Paradise Found, Schutta (Rebellion of Mimban hex)

[Boethiah]

Along side the Ewok walked a young woman no more than her mid teens in age, the witch stood side-by-side, and was--oddly enough--holding the Ewok's small, furry hand. "What are they fighting for?" She asked curiously of her fun-sized companion. Yet even though she asked, she looked far too distracted to listen even if he shouted his answer. She was hardly dressed for battle, wearing the simple robes of her people, and walking through the fields of the dead which piled up in fray of battle.

Boethiah was uninterrupted by any amount of Chaos this world saw, and had already forgotten why she came here; as it commonly came to be with the wandering witch. Surely somewhere a detachment of the Primeval's battlefleet was out searching the stars for their young Messiah, undoubtedly waging a small war against unlucky pirates, raiders, or the remnants of Justice Shipping. How were they still alive? She wondered. Without further wonderment, she hopped forward once and slid down a small pile of corpses, standing off the center of battle.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[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 mouth had opened, but in the short seconds that passed before a word could leave him, two more voices joined on what had previously been a civil and private conversations between two admirals, and voices he knew all too well. One of them was without a shadow of a doubt the man who Solan had fought beside, though no longer cared for. Granted, Aedan's involvement with Romeo Sin had been the main reason for that, along with the rather distasteful relationship that had arisen through conflicts like this. A warrior who Solan once followed suit with when it came to strategies and his eyes scanned over the ships that had arrived. A number of them were familiar, for one reason or another and he knew well what they could do and what they held. These were not small time ships that were brought out to deal with an insurgency.​

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That excited him.​

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The second voice was a largely unfamiliar one, though he knew who it belonged to thanks to a few records that he had. What this man was doing here was surprising and it made him smile. The emotions of his crew, of the fighting, it was already getting to him and he had to force them to the small place in his mind where they belonged. They were already effecting his thinking though, wondering how this man's family would enjoy learning of his death at Solan's hands. How he would go down protecting and serving his precious Republic. Those thoughts did not belong to him, his eyes travelling to two mandalorian officers that he was getting them from as they looked at the tactical readout.​

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'Stay focused Solan, the thoughts will only get worse as the battle progresses.'​

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He told himself this in his head over and over before returning his eyes to the tactical readouts and finally pressing down on the comms button to respond to the Pirate King and the officer.​

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"Sadly Pirate King, i will not be able to abide by your suggestion... oh and i thank you for interrupting the conversation that myself and Admiral Reshmar were having, do be a bit more courteous in the future..." His voice immediately dropped from the somewhat accepting tone to one filled with simple annoyance. "As for you, let your betters talk if you are going to threaten my men and then move yourself behind your own ally like a coward. The big boys are talking and i would hate for your cowardice to seep into the thoughts and minds of your allies. Now with that said, i will be continuing the conversation i was having with Admiral Reshmar, unless you would like to further clip your own wings, learn to fly before you jump from your nest." He smiled as his hand pushed on the command chair, his legs carrying him towards the front viewport as he aimed his own eyes towards the gathered fleets. Two to one... almost three to one in terms of numbers.​

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He was excited for this battle, looking over his shoulder to tell the officers without a word to start relaying commands via secure channels once the conversation he was having was switched to the personal earpiece that Solan wore. They would not hear a single word from Solan's bridge except for his own, and he would be listening to whatever retort from finch that saw itself as a hawk.​

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http://starwarsrp.net/topic/89978-officially-official-rebellion-of-mimban/?p=1311087- Fleet #1 Composition.​

 

[Isar]

The Primeval could search all they wanted. Warok had kindnapped the war child to bring her on an adventure, as was his way.

Drop pods fell screaming from the clouds all around them, cratering into the earth and buildings like wrathful spears hurled from some angry sky deity. The Ewok and the teenage girl did not appear to care. Warok giggled as he played hopscotch with the fallen bodies of Republic troopers at the perimeter defense. Those who still lived did not seem to notice the presence of the two wanderers, as if they did not even exist.

"Fighting? Fighting because they are alive. Living things fight. Dead things sleep."

Every time Waork passed a corpse, he leaned down and placed something in its mouth before continuing to waddle onward toward some unknowable destination.

"Sleep until I wake them." He giggled.

[member="Boethiah"]

 

[Titan]

Location: Gyndine
Allies: ME, BTS
Enemies: Republic,
Assets and Resources: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/88890-katbirye-rekr/#entry1304498

"Begin the landing." Katbiyre said as the Concordia-1 exited hyperspace, "And launch all fighters." As an entire squadron of Echoy'la class star fighters launched, soon joined by more exiting hyperspace, Katbiyre and Mythosaur squadron prepped for landing. "Our goal is to take the shipyards and destroy any opposition. Before we land all bombers will make one run before jumping to fleet #2, the Concordia-One however swill remain in low orbit above us. We should have reinforcements arriving eventually. Our spies have obtained the location of the shipyards and we will land only a short distance away. Understood?" After the agreement from his men, they entered the atmosphere and jumped. Free falling through the air and all was nice, but they needed to be ready. "Knight you're leading my ships, if you destroy them you Will be in a world of hurt." Katbiyre told [member="Teles Knight"] as she lead his ships towards fleet #2. Once he hit the ground, Katbiyre and his men spread out, systematically taking out the republic sentries. Preparing to assault the shipyards.

 

[Boethiah]

Boethiah mimicked his actions, hopping along just as swiftly as he had, the faintest of smiles appeared upon her face, shaping her lips in such a way. Indeed she did not care for the fighting, or the drop pods, or any other forces which transpired around them. No; she was quite content with their given situation.
By now she had actually decided to listen intently as the Ewok spoke. "Living things fight... Dead things sleep..." She muttered if only to help her remember the lesson.

Wake them?

"How do you wake them?" The young witch asked with a ring of curiosity, but her eyes were on the ground as she hopscotched through the bodies in a circle around Warok as he did whatever it was that he was doing. Paying little attention to the fact he was leaning over a corpse just then.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Yractos, Gyndine.
Allies: ~~
Enemies: ~~~
Objective: Enjoy the show.

Their aggreement with the Republic had been a thing contrived by Nikias, as one of convenience and neutrality. The way Alkor saw things, watching from a secure location as things went to hell around him was more than a little neutral- it was about as neutral as he could be. Planetary sheilding stabilized overhead as the alarm raised throughout the city. Mass hysteria broke out among the common folk, and Republic forces blitzed about in the throes of evacuation. It was a futile effort at best. Any attempt to extract from the system would be met with hostility by Mandalorian interdiction and if not put under the axe, those civilians would more than likely be sold into slavery.

This was the worst possible outcome for the Galactic Republic and their constituents. It had never been a kindness to become targeted by Crime Syndicates, and when known Crusaders were involved things just became even more bleak. He watched as several Jedi shored up the defensive effort in the streets, and Alkor swirled the ale in his glass. When he knocked the last of it back, he could only sigh as he was forced to refill his own drink.

The worst thing about war was how it inconvenienced people who weren't used to it.

Not men like Alkor. A good drink before a fight was generally looked down upon by naval officers and Jedi Masters, but to a Jen'jidai that notion was folly. Booze and blood were the only humours that ran through his veins.

He let the glass fall to the floor and shatter as he pushed through the door and entered the streets. He flipped his hood up as he strode out the door, and he plucked the saberstaff from his hip. At the very least, an agreement with the Republic made getting into the action that much easier. "Master Jedi!" a man called out, and Alkor observed quietly as he rushed over through the massive crowd. "Oh thank the Force, we had only seen a few Jedi, and none of them were overseeing the effort to withdraw."

"No," Alkor mused, "they are as surprised as the rest of you, I'm sure." He glanced skyward, through the nebulous energy field that separated them from annihilation. "It must be so difficult to stand as a bastion of light when the darkness has consumed the sky."

"A...ah..." the man drew back a bit from Alkor, who seemed a bit too at ease with the situation. "I don't quite get what you mean, but it's good that someone isn't too unnerved by all this."

"Go to the bunkers like they've ordered," Alkor motioned. "I can't promise you any certain outcome, but you'll be safer there than in the streets."

That's just as unkind as telling him to stand there and take a saber, though. What's coming won't be stopped by walls.

The man thanked him and hurried back to his family. Alkor brought his gaze level and glanced through the troops, sorting out the situation he was in. "I see," Alkor mused quietly. I see...

 

[Salmakk]

Location: Command Post, Mimban Prime, in geosynchronous orbit over Mimban's capital city
Objective: Get a raise
Allies: GR
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]

Captain Brechet hovered over the crew station and slapped his gunnery chief on the back with more gusto than Salmakk would have even thought possible for a man with a large frame. Salmakk's skin turned chill as he watched the remnants of the destroyed meteor pods burn up in the atmosphere. What monsters are these, that so casually sacrifice their own men and equipment for nothing? Salmakk was not one of a military mind, but it didn't make much sense to him to launch an orbital assault from a position where the enemy had already established unrivaled fire superiority. It hadn't taken much effort for the installations myriad of turbolasers, mass drivers, flak cannons, warhead launchers, and defensive starfighters to rip apart much of the landing force unopposed. There was a reason, after all, that the stations had been specifically placed over the capital city. The mon calamari slowly pressed his lips together in regret.

But wave tactics have been used in the past...perhaps they did not conduct reconnaissance before they decided to launch this attack? But explanation didn't satisfy his intellect; the disregard continued to gnaw at him. Do they really not have respect for even the life of their own? That was a sickening thought with more political and strategic implications than he wanted to indulge in at the moment.

Salmakk thought that it was likely that Brechet would probably order the station's own RAETs loaded up with marines in hot pursuit of the invading forces that would likely be coalescing together to attack Mimban's fledging capital city. But the command crew's elation quickly turned into cold silence as the station's security and sensor officers began to quickly exchange words. Brechet soon hovered over their stations like one of those dreaded helicopter parents.

"We have a continued shield interference here, and some possible signs of a hull breach. One of the sublight engine maintenance droids spotted something that looked like sparks in the area..."

"We just lost a security team in the area."

"An entire team?" blubbered Brechet, "Is it just a comlink outage?"

"Possible but unlikely," said an engineering officer, "they were responding to the reports a possible hull breach. They managed to get close to the source of sparks...and then well...nothing."

"None of the EPRs from the Shield stations are showing that we have any damage."

Brechet frowned, "How big is this shield interference zone?"

"Roughly 30 meters in diameter."

"Certainly large enough to be a starship..." Brechet turned his cobalt eyes to his communication's officer, "Order Mimban Two to shoot at the area of our shield interference."

"Sir?"

"Flak cannons and quad laser cannons aren't going to make a dent in our armor or shields, but if there's something else there, I doubt it will be as thick-skinned as we are. Lock down the entire five levels in the case of a hull breech. We don't need anyone getting sucked out into the vacuum...Start searching the security holo-cams for signs of any intruders..."

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Lowest level of the station...near [member="Darth Carnifex"]'s current location

Private Jwet's head spun around on his heel as heard the blast door behind his squad slide shut. His trigger finger shot up from his blaster rifle to briefly rest on its attached underbarrel grenade launcher. The door's manual locking mechanism cinching shut reverberated through the darkened hallway. His brown eyes darted to another armored figure whose shoulder's rhythmically rose and fell. Jwet managed to hold his tongue for a whole six seconds.

"It's not funny."

"It is funny," said the other marine, "every time this happens with you..."

The quartet of soldiers continued their stroll down the hallway. Most of the doors in the corridor led to the station's sublight engines, but these were rarely used by any organic crewmembers except to perform monthly checks or troubleshoot problems that the repair droids couldn't fix without supervision. And now apparently one of them had either gone rogue with its plasma cutting saw or some debris from the surrounding battle had managed to pierce through the station's hull. Jwet doubted that they'd find anything here, except for perhaps another one of Tosh's empty vaccuum suit pranks. His MFTAS suddenly lit up with a new humanoid-looking signal ahead of them. Jwet's jaw began to slacken a little bit, wondering if perhaps Tosh had begun to slacken in actually trying to hide his creations...The marine next to him suddenly brought his rifle up to his shoulder, as did the rest of his fire team. His MFTAS resolved itself to reveal the bodies of the fallen marines.

"Who did this?" blurted out Jwet.

"Set weapons to kill..." ordered Tosh, flipping a switch on his weapon.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location of Element 2 MImban orbit
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] and friends
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"]

Aedan Miles sat watching calmly until someone not seeming to notice his fleets position ordered a barrage of ion cannon shots down towards the planet a portion of them connecting with Vortiegan and damaging its shields. Growling Aedan quickly activated the holocomm contacting the captain of the Vortiegan. "Captain have your ship fall back by the Libita for now make sure no surprise attacks come for it. And remember when the signal comes for the final surprise be prepared." Aedan cut that transmission before lifting his personal comlink to his face and contacting [member="Alkor Centaris"] making a gesture as the Facade-class pocket carrier Werda that had joined his force in transit side slipped towards the planet. "Alkor its Miles the package is on its way to the secondary location starport is out of the question to much chaos. It will pick you up there when you are done shopping." Aedan watched as his ships set themselves up in a loose umbrella formation face towards Solan between him in the planet the Centurion at their center as the bombers flew low and fast around towards Reshmar's fleet in an attempt to circle towards the side where Solan would least expect an attack. At the same time the mass of gunships flew in the opposite direction an attempt to catch Solan in a blitz attack.

Location of Element 1 plus Salvation-class in route to Gyndine.

 

[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"] [member="Dune Rhur"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Fleet:

Spoiler

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

As the Republic Task Force settled above the planetary orbit, Dallen looked out at the empty space where anything entering the system would be pulled from hyperspace as courtesy of the Centurion Battlecruiser's gravity well generator. The Republic Commander knew not when any ships would be caught within the 102nd's net, if any at all. However, his eyes were glued to the vast black outside the viewport all the same as he watched impassively awaiting whatever the universe willed. Perhaps the force was at play as the Jedi often said, but the officer wasn't entirely certain if even the Jedi themselves were fully aware of the extent to which the force actually played a part in the goings on of the galaxy. For Dallen facts and what he could see with his own eyes he would determine to be fate, whether or not that was connected to the flow of the force he neither knew or cared. He would merely live, come what may.

That, and give orders to those whose lives he was in command of. Something he was reminded of as the intelligence operative entered the bridge and called out to him. Keeping his gaze forward on the viewport, also letting him watch his bridge crew diligently at work, Dallen answered Darkstar (quite the name) without looking back at the odd man. "We have a katarn boarding craft aboard the Payload. Transfer over there on a shuttle. Get a squad to go with you. if enemy ships appear in system you can attempt to infiltrate a vessel. They'll likely target the shipyards though so your support may be necessary there instead." In all honesty boarding ships amidst a battle was dangerous work, about as crazy as Rocket Jumpers dropping from sixteen miles in orbit or more. "Lieutenant Ree, open a line to Commander Avarro."

Dallen didn't want to bother the woman, but if things got dicey he needed to keep in constant contact with the officer on the ground. When the communication came on line, the naval officer greeted his counterpart before passing along his concerns. "Commander Avarro, things seem quiet for now. If things persist we may deploy you and a majority of the rocket jumpers with support to Mimban where the fighting has already started." At least, that was how Dallen hoped things would go before Lieutenant Vanquo interrupted the communication. "Sensors are picking up ships dropping out of 'Hyperspace' Commander. Analogs appear to be fighters and a single frigate class vessel. We're picking up faint signals in their wake, could be more further down in echo."

Well, at least their first catch was small fry. "Lieutenant Sella lock turbolasers and open fire. Commander Avarro, send some squads to the station. Have the Rocket Jumpers on standby for quick deployment." Now turning to look at Agent Darkstar, Dallen offered a weak smile as he pushed up his glasses and chuckled. "I apologize, it seems our conversation is to be cut short. Do take a transport to intercept where they land, or deploy with a squad of Rocket Jumpers, we'll feed you tracking figures for their coordinates." If they even made it that fair. The gravity well generator pulled the hostile arrivals out where the Republic Commander wanted them, heading for the station after that made them doubly easy targets considering the main Republic Naval presence in-system was settled to protect the yards.

"Burn them all as one." The flashes of light glinted off of the Commander's glasses as the turbolasers aboard the Testament, along with the guns of the other cruisers and the Republic Class, opened fire. The Frigate-Analog would be the target of the entire flotilla, its slow speed notable by the sensors tracking its progress along with the motions of its fighter support that Dallen wondered might scatter after the initial salvo. A nod to the communication officer would quickly lead to the open channel being pulled up so that he might address the far too optimistic first assaultees. "This is Commander Thayne of the 102nd Republic Task Force. This is your only warning. Power down your ship or we will continue fire. You have neither the speed to evade or the means to escape, you may have noticed the gravity well pulling you out of your desired position already. You are outnumbered and will quickly be destroyed unless you comply. Those of you attempting to pass the flotilla will be shot unless you drop your weapons and turn yourselves over to the responding soldiers."

It seemed the enemy wasn't coordinated or organized. Another salvo from the fleet would demolish the lone frigate easily. Those on the dropship were looking at an entire Task Force's compliment of soldiers. . . .it was a very poor plan for them. Yet, the detected echo was a worry, if more enemy ships were coming it would be bothersome to respond to them all. "Lieutenant Ree send word to the Commanders of the other Task Forces in the Sector that the enemy has made approach on Gyndine and we request possible reinforcement. I'd rather be prepared than not, this surely can't be the enemy's actual assault force."

 

[Songbird]

Location: Mimban, City Streets
Allies: Galactic Republic, [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Enemies: Bullies

Songbird sat outside her Interceptor, her astromech, R6-Z7, beside her. The Talravinian was currently tinkering with her blaster pistols, seeing if there way any way she could improve them. The two weapons had a stun and kill modes, though the vigilante much preferred the stun mode. She didn't like killing people, even in her days as a cop. She much preferred to incapacitate, and leave her enemies to local authorities. And she took that option, whenever possible.
Somewhat strange thoughts to have as she stared at the guts of her blaster, but she supposed there were, in fact, stranger ones to have. R6 booped out a concern to her, something about increased radio chatter.

"R6! Can't you see I'm bloody busy?!"
The astromech, miffed at being snapped at, stayed silent as its master finished her task, and reassembled her blaster. Turning the weapon in her hands, then firing two consecutive shots into the stump of a nearby tree. She could do the intense math later, but just eyeballing it, she'd improved the rate of fire by a 0.5% margin. Good! Now, if she could just-

The explosions in the sky and in the city caught her completely off guard.
"What in the bloody hell was that?!"
R6 screeched about the chatter, relaying that an unknown force was attacking Mimban and the surrounding planets. Songbird frowned, her hands curling into a fist.
"Is that so?" She muttered, her eyes narrowing as she watched the drop pods drop into the city. Did she have any ties to Mimban? No. Did she have any ties to the Galactic Republic? No. But she didn't like bullies, and these seemed to count.
"R6, get the Jackdaw into the air, see what you can do about these drop pods. Anything you can do to help the boys on the ground. I'm heading into the city."

The city was a Force-damned mess. Pods dropping everywhere, and large droids popping out and slaughtering the Republic troops and civilians. Occasionally, R6 and the Jackdaw would rocket through and take out a drop pod or two, but it was a pinprick to the main force.
Songbird readied her blaster pistols, priming them with a dull whine as she crept to the battlefield alongside a wall, her orange goggles tight to her face.
"Well, here goes nothing."
She sprung out, one of the droids spotting her and turning to engage. But, Songbird was just a wee bit faster, and pumped the droid full of deadly plasma. Killing clankers didn't go against her morals.
The droid went down after a few shots, though it lasted longer than she actually expected. These were some damn tough droids.
As the Jackdaw screeched above her, Songbird leapt into the fray, making her way to the Republic troops up ahead. No easy task, avoiding mortars and droid fire, but her lithe body and law enforcement training saw her through. She fought her way to the Republic troops, joining the anarchy beside them.
One of the troops stared at her, as if considering shooting her as well.
"Who the hell are you?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing.
Songbird finished shooting up a droid, and turned to him with a grin.
"Consider me a concerned citizen, love."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[media] https://youtu.be/BEOximWoFd0 [/media]​

Location: Mimban Capital
Objective: Push back Republic Defenses
Allies: [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Khia Wral"]
Enemies: [member="Etlan"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] @Elanie Thul
Good questions were being asked, why would an invading force dump their resources through flak, and energy storms, and hit a capital rather than just focus their attack on the base itself? Surly capturing it was on the list of priorities. Or maybe they weren't the ones the Republic needed to worry about, maybe they had played on their weakness to go and save the innocents of the city because it seemed that the majority of field commanders had taken to the city to attack the droid forces rather than keep to the fortifications. Then again these were just theories after all.

But the absolute beauty of the War Dogs was that they were ion resistant due Agrinium faraday cages wrapped around their bodies, so when a few strikes came in they could take cover and let residual ion energy wash over their cages to keep them functioning. If they were going to destroy these droids they were going to have to do it the old fashion way. Which was of course more fun.

As Republic Soldiers started engaging the droids that numbered around two thousand or so, they started to organize among themselves and get their tactics going. And leading said tactics was of course Miss Blonde taking up the front lines of the battle.

"Take a few of the hostages and bring up to someplace high up where the Republic can see it, then we're going to see how well they can fly." Blonde said to one of her droids that nodded and went off to make her orders so.

Taking her pulse rifle and checking the shotgun on her back the woman cocked back the bolt and chambered a fresh round before firing back at the enemy. As rounds were exchanged and droids were destroyed over the course of a few minutes Miss Blonde received a notification that they were ready to go and the display was in position.

"Attention Republic forces in the capital of Mimban, this is the commander of Syndicate forces. Now you have me at a bit of a disadvantage, while my droids can certainly handle vehicles and possibly even overrun your position, however there's a fundamental difference between you and I. Please observe the tower on the skyline on the right, you know what you'll see it." Blonde looked up to a tall tower where her men were stationed.

Giving the all clear signal the top floor window shattered and coming out of it was a civilian free falling through the air, but who was going to notice that? You needed something more explosive to achieve a good view. So as the civilian fell there was a flash of light and the man or woman whoever they were exploded into tiny pieces and had their remains showered down bellow.

"You want to know what that difference is?" Blonde said with a cold voice.

"I'm willing to do what's necessary." There was a slight pause on the comms for a few moments as the woman gathered her composure.

"Now I know asking for your surrender is just silly, so I'm going to ask for something simple. If I see a single piece of air support come over here I'm going to ensure that these hostages don't see tomorrow. I have multiple locations where hostages are being held and I guarantee you'll see each one fall to their deaths. So withdraw all air support and heavy vehicles from the area at large and we'll continue to have our little gun fight. Hell, I'll even let you continue your evacuation and stop killing civvies on the ground. Do that and we'll be square." Blonde would then make sure that the droids up in the building were secured with the hostages. An assault on the building was very likely so she had them position themselves to keep cover from sniper fire.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Enroute to Gyndine System​

Onboard "The Katana." Pegasus Class Battlecruiser,​

POV: Void.​

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

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Forces listed Here,​

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

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

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Yusan grinned as the report came in. He had used that over zealous mandalorian like bait for the enemy to bite at, and chomp away they did.​

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"Drop out on my mark, patch me to all ships in the battle group. You have thirty seconds to do so before you receive an end far from honorable..." His eyes shot to the officer, a soldier from Kesh that had been sent along to keep Yusan in check for Solan. Yusan would not be able to combat this man, he was far from a simple soldier and that Ysalmiri was annoying enough for him and the man's hand had never left that damned blade kept at his hip. Solan didn't trust him, and to be fair, it was probably a smart thing to do considering his current state of mind. Even he would not trust someone that thought like he did in this moment, something that started to seep out as he smiled.​

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In those thirty seconds though, the line was established and Yusan's voice rang out over the ship's comms, clearing his throat.​

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"All ships will drop out of hyperspace on my mark. The scout ship was destroyed and be ready for other ships that might be within the area if I am wrong..." His voice slowly rose from his throat as he began the countdown. "Five... Four... Three... Two... Mark." And with that the ships lurched out of hyperspace, the stars shortening and his smile growing as the ships shot back into realspace. Just as he was correct though, they came out far earlier than was planned. Staring out over the space between them and the world of Gyndine, between the two points a mass of torn ship and debris, destroyed by a orbiting for too far to hit his own ships.​

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Sacrifices to ensure that they would be able to leave hyperspace safely, outside of the Gravity well, and outside of the range of the ships which had destroyed that lone frigate.​

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His voice rose, still connected to all other ships in the battlegroup as his grin only grew behind the mask. His hands clasped together as he reached out to the minds of thsoe around him and gripped at them. His mind slowly linked, pushing into the heads of others and creeping from one mind to the next. Yusan had been a commander, he had always been a commander and never a fighter. He was not proficient in the force like Solan, nor the fighter that Alexandra was, he was born to take the minds of others and connect them through the force itself. And as that reaching from mind to mind worked, his body moved to sit down, his breath slowing, his eyes closed tight and even the sounds of the world left him. He would not be able to effect the minds of his enemies, he was no where near the strength to do that as he would not be for a long time. But for now the minds of his own men were willing ones, ones he could meld to fit his plan and coordination.​

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His hands gripped tight at the air, his breath almost stopping as he grinned wider and wider.​

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"Divert all power from the engines, apply it to the shielding." His voice rang through the minds of the crews, their bodies working in complete unison as the power was drained from the engines and moved to the shields themselves, the ships now at a complete halt as all three fleets stood before Dallen Thayne, out of range and his smile only grew as his voice rung through the minds of those under him. "Now, prepare all long range weaponry, i want the pulseflares ready to fire at that lead ship as soon as they decide to get moving... and if they decide not to. Well, let them sit there, for every moment they sit and wait, more of their people will die on other worlds. We will ensure that every single one of them are dust and gone from the face of the galaxy." His eyes locked on the back of his eyeslids, information being sent to him in such the same way that his words were sent to them. It was a symbiotic link through the force... or as most knew the practice.​

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Battle Meditation.​

 

[Ardasz Verd]

Location: All Aboard the Mando Train
Allies: Mhi. Vode. An.
Enemies: : D
Objective: Slaughter.

He stared at the floor transfixed.

It had been years since Darian went to battle alongside his vode. The galaxy had seen wars, there had been death, but Kad was displeased. There was no faith left in the galaxy for old gods, no respect for the ways that drove the ancient Mando'ade to rage against the devilry of a progressive galaxy. Belief in systems of democracy and the use of machinery for advanacement of interpersonal relations lacked cultural heart. Everything was lost in that void. These children of Arasuum had no soul.

It was their fate to be destroyed. They had to be, in order that something with true life could be born in their stead. As the transport raced across the surface of Mimban, the High Priest slowly rose from his seat. His flowing robe of chains clinked and clattered around his torso as he stalked toward [member="Zef Halo"] and [member="Keira Ticon"], the weight of inumerable beskar links so familiar he did not seem phased by it now. "Te'Jetiise..." he began, his eyes glazed over with battle lust, his words drawling from still lazy lips. "Ke'mhi jorso'ran bal runi bah Kad."

The stims that coursed through his veins were like fire now, burning hotter than any forge. They helped dull the Force when it was used against him, they made his body move like fluid. It was wild, it was intense, and it was a sacrifice he made for his people. His brothers and sisters, the children of the Destroyer God. "I offer you now blood of my blood, Kad Ha'rangir," he spoke in a low voice as he produced a long knife from his belt. The metal raked shallow across both sides of his face, and blood slinked down both his cheeks.

"Partake of His gifts, brother," he spoke to Zef now, and he touched the stained crimson. It smeared, it burned, and he ran his fingers across the helmet of the Warmaster. "Drink of my pain, and share it with those who do not share our culture. Give it to those unworthy of Kad. Give it to those who would resist in eternal futility."

To Ticon, he streaked his other cheek and placed a hand on her armor. "You are the blades that steal back souls from Arasuum. You return the withered crops to the field, and you water the new harvest in blood."

His gaze moved to the Temple as it grew closer, and he smiled gravely.

"Slay them all."

His helmet slid over his face and the advanced HUD displayed the heat signatures of several humanoids as they gathered in what he could only assume would be a defensive effort. They would smash into the wall, and through it. Mando'ade were not to be waylaid by aruteiise.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

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

Fleet

Spoiler

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

"Con, new contact, Sir the mutiple ships entering on two separate vectors have dropped out of hyperspace" Reshmar head from behind him as he prepared to answer Charr's request to meet. The massive ship dwarfed most of the other ships present. The Imperious II however, was not one of those. It was nearly two thirds the size of the Llbita and one of athe largest ships ever produced by the Mon Calamari. Only the battlecruisers of old were bigger. It was currently the largest ship active made by MCS. Before Reshmar could answer Solan the familiar voice of Taneas Haring interrupted him. Reshmar listed to the man and shook his head. HE was a good officer and tactically knowledgeable but his temper was legendary and was now evident as to why. The damage had been done, there would be now peaceful accord reached by the two forces now staring at each other from across the system. Reports had already come in of landings and fighting on the surface. It was out of his hands now and all that was left was to defend the world from space. Then another voice came over the comm channel. This was the voice of the pirate. He knew the mans voice and cringed at it. It had been drilled into every Mon Calamari from birth to hate pirates. As of late Reshmar had had no choice but to abide their ilk. The Supreme Chancellor was one of the filthy beings and so far had been more misfit than murderer. He listened to the man speak then to SOlans reply to them both. Reshmar could not surrender the world nor could he undo the animosity which now grew between the two forces. HE closed his eyes then opened the channel once again.

"Admiral Charr, I appreciate your candor and offer but it is my duty to enforce the Republics will and defend the world below. I fear it is too late for peaceful compromise and think any attempt we might make toward that would just be delaying the inevitable. Our forces are now as we speak engaged in combat on the world below. I fear we are left with only one option here, That is to take up arms and fight as two officers should. I will offer your men the same curtesy as prisioners as you have offered mine if we surrender. I do not want for needless death here today but I am, by honor and agreement, tasked with becoming that death for you and your fleet. I wish you luck admiral, we shall both need it in the hours to come." Reshmar nodded to the image of Solan Charr then cut the channel. Time for words was past and now the chore of command was upon him.

"Captain Move us into long range weapons range and plot solutions on all enemy combatants. Once their shields are down, have our gunners target their weapons. IF we can break their teeth maybe they will leave to fight another day." said Reshmar as he looked upon the image of their fleet in the distance and the fleeting chance that could have been peace. Now gone, replaced by battle and inevitable death.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Isar]

Lots of things were happening in the capital, but Warok didn't particularly find any of them interesting. He waddled over to [member="Boethiah"] and showed her a gesture, surprisingly intricate for those furry paws.

"See?" He made the gesture again. "Like this."

Muttering under his breath, Warok gathered a dark abyssal power unto him, drinking from the font of the Horned One. Then in a clear, squeaking tone he pronounced, "Tsaiwinnoka Hoyakut!"

All around them the bodies began to shudder and convulse, flopping about like landed fish, then - when the seizures stopped - they rose as one. Some had gaping holes in their bodies, others were missing arms or legs. Most were horribly disfigured and covered in the filth of released bowels. In other words, they smelled bad.

Warok smiled proudly, as though he had just finished sanding a beautiful piece of wood. "See? They wake."

More began to rise, spreading outward from the two wanderers. Dozens of them and still climbing. This, Warok could not hide, and soldiers on both sides began to take note of their revenant comrades.

[member="Boethiah"]

 

[Boethiah]

Boethiah stopped when Warok went to show her his gestured, she titled her head ever-so-slightly in obvious curiosity. She listened carefully, muttering the words quietly under her breath as to never forget them. Then, even much to her own surprise, the bodies began to move. She jolted back somewhat, but only ended up stepping onto the hand of a poor thrall of Warok. She then moved back more towards Warok, getting a grasp of what was happening for once.

"They do things?" She wasn't very articulate in her question on the functions and purpose the undead served for the Ewok necromancer.

She didn't seem to mind the smell, however, for it was a smell she had smelled many times before. Finally, an amused smile came to her face when she realized the sheer number of them which had been risen from the dead. "It's a gift from Halrormalenth!" The young witch shouted, rising her hands in the air as if she were going to lift the very world upon her shoulders.

Unaware of any consequences this might have, she wouldn't notice if anyone on either side saw this happening until they did something about it.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Isar]

"NO!" Screeched the Ewok sharply, wicked flames leaping into tar black eyes. More softly, "It is a gift from me."

Spirits could not hold a candle to him. Stretching out, Warok could sense them swirling out there, the fading shades of the deceased lingering briefly on this plane before traveling into the next.

He scratched at an arm idly and did not seem to notice the clump of fur that came loose.

"Listen," he commanded, then began to chant in a pidgin of Massassi, Ewokese and Dathomiri.

The undead milled about as he chanted, occasionally jumping on terrified soldiers - Syndicate, Mandalorian and Republic alike - and eating them. Those who managed to escape being totally devoured eventually began to turn into one of the revenant, given time. Sometimes it took minutes, sometimes hours. Warok wasn't quite sure why.

If one looked in the Force on the little gathering, they might spy a small whirlwind of energy forming, trapping the souls of the dead and dragging them into the center of the spinning cyclone, which just so happened to be Warok.

Totems hanging from the beskar chain bandolier wrapped around the warlock began to glow and thrum an eerie green.

[member="Boethiah"]

 

[Boethiah]

The young witch merely watched the display, standing off passively near the Ewok. She understood one language--Dathomiri--but the others were foreign to her ear. She watched as the undead consumed their living comrades... Or rather, former comrades.

A frenzy was what she saw, but then the necromancer shifted his game once more. With awe, Boethiah looked upon the cyclone of souls whirling around Warok, then to the green, glowing totems of the ewok's small bandolier which wrapped around him.

All of which she saw going on could not be easily described to anyone, but she surely would tell her mother, [member="Loxa Visl"], once she returned home.

For now, however, Boethiah remained at Warok's side, carefully out of range of any collateral damage which may result in his excessive use of the force. How can I do that? Indeed she wondered.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Mimban, Front-lines of the Assault.
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Songbird"].
Persons of Interest: [member="Miss Blonde"] + Hostages.

The fighting did not cease despite [member="Miss Blonde"]'s words calling to the Republic for attention, her war-droids continued to assault the front-lines while the Republic fought desperately to repel their advances. They were quickly gaining ground against the Republic, Veiere's armor lined with sweat that rolled down his face, ever moving to evade and counter the attacks of the droids; blood had been spilled and already the Reconnaissance Armor that he wore had been cracked on the left side by the power of the mechanical enemy. his cloak that had covered it had been torn away in the initial charge and now it was difficult to distinguish him from any other soldier in the field save for the difference in their choice of weaponry, the lightsaber a blur as he weaved it in and out, aiming for the legs and heads of the droids in order to dismantle them as quickly as possible. They were by no means easily taken down, no single strike would break their limbs yet he persevered, each strike driven into each target with the strength and precision that he had been taught to use, the force his ever constant source for stamina and aid in the battle.

To his right he found that someone else had joined them and one of the Republic troops looked down on her as if she might be the enemy, "Leave her be, get to the front, push them back!!" Veiere shouted atop of the noise of war, motioning to the soldier to return his attention forward of themselves, sensing no deceit nor ill will upon them from this new arrival. [member="Songbird"] wasn't a woman known to him though she looked ready to join the fight and too many good people were being cut down in all the chaos for Veiere to argue any outside help. Turning his attention back ahead of the group, he continued to move forward, making his way through the soldiers to again fight back at the assailing army. With so many numbers baring down on them, the first of the droids was met with his blade, taken in two following an initial strike across its chest, Veiere soon cut through it's mid-section and then summoned all of his strength in his left hand, stepping in and slapping the foe with the flat of his open palm; the presence in the force shifted with tremendous strength, it channeled through his arm, leaving his hand in a furious burst of telekinetic energy that opened up like a wave and saw numerous droids being taken up off of their feet and thrown back against the rest of their like.

The massive use of the Force took much out of him, his breath staggered and he stumbled in his place; soldiers around him rushing ahead to take advantage of the distance they could reclaim yet Veiere even in his experience and training, was far from immortal, this battle was already costing him having spent no real time in the company of other Jedi since his leave of Exile. As he took the moment to recollect himself, his gaze was drawn off to the side, to look to a distant building of a greater height than the battle they were facing, only to witness the rapid descent of a body, suddenly engulfed in an explosion that ripped across the surrounding structures and saw to the battlegrounds strewn with dust and debris. Veiere's eyes widened, breathing heavily as he stood their, his strength slowly building yet he was unable to fathom the need for such brutality. The invading army were holding hostages and yet it was as clear as day, The Galactic Republic would not submit a world of innocent people to save the few that these people sought to hold against them; though it would sever morale, one hundred lives compared to the sake of millions was no strategic value for compromise, no matter how any military mind would see this. Veiere Arenais however, was of no sound military mind. It might not draw the Republic yet his attention had been taken by the vile act of savagery.

"Those people are going to be slaughtered...." He spoke coldly, the matter of fact in this situation and it gave him no pleasure knowing the true nature of the invading force, he could not accept that this was a necessary path to take in trying to wound the Republic. Turning to the soldier on his right, he took him by the shoulder to halt the mans movement; "Do not let this front be taken, call for reinforcements and find your commanding officer, tell him that we will need support where those prisoners are being held! Go!" he soon pushed the soldier away, encouraging the man to do as he was asked before Veiere's gaze befell [member="Songbird"]. He didn't ask that she join him, he wouldn't openly invite someone to attempt what he was planning; the building would likely be heavily fortified and it sounded like one of the commanding personnel of the invading army were stationed nearby; it would be a bloody fight yet she would have heard what he said and the look in his eye spoke loudly enough for his intentions, that lack of confidence also speaking loudly for the doubt in his mind that he would survive the approach.

 

[Nick Sept]

Location: The Backstreets around the bars 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.
Enemies: Maybe [member="Cyrus Falcor"], definitely [member="Khia Wral"], I don't know if I'm in range of [member="Warok the Defiler"] and his wave of headaches yet, but I'm guessing that won't stay contained much longer. [member="Miss Blonde"] if I get around to it.
Objectives: Kark 'em all and let god sort 'em out.


Poet watched as the drop pods landed. "I've got scopes on them, Nick," he whispered into his comm. "They are en route to your choke-point."

Nick nodded. "When I give the signal, lay down some supressing fire. Any identifiers?"


"Mando armor. No recognizable clan markings, though."


"Feth," Nick muttered.


The other two sat in the cloud car, perched on the roof, watching the group advance from the pod. "450 meters and advancing. About a dozen," Tigress said. "I could try to drive into them, but they've got a lot of hardware."


Nick considered this. Solan Charr had been a lot of things, but he was hardly a mando. Plus, these attacks matched the M.O. of the series of assassinations that had been happening a few weeks ago. No, these guys were contractors. Who was pulling the strings? Why?


Nick smirked as he felt it. All of it. Battles were emerging across the entire city. War has burning throughout the sky. Whomever was doing this, they wanted the whole damn sector to go straight to hell in a hand-basket. Chaos didn't scare the clone, though. Neither did death, or the underworld. No. The Twice-blinded clone feared soemthign far worse, something on the horizon. The thing that lurked at the back of his mind. At the back of many peoples mind, but of special significance to himself.



Who was he? Just a man in black. He readied his pistol, standing next to a barrel. The alley was wide enough for a proper rumble, almost twenty feet across and easily several hundred feet long. With all the debris, and the now flickering lights thanks to the ionic bombardment minutes ago (power generation had just gone spotty in transformers to the north), He didn't really look all that different from a garbage bag as he slump his duster clad carcass against the barrel. He wished he could light a cigarette. But they could see that. Still, the alleyway was enough. Poet was in position in an adjacent building, watching the enemy advance. Tigress had a foot on the brake and another on the gas in the cloud car. Laughingstock was checking her shotgun.



For a minute, all the chaos and pain on the battlefield felt right. It felt like home to the clone soldiers turned governors. Maybe, maybe it was time. Not for democracy or diplomacy. No. It was time for war. Judgement. It was time to bring this arc to its conclusion, one way of another....It was time.


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