink in before a new one came.

This is the way.

Once they were out of lightspeed Minerva noted the enemy frigates. Definitely not meant for a full scale invasion but devastation with the undead hordes being unleashed down there. Hearing the question Minerva turned her t-visor toward Jonayna and with a hidden smirk she answered.

"Was born ready."

Calling on the comms the Mandalorian said to her troops.

"Talons prepare for battle!“

Then she heard Jasper’s open message. The warrior said nothing in reaction but awaited her ally’s next move. Whatever they end up doing Strike Force Talon will do their duty.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Objective III: Evacuation of Taris
Tag: Jasper Kai'el Minerva Fhirdiad @ Everyone Else​

<Jonyna, this is Jasper. Have the Dawnbreaker re-shift focus to evacuation. I'll be cleaning up on the ground.>

Evacuation...

Jonyna took a paused, before letting a deep breath. The evac would be a failure so long as those frigates were still dropping zombies and holding the sky. Plan A was still in play.

"Minerva, you take your men and storm those frigates. Disable them and get out. Got it? Don't prioritize the zombies, just take the motherships offline. You can take a Roc or two if you need it."

She turned, looking to the captain of the Dawnbreaker. "Prep for mass evacuation of the planet. We'll be holding the line. The GA fleet should be coming soon, but we're down to a couple starfighter squadrons and a whole lot of dropships. We didn't equip for this, but we'll have to make best with what we have."

"What about you?"

"I'm gonna lead from the front. You're in command Captain, keep the ship alive while I'm gone."

With that, she headed towards the docking bay. She was gonna meet Jasper and bring the Rocs to help evac, even if that meant stabbing a few zombies along the way.

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The Rocs came down from the heavens, warthog blaster cannons opening up on hordes below to clear a landing zone.

<Jasper, we need an LZ. We'll be prioritizing VIPs first, but we need you and the boys on the ground to clear us a spot to land!> Jonyna called over the Roc's loudspeakers. She at the very least needed to get a big enough space to pop the deflector shields...