Hear the Cry of War Louder than Before [Mandalorian Crusade]

[Vilaz Munin]

"When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, “Come.” And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him."

-Revelations 6:3-4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fKtajMDhoo​

He was War, and he would lay the desolation of War upon the enemies of Mandalore. His armor was coated in the colors of black and red. Usually these colors meant something to him, and they did. Black resembled Justice. Justice would be demonstrated today and the lost souls of his brethren would be avenged with their swords that rang with Justice. Red resembled in honoring a father, but those colors had no ounce of that meaning. No, this crimson, fiery red would represent the blood that would be spilled and Mandalore's enemies would burn in the hell fire.

Like him, his Clansmen - the Vanguard of Mandalore - were oiled in these two colors and held the same intentions of their Chief. They sought to bring Justice avenge their fallen brethren, and they sought for blood on the corrupt and wicked that used their fallen brethren as their mere tools and pawns.

The voice of Ra echoed in his mind as he was reminded of the crimes that the Galactic Republic committed against the Mandalorians and how they merely used them to fight their unbeatable war against the Sith. He was reminded of the many empty promises of the senators as just an illusion for the Mandalorians to help them in their time of need and desperation.

But today, today would be the end of the Republic and their mockery as the Wolf of War would create an image of the Republic that would be their satisfying fate. An image of the apocalypse that would be their last judgment.

As three Orar'uliiks came out of hyperspace, still in stealth mode, and entered the Loronar system a massive shipyard that orbited Loronar greeted the Akaan and his Warriors. The beskad in the man's hand rose and held upwards, a symbol to represent War and the declaration of it. His Clansmen and the other Mandalorians that joined him would began a choir and chanted one word and one word only.

"WAR."​

Spoiler

[member="Briika Tor"]
[member="Arla Balor"]
[member="Marcus Lok"]
[member="Maanis Vizsla"]
[member="Dariak Talesa"]

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Location: Orar'uliik 2
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Maanis Vizsla"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic


As the ship drew closer in its stealthy voyage towards the monstrous shipyards Dariak had his head lolled against the armour of one of his warriors. He snored softly as the ship jostled from side to side which did little to wake him up. It was only the sharp kick from the warrior opposite him that snapped him from sleep which caused him to jolt forward in a sudden start before he rubbed his face with his palm. "Hrm." he let out with a grumpy growl before leaning forward.

Dariak had brought with him four warriors of his clan's Tal'kad Verde which were the elite commandos. The scouts, the first ones into the fray. The ones expected to pull out all the stops for the alor on the most dangerous and often insane missions. Attacking a Republic shipyard seemed to qualify. The black armoured warriors said little as Dariak soon joined them in inspecting their equipment. Pulling out power cells to blow into the connectors before slapping them back in. They all wore pelts over their shoulders and adorned themselves with various religious symbols of the Crusader ways.

"Well. Seems like we merry few have been selected to do a wee bit o' damage to that shipyard. Game faces on." he let out after securing his helmet over his head, the face plate adorned with a skull. The black armour had no 'Mandalorian' meaning to the Rikat warriors. It was just a scheme selected thousands of years ago by their ancestors and forefathers. To the Republic however and most other Outsiders; black was mystery. Black was the unknown. Black was often bloody terrifying.

 

[Briika Munin]

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Dariak Talesa"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Maanis Vizsla"]
Aboard a Mandalorian Clans' Orar'uliik headed to raid Loronar
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Red and black. Those used to be the colors of Briika Tor's beskar'gam when she was younger. Red to honor her father. Black for justice, which in Mando'a was the meaning of her last name.

Nowadays though the seasoned battle medic's armor was that of sliver or grey to some representing mourning of a loved one. The Enceri-born had several to give daily remembrances for - more importantly a brother, a husband, and an infant son; one lost to Death Watch, one to the rapture, and one to fate.

The blonde baar'ur was clanless yet rallied strong to the call of their new Mand'alor to crusade against the Galactic Republic… And this day, she would proudly follow the Wolf of War into battle.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Thoughts raced through Marcus's head as the engines of the Orar'uliik hummed on towards their first strike at the Republic. It was not surprising to him at all that it had come to this, Mandalore's speech had found zealous hatred in the hearts of nearly every one of his clansmen, and he was no exception. The Republic had been his enemy since he first fully committed to the clans at the battle for Roche, and he could hardly remember them putting up a decent fight even there! It had been at that most famous battle that he remembered the true corruption of the Republic and its leader ship being unveiled to the public, and any regrets of his actions on that station would be laughable. The words of Ra had echoed in his mind like an unending war drum that only fueled the fire of hatred towards their facade of a government. He felt betrayed, as did many, and he was all too eager to finally get his hands dirty.

His eyes fixated on the distinguishing visor of the helmet that he had so often observed. It was truly a second skin to him, and if it didn't remind him of the tradition of his people and their forefathers, then it reminded him of his own father. Though he had never taken the time to explain it, Marcus had never quite wondered what the paint scheme had meant to him. The dark blue of the main portions of plating meant very little to him, as did the black trim, and he could only take educated guesses as to what his father truly intended for it to mean. These thoughts were pushed aside as the craft began to rattle and were quickly replaced with a very simple meaning.

At least it looks good...

He quickly brought the helmet down over his head and secured it into place. Soon he found himself standing with the rest of his vode as they assumed ready positions. Suddenly, the deafening roar of the occupants overpowered any sort of commands that could be given. The man leading the chant, an inspiring commander to say the least, was [member="Vilaz Munin"], a seasoned veteran of a slew of conflicts. He really knew how to rile the guys up. So much so, that he found himself yelling along.

It was time to get to work.


[member="Vilaz Munin"] / [member="Dariak Talesa"] / [member="Briika Tor"] / [member="Arla Balor"] / [member="Maanis Vizsla"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Greyjoy, Loronar Shipyards, Loronar
Objective: Repairing/Rearming Tekkadan Ships, Exercise
Allies: --
Enemies: --

"Enough with the potshots!" Shockley bellowed, pounding a fist against his bare chest. "Come at me, if you dare!"

Well over a head taller than she, with an arm span that could cover the length of her body, it probably would have been a good idea for Face to continue with her winning strategy of keeping her distance, but she just couldn't ignore the challenge from the uppity Rally Master. The entire engagement, her lips had been curled up in a smirk as she had dominated her opponent for most of it, but then she flashed him a big grin right before granting his wish.

She barreled toward him at near full tilt, seemingly intent for straight on collision against the big man. Only as she came within his reach did she begin to shift her trajectory, pointing toward the outside of his right side. He lunged at her, arms shooting out like pistons to block the attempt at a flank.

As he committed to his attack, she kicked sideways on her lead foot and ducked under his left arm, getting a real nice gander of his hairy pits as she darted to his opposite side. Her executive officer was no chump, though, so he was already recovering from her feint to reposition, but by then, she mustered a spurt of extra speed to carry her to freedom. She could feel the light tug of his fingertips as they combed through her hair in a mad swipe.

Now well past Shockley, she was free to carry out the ultimate humiliation of dunking on him with no opposition. She performed an 180 spin before jumping into the air to slam the ball through the net backwards, just in time to see Shockley stumbling from her brutal crossover. The ball passed cleanly through the net, while she clung to the rim, smiling again.

"If I was afraid, it was only about breaking those ankles, boy!"

Shockley could only roll his eyes before looking away for a moment in a huff. For such a fearsome looking Mandalorian specimen, he could be quite the baby. She dropped to the ground, walking over to deliver a pat to the shoulder to her deflated subordinate.

"I kinda need my Exo in one piece. Anyway, game point."

He started muttering something under his breath as he stormed out of the hangar. Some of other crew closest to the action turned away to crack jokes or to quietly snicker. Face didn't pay much attention to it, going back to shooting alone. There was a reason most left her be on the makeshift court, all with a healthy concern for their ankles.

[member="Briika Tor"] [member="Dariak Talesa"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Krayn]

[member="Face"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

The Mandalorians were going to war.
It was something that all had deemed impossible of late, the inceptions of outsiders heavily leant towards the Clans being broken and unable to rally once again in a visage of previous glory. It had been curse laid against them as warriors, unable to truly be tested beyond petty border skirmishes and occasional incursions into their territory as it dwindled away like the light of a dying star. Yet with that curse came a blessing.
The ongoing monstrosities against the Mandalorian clans had caused a fellowship of sorts within its ranks, each individual crying out for someone to take hold of their fate and create a world worth living. Fortunately, the gods were listening…

Clan Vizsla had offered up that person, Ra who would now sit as Manda’lore atop of the clans and it was by his will that all people of the heritage be brought back within the reach of the other. Feuds had been set aside, past aggressions forgotten and replaced with purpose and a renewed fire.
For Mandalorians everywhere the horizon never looked more inviting, lush and plump with promise and glory, a lure that would was strong to all who sought it and never less so then in the form of the Vizsla currently sat within the stealth ship as it slipped quietly through Republic Space.

Maanis had been sworn in to his clan on this very night several years ago, yet it was only now as he glanced across the scattered warriors that he truly felt like a Vizsla, an avatar of powerful destruction and yet honourable intention. He took in blood red armours of those who bore it, same again to the darkened metal and thought briefly on the clans who owned such colours. His own Beskar’gam was of Clan Vizsla through and through, deep metal and blue effect, the leathers and furs he wore all dark or baring the same hue as his armour. Even his face had been smeared with the mystic cyan tones of Vizsla tradition.

He embraced the sound of the chanting around him as it continued, he embraced the anticipation and fed eagerly on the rising want for battle. The Republic had tried their hand once to many times against the Mando’ade, now they would truly experience the error of their ways. They would repay for their ignorance, for their idle threats and empty promises.
Tonight for Maanis and for many others aboard the Orar’uliiks the only currency they would accept in repayment was one simple thing…

Blood.

 

[Arla Ordo]

War - a state of armed conflict between societies. Generally characterized by extreme aggression, destruction and mortality.

[member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Maanis Vizsla"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

She had stood that day among the Clans, all Clans. Something she had wanted to see unification among them and now here it was they were of one thought, one mission to strike out at those that had struck at them.

Her armor, purple and silver the purple for loyalty. She was loyal to her Clan, and now to her Mand'alor who did what she thought was impossible. If she had any doubts before about what he could do they were gone chased away by strong words and actions.

She was ready she brought everything she had except Rudy.

Arla looked around the ship everyone deep in thought were they thinking of their own mortality? Or were they thinking how much damage could they do today? Or perhaps they were thinking the same thing she was.

She had made no friends among the Republic soldiers when she was there, they wanted no part of the red head. This was good now, she wouldn't have to be concerned about whether who she met in battle was friend or the enemy.

Green eyes darted about her buy'ce in her hand she would don it before they left the ship. Until then she closed her eyes and rested.

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Location: Orar'Ulik #3, "Docking" with the shipyards
Objective: Bring it Down
Allies: [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Maanis Vizsla"] @Face @Marcus Lok [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Dariak Talesa"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: None yet.

War. War was the answer to the injustice of the Obroa-Skai Accords. War was the way of Mandalorian Diplomacy. To show the galaxy who was acceptable, and who needed to be exterminated. To be purged. And Rekali the Hutt? He was an ambassador. He would show them the Mandalorian politics, virtues, and beliefs. In a Vondunn Skerr Hutta grown red and black, he would show them the Justice they deserved and honor his family so recently past.

"War." They chanted over and over, in tune with the Cuir Rekr leading them. The Orar'Ulik shook with a thud as it hit the edge of the shipyards. A hiss erupted as the Hull-Cutting Ring engaged. Cheers resounded throughout the ship as the hiss stopped and the gates of war were opened. Blaster-fire erupted and Rekali the Hutt charged in, finding the first soldier and running him through with a steng's talon extending off of his armor.

War. This was only the beginning.

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Location: Republic Shipyards, Cargo Delivery Bay
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Maanis Vizsla"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic

The entrance point that the second Mandalorian transport had breached was a delivery point for ores and materials. Hence there was little in the way of defenders bar simple dock workers. When the ramp dropped the Rikat warriors disembarked and fired towards the workers which were cut down easily. Alarms had started to blare throughout the bay as Dariak slowly descended down the ramp as his warriors took up positions against the Republic counter attack which he did not doubt that would come.

"Forward." he directed to the doorway. "Delta team first. Diamond. Charlie with me, hold this point."

Half of his warriors pushed forward through the doorway and soon an exchange of blaster fire could be heard as the Rikat scouts traded fire with some of the yard's Republic marines. Dariak turned his back from the engagement to press his transmit button on his comms as his team, Charlie team, watched the doorway in case their kinsman failed to hold back the marines. None of the Mandalorians had fallen yet and from the tell-tale sign of the Mandalorians' blaster fire it seems they had the upper hand.

"Commander Munin. This is Dariak. I've thought about three objectives we might accomplish. First we need to have a team secure the environmental controls. From there they can override the station's airlocks to cycle which should render most if not all of the defenders dead. Our armour's oxygen supplies should keep us alive while life support re-engages. Secondly I suggest we secure the command centre to capture any communication logs from nearby Republic Navy vessels and patrols which should give us insight into their strength in the system and sector. Thirdly I think I have an idea on how to destroy the station. These orbital platforms have thrusters to make any corrections to their geo-sync'd orbit. If we engage half of them we could destabilise the orbit and send it crashing into the planet. Most yards have refining facilities directly below to lower transit times and fuel costs. If we're lucky, we'll cripple this planet's industrial capability. As well as its ability to resupply the Republic. However it's not a sniper rifle. We may overshoot and hit a population centre. Otherwise we can simply rig the station's reactor with baradium charges. Your call."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Orar'uliik -> Shipyard hangar
Enemies: The Republic
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Maanis Vizsla"], [member="Arla Balor"], [member="Dariak Talesa"], [member="Rekali the Hutt"], [member="Marcus Lok"]
Mention: [member="Face"]

He enoyed every rhythm, every tone, every melody, and every musical element of those that he would lead today against the Galactic Republic here on Loronar. The raiding ships were nearing the dockings of the shipyard as the pilots flew the raiding ships at high speeds. Every soul on these three thunder birds couldn't wait anymore for them to unload onto the shipyards and unleash War to the Republic. There had been enough waiting for many years for this day to come. No more waiting. No more lost time. No more patience. Every second was quite unbearable for Vilaz as he hadn't gotten his hands dirty and paint a portrait that Mandalote would be pleased of. Every second wasted meant that those in the mystic realm of the Manda hasn't earned their right to rest peacefully as their deaths weren't avenged. Soon, however, would all come to happen.

The Cuir Rekr turned around to face his fellow Mandalorians and he raised a tight, clenched fist that would silence them. While he didn't enjoy ending their harmonious chants he did had some things to say that would cause spread and increase their hatred towards their enemy today.

"No more will we be mocked and used by the Republic!" He paused and his warriors yelled with burning hatred as their Akaan reminded him what the Republic had done to the Mandalore and her children. "No more will we be viewed as the weak of the Galaxy!" Another angry roar came from the men and women before his eyes. "No more will we ashame and disappoint Mandalore!" And a ferocious roar responded back to the Munin, angering them for not making their cultural homeworld proud and mighty like it was suppose to be.

Their trekking was unnoticed and successful since the Republic hadn't done anything to stop their approach to their main shipyards. Indeed, Vilaz was the owner and CEO of Loronar Corporations, but the Republic were still using these shipyards to produce their naval vessels for War. He was in charge of said company, but he had no power on how these shipyards were being used and operated; however, he would have the power to destroy the Republic's main source for making their navy.

Their flying had come to an end as the pilot told them that they had arrived at the shipyard's hangar. His helmet was placed on his head and made way to the boarding ramp of the Orar'uliik. "For Mandalore," the Cuir Rekr shouted as they finally made their assault as they unloaded onto the hangar of the shipyard. The Republic soldiers and the security that defended this facility were taken by surprised as the Mandalorians began to slaughter them. The Warrior paused as he received a commlink by a Dariak. He listened to the Warrior before making a decision on what would happen. "Alright, Dariak, here's what we're gonna do. We're not gonna worry about objective one. We're not gonna worry about objective two. We're gonna detonate this crap and blow it in oblivion. I don't want another council meeting just because we dropped this thing on the planet. You got that?" He ended the comm and returned back to slaughtering the welps of the Republic.

He had no intention of venting the Republic soldiers. No, he wanted to make this personal as much as he could, and he had no intention of securing logs from the Republic Navy. He only cared about doing what should have happened many years ago.

 

[Marcus Solstice]

Captain Hruk Bartyl​

Captain Hruk Bartyl was sleeping at the pilot's seat of his YT-2000 freighter, the ship running on autopilot out of the system, when the proximity alarm began screaming at him. He jerked up and looked around frantically. His Sullustan copilot jabbered at him in a wet tone, slapping controls and seizing the yoke. The freighter shook and turned upward, pulling into a gut-wrenching loop that found Hruk clinging to his seat like a terrified child. As Elur leveled the vessel out and the proximity alarm ceased its screaming, Hruk found his composure and smoothed his greasy locks back down atop his head as he checked the sensors. "What in the Force? There's nothing there," he realized, surprised. Elur jabbered at him again. "Yeah, yeah, we'll let them know...stay on course, but delay the hyperspace jump." Hruk replied as he reached for the comm and hailed Loronar Control.
"Hey Control, this is the Jumping Jack, I've got a possible Hazard encounter that isn't on charts."
"Jumping Jack, do you have a sensor reading on the Hazard?" The reply was swift.
Hruk caught himself shaking his head, even though they couldn't see him. "No, no, but my proximity alarms were triggered by something. My copilot got us out of the way, probably brought us out of range in his excitement. I assure you it's not a malfunction, I just had my peripherals inspected by your officers before I left this time around."
"No fear, Jumping Jack, we'll put take a closer look. Thank you for the heads up and fly safe. Control, out."
Hruk deactivated the comm and glanced at Elur. "Well that's that then," he muttered. His heart was no longer racing, but his hands were still shaking a little. Hruk wasn't the exciting type. He like easy charters, quick transports, and reliable pay. Almost crashing into something in the depths of space was one of his greatest fears. "Not today," he reassured himself as the Jumping Jack vanished into hyperspace.

Grand Admiral Marcus Solstice​

Admiral Solstice was on board the station when the Mandalorian ships entered Loronar space in secret, holding a conference with CSAF and Republic government leadership over the expansion of the shipyard complex. "The need for trade vessels is greater than ever," Solstice was saying. "While the Republic has lost territory in the wake of recent invasions, we've seen an increase in trade and commerce between ourselves and those systems we've lost. I personally suspect this is due to the loss of regulation in those sectors, which is a benefit I'm not necessarily keen on giving up. We're working on contracts with a variety of shipping entities that might use these vessels, so not a one will go to waste. The expansion effort won't take too lon--" Marcus cut himself off as an armored humanoid stepped through the doors of the conference room. Their face was hidden by the T-visor of a helmet. Marcus narrowed his eyes and asked for the leaders present to excuse him for a moment as he approached the new-comer.
"What is it Hadrix?" Solstice asked quietly, so no one else could hear. Without a word, the woman handed him a datapad, marked with a security alert. "Disruption? Just beyond the gravity well? Why is this important?" Marcus whispered. The Mandalorian woman tapped further down the 'pad's screen. "Nothing on sensors...and it's not an equipment malfunction?" He looked up at the woman who had once been his commanding officer. Hadrix shook her head. Marcus nodded in return. "Raise the alert to a Level Two. Security officials will handle their own business, but I want your Commandos on this with us. Keep me apprised of any developments." Hadrix remained silent. Marcus sent her off with a jerk of his chin, then turned back to the assembly as she left through the double doors.
"My friends, I apologize for the interruption, as I was saying..."

[member=Vilaz Munin] | [member=Dariak Talesa] | [member=Rekali the Hutt] | [member=Arla Balor] | [member=Maanis Vizsla] | [member=Marcus Lok] | [member=Face] | [member=Briika Tor]​

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Lord Commander Ali Hadrix​

Ali strode through the doors and brusquely down the corridor with the datapad still in her hand. Gaunt joined her just outside, his own helmet clipped to his belt. "So what's going on, Lord Commander?" He asked. Ali handed him the datapad, a silent request for him to stow it. He did. "With all the rampant terrorism going on, an accident like that could mean a stealth vessel carrying explosives, or troops, or whatever. We're at a Level Two alert. Launch two squadrons of Tee-Seventies to patrol the shipyards." Ali told him. Gaunt nodded, "I'll get the group up to speed." Ali watched as Gaunt donned his helmet and began speaking to the rest of the CSAF leaders on board the shipyard via secure comms. Moments later, Ali herself was contacted by the station's chief of security, Andrax Orat'n. "Commander, we have detected a trio of unauthorized vessels attempting to dock with the station."
"Why weren't they hailed long before now?" Ali asked. Orat'n seemed confused. "They didn't appear on our sensors until a moment ago, as they were passing through the station's shields." Ali narrowed her eyes in suspicion, though she couldn't say for sure. She suspected the vessels had been cloaked, and their cloaking masks had been disrupted by the energies of the station's shields. "Additionally, Commander, sensor sweeps of the vessels suggest beskar-plated hulls." Ali felt a sense of urgency overtake her. "Send security teams to intercept them immediately and transmit their locations to me, I'll dispatch Commandos to reinforce your squads." Orat'n offered his thanks and dropped the secure connection.

It was then that the shooting began. It first sounded over the station's general comm channels, as dock workers and security staff called for help. Blaster fire could be heard in the background of each transmission, and Ali's jaw tightened in frustration. "We're running a little late it appears," she muttered to herself as Orat'n's coordinates finally reached her HUD. "Gaunt, get the entire unit active, I want the whole company on alert." Ali looked over the station's layout, identifying her own units, the Republic's security staff, and the locations of the suspected invaders. Whomever they are, they picked a bad time to feck around, Ali thought. The Republic military had a battlecruiser in the area and a retinue of soldiers accompanying Grand Admiral Solstice on his visit to the station, and CSAF happened to be using the region as a temporary base during scouting ops on New Plympto. As a result, there were plenty of soldiers on board the station to provide for its defense beyond the capabilities of the Loronar Security Staff. For this, Ali felt fortunate, though she couldn't much venture as to why an attack was happening now.
One of the intrusion locations was an ore depot within the station, though it was the only one under attack, thus ore couldn't be their goal. The other two intrusion spots were hangar bays co-located with the ore depot. The nearest major control hubs were nearly a full kilometer away, further down the shipyard's structure. Ali couldn't decide what the intruders were attempting to do. That's when she picked up their transmissions over comms.

"Commander Munin. This is Dariak. I've thought about three objectives we might accomplish. First we need to have a team secure the environmental controls. From there they can override the station's airlocks to cycle which should render most if not all of the defenders dead. Our armour's oxygen supplies should keep us alive while life support re-engages. Secondly I suggest we secure the command centre to capture any communication logs from nearby Republic Navy vessels and patrols which should give us insight into their strength in the system and sector. Thirdly I think I have an idea on how to destroy the station. These orbital platforms have thrusters to make any corrections to their geo-sync'd orbit. If we engage half of them we could destabilise the orbit and send it crashing into the planet. Most yards have refining facilities directly below to lower transit times and fuel costs. If we're lucky, we'll cripple this planet's industrial capability. As well as its ability to resupply the Republic. However it's not a sniper rifle. We may overshoot and hit a population centre. Otherwise we can simply rig the station's reactor with baradium charges. Your call."
Munin. Ali thought angrily to herself. She assumed the man in question was Vilaz Munin, one of the higher ranking Clansmen that had been present during the Roche invasion. She didn't know the man personally, but he carried a reputation among the Clans as a sort of hick, countryfolk. Focused on the personal wants of the moment, rather than a long-term thinker. This could be a good or a bad thing, depending on the situation. Currently, it was a good thing for Munin, and a bad thing for the Republic. Ali's judgment of his character was confirmed as she heard his response over comms.
"Alright, Dariak, here's what we're gonna do. We're not gonna worry about objective one. We're not gonna worry about objective two. We're gonna detonate this crap and blow it in oblivion. I don't want another council meeting just because we dropped this thing on the planet. You got that?"
Ali grimaced, at least Munin was against drowning the station in the atmosphere, regardless of his otherwise ignoble intentions. Despite Munin's response, Ali wanted to make sure those objectives were protected in case other elements decided to go after them. Gaunt, who had also heard both transmissions, took care of the task himself. Soon, they were nearing the hangar where the second transport had supposedly docked. By now Ali could hear the blaster fire and shouting. She spotted Abram, Foltest, and a handful of other Commandos waiting outside, tucked against the walls of the corridor leading out of the hangar.
"Any changes?" Ali asked as she approached, falling into the stack behind Abram. The man shook his head, "They're too busy shooting up everyone inside the hangars. It's just slaughter. The Pub security forces didn't put up much of a fight." Foltest chipped in, biting back, "How are they supposed to when they're caught by surprise and their reinforcements are hiding out in a hallway?"
Abram was about to speak but Ali cut him off. Foltest was one of their recent additions to BOG, from advanced training on Carida. He was clever and skilled, but brash. "None of that. Sticking it out here was the right choice, we can ambush them as they leave."
Abram nodded, "We've already got an E-WEB positioned down the hall, and proximity charges placed amongst those crates as you step out of the hangar." Ali glanced down the hallway in both direction to confirm this. She could see the dull metal of the charges hidden behind storage crates that were parked outside the hangar bay doors. "Check your weapons," Ali ordered as she checked her Verpine Assault Rifle and made contact with the other CSAF units throughout this area of the station. Most had set up ambush points like the one Abram had, though others had established defensive lines further away as well, expecting Mandalorian forces to breach deeper into the station before their ambushes could be set. For the moment, the intruders were contained, but Ali knew that was mostly due to the fact that they hadn't tried leaving the hangars or the ore depot yet. Contained would mean CSAF managed to keep them inside.
"Vode!" Ali called out, her voice transmitting to the comm speakers within the hangar she stood outside of. "I could care less why you're here, but I hope you join the manda as warriors, rather than cowards." Her words were respectful and inflammatory at the same time, typical Mando'ade war banter. Neither side would yield by the words of another, but Ali knew how to boil her own people's blood.

[member=Vilaz Munin] | [member=Dariak Talesa] | [member=Rekali the Hutt] | [member=Arla Balor] | [member=Maanis Vizsla] | [member=Marcus Lok] | [member=Face] | [member=Briika Tor]​

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Location: Republic Shipyards, Cargo Delivery Bay
Allies: Tal'kad Verde Section (8/8) | [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Maanis Vizsla"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic | [member="Ali Hadrix"] | [member="Marcus Solstice"]

"It was a good plan." Dariak told himself with some reproach before he heard the voice over the speakers. He had to hand it to the station's defenders; they did talk a good game. Keeping the enemy off balance so they did stupid things was a tactic Dariak often employed. He wasn't one to simply smash strength against strength and hope to come out on top. "Delta team. Regroup on my position. Time to show our lovely host that Crusaders aren't all that big on the Manda."

The warriors who had secured the doorway of the cargo hangar pulled back so a small semi circle had formed around the landing craft's ramp. Dariak found it strange the Republic hadn't tried to storm the hangar. A nervous Mandalorian was a dangerous Mandalorian. Far more than simply being an angry one. Angry Mandalorians were predictable since you expected them to throw a punch. One that was nervous? You didn't know what to expect. Dariak was counting on that.

"Det-pack on that bulkhead! Time to do a little decorating." the warrior ordered. "Let's see if we can't get eyes on our point of entry. Charlie take up position to cover the door. There should be a ladder or lift you can take to the upper section."

One of the Rikat scouts ran up to the piece of bulkhead that Dariak had indicated to and placed a thermal det-pack on the metal wall while half of Dariak's squad ascended to the top half of the hangar. Their job wasn't to shoot out of the newly made wall but shoot those who tried to use the actual entrance to flank Delta team. While doing this, Delta squad and Dariak started to check crates to see if they did indeed hold inert metal ore before moving them into makeshift firing points.

They set up their light repeater onto one of the crates while the marksman lay on his belly by the gunner's feet, rifle poking out around the side of the barrel. The det-pack was cleared and Dariak gave the signal to the sapper. "Det up!"

With those words spoken the pack exploded throwing metal and dust outward into the corridor that led to the ore depot where Dariak had boarded the station. With their line of site wide open the Mandalorian Crusaders opened fire. The repeater chattered away along with the rifles around it spewing out bolts of green plasma down towards any of the waiting defenders. The lone marksman beside the gunner tried to aim for anyone wielding a heavy or emplaced weapon that would threaten their new entrance into the main station.

"Launchers!" bellowed Dariak. Two warriors and himself fired their 30mm grenades into the corridor, the bombs packed with high explosives to try and shake any of the defenders loose from a crevice or paste them in their firing points.

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Location: Loronar Shipyars, Hallways
Objective: Plan Echo, Stage One
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Dariak Talesa"] [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Maanis Vizsla"] [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Marcus Solstice"]
Other?: [member="Face"]

While the Akaan had boarded the Shipyard's Hanger Bay and Dariak had found his way to the Cargo Bay the third Orar'Ulik had aimed for a less specific target, rather using it's Hull Cutting Ring to get into one of the main hallways. Rekali the Hutt and several other Mandos had already cleared it and sever had begun heading to their main targets. Rekali The Hutt's target in particular was Capital Research. As a large Shipyard the entire operation was primarily engineering in nature, the repair and upkeep so their was no way to target "The Engineering Bay" as a whole, but Capital Research was where Loronar designed, simulated, and eventually built new warships for the Republic. While Loronar wasn't necessarily spoken of like Fondor or Kuat it was one of, if not the, largest shipyard the crumbling Republic had left. If there was any new projects worth stealing, chances are it would be there, ripe for the taking.

And because Vilaz Munin, their Cuir Rekr was CEO of Loronar Corporation he managed to procure schematics of the shipyards. So Rekali the Hutt and his escort knew exactly where he was going.

<Lay some charges on this bulkhead.> Rekali spoke to his vod in Huttese, Two specialists Pulled out a couple of detonators, activated the magnetic clamps, a 3 second delay and then backed the feth up. An explosion resounded the hall, the explosives carefully weighted to have just enough punch to destroy the walls and not risk breaching other bulkheads. When the smoke cleared the Mando's rushed in, not finding themselves in Capital Research, but instead the barracks that were nearest too it. Their were screams of panic and the shrill sound of blaster fire as Republic Soldiers fired upon them. Rekali the Hutt charged forward, absorbing most of the blaster fire with his Vondunn Skerr Hutta and skewering a soldier in kind as his Vod came in, shotguns blazing. Their were screams of terror as the civilians witnessed their protectors fall one by one, by one, until only one soldier remained. He was missing half and arm and coughing up blood. Rekali the Hutt looked around and picked up the man by his neck and raised him off the ground, showcasing the soldier to the workers within.

<I need someone from Capital Research. Now.> He said in Huttese as one of the faceless and blood-covered Mandalorian Soldiers behind him translated. After he was done speaking he extended one of the armor's talons with a distinctive shing! They cowered at the sound and tried to be silent as he put the tip of the talon unto the gut of the soldiers armor. He pulled his arm back in preparation for a stab before their was a cry to stop from a Gotal.

"No, no, I work in Capital Research. I'll do what you want." The Hutt smiled and dropped the body. One of his Vod took a handcuff and chained his one remaining hand to a nearby bedrail, while another handcuffed the Gotal's hands together and brought him up to charge. They had their way in. As Rekali the Hutt went back out into the hallways and began heading to Capital Research one of his men commed the Akaan.

"Akaan, this is Shiro from squad three. We've completed the first stage of plan Echo. Moving on route to stage two." Vilaz would have been informed of the plan prior to the raid, as well as the details and who was assigned to it.


Stage one, get someone who can get past the biometric scanners. Stage two, steal any sensitive information you can. Stage three, destroy anything the Republic could use later.

 

[Krayn]

There had been a moment of pure silence just before the door had fallen where Maanis felt the entire universe freeze around him. He used it as an excuse to release a long breath, his helmet picking up the air and recycling it into the internal systems of his armour.
The words of Munin were lost to the young Vizsla as his world entered purely on the sight in front of him, the sound of his own heartbeat and the tunnel that had become his vision.
His fist tightened around his blaster.
It was time…

The Republic hanger came into sharp contrast as the door to the shuttle dropped and Vizsla was out into the hanger as one of the first of the charging Mandalorians. The Republic guards around them were taken by complete surprise, several being cut down by the spray of blaster fire released from Maanis’ weapon. As he fast-tracked across the hanger he lowered his shoulder and charged into one particular trooper, his armoured weight bowling the pub over onto the ground where he was left after a quick strike from the Beskar weighted blade on his wrist.

There was no time to rest, Maanis quickly pouring shots into the chest of another trooper as the pub attempted to react. Comm-channels opened up within his helmet. Something about a plan and the want for it not to be another incident.
Maanis didn’t care, he was there to spill blood and that was all. Everything else was just background noise to the collection of debt owed in Republic lives.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Location: Loronar Shipyards, Corridors
Objective: Take and hold Security Room
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Maanis Vizsla"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Dariak Talesa"] [member="Arla Balor"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Marcus Solstice"]


Marcus felt his heart rate increasing as the craft's fusion cutters set to work against the hull of the station. It was not long before the device had cut a hole right through the section of durasteel and the doors to the Orar'uliik hissed open. The sounds of blaster fire were immediate and unmerciful. From behind the shoulders of the few commandos that disembarked in front of him, the still and lifeless corpses of several republic security agents lay crumpled upon the durasteel floor. It would seem as though a slaughter was all but inevitable as they continued to rush into the hangar from the depths of their stealth craft. Soon, he brought up his own rifle. Each shot he took seemed to find its mark on some security trooper who made an attempt to either return fire or retreat back into the safety of the corridors beyond. There would be no mercy today, and he wanted the Republic to feel each lost soul. However, he was not completely lost in his zeal.


"Commander, It's Marcus. I'm going to see if I can't get to security. If I can get into those systems this might be as easy as Roche was!"


It was a simple enough plan, but Marcus hardly had any doubts that it would be too difficult. With the main attacks happening in the hangars, there was little doubt in his mind that the Republic would be sending in entire detachments of troops to attempt to push his vod back into space. Controlling the security systems of the station wouldn't exactly stem the flow of security troopers, but he could certainly hinder their progress until they were rendered ineffective. He just had to the console...


Signalling to his small group of new-bloods who were eager to get their taste of glory, he began to sprint towards one of the many maintenance corridors. He knew that he could not lead an entire detachment through these hatches, lest the Republic set up defenses and wait for them to all pour out of the bottle neck that these corridors often made when defended well. The door, built into the wall, was by no means large, and he was all too glad to see that they had not taken the time to lock it up. They would have to be fast, there was no telling when Republic security would start to lock down these subsets of entrances.


The corridor was tight and not at all inviting to any sort of combat troop who was in heavier armor. More than once he nearly hit his helmet off of a new pipe or lowered section of hallway that had been exposed for repair or general inspection. He cursed yet again as he stumbled across a new type of obstacle. a few technicians were hurriedly attempting to seal the door that would lead into the main hallways of the station. Hardly caring if anyone noticed, he let loose a long and steady burst into their bodies, which were soon sheared and burned as they fell to the floor. That had been close, if they were only a few moments later, they would have lost their entry point. He had to wipe this thought away, there would be too many instances in which he found this to be true. With a short glance both up and down the corridor to confirm that no enemy troops were moving towards them, the small group began to rush towards a section which they could only assume would hold the security chamber. Once there, it was only a matter of holding the computers until their forces passed them in their steady advance. That is of course, if everything went to plan.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Maanis Vizsla"], [member="Dariak Talesa"], [member="Rekali the Hutt"], [member="Arla Balor"], [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Other: [member="Face"]
Objective: Bring it down
Gear:

Spoiler

-Beskar'gam
-Two WESTAR 34 pistols
-One thermal detonator
-Two flashbangs
-One EMP grenade
-Fett-Kal knife
-Mandalorian steel beskad
-Rifle (check bio)

Whatever [member="Marcus Solstice"] ran into, it sure wasn't one of the Orar'uliiks because the Mandalorians piloting them were sharp and careful to not ram into any other vessels and they were already at the shipyards. Not only that, but Marcus' ship would be destroyed if such thing happened due to the velocity of the the two ships, meaning that Marcus and his crew would be killed either by the vacuum of space or the magnitude of the explosive. Either they hit some invisible rock or something that Marcus and his crew knew of. Also, Vilaz's unit specifically made their entrance in the hangar by using the hull fusion cutters of the Orar'uliik instead of landing in the hangar and exposing the thunder bird. He wasn't sure about the other two Orar'uliiks, but his did that.

In the hangar, the Mandalorians overwhelmed the Republic troops and the security with their maneuverability via jetpacks. Much faster than running around and it always gave one higher ground when someone wanted to take out the opposition from the air. Minutes and moments after Vilaz and his unit had made their entrance to their adversaries, every last Republic soldier and every Loronar security personnel were nothing more than corpses littering the hangar bay.

Too damn easy.

Mere seconds after Vilaz and his Warriors had conquered the hangar from the Republic forces on this shipyard a voice coming from the Battle of Roche was speaking through the transmitters. He remembered that voice. It was one that he often mocked and laughed of due to her empty threats that she made to a prestigious Rygrl Larraq about how the Republic were better trained, better organized, and better at everything than the Mandalorians and how she would lead the Republic to victory in Mandalore. That being said, he wasn't afraid of this wannabe Mandalorian that dared to speak the Mandalorians tongue. Just the fact of her speaking Mando'a and pretending to be a Mandalorian was just sheer mockery that irritated every Warrior of Mandalore.

"Just wait, Hadrix. Just wait," the Cuir Rekr replied back to the woman with a menacing tone. While Hadrix's threats had no weight in them, everyone knew that whenever Vilaz made a threatening promise they knew that they had to bring it down a notch or two if they didn't want to be wasted by Alor of Clan Munin. "Maanis, secure the perimeter and make sure every Republic soldier and security personnel is dead," the Akaan said to a Vizsla Warrior and sent some Munin clansmen with him. The Warrior then pulled out the schematics of the shipyard that would lead him and his unit right to where he was aiming for: the reactor. "Excellent, Marcus, the Warrior replied back to the slicing Mandalorian which was a rare thing to see for the Munin. "Briika, how well are your leadership skills," Vilaz said to a female Mandalorian that was known for her skills as a battle medic. These comm channels were encrypted making it hard for anyone to interfere. Granted, it wasn't impossible to crack in and eavesdrop, but it would take time and skills to decrypt the channel. He wouldn't respond back to Shiro or checked up on Dariak, but later on he would check up on them and see what their situation was.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Maanis Vizsla"], [member="Dariak Talesa"], [member="Rekali the Hutt"], [member="Arla Balor"], [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Other: [member="Face"]
Objective: Mandalore remembers
Gear: In bio


The sound of thunderous blaster fire echoed in the giant expanse of the Loronar shipyard's hangar where the Wolf and his pack of warriors' orar'uliik breached. It was music to the ears if you weren't a Republic soldier or security guard, who were vengefully mowed down with a spray of hell fire from above as the Mando'ade pushed forward using the advantage of their jet packs. Briika hadn't had this much fun in a long time, and the raid was only beginning.

The chatter coming through the comms at this time on the encrypted frequencies of the Mandalorian Clans' tactical channels were positive so far. The assault teams were making progress and proceeding to their assigned objectives. The seasoned battle medic kept an ear and eye out for her fellow verde to make sure any wounded would be taken care of asap, but at this point there were none to treat. The plan, and more so the hope, was to keep it that way.

The blonde baar'ur was standing just behind their fearless leader in her silver beskar'gam as she was supposed to be covering his six, and had done so on the first part of their assault. When Munin's grizzled voiced crackled in her ear, Bree just smirked from behind the darken red T-visor of her buy'ce. She wasn't that naive, young vod, who had first been assigned on the Ori'ramikade team of Strider and Ordo all those years ago… No now the Enceri-born had hardened up, or wised up rather, and could give as good as she could take, and then some for Mandalore.

[ Briika, how well are your leadership skills.]

[ What… You tired already old man, need a nap? ] she quipped back with a chuckle, then added more seriously a tick later. [ What do you need done, Vilaz? ]

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: hangar
Allies [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Maanis Vizsla"] [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemy Republic
Gear listed in Bio

Arla had been in more wars and dominions than some not as many as others but when her feet hit the deck of the Republic station she landed with a sure step and a thought of one thing, remember the blood that had been spilled. She lifted her pistol, keeping it firm in her grip, the crushgaunts formed to her hand, her fingers curled around the trigger. Don't trust the Republic, remember what they did. The bres'briik connected to her armor she had learned to toss it finally, and with the folds of her armor the force breaker grenades she loved, she was ready.

Orders were given she made sure her buy'ce was attached and everything working. The T in her visor feeding her information as her green eyes made a sweep of the area. For a moment her gaze settled on the medic front of her, with Vilaz leading. She did not know either but she knew she had to trust them to know their work off to her left Maanis Viszla another unknown but they were Vo it did not matter who knew who, only that they shared one thought.

She remained silent listening for orders. Arla had risen to the rank of Rally master under the last leadership. She was a leader of her own clan but she knew when to speak and when to listen. For now it was listen as she took in the hangar.

 

[Krayn]

So the Pubs wanted to play did they?
Good.
Maanis grabbed the collar of one particular guard who had slipped to the ground in his rushed onslaught, a failed attempt at trying to go unseen in Maanis’ eyes which essentially only angered his pride more. Weakness would be met with punishment.
With a single hand he took the man’s forehead and with strength aided by the electronics in his armour pushed it backwards into the deck with a hard shove. A cry of pain echoed across the hanger as Maanis did it again and again eventually creating a soft squelching crack as the hard floor cracked the man’s skull. Even in silence Maanis continued until he was satisfied the soldiers weakness was repaid.

“Maanis, secure the perimeter and make sure every Republic soldier and security personnel is dead.”

Standing to his full height the Mandalorian looked towards Vilaz and have him a curt nod. “My pleasure.” A certain sickening joy to his voice as the silver and blue armour, now dripping with sprayed blood took stepped over the Republic corpse.

According to the pre-raid briefings they had been instructed that there was a series of interconnecting tunnels to the target hanger. Each of these tunnels could be isolated and lockdown but also house a significant amount of counter assault troopers. It was here that Maanis would have to secure the perimeter, until those corridors were theirs it would be pointless carrying on as they could be cut-off and pincered.

“Get the door open.” Maanis pointed at a bulkhead that had sealed itself on the far side of the hanger, already initial scans had indicated a number of Republic troopers preparing for an assault on the other side. Maanis had different plans for them.
One of the Munin Vod strapped bundles of cutter mines onto the bulkhead while the others took up breaching positions. Maanis didn’t, he stood ready to charge. An axe, crafted from Beskar had taken position in his hand ready to spill the blood of those behind the bulkhead he just had to wait for the seal to explode first.

There was a sizzle and a crack as the charges worked.

3, 2, 1….