Insurgency (Mando Vs Prime invasion of Muunilinst)

[Strider Garon]

Welcome to Harnaidan​

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The attack on Muun Mine Alpha had kicked off an aggressive insurgency campaign for the The Muun Patriots and their allies, the Mandalorians. Subsequently after the initial strike, there were more attacks all varying to different degrees of subterfuge and terror. From speeder bombs to assassinations had wreck havoc through out Muunilinst with the main objective to destabilize Primeival's hold on the planet and its people. Deep in the capitol city, Harnaidan, the Mandalorians and their allies, rally in an old abandoned industrial complex. A staging point for there next attack. The Muun Patriots and the Mandos have had success in evading Prime's forces that have been amping up their counter insurgency in light of the recent attacks. Just this day, their luck will change......​

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OOC/Rules and objectives​

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Location: Abandon Factory- Loading Docks (Staging area)
Objective: Win/Survive
Allies; Mandos
Enemies: Prime
Weapon/Equipment: Link

Field Marshal Strider Garon, a man of average height, mightily shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscular limbs. His piercing gaze is dark and sullen with deep smoldering brown eyes. The warrior bares a long black mane tied back with his symbolic red head band. He is a named man, legendary to some, infamous to most as the Hound of keldabe. He is a soldier long in tooth, fearsome in battle and well known for his endless thirst for life's pleasures. Strider is pragmatic and amoral in life combined with his sarcastic dark sense of humor gives him the image of being arrogant. His body was littered with scars that held testament to the decades of wars and battles, his hide reading like a bible of violence. He hadn't survived this long just on luck alone.

The old man stood stoically in the abandon goods factory that was deep in the city of Harnaiden. His un-helmeted gaze fell upon his mandalorian warriors, all gearing up for their next attack. His long black hair bristled in the fall winds, his worn and battered golden cape would flap about over top his battle scarred beskar'gam. Strider had a lit dilnlexan cigar gripped between his lips as he enjoyed the expensive and exotic pungent smoke that filled his lungs with every puff. Was a ritual for him to light up before major conflict, something of a superstitious luck thing. Plus one never knew if this would be the last time he was to ever enjoy on the life's small pleasures.

"The asset has confirmed our target will be at the designated cafe" Strider would relay to the mando'ade around him. "He is heavily guarded, especially when out in public" Hence why the mandos are geared up to the nines. Some had anti force kit cause there was a high chance that this individual had the elite protection of some of primes dark jedi or sith. Hard to distinguish between the two. Hell, it was hard to distinguish this cultist faction from the One Sith Empire, to the old man they were all one and the same and looked good being stomped out by mando boots. "We go in Ten!"

The loading dock of this ancient abandon factory was wide open, with two heavy speeders that were to act as their transport. The Mandalorian invasion was coming and every chunk that the mando lead insurgents bit off would further their progress in softening the ground for the main force. Strider would step towards the open doors and peak out, his eyes looking to the stars as if he could see thousands of vode, systems away preparing to to oust prime off Muunilinst. Soon, soon it will begin but not this day, not tomorrow but soon. For now, they just had to keep pecking away at their sworn enemy.

He exhaled smoke from his lungs, his hand resting upon his newly acquired verpine sub-machine gun. The rifle was attached to his body via a quick draw harness and sling that let it cuddle to his breastplate free of hands. He loved the verpine tech in all its forms, to him it was silent death at on epic levels.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: Vicinity of abandoned industrial complex
Enemies: Mandalorians
Allies: Primeval

Spoiler: Equipment:

• TS-1 Sniper Riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/52677-ts-1-rifle/?p=790997
• Directed Charge

Hell is other people, they tell you, but it isn’t until later that you come to realize the truth of that timeless adage.

At that moment, hell was the people who had designated the merc for this role.

I'm too old for this, the assassin lamented as xe pushed through the underbrush of Muunilist in an army crawl, shifter style. Xe hardly noticed the weight of xir trusty sniper rifle anymore after minutes of dragging xir belly through the dirt of a side alley, and another angry hiss escaped xir mouth as a particularly sharp piece of duraconcrete dug into xir flesh.

Too. Karking. Old.

The younger generation of the Bleeding Suns was free to prowl the urban sprawl for the occasional Mandalorian, but Laguz would much rather be sitting aboard a Bastion-bound ship with [member="Rusty"], exchanging torture tips and sipping Corellian whiskey. Or even cheap rum. Anything but this would do, really.

Finally, xir arguably deserved torment came to an end as xe reached the doors of xir chosen camping spot for the day. If worst came to worst, the merc would move, of course, but until then, the skyscraper would serve its job quite well. It was far enough to be inconspicuous, inhabited enough to hide xem in the masses, and high enough to give xem full view on the factory complex below.

Excellent.

Laguz exhaled as xe entered the empty room, giving the plain walls one last cursory glance before xe made a beeline for the balcony, hands already extracting xir favorite weapon. It was a long way down from here, but the surrounding grays, whites, and greens of duracrete would provide xem with quality cover. It was an overcast day, and with the amount of smog clouding the skies, the merc would have an ever greater advantage over the insurgents.

The amorphous blob lost what little shape xe had retained for the purposes of sneaking down the alley, blending with xir environment with practiced ease. Like a blocks made of flesh, the newly crafted concrete settled close to the brink, with only two holes in the disguise for the scope and the barrel. The stage was set; now to wait for the targets.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Location: Outskirts
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: The Mandalorians
Gear: The Incapacitator | x2 Woebringers | Taserblade | Armour

"We haven't any orders yet."

Catalys turned his head to the concerned soldier, "doesn't matter. We're going in." The Exemplar finished gathering his gear, and was more than battle ready. Only thing was, Cata hated fighting... Like he really hated it. It wasn't because he was afraid to end a life, or afraid of fighting itself--he was a survivor; everything he did was because he felt he had to. Yet he almost never had to fight, only that he knew if he didn't that everything would be much more difficult. Too bad.

"You can wait here if you'd rather, I'm heading out." The Umbaran left the cover of their camp, walking past scouts and towards the overwatch. "Keep a lookout, let me know if you see anything, and for the Gods' sake don't come looking for a fight. We need support, not glory." Certainly the Golden Banner were known for their loyalty, but one could never be too cautious when dealing with zealots. Everything was for the glory of their Gods and one proud step might mean disaster for all of them.

Now there wasn't much left to do except wait. Wait for the battle to begin... Now waiting was something the agent could do.

 

[Rapax]

Location: Outskirts of Harnaidan
Objective: Destroy the mandalorians
Allies; Prime
Enemies: Mandos
Weapon/Equipment: Nagas two lightsabers ,Hidden blade, two acidic poisoned dauntless blades, the blade of satvas.

Rapax returned to Muunlist to defend it from the Mandalorians attack on the mines, the planet was valuable to him as well as the prime. He was there to defend his interests there as well as for the sake of finally facing a true mandalorian on the field of battle. He with speed and silence in his steps he walked into the city heading towards the abandoned factory. Adrenaline flowed through his veins his predatory instincts where starting to kick in...this was good it means he will be quite focused in the hunt...he hoped to find a worthy opponent here...for he shall bathe this city in the blood of the traitors and the mandalorians once and for all.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6A-IoOEPbUs[/youtube]​

Location: En Route to the Factory
Objective: KILL, MAIM, BURN! KILL, MAIM, BURN! KILL, MAIM, BURN! KILL, MAIM, BURN!
Allies: TEAM Z - ASSEMBLE!

• [member="Enoch Zambrano"]
• [member="Vaulkhar"]
• [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Enemies: SPACE MARINES! Mandalorians!
Weapons / Equipment:

• Cosmetically Unique Blackblade Combat Armor Mk-III
• Sith Lightsaber
• Single BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle (w/ Grenade launcher modular attachment)
• Single BTI-WB Heavy Blaster Pistol
• Six Tarascii Explosives Standard Thermal Detonators

It had only been a short while ago that the Primeval had acquired the pristine world of Muunilinst, and like a flash the Mandalorians began to sew discord on their enemy's newest acquisition. Such things could not go unpunished for long, and with righteous speed the Primeval had assembled a large force to dislodge the Mandalorian's influence on the world. Not one to back down from the call of battle, Darth Vornskr found himself aboard a Primeval gunship racing through the idyllic Muunilinst atmosphere towards the capital city of Harnaidan. Intel said that the insurgents were using an abandoned factory as their base to launch their terrorist operations from. The gunship made a gradually descent as they neared the outskirts of the city, the bay doors opening with a great whoosh of air and the overbearing screech of the vessel's engines engulfing the soldiers assembled inside.

Among them was the aforementioned Sith Lord, Darth Vornskr, dressed in his unique Blackblade Combat armor with a dark mask drawn over his burned features. The cloak that clung to his armored frame billowed wildly as the doors opened, and while the Sith Lord was not concerned with the possibility of falling out the side he stilled firmly gripped the overhang rail that the other soldiers were holding onto as the gunship began to navigate the twists and turns of the city. His lightsaber was hooked to his hip alongside a sheathed BlasTech heavy blaster pistol, and strung across his wide back was a blaster rifle made by the same company as his pistol. A bandolier was wrapped around his stomach and waist rather than from his shoulder, the pockets filled with extra ammunition and a grand total of six grenades. Being equipped in this manner brought back rather fond memories of his time as an Imperial Agent in service to the Old Empire's Ministry of Intelligence, and fighting against Mandalorians brought back the red-tinted fields of Junction and Concord Dawn to his mind.

"We're nearing the perimeter of the factory, milord." squawked the pilot over their encrypted communications channel.

"Set her down." replied the Sith Lord.

The gunship slowed to a hover and rotated to the right before gently setting down in a wide abandoned alleyway several hundred meters from the factory in question, and remained long enough for the Sith Lord and his cadre of soldiers to disembark before taking off again. They wouldn't be too far away in case of a quick evac or aerial support, but Vornskr didn't think he'd need them for either. He made sure his weapons were primed, and like shadows in the night they crept towards their target.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Outskirts of Factory Property
Objective: Take the Enemies Alive
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A
Gear: (Marked Items have Links in Signature)
Thermoguard Bodyglove // No-Show // Cloak of Nuun* // Cater Coat* // Inquisitor X-1 Armor* // Gun Belt filled with Munitions and Grenades* // Tantibus // 3 Betty Blasters // Kalligs Scorching Lightsaber // 2 Talismans of Concentration

Damien stood silent as a statue as he contemplated his course of action. The Primeval was invading this planet, and his orders were to take anyone that stood inside. He had no qualms with such, nor did he feel it to be difficult, it had simply to do with running in half cocked like he was known to do.

Such had pitted him against immoveable odds, like that Force using Mandalorian he had faced last the Mandoa and Prime fought....

But, with a sigh, Damien began to move closer to the building. His main goals at this point were simply to get in, move quietly, and pick off enemies as he went!

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Location: Outskirts
Objective: Assist Catalys Maijora
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: The Mandalorians
Equipment: Basic lightsaber(red)

Korlen sat at a camp that stood on the outskirts of Harnaidan. He was there to assist a man he didn't quite know that well, actually, he didn't know a lot about the Primeval. Still, all he really needed to know was why he was there. Apparently, it was an invasion of the capital. Korlen figured he'd come to learn something new from it, or rather from his comrades.

The city looked massive and intact from the distance. He wondered if it would be rubble after they were done with it. Korlen stood up and gave up on analyzing it, it wouldn't be productive in the end. He started following behind Catalys till he stopped. A question popped up in his head. "I'm here to assist you... but can I get your name?"

Korlen assumed he'd be taking his orders so a name would be useful.

 

[Evor]

Location: Top of a skyscraper in the city.
Objective: Show no quarter.
Allies: [member="Ebon"] [member="Probos Gubb"] [member="Qrgyl Ud"] @All Prime
Enemies: @All Mandos/Space Rambo
Weapons/Equipment:

Spoiler

PAR-1 Bullpup Assault Rifle

Lightsaber x1 / Lightsaber x1

Vibroblade x1

Armor

Thermal Detonators x5

Theme:

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-FKM3eZTO8[/media]

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His eyes slowly opened, blinking quickly to clear his vision. He sense seemed more alert, drawn to the slightest noise or movement. He rose from the cross-legged position he had been meditating in, running his hands down his body to check his gear. He made sure his helmet was secured with the rest of the armor, enabling all of the on-screen functions and communications. The small screen on his wrist beeped to life, the faint glow lighting up his left forearm. He bent down slightly, picking up the rifle he had taken from the armory earlier. He flipped the switch on the side, making sure that it shot solid slugs towards his enemies instead of the silly little blaster bolts many preferred. He picked up the treated leather belt off the floor next, wrapping it firmly around his waist, clipping the hilts of his lightsabers to their own side respectively. In the pouch he gingerly placed 5 thermal detonators into specially created slots in a pouch, a throwback to his time aboard the space station with Lysle back in the day. He clipped the pouch shut, tucking a last resort vibroblade into a holster on his belt.

He stepped toward one of the two PLRA1-MLRS', undrapping his cloak from its frame and throwing it over his shoulder and securing it. It flowed gently in the soft breeze as he stepped toward the edge of the building, looking down into the empty street below. The calm before the storm was what always had put Evor on edge. Being thrown headfirst into a war zone did nothing to his nerves, but sitting here waiting for something to happen got to his head. He was overcome with the idea of bringing pain and suffering to his enemies that the wait nearly drove him to insanity. He was but a wisp of what was once a human, the hatred coursing through his veins and seemingly taking the place of blood.

He spoke in the raspy voice he once used in the bar of Nar Shaddaa to throw [member="Ebon"] off, letting his words hang in the air. "They all will die."

 

[Vuhan Chen]

Location: Mandalorian Staging Area
Allies: Mandos [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

Spoiler

Force Mask,
Vortex 8 Gauge
x2 Sub machine guns
Terentatek Hide Trench Coat
Basic blast vest

"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNVlB6Otse0"

A song resonated off the walls of the outer building coming from a small radio that had a more upbeat and happy tone to what was really going on with the current situation. That situation of course was the insurgency of this gods forsaken planet, and the time the mandalorian resistance had spent since the Primeval's occupation of the world. Conner had been there since day one and he now found himself being put on post out back as the troops were set to mobilize. Eventually someone would come and tag him and let him know that they were mobilizing, but for now the stone faced mando warmed his hands over a trash can fire as he let his shotgun dangle from a strap attached to his body.

The radio kept playing the upbeat music and to be honest it did remind him of simpler days, when he was at home on Zeltros with his comics and mother. He was just a kid, a kid forced to grow up in a violent and terrible world only to be sucked into hell with billions of others to witness unspeakable things. But that had only hardened his resolve, it had only made him want to seek justice for those being oppressed more.

So tucking at his Terentatek trench coat he moved his hands back down to the fire before turning back and waiting. He sincerely hoped that this war would be over with soon, there were so many people who needed killing and he was the person to render said killings. But for now the a Primeval was the biggest threat to this part of the Galaxy, and as much as he hated the Sith the Primeval and their blood stained path to conquest was something that needed to be halted before they met up with the Sith or took mandalore.

 

[Darth Kalyptos]

Location: Atop a tower within eye-shot of the Mandalorian staging area.
Mission: Be tactically edgy - Remove Kebab Tiingilar
Allies: The Primeval edgy - [member="Probos Gubb"] [member="Ebon"] [member="Evor"]
Enemies: Cheeky Mandos / Rambo Fett
Music Selection: Clams Casino - Motivation

Equipment:
Primeval Tactical Armor
X-17 Sniper Riflex1
D-11 Blaster Pistol x1
MANPAC x5
Tactical AMS (Fixed to the YT-2000)
PLRA MLRS x2 - 216 rockets (12 salvos - 6 each)
YT-2000 Light Freighter "The Vapor Wave" (For a quick escape)

Atop a flat-roofed classical tower within the skyline of the Muunilinst metropolis, the sharp eyed Gand awaits, peering through the scope of his X-17. Within an opening of his breather mask is held a rolled bundle of Savorium Herb, a spice meant to relax the nerves and give the user a state of euphoria and ecstasy. For the past eight hours Qrgyl has laid prone and still with the bipod of his sniper clung to the edge of the tower with his scope magnified unto the Mandalorian staging ground with an unshaking, placid gaze. As he took another puff of Savorium he glanced to his left and eyed the two MLRS artillery pieces with slight curiosity before shifting his body to view The Vapor Wave, his prized ship, fixed with an AMS. Of all the things he worried about losing during this assignment with his new employers, this was the only thing he really cared about for it had his admirable stockpile of various spices aboard. All of which he had at least a hankering addiction for.

He then shifted back to the sniper's scope, further examining the Mandalorian staging area with boredom, yearning the end of the battle before its beginning. The Gand shook his head and let out a grunt before muttering, "Qrgyl will be kessled if he has to wait any longer for these Beskar'gam touting degenerates to do something. This gand could easily punch a blaster bolt through these over-rated fools any minute now but Qrgyl does not want to draw fire to him, or his spice." He then lifted himself up, sitting slumped in front of his sniper rifler with its barrel pointed to the sky mounted to its bi-pod. With a rhythmical pattern he tapped his three, pointed insectoid digits of his left hand along his Tactical Primeval cuirass in impatience.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Outskirts
Allies: Prime, [member="Catalys Maijora"]
Enemies: Mandalorians
Gear: Dreadwalker, Silent Star Exoskeleton, assorted soldier equipment.

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Giant, splayed feet impacted the dirt, driving down a few inches as the four-pronged toes dug in for purchase before they lifted to step forward. Fire support on two legs, the great dreadwalker had only been used in the field once against the Fringe, and Belsavis had long since fallen out of the hands of the Protectorate. Sarge was confident anyone who saw it would figure it was a prototype Prime weapon.

The rotary blaster cannon spooled up with a harsh whine akin to a jet engine firing, before slowing back down. He'd just been making sure it worked. Stomping out towards the overwatch and past the scouts, he used his sensors to reach out but found nothing. If they were going to root out anyone, they were going to need heavy vehicle support. That's what he was for.

"IS IT TIME FOR WAR?" The monstrosity asks, clearly speaking to Catalys. It's vocalization was the screech of a speaker set to 11, harsh and grating and filled with static. A verbal assault to the ears to match the physical assault inherent in it's frame.

 

[Sirak Kolar]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MGeagPVJxI[/media]​

Location: 3 Km From the Factory, Staging Rooftop on Skyscraper
Objective: Remove Tiingilar
Allies: [member="Evor"] │ [member="Qrgyl Ud"] │ [member="Probos Gubb"]
Enemies: Cheeky Mandos
Weapons/Equipment:

Spoiler

Armour / Equipment│
Advanced Agent Tactical Armor
MANPAC x5
Thermal Detonators x5

Weaponary│
Sirak Kolar's Double Edged Lightsaber
Sirak Kolar's Lightsaber Shoto
Two (2) Fringe Taserblades

Other│
Tactical AMS (Fixed to the YT-2000)
PLRA MLRS x2 - 216 rockets (12 salvos - 6 each)
74-Z Speeder Bike x2
YT-2000 Light Freighter "The Vapor Wave" (For a quick escape)

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Ebon stood quietly on the edge of the building, it's vast line of sight offering clear focus on the abandoned factory the Mandalorians had acquired as their base of operations. The wind whipped past the Jedi in terrible anger, but did little to throw the Zabrakian from his foot holding. Standing nearly seven feet, he laid head to toe in full battle armor blackened in preparation for the urban combat. On his rear sat his usual saberstaff, and on his thigh he carried his backup shoto, while two Taserblades sat attached to either of his shoulder pauldrons. While the dim visor hid his face, his emotions spilled through, his yellow and serrated teeth shining behind the helmets depths.

His mind wandered from the Mandalorians and their tactics, to his briefing. He blades were ready, his meditation done, and his focus was absolute. Ebon was ready, and quickly turned from the edge of the building to rest of his operating team, shouting out a quick set of commands;

"[member="Probos Gubb"], load up the artillery. [member="Qrgyl Ud"], give me a update on their positions. [member="Evor"], prepare your speeder.", he spouted off through the radio, his familiar state of command coming back form his days in the republic navy.

As swiftly, as excitedly as he spoke, he vaulted a leg over his speeder bike, kicking its ignition, and with it the engine roared to life.

"We have Mandolorian heads to collect. May our gods grant us this day, and may we forever uphold the values of Balagoth."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Mandalorian Staging Area
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Conner Garon"]
Enemies: Primeval and supporters
Objective: Rest up before testing new toy.
Equipment: Sasori Bodyglove (Worn under X-1 armor), X-1 Series Inquisitor armor, Dinu'ul, Hellgun S-151 with 3 spare power packs, 2x Lightsabers, and 1x Saberstaff.

Aedan Miles sat in the warehouse they were using as their staging area leaning back against a wall his array of weapons set about him with the 3 spare power backpacks for his chain gun off to the side. He finally came away as one of the soldiers nudged his foot indicating it was almost time to go. Sighing the young man got up and started to pull on his X-1 Series armor that rested off to the side fitting it onto his body and muttering darkly. "I need to get a new set of Beskar'gam my last set got ruined." Once it was fully on he reached down fitting the Dinu'ul shield emitter to his forearm leaving it off he had preset it to be 30 CM across a decent sized buckler. Fitting his helmet on and putting the various lightsabers onto his form he finally reached down pulling the freshly charged power backpack up strapping it on. Reaching down he lifted the chain gun up and fit the cable from the power pack to the receiver of the chain gun. Taking a deep breath Aedan drew upon the force filling his body with it to enhance his physical capabilities nodding finally he started out stopping just outside of the door nodding towards Strider. "Oya Strider about time we got to the action my new friend here finally arrived whats the game plan?"

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: Mandalorian Staging area
Objective: survive
Allies: Mandlaorians
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

Spoiler

Weapons-
verpine shattergun
Blaster sniper rifle
hunting knife

Other-
basic first aid kit,
food rations
Ammo

Rawnie had been here before. This world. And her memeories were far from pleasant. People falling in front of her, splatters of blood then silence. They fell like dominos, all in a neat line. She remembered thinking how odd it was. She'd expected people to scream more when they died. But most of them seemed to be in too much shock as they bled out. Or maybe they were already dead before they hit the ground.
All she knew was, once she pulled the trigger, those people never got back up again. That was for damn sure.

Rawnie sat knees to her chest while she considered it. She still had flashbacks. She wanted to question what she'd done. She wanted to march right up to the man who gave the order to shoot those people and ask what the hell he'd been thinking. But common sense won out. This was war. It wasn't pretty.
Rawnie was still new to battle on this scale. She was a warrior, yes, one of the best in her clan. But when it came down to it, she was still very, very young, and her clan was very small. Big fish in a small pond. Did she belong here?

Of course I do, she reminded herself, I am not weak like my brother. I am the Alor of Clan Tal'verda. I will fight a good battle and bring honor back to the clan.

That was the goal, anyway. Truth be told, she was terrified, not that anyone would know it by looking at her, sitting calm and cool as she went over her equipment. Last time she was on this world, last battle, she'd been injured and so had her fiance. It wasn't a bad injury, of course. She'd recovered well enough with only a scar on her leg to show for it. Didn't even hurt anymore. Still, she had her own reasons to be careful now. Dying in battle was not an option for her anymore, at least not for a good few months.

At the sound of Striders voice, the young Mandalorian woman looked up, then jumped to her feet. It would be starting soon. Good. She hated waiting around. Waiting meant thinking and thinking too long took her to very unpleasant places.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: En Route to the Factory
Allies:

• [member="Enoch Zambrano"]
• [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
• [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Enemies: Mandalorians and Allies
Gear:

• Sith Assassin Armor
• Single bladed light saber
• Alchemized long swrord

Vaulkhar sat further to the back of the gunship, remaining immersed in the loud noise of their flight through the skies. The young man cared not for the Mandalorian people, and to be quite honest, he didn't care about the goals of the Primeval either. But his elder brother, father, and two of his masters were either close or completely linked to the Primeal. Long story short, he was there for his allies and his allies alone. As well as the desire to test himself in battle. At the sound of the captain speaking and informing Vornskr of their nearing to the landing site, the young man stood up and grasped a bar to steady himself during the landing process.

As they eventually departed, Vaulkhar strode towards the exit of the drop ship and departed after Vornskr. He stood a few feet away from the man, his arms crossed over his chest in obvious boredom. He had been surprised to see there was a Hutt Zambrano, to be honest. But after the whole ordeal of meeting him had concluded, he returned to his state of boredom.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Mandalorian Staging Area
Objective: Bring the fight to them
Allies: [member="Conner Garon"], [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Evor"] (it's on), [member="Ebon"], [member="Qrgyl Ud"]
Gear: Armor, lightsaber
Theme:

Spoiler

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eup94wYNNng[/youtube]

After having been nearly killed three times by the Mandalorians it was strange for Keira to count herself among their number. Doubly so when the last time she had faced this proud people had been on the planet of Wayland, when she still carried the Primeval banner, however unwillingly. But time changed all things, affiliations most of all. Now it was among this warrior culture she sat, listening to the others about her as they conversed, the quiet mutterings in Mando'a providing some sense of normalcy. Every one of them was seemingly at ease, preparing in their own manner for the battle that loomed ahead, dark thunderclouds roiling on a metaphorical horizon that seemed real enough in certain moments.

Her mottled blue and amber gaze swept over those assembled with some degree of curiosity. Her focus was pulled inwards momentarily as she focused on nothing more than the approaching war that would soon arrive at the Mandalorians' doorstep. Their doorstep. It was that she had to remind herself of on a regular basis, that they were allied now, no matter what had transpired in the past. Regardless of the enmity that had once bubbled up beneath the surface, she now fought alongside these men and women just as ardently as she had against them in the past. This is taking too long. And she was thinking too much, as she always did whenever granted any idle time before battle.

Managing to quell a sigh she pushed herself to her feet, adjusting the armor she wore before stepping forward, so as to be recognized and included among the group. It was almost showtime. "Let's go kill something."

 

[The Traveler]

Location: Enroute to stomp Strider in his legacy... ( To Save the galaxy from devestation!)
Objective: Beat Strider and remove his boys.... You can thank me later.
Allies; Prime
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] , His ego, The Mandalorians and their friends.
Weapon/Equipment:

Spoiler

X2 Beskad strapped to back handles facing down, X durasteel kurkris strapped on chest, 1 bandolier of throwing knives (7),
Twin Katana across back facing up, Chaos Armor , Helmet, x 2 adjucator pistols, x2 KD-30

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2BCI4twcXg&index=4&list=RDrjdUDcxbE6Y

The Traveler stood there in the transport, a heavy helmet tucked into the fold of his right arm as he watched the scenery bellow him cross by. The winds blew the distinct scent of death and despair towards him, the odor of the righteous and the pungent musk of those whose time would soon come. Like a lotus blossom falling in the wind he dropped down from the transport placing his helmet on his head as he touched down to the ground. His wrist flicked like the lightning and a knife found its way into the insurgents neck, a duck and a step found his kukri finding the soft flesh of a insurgents neck, then the splintering crunch of his collar bone. He spun and let lose with his wickedly curved blade planting it between the shoulders of the last insurgent dog who had intended to warn the others.

For he knew that that which must be found and must be lost had come, they would stop the invasion from his brethren. He would try to reason, to route them without conflict or bloodshed. But his agenda and his holy quest demanded he served The Prime for now and in that task he would be fulfilled. For he that is of the red horse, who weildeth the flaming sword of war, shall Hell flow forth. Behind him the sky shall split sundered as the blackness of death, blade of white lightning licked forward and the heavens shall descend. Eternity and damnation, paradise and salvation all in the same deadly stroke.

The lost, the phantom of the past and the wraith of the tarnished future did a final check of himself. He locked his helmet into place and engaged the HUD, soon he would hunt his brother and he would either lay him to rest or send him back home. He could not hold back, nor would that of heaven and hell deny him the bitter sweat ecstasy of an honorable death. He began to make the dead mans walk to heaven, the lost march to hell and in the sovereign pits of purgatory he shall deal with [member="Strider Garon"] and his fools errand. Forgiveness of the lost soul, damnation for the betrayer and absolution for that who would restore the galaxy to order.

 

[Xalus]

Location: Near Mandalorian starting area, Interior of the City
Objective: Neutralize all Primeval threats
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Connor"] Garon, [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"], [member="Aedan Miles"] - The Mandalorian Clans
Foes: [member="Laguz Vald"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="The Traveler"], [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Ebon"], [member="Qrgyl Ud"], [member="Evor"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Catalys Maijora"] - The Primeval
Equipment:

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• CZ-836 Assault Rifle w/ Silencer
• Conner APNG3
• CZ-833 Net Launcher
• Czerka Fighting Knife
• Hyperion Beskar'gam w/ Crushgaunts
• Taozin Amulet
• Sentinel-series Utility Belt

It had been far too long since he'd repaid some of his debts to the United Mandalorian Clans. It was primarily the corporation of Hyperion Security that he owed financial and servile debts to, but they were equally happy to accept any favors that gave benefit to the whole of their entire government and culture. Since that was the case, it had taken Xalus quite some time and an equal amount of effort into getting onto the planet past the multitudes of defenses, enemies, and unwanted accidents.

"I wonder," the Gen'Dai mused to himself, "who can possibly offer me a challenge today."

The armored cluster of nerve endings and muscle was situated in an abandoned building near the rest of his apparent compatriots. While he was indeed playing for the same flag as they, he longed for no contact with them. Working alone and independently from the rest of the galaxy was how he worked.

He shifted his grip on the silenced assault rifle in his hands and activated his cloaking device.

It was time to go hunting.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Loading Docks, Staging Area
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Primeval
Objective: Hold out
Gear:
M45 Rifle, Two Westar-34s, Beskar Tomahawk and Beskad, Crushgaunts, Preliat's Armor, Jetpack, Flamethrower (100%), two thermal dets, Ori'ramikad knife on foot, two thermal dets and a smoke grenade.


Preliat looked to his fellow Mandalorian [member="Strider Garon"]. He didn't consider him a friend- he had no friends. Now, arguably two of the more seasoned and vicious warriors of the galaxy were focused on the same thing. Killing as many things as possible. Preliat held his helmet under his arms, and looked up to the older warrior. Preliat narrowed his eyes, then looked outwards."They will be sending forth many snipers. Such as the cowards that they are- I know for a fact that they reach out to the lowest of scum for aid. The Primeval rarely fights it's own battles. The Sith do the fighting for them."Preliat cracked his spiked knuckles.

"Advise the men to disperse in wedge formations, and to move in the ghost maneuvers. Their scouts are abysmal next to our trackers, but can get lucky. The snipers will be trying to hit us from up top. I'm going to guess skyscrapers."He looked upwards, his squinted his eyes shooting daggers into the unseen enemy."I would recommend taking out the skyscrapers. We take out one, we can create a smokescreen. It's what I would do anyway."He tapped his helmet, smiling."We will have thermals. They, for the most part, will be blinded, if we were to do so."Preliat took in a deep breath.


"Many will die today, Strider."

He did not say whom, or what side. He didn't even offer a chance of victory- Preliat's will for battle and war was long gone. Now, he was a hollow man, wandering between hells, in a perdition that he had yet to find himself out of.

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Location: Mandalorian Staging area
Objective: Survive
Allies: Mandalorians - [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

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Hyperion Combat Armor: Advanced, Hyperion Combat Power Pack, Shadow Sniper 7 (SS-7), Sheer Silence Device, No-Show, Sentinal Series Utility Belt, Ysalamir in a nutrient sling, 3 thermal detonators, a knife, and two blaster pistols.

Malcom arrived with the rest of his vode for the attack on the mines not long before this. The attack itself had been a rather great success. Sadly they didn't have the manpower to take the planet in one fell swoop. But they planned to remedy that situation in very short order. All he and his people on the ground had to do was hold the line. As long as they did that, reinforcements would be able to pour in like a flood and drive these damnable Primeval people back to hell where they belong.

While still having a bit of a headache from his earlier brush with death, Malcom took some meds, got patched up, and went through his standard equipment and armor checks. One by one, with each system reporting good to go, he shouldered his SS-7 and moved off to join the rest of the mandos as they waited for the inevitable assault on their position. The enemy knew reinforcements were on the way, they all knew if the enemy retook this foothold, it would be much for difficult to pull off the invasion.

Casting a glance around, he could see his old flame holding her sniper rifle. Walking up beside her, Malcom gave a small nod. "Nice day for a fight, eh Rawnie?" The question was more so rhetorical than anything else. Both were usually always ready for a scrap of some kind or another. "Mind if I tag along with you today? I'm thinking I might hang back from the front lines today and get some longer range kills. Fek, maybe we can try to outscore each other like the old days."