Hear. Me. Roar. [ ME Dominion of Cademimu Hex ]

[Dezoti]

Objective: III
Allies: ME [member="Tempist"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Nicair Claden"]
Enemies: FO [member="Hunter-157"]
Post: 9

Krest remained behind until the firing slowed. The woman was fearless, but also intimidating. She could influence the battlefield on a whim. The Templar was glad he wasn't against her. On q he lurched out, sword in hand and green blade lit up as he rushed into the group of four that remained. Nearby, one of the anti air. Several large barrels attached to a rotating turret. Simple, elegant.

Annoying.

Their blasters were still firing, and taking down several ships nearby. No good.

A flash of green dispatched the troopers who had been taken by surprise. And now, for the damn turret. A cybernetic hand broke through the window of the turret, grabbing the throat of the trooper within and crushing it instantly. The lifeless body was ripped out with a fury only a Zabrak could muster. They will not keep shooting us like dofs!

"Tempist, can you work this gun? Turn them on the others nearby!"

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 6: Custom (Podracing)
Location: Cademimu Autodrome
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Mandalorian Crusaders
Post: 5/38

Less than eight seconds later, she would find out that, while she might have won the heat, she was about a tenth of a second slower than her compatriot, Marianne. Not that she didn't have the skill necessary, she was just piloting a podracer for the first time in her life, while Marianne ran a few podraces. And the heat's loser came in just a few hundredths of a second after her. Oh well, better luck next time but one thing is for sure: with the right amount of training, with the right track, she can amount to something. Later that night, after deploying the parachute, she actually meets up with Marianne, a black teenager, who is in the lead in this still-unfinished drag race, which attracts a crowd of about 40,000. They were not as interested in watching a drag podrace than they were in a podrace. Dunames still had to be courteous to her opponents, regardless of whether they were Mandalorian or First Order.

"Good work, Marianne. Podraces are not easy to run"

"Now to talk a little bit more about you"

"I'm Dunames Lopez"

"What are you doing here? What business does Star Tours have? Did they just poison the water on Morellia?"

"We initially wanted to open Dubrillion and Cademimu under the Beaches of the Dark Side label but the Mandalorian Empire had no desire to deal with us, presumably after what happened on Morellia"

 

[Satine Detta]

Location: Somewhere on Cademimu
Obj 3
Allies: [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Krest"]
Post 4

She smiled at her riduur as he landed, "You are always my shield." She moved toward him mindful of their surroundings, "yes this is a bit like old times. Except no dragon this time" She arched a brow at him knowing he remembered their first encounter, and all that happened for days after that.

She brought up her own weapon, and began picking off those who decided to take them on, "Corvus, oh I bet he's great moving and learning. He will be a great warrior" Satine felt as if for every ten steps they took the Order sent them back five.

"These guys are thick as thieves Nol'ika we've got to get out from under their fire."

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective V
Location: Abandoned mine on Sol'Nega
Goal: Fight!
[11]

The Mandalorians flew after their ships down, their grav boots propelling them towards their own ships that the ground had just swallowed after the quake. Dodging obstacles on their journey, the warriors also had to deal with the unknown flying monsters that spat corrosive liquid at the Mandalorians. The monsters were not hard to kill but they were deadly and as it seemed now - infinite.

Zef did not know how long he had been flying down before he could finally get a glimpse of the ground. The scoundrel was busy evading the lethal spits of the beasts that squealed as they passed by in their murderous runs. A residue of the acid that the enemies spat out had grazed.

-TBC, work lol-

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Sol'Nega surface, badlands, secret smuggling/mining facility
Objective: Establish the war forge and collect ore

The beauty of being a criminal instead of a Mandalorian was that you knew people, people who were also in the career criminal profession. People that had illegal mining facilities that provided smugglers with metal that confused and threw off sensors. Really it was a valuable commodity to have, and as such Miss Blonde knew the dude who ran it. Well, she didn't exactly know him but she was familiar with them and would help acquire ore for the Crusaders.

Stepping into the rock covered and camouflaged facility the woman looked around to see that it was indeed an impressive sight to behold. Built right into a cliff the building had a massive subterranean layout that went down well over two hundred meters into the cool earth. The place was pretty much perfect for anyone looking to smuggle anything into the planet and keep it there hidden and unnoticed.

"Welcome Miss Blonde. Master Watts wishes you well, tell me what's the nature of your visit?" A protocol droid asked Miss Blonde as she stood in the main lobby with her crew of Black Tie guards and enforcers.

"I'm just here looking to acquire some ore, maybe rent out a few smuggling lots. Please take me to Watts." Blonde said with a smile beneath her gas mask.

"Of course, right this way." The droid said calmly before waddling over towards a nearby lift.

Miss Blonde would follow for now informing most of her guards to stand by in the lobby to ensure that no funny business was to be had.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Objective III
Allies: [member="Krest"] [member="Tempist"]
Post: 5

The warrior nodded to his Mandalore and took the weapons with glee, it was a savage weapon, one he knew he would greatly enjoy. He had only been give one order, Break them. It was simple, it was glorious. His new weapon flashed through the air, another one down, another dead. A chop to the throat crushing it. The tomahawk crushed armor and bone, tore at flesh like a hand held terentatek. Another crack, another skull smashed through the armor. It was brutal warfare being in the middle of it all, having nothing but death surrounding you. The man had to hold back, his lungs and muscles were beginning to ache, he needed to keep himself reserved or he'd exhaust himself. Not that he wasn't in excellent shape, merely he had to find a way to maintain. He pointed at the Zabrak who had proven himself in combat today.

"You see brothers, we push for the rooftops, remove the guns." He enjoyed the small amount of leadership he had taken, he was a man who led by example. Nicair proved this by leading a push for the anti-air guns, artillery burst around him as he small troupe marched on. Blaster fire went off behind him as another volley was sent, it was sporadic and chaotic, they were moving at least. It took very little time for he and his warriors to make it to the nearest rooftop. Those without jump backs tactically climbed up the building, provided there were handholds. Nicair used his pack to throw himself up and land just outside of the door. The man inside made an attempt to open it but was stopped as the Mandalorian drove a heavy kick into the door, stopping the man in his tracks. He threw the door open and pulled the man out from his perch and threw him to the ground before shooting him several times. Nicair took a moment to scan the horizon as blaster fire went off around him, there were multiple other emplacements, such was going to be a grind.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Sol'Nega surface, badlands, secret smuggling/mining facility
Objective: Establish the war forge and collect ore
[2]

Miss Blonde looked over to the protocol droid as they began the slow ride down the pit. As she proceeded down she could look and stare at the various floors and tiers they were passing. The entire pit in the earth had these large ring like grooves in them that doubled as extra floors and smuggling dens. Some were outfitted as bars, sleeping dens, but most of them were just storage space for contraband headed out to different parts of the Galaxy. The place was a real weigh station for dirt bags and thieves.

"How many floors are there?" Blonde asked the droid with a curious tone.

"Approximately ten each with a length of ten meters in height and a hundred meters of length." The droid retorted in a very professional voice.

"Excellent, this will do well." Blonde said as the lift hit the bottom floor of the underground complex.

"Do you have a docking port?" Blonde asked the droid.

"Yes, it's located three kilometers from this location. Upon arrival travelers will have to take the passenger tram here before loading their possessions onto the cargo tram." The droid again spouted useful information.

The turbolift would soon stop and the bell above would ding letting them know they had arrived. Now Blonde was certainly cooking up some ideas, at first she was just happy to find a place where they mined ore on the side. But this place was looking like it was the perfect spot for a war forge for the mandalorians. It was a nice little cool spot and she knew Zef and Isley would dig.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 6: Custom (Podracing)
Location: Cademimu Autodrome
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Mandalorian Crusaders
Post: 6/38

And Dunames realizes that it was mostly a First Order-Mandalorian dual meet. Buhar Lod, Patricia Halpern, respectively using a RS 557 and a TIE podracer, and of course Marianne and Dunames on the First Order side, a KerbalX piloted by Orjuzo Lok, as well as two more Mandalorian pilots, like a Togruta using a Plug-3 Leviathan and another one using a FG 20T20-Twin Block2 Special, and a few more that Dunames didn't readily recognize, on either First Order or Mandalorian side. And there was that odd racer that belonged to neither party. With the leaderboard of the Cademimu Drift now showing the leaders of the race, the final standings of the competition. Marianne led the whole event, with Orjuzo Lok in second and the Plug-3 Leviathan jockey in second, a certain Mandalorian Togruta named Aslan.

"Way to go Marianne, the First Order has been pretty lucky to have a pilot like you!" Patricia told Marianne.

"Here, Dunames, since you came in fourth, here's a chocolate medal for you" Orjuzo told her.

"Thank you... I guess"

While Marianne, Orjuzo and Aslan, the latter having declined to enter his family name, on the podium, Dunames had a chocolate medal with a similar size to the medals these people received, gold, silver and bronze respectively, whose chocolate core could be eaten, and covered with a foil.

 

[Bolt]

Objective: III
Allies: MC @Krest @Nicair Claden
Enemies: Everyone Else
Post: XI

Adriel was surprised by the sudden flux of warriors to the area, the Vod had not been commanded this way. Nor had she heard Krest call to any supporters, she had believed he and she would handle this singularly. It was then she realized another man showed himself, seemingly trying to take the credit due to Krest and herself. He was vod, so she did not wish him harm, but she solidified herself in the knowledge that she would speak to her Grandfather about this.

When commanded to the massive gun, Adriel lurched free of her cover to slide to a halt as she examined the controls. It was nothing she had ever done before, but it also didnt take much tk understand point and shoot. The most she would need is to figure how to point and shoot. Sitting in the seat much larger than her form, she reached to her front and gripped the controls.

For the next few minutes she continued to hastily attempt a move of the barrel. It was harder than she had expected, but eventually she flipped a switch that swiveled the barrel when she moved the controls. Instantly she began firing at all nearby canons and signs of opponents.

 

[Matreya]

Objective: 3
Allies: MC
Enemies: Everyone
Post: XII

Valashu moved at a decent pace, never to fast but not lagging either, as he and the Mandalorian brethren moved behind him. Ahead the dual pairs of both Kop'ad and Vod kept to the shadows on opposite sides of the streets. His Kop'ad warriors each wielded a selection of their own weapon, with the left being a powerful crossbow of some make, the other being a rifle that somehow did not make sound when fired. Both he trusted to kill any that were seen, unless the threat was to powerful, to which they would signal them to halt.

"Kyr'am, what is the plan? We lost contact with our CO a ways back." Called quietly one of the soldiers.

"Ahead." Was the reply. It was not that Valashu was being a jerk, rather that he was keeping coma silent. Plus he had no plans other than seeking out high ranking targets, which hopefully would be soon enough.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Landing zone, soon to be en route
Objective: IV - The suicidal one
Allies: [member="Kai Arias"], [member="Goran"], [member="Darian Beviin"]
Enemies: Probably everyone else
(3/37)

"You speak our language now, ad'ika?" The inquiry was half-rhetorical and entirely lighthearted, accompanied by a smile beneath her helmet at his Mando'a. Most outside of the culture didn't bother with the tongue, but he seemed to be the rare exception. Then again, he was going to war with a reckless group of Mandalorians. The other pair quickly departed to their own objective, leaving the two of them to their own. Things were moving fast, but Keira supposed that was a good thing. "You're clear to proceed. There's still no sign of the alarm being raised." Which didn't mean much, in retrospect, but she would take the good news while she could get it, because that would be changing soon enough.

Momentarily she looked over the vehicle of choice, really only concerned with its ability to get them from point A to point B. If it survived the process, well, that would be a bonus. She took the passenger seat, swinging the door closed after herself. It must have made an altogether amusing sight, seeing two individuals armored for war in such a mundane mode of transportation, but right now she was markedly more concerned with the task at hand. "I'm hoping that when you say we're bringing it down, you mean literally. Because it just so happens that's what I'm good at." It wasn't something she had ever attempted before, but she was always open to new experiences.

"I hope you know things are going to go to chit remarkably fast once this first step is all done and over with. And given that there's only two of us until we get more boots on the ground, we're going to want to be careful about the amount of attention we attract. But feel free to take care of any active combatants with extreme prejudice." All pieces of advice he was likely already aware of, but that was just the side of her used to being in command emerging as it often did. She had to remember that he, for the most part, was mission lead here. She was just along for the ride.

"It's shutting down. You're both in the clear." Which meant they were one step away from having to worry about sneaking about. "It won't be long now before they realize they're not alone on-planet, so I would suggest preparing for a full-scale conflict. As always, I'll keep you updated." Her helmeted gaze cut to the one next to her. "He got in. They're shutting it down now, which means our window of time likely got smaller since I expect an alarm to be raised sometime soon. Imperials don't tend to take kindly to ventures such as ours."

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Sol'Nega surface, badlands, secret smuggling/mining facility
Objective: Establish the war forge and collect ore
[3]

"We have arrived, bottom floor." The protocol droid said in its standard professional tone.

"Cool, which way is Watts?" Blonde said as she stepped out of the lift.

"Across the mining pits and it's your third door to the right." The droid said then pushed the button on the turbolift to make its way back to the lobby.

Blonde would then make her away the rocky and rigid terrain that was the ground floor of the facility. Taking a look around as she stepped over various rocks, she could see various droids and men in the pits slamming pickaxes into the ground doing their best to loosen up the minerals and rock so it could be sent into a processor to sort the different ores and raw materials by their worth. It was a pretty good set up and Blonde was quite impressed, hell she was even hoping it was for sale.

As she cleared the pits the woman entered a long hallway and followed the droid's instructions. Third door on the right. Pacing her way to the correct door she knocked a few times then would wait for a response, which arrived within a few moments.

"Come in." A very smooth imperial laced accented voice said inviting her in as the sliding door activated allowing her access.

 

[Titan]

Objective V
Location: Abandoned mine on Sol'Nega

Goal: Fight!
Post: 4

As he descended towards the ground near [member="Zef Halo"], Abraxis took out his razor discs to slice through anything in his way. "So what's are full goal Halo." He yelled into the comm, adrenaline rushing through him, around him Mythosaur squadron was falling as well. "Still confused as per that." He took a moment to slice one of the creatures on his path, laughing all the time, "I haven't had this much fun in ages!"

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Sol'Nega surface, badlands, secret smuggling/mining facility
Objective: Establish the war forge and collect ore
[4]

Stepping inside the office, Miss Blonde was greeted by a portly dark skinned gentleman with a large Afro and comfortable looking sweater adorned on his body. He gave Miss Blonde a welcoming smile then raised his hand out towards the woman to usher her towards a seat.

"Blonde, long time no see. You're not here to kill me are you?" he asked only half joking.

Miss Blonde responded with a short laugh as she sat down and smiled back at her old associate. She remembered him from back during their old Red Raven days, when he was serving as one of the many accountants to the casino and Cryax Bane. So she was tempted to not kill him, she'd of felt bad about it for a good twenty or so minutes.

"I'd prefer if you didn't, but as my former associate I have to say I'm impressed as to what you have made here." She said with a smile on her face and a genuine tone.

The man huffed slightly with a humor filled scoff, he knew how things operated in the criminal world and of course if things came down to violence he knew it was nothing personal.

"I assume it's not the ore that brought you here?" He asked rather casually.

"I'm afraid not, as you know the Syndicate has been doing a little work for the Mandalorians and they are looking to acquire a new war forge. And as you know forges are very high profile targets for strikes, so we need something out of the way, secretive, and under the hypothetical situation where one were to be attacked it would be a strategic advantage to have a fortified underground facility." Blonde said with a rather cautious tone to her words.

Watts clicked his teeth for a moment and thought about what the woman was saying. Give up his mine? For the Mandalorians? Now he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to do that, but now that they were on the board there were tons of other factors at play.

"And my facility happens to meet all these requests, now what I'm assuming that this is a non negotiable deal?" He asked blonde.

"Of course not, Watts. I may kill people in the streets but I'm not a savage. You can set your own price and we can go from there." she said with some laughter afterwards.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Cademmimu
Obj 3
[member="Satine Detta"] [member="Isley Verd"]
Gear in Bio
Post 7

Nolan rocked on his heels as an incoming shot landed in the center of his chest. Turning his weapon, a burst of fire ended the chance of that happening again.

"Agreed! Move to cover, go!" Nolan began walking towards a building where Satine could take cover, while Nolan drew enemy fire.

"Manda'lor, this is Nolan Detta, I and my riduur have been pinned, we could use some cavalry support!"

A grenade went off near Nolan, slamming him into the building. Slumping to his knees he looked up and saw a white helmet look towards its comrades in approval. Bad move keeping his head out. Nolan drew the Rhyno and put a .454 Casule round into the side of the Stormtroopers head. Nolan began to feel the fear and anguish well up on the First Order line. Two Mandalorians were standing against a battalion. Nolan began to feed on that fear and turned it into power. Pulling the Darkness out for the first time in a long time, he forgot how it felt. The pure rush, lightening pulsed where his blood once flowed. He could smell the fear of everyone in a white suit of armor. Their hesitation to engage a target that seemed invincible. The despair tasted sweet like baked goods on the Wreckingball's tongue.

"Stay here riduur!" Nolan sprinted with speed unlike any normal man. Towards the line of men the fired in fear of their enemy. Winding up, Nolan threw his mechanical arm at a wall where he sensed a gathering of troopers. The repulsor generators exploded the wall and sent this behind it flying against the back wall of the building they were in. Finalizing them off with the Rhyno, Nolan reloaded and turned down the corridor towards the others inside.

From Satines position, she would be able to hear his revolver and the screams of men. Flashes of light silhouetted Nolan's figure as it made its way through the building. Windows lit up with red and white muzzle flash and the occasional splatter of fluid against the window pane.

Nolan forgot how it felt to Be the Wreckingball, why he was named after something so destructive. It was who he'd become, who had always been inside, and now, who he was on the outside.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Sol'Nega surface, badlands, secret smuggling/mining facility
Objective: Establish the war forge and collect ore
[5]

"Twenty million." Watts said with a straight face before folding his fingers on his desk.

Blonde thought about that for a moment, twenty million was a crap ton of credits and she wasn't inclined to believe this place was really worth that much. So negotiating was at hand, but this was mostly out of respect. The easier solution to this problem would of been to just shoot Watts in the face and declare herself the new owner, more often than not that's how things worked in the criminal underworld.

"Watts, we both know that this hole in the dirt isn't worth near that much. Not even half of that, six mil and that's because I like you." She said with her retort back to him.

"Call it sentimental value then. Fifteen mil." he said putting his counter offer back out.

"Eight million." she said with a small groan afterwards.

"Back to twenty million, you say?" Watts steepled his fingers and gave Blonde a sour look.

"Ten and I'll let you walk out of here alive." And that was her final offer.

"Deal. I'd of taken six by the way." Watts sealed the deal and now they could move on with getting this place turned into a war forge.

"The credits will be transferred now, and you're sitting in my chair." Blonde stood up and shook Watts hand before letting him make his exit.

She'd of course give the current occupants time to leave, but the process of conversion would begin soon. This place could be turned into a full time twenty four hour operation, it was big enough for staff quarters and it already came with a pub. Everything a Mandalorian needed in life.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 6: Custom (Podracing)
Location: Cademimu Autodrome
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Mandalorian Crusaders
Post: 7/38

Little did Dunames know was that, for her own security, she had to find a place where to stow a podracer for the night. And Marianne, too. Perhaps an AT-AT barge would allow the First Order racers present, Marianne Kwyjibo, Buhar Lod, Patricia Halpern, and finally Dunames' own pod, to have their pods returned to Lanteeb, with multiple stops, mostly through One Sith space. There still was enough space for one AT-AT after the pods are safely secured inside the barge. But with Dunames' ship still inside one of Flashpoint Spaceport's many hangars, she knew she had to make her way back to the planetary capital when the Autodrome is a few hundred kilometers away. But Marianne seemed to want to talk to Dunames about each other's relationship to the First Order. Yes, Dunames has floated around First Order circles for a while by now, just that to Marianne, it is unclear how Star Tours relate to First Order.

"I would like to clarify a few things: how did you become interested in the First Order?"

"I contribute part of the First Order's bread and circuses, or should I say circuses. The bread in the bread and circuses of the First Order refers to agriculture, over which I have no responsibility whatsoever. The Ministry of Transportation seems to have a good relationship with Star Tours, post-summit, starting with the Lipstick Express"

"Officially I am cadet AM-188 but, if I make it through the Academy's training program, perhaps I would be able to pilot the TIE fighters/interceptors in the most dangerous of missions. Were I an Alliance or One Sith girl, I would have been in Rogue/Bloodhawk Squadrons or Gladiators respectively by now"

Rogue Squadron was more of an "air-to-air" unit, whereas Bloodhawk Squadron was an "air-to-ground" unit, and the Gladiators, with Gladiator 7 ([member="Ecarht Arak"]) being killed over Coruscant despite using ultrachrome on her craft, did both. But never Dunames would refer to Marianne as AM-188. To let her fly on such missions that would be more under the purview of the Ubiqtorate, Marianne would have to be close to the end of the training process: the First Order would never, ever let pilots in training serve missions like these without the Academy's consent.

 

[Anastasia Verd]

Location: Cademimu
Objective: III
Allies: [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Krest"], [member="Tempist"], [member="Nicair Claden"]
Enemies: First Order
[2]

It took a lot to impress a woman like Anastasia Verd, or rather the ancient soul that became her the moment of her first breath. Naha'va had seen so much in her very long life, through all the bodies she'd inhabited. So much that very few things even peaked her interest at times. However, as the large mouth dropped from the starship, through the stairs and onto the planet, she found herself focused on the windows, eyes widening slightly.

Close to impact, Anastasia caught to the chair she'd been seated in, her body still shaking. The roar though. Facinating. She immediately took to her surroundings, the eyes that suddenly focused on them and more so on the beast that landed. The shock and fear evident in on their faces. Anastasia didn't wait to reach for the hilt of her lightsaber.

Without so much as a word, Anastasia got out of her seat and jumped out of the kneeling droid, somewhere at the back hearing Isley roar from up high as she landed in a heeling position, the hiss of her lightsaber as it came alive to her side. She took a seconds to access the people there, the dead that were falling, the living that were moving on to others, the Mandalorians and the First Order people, their differences evident. Most Mandalorians wore their armors, a fact Anastasia didn't think she'd ever get used to.

Enemies identified, she jumped to her feet and charged, striking the first stormtrooper in her path, not giving the figure in white a chance to react. If Anastasia possessed to capability to care, the act would have hurt her. The First Order was not the Empire she'd devotes lives to but the Stormtroopers were children of Kamino, a marvelous gift to the Empire that stood once and the reason why Naha'va had come to be. Had she struck a clone? One like herself? Thankfully, Anastasia did not possess the capability to care as most did, and she continued to run, the trace of the thoughts fading quickly as her blade hissed close to her, a blaster bolt hitting it from the next trooper before she distant the weapon away from her skin, ready to strike when the explosion too place.

The blow rocked the floor beneath her, throwing her away. The blade's glow faded as the hilt dropped from her hand. Smoke prevented her vision, her hand reaching around the ground to find her weapon, the only one she needed. When she didn't find, she got to her feet, only to see a stormstrooper pick it up. Anastasia didn't wait, her hands coming together as she concentrated, summoning energy to her will, a ball quickly forming between her palms, growing, her hands distancing from one another. The stormtrooper rose his head to look at her, Ragnos still in his hand. When she threw the ball at him, he hardly had time to adjust, hitting him in his chest. She moved quickly as he fall, reaching for her weapon and igniting it again.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective V
Location: Abandoned mine on Sol'Nega
Goal: Fight!
[12]
[member="Abraxis"]

As if his Corellian luck was against him, the ground that they believed they would finally land on gave in from the quakes and constant shocks from the fight with the flying monsters. Hence, the Mandalorians' descent continued more and more while the beasts grew in number drastically. This was becoming more of a surviving mission rather than a resource gathering one.

His HUD showed him the location of one of the Mandalorians closer to him (Abraxis), with a call over the comm Zef spoke to him:

"<< This mine looks more of a graveyard then anything else. Light them up, kid. >>" The scoundrel referred to the use of flamethrowers to which he told every other Mandalorian that had been equipped with the flamethrowers on their wrists.

Turning their faces towards the encroaching flying beasts, the Mandalorians would all click their flamethrower control buttons on their wrist to spew out flames upon flames against the enemies. Literally, creating a flame wall between them and the monsters and also most likely lighting up a lot of unused fuel from the mine.

A suicidal plan but they had to make due with what they were given.

 

[Kai Acheron]

Objective IV:
Surmount control of Borosk from Imperial Remnant.
Establish Forward Operating Base within Capital Fortress.

Location:
Planetary Orbit, Borosk

Allies: Jar’orar Tsad Mandalorian Knights Mandalorian Crusaders

Enemies: Borosk Planetary Defenses Imperial Remnant Forces First Order

At first, all that had come as a response to the darkened lady was that of a smirk, long since obscured by the fact that Kai had donned a helmet to protect his head. And more importantly face — his vision was a bit on the necessary side to operate in this environment. “Enough to get by,” he amusing launched back at her, a slight tone of playful jest within his voice. “But to you I expect I’ll always be an outsider.” It didn’t matter what he was at this point — they weren’t enemies. Not immediate ones at least. So long as she didn’t stab him in the back, of which he foresaw no reasoning she would, then they were on the same side. He’d return the favor, and given that Isley had personally selected both of them for the mission, that right there said enough that he trusted the two to work together. Seamlessly, or not.

Keying the ignition to the vehicle with but the push of a button, it was within less than a few seconds after he swing his latter leg in that the pedal was down, pressing the speeder into full gear. An odd sight to see a relatively unarmoured vehicle blazing across the plains and into the canyons, but they didn’t exactly have the luxury of an arsenal to choose from. With any luck, if they needed something heavier the later dropships would bring it in, or they could simply just hijack one. Right now his concern was upon the holomap being projected from the center console, outlining the contours of the chasms they were coming up on.

“We’re coming up on the primary distributor. May or may not be a regular inside. So long as the power relay remains stable to ensure the core doesn’t overload the entire planet, you can blow up as much as you want.” Grinning at the prospect, he wasn’t admittedly that much into destruction. But the thought of some payback to the imperials wasn’t against him either. For a brief moment his mind dazzled back to his homeworld, and his early days when they had landed with a cadre of Mandalorians, practically razing his village. It was ironic that he was now working with the latter of the two. At least in some form.

Looking to the rear of them, he scanned the horizon. Empty. Nothing. In a swift jolt to return his vision forward, Kai breathed passively, looking for an outcropping within the rock. Nothing. And then a brief glimmer. Reflection, though it had been masked as heavy minerals, or sandstone. Clever. Especially if you didn’t want to give your presence away. “Dead ahead. Can’t see it physically. Switch to your thermal view. Two blast doors carved into the rockface, looks like some kind of holographic masking technology.”


[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member=Goran]
[member="Darian Beviin"]
[member="Josiah Denko"]
[member="Driel Beroya"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]

_______________________________

Armor