Knock The Dust Off(OS VS Death Watch)

[Subject 37]

Bilbringi

She would enjoy this.

There was no quesiton in that.

There was no doubt in her mind. This was right. This was war. This wasn't a raid, this was a declaration. Her fingers scrunched into a fist, her eyes fluttered open, her lips turned up in a smirk. Excitement flowed through her, inspiration, thrill as she had never felt before. The battle on Kashyyyk had been bloody, the fights within the core had been fun, but this...this would be different. Here they were fighting an opponent that had no claim to innocents. Here there would be no drama, no politics, nothing.

There would only be blood.

The Sith could not claim they were good. The Sith could not claim that they had done nothing wrong. They could claim nothing.

For once Sera would not have to worry about what other's would think. For once she did not have to debate with the others propaganda and appearances. She did not have to concern herself with the rebuke of the Alor Council or anyone else. Here she could simply do what she was made for, what all Mandalorians were made for. As the heavy shuttle shook, obscured by a dozen asteroid's, Sera drew her blaster. There was a loud smack of metal as she thrust the butt of the weapon against the outer hull, racking the powerpack in place and turning towards the door.

She twisted free from the seat straps, unbinding herself and setting her gaze forward just as the freighter began to pick up speed.

They barreled through space, a quick course sending them directly through towards the Shipyard.

In the cockpit she could hear the sound of alarms, the screaming of one traffic operator or another, but it was already too late. The Freighter went crashing into the station, driving itself through one of the hangar doors just as the outer blast shields dropped. There was a sudden surge and a loud scrape of metal on metal, the top of the ship sheering off in one quick go as the Freighter slammed into hangar floor and came to a sudden shrieking stop.

 

[Bestala Vizsla]

Once the freighter came to a full stop, a side-door slid open. Bestala and a group of Death Watch members emerged with their blasters lighting up the hangar. Anything still standing as a target for Bestala and the group next to her.

Klaxons already sounded off within the shipyard.

“Attention! Attention! This is an emergency! All non-essential personnel to shelter in place!” said the pre-recorded voice over, and over, and over again.

Shipyard soldiers and guards and Sith were sure to descend upon the hangar in short time.

“Starburst,” Bestala said to [member="Sera Spar"], “You know where we need to go?”

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Bestala Vizsla"]

Sera turned her head as she dropped from the freighter, he eyes slowly following the length of the hangar bay. She caught sight of half a dozen engineers rushing, but she made no move to pursue of fire upon them. Her boots thudded against the metal ground. "Sector 31A."

That was where the ship could be found.

Bilbringi had long been a site for construction of the One Sith's most powerful and venerated warships. Sector 31A especially was used for the creation of The Dark Blade's. Those vessels had been some of the first built for the One Sith in the new age, and although they had been relegated and nearly forgotten by a failing navy, Sera still recognized the ships for their value. She shifted slightly and motioned to one of her commando's, the man immediately trotting over to her.

"Secure this hangar." Her voice was neutral. "Stall them here as long as you can then join us."

Distractions. That's what they needed. Sera turned to Bestala and motioned forward. "Let's go."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss only came to the station for quick stop to make some quick repairs and refile the fuel of his ship. He was meditating in one of the less crowd corners of the station when the sound of sirens cut trough the silence. Then he felt it. He wasn't sure who or what had entered the station but he could sense a confrontation ahead of him. Guided by the force the young acolye made his way trough the corridors, the hilt of his lightsaber in his right hand ready to attack whoever came to oppose the one sith. All around him people were running around, security personal walking around or talking into coms, workers fleeing towards save shelter but Abyss had no interest in them. Troops would sooner or later arrive to defend the station and until then he would take the safety of the station in his own hands. He arrived at the hangar the enemy used to enter the station exactly at the moment the doors opened and watched as the mandalorians walked out. In a matter of seconds the crimson red blade ignites in his hand, his eyes focused on the heavily armored troops in front of him. He had heard rumours about attacks on the galatic alliance and it seemed like the crusade had finally reached the one sith.

"Welcome. It is to kind of you to come here so we do not have to travel far to kill you."

His words were tainted by the dark side. Abyss had no doubts that the mandalorians were to strong minded to become a victim of the fear that was embed in his words, yet he hoped that it would be enough to unsettle them as he slowly walked towards them.

[member="Sera Spar"] [member="Bestala Vizsla"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

The current commanding officer of Bilbringi Shipyards, one Admiral Rykard Veston, had last seen combat service in the chaotic fleet action over Coruscant that culminated in the death of the Dark Lord of the Sith. He had been reassigned not because of lack of faith, but because the infamous Fleet Admiral Cyrus Tregessar had wanted someone he could trust handling the security of hte vital shipyard of Bilbringi.

At the moment he was watching a series of displays which tracked the progress of the invaders via heat and lifesign-sensors. That data was analyzed by a computer and sent to the commanders of security teams, who were even now coordinating to cordon the particular set of dockyards that the Mandalorians had attached. 31A, where lay the almost-complete hulls of six brand new Dark Blade Pocket Star Destroyers.

A curious target, Admiral Veston would have expected them to go after the 10th Darr-Itah, but perhaps they knew that the older ships would have less security.

Mandalorians, their attack had come somewhat unexpected. Republican Marines or Alliance SpecForce, that would have been more conventional. With Mandalorians, having all the tactical information in the world might not mean a damn thing if your grunts couldn't win 10-to-1 odds.

The first two strike teams, comprised entirely of the black-armored Naval Infantry Troopers, were now grouped up outside Sector 31A, awaiting the order to breach. At least one other lifesign was detected already inside the cordon, a Sith, judging by his complete disregard for the number of enemy ahead of him.

That could be useful, Veston gave the order to begin the Assault, and behind [member="Abyss"] the blast doors swung open and Naval Infantry swarmed in to support. Whether it would be enough though...

The control room got suddenly very quiet, prompting Veston to turn around and watch as the Fleet Admiral himself entered, a strange look on his face.

"You've begun the initial counter-attack, I assume?" Cyrus asked after taking only a moment to review the data.

"Yes Sir, two platoons and a Sith attacking from the front," Veston replied, equally matter-of-fact.

"Fine, put the whole station on alert, I would expect further attacks in other sectors. Lock down the Mandalorians with as much as you can spare, I don't expect them to win, just keep their attention."