Faction Honor Reborn (Resol'nare)

[Mando'ade Gehat'ik]

We have been scattered, beaten, gutted, dishonored and betrayed. Our dead have been left as carrion across many worlds, and dogs have come to devour the scraps. Our dead were collected, their weapons and armor stolen and their bodies desecrated. While we were licking our wounds, or attempting to get vengeance, all across the holonet reports of Mando’ade raiding freighters, of slaughtering entire villages on backwater planets if they did not pay them tribute, and so much more called out. Someone, in the armor of our clans.

We were too busy, we made excuses. But one of us went to investigate and upon seeing their clan they tried to get answers. The beskar wearers turned on them quickly. Like a warrior they fought them off as best as they could, and placed a tracker on their ship. Before they succumbed to death, they sent a message out to as many as they could warning of the aruetii who wore our faces, and stole our names.

Our honor is lost. Our word is lost. However, we cannot let it stand this way. One of our own has called out through the darkness for us to avenge them and our other fallen, to take back our name.

Scouts from several clans were the first to answer, they checked on the rumors, investigated the raids, and found the asteroid base that these raiders used to further tarnish us. It was located deep in space, far away from the borders of any planet. An expanse of asteroids had long ago wandered from their system and found their way, floating through the void. In the middle of these, almost perfectly blended in was an asteroid base. Perhaps used long ago for any number of reasons, by any number of people. Now it floated, aimlessly, used.

The Scouts called for action and the clans have answered, two strike forces, one to destroy that which has stolen our names, and the other to bring honor to our fallen.

Two task forces will engage.

Task Force One will engage their space forces. Their opposition are converted freighters, shuttles, transports, and a large contingent of fighters and interceptors. We will need to use small ships as well to break through the asteroid field and find victory.

Task Force Two shall pierce the shell and enter the base directly. They are to cut the head off the snake and recover the armor and weapons so they can be returned to their clans. The raiders look like us, wear our armor, and use our weapons. This will not be easily won. But they are not us, we can claim victory here.

There will be blood. The ones who kill the least, will buy the drinks. Honor or death.

Tags: Mig Gred | Adenn Kyramud | Isabeau | Kragr Krayt | Allya Vi'Dreya

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

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Objective: Get to the base, and transmit the way through the asteroids to the others.
Equipment: Trickster's Lightsaber, Nightbringer Beskar'gam, Starbird-Type Blasters, Fragmentation Grenades, EMP grenades, Medkit
Ships: Unyielding Faith, 2 Bomber-Shuttles, 10 Scyk Class Interceptors
Enemies: 4 Squadrons of Headhunters, 3 Assault Transports
Tags: Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred | Isabeau | Kragr Krayt | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol


There was only so much a person could take. Allya had her reasons for being on the side of every conflict she ever had. But reason only could restrain a person for so long. This was personal, very personal. The Mando’ade teen paced back and forth on the bridge of her corvette. The Unyielding Faith was on full alert, it’s pilots ready and the strike team assembled. Each of the people on the ship were her family, her Aliit. The beskar clad warriors that geared up the ships and prepared for battle had fought at her side for many years now. Normally their closeness gave her peace which allowed for the young warrior to retain some form of calm.

However, the reality was that she SEETHED. The anger filled her very being, the rage was barely kept from pouring out, and the hatred was so intense it was nearly palpable as she paced. The Beskar’gam clad woman clenched her black hooded cloak around her form tightly. She found some peace in its closeness. Gloved hands clenched and unclenched as the ship prepared to exit hyperspace.

“Captain, we have to be quick. They will notice we are there quickly. Weapon systems online, shields at full. We have to find a way to get to the base. The moment we find one we send the coordinates to the rest.” Her voice was cold and modulated through her helmet. The Dark Sider Mandalorian braced herself as the ship exited hyperspace.

In the blackness of the void no light shone. It was difficult to see the millions of asteroids that filled the area ahead of them. Quickly, she moved to a console and began to punch in coordinates. The force was her ally, and it was a very strong and useful tool in these situations. “Here, I can feel the base there….Captain, open the turbolaser batteries on this point, fire immediately. Blow the larger asteroids into nothing.” She rushed out of the Bridge and into the hanger bay of her corvette. Ten fighters, and two bomber-like shuttles were prepared. The Mando’ade that she had brought along moved into the cockpits and filled the shuttles.

There was no loud Oya, no cheerfulness. The fact they had ALLOWED it to come to this in the first place was SHAME. The only thing that would cleanse it was to coat their entire beings in the blood of these bastards. Allya crawled into the cockpit of one of the shuttles, and within moments they launched.

Her back was pushed hard into her seat as the shuttle exited the hanger. IONA’s familiar voice chimed in her mind as the corvette’s powerful weapon caused various asteroids to explode. The shock-waves would carry several of the other asteroids off, and began to force a pathway for smaller vessels to take into existence. “Four squadrons of headhunters inbound. I can ‘see’ three assault transports beginning to move into place. Oh, by the way, I’m taking the opportunity to charge your weapon and micro-fighter systems. No need to thank me for thinking of you. I know I’m wonderful.” Allya’s eyes rolled as she pushed hard on the steering yolk.

The ship handled well, it wasn’t nearly as sluggish as most shuttles. It wasn’t great, but it was more than enough. As they moved closer to the asteroids, the fighters popped into view. The ten combat fighters of Allya’s moved into position and attacked where they could. Their technology was far superior to the old moth eaten headhunters. Allya nudged the yolk a bit to the side, a headhunter locked and fired one of the proton torpedoes. It tried in vain to dodge but soon went up in a fireball. With that the shuttles moved off towards the base. A pair of headhunters fell on her tail. Rather than perform any drastic maneuvers, she simply allowed the tri-blaster cannon fire to hit her tail and rolled close towards a cluster of particularly fine asteroid debris. As she passed by it, the girl reached out with her anger, and swiped at the debris telekinetically. Her anger found an outlet and while not much, the debris moved into the path of the two fighters behind her, explosions rocked the bomber-shuttle as it marked a route fighters and other smaller craft could take. It transmitted this data back to the Unyielding Faith which gave the battle data to the rest of the incoming ships.

 

[Kragr Krayt]

It was weird, Kragr had not really had much contact to Mandalore, for a long time actually and since he hadn't really kept himself up-to-date with the holo news, the attacks, beating of his people and destruction of his parents home planet, really came as a surprise. However, it never stopped this red-haired Mandalorian from keep fighting and staying a proud Mando among his brothers and sisters.

And apparently, this was one of these times, some fools that took the name and culture in vain, using it to take and raid whatever they wanted, having no real opposition. Until now. It seemed they were quite a few of Resol'nare that had joined this operation to take these shabs out of commission for good. Coming in hot through hyperspace, a stolen ship, built to take a good amount of punches, raced past the Corvette, flying over it, maybe a little too close for comfort. Coming over the comm to the Corvette and shuttle Allya was in, "Don't mind us. Coming through!" called Kragr sending a signal, telling the rest that they also were from the Resol'nare as the stolen ship dashed past the shuttles, dodging blaster fire left and right.

The stolen ship flew directly at the hanger bay of the base, seemingly not slowing down. Placing his helmet over his head, Kragr commed back to Isabeau, "get ready, it's about to get real loud!" Called Kragr with his familiar hearty laughter. One of the base's blaster cannons managed to strafe the right-wing, causing it to smoke but wasn't enough to stop the racing ship.

"Now!" Said Kragr and redirected all of the ship's shield to the front, increasing it with 200%, hoping it was enough. If it wasn't, then this would have been a quick life. Then again, if it would work, then it made for an effective entrance.

Bracing himself, the ship flew through the entrance of the hanger and crashed with a loud bang, completely destroying the nose of the ship and hanger-wall it connected with. But, all things considered, they survived and destroyed a couple of fighters getting ready for taking off, and probably a good chunk of men even. Kragr's voice came over the surprisingly still working comm, "well, they know we're here now" stated the red-haired Mandalorian as everyone with a blaster, pointed at the burning and smoking ship that just crashed into the hanger.

Coming into the lounge of the ship, he looked at ( Isabeau ), holding his blaster rifle, "ready?" he asked smiling wide behind the cold beskar helmet.

Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred | Isabeau | Allya Vi'Dreya | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Neebray-class cargo frigate/carrier Hidden Blade.
Tags: Adenn Kyramud Kragr Krayt Isabeau Allya Vi'Dreya Taru Cadera Aselia Verd Shuklaar Kyrdol

Mig was quickly running down to the hangers as the Hidden Blade prepared to come out of hyperspace, armed with his Trayc'kad lightsaber, Echani vibrosword, and the Sith vibroknive that almost killed him. He wore his light weight armor, painted in grey and black. He knew the cost of failing this. They had just gotten the coordinates for where this base was, and now was to time to remind these impostors that you didn't mess with Mandalorians! Mig had already had trouble recently just trying to help keep his clan alive, and now this! The Blade's hangers were full of Mando'ade, 16 GF-2Bs, a pair of YT freighters, an old Kom'rk, and the Echo's Light. They were all ready to fight though. He ran into the the Echo, tapping the astromech at the ships controls.

"Get ready R10. This is gonna get crazy real quick." The droid gave a low toned whistle before preparing to take off. And almost the moment he was ready, the hangers opened to reveal they were there. The fighters and larger craft quickly took off as the Hidden Blade moved into formation with the Unyielding Faith. One of the pilots then called out, almost annoyed.

"Why didn't we bring one of the bigger ships?"

"Because we don't need them, now stay on task and target."

"But they...!"

"I know. We can't waste ships though, and they have their duties. Now focus on the Headhunters, dang it!" The fighters rolled around, quickly targeting some of the enemy Headhunters. Particle cannons thudded as the pale yellow bolts flew towards some of the enemy fighters. Mig practically growled as he took the copilot position. He wanted these fighters gone. All of them gone! And if there was an actual Mandalorian behind this... well in his mind they were a dar'aliit demagolka at this point if they existed. He then say the transports, tapping the astromech again. "Assault transports! Watch those things, they have heaver weaponry than any of us right now."

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: Board the base and destroy all the aruetii
Ship: Aegis Eternum(linked in sig) | Beskad Warriors | Beskad Elite | Boarding Shields | Gunner
Tags: Allya Vi'Dreya | Kragr Krayt | Isabeau | Mig Gred | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol

Those who followed the resol'nare, the six tenants of Mandalorian society, were often seen as being the real Mandalorians. Of course, there were exceptions, but in the current day and age, most who were Mandalorian followed the tenants. So the fact that there were areutii claiming to be Mandalorian, well it made Adenn mad. He saw it as them spitting on everything a Mandalorian was, as them practically spitting on the graves of any true Mandalorian. That meant they needed to be purged, purged with all due prejudice, purged so wholly that it would be as if they had never existed.

For that reason Adenn had come to the coordinates given by both the scout and aided by others seeking to destroy the areutii. Clan Mortui came in but a single ship, the Aegis Eternum, the original ship of Adenn, put back into use so that the clan could pass through the asteroids. The ship emerged from hyperspace at the edge of the asteroid field and immediately plunged into the depths of danger. As they neared the asteroid base, Clan Mortui went about final preparations, checking their boarding pods, armor, and shields. They were ready to slaughter these areutii, and they knew they'd win this battle, unlike others where it had been more of a hope.

As the pirate Mando ships emerged, the Aegis Eternum brushed past, firing upon them, but moving to get into boarding pod distance. Once they were close enough, the Aegis Eternum turned to face its port side to the asteroid base, before unleashing a broadside of boarding pods. The pods contained the Beskad Warriors, the Beskad Elite, Gunner, and Adenn himself. Their pods roared to the station, before smashing into the outer layering, where they immediately began to cut their way inside. Once the doors reached the corridors, the pod doors slammed open and out rushed Clan Mortui, boarding shields raised to block any incoming fire.

Emerging into the ship, Adenn looked about himself, watching silently as his vode slaughtered the few areutii in the corridor they'd emerged in. Raising his weapon in preparation, Adenn turned to gaze down one corridor that led in the general direction of what amounted to a bridge.
"Forward vod, for our aliit, for Mandalore." And thus Clan Mortui marched to war once more, their massive forms filling the corridors, boarding shields their protection and their heavy weapons spelling doom for their foe.

 

[Isabeau]

Objective: Enter the base, eliminate the imposters. Follow Kragr & don't die.
Tags: Allya Vi'Dreya | Adenn Kyramud | Kragr Krayt | Mig Gred | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol

"We're going a little fast now! Aren't we?" Isabeau spoke over the intercoms as she saw how they swooshed past the friendly vessels, right into the fray. It was a bold and reckless move, more risk filled than what one could normally justify. But then, maybe she deserved it - what else could she have expected when letting the red-headed beast of a man do the piloting? It didn't matter, for some reason, it felt okay and she trusted him - nothing else was needed.

Firing away from the ball-formed turret mounted at the top of the ship. The controls were wonky and it seemed prone to overheating way more quickly than it was supposed to, but she could cope. This was not what they were here to do anyways. Still, a few fighters and a turret went down during their wild trip towards the base of the impostors. Scum by all accounts, there were little remorse to be held for these foes - while she often sought out the honour, glory and the good fight which could all be found in battle, this time, it was more personal. Still, with her head cool and senses honed in on the objective, the girl worked efficiently as they made their speedy approach.

A smirk grew on her lips as the ships acting 'captain' let out his characteristic laughter whilst telling her to get ready. Knowing that her job was done for this segment of the tip, Isabeau had the turret face the front and locked it in place as she stopped firing. It was only a matter of seconds before Kragr would redirect power to the frontal shields, just like they had planned. Taking on her helmet, the Mandalorian took one last look at what they were heading into before bracing for the impact to come.

While he was a man of many talents, Kragr did not display any particular skill in smooth landings. Once they had come to a halt, Isabeau noticed how the turret's glass was all but destroyed and several hostiles were inbound, rifles raised and ready for a fight. Quick to climb down from her rather exposed position, she soon found the ship's captain, also holding his rifle and obviously itching for a fight. "Ready" she confirmed, voice cool and eyes set on the large side entrance which was typically used for larger cargo.

Letting her hand hover by the 'OPEN' button, Isabeau turned to Kragr "Remember that the one with the least kills on these takisir buys the first round". With that, her hand pushed down against the button, causing the large metal plates to slowly open, allowing the initial layer of hangar security personal introduce them to a steady stream of bolts. Waiting for her moment to get out, she let out a final teasing joke "Try to keep up" A few moments later, she hopped out, allowing her jetpack to swiftly carry her away from the ship's opening. Pointing her vembrace at a larger gathering of foes, she fired off a missile, taking a few of them out and creating some fire and smoke to give Kragr a bit of cover. Knowing that she had made herself into a clear target now, Isabeau turned off the jetpack, allowing for a quick free fall down into the midst of a bunch of crates.

 

[Mando'ade Gehat'ik]

Space lit up and seemed to surge as more ships leapt from the station and its defensive cannons poured out bright flashes of light at any incomers. The new ships were mostly customized light freighters, but would provide even more fire power in the hands of the pirates. Asteroids exploded from both the blasts of the Unyielding Faith and the station proper. Through this a path was safely made for Adenn’s pods to launch.

Upon the destructive nature of Adenn’s, Mig’s and Allya’s fire power, the Headhunters began to vaporize quickly. A full half of them were gone before they were able to regroup and the freighters were able to assist them. With renewed, almost desperate energy, the ships made their moves. Many of the fighters attacked Allya’s light interceptors, trying to take down the small number of nimble craft, the rest focused their efforts on Mig’s ships. Two of the freighters moved into attack position on the Hidden Blade, unleashing concussion missiles and laser cannon payloads at the broad side of the ship.

The three Assault Transports moved in on the Aegis Eterenum, their powerful Turbolasers, and proton torpedos leapt from the ships, and impacted against the sides of the elderly Aegis. It wasn’t long before they had latched onto the side of the ship, and began to unload their troops directly inside. Each wore Mandalorian Armor. Their clan crests showed the armor each belonged to Clan Mortui as well as others. Each pirate was heavily armed as well. They attempted to storm the ship, with as much force as they could.

In the Hanger, Kragr crashed through the solid metal hanger door, and into the hanger proper. The emergency shields came into play quickly, and kept the hanger from venting into the vacuum. However, it left the pilots quite confused. But that didn’t last for long, pilots and mechanics all drew blaster pistols, and as soon as the doors opened they opened fire as well. Several fell to the stream of plasma that left the ship. Soon, beskar-wearing pirates carrying blaster rifles moved into the hanger and took up defensive positions as well.

Adenn was a different story. He met no one, no one at all. But Adenn, he would feel a familiar sensation, something that should bring back countless memories. The solid durasteel blast doors all around his clan would close, and automated blaster turrets would pop out of the ground. They would unleash a torrent of rapid fire blaster bolts at him and his people. True, against the heavy armor it would do little...but that was a lesson for the enemies to learn.

Isabeau | Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred | Kragr Krayt | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: The Echo's Light
Tags: Adenn Kyramud Kragr Krayt Isabeau Allya Vi'Dreya Taru Cadera Aselia Verd Shuklaar Kyrdol

As the battle continued, the headhunters fell like flies, but that didn't mean they weren't always avoided. One of the TwinTails got caught off guard, and a pair of Headhunter caught it. They unleashed their light firepower on the Mando vessel, and cut through the shields and ablator, cause the fighter to go ito a spin. It wasn't long before another TwinTail swiped in though, unleashing it's particle cannons on the aged fighters.

Aboard the Hidden Blade, the pocket carrier's turrets opened up, and the shield were quickly rolled to the combat side. The Echo's Light rolled around too, and quickly lined up a shot on the attacking freighters. He then sent a call out as R10 darted the courier around. "These guys have some fight in them! We better hurry up before they bring some friends."

 

[Kragr Krayt]

Isabeau was really one of a kind Mando'ad, so much energy in that woman, Kragr loved it, she really gave him a run for his credits. When Isabeau pushed the button to open the large metal plates, Kragr made sure his blaster was primed for action, old habit die hard as he listened to her remind him of their ongoing bet of who could get the most kills. Following Isabeau shoot out of the crashed ship, drawing most of the heat at her, he just smiled wide and had a fiery twinkle of chaos. A few shots flew past Kragr's head, though he did stand in the middle of the open ship gate.

Before flying out to join the female Mandalorian, Kragr turned to face Mavrek "OYA!" He laughed, took a few steps back and then charged out of the ship, launching himself into the air with a burst of power from his jetpack. "Come and get some you aruetii!" Roared the large Mandalorian, blasting a couple of the defenders, following it up by sending a small rocket from his wrist, blasting a couple more and their cover, providing Isabeau with enemies out in the open again.

A few blaster shots hit the beskar, ricocheting off of his armour as he charged through the hanger in the air. However, the smoke really did the number, a lot of the cover the defenders used, made it impossible to see anything, forcing them to wait for the smoke to disappear or find some new cover. Unfortunately for them, they didn't have much of a choice, because Kragr came crashing down on top of one, knocking him prone. Kragr activated his flamethrower lighting up everyone around him. Even though they had Mandalorian armour on, a lot of them wore the lighter version, not covering their whole body.

Isabeau would first see Kragr disappear into the smoke she made, which followed by seeing it light up with the familiar orange glow of fire, followed by horrific screaming of a couple of men. However, Kragr would soon feel the weight of a charging bull, cutting his flaming fun short as he was tackled to the ground by a man as large as him, also fully armoured.

Hollowing at the aruetii, "Is that the best you can do?!" before continuing pounding his fist into the side of the man, to get him off while getting pummeled back by the aruetii on the helmet.

Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred | Isabeau | Allya Vi'Dreya | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol Mavrek Kordalas

 

[Mavrek Kordalas]

When Mavrek saw the holo's, heard the stories through the grapevine and reports from around the galaxy, a deep-seated rage filled the former Mandalorian Protector, and he was quick to join those off to avenge the fallen dead, and to dispose of the coward's who made a mockery of the clans.

He arrived in time to join Kragr and Isabeau on their stolen ship, he let out a laugh as they tore through space. When they rammed through, he just shook his head at his partners on this operation, they'd probably notice his amusement as he chuckled under the helmet, going over his gear once more since once they landed it was all bets off, and a firefight to end all firefights about to happen inside the enemy base.

After they landed, and the other two departed into the fray Mavrek walked out casually, pulling his vibroblades from his pauldron sheathes before launching himself into the chaos of the battle, landing behind a pair of the cowardly raiders, he went to work, the knives finding every weak point in the armor, carving and ending the lives of the two. What did catch him off guard after that, was one larger fellow came at Mavrek, swinging a Baskad wildly like a rampaging Reek, the blade missed, but the mans follow up punch sent him staggering back, pacing himself though, Mavrek waited for the right opening and closed the distance, getting in close, crippling the swordsman's ability to fight accurately, and the vibroblades finding their mark in the soft spots under the arm and near the neck.

With the target dispatched, Mavrek cleaned the blades, sheathed them and took up the Basked blade instead, "Hm, lets put you to use in the hands of someone who knows how to use you..." he mused to himself out loud before rocketing into the fight near Kragr. "Hahaha, I love your style vod, show them no quarter or mercy. Kill 'em all." it was nice to fight alongside his own again, and while he hadn't realized it till now, it was a thrill he needed, and the added bonus of wielding a blade was just an added bonus as far as he was concerned.

Tags: Kragr Krayt | Isabeau | Allya Vi'Dreya | Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Taru Cadera]

When you are adopted into a family that is intermixed with many members of many other clans, this becomes a much bigger family. And things only get better once you realize that all of these families are Mandalorian, so, in essence, one huge aliit. Today, Taru was hopping ship with his Uncle Adenn (Adenn's true family relationship with Taru is crazier than that due to all of the weird things that come about from marriage and adoption, but he makes up for it by actually being a really good uncle). Anyways...

In the second line of the boarding shield wall, Taru stood ready to fire, with his finger just itching to pull the trigger on his Ash'amur. However, Gunner managed to remind him to lower his weapon slightly so that in the worst-case scenario that it did fire in the general direction of the Mortui clansmen, it would be aiming at the floor and just leave a hole behind them to jump over, not a gaping hole in their backs. Taru, of course, followed his orders and lowered his weapon, and instead checked that all systems were running at peak efficiency and that his shock mace was still on its magnetic tether on his thigh. It was still there, and everything looked fine, so as the Mandalorians pushed forwards under Uncle Adenn's command, Taru went with them, Ash'amur at the ready.

Kragr Krayt | Isabeau | Allya Vi'Dreya | Adenn Kyramud | Mig Gred | Mavrek Kordalas | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol
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Spoiler: OOC

Im going to wait until Adenn posts to continue the run through the station

 

[Isabeau]

In the dead end of a corridor of stacked-crates, there were nowhere to go but up. Naturally, she could also walk out but that would take her in the opposite direction of the action. Stowing her rifle and starting the climb with a big leap, Isabeau climbed perhaps a couple metres before a gunshot could be heard from behind. With the blaster bolt impacting the crate right above her, she quickly dropped down, turned around and pulled out her own blaster pistol in one smooth motion. In the other end of the corridor stood a seemingly frightened pilot. His aim was obviously bad and now, he hesitated. In a moment of compassion and empathy, Isabeau set her own blaster to stun mode and fired a shot at the man. In hindsight, she blamed herself for what she did - but then, there was no real honour in killing someone who didn't even put up a real fight.

Letting the jetpack boost her, Isabeau quickly made it to the top of the crates this time. On one side, she saw Mavrek dispatching a couple foes, acting efficiently and seemingly with a great deal of precision. There was probably much to be learned from someone like him - but it would have til another time. Soon, she saw Kragr fly into a thick smoke cloud. The young Mandalorian fired at incoming foes with her rifle from on top of the crates but was quite curious to see what the red-headed beast of a man had in mind. Fiery colours soon filled the cloud along with agonising screams, letting her know precisely what he was doing. A smirk spread across her face but faded away as soon as she realised that she might be the one to buy the drinks if he kept this up.

While there were many entrances to the hangar, the main one in the middle seemed to be where the absolute majority of armed guards came from and while Isabeau had faith in the true Mandalorian's capabilities as warriors, some pressure control seemed prudent. Swooshing across the field with her jetpack once more, the young woman let loose a stream of bolts at the entrance, causing those about to head through to hesitate as their comrades perished before them. Her arrival by the door controls was quick - so quick that she basically bumped into them upon landing. With a few familiar commands, the main doors soon shut tight, momentarily cutting off the flood of incoming guards, forcing them to find other paths or to try to override the lock.

Her attention soon returned to her allies who had now gathered among the burning pretenders. Isabeau's amused voice could be heard over their intercoms "Mavrek, look. Kragr has found a new friend" That was Kragr's fight and for the moment, she had no intentions of intervening. Instead, she stayed at range with her blaster rifle, picking off opponents who targeted her allies from afar. At least for a while as it became increasingly obvious that her position was somewhat lackluster - the guards were trying to get the main entrance open again and a few of the guards and pilots who were already inside the hangar were encroaching on her position.

Allya Vi'Dreya | Adenn Kyramud | Kragr Krayt | Mavrek Kordalas | Mig Gred | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: Board the base and destroy all the aruetii
Ship: Aegis Eternum(linked in sig) | Beskad Warriors | Beskad Elite | Boarding Shields | Gunner
Tags: Allya Vi'Dreya | Kragr Krayt | Isabeau | Mig Gred | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol | Mando'ade Gehat'ik

The Aegis Eternum shook under the fire from the assault transports, but nonetheless survived, however those on board the ship prepared to be boarded. Once the assault transports latched on, the boarders faced a very similar situation as Adenn did. The bulkheads slammed shut, with only firing ports left, while various turrets emerged to begin pouring fire into the boarders. At the same time, the ships defenders rushed into position and opened fire on the boarders, roaring their hatred at seeing the clan colors be desecrated by areutii. Leading this charge were the rest of the Beskad Warriors, those who hadn't had the chance to board the enemy station. However, most were regular Mandos wearing regular armor, but that didn't hinder them in the slightest. Nonetheless they raised their boarding shields, created their formations and let loose with their own withering fire, a handful falling under the enemies fire, but more coming to fight.

As this was happening, Adenn was hit with a sense of déjá vu, one born from countless prior boarding's against Sith, Jedi, and one in particular against an Allya Vi'Dreya. Growling in annoyance, Adenn ordered his vode into formation even as the bulkheads slammed shut. Forming shield walls, the Beskad Warriors merely shook slightly under the rapid fire of the turrets. Raising their own heavy weapons into the firing slits, Clan Mortui's elite opened fire, sheering through the automated blaster turrets with overwhelming fire superiority. After a handful of moments, the defenses were sundered and Clan Mortui was clear to advance to the doors.

While the Beskad Warriors did this, Adenn turned around to face Gunner, in the process seeing Taru. Grinning at the sight of his nephew ready to charge into the fray, Adenn spoke so they both could hear him.
"Glad you could make it Taru'ika. Think you can keep up with us today, think you can keep up with me?" It would be an obvious invitation for Taru to fight alongside Adenn in the coming conflict. Chuckling, Adenn exchanged nods with Gunner, a world of words exchanged in that simple nod. He basically told him to stay close to Taru and make sure he came out of the fight alive, even if Taru didn't really need it. Hey, Adenn was protective of his family, he always had been and always would be."So then vode, let's slaughter these areutii, vod. They deserve nothing more than death for their desecration of who we are. Fight well, fight with honor." Reaching his right arm forward, Adenn extended it so that he could clasp both their arms in a warriors handshake.

Once that was done, Adenn nodded again before turning back to his aliit. They had placed breaching charges on the doors, and once they were given the command, they blew the satchels, blowing the doors from their hinges and down their respective corridors. The exploding doors killed several defenders in the corridors, while those that had survived quickly wished it had been they who were crushed by the door. As the Beskad Warriors let loose a murderous barrage, absolutely shredding the remaining defenders, Adenn opened fire as well, taking potshots at the few left standing. Once they were all dead, Adenn let out a dark laugh. Turning, he gazed upon his vode and spoke in a loud and commanding voice, his voice echoing down the corridors to whatever defenders lay in wait.
"Slaughter them all, no mercy for these areutii!"

They roared their approval back at him, then turned and marched down their respective corridors, colors proudly displayed, weapons raised and shields held at the ready. And Adenn marched down one corridor himself, with his trusted Beskd Elite close at hand. While he did not taking part in the shield wall, he still led from the front, E'care in one hand, Lamina Infernos in the other, both ready to spring into action at a moments notice and reap a tally of lives and souls.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Objective: Meet up with the others
Equipment: Trickster's Lightsaber, Nightbringer Beskar'gam, Starbird-Type Blasters, Fragmentation Grenades, EMP grenades, Medkit
Tags: Adenn Kyramud | Isabeau | Mavrek Kordalas | Taru Cadera | Kragr Krayt | Mig Gred

Allya flew at the hangers. One had been breached by a group of Vode, she chose one close to it. Torpedos flew from the modified bomber, and exploded against the hanger doors. Quickly, she pulled up on the yolk and forced the bomber through the now fiery hole. Repulsorlifts quickly engaged and it skidded across the floor, and pushed aside several waiting fighters. The other bomber soon followed suit and landed next to her. Her heart raced, the adrenaline flowed, but her breath remained steady. The hatch popped and she drove herself out of the cockpit. “Activating Micro-fighter systems, activating internal weapon systems. Commencing full sensor scan. Repair module active, Valkyrie system active. Ewar System active. Reactors operating within tolerable limits. Go, for your aliit.” IONA’s familiar voice floated through Allya’s head, that cheeky little AI.

As Allya sprang out of the cockpit, blaster fire was all around her. They were waiting. Lightsaber snapped open as she twirled through the air. A push from her repulsor boots, and gloves and she redirected her flight mid air. Twenty of them. Saber swiped at the air, and swatted the numerous blaster bolts aimed at her. Her cloak flowed around her, the material caught a blaster bolt, the dye stopping it cold.

As she was close to landing, she moved her form to approach one of her assailants. He was in a flight suit, pilot. With a slash of her saber, she removed his head from his shoulders. Her other hand reached out, and grabbed the hair of the head and pointed her arm at another pilot nearby. In an instant the head accelerated from her grasp at a slightly slower velocity than a slug from a slug thrower. The head smashed into another pilot, the mass of the head breaking apart upon impact with his chest. Blood, brains, and bone flew everywhere even as it began to penetrate the other man as well. As the now headless body began to slump, she picked it up and flung it with the force across the room at another group. It wasn’t anywhere near as fast, but they all dove for cover.

The girl smirked under her helmet as she swatted away a few more blaster bolts, this time, she angled them to return to sender. Unless you were experienced at it, fighting a force sensitive was difficult at best for most. She focused her emotions, honed them into raw power, and let that power seep through her body. The teen accelerated quickly, with help from the force, and from the repulsorlift attached to her backpack. Saber slashed out, and she watched as bodies disconnected from their legs. It was always an amazing sight, to watch people literally fall apart like this.

She took the time to pull out her blaster and began to utilize her saber for defense, as she picked off those who tried to fire at her from afar. As messed up as her childhood had been, she was grateful to her father for one thing. He hadn’t raised a child, he had forged a weapon.

A comm went out to her fellow Mando’ade. “This is Allya of Clan Verd. Here to assist. Anyone need anything moved out of the way?”

Her remaining fighters moved to assist Mig's ship, and help protect it from fighters and freighters.

 

[Aito Vautah]

Mission: Get into the base, shoot the pirate scum, take time to enjoy yourself
Allies: Kragr Krayt Isabeau Mavrek Kordalas Mig Gred Adenn Kyramud Taru Cadera
Equipment: Beskar Armour, standard rifle, several vibro-blades

Being Mandalorian seemed complicated, there were always reports of Mandalorians committing war crimes or atrocious acts in the minds of others. However, it wasn't always as black and white as the galaxy painted them. Aito was a bounty hunter, yes, he had killed civilians in the past, but there was little option. It was a few civilians or large number of Mandalorian lives and civilians. Recently though, a different picture of Mandalorians had been painted on the holonets, something that stirred a deep anger to his core. It had been years since he stepped foot on Manda'lore but he knew what happened, what the Sith did and what scavengers have done since. False Mandalorians, traitors, scum wearing beskar, armour forged likely centuries ago by a family. A clan that has been lost. Now it was being abused to raid villagers.

When the call came, information on the location of these pirates. Aito took up arms, he grabbed his weapons, his armour. Left bar he had been drinking his problems away and made his way to the mission. Was he a little drunk? Yes, was it a problem? Not to him. He was still able to gun down liars with ease, people who didn't know the history of the armour they wore. Steadying himself as he landed on the pirates' base, his stomach turned. Perhaps he wasn't quite ready to be shooting, he had a mean hangover but he could, and would, fight through it. Gripping his gun, his eyes narrowed behind his helmet and fired upon the pirates as he entered the base.

There were others, he nodded his head to them, moving silently. It had been too long since he had been around fellow Mandalorians, his own clan probably thought he was dead, if he wasn't the only one left. "Bu'nas'a nurhasiryi laosr, liser va viinir teh mhi" He shouted in Mando'a, though he doubted these pirates would understand him.

Spoiler

Translation: Damn lying scum, can't run from us

 

[Strider Garon]

Objective: Breach base
Location: With the rest of the ground forces.

Should of been dead decades ago. Death could of saved him the injustice of age brought upon his body. His non bionic joints were battered with decades of abuse with arthritis in full swing. Pain had to be managed with medication. The older he got, his combat effectiveness organically degraded, forcing him to rely heavily on Stims, braces and now a light exoskeleton system built into his beskar'gam. Strider thought the day he would had to give into mechanical assistance was the day he put himself out of his own misery. That day has gone and past and the next milestone for self euthanasia is adult diapers. Death had failed to take him over and over and now Strider believes that fate's intentions are to cruelly make the old man suffer a long life.

So when the old Ori'ramikade stepped off the transport's loading ramp, he was juiced with a cocktail of combat stimulants, pain medication and steroids. His body was mechanically assisted with the built in exoskeleton and supported by joint braces all neatly concealed under his battle worn beskar'gam. Some of the warriors were excited to have the hound of keldabe by their side. Other's worried he was far too long in the fang to be on the front-lines being a liability to the mission. Strider was a legend among the mando'ade, a lifetime's worth of accolades earned violently through countless campaigns and galactic conquest. Was he still that man or has he faded with time?

He was one of the last to get off the ramp, the younger pups were already biting into the enemy with Adenn Kyramud and Allya Vi'Dreya taking lead. Strider knew this was a test of his competencies, a challenge where he would have to earn the respect of the younger generations and prove that he was still capable of being a front-line warrior. Had nothing to do with pride, was just practical with leadership taking a pragmatic stance towards him. A team was only as strong as it's weakest link and a old dog like Strider coming out of retirement needed to be vetted, no matter if he was a legend. He could also sense that this was not just a test of his skills but of his own steadfast bigotry towards mandalorians adept in the force. He bit is tongue when saw Allya crack her saber and go to work on the Pirate scums and imposters they were set to task on. Was a new age and he had to get with the times for their people and culture was on the extinction list. Everyone mandalorian counted now, no matter of tainted inheritance of sorcery.

As Strider made for rear security of the breaching force, he had his EE-3 carbine at the ready while the pups ahead of him made war upon the pirates. Sure he could of pushed through like a blood hound and sunk his teeth into the enemy but his task was to keep his fellow mandalorians safe. A task he always took seriously, one that he learned through the years of being a supercommando and working in a tight knit squad that relied heavily on the vode next to you. An average mandalorian was a army of one, able to bring war to any foe individually. Ori'ramikade brought war as a team with a combine pool of elite talents. So squad dicipline and position was his focus right now. None of these pups were going to get killed by getting shot from the rear.

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron stepped down from the ramp onto the floor of the station, his carbine held to his shoulder. Strider Garon was just ahead of him and Kiyron shifted to the right slightly, looking not ahead, but to the side. "Right side clear." He noted through the comms. Ahead, the younger Mandos were smashing into the enemy, perhaps a bit recklessly. "Moving to dataspike."

He paused to adjust the carbine's sling around his shoulder and made his way through the bodies lying on the floor of the hangar to a data terminal. Nothing moved that he or his helmet could find yet, but he kept his attention on any periphery movement. Any of the pirates could be lying in wait to see if attention dropped and could make their move. Stepping backwards into the bulkhead of the hangar, he stuck a dataspike into the terminal and surveyed the room while it did its work. "Thirty seconds until completion."

The spike would grant them access to the asteroid base's data networks, including base security, layouts, and security cameras, giving them a better chance to know what they were up against. He hadn't spent two years training the ORION Huntsmen for the Outer Planets Alliance without knowing the ins and outs of infiltration and securing hostile territory. Above, on a walkway, a door slid open and a team of pirates moved across the upper walkway. "Contact left, high." A few of them were lugging something heavy and began assembling it overlooking the hangar.

One hand yanked the dataspike out of the terminal while the other raised his carbine to his shoulder. "Heavy gun emplacement. Engaging." He slipped the dataspike back into the slot in his armor and let the computer assess the different information feeds, redirecting it to the others he noted as friendly. Kiyron was many things and had training in most forms of combat, but at the core, he was a scout-sniper.

He dropped to a crouch and made his way along the edge of the hangar wall, watching as the gun was set up and connected to the generator. Heavy repeating blaster. Even in beskar, it would be a kick in the teeth to get hit by one of those, and he'd lost a hand and an arm to a lightsaber.

Kiyron dropped prone as the heavy blaster began to tear across the hangar, targeting the ship they boarded on, and the flanks and rear of the earlier boarders. As the plasma bursts slammed into the durasteel plating, he raised his carbine, sighting through the smoke and stench of hot metal. Heat from the generator and blaster made thermal sighting difficult, so he sifted through the different spectrums in his helmet to get a clear shot. "Five of them. Three with rifles. Two manning the gun."

While the helmet had a targeting reticule, Kiyron shut if off and focused through the manual sights. One trigger squeeze and the crack of the slug cut through the blaster's din. One of the heavy gunners reeled backward for a moment but returned to his post after a heartbeats. Not a clear hit.

He shifted his target, rising to half-standing and got a line on the generator, sliding an explosive round into the chamber, and squeezing the trigger again. This time, the crack of the slug was drowned out by the explosion as the generator split in half.

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: The Echo's Light
Tags: Adenn Kyramud Kragr Krayt Isabeau Allya Vi'Dreya Taru Cadera Aselia Verd Shuklaar Kyrdol Aito Vautah Strider Garon Kiyron


The courier continued to pound its way though enemy fighters before Mig saw Allya's team bust a hole into the hanger. "R10! Get us in there!" And with that, the Echo's Light slid into the hanger, and Mig quickly hopped out, drawing his Trayc'kad before heading forward. He looked as Allya and Adenn had already mowed down quite a few of these demagolkas (war criminals) before send a bolt of Force Lightning past them and into one of the pretenders. He looked over to see Strider, Aito, and Kiyron; giving them a nod. He wouldn't speak though until there was a break in the fighting. He wasn't stupid when it came to a fight.

"Good to see you're still around, ruug'verd (Old Warrior)." There was a noted respect in Mig's tone as he looked at the other. "And nice to see gam I recognize and don't. I'm going to find the brig and be sure there are no prisoners. Good luck."

 

[Mando'ade Gehat'ik]

As each group moved forward, internal defenses came into play. Pop out turrets came from the walls, ceilings and floors, spewing high powered laser fire at the invading Mandalorians. As they cleared the relatively less defended hangers, heavier armored and armed individuals came forward. Each of this new group wore the armor of Clan Cadera, and held armor piercing weapons. Shoulder mounted ion cannons, and artillery, along with much higher powered blaster and slug thrower weaponry.

They utilized the defensive weaponry to lay down layers of blaster fire, while they moved up to engage. At Kragr Krayt and company, they launched armor piercing shells from shoulder mounted weaponry, and tried to block them from getting further into the facility.

As Adenn Kyramud broke through the doors, he came across a massive room, and was rushed by several Mobile assault walkers. They laid down heavy laser cannon upon the heavily armored soldiers, while several armored soldiers took the high ground to launch shoulder mounted rockets upon their foes.

Mig Gred , Allya, Strider and Kiyron would for a moment be cut off from Adenn. A group of shielded foes entered the hanger as they tried to push through. Each held heavy repeater blasters, and fragmentation grenades. Anytime someone approached the door, a sniper shot would ring out at them. Outside two All Terrain Recon Transports were positioned to back up the sniper. They seemed especially interested in Mig, with many shots ringing out towards him.

For some reason, most of them seemed to ignore Aito Vautah That was until a soldier jumped out of a hidden closet, and attempted to tackle him and shoot him in the t-visor, if allowed!

Tag: Allya Vi'Dreya | Strider Garon | Adenn Kyramud | Kiyron | Mig Gred | Kragr Krayt | Isabeau | Mavrek Kordalas | Taru Cadera | Aito Vautah |

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: Board the base and destroy all the aruetii
Ship: Aegis Eternum(linked in sig) | Beskad Warriors | Beskad Elite | Boarding Shields | Gunner
Tags: Allya Vi'Dreya | Kragr Krayt | Isabeau | Mig Gred | Taru Cadera | Aselia Verd | Shuklaar Kyrdol | Mando'ade Gehat'ik

Adenn could hear blaster fire from down other corridors, it seemed others had come to slaughter these areutiise too. Smiling at the thought, Adenn calmly marched forward behind his vode, even as they emerged into the large room. The assault walkers surprised his men, but they were already in battle formation with their shields up. As such, even as the heavy blaster fire slammed into them, none of the Beskad Warriors or Elite died, they were simply halted in their tracks as the fire hit them. Bracing themselves, they raised the shields higher, even as their weapons opened fire on the walkers.

As they held their positions, the first rockets from the defenders slammed into their lines. This caused a breaking in the lines, while none had died yet, a handful were concussed by the rockets and knocked around, breaking the shield wall line. At once the walkers took the weakness and struck, firing into the gaps caused by the rockets. Several Beskad Warriors were struck under this fierce barrage, prompting them to close their lines more tightly, even as warriors further back opened fire towards the rocket soldiers. A handful of the Beskad Warriors had been wounded from the combined fire, more concussed and slow than truly injured, but a few here and there were bleeding. The armor helped with that, but it wouldn't be enough in the long run.

Growling at the sight of his men being injured, Adenn activated his jetpack and flew upwards and towards the walkers, even as one of them blew up under the concentrated fire of the Beskad Warriors. Coming down on another walker, Adenn promptly sliced the riders head from his shoulders using his sword. Kicking the body down, Adenn slipped into the pilots seat and turned the walker upon its fellows, opening fire with the heavy blaster canon. By this time the Beskad Warriors were advancing, more of their number having fallen or been replaced as they'd been injured.

Above them all, Clan Mortuis lighter warriors had leapt onto the gantry's to engage the soldiers with rocket launchers. They engaged their foe with blasters, beskads, and other melee or ranged weapons. In doing so, they eased the pressure on the men down below, but couldn't halt it in its entirety. Nonetheless they fought on, as any true warrior of Mandalore would. A cry came from Adenn then, a cry echoed by his vode, and one that had rallied them together in countless battlefields.
"For Mandalore!"