Jetii delenda est [ Mandalorian Raid of Ossus vs. SJO ]

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus observed the walls and fortifications of the fortress ahead through the HUD of his helmet with a sincere sense of dread. It would not have been the first fortress that he and his brothers had assaulted, though this particular construction was different in that it seemed as though it were built to destroy armies. He had seen such constructions made by the Order as well as the Republic whom often defined their successes through such defensive postures... But he had never seen anything like this built by the Jetii... He thought he might make that point very clear to Brent as they continued to walk on with the rest of the raiding party.


"Jeez... The Jedi didn't build this... Must have been a private contractor..."

Marcus only became more distraught once he flipped his HUD over to reveal the thermal signatures of the troops moving from within. There must have been hundreds if not thousands of Silver troopers preparing for some sort of engagement... Hell, with the men they had brought out you might expect that his vod were invading the lush world! Whatever cover they seemed to have come in with had certainly been blown already, and the fact that they had not even made contact with the enemy was... Troubling. They were moving too slow, and he knew all too well what might come next. Already there must have been Holotransmissions being sent out to Silver bases all over the sector, and with a sort of emergency flare like that being waved under the noses of their top brass... Well... Their window of escape (If it would be needed) was becoming increasingly small.

He did, however, take heed of what Brent had told him in their walk towards the monstrous construction.

"Well... I think that these wars have taken their toll on all of us. Perhaps you should spend some more time at the capita-..."

Marcus' speech froze as he pointed up towards the sky to reveal the glowing meteorites that plowed through the planetary atmosphere spreading fiery debris across the night sky in a series of brilliant patterns before the main body seemed to hit the earth, surprisingly and disturbingly in one piece.

"Do you think that was a coincidence?.. I'm tellin' you right now, I don't like the feel of this..."

As they got closer, and finally emerged on the predetermined regroup point with the rest of the armor clad warriors who probably held very similar gazes of uncertainty that always came before frontal assaults, It was only natural to look upon the walls and palisades in the short distance away from the treeline and wonder how any army might attack this huge fortress. The young hacker could only nod in idle response to Brent as he highlighted the need for a plan, though he certainly wasn't hearing much more than recon chatter over the comms frequency... And then it came to him. If that unit did plan on moving in as silently as they might, Marcus could certainly gain the control of that karking gun before it began spewing fire at their own lines... Or at least in theory. That could give them the upper hand they desperately needed if they were even to attempt a sudden push into such heavily fortified positions.

"I think I got something... I'm gonna link up with the recon team and see if I can't get that gun without disabling it. You should come along, they could probably use the firepower."

[member="Brent Warnel"] / [member="Neskar A'toll"] / [member="Dariak Talesa"] / [member="Grim Vizsla"] / [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] / [member="Kami Meran"] / [member="Ronan Vizsla"] / [member="Kalad Shysa"] / [member="Verz Horak"] / [member="Sorel Crieff"] / [member="Draconis Caesar"]​

 

[Sal Katarn]

Allies: [member="Brent Warnel"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"]
Enemies: [member="Audren Sykes"] | Any other yella-bellied Jetii that comes Kade's way.

"Kad Ha'rangir favors the bold," Kade uttered as he stomped over to stand beside Brent and his other brothers in arms. "Any plan must be swift and draw craven Jetii from corporate castles. When they take heed of Mando'ade presence they will attempt to blockade planet. Such is their way."

The Kelborn warrior's dark red armor did not glint as he rested beneath the jungle shade, though he burned to make it slick with Jetii blood. The pathetic dogs could not even drive out a handful of Sith. How would they fare against true warriors? He slowly unsheathed his beskad and glanced down the length of the edged blade. Several cubits of mandalorian iron, a better club than it was a sword, and Kade wielded it as such.

"If such occurs, we should draw them into the jungles and pick them apart. Their spirits are weak. Their will to fight poorly tempered iron. They will break in the end, like brittle blade."

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Location: Space - Micro-Jump From Ossus
Allies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Kevros Kovani"] [member="Phax"] [member="Calina Ovmar"]
Enemies: Jedi & Mandalorians
Objective: Wait to be called in

Aboard the Sadow-class Star Destroyer Mirial Accord, Leos sat with fingers clasping the arms of the chair. He said nothing, didn't even move. All he did was look forward out of the viewport. It had been a little while since he'd been on the bridge of the ship. Most of his time had been spent testing out the new destroyer that his company had designed for the Reformation. He wasn't ready to unveil that ship, however. Nobody needed to know that the Reformation had that kind of firepower just yet. Keeping it secret and safe was more important at the moment. The few who did know about it were sufficient.

But since he'd been called upon to assist with a Sith Order operation to strike at the Jedi, he figured he would take up his old post on the vessel once again. This time he wouldn't be using it as a diplomatic vessel, but would be using it to defend his fellow Sith and to assist in their retrieval from the ground. That said, he was bringing along the rest of the Ignus Black corporate fleet as well. Considering they were registered as independent government vessels, there was nothing that could tie them to any of his endeavours. Ignus Black was a hidden, independent company with little at all to do with Ignus Industries except in the fact that he owned them.

"Any communications?"

"None as of yet, sir. It may be a little time yet before we're called to action."

"I want pilots in their ships and ready to go before we make the jump. Weapons crews on standby. The minute we come out of hyperspace shields will go online. We will maintain the rear position in the formation, the Respite at the front, the Ignis' flanking and Deimos' just inside of them. Arrowhead formation."

"Yes, sir."

He drummed his fingers on the armrest and mumbled to himself, but eventually just shrugged his shoulders. Waiting was always hard to do, but he'd manage. There was work to be done and people to be kept alive in a short time. Might as well relax while he could.

Fleet:

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Ignus Black Corporate Fleet
1 Sadow-class Star Destroyer Mirial Accord
1 Dalek-class Frigate Respite
2 Ignis II-class Frigates
2 Deimos-class Gunships

 

[Zef Halo]

Grim made a clicking noise with his mouth as a response to both their responses. The Jedi certainly became more resilient after every attempt to wipe them, just like cockroaches. At least that meant for the Mandalorian a bigger challenge. He did not have the luxury of contemplating more about this as the information from Reece Three and Ronan's reaction to it made him focus on the now.

The Jedi were moving.

Had they completed detected the Mandalorians ? Their exact number ? Their firepower ?

Worrying thoughts but Grim let a smirk grow on his face. It did not even matter. Learning of the Mandalorians' arrival did not mean they were capable of stopping them. Yet, the fortress surrounding the temple did look heavily fortified and close to impregnable. With Ronan's orders, Grim noticed the change of movements among the Mandalorians as they finally got a more specific order dictating their action.

Behind the trio of Mandalorians were a dozen of Vizsla clansmen spread out with each carrying two Snaryadka rocket systems all armed with Alyosha missiles. A salvager at heart, Grim grew to love weaponry and creating or modifying such. Both the Snaryadka and Alyosha were his developments and he took pride in them but also saw their faults.

"<< Sounds good to me, vode. >>" He nodded at Shysa's suggestion and Ronan's approval. "<< Are we counting kills this time too, ner'vod ? >> " The salvager's T-visor fell upon Ronan's and then tipping his head at Kalad he offered. "<< You could join in, Shysa. 500 chits minimum wager. >>"

An approaching female Mandalorian curtly introduced herself as Warmarshal Keira Ticon, Grim greeted her with a nod. "<< Glad to have you join us, Warmashal. The more of us, the merrier. >>" His head abruptly turned to Shysa and Ronan. "<<Also meaning, challenge is raised and so is wager - 850 chits.>>" He let out a chuckle that only he could hear before adding. "<< I will be watching my bank account carefully, you cheats. >>"

[member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] | [member="Kalad Shysa"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Kami Meran"] | [member="Brent Warnel"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | @SJO | @Sith​

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn sat in his command chair aboard his frigate Scorekeeper. The floors were covered in the hides of previous hunts. The walls were adorned with helmets and horns of all shapes and sizes. The ship lights cast an ominous red glow over the deck. He patiently observed his crew and smiled. They tapped away at their consoles patiently awaiting his orders. Each and everyone of them would die for their chieftain. They revered him as a demi-god. He was the son of the scorekeeper. It was said he spoke directly to her and who could deny it. Such success was surely evidence the gods conspired with Causstik. His Jagganath points were insurmountable. It was whispered he had broke the scales with the weight of his trophies. He was truly chosen.

Causstik Rahn raised his fist to his chin. "How does the Mandalorian attack progress?"

"They have yet to make contact, but Jedi are scurrying to mount their defenses," Hissed the Trandoshan comm officer.

"I grow tired of waiting!" Causstik's slammed his fist on his arm rest "Jump to hyper space! Prepare the drop pods!"

"Yes sir,"

Transmissions were made and the rest of the fleet prepared to jump. Causstik spent a large amount of time making the ships in Mugg Fallow's orbit operational for moments exactly like this. Now he had amassed a sorty of ships large enough to make himself known. Over five hundred troops rushed to their drop pods and prepared for launch. Large hulking war beast were forced into ships. Gigantic Drouks roared as slavers prodded them into their cages. Huge Rancors snarled and swung at their reptilian masters as they were guided to their respective shuttles. The war drums sounded throughout the halls and the Dread Tooth War Band began a Cadence.

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"Soon comes the day,​

All shall be free,​

Even you and even me,​

Soon comes the day,​

All shall die,​

Surely you but never I!" ​

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Fleet:
Scorekeeper
2 MC40a Light Cruisers

Ground Forces:
600 Trandoshan Troopers
24 Drouks
12 Rancors

[member="Ronan Vizsla"] | @Vilaz Munin | @Isley Verd | @Marcus Lok | @Keira Ticon | @Ijaat Mereel | @Mac O Shenanigans | @Kalad Shysa | @Taryc Ap'Irae | @Neskar A'toll | @Dariak Talesa | @Oron Verd | @Kami Meran | @Brent Warnel | @Thurion Heavenshield | @Coci Heavenshield | @SJO | @Sith​

 

[Brent Warnel]

"You're right on that..Jetii don't build fortresses of war," Brent responded to [member="Marcus Lok"] as they surveyed the area.

Why weren't the silvers attacking yet? Why would they wait? Surely they knew that something was wrong, but so far there were no scouting parties or any reconnaissance aimed against the Mandalorians. No artillery barrages or strafing runs by fighters or speeder bikes, something was amiss. This whole situation felt wrong.

Brent knew something had to be done, he or someone else needed to act, before they were in a bad spot. As he thought about what to do, he noticed the meteors streaming down towards the planet that Marcus pointed out. What were they? There was no way a natural meteor shower just happened to take place at the same time as a Mando invasion, and if it did, what were the odds the meteors would crash down right next to where they were operating. Marcus was right, something was sorely wrong.

By this time they had linked up with the other warriors, all of who looked unsure as to what there next objective was. So far Brent had not heard of any plan of attack by the Mando leadership, and they had already been on Ossus far to long to keep blindly wandering about. Brent and the other Mando's knew where there target was, but they didn't have any semblance of a plan set up, and it was going to get people killed. Too many.

Brent was about to say something when [member="Kade Kelborn"] approached. Brent listened to the other mans words and nodded in approval.

"I'm thinking the same thing. Good to see you here Kade, we need the help."

Brent was about to outline some semblance of attack when Marcus spoke again, "I think I got something... I'm gonna link up with the recon team and see if I can't get that gun without disabling it. You should come along, they could probably use the firepower."

Brent looked at the younger man, wondering what he had in mind. "Well Kade, I think we have a plan. Well..one of us has a plan, you coming?"

Brent stood up and shrugged his shoulders towards Kade as he followed Marcus towards the recon team of Mando's. Whatever the younger Mando had in mind, Brent hoped it would be worthwhile.

[member="Neskar A'toll"] / [member="Dariak Talesa"] / [member="Grim Vizsla"] / [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] / [member="Kami Meran"] / [member="Ronan Vizsla"] / [member="Kalad Shysa"] / [member="Verz Horak"] / [member="Sorel Crieff"] / [member="Draconis Caesar"]​

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Travot and Rol strode through one last hall before they walked through an arched doorway and onto the southern temple grounds. Almost immediately he felt a gentle breeze drift out of the swamps to caress his roughed face. It might have almost been pleasant if not for its smell. Still, it was a brief reminder of familiarity in an unfamiliar situation. Rol took one step in front of him before coming to an abrupt halt as his eyes scanned the horizon. Ravenna joined him int he effort, but he saw no signs of the intruders yet. A wry grin crept across his face. What fools we are to rely on our physical senses alone...

Closing his eyes, the jedi turned his thoughts to his surroundings as he communed with the Force. As his consciousness stretched beyond his body, he fould feel the familiar trees that he climbed up as a padawan as well as the pond where Master Wrohsi taught him water survival techniques. Stretching even further, he feel the familiar signatures of trees he had walked alongside for years...and then something different. Something that disrupted the normal feeling he had of his home. What that was, he did not know, but he knew that in all of his years spent at the temple, this was something that was new. His eyes fluttered open.

"There's something new over there," said Travot, "I don't know what it is, but it's not from around here."

"An intruder?"

"Possibly," said Travot.

"Only one way to find out..."

The two began their trek towards the first line of trenches.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Silver Jedi
Neutral: Sith
Objective: Reach the Surface

Perhaps it was garish, but Oron did enjoy for he and his vod to make a show. To offer an entrance. No, it wasn't as gaudy as having smoke and mirrors, a booming voice and a decree to bow down - Although, the plethora of vessels falling out of lightspeed above Ossus, silent descension to pair, was somehow enough for Oron. Still, he knew the mere presence of the warriors on Ossus' soil was not enough to remind the Jedi just who they were dealing with. A brow edged towards his hairline as his arms wound across his chest loosely, a hip jutting to the side as he cocked his head, allowing crimson opticals to take in the sight before him - Ossus held a vague similarity. The sort of niggling thought that haunted the back of one's mind, the blur of a dream that can't quite be placed or discerned from reality. The veil would have to be broken by the weight of blood for this feeling to fade, a notion Oron found quite possible once the raid began.

Judging the situation by the information flooding his HUD, the assault had yet to begin. Preparations were being made to launch an attack, and assumedly the Silver Jedi were preparing to defend. Personally, Oron loved the tone that the 'calm before the storm' held. Intrinsically tied to the silent serenade of the wind, beguiling and warning joined as one - He adored it. A tone that both commanded and enticed, one that could give victory to opposing forces and tear them asunder with the same, subtle ease. The moments leading up to large-scale battles were some of the more important aspects, if not the defining moment.

But, Oron did not heed the summons of war as most of his kin did. Often missing battles, while being in the middle of others - However, when he could be accounted for, he did heed them. But not for a superficial sense of duty, nor an antiquated sense of morality, but for a veracious sense of curiosity. What was the method of attack and defense? How will the enemy respond? What would the morale of both sides be on this particular day? How will it affect the outcome? Who will die?

Thoughts disturbed, he turned his head, abrupt and inquisitive, as his gaze moved towards the sound of footfalls headed towards him. A tangible apparition approached Oron under the bloody halation of crimson warning lights in the darkness of the ship. A disobedient smile, hidden behind his helm, weaved Oron's features, as he looked upon the face of a woman with diamond cut bones and sapphire eyes that spoke of far more experience In war than his own. Erudite and astute. Another Mandalorian Crusader, lesser known, but a contributing member nonetheless.

"ETA's 2 minutes. We're joining parties with our Clansmen."

Assuming a silent response, she continued her stride into the next cart of warriors, and Oron gave her a tip of the head in courteous fashion as his hand absent-mindedly moved towards his gear. Guns, blades, ammo, all the items that made up his personal arsenal were pursed to his being as he heard the chants of his brethren throughout the ship - A sure sign that the surface was fast approaching. Since his adventures had started with his sibling [member="Isley Verd"] and the Crusaders, Oran had yet to interact with the Mandalorian Clans, today being as good a day as any to begin again. Although painted as brutes and marauders, his Vod possessed more humanity than most collectives, forever at each other's side to pull out bloody barbs and push them into the eyes of the enemy. For now, they need not tend to wounds, but the arrows would come, and in the heat of battle they would swell together, finding semblance of self, a modicum of peace in the presence of bloodshed.

The ship jolted then, forcing Oron to tighten his grip on a handle as the the swirling lights of the vessel's interior died and the sliding doors of the dropship swung open as the pilot angled towards the surface. A quick jerk of the steers caused the ship to momentarily hover above the ground, a window the Crusaders used to leap towards the hard surface below, and afterwards the ship pulled away and shot towards the sky. Dozens of figures dressed in Beskar'gam of varying colors trotted towards the camp ahead - One of them, slashed in obsidian and sapphire armor, moved towards [member="Grim Vizsla"].

 

[Sal Katarn]

Allies: [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Brent Warnel"]
Enemies: [member="Audren Sykes"] | Any Jetii cowering behind their fortress.

"Oya vod," replied Kade simply. With blade unsheathed and mind girded for war he followed his brethren toward whatever end befell them. For among such company Kade feared no death. Fear came to all, but those who yearned for the struggle could overcome Sloth's hold. To those who followed the Resol'nare death was but an entrance into the Oversoul, where one might at last join with the ancestors of old.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: 400 Meters From [member="Darth Abyss"]
Allies: Sith | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="The Rusted Queen"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Phax"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"]
Enemies: Jedi & Mandalorians
Objective: Reach Ossus Surface & Infiltrate Furtively
Gear: In Bio

Clank! ... Bam! ... Zing! ... Sheesssh!

The sounds of the capsule meant one thing, destruction. The black pebble of an escort pod slipped into the skies of Ossus. The onyx shine of the durasteel shell began to peel off as it entered the atmosphere. The rigorous shake of the outer hull sparked failure within it's clutches. It was a risk that many of them had to take, in order to secretly find the earthly land below with their feet. The eruption of sparks forced Kevros backwards, a tiny piece of shrapnel ricocheting off of his golden Kovani Mask. With a thud the tiny piece of metal dropped to the small space between his legs, rattling as the pod was torn asunder. The flaps of it's sides were stripped away, a bright red light beginning to warn the passenger of it's awful outcome.

Like a godly arrow from the stars, Kevros was jolted toward the ground. Flames grew behind him as the small vessel became more of a smoking wreck than an adequate landing device. He had to act quickly. The capsule lost it's gravitation axis and began to spin violently. The latch to open the door early was in front of him, but the turbulence from the newly formed hole in the back of his useless drop pod proved difficult to reach. He sneered under his mask with irritation and with a flick of his wrist the force reacted to his actions. The latched was pulled downward, a sharp hiss reaching his ears as the door opened in mid descent. The door was ripped off sliced to pieces by what could only be explained as phenomena. The sturdy belts placed over his shoulders held him tightly in place, securing his survival for only a few more moments. The flames grew, scorching tiny areas of his shoulder-blades, he had to act now.

He peered out through the tiny slits of his mask and unlatched his tightly knitted belts. The air he was greeted with assured him he was close, the clouds far behind him. Stepping forward he gripped onto the edges of the small doorway and looked down onto the world of Ossus. A few hundred more feet was all he needed, but fate wouldn't have it. Flung backwards, the hull split, rupturing in seconds. A loud piercing ring was made as Kevros held tighter and sent sideways into the wall. The rest of the ship no longer what it was rather; a distant memory of his arrival, covered in flames and blackened smoke. Being jerked into the wall had saved him from death, as he found solace in it's skinny structure upon arrival. The large side of the pod that saved him collided with the ground. Trying to stand before the full braceful impact he leaped forward rolling on the ground, skidding the sides of his ribs. A grimace formed on his face as he stopped. The loud collision was the worst way possible to enter unnoticed.

Reaching for his side the black gloves he wore grazed tiny rocks dug into his skin. The gravel would cause infection, but it would have to wait. Getting to a knee he looked around, the area was close to his mission. Even more so to another crash as he saw the smoke rise from the distance. Going towards the crash would have made sense if he didn't know where to go when he reached the surface. Turning his attention to the objective he made his way towards the depths of the Jedi's sanctuary, a sanctuary that no longer would thrive,

But...

Burn!

 

[Kaili Talith]

[I am not present, this is mainly a one-off message between two buddies <3]​

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

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Subject: So, things happened.
From: Kaili Talith
To: Mara D'Lessio Merrill

[PLAYING: VOICE MESSAGE]

Hey Mara,

I know what we’ve said about not disturbing each other during vacations, at least not with the bad news, but… Feth. I need to talk to someone that isn’t Allyson.

I assume you have heard about Atrisia, everyone and their mothers are talking about it at this point. All the lives lost and all the destruction it had left in the wake of it all. How all the heroes died in the fires and how countless of lives were lost in space alone. The force storms, the volcanic ashes massacring villages in a single moment. The death and suffering beyond anything I had ever felt before, I…

I was there.

I was there and I did nothing to stop it.

Father says there was nothing I could have done, but surely I should have at least tried, right? I don’t know, I-I-I-... I’m torn. On one hand I know that he is absolutely right and I might have even ended up dead, but on the other hand… I feel like I should have done something. I considered sending some Silkworms to them, but stepping in with the rebuilding at this stage feels like the move of a coward, of someone who ran away and is acting merely to cover their conscience up with a facade of helpfulness. To be honest I don’t think that would be too far from the truth either.

Feth, I feel restless. It tore open old wounds, and I…

I need to see you when your vacation is over. No doubt I will talk to Allyson in due time, but I need you for this. I need Master Merrill. You have always been the Jinn to my Kenobi, and vice versa, and right now I need that. I need you, I need Mara Merrill to give me advice on what to do. Just this once. Just like old times when the world wasn't as full of shart. Just this once.

Please, write or call me back when you can. Once your vacation is over.

- K

[MESSAGE ENDED]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Forest, west of Aegis base
Allies: Anti-SJO people
Enemies: SJO, [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Sorel Crieff"], [member="Travot Ravenna"], [member="Draconis Caesar"], [member="Kheera Reach."] None engaged yet, open for a fight.


This could not be a natural meteor shower. The timing was too coincidental. Moreover, it was accompanied by a strong surge of dark side energies that reeked of malevolence. Clearly another party was taking advantage of the situation on Ossus to sink its teeth into Jedi. Regardless, Enyo managed to steer her craft downward and land in the forest without crashing. Aegis Base was a formidable fortress. Firemane had constructed it back in the day when it was still aligned with the Silver Sanctum. Back then, it had been built to withstand a possible Sith invasion that never came.


In the time when she'd been able to pass as her template, Enyo'd managed to acquire some information on the fortress. As much as she loathed her sister, she could not help feel a grudging respect for her due to what her corporation had built. It bristled with firepower: anti-capital ship Tempest Cannons, Keraunos missile turrets, mine fields, tanks and so on and so forth. A frontal assault would be extremely perilious and probably suicidal, without heavy firepower. On the other hand, the Silver Jedi's conduct in warfare had never been stellar.


Doubtless the Mandalorians had a strategem in mind to take the fortress, or perhaps draw the Jedi out. For her part, Enyo began making her way through the forest. Her destination was quite simple: The western mountains. It was very difficult, but not impossible to scale them up, and she was a cyborg.


Her body was encased in sealed, reinforced duraplast armour devoid of insignia. In terms of weaponry, she'd brought a Mark One Bolter, a VT disruptor, a Fire for Effect sonic blaster pistol, a lightsabre, vibroknife and explosives. The whirring of servos and gears could be heard as she moved. After having spent some time getting used to her shell, she was more agile and thus no longer walked with the gait of a zombie. Bit by bit, the machine-woman was adjusting to her new form and phantom pains were becoming less of an issue.


A feeling of anticipation filled her. The phrase calm before the storm was cliched, but it seemed appropriate. She loved battle and craved it, and now she could almost smell her enemy's blood. Beyond trying to satisfy her desire for personal vengeance, this mission was also a test for her. If she wanted to grow, she would have to face adversity. One's true character and strength was revealed through struggle. On Korriban, she hadn't gotten the chance to fight Jedi. Alas, an orbital bombardment had cut her desire to clash blades short. Now things should be different. She moved surreptitiously, keeping her senses alert in case she was ambushed.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Jungle somewhere below thr temple
Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] @Darth Prazitus [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi and Mandos [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
Objective: Hide an seek
Gear: In Bio

Abyss lost no time as soon as he got away from the crash site, pushing into the jungle as it would offer him a natural layer of stealth, a place to both hide and move through unseen once the time was right. After a few minutes his sprint came to a stop, both because of the jungle hindering his movement and because he deemed his position far away enough to use as a temporary hideout where he could practice his skills and truly become one with the shadows.

Sitting down on a fallen tree, he crossed his legs and focused on his hate inside, gathering the power he possessed. But instead of some flashy display of his might, his power was channeled into something else entirely, the arts of hiding, both from eyes and from the force. Slowly his presence in the force began to shrink, until there was only a glimpse of it left, almost unnoticeable if at all. That was the easier part, the one that didn't required as much focus.

His hands moved around him like he was spinning a web around himself, and while he did his body became more and more translucent. The art of bending light around oneself was something only those with a talent gor it could truly master, and when used without the right focus it was more of a camouflage than actual invisibility. Not that true invisibility was possible, but as more focus was used, there more the user could make sure to make the way the light broke around him even out, reducing the slight silhouette to only barly visible glimpse deep into tge jungle. It was time the others found there way to the surface or he would be sooner or later be forced to improvise.

 

[D’in Ss’ikoo]

Allies: SJO, [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Enemies: Mandos, Sith, various anti-SJO people
Equipment: Rag, flammable cleaning fluid, assorted tools, plasma cutter
Droids under his command: 500 IX-6 Combat and Security Droids

The droids were stored in racks, their dull sensors turned off with the exception of the one a Verpine was working on. It looked down at the D'in's green head who's antenna were twitching as he worked. A large section of the body was open on it's hinges and the sound of a spray bottle was slightly amplified by the curved orange plastoid plating.

Cleaning these droids was a long process and it was a fairly dirty one but was satisfying work. It also allowed him to go through the components. While he had designed the droid he'd found various ways to make minor adjustments to design. While this was almost all minor, adjusting wires, changing out various photoreceptors that seemed to have an almost microscopic flaw, it did let him make mental notes on various changes for the next droids he'd make.

The building he was in was located somewhat close the shield generator. It was operating as temporary storage until the droids could be deployed to various defensive positions and the larger towns. While normally Voss would have priority for more defenses, large scale testing required a full communications suite that wasn't full of traffic.

OOC: Hey so I'm curious as to how many Mandos there are? You have our numbers and equipment. with the amount of factions getting involved if everyone listed strength it'll be easier to write a better story and allow for it to be realistically balanced. [member="Grim Vizsla"]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

LOCATION: Jungle not far from the outermost layer of the temple's defenses
[member="Darth Abyss"]

The jungle dirt blurred by under her feet as she navigated by instinct. A dark presence, not too far away, swelled to a crescendo of rage that assaulted her empathic senses -- and then faded sharply. Either death, or concealment, and she'd caught none of the fear or despair of the former. She dug deep and went back to the old lessons from her Master, Aleidis Ijet Zrgaat, the Barsen'thor, the great illusionist. Under Aleidis' care, she'd honed her instinctive navigation skills to find things hidden by layers of the most powerful Force concealment possible. She still couldn't sense the Sith Lord, not consciously or precisely, but the Force still guided her in his general direction one jungle clearing or trail at a time. Not knowing when she would find him or stumble across him, she kept her mare's leg scattergun ready in her left hand, and her lightfoil unignited in her right.

There would be an opportunity here, she knew, for the concealed Darksider to set an ambush for her. Her preparations, such as they were, could only give her so much help against someone who could have any skillset, carry any weapon, and come from anywhere.

On the plus side, she got the distinct feeling that she was catching up.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Location: Temple Library
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"]
Enemies: Invaders

Ossus had become a bit of a second home for this girl. After having met [member="Connor Harrison"] on several occasions, visiting this particular temple and taking time to study the ways of the Silver Jedi. They were a quirky lot, but Jamie held great respect for them and their desire to bring the galaxy back from the edges of destruction. The library within the temple held so much history and importance to not only the Silvers, but also the old Republic, now nothing more than a shadow of its' former glory. it was remarkable to the young woman just how much could be understood through texts within. She was a bit of a bookworm, finding more value in the understanding of knowledge than the practicality of its' use for war.

A yawn pulled at her, pulling her hand upwards to cover the expression as her eyes shuttered close for a brief moment. In that single moment of vulnerability she was startled by the sound of an alert, something she hadn't heard of or known of prior to, having never been present for any such drills. The datapad fell from her hands to the table as she flinched from the surprise of the noise. Still, she was unsure of what exactly was transpiring, however the few others nearby began to quickly file out of the library.

The alert on its' own was enough to increase the steady beating of her heart and set her nerves on edge, but the fear of the unknown was more what clung to her at present. Knowing she wouldn't find answers lingering about within the library the blonde began to make her way towards the exit as a pit began to form in her gut. That feeling of dread she had begun to understand as tides of darkness approached.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A41ao9sMSJ0​

Objective: Defend the Jedi Temple
Location: Aegis Base
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | Mandalorians & Sith

His head turned in the same direction as Coci. He too felt it; Darkness had come to Ossus, to join the coming chaos. Naturally the Sith would take advantage of Jedi and Mandalorians locked in senseless conflict, one which sprang from misunderstandings on both sides. The mere thought of once-allies now showing hostile intent was beyond comprehension for the Grandmaster, and he couldn't help but grieve the loss of sanity plaguing men and women he had on numerous times fought beside. Above them a plethora of different ships littered the skies, ranging from Mandalorian and Sith designs to more private vessels. How did this become such a mess in such a short amount of time?

Within Aegis Base Jedi and troopers alike set up defensive perimeters, manning the ramparts and emplacements alike in preparation for an all-out assault on their stronghold. Thurion couldn't believe he'd rather face down the horde of Vinterbound a second time than the horrors modern weaponry was capable of causing. With Coci in tow, he met up with Aegis Command. "Masters Heavenshield," the man in charge saluted them both. "Grandmaster, we're covering every inch of the surrounding area. They won't come at us unnoticed," the battle-hardened colonel briefed them. Thurion offered him a sharp nod and a pat on the shoulder. "Good job, Colonel. Have your men stay on alert, but do not shoot on sight. We will not become the aggressors of this mess."

He then grabbed a nearby communication device. "Open a channel on all known hailing frequencies." One last attempt for reason and goodwill to break through the clouds of pride and arrogance. If his message would reach but one set of ears willing to listen, his effort would not have been made in vain.

"This is Jedi Master Thurion Heavenshield, hailing all frequencies. So far not a single shot has been fired, and I'd like keep it that way. I know I speak for every Jedi - hell, every man, woman and child on Voss, Ossus, and throughout the entirety of Silver-protected space when I say: We do not seek war with the sons and daughters of Mandalore. Our two peoples have co-existed for years, even aided one another on numerous occasions. It is not too late to turn back and return home to your families, without blood on your hands. What led to this moment is a series of mistakes made on both sides, but war is not the answer to cultural or religious differences. It never is. Jedi have always sworn to defend those who cannot defend themselves, and should the Sith rise again to conquer the stars we will stand beside you as brothers and sisters. Don't let millennia-old grudges dictate your actions."

He paused, sighing.

"There already exists one eternal conflict plaguing our galaxy. I would put an end to it if I knew how to, but I don't. But if we can prevent war between former brothers-in-arms and long-lasting neighbors, then maybe together we can leave the galaxy a better place than we found it. Such should be the endeavour of every man and woman. Let's end this now, before it is too late. Please."

 

[H3xle]

Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi
Neutral: Mandos
Objective: Obfuscate, misdirect, and infiltrate

Waide was possibly more comfortable on Jedi worlds than most other Sith. For the majority of his training once he left his home on Glee Anselm, he had been behind the lines of either the Galactic Republic or the Galactic Alliance. A large portion of that was spent keeping tabs on the Jedi, as they posed the far greatest threat to the juggernaut that was once the One Sith. Now, to Waide's eyes, they represented to only thing standing in the way of the Sith regaining power. Others could be reasoned with, or brought under heel, but the Jedi held their morals supremely above the Sith, and refused to coexist.

Not that Waide would have been a fan of coexisting either.

Another boon to spending so much time behind enemy lines, was the ability to appropriate hardware when regime's fell. The fall of the Republic left many world's without a centralized authority, leaving their defense in local hands that were sometimes not up to the task. This was how Waide had gotten his hands on a Valkyrie Class Troopship. He was presently alone inside the ship, as he slipped out of hyperspace well away from the gathering forces. The old Republic transponder on the dropship likely confused the increasingly distracted Silver Jedi defense. There were plenty of Republic remnants flying around, and most were still pleasantly disposed to the SJO. Whatever the case, only a hurried conversation stood between him and landing clearance. Scans from the planet showed his ship was empty, and his weapons locked down. He slipped the ship down into the atmosphere over the jungle, then set down in a small clearing near a small outpost of Rangers.

Waide knew they would send a force to check him out, so he quickly removed himself from the ship and hid in the trees, focusing on lowering his presence in the Force as much as possible. He was by no means an expert at it, but good enough to fool anyone likely stationed this far from the base. After a few minutes of waiting, he heard a trio of speeder bikes approaching and readied himself to attack.

Spoiler

OOC I welcome any opposition, just want to have some fun.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_l4Ab5FRwM​

Location: Ossus surface, heading to @Thurion Heavenshield​

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The message came across, but at first Ijaat ignored it. What good was it to listen to them? Pretty words with no action. Then again, he caught himself, and almost could hear the voice of Jaster chiding him. A feeling washed over him and he stopped. There was an insult to honor, yes. But maybe it was one that could be repaired without bloodshed. Might he have gotten caught up in the fervor of a Crusade? In the pulse and eddy of mindless violence that was the only counterpoint to the endless nattering of the Council? Just because he was disgusted with one made the other no less idiotic than the first. Flickering his eyes, he sent a ping.

Geoff, his A.I., would do the talking as an incoming holowave. Ijaat kept striding himself, long stalks of land eating pace. Each step sunk into the earth slightly as he pulled the Force to him, straining his senses and Sight, trying to read both the will of the Force and reconcile it against the tenets of the Codex and other belief doctrines. Was there a way forward? A way out of this insanity? Vizsla might not be convinced, but since when did Mereel follow their lead? Breathing deep, Ijaat turned over the words in his mind. They were pompous and arrogant, sure. But a man that was king of a whole feudal planet would no more be able to remove such than Ijaat could remove his penchant for 'honor' and moral high grounding.

Geoff would transmit coordinates, a place slightly between the two forces, wherein Ijaat would meet the man who led these Jedi, face to face. There was no mention of the Council. No mention of anything but Clan Mereel. That was all he spoke of and for, and all he could promise. Just as it always should be. Every clan it's own bastion, coming together for mutual purpose only when needed. The Council had perverted their sense of independence and identity. And it must be destroyed at all costs, or neutered severely. It wielded far too much inflence, and some of that Ijaat himself had helped them get.

Reaching up he removed his helmet, unfolded his hat, and perched the broad brim on his head. Dropping the helmet to the ground he sat atop it and lit a cigarra and waited to see.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Temple Library
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: Invaders

Aela had come to the Jedi Temple here on Ossus for one simple reason, to pick up her errant padawan.

Though she gave Jamie quite a bit of freedom on where she could go and what she could do, there were certain times when the young woman was required to be at her side, either for a mission, or further teaching. This time it was more the latter that had called her here, though in truth she had been wanting to return to Ossus ever since she’d been a little girl.

She’d visited this temple once before, years ago when the Republic had still been a force for good instead of a heaping pile of rubble.

The Jedi Marshall frowned slightly as she wandered through the Temple Halls. When she’d initially landed she had of course been greeted, but her situation had quickly been explained and the Silver Jedi had given her leeway to do as she pleased. The New Jedi Order and the Silvers might not have been best friends, but the two factions shared more than a healthy respect for one another, at least most of the time.

She moved through the Temple, following the winding halls to where she guessed the Library would likely be. Eventually she asked a youngling where she needed to go, and the tiny Twi’lek girl answered with a shy point of her finger. Aela thanked her, and then headed off in the right direction, passing into the entrance of the library just in time for Jamie to smack into her.