Karjr with a Blaster
Ryloth.
A planet deeply historied with the ilk of the Iron Covenant's predecessor, The Enclave. What once was a reliable ally during the era of Reclamation Wars, proved an old wound in the hearts of the Covenant's old guard even now.
The palpable anguish for the fallen during the Ryloth Uprisings of 902 ABY still a fresh memory in the minds of the many, the proposal for a diplomatic approach in pursuit of satisfying the needs of the growing Fleetbound peoples quickly became subject to heated debate, before an unwilling conclusion was eventually reached.
Another chance.
With the word sent, a retinue of brothers and sisters assembled in short order, as a small element of the ragtag fleet was summoned forth. Embarked with the intent to peacefully negotiate a trade deal, it quickly proved that the Mandalorians of the Iron Covenant were not the only ones who held the events of 902 fresh in their memory.
Taking unkindly to the re-emergence of the Mando'ade from the outer depths of Wild Space, the people of Ryloth met the retinue with in a manner befitting a stand against an invading force shortly after planetfall. With a general alert sounded off, the planet's capital would soon turn into a hotspot of conflict, skirmishes raging block by block amidst the struggle of life and death.
And fate would only tell the story of the victor.
LESSU
Treachery came from every corner.
Left disoriented in the wake of a well executed ambush, the Mandalorians quickly find themselves caught on the backfoot.
The swift offensive at the hands of the planet's defense force, mounted against the diplomatic retinue of the Iron Covenant soon proved a fierce one; the city of Lessu came to life with the chorus of blaster fire and earth rumbling fiery outbursts of brief flashes of orange.
Yet they withstood.
Beleaguered but unbroken, they were yet to be overrun. Their fury proved to burn hotter than that of the Twi'leks', as their formidable spearhead to twist the knife was met with the surety of Mandalorian resolve.
The damning notion of returning to Kestri, empty handed, proved heavy to bear on the hearts of warriors. In sharp refusal of capitulation, the Mandalorians of the Iron Covenant found themselves amidst a race against time towards the spaceport, in pursuit of taking what was rightfully theirs and by force, for the greater good of the Fleetborn. Cease any ships possible as well as any parts that can be used while trying to get back to the Fleet.
ORBIT
Not any less important than the efforts of those in the streets of Lessu, was the task entrusted to the small naval task force of the Iron Covenant. Their mission - the delay of any possible High Republic forces. They would prove to be pivotal in buying time for the retinue on the ground, should the distress from Ryloth be heeded. Additionally, they'll provide any air support for those on the ground with available Basilisk War Droids.
A planet deeply historied with the ilk of the Iron Covenant's predecessor, The Enclave. What once was a reliable ally during the era of Reclamation Wars, proved an old wound in the hearts of the Covenant's old guard even now.
The palpable anguish for the fallen during the Ryloth Uprisings of 902 ABY still a fresh memory in the minds of the many, the proposal for a diplomatic approach in pursuit of satisfying the needs of the growing Fleetbound peoples quickly became subject to heated debate, before an unwilling conclusion was eventually reached.
Another chance.
With the word sent, a retinue of brothers and sisters assembled in short order, as a small element of the ragtag fleet was summoned forth. Embarked with the intent to peacefully negotiate a trade deal, it quickly proved that the Mandalorians of the Iron Covenant were not the only ones who held the events of 902 fresh in their memory.
Taking unkindly to the re-emergence of the Mando'ade from the outer depths of Wild Space, the people of Ryloth met the retinue with in a manner befitting a stand against an invading force shortly after planetfall. With a general alert sounded off, the planet's capital would soon turn into a hotspot of conflict, skirmishes raging block by block amidst the struggle of life and death.
And fate would only tell the story of the victor.
Treachery came from every corner.
Left disoriented in the wake of a well executed ambush, the Mandalorians quickly find themselves caught on the backfoot.
The swift offensive at the hands of the planet's defense force, mounted against the diplomatic retinue of the Iron Covenant soon proved a fierce one; the city of Lessu came to life with the chorus of blaster fire and earth rumbling fiery outbursts of brief flashes of orange.
Yet they withstood.
Beleaguered but unbroken, they were yet to be overrun. Their fury proved to burn hotter than that of the Twi'leks', as their formidable spearhead to twist the knife was met with the surety of Mandalorian resolve.
The damning notion of returning to Kestri, empty handed, proved heavy to bear on the hearts of warriors. In sharp refusal of capitulation, the Mandalorians of the Iron Covenant found themselves amidst a race against time towards the spaceport, in pursuit of taking what was rightfully theirs and by force, for the greater good of the Fleetborn. Cease any ships possible as well as any parts that can be used while trying to get back to the Fleet.
Not any less important than the efforts of those in the streets of Lessu, was the task entrusted to the small naval task force of the Iron Covenant. Their mission - the delay of any possible High Republic forces. They would prove to be pivotal in buying time for the retinue on the ground, should the distress from Ryloth be heeded. Additionally, they'll provide any air support for those on the ground with available Basilisk War Droids.
