Goddess Cultures & Fighting Fists (Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Hapes Hex AA26)[ME/HC]

[Cathbodua]

[member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] [member="Allana Badeaux"] [member="Tha'ga Temi"]

She turned her gaze and feeling more to study it. "Strange." She said it out loud and was uncertain. More speaking for Tha'ga and Melanctha. "The mandalorians have one fot he oldest forms of feminine power. Their warriors of shadow existed nearly two hundred thousand years before the consortium and continued as long as there were mandalorians to fill it ranks." She knew they were a different sort and had merged with others but they had brought the mandalorians, brought the taung to the unknown regions. Had evolved and continued on into the present day being fought by the Lords of the Fringe at one point thanks to Kiskla getting their information for study. They had managed to follow their cousins and adopted the cultural changes that had taken place.

The rest she was looking at though now more clinical, compliments, flattery only went so far. Melanctha was correct though but she wanted to understand the other part. The mand'alor couldn't see the force... was she blind? Even force dead creatures like the vong could see illusions they just couldn't be sensed or selected with the force. They were still able to be tricked though it though or have the force throw objects at them. So her curiosity was playing up before she stopped. Listening to the words but whispered for Allana. 'They seem to have a false idea of how men are treated here queen mother. We believe in strong females but for a culture where men and women are equal so long as they raise their children to be warriors and follow a code.'

She had a look and while her face mask kept her from being as expressive. 'They seem to think we don't accept males or male help.' It was a curious thing but she spoke. The guards of the queen mother in the past were male, commanders and soldiers could be male. Second class... lower class didn't mean they were excluded from defending their homes.' That Aleister Grey was out there... right now leading the Navy against pirates should show that males were involved. A need for battle sisters seemed less sincere and more just a means to try and satisfy a vague understanding of Hapes. Something one heard without research or knowledge so they threw it in. 'They request trade but also full access to the mists, to each world but we can continue how we have been. It is strange.'

She felt odd having to use the word but everything seemed to easy and that was when you should be suspicious about it most of all. She had seen some injured and reports from Jyoti and those on the planet. Her head turning back towards the screen but she did speak low for the other two who were here to advise. 'Based on reports from [member="Jyoti Nooran"] recently they have a way of altering facts to fit a goal. Pirates have been a problem throughout the years in the consortium but we have always been able to handle it. They were just disgruntled hapan's who had tired of their ststus, banded together and we'd pick them up in their ship a little later. Now suddenly there are fleets worth of pirates just in time for another galactic power to show up and offer aid to combat them. It is too easy.'

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Pirates!​

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The pirates stormed acrosss the asteroid.

Each was equiped differently, a testament to the rag tag nature of them. Some carried a blaster, others a sidearm. Some didn't carry a weapon and instead just carried a bat or a four by four. Some of them wore no armour and some of them wore all of the armour. Some of them had frags, others had rocks. None of them looked like trained soldiers, all of them just looked like random guys interested in making a few credits by looting and pillaging.

Two men tried to stand against them, stop them from taking what they wanted. Four pirates shot him dead, didn't even give him chance to defend himself. Three others used their bats to start smashing terminals, taking anything that seemed worth a damn. They'd been given the order to kill anyone who wasn't a female or a slave, the females could be used for breeding the slaves could be used for slaving. The men were just more mouths to feed.

A singular pirate stood at the back, necking Corellian Rum from a hipflask.

He was obviously the captain of the rag tag group, answering to the admiral of the fleet. He shouted orders ocassionally but no-one really listened. He was too drunk to really command a group of pirates well. Instead they just did their thing, smashing and looting and marching from room to room to smash and loot more. All they cared about was looting and taking, robbing and stealing and taking everything they wanted.

Money. It all came down to money.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia stood and walked over to Gray to see the small baby, his granddaughter. She smiled as she looked down to the little bundle of a miracle, a joy brought into the world. She took a breath as she gave Gray a smile before moving over to Yasha, where she put her hand on her shoulder and squeezed. They had been through hell and back. From Barataria, where the SJO refused to let their navies save them, to trying to keep the small baby alive during her premature months.

Miracles. Despite the bad in the galaxy, there were some good things.

In either case, she gave Yasha a smile. "I would recommend, while we show female presence to them in the negotiations as a show of respect, they do not fully discriminate on men. They may presume, to their own stereotypes and liking, that we only believe women can hold power. They may try to use that against us, even though their galactic reputation is to look down upon men despite offering men some form of power."

She paused, thinking for a moment. "On that same note, realistically, the local citizenry may have discriminatory situations occurring - cultures that allow discrimination at all can take generations to eliminate. There is no data on assuming they have fully embraced that in their local communities. The upper powers of the Hapan government I doubt would be as restrictive - like with the leader of their navies."

She paused, thinking for a moment, "Also, it is safe to assume that they will hold similar stereotypes against us. Ra's days are gone, but his reputation lives on."

[member="Spencer Australis"] | [member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Tha'ga Temi"] | [member="Allana Badeaux"] | [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"Easy, bur'cya, I'm not alor to anyone." The laughter hidden beneath Alkor's voice only bled into his words a little. He watched the scanners dutifully as they came winging close to the Hapan Battle Dragon, a pattern that was no doubt cleared by the resident commanding officer as several of the smaller, non-Mandalorian craft grouped up on them. He had no register on their IFFs, but that was fine. They weren't shooting at him. "We can kill as many aruteii ​as you feel comfortable with, though." [member="Jake Awaud"] seemed like a relatively new addition to the Mandalorian Starfighter corps, but then, Alkor was fairly new around that group himself. He flew like a Corellian, mostly because it was hard to fly any other way, and that gained him some notoriety and respect from the aces. That was all it got him, though. They didn't elevate him any ranks or afford him any special titles. They just treated him as an equal.

That was about as Mandalorian as it got. Equals. From top to bottom of the hierarchy, the only time any of that mattered was in battle. A General was on equal footing with a recruit when they were at home, on the farm or in a bar. Alkor admired that way of doing things. It meant a lot less groveling, and a lot more time to do the important things.

He let out a sigh that was quashed by his helmet, away from the comm channels. "I just want to go home," he lamented to himself in confidence, "all this political garbage has my stomach in a knot." That had always been the way of it. Send the murderer to do his business, let him leave, then step over the bodies and hop to your own work. Why overcomplicate it?

Alkor wasn't about to question Yasha's methodology, of course.

If she wanted him to shoot down pirates, he was damn well going to shoot down pirates. He saw them glide across his field of vision, then punched the throttle. "Enough talking, hey? Let's get 'em." His ship ripped forward at high speed, peeling through the vacuum of space to engage with the hostile fighters once more.

The Hapans lagged behind, but hopefully Awaud could keep the pace.

Post 2​

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Gallinore
Objective: Sell password management systems
Allies: Mandos, Hapes Consortium
Enemies: N/A

"Hetzel! Nice to see you make it safe and sound! I trust you have the password management system in hand?" the spaceport official responsible for IT asked Petria upon landing on Gallinore.

"How many administrator licenses are we talking about? I have the software data discs in my cargo hold, with the documentation in it as well"

The... spaceport authority of Dimitor was in fact the client that wanted to buy some of those password management systems from her. She'd better have good reason: Hapans tended to favor locally produced solutions to even off-the-shelf outsider ones, Petria thought, with a blank invoice at the ready, although she is not comfortable with running HoldoWare as even a partially legitimate business yet. In addition, her face's pH increased, that is, turned bright red, not simply because of her inexperience in the more legitimate areas of business, but also because that IT official was just as pretty as [member="Cassiopeia Australis"] would be. The Hapan official doesn't, in fact, suspect anything is amiss about that system: just because the encryption algorithm is an asymmetric, 512-bit one doesn't mean the holder(s) of the private key(s) can't do malicious stuff with the encrypted data, with her keeping a copy of the private keys officially for customer support purposes. Now, the question being: how many administrator licenses will there be to run the computing systems of the spaceport? Because the pirates had five administrator licenses billed to them for a 10,000 credit fee, and a planet's primary spaceport was much larger than that one pirate ship.

"I'd say thirty administrators"

"That would be 50,000 credits plus a yearly fee of 4,500 credits" she completed the invoice, as she was ready to fetch the data discs containing the password management systems ordered, with FOB destination assumed for billing.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth squeezed her father's hand as he thought about the situation. She wasn't entirely sure, but with no real response from the Hapan navy yet, she wondered what might be going on. The fighters seem to be going well, though. In either case, she would be happy to help in any way she could. As such, she nodded as she walked over to the comm station. The lieutenant switched it so the comms were open and she could speak.

"This is Beth Australis of the Mandalorian Empire Navy aboard the Destroyer Munin Hunter. We are happy to assist in the piracy occurring in your borders. We are engaging in what seems to be stolen Mandalorian vessels within your space as well. We hope for your collaboration in destroying these pirates."

She grinned, running back over to Kaine. "How was that?" Maybe she should have stayed next to the comms in case they responded, but she decided she should easily run back over if she needed too. She hoped she did well enough. She let one of her hands rub her necklace softly as she looked out into space.

[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Spencer Australis"] | [member="Aleister Grey"]

 

[Aleister Grey]

Objective: 2​

Location: The Throat, acting present Royal Navy​

Allies: The Hapes Consortium​

Enemies: The Pirates​

Currently Neutral: The Mandalorian Empire​

Post: 3​

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The 2000 meter HMS The Revenant cruised forward. As it pulled forward if did not fire yet, neither it nor the two Star Destroyers flanking it had open fire yet. Pulling forward to the main engagement ripples started to dance across the large ships shields from enemy fire. Then the Revenant opened fire upon the closet Pirate vessel. Once the Command ship opened up fire, the two Star Destroyers and the Hapen Battle Dragons in tow opened up on the pirates.

As the main bulk of the Hapen Task Force waded into the throng of battle the Nova Pulsars and starfighters came in from the flanks, to broadside the pirate vessels. It was beginning to shape up as a massacre. Upon the orders they gave the pirates no quarter.

In the mass of chaos of battle in an instant things can develop that were unexpected. Aleister’s clone looked down at the long range sensors. Just outside of the Throat three blips showed up just outside the Throat gate, then made a bee line to the engagement. The IFF Codes of the three ships read to be Mandalorian.

Then when in range they had begun to open fire, while trying to open communications to try to negotiate.

There were several officers that looked to the clone. It was hard to read the emotionless expression on his face. There was not fear, panic, or even pleasure on his face.

“Get back to your posts”, the clone said calmly as he looked forward through the viewer.

Not try to assume anything yet he did not give an order declaring anything. He may just be a clone but he had the memories of the experienced Admiral Grey. Something was on the mind of the clone but he did not share it yet. Jumping to a rash decision like declaring all Mandalorians were a threat could a political and tactical error. Waiting a few more second to gather some more information could prove beneficial.

Then another ship dropped out of hyperspace just outside of the Throat’s gate. The ship was bearing Mandalorian IFF Codes

Aleister looked at the hail coming in from the new Mandalorian ship. He did not answer though and looked to his left. Down in the bridge officer trench an officer looked up to the Clone. The unspoken words were clear and the communications officer spoke.

“Admiral, sir. The second ship is command of General Kane Australis, Supreme Commander of the Mandalorian Navy. He says he is here ready to assist the loyal subject of the Queen Mother Allana.”

Aleister nodded to the officer singling that he had heard enough from the officer.

Main while the battle raged on with the three supposedly stolen Mandalorian Vessels helping the pirates. The Happens did exchange fire with those three vessels but not the new Mandalorians ships coming in.

What gave credit to the Mandalorians so far was that Jake Awaud was fighting with honor along side of the Hapens. Aleister Grey unlike most Hapens was not an isolationist. Not in the traditional sense. He was formally the Minister of Defense and in charge of the Hapen Forces. Quite often that had meant he dealt with people outside of the Transitory Mists. There were times in the past he had dealings with Mandlaorians. He knew then to be prideful and had their own sense of honor. The chances of them pretending to be pirates and fight each other in some strange ruse to gain some political footing was so low, the Clone did not believe those three vessels were under the command of Mandlaorinas. It seemed very unlikely.

A smirk did not even cross the clone’s face when he seen the new Mandalorian vessels firing on the pirates and those three marked ships.

That and with the new communication coming in from one called Bath Australis…

The Clone reached down a pressed a single button on his command chair console. A message was starting to be sent to respond to Kaine.

“General Kaine, Supreme Commander of the Mandalorian Navy and Beth Australis”, the clone spoke in galactic common. “Welcome to the Throat. Your continued assistance is not unwelcome. I can’t promise the safety of what appears to be three stolen ships. My concern is for your people as well as mine. The Hapen Royal Navy will try to help disable them and regardless of the legal procedures of piracy any of the crew on board those ships will be apprehended so you can personally determine how three of your ships were commandeered”, again the clone’s language was devoid of emotion.

“I suggest we stay clear of the steroid until we have some starfighters scout it out. Rouge asteroids moving around in the Transitory Mists are uncommon. Unless they are fattened with thrusters and engines they would not be able to stop from floating into a stellar cloud formation. It would mean instant death for anyone on one. That is why Happens do not colonize them. That and fitting engines onto asteroids is illegal in the Hapes Consortium. I do not know who is down there. Whoever it is or whoever has control of those engines could use them to ram our large ships if they get to close.”


Luckily such engines move slowly. Between that and tractor beams, if they were enough distance from the asteroid they could easily push the asteroid away and from doing damage.

For now none of the Royal Hapen Fleet did not move to help anyone on that rouge asteroid. It may seem cruel but tactically it was not sound to intervene. Not until they could get some Intel.


[member="Beth Australis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Spencer Australis"] [member="Jake Awaud"]

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: On Board the Consortium Flagship (The dawn’s Hammer)​

Objective: 1 Diplomatic Talks​

Allies: Everyone​

Enemies: Everyone​

Post: 5​

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Allana did not ignore anyone else speaking before or shortly after [member="Yasha Mantis"]. It was not if they did not have something important to say. Allana just was quiet for a short few thinking over the words spoken by Yasha.

She did not even go into length how the illusion on her ship was for her and her court. Allana’s next words in response were very important.
Allana did not even comment with those speaking about her health, nor Mel’s outburst.

“Mand’alor the Infernal your words are very gracious and kind. What you ask for happening is very rare. The last government body we agreed upon being in the Transitory Mist did not understand the way of life with the Consortium. To be fair not many people do that live outside of the Consortium understand it. Our isolation is due to the continued chaos of war that the galaxy seems to be trapped in. It is something I very well must try to prevent from happening with the Transitory Mists.”

“This isolation has not only prevented the galaxy from understanding and knowing my people. It has prevented my people from knowing yours. These misconceptions are something we should both be aware of going forward. The Hapes Consortium has little issue with the exception we have small boarder issues with pirates. What is happening now is odd. To some it might look suspicious.”

“I honestly do believe Onderon is your main goal. Economic trade would be another. An intact Consortium would make a more stable and viable commerce in the Transitory Mist. Trying to dismantle the way of life within the Transitory Mists would be more hassle then it is worth, or so many have believed over the years.”

“I do believe your words. I can also see why some of my people would fear this idea. That is why if you and I go through with this. We would have to carefully plan this out. In this agreement we could carefully word it for your ships to travel from one gate to the other. However the core would have to be off limits. All policing and handling of pirates within the Transitory Mists would be handled by the Hapen Royal Navy. With the exception if I or the commanding officer of the Fleet asks for help.”

“Your people will have to keep in mind the Consortium is different then the rest of the galaxy. Not just the gender roles. Yes the gender roles are reversed here in the Consortium. It is not out of dominance or prejudice. For the most part we live in harmony here. There is little crime and little aggression. There are some rare exceptions. Normally that is because of outsiders. Sometimes it is a citizen of the Consortium. I will not deny that there is some woman may not think well of men. That maybe out of fear.”

“My point is the Consortium will be vastly different from the rest of the galaxy. For the longest time we did what even The Free Worlds Coalition could not? We’ve been neutral, isolated from the constant wars of the Galaxy, a rare paradise within this galaxy. That is what you and I stand to lose.”

“It is a tall order for you and I to achieve. Is this something you still wish to seek? You still have the other option of just going around the Transitory Mists. It will cost in time but it would be the easier road taken.”


@Tha’ga Temi @Cathbodua [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"] @Gray Raxis [member="Cassiopeia Australis"] @anyone else I had missed

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: The Hell Wolf, Command Bridge
Objective: 1 Diplomatic Talks

Yasha held firm as she waited on the Queen Mother of Hapes, [member="Allana Badeaux"]. She paused upon each comment made, considering the difficulty of coming together, not as one society or one government, but as partners in economic plenty.

“It is not to me to be a Queen in Absentia. My Mando’ade are self-governing by Clan. It is no difference to us that the Hapan Royalty has your own culture and law. I have no desire for your goods and your culture that cannot be satisfied with a trading port in The Throat. I can agree to and promise Mandalorian Empire ships to remain free of the Core, and stay only on the outer borders of the Mists on our way.

For our culture to be respected, we must be cognizant of the respect for others. I realize my Empire is large and has weapons and ships which could appear threatening to your sovereignty. We do not wish to enter your core worlds. We simply require passage, and for that we are willing to pay you in protection and goods.

Allow us this, and as long as my Empire stands, your culture and lifestyle will be kept safe from harm. We can meet on your terms, plan our interactions upon routes which you decide. Our desire is Onderon. We have it on authority that we are of very little time to claim our once-home planet.

If you are willing, as am I. It is worth the work. It is worth the chance to banish the misinformation striking both our cultural egos. I am not interested in easy roads, when the more beneficial result lies before me. I would make this deal with you. Today.”

Yasha looked to her people, to [member="Cassiopeia Australis"], [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Gray Raxis"] and the others. She looked at the Queen’s council. @Tha’ga Temi, [member="Cathbodua"] and [member="Melanctha Dallamoor"].

In her ear she heard the reports from [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Spencer Australis"], [member="Beth Australis"], Alkor Centaris & Jake Awaud. There were pirates being fired upon. Lives lost and lives saved.

It would be enough… It would. It would be enough.

It had to be.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Gallinore
Objective: Sell password management systems
Allies: Mandos, Hapes Consortium
Enemies: N/A

"What I hate most with other password management system vendors is that you either have to pay to customize the solution for a specific amount of licenses or pricing is tiered, encouraging waste"

"Thank you for doing business with HoldoWare. May you find the software satisfactory"

With Petria bringing the data discs, which aren't even disc-shaped to begin with, alongside the bill, the Hapan IT official closed the sale, with the data discs in the Hapan's hands, and then proceeded to get the software installed on the mainframe, while at the same time issuing a memo to the system administrators as well as to the spaceport's CTO regarding the password management system. Also, the payment terms were that they would receive a 1% volume discount if they pay, in full or in part, within the next 10 days, otherwise they have 30 days from invoice date to pay for it. If they fail to pay by then (which she would believe is unlikely unless the spaceport is destroyed within 30 days) there's always applying the balance with interest with the next yearly subscription bill or closing the account altogether, and incur a bad debt expense for the remaining portion of the cost. She was happy to see that she could actually rely on the façade of legitimacy, if necessary to get the slicing work done, even if it took a while longer to do. Plus she knew slicing was also a game of patience at times, especially when one is dealing with an alien encryption algorithm.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Pirates!​

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It was time to run.

The "ground" forces were pulling back. They were so close to taking the throat and looting it for everything it was worth, but then the Mandalorian's had to arrive and ruin the fun. The pirates had almost hoped that they would stay away, keep their fleet away. The first few ships had arrived, but how long until the full armada followed and tore them to bits. They may have been willing to fight but they also quite enjoyed life.

The "ground" forces piled into ships, moving back towards the main fleet. Everyone was ready to leave, the retreat order had been given. The pirates would meet the Mandalorians again, that much was a given. However, they would do it on the pirates terms, not the Mandalorian terms. Skjeggdromme Harkancinter took a final look out of the viewport as the final shuttles returned back to the ships. They had a countdown until the retreat.

Skjeggdromme Harkancinter nodded. The communication's officer knew exactly what to do. He knew to open a channel with the Mandalorian flagship. It didn't need to stay open for long, just long enough for a simple message to be transmitted and recieved. Skjeggdrome took a final look at his fleet before he began to speak, speak the final words of the battle of the throat and then he could run, recouperate.

"Tell Yasha Mantis I said hello"

And the pirates left to hyperspace.

 

[Allana Badeaux]

Location: On Board the Consortium Flagship (The dawn’s Hammer)​

Objective: 1 Diplomatic Talks​

Allies: Everyone​

Enemies: Everyone​

Post: 6​

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Allana took a small moment of thought before returning an answer to Yasha. What she was thinking or feeling she did not share with anybody. It was only a couple of seconds she was quiet. One thing that did help Allana to come to a decision was the man standing next to Yasha. Relina and Allana had talked about Grey Raxis before. Relina knew the man and had a bit of history with him. From the description of the story he had conducted himself well. It did not sound like a barbarian, like most stories of men out side of the Transitory Mists. It was not the only reason but it did help.

“Under the conditions spoken of an economic treaty is very promising. Once this small skirmish is cleared at the throat, we can meet there and sign a treaty into effect”, Allana did have some reservations about this. Maybe it was just her up brining. He Aunt had though her to be cautious of everything and everyone. For the most part the Consortium was peaceful. It politics could be deadly though. The nobles and royalty played a deadly game. There were unspoken rules though. They played this game away from the common people and they would never endanger those under their charge. It is why she had to have someone test her tea for her, before she could drink it.


[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Tell Yasha Mantis I said hello.”

With that cryptic message, the pirates veered out of the system, tails between their limping collective legs. Reports from the fleet and engagement specialists had yet to come in, but as Yasha heard the command orders to pull back from the Hapan Mists, the Mandalorian Naval contingent reversed to the absolute outside boundary of Hapes.

“Pull our people back, stand down all weapons and shields. Prep the supplies for potential trade.” Yasha moved herself to the side of the holoprojection unit, speaking softly and momentarily giving her father [member="Gray Raxis"] and her baby Adara in his arms a glance. Mand’alor the Infernal couldn’t help softening visibly within the connection as she watched Gray cradle her infant child.

Adara Mantis. The Mando’ade’s youngest little fighter. Draped in her armour, and standing as the guiding hand of the Mandalorians, Yasha still reached for her baby, taking Adara into her arms and cradling her, even as she was still visible on the holo with the Hapans.

“Peace in our respective systems, Queen Mother. Independence without restraint. You have your children to worry for, as do I. The pirates have fled, cryptically, I might add, and we can begin this new era. My ships are pulling back away from your space as the engagement is over. We have potentials for goods, I will await on your call for when this diplomatic juncture may be accomplished.” Yasha nodded her head and detached from the call.

Yasha kissed Adara’s little forehead, rocking her baby back and forth as she looked to her team. “The battle is done, now the hard part. Building trust. [member="Cassiopeia Australis"], [member="Tom Taff"], [member="Mykes Vatak"], you and Dad are with me. [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], you and your Mandalorians are welcome to either disengage and head home, or join [member="Raiz Australis"] in the cultural exchange. It’s up to you. Mand’alor out.”

Yasha and her retinue waited on the Hell Wolf for the moment she and the Queen Mother could sit and sign the final deal for the Hapan Consortium’s Sovereignty Agreement, and Economic Free Trade Treaty. Conquerers were not always over-gunned.

[member="Allana Badeaux"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Objective: Clear Corsair Outback. Begining from Terephon
Allies: ME ( @[member='Yasha Mantis'] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Aleister Grey"] )
Gear: In signature (Except the Stealth Cloak)
Ships: Cross of Mejai 45 x1
Units: Needles x120

When his ship dropped on Reboam, the alarms went red, as the radar showed... "Multiple boogies" "Deploy the Hammerhead, start shooting with the turrets. Put power on the shields, i dont want any energy being wasted" He didnt thought that the Hapans stab him in the back, but it was a little too suspicious. The starfighters couldn´t have been flying in the orbit of the planet at the same time that the small cruiser got out of hyperspace. Didnt matter, at least it was better to have them wasting their air assets.

There was a ship flying towards the ship, but instead of crashing into the deflector shield, it pass through. Acaleus felt the ship trembling as the corvette crashed into the hangar bay. Using some kind of technology to penetrate the shield without bothering "I hate this kind of scavengers pirates...i want a squad. Make the workers flee before casualties" as fast as he could, the assassin got out of the cabin and run "I want them in that hangar, dont let them get out or pass through. Stealth Team, get your ass in the ventilation system, i need you to take them out" "They are pressing too mu..." The force help him move faster, leaving other Needles sprinting behind. His holopad show him a detail look of life signs in the area near the hangar, and a lot of enemies were pushing the south corridor.

Acaleus jumped a crate that was used for cover and started stabbing with his lightsabers. There was a dozen of corpses in the ground, from his men and the enemies, and that got him angry. When he entered, a lot of pirates wearing light armor and common blasters were aiming sights. All of the covered by crates or debris, at least fifty of them. They forgot to watch the ceiling as arrows landed on their backs. Using a force shield to defend himself, the scene was pretty thrilling. In moment they were defeated "What is the situation outside?" "The pirates are defeated. Not a single starfighter casualty, although there are some that recieved damage in the fight" "You know what to do"

A planet area scan would take time, but if they found a somekind of base, they would bombard everything