Paradise Found, Schutta (Rebellion of Mimban hex)

[Miss Blonde]

Rebellion of Mimban ​

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[media] https://youtu.be/4Am6iIqPXHY [/media]

Gydine, Cato Neimodia, Terrijo, Talasea, Cyrilla, Commenor, Mimban. These were planets where the Republic had elected to join their dwindling fold in attempts to revitalize what they once were before becoming a war torn galactic nation. It was a respectable thing to do, adding more planets and citizens to do their bidding and send more sons and daughters to die against the Sith and Mandalorians. But luckily criminals weren't respectable people, it came with the job. And as such they were capable of doing things like finding each and every Republic official, sympathizer, and general affiliate, and slit their karking throat with a smile on their face.

So that's what it came down to today, a very large amount of killing that needed to be done. There wasn't going to be any black flags for parlay, no terms, no warnings, no veiled threats to leave or die, no it all came down to you're not where you're supposed to be and you've angered the wrong people, so die. Now what was the Republic to do? Whether they won or lost this day one thing was certain was that a lot of people were going to die. Some of them good, and some of them bad, such was the way of war.

With the main battle being on Mimban fleets carried themselves forward locking in combat and firing on one another, the invasion force would be hitting the ground soon and with that there would be more to the party. Throughout the many systems the Republic was looking to acquire various stealth ships containing criminal and Mandalorian kill squads would be dropping out of hyperspace to go and meet their opponents on the ground and kill whoever stood in their way.

As for Miss a Blonde she was prepping everything on Mimban where she'd be needed for the ground invasion to remove the republic from the ground, to pull weeds that had sprung up in a perfectly good garden. Adorned in her Reclaimer armor the woman was set to go and ready to fight, all that was left was for [member="Solan Charr"] to launch the droid pods and they'd be set.

OOC OBJECTIVES

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BTS And Allies: Destroy every piece of republic influence across the various systems they have arrived at.

Gydine, Cato Neimodia, Terrijo, Talasea, Cyrilla, Commenor, Mimban.

Republic and Allies: Stop all that from happening with guns and stuff, or words, words can work too.

[member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Mimban System, Arrival from Cato Neimodia, avoided Hyperlanes​

Onboard "The Mythosaur." Bastion Class Star Destroyer​

Mission: Do a little Dance.​

Fleets Currently in Battle = Fleet #1.​

Mandalorian Assault Fleet #1 - 8050m​

Flagship - The Mythosaur - Bastion Class Star Destroyer​

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And so, it had begun. Solan felt the ship lurch as he and his fleet left the sanctuary of hyperspace over the planet of Mimban, with three forces in nearby jump locations for resupply and occupation of the planet and the sector once this little rebellion of the Black Ties' had succeeded. Sure they would not stay forever, no that was for the Ties to do when it came to control of the sector, but he was here on orders to support those criminals who had found an ally in the Mandalorian Empire. And while he still did not support this alliance, it did achieve a necessary goal for the Empire and that was to present the power that it has attained.​

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This was in thanks to two very interesting deals and as such weaponry that Solan was not able to use. The first were the old ships of the Techno Union, a now defunct galactic superpower that was in needed of remembrance. But that was not the only ships that composed the fleet he had under him and those forces nearby. No there was also the trade deal and purchases made by himself from Aurora Industries. While he likely could have simply borrowed the ships, they were fairly bought by the Empire and as such to be used without worry of scratching the paint job. After all he knew that Taeli would kill him if he had brought her a ship back with half the hull looking like swiss cheese. Like he said though, the ships were bought and as such, he would not have to hold back.​

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It was strange fighting the Republic, a group he had once said deserved to unite the galaxy... but now. That was in the past.​

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"Have the Hellfire take up position behind this flagship, the Broods are to take positions on either side in an arrow formation with the Skyfall at their center, though pulled back a bit to ensure easier defense of the ship. The Hammer is to take up position below and slightly ahead of the Skyfall, i do not want the weapon to be caught by a gutsy frigate or cruiser captain looking for an easy medal on their belt. The Anvil will be ordered into position behind the Hammer, make sure that its captain fully understands he is suppose to protect the Hammer and Skyfall, but should be ready to switch the target of his Droid fighters on a moment's notice. The Broods will ready their compliments as well, but not launch them until i give the order. Furthermore, have the Skyfall and the Hammer prepare their main cannons for when the enemy is within range, we will be the first to fire off on the enemy should they decide to rear their heads. Have the Hellfire ready to land its legions on the planet itself, though make sure that they are ready for boarding action if need by. Lastly have the Anvil prepare its droppods to reinforce the troops on the ground. Am i clear?"​

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The communication officers were already onto their orders, each relaying their orders to a different ship while Solan could overlook his playing field from here. The reserve forces would be holding back until he gave them the all clear to move in and secure the planet or to head for other targets of interest. It would be hard to determine for sure whether or not they would be needed as he was unsure if the Republic would react with overwhelming force or not. To him this game was but a slow one, a matter of patience that he was nowhere near close to being complete with. There were factors yet unseen by him, their numbers being one of the chief problems he would have to deal with. If they dropped in with a larger force and engaged quickly, he would have to hold out until the reserves could drop in.​

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Granted they would not take long, but every second counted.​

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He also was not used to the idea of swarm fighters. He never truly put much trust in droid pilots, preferring the human element so to speak when he had to trust in a fighter. Granted, he had made sure there were those from his shadow legion on the Hellfire for that reason and in commanded of the dropships and gunships, but still, there was much more than he could calculate when it came to droids that he knew little about in terms of their specific strengths during combat. That did not mean they would be useless, though, no far from it. The ability of a swarm fighter, while these specific ones were foreign, was something that he still knew well enough to use with success. He was giddy to test the effectiveness of these droids, ready to see the Republic throw men at him only to be sacrificed for a defeat militarily that they would not be ready for... but he had to wonder.​

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Who would be his opponent, who would be the man or woman who thought they could save this planet from the occupation of his fleet? Who was it that had the guts to put other's lives into the mix and hope that they won without the death of thousands weighing on their conscious. That was one thing he loved about droids, it was the one thing he found solace in when it came to droids. A droid was not living, it did not have family, it did not feel sadness or pain. A Droid was a weapon of war, a tool just as any blaster or ship were, they were simply given intelligence in order to fulfill their purpose as weapons of war. They were given their 'sentience' to save the lives of mandalorians and others who used them. That was why Solan enjoyed and found solace in the droid force under him, it meant he could fight without worry of destroying the family of the man that served the Empire.​

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Solan opened up an open frequency channel, letting it be received by the enemy fleets so that they receive his only warning to them. As soon as the message was sent out the comms would return to their secure ship by ship frequency, leaving the Republic captains and commanders to do with what he said what they will. "To all Captains and Commanders of the Republic forces stationed over and on the planet of Mimban. This will be the only warning and offer i will give you. Any ships or soldiers that surrender to troops under my command will be treated humanely and i will personally oversee their treatment, both medically and as POWs. This will be the only offer of safety that you will get from our side, make sure you understand that before forcing my ships to destroy your crews should you start to put their lives in certain danger."​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIMc2t5EbTY​

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(Forces that are not in system listed Here, I was having really bad lag out because of how many ships i have, sorry to make you have to go to a link for them.)​

 

[NightSister]

Ah, the Republic. The government that all things in the galaxy were run by, and the one establishment that even were she not a black tie, Azalyn knew was her enemy. The fragile political establishment would be everybody's enemy if they weren't all so easy to fool. This was the government that had jailed her mother for life for frauds and murders that she was not guilty of. This was the goverment that let framing others for crimes and family abandonment go unseen so they could focus on fixing the debts that they kept finding themselves in. This was the government that since she was thirteen, Azalyn had vowed she would tear down or die trying once she was powerful enough. And now, she had been presented with the perfect opportunity, and she knew that she was powerful enough.

Armed in her strongest and most durable armour, including a bounty hunter helmet that obscured her face should she somehow be caught, Azalyn had flown her ship to Mimban, where the ground invasion and presumably the best of the action would be taking place. There were knives and flashbang grenades and weapons of all sorts hidden discreetly on her ready to be presented at a moment's notice, and she was expecting to use every last one of them. Hoping even. Today would be the one time when killing was no longer just her career, it would be best and only chance at vengeance and she would be killing for sport. No matter how careful she was never to take lives without needing to, Azalyn's love of killing was undeniable and today she cold forget all her reservations and slit throat after throat, blow up body after body until all that was left of the Republic was rubble and a bad memory.

But first, the set-up. Discreetly arriving where [member="Miss Blonde"] was preparing as [member="Solan Charr"] operated the droid pods, Azalyn made a small gestre with her hand to indicate that she was there for the battle.

 

[Matreya]

Valashu stood at the helm of Kaibigan, his organic ship, arms folded while he contemplated the events unfolding. There had been contact between he and Fos Misao, father to the one making a request of Val's friend and ally. When Fos spoke, Valashu had listened, agreeing quickly to take a step into this rebellion in place of either of the Daemon's.

Now here he was dropping from the accelerated hyperspace that Kai was able to travel, thanks to the damaged Aing-Tii drive within the craft. What would have taken others hours, or longer, to arrive had taken him a fifth such. Dressed in his Archer Suit with a Baka Bodyglove beneath, Silt and Ash crossed against his back, lastly his Bow and Quiver at opposite hips, he was ready for battle. Placing his mask to face lastly, he nodded then rolled his shoulders.

"Kai, bring us down as quick as you can." Valashu said aloud, then responding to the sense of fear touching his peripheral, "Don't sweat the fire and stuff. Dodge it. You'll get us there in one piece girl, I trust you."

 

[Khia Varad]

Aboard the Anvil. A Poggle class Escort Carrier
NPC Allies: 12 Mandalorian Crusaders.
Background NPC Fluff: If Needed.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4dopv9TrvI​

The Crusade Begins​

“OYA! Varad!” <<Let’s hunt Varad>> Clan called to readiness, they answered. Khia calling loud from their hangerbay, given command now of her twelve crusaders, her battlesister Seka by her side as always. “Vode! Par Ijaat!” <<Brothers, Sisters, for Honor!>> Chance for honor, glory and remembrance of the old ways. That is why Khia was here, not to be in the shadows but to be in the battle, and why she had come to mimban! Readying herself and her Vode for the drop into the fray.

Built like a tank. Wall-woman as she was affectionately known, never to her face, locked and loaded her weapon. She had a hundred of them, being a tester for FFE came with the perks of guns at the expense of weight. The armor was rock solid, not on the level of beskar you'd see other warriors in, but not bad, some of the tech among the better they'd see, but then she wasn't a magic wielding force mage either!

Standing tall, strapping herself in the first dropship she was assigned, others following suite. “Tsikala” <<Ready>> she signaled to the fleet, as did several others. The crusader's landing forces were ready for the drop to assist the rebels planetside, just awaiting the call.

Gear: Mark III Katarn-Class Commando Armor (Shields Up) | MRS-1 Assault Rifle [10mm SPA-I] (Hands) | 2x Frag 2x Ion Grenades (Belt) | Jackknife Pistol (Hip) | Forceimbued Blade [Fire] (Hip) | 53-R High Yield Explosive, AP Ammo, DS-8K (Pack)

[member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Azalyn Falconer"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Valashu Elahad"]​

 

[Dallen Thayne]

Location: Gyndine, 102nd Task Force
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] (only if they want to show up for their poor commander) [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Nom Gunnar"] [member="Agent Darkstar"] [member="Erran Lanith"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] any Criminal or Mando foes


Fleet:

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102nd Task Force
(Glory of the Republic) Republic Class Destroyer x 1 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 3]
(Firebird) Centurion Battlecruiser x 1 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 3] [R46 Valiant Squadrons x 3] [Scuurg H-6 Bomber Squadrons x 3]
(Payload) Deliverance Heavy Carrier x 1 [R46 Valiant Squadrons x 3] [Scuurg H-6 Bomber Squadrons x 3]
(Testament, Song of Serenno, Herald of Onderon, Justice) Hammerhead Cruisers x 4 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 1 per frigate]
(Swift Runner, Lost Love, Naboo Jewel) Katana Corvette x 3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skRuEtt1Xns

The alarm ringing over the bridge made Dallen narrow his eyes as the reports of hostile forces appearing over Mimban reflected off his glasses as he glanced at the console beside his command seat. The Mandalorian Empire had fielded a massive fleet, using secondhand Techno Union warships likely purchased when the former galactic power dissolved. It was an impressive showing though, given that the Republic had deployed to interact with various peoples across several systems. Still, it wasn't too much larger than the average Task Force, and Mimban had a ready defense already. Nonetheless, the Republic Commander stood from his chair all the same as he looked out of the viewport on the bridge of the Testament at the glistening world of Gyndine below. The 102nd Republic Task Force had arrived here several days ago to act as a vanguard against intrusion along the hyperlane here since it was a well traveled trade route.

They had expected the One Sith to make a move maybe, even if they were busy responding to the Alliance's campaign. After all, if the Republic succeeded in their diplomatic efforts it put their border right along the Sith Empire's territory. However, it appeared as if the Sith weren't their enemies this time. No, today it seemed that the Mandalorian Empire, upstarts who denied the authority of the United Clans, were utilizing their resources to strike at the Republic for some reason the Naval Commander of the 102nd couldn't fathom. Not that he needed to to do his job, that much Dallen knew as he looked over the report in his hand and called out to the selected members of his bridge crew. "Lieutenant Vanquo! Bring long range scanners online and boost our sensor capabilities. Hostile forces are moving to engage our comrades on Mimban, I want to be able to detect any additional enemy fleets on the move near this system. Helm bring the ship around, get the engines at combat speed Marlow so that we're ready for deployment as the situation arises."

Turning to look at the other warships of the 102nd, Dallen pushed up his glasses as he took in the site of the Centurion Battlecruiser and Republic Class Star Destroyer sitting side by side. Each ship a massive powerhouse and more than capable of deterring most enemy attacks alone. Adding in the firepower of each Hammerhead Cruiser and the supporting Arendal Carrier the 102nd with its full might was an impressive array to view. "Lieutenant Sella bring the main guns to battle readiness and have all gunners and crew assume their posts. Ree send orders to the other ships to move into formation just out of Gyndine's orbit. I want us able to move as needed. Open a channel to the entire Task Force once your done."

Waiting for his bridge crew to carry out his orders, Dallen gazed at the twinkling lights in the distant void and marveled at both their beauty and the hidden dangers that were concealed by the vastness of the galaxy he could not see from where he existed. The 102nd's chief officer wondered how many others paused to reflect on this, and how often they were the very people he was destined to face. "Soldiers of the 102nd this is Commander Thayne. Reports have come in that hostile fleets have appeared over Mimban. It is uncertain what their intentions are beyond declaring themselves our enemies, however, we can not assume Mimban is their only target. Many of you are deployed on Gyndine's surface right now. Unless we our ourselves called out to reinforce Mimban we will maintain our position here. All forces are to secure their surroundings and evacuate civilians from major targets the enemy may likely make their landing zones. Lockdown chokepoints, but keep at the ready to return to your dropships and the fleet in orbit if we must depart in haste to back up another battlegroup in the nearby systems. Rocket Jumpers are to remain on standby and deploy to strike at the enemy after they make landfall to hit them from behind under Commander Avarro's lead. The fleet will engage enemy warships that appear in system. Stand strong for the Republic, and may the Force be with you."

Cutting the communication with the soldiers of the 102nd, Dallen motioned for Lieutenant Ree on comms to open another frequency. "All pilots are to launch their craft and form a fighter screen ahead and around the flotilla. Captain Colene, activate the Firebird's Gravity Well Generator once your fighters are deployed. If the enemy has additional forces we can prevent them from passing Gyndine from any direction hopefully and engage them before they make a push to reinforce Mimban." Outside of that, there was little to do but wait and see if their net caught anything, and if the enemy had the ability to actually threaten them at all.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Yractos, Gyndine; FOB Danube
Allies: the Republic, 102nd TF; [member="Dallen Thayne"], [member="Caelag Vass"], [member="Nom Gunnar"], [member="Agent Darkstar"], [member="Erran [/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=14px][FONT='courier new']Lanith"]
Enemies: the Mandalorian Empire / Black Tie Syndicate, [member="Solan Charr"]
Objective: Evacuate All Civilians, Prepare for Hostile Forces

Days ago when the 102nd had arrived on Gyndine, they were on clean-up duty. From there they began to shift their focus on reconstruction efforts. Unfortunately, all those efforts were now on hold as raid alarms blared from every working public address system. "Move, move, move!" Symara shouted as she worked with other Republic soldiers to get the civilians back down to their bunkers. Sgt. Pakma a Mon Calamari rushed toward her, "lieutenant, here's a logistics report." He handed her the tablet as they headed for a rocket pad, her eyes focused mainly on Erran Lanith, a jumper from what she had seen. "Can you give me a run down, Sergeant?"

"Long story short, we're fine if we can kick these upstarts back to their end of space quickly if they stick around any longer than this." He pointed toward the number on the pad. "We're gonna have to hope at the Republic will have more supplies en route." It wasn't easy to try and fend off a well-supplied enemy just after you've been busy taking over, but that's how these Mandalorians rolled. It seemed to be a random offensive strike, but then - everyone loved to underestimate the Republic and instead of trying to discuss their issues. They chose instead to kick down the doors and open fire, which if that was the way they wanted to work at it, then the only way the Republic could respond was by force.

"Right," Symara remarked these weren't issues you faced in CorSec, but then - these were issues that she supposed she'd have to get used to. "We'll kick these upstarts back, don't worry Sarge. Just make sure the civilians are well supplied, the 102nd can take cuts if we need to."

"Commander Avarro." Symara reported, "Tarriq reporting as ordered, sir."

She left out her rank on purpose because feth it all she was still in the middle of all the paperwork to transfer into the Republic when this entire mess started. Initially, she planned on staying as Senator Pallopides' guard but then push came to shove and here she was. Looking over toward a fly zone she looked at the dropped ships. "Acknowledged Commander." She said after hearing the Commander relay the orders of the 102nd's leader Commander Thayne. "Suiting up now and will be ready for launch when you give the word."

Jogging toward the make-shift shelter and armory that the quartermasters managed to pull together. Symara pulled on a set of standard Republic heavy armor and secured her weapons, grabbing a helmet she headed for the dropship to get ready. Looking around the sniper wondered where in the abyss her little Corporal had gone. Eh, knowing the Corporal she'll just appear out of nowhere and more than likely scare the poodoo right out of Symara, much to the Corellian's chagrin.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k6SS6uWI-k​

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War.

War raged across the galaxy, countless skirmishes, battles, and other forms of conflict fueling the miasma of darkness that shrouded all that existed. That was the true nature of the Force, a truth so glaringly obvious to anyone that took the time and effort to actually remove the blinders that obstructed their vision. The duality of the Force was the biggest piece of evidence to support the claim that the Force was conflict, for why else would there be two opposing sides so differing in ideology and method? Such ideological rifts have led to numerous wars that have scarred the galaxy for centuries, allowing the strong to realize their potential and exert their will upon the galaxy while the weak were cast to the wayside to die.

There was no other greater proponent of this ideology than Darth Carnifex, self-proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith, and the leader of the insidious, yet unknown, Black Empire. He had no real wager in the fight that now began to blossom in the Expansion Region between the Republic and the Mandalorian Empire, but his ties to the Verds gave him a reason to show up if not for any other reason than to spread blood for the sake of it. While the fleets of the Republic and Mandalorians lined themselves up in their respective formations a grouping of five unremarkable corvettes stripped of weaponry with forward shields and aft engines at their maximum materialized from the void near the Citadel-class Defense Station, Mimban Prime.

Each ship was manned by a skeleton crew of zealots whose minds were addled by powerful narcotics and the Dark Side of the Force, their wills geared to pilot the throng of ships straight through the no man's land surrounding the defense station with the intent to ram their ships into the station's hull with one suicidal strike. It was a maneuver deigned to attract the attention of all onboard the defense station while a single Espada-class Stealth Transport wriggled its way around the devastation being wrought on and by the corvette's full tilt charge, and latch onto the station's outer hull with magnetic clamps. Moments later a one point forty five meter long beam of sunfire would burst through the gray durasteel wall of an interior corridor, slowly carving out a hole large enough for two men to moved through shoulder-to-shoulder. Out from the smokey gloom emerged Darth Carnifex himself, his body covered in protective armor and his head obscured by a faceless helmet adorned with mirroring horns jutting out from the forehead.

By now the station's defenses had been alerted to an intrusion, and it wasn't long after Carnifex disembarked from the transport that a squad of soldiers rolled up from around a corner, blasters levied to deliver a tightly packed screen of repeating fire at the gargantuan menace. Carnifex raised his hand to lift the thick piece of durasteel he had carved out of the wall and held it aloft before him to absorb the brunt of the enemy's opening salvo before flinging it with such tremendous force in a horizontal arc that despite the lack of any real cutting power on the metal's curving edges it still managed to bisect an entire group of soldiers who had bunched up one behind the other as they emerged from the perpendicular corridor. Blunt force trauma and the momentum of the debris unleashed a tide of blood and an explosion of gore as midsections were pulped and soldiers were thrown to the ground.

Carnifex gave them no quarter as he descended on them like a man possessed, his movements unnaturally fast despite his outwardly brutish appearance, and with each rise and fall of his blood-red blade he cut a bloody swath through the enemy ranks until all that remained were the moans of the dying and the rotting dead.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Mimban.
Allies: The Galactic Republic.
Objective: Safeguard the people, support The Republic.

Veiere Arenais inhaled deeply. These moments were crucial; the rest would be chaos.

Opening his eyes, he stood surrounded by a garrison of The Republic Military stationed on Mimban. Soldiers heavily armed and ready to fight against the invading army who's approaching war-birds would blanket the sky and likely reign down all kinds of hell upon the surface. He was out of place, this was by no means the life he had grown accustomed to since his recent decade long exile, yet it wasn't the first time he had entered the battlefield to fight alongside others, this was simply the first political one. "Force willing, give me strength that I might overcome this threat..." he whispered under his breath, speaking out as if to the Force itself whilst he maintained his outer focus, his presence enveloped within the power and flow of the Force, through all living things around him; it shared in the men and women's feelings, offering up their anxieties, their fear so that he might feel it and furthermore, relate to it. He was a Jedi Knight once, yet even the Jedi knew the cost of War. "Strengthen my Allies so that they might negate the loss of innocent life, protect the people of whom want no part of this travesty..." His thoughts went to the locals, the civilians of the planet who would inevitably be engulfed by the raging battle of the two aggressive powers. "And should you will it, when my time is done, reunite me with those I lost on Svivren...", It would be a mercy to see them again, those of the former Jedi branch who were his friends, small in their numbers and ambushed by the Sith when their defenses were at their weakest.

Here, there were none known to him, he stood tall amongst those of the Republic yet knew not a single personal face by name nor personality; zero bias now that [member="Lady Kay"] was presumed safely away from the brunt of the attack. He had come to aid the Republic and what it stood for, Democracy, Integrity and Fair living to the people it sought to govern. Had he remained on Alzoc Three and chosen not to accompany the woman only a couple weeks ago, it would have never occurred to him that the Mandalorians might attack the Galactic Republic, nor would there be the slightest chance that he would be a part in the battle. Had he remained with Theodred Heavenshield, things might have gone completely differently yet here he was and there were no regrets; his path had ever so been guided by the will of the Force and if this was to be his final days then he would spend them fighting for something that meant something, the people and the preservation of life. Arguably one of the few men on the battlefield that would not wish to kill anyone, how much good a pacifist such as himself was during such a time, he could only expect to find out. These few moments of silence and stirring; the anticipated fight to come; moving away from the ranks of the Republic soldiers, he decided to pay a visit to the nearby medical station to see if they required anything of him. His offer was met with questioning looks and though he was discouraged, he offered a simple nod, satisfied that they clearly had everything in hand.

The waiting was painful yet every breath drawn he knew to be a gift of life given through the flow of power that accelerated his movements, that allowed him to fight like he did with the Lightsaber that he was armed with. Still attached to his belt, it was the only weapon he carried and the armor he bore was light enough to not obscure his movement any should he need his agility. Half of the soldiers looked like boys to him and though he'd never boast it, he could likely move twice their pace if his life was dependent on it. Thus he worried for those that he watched moving back and fourth, hurried and near panicked as they tried their best to prepare themselves. Already the air hung over him dense as if the life in their lungs had already been taken.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Locations: Yractos, Gyndine; FOB Danube
Allies: [member="Symara Tarriq"], the GR
Enemies: The Black Ties, The Mando Empire
Post 1

Part of being a Jedi was helping those in need. Gyndine was once such place that Dune had been sent to help. Things had gone smoothly in an effort to help those in need. That was until now.

Reconstruction efforts and general aid efforts had been put on hold. Now the emphasis had been placed upon the evacuation of any and all vulnerable targets. Where that was remained to be seen. It seemed that the Mandalorian Empire had come on their perpetual holy war.

Above them the danger loomed. Dune could feel it as he stood apart from the Republic soldiers. His gaze was directed towards the clouds. Not that he could see it.

He broke his gaze with an effort and turned to face the soldiers. At this point there were only vague feelings of danger. Simply staring at the heavens would change nothing. He had to direct his attention to the present while hoping the fleet would hold.

The Bith could feel the commanding officer's gaze. Perhaps the Jedi could offer some great mystical insight. Except that Dune could offer nothing the soldier didn't know. Their eyes met and unspoken words were exchanged.

It was coming and it was only a matter of time.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

MSD100 Imperious Mk II-class Star Defender Imperious II (Development)
Mimban Orbit

Fleet

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8000 meters total
Imperiuos II - MSD100 Imperious Mk II-class Star Defender 1900 (Being Developed here)
6 squadrons
Wave Serpent - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
KingfIsh - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Tempest - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Blue Tide - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Sky DIver - MFG39 Onager-class Bombardment Frigate 400
Horus - MFG39 Onager-class Bombardment Frigate 400
Grappler - MFG35 Angler-class Interdictor Frigate 400
Barrington - MCE30 Nautilus-class Escort Frigate 250
Marko - MCE30 Nautilus-class Escort Frigate 250
Stellar - MCC29 Swordfish-class Missile Corvette 200
Jordan - MCC29 Swordfish-class Missile Corvette 200

Picket 117 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60
Picket 128 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60

Picket 129 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60
Picket 145 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60

Reshmar sat looking over a mission reports from the fighting on the surface. His job here was simple he was there to keep any craft from leaving the world and getting out of the system. His battlegroup had so far seen no action at all. He had been monitoring Admiral Gir and his mission off and on but mostly ha had been reviewing new technical data from his engineering team and reading the few reports coming up from the surface. The report he was now reading was a report from a rear observation team on the planet below. Nothing interesting, but Tian thought it would help if he read everything so he would not be out of the loop on anything happening on the world. He was caught by surprise when the alarm klaxons came to life, then a moment later the frantic voice of captain Liat came over the communications channel.

"Contacts inbound, brace for impact!" a few seconds later the hull below his feet vibrated as the first volleys of fire struck the shielding of the Hand of Cala. Reshmar stood and opened a channel to the bridge as he ran through his quarters doors and towards the repulsor lift.

"Captain, Report!" Tian said as he reached the lift and its doors opened.

"Sir, unidentified vessels bearing 275 degrees moving into range sir. They have opened fire. I have brought uor shields up and ordered us into an engagement course with the enemy formation." said Captain Liat. His normally calm gruff mon calamari voice now pitched and short. Reshmar watched the doors to the lift close and spoke again.

"Good, Have the Kingfish, Wave Serpent, Tempest, and Blue Tide move into position on our flanks. Have all other ships form up in a line abrest right formation and launch all wings for defensive support. Get a message out for assistance before they jam out coms and see if you can get Admiral Quee on the line. I will be in the CIC in three minutes." Reshmar said as he cursed the lifts slow speed in his mind. The lift came to a stop and the doors slid open. Tian stepped out into the CIC buried deep in the belly of the massive vessel and walked to the command table in the center. He looked at various displays as he neared the table. It was hard to make out the exact composition of the force but at least one was a large capital vessel.

"Sir incoming transmission" said the communications officer. Reshmar nodded and opened the channel. He listened to the man speak of fair treatment and surrender. That was nice of the enemy to offer but today was not a day to lay down and show their belly to the enemy. Today was a day to snarl and bare teeth at the force now polluting the system, give a toothy growl and bite them before they can pull back away from their reach.

Reshmar pressed in a set of commands and opened a channel and gave answer to the friendly plea for surrender. "To the commander of the force trespassing on sovereign Republic space. I am Admiral Tian Reshmar, Please power down your weapons so that we can seek a peaceful solution. I have no desire to fire upon your forces but will if I am left no other choice. Any grievances incurred by the republic or reasoning you have for your actions can be reasoned and submitted to the Republic and we can jointly seek an outcome that suits both our needs. I patiently await your answer." said Reshmar looking out at the ships in the distance growing larger. He paused a second them looked at Captain Liat.

"Captain raise our shielding and let me know when they are in long range weapons range. If we have no answer by that time open up with all of out long range armaments. Focus fire on the lead ship in the formation and cycle our shielding. Set them alternate projectors on a three minute scale." said Reshmar as he ran some numbers on his command stations console. Soon he would have an answer or not, either way, he was preparing for a battle.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Gear in signature.

It had been a long, long time since Keira had fought alongside the clones. The silence that reigned over the comms within the two Espada-class Transports spoke for itself. Never had their been complete silence since she had come into command, but now none of them had anything to say. And these were the commandos, those among the army that had always followed her of their own free will. Twenty-four of the most steadfast soldiers she had ever known, one of them being [member="Commander Lusk"], a man she had grown to consider family through the years. Still, silence. She hated it, yet knew that nothing would change anytime soon. They still hadn't completely forgiven her.

Nothing was said on her part to break it quite yet. That wasn't her place. Instead she looked over the armored figures of those she still considered aliit, two of the Mandalorian Empire having accompanied her as well. [member="Ithiel Verd"] was one, her nephew. The two had formed some kind of bond after a trip to Mandalore in order to respond to the challenge of the vode. She had stood beside him then, and he did the same with her now. The second was [member="Zef Halo"], someone she remembered from her childhood under a different name altogether. Trek. Something had changed between them after that talk on Antecedent. All she knew was that they were far closer now.

These faces of the past and present came together now for one purpose: destruction. The Jedi Temple on Mimban was their intended target, and if she had her way it would no longer be standing at the end of things. This heralded back to the coup of the Republic, and she knew the clones remembered it too. There had been no blood shed that day. The Jedi had surrendered peacefully and without a fight. This was different. There would be blood. And she was more than ready for it. She had come full circle now. Her first entrance into true war had been war against the Republic, and that was what it would be again. It was fitting, somehow, that she would be reunited with the clones under these circumstances.

Wordlessly she activated the comms that spanned the two dropships, her words intended mostly for the clones, her men, "Everything is a lot different than what we were all used to before. We aren't defending the Republic from the Sith, or infiltrating a planet for the good of the galaxy. This isn't even like the coup, where we all thought we were fighting for something better. This is destruction of what you were all once told to defend with your lives. I know it goes against everything you once knew. But this is war. Ol'val, min dul'skal, ahn guld domina. Oya, vode." Back to what they knew.

 

[Caelag Vass]

Location: Yractos, Gyndine; FOB Danube
Allies: the Republic, 102nd TF; Dallen Thaynehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7034-dallen-thayne/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7034-dallen-thayne/, [member="Symara Tarriq"], Nom Gunnarhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11895-nom-gunnar/http://starwarsrp.net/user/11895-nom-gunnar/, Agent Darkstar, Erran Lanith
Enemies: the Mandalorian Empire / Black Tie Syndicate, Solan Charrhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2307-solan-charr/http://starwarsrp.net/user/2307-solan-charr/
Objective: Prepare for Hostile Forces, Finish Lunch and scare the LT.

Things were never simple for Caelag, never calm and quiet. Not even when it was supposed to be, take today for example. She was supposed to be having lunch and waiting for her commander to give an order to come back, likely to send her off for mandated vacation days lest she be overworked. Now, she was running across Yractos to get to the makeshift armoury, half a sandwich in her mouth as she moved. As a habit she kept above the ground level, on whatever she could manage, so as to have clear lines to the most spaces. The habits of her sniper's training, the high ground was her friend and greatest ally.

Though, she had to admit, it was likely she wouldn't have need for it much today. In most circumstances she expected Commander Thayne to have the situation under control in orbit, with perhaps at most scattered drop pods from whatever forces were going to engage them. Regardless, she planned full well on grabbing her full weapon kit and armour, lest she be caught off guard when the real action hit. She didn't want to end up like her mother after all, either of them.

She dropped down from a low roof and moved into the armoury, quickly finding and practically slipping into her recon-varient Republic Combat Armour, and with the help of two of her privates she quickly gathered up her weapons. A T-998C blaster rifle, which would rest on her back, A T-600C blaster pistol on her right hip, a standard combat knife holstered on her chest, a spare survival knife strapped on her left thigh, and of course her pride and joy X-52 Wraith Infiltrator sniper rifle, which would normaly sling over her left shoulder for ease of carrying. However, as she wasn't certain what to expect, she kept the weapon in her hands as she went out looking for her fellow 102 members.

And sure enough, Symara was not far. The Miraluka smiled and walked up, releasing her left hand to pat the woman's shoulder as she arrived at her position. "Hardly a moment of quiet is there? Hopefully they aren't so foolish as to come down here with the both of us. And I promise not to steal your show either." She was, of course, jesting on her capabilities as a sniper, suggesting Tarriq wouldn't be quite able to keep up with the younger woman.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: System minutes away from Mimban
Allies: Pubbies
Enemies: Mostly [member="Solan Charr"]
Objective: Wait about two minutes than go.

Aedan Miles yawned as he sat on the bridge of one of the two Centurion-class battle cruisers the Republic had loaned to him for the purpose of him assisting them. Upon agreed Aedan had requested two specific ships be placed under his command and they were the Avenger-class star defender the Drake and the Salvation-class star defender the Chimera. His fleet the Dragon Reaper fleet was splitting into its two elements one would go support the battlegroup at Cato Nemodia the other would go to support the group over Mimban proper. Aedan finally lifted his hand and made a simple gesture the comms officer relaying his order to both fleet elements as they both jumped to hyperspace following very precise directions that Aedan had given them. Also on each ship to avoid any attempts at boarding he had stationed 2 units of his Red Fang forces recently having requested a large number of them cloned so he could use them as security on the ships. Tapping his fingers against the arm of his chair humming softly as he watched the view port calmly.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: The Obi-Wan Kenobi, somewhere in space
Objective: Hunt down Mandalorian Assault Fleet (Carriers) #3 (8100 meters long)
Allies: GR
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"]

"Can we zoom in on it more?" asked Gir quizically.

Admiral Lod and Gir Quee stood between a pair of holo-projectors. One depicted some hazy an unclear images while the one on their right showed the various hyperlane routes that ran up and down this part of the expansion region. It was old space, colonized millennia ago in the Republic's heyday: back when the Republic was the unrivalled supreme power, duros and corellian scouts blazed countless trails across the area looking for worlds and civilizations to exploit in their trade wars. But as the years went by, the expansion region became civilized, so galactic civilization constantly pushed further and further away onward into the unknown. The profit-motivated trailblazers went with them, leaving their own trails to degrade and pass with time unused. Only a handful of regular routes, often referred to as hyperlanes, were maintained for local travel. These were the shortest and fastest between each worlds. Those routes were the ones typically heavily patrolled by most governments simply because of their heavy use, but it did not mean that the existing and decaying routes went entirely ignored.

Smugglers, slavers, pirate, and others frequently engaged in less than legitimate businesses often used a patchwork of such older and decaying routes for their own use. Some even expanded to make new routes or reopen old routes by hiring scouts or employing probots to chart gravity wells, rogue asteroids, and other stellar hazards. And as with any game of cat and mouse, where the criminals went, the authorities endeavored to follow. It wasn't usual for law enforcement agents to simply place a tracking beacon on a ship to discover one of these "shadow" routes or to simply buy the information out from a rival. But sometimes, good old fashioned police and detective work was the order of the day. One such sector ranger had been following a suspected slave ship running through such a shadow route when it had come across a far more imposing and impressive site.

Lod turned his bulbous eyes to gaze dolefully into Gir's eyes, "It's a legacy that has troubled our people for a long time."

But with that, the duros officer tapped a button on his comlink, causing the fuzzy images of the holo-projector to resolve into a fleet, and then into several larger starship classes. Starships that no smuggler or common miscreant had easy access to nor in such numbers. CIS designs mostly, it seems...and that Lucrehulk...the Trade Federation...Lod means the Neimoidians...Gir knew how awkward the relationship between the Duros and Neimoidians had remained to this day, despite that some xeno-biologists believed that they really were the same race even though their cultures were vastly different. Those theories had made things difficult for many duros. Gir eyed his protege with equal parts of sorrow and alacrity.

"But it is not your personal legacy," mused Gir, "This is a war fleet. And since we know nothing about it, neither its affiliation or route, it is not likely to be friendly."

"Which is why we are in pursuit of them. I have that sector ranger keeping a tail on them. And we are following him. When this fleet reverts from hyperspace, we will be on them shortly."

"You have taken the liberty to inform the rest of the task force with all of the tactical information that you have gathered?"

"I have."

"What is your plan then, once we catch up to this fleet?"

Task Force 710

Spoiler

Obi-Wan Kenobi
-36 Typhoon-class Medular Starfighters
-36 Cyclone-class Bombers

[ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52769-arendal-class-heavy-cruiser/]Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser[/url] Swift Liberty
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
[ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52769-arendal-class-heavy-cruiser/]Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser[/url] Endor
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
[ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52769-arendal-class-heavy-cruiser/]Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser[/url] Allegiance
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
[ur=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52769-arendal-class-heavy-cruiser/]Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser[/url] Ession Strike
-36 Cyclone-class Bombers

Delphin-class Frigate Iris
Delphin-class Frigate Hancock
Delphin-class Frigate Defence
Delphin-class Frigate Congress

DP-20 Frigate Thrasher
DP-20 Frigate Racehorse
DP-20 Frigate Orion
DP-20 Frigate Fireeater

MC-25 Danios-class Corvette New Hope
-12 Cyclone-class Bombers
MC-25 Danios-class Corvette Restoration
-12 Cyclone-class Bombers
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Mimban Sun
-18 Whirlwind Interceptors
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Mimban Star
-18 Whirlwind Interceptors

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

[member="Gir Quee"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Symara Tarriq"]

Ayumi had been en route and rejoined one of the larger ships when it came and she was looking at some of the different sections there. Feeling with the force the others around the system and transmissions came. Her eyes roving over all of it as she moved to join them and sat down brushing her hair back to the sides of her shoulders. "Just remain safe." She was staying with it and feeling them in the force as she removed the bracelet letting the force flow out of her and she was reaching out. Her troopers minds were there, her allies and everything when she inhaled the force energies to spread out. Ayumi focused again inhaling to fill her lungs with air and the force as she held it and then was feeling the minds until she started to coordinate and improve sending it to Gir and Resh as they were leading the fleets. Their soldiers and gunners, the ones one the ground as she brushed against the mind of her bodyguard and only thought a few things.... She was far to cold and stubborn to die. They would have to see what could happen as Ayumi continued to reach out focusing the force energies to her people to improve their coordination within the battle and the force. her force crystal letting her own energies amplify and expand outwards.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Mimban System​

Onboard "The Mythosaur." Bastion Class Star Destroyer​

POV: Solan Charr.​

Fleets Currently in System = Fleet #1.​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIMc2t5EbTY​

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Solan's eyes moved to the intercom as a return message had found its way to his ship. He was more than happy to delay the fighting, it would take a long time for this battle to even near its conclusion and in a few hours the fourth fleet would arrive in system to ensure his resupply and reinforcements. He wasn't worried about holding out without them, but should the republic attept their own reinforcements it was better to have them. He had noticed they were letting him go to them, that was something he did not like. When one both had the home field advantage, but also controlled the terms of battle, that was a dangerous combination on any day that would only be made worse by Solan's unfamiliarity of the ships that lay infront of him. He was unsure if the Republic could say the same about his ships, atleast maybe the Bastion and the other Aurora products, but the Techno Union ships were in no way new.​

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"Open a line to the man who had answered us, and bring the ships to full stop here, well outside of their range and our own. Bring all power to our shields, and ensure that the Hellfire is scanning for enemy ships attempting to move around us. I want to be warned as soon as you can. We can spend some of their time focused on parley rather than rushing into the loss of life." The officer who heard him would nod before openning the line back to [member="Reshmar"], Solan's throat dry as he answered the man who had attempted a peaceful end to this.​

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"Admiral Reshmar, a pleasure to finally meet you. I suppose i should return your courtesy and give you my name. I am Solan Charr, Commander of the First Mandalorian Assault Fleet you see before you. We are here as per the conditions of our alliance and i regret to inform you that peace will not be possible unless you intend to surrender your ships and the defenses around this planet. As i stated before, you will be treated with the utmost care as long as i am standing and your men will as well, even if i have to place you on my homeworld to ensure this promise to you. I ask you spare your men this blood endeavor, as i can promise you that your loses will be more than mine when it comes to flesh and blood. This assault is not a matter of Grievances, but rather one of following my orders, which is why i offer you this chance to spare your men the futures that will be robbed from them."​

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He was unsure if this Admiral would accept his offer, knowing that if the man did it would save the lives of those who would otherwise be lost in this fighting. Unlike the Sith, or even the Mandalorians, this battle cannot be solved by a duel till one submitted to the other, instead they would be forced to fight and if so it would end only in death. Solan knew death well enough, he knew what a dying man felt and thought of in his final moments, what a mother felt when her son was killed or a family never saw their father again. Maybe Reshmar understood too, or perhaps he didn't. The chances of that though were unknown as he had no idea if this man was even connected to the force to the point of sensitivity.​

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His eyes moved to the map nearby, its holographic display showing him the planet and the locations of ships known to Solan's fleet. "Admiral Reshmar..." He started as his hand moved to open up the channel once more. "Perhaps it would be better if we met in person, you bring your ship to the moon away from our fleets and out of range of them, as i will do my own. If you are ok with this deal, we can shuttle to eachother and link up once out of the range of our ships, and talk in person without the worry of one of our men growing a bit too trigger happy and without placing eachother's lives in danger if such a thing were to happen?"​

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Enroute to Gyndine System​

Onboard "The Katana." Pegasus Class Battlecruiser,​

POV: Void.​

Fleets Currently in Group = Fleet #2, #3, #4.​

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[member="Gir Quee"] [member="Dallen Thayne"]​

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Void's hand moved to push on the mask he had not worn in years, its surface scratched and weathered while the robes he wore moved on him like a visage of midnight. The officers on the bridge looked at him with confusion at times as he stood there, their minds likely wondering why this man was dressed in such a way. There were two reasons for this though, it was a sign and a memory, a sign of someone needing to return to the old, and a memory engrained in the actions kept in the past. Solan had asked him to return out of retirement from the business to fight against a group that had called him traitor, that had fed him to the wolves and now were nothing but the festering remains with maggots ripping at that decayed carcass.​

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He hated them.​

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He had given his life, he had been killed supporting them. He had suffered physical trauma, had made deals with the devil to save his wife, and all in the end he had been called traitor again and again, cast down from his place. He was going to see them understand what he felt and he smiled as his hand tightened on the arm of the chair. It was a marvel what eight years with your entire past scarred by the words of those who you served could do to a mind. It was betrayal amplified by the dark energies that had granted him life once more. At first he had tried to fight that, at first he had tried to think that maybe he could return to the Republic. But now Eshan was in the hands of an old family friend, his place would not remain in their military and so instead he would return to his roots as the being that was knowing as a The Slaver's Pirate.​

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He had killed Slavers as Void, liberating their cargo and doing so with the help of Solan and Alexandra. Now they were all separated, left to do things on their own. But once more they became united by the same enemies and same drives. Solan's drive to change and make this galaxy safe for all, Alexandra's seeking of knowledge, and Yusan here to take up the tales of both in the form they all used to give life to.​

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Soon the fleets would drop out, they would secure Gyndine, and thus secure the foothold they needed in order to deal with the Republic forces before them.​

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He would see them bleed.​

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He would see them suffer.​

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If they wanted a traitor, they made one.​

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(Forces that are not in system listed Here, I was having really bad lag out because of how many ships i have, sorry to make you have to go to a link for them.)​

 

[Nick Sept]

Location: The Streets of Mimban
Allies: The Republic, Tigress, Poet, Laughingstock.
Equipment: Cyborg body, some grenades, a blaster pistol, three cigars, his lucky coat, black clone trooper armor minus the helmet, a laser knife, a commlink, a speeder bike, some bacta in a hypospray, a protein bar, a slight buzz, and some dumb luck.
NPC equipment: Poet has a blaster rifle and three flash-bangs. Tigress is driving a cloud car, has a half kilo of detonite, a blaster pistol on her hip, and a wicked smirk. Laughingstock is riding shotgun with a flechette shot gun. There is a heavy anti-materiel blaster rifle in the trunk of the cloud car. All three of them are assumed to be wearing black standard issue clone trooper armor with helmets.
Objective: Try not to get killed, try to figure out why everyone's trying to kill people on Mimban, beat the crap out of responsible parties, get a stronger drink after this crap.



Not every clone was loyal to [member="Keira Ticon"] or [member="Commander Lusk"] and their melodrama. Truth be told, a clone who stayed on Cartao, to save and lead the academy that [member="Miss Blonde"] had commissioned under another name, had acquired his own allies, and followers. Through strange twisting of fate, he'd become a clone senator, an unlucky bastard by any stretch.


Now, he had already sensed something was up. The force, his intuition, one damn battle too many, the reason did not especially matter. But he had called for back-up. Not a lot, really. Just his senate staff--and former combat squad-mates. By the time they had gotten into position, the comm channels chirped with Solan's warning. Didn't [member="Solan Charr"] used to fight for the republic? Now, he was demanding their surrender? And he was expecting people to trust him? That was adorable. The Senator raised his pistol, signalling to the others. Poet stood in a window. Tigress and Laughingstock were parked on the roof of a nearby building.



Nick sighed a little, grunting at his poor fortune. "Buncha bantha-brained bozos," he said, sitting down on a barrel in the middle of the street, next to a few road dividers. Somebody would come for him. And when they did, he'd happily be bait while his allies ambushed them. His photoreceptors glowed softly in the street. "Kark 'em all. I'll beat the damn truth out of these morons if I gotta tie 'em up like a damn rancor and skin 'em. After the attacks on the other senators, now all of this. They want to play terrorist? Let's show 'em what a damn good insurgency looks like," he muttered into his comm.



Poet twitched slightly. Nick had been getting edgier lately. Maybe it was the detoxing form the combat stims. Maybe it was the loss of military control over Cartao. Then again, maybe it had just been too much of the Senate's dawdling. Poet knew Sept wanted to resign, but didn't know whether or not it would make matters worse or better.



In the cloud car, Laughingstock and Tigress waited. The "Terrible Two," as they were often known, were simply waiting to help spring the trap. And wreck some people. Frankly, Tigress hadn't had any action in a while, and Laughingstock was starting to think their retirement from war was indefinite. Still they wanted to fight. Not for eh Republic, but for Nick. He'd saved the four of them. He'd gotten them work on Cartao as instructors for the clone army. He'd gotten them training, and equipment, and a damn chance. Tigress was the youngest. Unlike Garter's little darlings, these clones had gone through the standard aging process, and had been sold as property when the project to make them was scrubbed by the techno union in favor of more droids. He'd found them, and fought for them. He fought for clones, and tried to prevent the creation of more. No more war crimes. No more men and women, brothers and sisters, forced to serve as weapons for petty power-brokers. And now, in spite of all that work, one more bunch of damned maniacs was trying to take it away from the four of them.




Kark. THAT. NOISE!!!




(OOC: Lemme know if I overdid it. Good luck, have fun, and get off my lawn!)

 

[Dani Ticon]

Location: Cato Neimoidia
Objective: Kill Republic crews at old Jedi temple

While all the action was going down on Gydine and Mimban the bounty hunter and mercenary Dani Ticon was able to pull into Cato Neimoidia relatively unnoticed. She didn't have a fancy stealth ship or dozens of troopers at her side, no she was pretty much on a mission that involved herself and four other bounty hunters contracted out by the Black Ties to go give hell.

As her ship pulled down on the surface she put on her battle armor and gripped her long rifle before making sure it was loaded. Hopefully the job would be easy and she would be able to go home in one piece, after all the even though the Republic had been beaten down they were still no joke.

"Alright guys, remember. Stay on me, do as I say, and maybe some of us will make it back alive." The woman said as she headed to the exit ramp of her ship.

The star ship touched down a good mile away from the objective so they'd have to hoof it to get there, which Dani didn't mind. It just certainly beat coming directly down on the objective under fire.

Leaving one of her comrades in the ship she would start to make her way out on foot at a steady march towards the temple.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Allies: Her friends, and all those innocent lives being put to a brutal end.


Terrac had arrived back with The Free Lady, and had spent the next hour in her giving Kay the rundown on what was happening elsewhere in the sector. But neither could figure out why planets in the sector were under attack. It wasn't as though they did anything. Her first thoughts were to the Sith that bordered it. But the chatter overheard suggested otherwise. Who else would do such a thing? Rogue Mandalorians? There was a time when she knew them to be honourable and just, the type of people that would stop the slaughtering of innocents, not partake in it. But that valiant code of honour seemed to be a part of history now. There were a select few that still upheld the old ways, but their voices were but a whisper among the bloodlust cries.

Now that [member="Veiere Arenais"] was away, Terrac took his place. Both him and Kay quickly made their way to the Elders and inform them of the situation. Even though she wasn't Madam President yet, she was well ahead of the other candidates. It was time to get the defensive grid online and alert. With the Sith Territories having grown so close to it's borders, the military have been practising with war games and rehearsals. Hopefully with the help of Kay's contacts through various governments throughout the Galaxy, everything will turn out right in the end.