Last Watch - The Mandalorian Dominion of Agamar Hex [Cathar and Ord Cestus]

[Davon Karr]

[member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="sabrina"] [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Shaw McKeller"] [member="Senua Sar"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

The Dominion of Agamar​

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In a sudden strike that sent the United Clans reeling, Death Watch managed to force their way close to Mandalore itself. Whilst the Clans were left fighting for their homeworld and removing the last vestiges of the Primeval from Wayland, the citizens of those worlds were left to fend for themselves.

The Death Watch felt they had control. They were overconfident. They should have known better. Should have known that Mandalorian children and retired veterans wouldn’t accept their occupation readily. Perhaps they simply felt there was more support for their cause than there was in reality. Perhaps greedy eyes had returned to Mandalore itself.

The fighting never ceased. From the mountains resistance fighters struck time and again at Death Watch strongholds. Their vehicles were ambushed in the streets, their bases shelled from a distance. Every major failure was accompanied by a media blackout as the occupational forces sought to maintain the illusion of control. They reiterated time and again that the planetary garrisons had been defeated, the United Clans’ fleets driven away.

The long, drawn-out war has sapped the life out of the attack. Had the resistance not been so determined, Death Watch may have even moved on Mandalore once more by now. But the toll on the resistance has been great too. Death Watch forces have retreated to their bases, sorties from drones and fighters strike out at any resistance targets in the open.

With contact re-established between the resistance fighters and the Clans, a plan was drawn up. Davon of Clan Karr, House Betna has moved a great deal of his people into Calna Muun in secret. The clans have landed a transport ship with weapons, light tanks and a large enough force to storm the city's main base. It is night at Calna Muun, a wind howls through the streets carrying a heavy, unrelenting rain.

But they are betrayed.

The Death Watch managed to get a man on the inside. With his children hostage he has already informed the occupational forces of the impending attacks. The Mandalorian Clans are about to have the fight of their life. Everything is on the line.

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Objectives:

• Strike Force. The government buildings of Calna Muun are going to be attacked by a force of a hundred commandos on foot. However Death Watch have stepped up protection and there are just as many soldiers occupying the district.
• Assault the garrison. The main garrison on the outskirts of Calna Muun has been held by the main Death Watch Force. The plan was to break out of the spaceport and mount a combined arms assault. However, with word of the attack, Death Watch have posted armoured checkpoints around the spaceport to hem the assaulting forces in. The moment the attack starts expect to come under heavy, unexpected fire.
• Relief Aid. Come unarmed and bring supplies to the camps outside Calna Muun where those who lost their homes in the invasion are staying. The fierce weather is bad news for those without real homes.
• Fleet Action. The Death Watch fleet is stationed over Ord Cestus. Drive it away from our space and keep it from harassing our borders, or coming to the aid of the occupation on Agamar
• Bring your own story!

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The Dominion of Cathar​

6) Blood Hunt

The Cathar ate an honourable people, but they don't forget easily. Mandalorian neo crusaders once nearly brought them to extinction.

To prove our worth a group of mandalorians will risk all. No armour, no explosives. Just blasters, beskads and fighting side by side to eradicate a nest of Kiltik.

Spoiler

7) Respects


Visit the great city-tree where there is a great memorial to Sylvar, the greatest Jedi Warrior in Cathar history. Pay your respects to a hero of the people and show how different we are from the Crusader who mercilessly campaigned to wipe out the Cathar people, even after they had been defeated.

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The Dominion of Ord Cestus​

8) Envoy

[member="50H31"] welcomes a group of Mandalorian representatives to the city of Freehold, a city where droid and organic alike live in harmony. The envoy of Mandalorians is free to observe both their spiritual and commercial practices, in particular the hospital complex (which 50 will be devving and demonstrating in the thread), and Asylum, a bar he's currently working on.

The Mandalorians present must make an effort to convince Five-oh of the benefits of letting the Mandalorians claim rulership and protection over the planet. Keep in mind that while Five and many others who rules the city are droids, but they have no particular grievances or mistreatment of organics on their agenda.

 

[Shaw McKeller]

Object: 2

To say that war never changed was not a lie, but it wasn't exactly truthful, either. War came in many forms, in many ways, and in many places. If anything, war refined itself. It changed itself. It altered how it was taught, how it was executed. It altered the tools and the tactics. In many ways, war was constantly changing, but the phrase stayed the same despite it all. For all the changes, improvements, and new ways sentient life found to kill one another, the roots remained unchanged by time. For religion, glory, resources, anything - or nothing - in between, war and conflict was a constant factor of the galaxy.

For Shaw, the fighting now was the same as it was in his youth. The only thing that had changed was him. Another battlefield, another war, another conflict, but this time he was on the other side. A lifetime ago and he'd have been a young warrior wearing Deathwatch sigils and spilling the blood of his brothers. Now he was on the other side, but the blood of his brothers was still being spilled.

"Into the fire again, Gibu," he said, patting the beast's flank. The ill tempered rhino, as the aruetii'se tended to call him, huffed in annoyance as he shifted the bit in his mouth. Another irritated grunt and Gibu shook his head, rattling the various tack and barding attached to his frame.

"I know, I know. I'd much rather be back home and having lunch, too, but we're needed today. This should be quick, I think."

With that, Shaw gave his mount one more pat on the flank and straightened up. He checked to make sure his blade rested securely in its sheathe on his back before taking the offered Ori'beviin. He'd left his usual shield at home, the giant slab of beskar inherently problematic to use while mounted. Instead, attached to his left gauntlet was a Dinu'ul set to maximum size. A last check of his equipment told him all was ready. He took the helm resting on the horn of the saddle before him and donned it before sealing it shut with a hiss of pressurized air.

Once done, he gave Gibu a slight nudge and the two began a leisurely stroll towards the front. As he did so, a nearby soldier flagged him down.

"Hm?" was Shaw's only response.

"The spaceport is surrounded, we're waiting for more troops to try and break out. You step outside, they'll be all over you."

"Good," the old warrior said, nudging his mount forward once more.

"I'll not keep them waiting, lad."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective Two
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[Post 1]

Draco hadn't expect this kind of resistance. Not from Death Watch.

Blaster and Slug fire stuttered overhead as the Mandalorian crouched behind a duracrete slab. His Force powers were largely returned, his training going well. He was dense, his musculature rigid and tough, sinews in his arms and legs, solid from his high gravity training. The downside was his knees ached after intense use, something that made him feel older than he was, put for him, it was worth the price. Physically stronger and tougher than ever, more determined and living with a purpose for the first time in a long time.

[member="Faith Organa"] wasn't on the planet, thank the Force, but he could feel her through her his bonds. A chunk of duracrete exploded above his shooulder, and the warrior, bolted a round in his rifle. Sword and wrist blasters, he had elected for a long range weapon, feeling he didn't have need for an assault rifle.

Now he regretted that decision, at least some as the Death Watch poured suppressing fire into his position, pinning him, and the vode around him down. Draco inhaled, lined up his shot, and snapped the round off, seeing the projectile slip through the air, smoke projecting from the weapon like a cloud of molasses, slowly being discharged from the weapon as Draco dropped back down.

It was going to be a long day.

 

[Davon Karr]

Objective One

“Report in from the spaceport. Death Watch have blockaded in the transport. Seemed they had a tip off,” Gandim grunted. He was the eldest of Davon’s five adopted children. Not the greatest warrior in his line of descendants, not by far. Those had either already died in battle, or were young and off in the Roche sector looking for glory. Gandim had retired from fighting a decade or so ago now, but he was solid and dependable. A constant anchor for Davon since his husband was killed when the Death Watch had taken Agamar some months ago.

The interior of his suit had become aggravatingly noisy. The heavy rain a constant drone as it hammered away at his armour plates. The news troubled Davon and he already knew what his son would ask next.

“Do we call off the attack?”

“No,” Davon replied. “We don’t know if they’re aware we’re going to strike the government sector. Even if they are and they’re fortified, we hit them with everything we’ve got. Those in the spaceport don’t have the luxury of a retreat now. We don’t slink away and abandon them in their fate. We join them. No matter what the result is.”

There was a general murmur of agreement from those around him. As one they moved forwards down the side alley and stepped out into the main street. Just five commandos, but one group of many scattered around the government sector. They would take this key district of the capital city and hold it come what may, or die trying. The sounds of battle, muffled by the rain, still reached them from the spaceport.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Somewhere in the city
Allies: [member="Davon Karr"], UCM
Enemies: Death Watch
Objective: 1
Post count: [1/25]

Every passing day the traitors of the Death Watch grew stronger and grew larger that it had ever been since their assault on Mandalore. It was a relief that they were repelled back to whatever lair they were hiding in, but that peace was something not to take granted of. Indeed, Wayland was a major victory for the United Clans and there victory was even more blessed when Vilaz returned to their ranks. One would obviously think that this would destroy the morale of the Death Watch, but they were wrong. Now with the Mandalorians being divided into three, people would be more pressured into choosing sides. With the constant guerrilla warfare and terrorist attacks from the Death Watch many would choose the traitorous splinter-cell of the Watch rather than the United Clans of Mandalore or the new constituted order of the Mandalorian Empire.

"This is it, boys," the Field Marshal said, face concealed by his buy'ce, "there ain't no turning back. And you will stop fighting until a damn slug is between your eyes. Understood?" Many stood proud and tall with their weapons ready to be unloaded. "Yes, sir!" Their voices had no hint of fear in them as they spoke as a unified choir to his question.

"Then let's not let our fallen vode wait for us," and with that his squad of eight elite Mandalorian Supercommandos unveiled themselves to the dark of Calna Muun from an abandoned building that was in the ghetto section of the city district. The same tension of those in the spaceport would come to Calna Muun by the howling winds of this night.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Objective 1
Location: In the City, Inside a unknown building.
Enemies: United Clans [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Davon Karr"]
Allies: Death Watch

Where was the line between Honor and Betrayal? How were the newly formed Empire and Death Watch any different? Where was the line? These were the questions of a confused and highly aged Gen'dai. Standing in silence the giant armored merc turned his head when a nearby Death Watch grunt tossed a piece of rumble by his foot. Red eyes faintly glew behind his faceplate making the grunt hesitate slightly.

The grunt looked as if he were going to speak but he turned away leaving the room. His voice could be heard in the other room clearly.
" Who is that?" he pointed to the room Saverok stood in.

" It doesnt matter who he is, We are paying him to fight with us." stated a older death watch trooper. he rolled his eyes turning away from the grunt.

The Grunt grew impatient raising his voice. " Scouts are telling us the United Clans are here at our door step. They are here for a fight! Why are we still in his building with our well paid help do..." he words were cut off and gasps of air could be heard in replacement of words. The armored giant slowly raised the grunt into the air with his large hand around the young troopers neck.

" Shut up and stay out of my way. Ruin my plans and ill crush you, vod." Saverok growled slightly annoyed and chucked the boy to the side toward the wall. " For now we wait.."

[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]

 

[Shaw McKeller]

Objective 2
Post 2
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Saverok the Unleashed"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Davon Karr"]

The open air was only slightly different from inside the spaceport. Namely, it was smokier and filled with the sounds of incoming fire. Gibu's nostrils flared as the smells and sounds of war washed over the two old warriors. Shaw let old training and instincts take over, honed over a lifetime of war.

He glanced around, quietly marking targets he could see using the various scopes built into his helmet. Areas he saw nothing for certain, but were certainly good vantage points or firing ports he marked on his HUD as secondary targets. Once done, he transmitted the data to the rest of the troops on this side of the spaceport. As he did so, a staccato of blaster bolts stitched the ground beside him, one hitting and bouncing off the beskar plates of Gibu's barding.

Shaw felt his mount make an odd shift-jump, indicative of the minor balance correction the shot caused Gibu. He knew the beast was okay, but felt the Rhino's annoyance at the situation.

"I know, I know," he said to the irritable creature he rode upon. "One of these days, I'll get shot first, okay?"

With that, he nudged the beast forward into the hornet's nest, shield and weapons ready for the fight to come.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Thing went South very quickly. Death Watch had three fire teams in the nearest building on the fourth floor. One man was down before they even caught sight of the ambush. Metre by metre the ground of rebels approached, but they were outgunned.

"Gan Jess, keep that team on the left pinned!" Davon called. He'd deliberately lingered back, sliding out of sight and finding a firing position. He hadn't survived so many decades of war by being a powerful man. Davon had just learned quickly where to move to avoid getting killed.

He levelled his 73B. Droplets of water forming on the underside of the barrel as the rain continued to hammer down. The weapon was both a concussion rifle and a smart grenade launcher in one. These days if it wasn't for his power armour he would have struggled to use it for prolonged engagements.

"Lock range," he whispered to his suit. The interface with the rifle read off the distance down the finder and locked the smart grenade to detonate at that distance. He pulled the trigger.

A crack of glass was followed by a surprisingly sharp bang. Several windows blew out from the fourth floor as the grenade airburst in the middle of a fire team.

His muzzle swung around to the right hand team and he fired three concussion rounds in quick succession, forcing that group back from their firing positions.

"Keep the pressure on the left, I'll cover the right. Everyone else move up, get in amongst them."

This was a day for the bold, not the cautious.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective Two
[Post 2]

Draco glanced around. He could see an old acquaintance urging a beskar armored Taakur forward, leading a slow and steady advanced forward, letting the large, tough beast take the brunt of the enemies firepower. It bought Draco and the warriors hiding around him some breathing room and let the riflemen lay down some accurate fire down range.

Draco's breathing steadied and slowed, the sounds of battle dulled and became a drone, and his motions became slower and smoother before him. Another round left left the barrel behind a slow moving cloud of gas and smoke just as the cross-hairs fell over a Death Watch helmet.

Time moved faster again as the warrior let out his breath, "Alright kids, I'm moving up to the front." The warrior cocked a half smile and slung his rifle over his head and drew the sword from its sheath, moving up from cover to cover towards the Taakur at the front. He recognized the Mandalorian Jedi behind it, Shaw, who had helped him learn the basics of Beskarsmithing a long time ago.

[member="Shaw McKeller"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Objective 1
Enemies: United Clans [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

An explosion could heard in the distance along with the firing of weapons. " Ready up." he said aloud. A medium sized powercell was loaded into his HAVOC Magma Cannon along with a clip of large metal slugs. The Cannons chamber began to hiss siphoning air and the end of the barrel quickly turned bright orange giving off an intense heat. A new heavy weapon, one that he was very eager to test out in combat. Bandoliers filled with ammo and powercells were slung across his armored torso and a holster for his Dissuder KD-30 & .48 Caliber Enforcer pistol. He didnt need to much equipment, Saverok enjoyed the feeling of little to stay which was ironic due to the fact that he wore power armor.

" Move out!" he shouted as the giant to move toward the stairway. Metal foot steps echoed as the group moved to the roof top of a 6 story building. "Take prone positions by against that conditioning unit. Snipers fire when ready. Rest of you will fire on my mark..." he paused eyeing the incoming United Mando clans forces that were currently assaulting a nearby Death Watch squad in the distance. " Show these pacifist that it means to be Mandalorian." his smile grew under his helmet.

*Bump* Saveroks metal knee dropped to ground. He was a big person and even bigger target there was no need to be seen atop a building. Raising his Magma Cannon up he took aim. The Snipers let loose several shots from theyre blaster rifles before by the time Saverok was done preparing. Now it was time for a war.

" Open fire!!" The Gen'dai commanded as he slowly pulled the trigger. *BOOM* The barrel flashed bright orange as the bright orange projectile was launched toward a nearby Mandalorian Clansmen. The kick of the weapon caused Saverok to jerk which was a rather odd feeling for him personally, the pain of the shot was quickly diminished apon watching the Targeted Clansmen Fall on his back and scream. Raising a brow Saverok zoomed in on the hit watching the young mando panic as the Molten slug rested splattered on his chestplate.

" Bet that 6000° slug warmed him up real quick." he muttered to himself chuckling.

 

[Anija Betna]

Objective 4/5
Location: High Orbit
Allies: United Clans; [member="Arrbi Betna"]; [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]; [member="Ember Rekali"]
Enemies: Death Watch and allies
Post: 1

Agamar. A world which had been part of the territory of the United Clans. With the Kyr'tsad encroaching slowly on the territory held by the United Clans, Agamar had fallen to their advance. But, the Clans were here to take it back. How were they going to do that? Several landing shuttled had already deployed for the spaceport on the planet below. For now, Anija stood on the bridge of the Alor class Dreadnought which floated in orbit. From it's hangars, several squadrons of Bes'uliik fighters began to drop into the black and form up in search of Kyr'tsad space forces.

The tactical repeater on the bridge blossomed with a cloud of green dots, which represented the Bes'uliik squads as they split off into patrols. Anija knew the Kyr'tsad forces had some ships, but she wasn't sure exactly what they had. The attack on Mandalore... and then the ensuing engagements had shown her to what lengths Kyr'tsad would go in order to achieve victory. Though, with the recent split between the United Clans.. and what was now calling itself the Mandalorian Empire; it was hard to tell how anything would pan out.

 

[Davon Karr]

Objective 1

"Snipers!" the call range out over the rebel's comms, much to their dismay. That one word highlighted that the forces here were also far more prepared that expected. Someone had leaked plans, they had to have. That thought sent a cold fury through Davon's veins.

The rest of his group covered the ground to the gleaming office complex used by one wing of the government. He didn't even slow down, crashing through the reinforced glass as if it was made of sugar.

His anger was unleashed on the Mandalorian, clad in black and grey, who rolled out from cover to fire at him. Two glancing blows brought warnings to his HUD before he activated the shield emitter on his wrist.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: High Orbit
OBJECTIVE 4 (fleet)

The much-decorated Skira-class battleship Like Hell decanted in a support position near [member="Anija Betna"]'s larger Alor-class dreadnought. The Like Hell's arrival was, if not foreseen, then at least well inside the realm of predictable probability.

The Titan Industries Immortal-class dreadnought was not.

Two klicks wide, just about as long, and fifteen hundred metres from spine to keel, the Immortal massed nearly as much as the longer Alor. From it fountained a really stupid number of Mandalorian starfighters and bombers -- a hundred sixty-eight, to be precise. As if the Immortal's proton beam cannon didn't constitute a sufficient show of force.

"This is Warmaster Ember Rekali, commanding the dreadnought Gethzerion. I understand we're going...hunting."

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Objective 3
Location: Outside the city of Calna Muun
Allies: United Clans; [member="Arrbi Betna"]; [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Enemies: Death Watch and allies, potentially [member="Saverok the Unleashed"]
Post: 2

With age comes experience... or so it was said. Mirshko was still getting used to the fact that she was.. for all intents and purposes, 18 now, It was a strange feeling indeed. And one she wasn't entirely sure she'd ever be fully comfortable with. But, such was the sacrifice she had made when choosing to train with Draco inside the Chiloon Rift. She lost her youth... and to a degree the sense of innocence that came with it. Though she had lost a great deal of that during her time on Syvris.

With all the things that had happened over the last couple years... and even the last few months, Mirshko was... reluctant to try and take on a combat role in the efforts of the United Clans here on Agamar. It wasn't that she din't feel she was ready. Well... maybe she did. But she also remembered all too well what had happened at Druckenwell. And, she was hoping that by removing herself from the front lines, she'd be less of a target. Hopefully.

She knew nothing was absolutely certain in war. And war this was. The United Clans had spent the last several months... if not close to a year trying to push back the Kyr'tsad invaders. She'd heard firsthand about the attack on Mandalore. She'd been there, if still recovering from Syvris. She'd not actively participated. But now.... Now she felt she had to in some way. if not in a combat capacity, she could in other ways. And that was what had brought her to the small medical camp that was located not far outside the city limits.

As many of the Mandalorians were, she too was armed, and armored, but she'd decided to perhaps lend herself to another pursuit. This time, as a medical aid worker. She wasn't a highly trained Medic by any sense, but she'd learned her fair share over the years. Both Mom and Da had taught her at least Basic medical aid skills. And Da had seen to it that she'd gotten a bit more specialized training when she'd asked for it. One never knew when they'd need to use the skills. Whether for themselves or someone else.

 

[buckhop6]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective 1[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: City. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: Death Watch Saverok the Unleashedhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5063-saverok-the-unleashed/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: United Clans Vilaz Munin[/SIZE] Davon Karr

Well here he was. Attrion always managed to find himself in the most dangerous of places. He hadn’t, however, expected to find himself fighting alongside fellow Mandalorian’s once again. He’d been contempt with his adventures, bringing in targets and honing his skill with a slugger. But when he’d heard that the Death Watch had resurfaced and invaded Agamar, he left the ‘comforts’ of his temporary safe house and headed straight to the planet to join the counter-attack. He’d was thrown in with a small group of commando’s and fortunately, they’d let him keep his slugger.

Now he was in the midst of a heated attack, bullets were whistling through the air, explosions ringing in his ears as he jumped behind cover. “Everyone hunker down while I get a better vantage point!” He yelled to the remainder of his squad and to his surprise, even the sergeant listened. They ducked behind various bits of rubble and buildings as Attrion slung his slugger over his shoulder and began to scale the nearby building, his natural agility making it a quick task.

At the top of the building, Attrion peered through the scope of his trusty weapon and witness a raging battle throughout the city. Brother killed brother as the two sides clashed and all Attrion could think was, How could the Death Watch mount such a large invasion? How many brothers have turned against us for these pretenders? An explosion rocked him back to reality as more fire was being exchanged below. He focused through the scope and took a deep breath, lined up the crosshairs directly over the head of a Death Watch clansmen. “Here goes nothing.” He murmured to himself, and took the shot.

 

[Davon Karr]

Objective 1
Location: City.
Enemies: Death Watch [member="Saverok the Unleashed"]
Allies: United Clans [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="buckhop6"]

The iridescent shield was start partially transparent. Enough for Davon to angle towards the aggressor. He dropped his cumbersome rifle as he went, no good in such close quarters.

The fingers of his right hand slowly curled around the hilt of his beskad. So satisfying, he thought, the feel of the underlay of his suit slightly resisting as he tightened his grip. His shield flicked off as his left snapped out. His fist slammed into the blaster rifle, knocking it to Davon's left. His beskad followed down the same trajectory.

The wicked, inward curving blade struck on on the left shoulder, just above the armour plate. The angle of the cut didn't severe the arm, but it suddenly became a dead weight, dropping from the grip of his enemy's blaster rifle. The Death Watch solder tried to back pedal. Davon followed calmly. One precise swing caught him under the helm, gouging a wide cut several inches deep through his neck.

Davon wasted no time in recovering his rifle and attaching it to the magnetic holster on his back, instead going for his lever action scattergun.

"Clear the building," he called. Once this was taken they had a foothold and could take the roof and return fire on those snipers.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: [5]
Location: Agamar, Elsewhere.
Enemies: The False Death Watch
Allies: His Clan.

Life used to be more simple.

You had the Jedi on one side, the Sith on the other and the common man in between the two. But that was only one conflict, then you had the ancient old paradigm of the true Mandalorian way versus society’s need to evolve according to what was relevant in the current time. It used to be simple: you were either a Jedi or a Sith or caught in between, you were either a Rebel or an Imperial and more relevant to the situation at hand:

You were either a man of peace or a weapon of war.

The True Mandalorians had picked the former, Clan Vizsla and their Death Watch had picked the latter. But these people weren’t the Death Watch of Pre, they were different, unruly, no discipline and all wanton destruction and terroristic intentions.

So when Ghedon, crouching behind a solid mass of rock, whispered to him about the futility of being here. Ronan only had a single thing to say.

"They spit on our heritage, brother." The Mandalorian did not raise his tone in an overly manner, because they were a few clicks away from the enemy encampment. But dissidence within his ranks had to be solved immediately or it might become an issue in mid-battle.

Nobody wanted an issue mid-battle.

"They flaunt our symbol, desecrate our name and carry out nonsensical, strategically flawed acts of terrorism against non-combatants. They have no respect for our way and so they must go, no?"

See, Ronan did not have a major issue with acts of terrorism. They had their use here and there: like Clan Garon’s intent on Muunilinst, flawed execution, but the intent had been there all the same.

No. What he had an issue with was when people got stupid.

Destroying the main shipyards over Mandalore filled to the brink with non-combatants? Stupid and with little gain, considering most of the Clans’ navy came from MandalMotors and Mandal Hypernautics. Their main shipyards had been left unscathed.

So all that happened was that the common Mandalorian figure rose up against the needless nature of this Death Watch. Instead of joining with them to fight the downtrending inertia of the Clans and their unwillingness to actually do a lot.

"You know me, all of you." He continued his monologue patiently, inch by inch pulling Ghedon and the other doubters back from the brink. "I have no love for the Clans either, but our name is more important. It’s all that remains between us and the cold void of obscurity."

"So no, Ghedon. We do not fight for Betna, Karr or Skirata. We fight not for Ordo or Rekali, Munin, Vereen or even Verd. We fight for Vizsla. And the first step is to wipe these pretenders off the face of the Galaxy."

A wheezing sound sounded as Ronan caught some air. It didn’t used to be this way, he could have talked for hours and hours, pulling his audience in and making them believe in what he was trying to say, but these days… with this infernal mask on and his lungs being what they were?

By Manda, how did it get this far?

Ghedon didn’t notice though. The frown was gone, replaced by determination and he slapped Ronan on the back with a firm nod following it.

"You are right, cabur. Don’t worry about us. We see it now."

Ronan just nodded. Still not capable of saying anything more, but it wouldn’t do to make that known.

It would be a few more moments before they would attack.

Myth and Rull would signal when they were ready.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Capital
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Davon Karr"]
Enemies: [member="Saverok the Unleashed"]
Post count: [2/25]

The firing rifles designed for marksmen alerted not just Vilaz's squad, but the others that were scattered throughout the district and were marching towards the capitol building. "Double time, men," the Field Marshal ordered his men as they ran while dodging bullets and blasters from different vectors. There was no time to find cover and try to make up a strategy that covered the factors of being critical and being efficient; now was the time to act and heavily rely on guts and instincts. And most of the time Vilaz acted very much on his instincts.

"Y'all get a move on. I'll take the spotlight," the Redneck ordered his men and soared up to the skies as he activated his jetpack. His intention was to create a diversion so that his unit would advance without being downed by the snipers. Out of all the snipers on the buildings his aimed Orar'bev at one bulky and large hostile (Saverok) and let loose a monomolecular tipped bolt from his crossbow at speeds of three miles per second.

Blaster bolts missed Vilaz because of his maneuverings in the air, but there were some bolts that impacted on his personal shielding. All he needed to do was a couple of minutes before his men would reach the government complex.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Location: Capital
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] United Clans
Enemies: Deathwatch
Post count: [1/25]

Marcus struggled to get back to his feet after a thermal detonator had ripped the street to shreds not a few yards behind him. In its wake, many lay wounded, but the attack was to be pressed on. This advance, no, this charge against one of the remaining hives of Death Watch activity had been in discussion long before they had arrived, and now in the heat of battle, the young vod kept his rifle trained on the upper levels of the government building.

From his position, he sighted what he was looking for, a slight glint of traitorous armor came into view. He let loose several bursts of fire at the glass pane which ultimately shattered as a figure fell from the high stories to the paved duracrete below. It had been the first kill for this battle, first of many he hoped.

At the order of [member="Davon Karr"] , he found himself pushing once more into the street which was already the subject of so much blaster fire, and he was sure that in one passing he would be laid out to be counted among the dead. However, it was not to be, and he reached the other side to take cover behind a large pillar, ready to breach the doors with a slew of other vod.

 

[Attrion Harnol]

Objective One
Allies: [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Davon Karr"]
Enemies: [member="Saverok the Unleashed"]
Post: 2

Whoosh, the bullet was unleashed from his slugger as it ripped into the head of and exposed Death Watch. He reloaded and fired again, another down, another, and another. The street was cleared of enemies in record time and the rest of Attrion’s squad stared up at him, amazed at the feat he had just completed. He scaled the building and strode over to the sergeant, “We’ve got to move, now!” The man agreed and barked commands to the others, not questioning Attrion after what he had just witnessed. They kept progressing up the street, moving from cover to cover. They came across a junction were they came across another squad, led by a tall Mandalorian ([member="Davon Karr"]) as he issued orders to his men and they ran into the building. Attrion’s squad approach from the side, “Reporting for duty, alor!” The sergeant stated. Attrion brushed past him, holstering his slugger upon his back and and extended his hand in greeting, “Attrion Harnol, how do you do?”