Paradise Found, Schutta (Rebellion of Mimban hex)

[Ayumi Pallopides]

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

Ayumi could feel the others, letting the force flow freely from her while she was sitting there and reaching out to the soldiers within the Republic on the ground and the fleet above. SHe could work with that, sending the energies to GIr and Dallen to enhance their coordination and unity, operating with their pilots and men ready to go and work at all of it. Careful was the thought that came to her mind while she was focusing on the task at hand and it wasn't something you just did with other things. She reached out feeling her bodyguard Symara and the other 102nd before pushing so that the force coordination and link to improve her beings to better fight as she was breathing steady in and out.

 

[Willa Isard]

Mimban

Willa was listening as she moved to a new location and continued to fire on what thermal image appeared. There was trouble in the force and she could feel it towards the capitol while continuing to track the ones there. Chatter over the coms, talks of air support while she looked up at the storms and all of the mist casting the planet in darkness that was on the world. Hell she found the idea of risking air support in the constant weather of energy storms on Mimban a foolish thing and spoke while reports of undead appearing and attack everything in the city came on a private channel. "This is priority, Republic force secure civilians and fall back to the city. We have one entrance and can barricade it with soldiers and defenses against the horde. We can hold out for evac and reinforcements there."

"If the Black ties want a zombie infested city that will eat them... we can let them have it. Only an idiot fights in a burning house." She was watching and setting up things while speaking to the base they had set up when the firebreathers encountered some of the invasion forces and the dark night lit up with different shade of orange and red. [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] where here and she knew there was something within the channel but not a lot. People were till going after a temple no one was at so it gave her time to set things up. She was listening in to the ones in the Republic base that Cody and Delta had worked with. "Do not risk lives on either ide, the energy storms would tear ships apart and seem to be doing jut that to theirs right now."

"Focus on being smarter then them and letting them wander through the jungle in the dark. Their undead and the firebreathers can handle them while they slog through the muck. Fire on their ships and destroy them." Stranding an enemy force on a world would prove easier as holding fleets halfway across the galaxy then going at a world with enough reason not to fight on it as landing an invasion party. Still needed to figure out how unmodified ships survived through the storms but whatever she could handle that while continuing to watch the large advance on the locals temple where they were going to be met with nothing. Gave the vahla a chance to chuckle to herself while remaining in cover with the rifle take more popshots in the dark while she could see explosions rocking around the jungle on her sensors through the mists.

 

[Erran Lanith]

Location: Gyndine, 102nd Task Force

Allies: [member="Reshmar"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Nom Gunnar"] [member="Agent Darkstar"] [member="Dune Rhur"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Erran was roused from his R&R by alarms ringing throughout the ship calling for a battle-station standby. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked at his terminal in his barracks room and saw a message on the screen calling for him and his rocket-troopers to be on standby just in case. He clicked through a few screens and saw what the bridge crew was seeing, a large fleet in an attack pattern advancing towards them.

"Well that's probably no good," Erran muttered to himself before addressing his men, "A fleet has appeared on a scanners, other than that I don't know anything else boys, so get your armor on and every piece of equipment you need and get to the hangars and wait for further orders from myself or command."

His men gave acknowledgements and as quickly as possible got their equipment on and grabbed their weapons. Erran himself was dressed and prepped faster than most of his men, and he took the extra time to get to the hangar first to look at the data that the bridge crew was seeing and try to figure out what was going to happen. He watched the fleet get dragged out of hyperspace by the 102nd Task Force's gravity wells and he wondered what his commander was saying over the comms. All bridge communication was strictly monitored, and he didn't have the authority to be on their channel, but he was hoping they were saying something along the lines of, "You messed up by coming here, here's some high velocity turbolaser fire for that mistake." One could only hope though.

Hope didn't seem so far off though when he felt the reverberations through the hull of the ship that meant someone was firing the turbo's.

"Burn em boys," Erran said, referring to the Navy boys that were up in the bridge getting some trigger time.

He opened a comm to his chain of command, "102nd Rocket Troopers are green and on standby, waiting for further orders," he said as his men entered the hangar boy looking ready for some fun. "Check each other over and make sure you're all ready for a quick deployment, even vacuum, I don't want any mishaps."

He did the same to himself and nearby troopers as he gave the command, checking his HUD to make sure that everything in his armor was in working condition. He checked over the outside of his comrades armor to make sure nothing obvious was not functioning, and he double checked to make sure everyone was linked into his HUD and he could see vital signs. Now all they had to do was wait for command to give them the go ahead to do something, and they would respond.

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Mimban Capital Streets.
Mission: Bring the Horde to say hello to the clones running off.
NPC Allies: 10/11 Mandalorian Crusaders + Battlesister Seka
NPC Background Allies: Invading Crusaders and Varad Clan, will match your numbers as needed.

PC Enemies: [member="Nick Sept"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Willa Isard"]
NPC Enemies: Zombies

Khia was not known for her calm, only her quiet, and her well known temper had begun her cursing spree under her breath. Her curse-o-meter was at about a 3 out of ten, she had as much time for cowards as politicians, even crusader politicians she often found herself facing off with. As the clones pulled back and let zombies take their place she snorted. Had to understand how a Mandalorian thought, a hardass oldschool Varad like Khia anyway, which the republic didn’t yet.

Dodging the fights, hiding behind words, excessive numbers, storms, whatever the haran else was decided would be put in the way, respect was tested. So what did she do then, mindlessly sacrifice mandalorian lives against undead, no, they ordered the bulk of the force to pull back to the edge of the city, and either drive on toward another target, or wait for their call. Mindless zombies despite what the holomovies might say, were no match for trained soldiers working as a team and covering each other, clones and mandalorians alike probably holding their own in coordinated firing. Sure there were deaths, and that spurred the others on all the harder. Those trained since birth in a warrior culture were going to cut through, or fly above them like butter, not scatter like unbloodied whelps! #shamelessly stealing that cool reference.

Perhaps though fate had indeed found her one or two more worthy ahead, who unknown to her yet, but by their current actions were showing bravery. [member="Nick Sept"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]. She'd not spotted either, yet but it'd be hard to ignore her brash, bold move to have free first shot, or to call her out in challenge, either would work.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur" <<Today is a good day for someone else to die.>> Fixating on the largest gathering of clone forces, a well known mandalorian saying was given.

"gotal'ur tsikala" <<Make Ready>> She signaled to their grenades, and they began drawing the horde to them, ducking and diving through cover as the clones retreated, [member="Willa Isard"].

Taking her twelve crusaders and a smattering of other groups to coordinate a horde push, grinning to Seka with wry smile underneath her helmet. Khia was going to drive that zombie horde right down the republics throats, along with her fist. Grenades were thrown from her group to draw the clawing undead behind her group. Boot to undead face of any ahead, bloodying her blade, she pulled her pistol in her free hand, slinging the rifle across her back. Getting the horde’s attention any way she could with explosives, and gunfire, telling the rest of the vode outside of their groups to go silent. Much grumbling at the tactic for not getting their glory, but use what you’re given. One Vod at the back was not so lucky, dragged down to the ground to be eaten alive. Yet keeping the rest of their manpower in reserve was smarter, as she was sure more trickery would be used before the end of the day.

The Varad vode would have their heads for this, or more likely watch their own undead defense eat them alive.


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

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: near the Temple of Pomojema, Mimban
Objective: Observe
Allies: Native Coway
Enemies: [member="Kiera Ticon"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Ithiel Verd"]
Gear: See signature for usual gear, macrobinoculars, medpac

Travot slumped forward, letting his hands slide across the smooth bark of the giant Irewe tree's branch. He grunted and looked up. Oh, but what a view I have...From his perch near the top of the tree, the husky man could see kilometers of the jungle's vibrant canopy. Only the top of the obsidian temple broke its wild expanse, looking like a volcanic island set among an emerald green sea. He took in a slow, deep breath, letting the humid air flood into his lungs. He felt a dull pain radiated from his left flank where he had managed to smack himself into the trunk of the tree on his climb up the gargantuan tree. He fumbled on his utility belt for the medpack kit. The susevfian native managed to detach the container to pull out some crème which he hastily rubbed onto his reddened skin.

Master Jiroya would probably chastise me for not using for the Force to heal this comfort...but right now, it's just so convenient...but he'll never know. After the feast with the local Coway, most of the jedi had left, content with their cultural exchange, but not Travot. Officially he had remained to better hone his use of the Force in surviving the jungle environment in preparation for his journey into the fringes of known space. Unofficially, he had stayed to pit his increasingly personalized style of Broken Gate against Coway challengers. Many had pushed him to his limits as a fighter, and one of their chiefs had even beaten him with a killer right hook. Such “cultural exchanges” might be frowned on by certain members of the Council, but Travot thought it would better prepare him for his future service.

But there was a time to fight.

And a time to rest and enjoy life's scenery.

And now was that later time.

He closed his eyes, ignoring the brilliant golden rays of the sun that swept across the glistening green canopy. His breathing turned slower and more rhythmic as he entered his meditative state. His conscience began to reach and mingle with the life energies of the forest around him. He had felt that such mediatation was “cooky” when he had first joined the Order, but he had grown to find it revitalizing and refreshing as he became more practiced in it. There was something soothing about feeling the oneness of the world yet with exploring all of the Force's different currents and eddies. Suddenly, he felt his presence brush up against a dark aura coming from the sky. He quickly retreated from his meditative state to rely on his physical senses. While he could not see it, he could hear the whine of repulsorlift before it shut off. Someone has come...

He pulled out his Model 1020/A Macrobinoculars, pressed them to his eyes, and looked at the temple. A group of Coway warriors wielding primitive flowstone and Irewe wood weapons began to assemble on the temple's lower steps. Several shouted a well-known war cry. He lowered his binoculars as he felt a wave of sadness and regret well up in him. What will axes, spears, bows and arrows do against an outsider who probably has at least blasters and slugthrowers? And one of them appears to be strong in the Force as well. As Travot contemplated that last thought, he began to focus on his own presence, minimizing it and reaching out to blend it within the teaming tapestry of life forces within the jungle.

Now who has come here? The sith? Or someone or something else?

 

[Sheila]

Sheila looked up as she felt things arc across the sky. Thee ship can arrived over the fortress world of Cyrillia and she was there with the engineer droid and their soldiers taking over a few of the things they had. "Master Sheila there are ship arriving on the planet." They had brought ship here to refortify the fortress world and it was designed to be very defendable as she flew around. The enclave soldiers and knights with her meeting the men coming out of ships that seemed to be registering malfunctions when she spoke. "Alright alert what Republic ship we have and have them defend from orbit, assemble the soldiers and push them back." THe small jedi master held her saber while looking at some of the one coming out. She let the force flow throughout her body with a small look at some of the bigger things when she held the small saber directing them to it. She was wondering what her team on Cato was doing to recover the jedi fortres but that would have to come later as she was working to well just wait for the grandmaster with some more ships to arrive behind these ships and mop them up.

 

[Sarianna]

There were transmissions and when ship jump from a world that are unknown the assembled team that had been sent to the world to work through and head up towards Diana's fortress. They hadn't been able to do much with it while they were pushing with the force energies as she was letting her sight expand out through the uncharted jungles below. More information was coming to them as the halfling crouched in mists while she was looking up the massive rock arches that held the massive bridges. If people here were proving difficult it was the super rich who could do some thing when her small squad before he spoke. "Ensure we have a connection and monitor the ships that came down. I want to know who and where they landed so we can repel them." She kept moving with the lightweight battle armor under her robes while one of them spoke. "We are receiving report they started killing people, civilians and what few soldiers came with u to secure the fortress." Sarianna thought about it while she was moving with most of her attention on what they could do. "We will work on it when we can where we can. Ensure all records are done and use the world to get past them. We'll work to capture as many as we can."

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJIDvSj50Pc​

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It had long since become second nature to him, the rising and falling of his arm as he swung his blade with lethal precision to lob off heads, hew off arms, and disembowel anyone unfortunate enough to be within arm's length of the Black Iron Tyrant. The emergency klaxons were unbearably loud in the Sith Lord's head, which throbbed angrily after a stray blaster bolt had collided with the protective helmet he wore to advert such lucky pot shots from taking him out, but that didn't mean that the impact didn't rattle his brain around in his skull a tad. The offending marine had already been cut to ribbons, his gore splattered across the blaster-marked walls of the corridor several dozen meters behind him. Ahead of him were hastily erected permacrete barricades, mounted e-webs, and a seemingly endless supply of soldiers that had crawled out from the station's numerous nooks and crannies to combat the enemy that had breached the station's hull.

Many of the soldiers that he had brought along with him on this infiltration had either died or were guarding the rear flank so they couldn't be encircled by the enemy, and the ones that thundered on ahead in the vanguard alongside the Sith Lord wielded towering energy shields and vibro-pikes with which they could skewer the enemy from a protective phalanx. The only thing that stood between that phalanx and the enemy fortifications with Darth Carnifex, his position constantly peppered by a seemingly unending volley of blaster bolts. The enemy officers knew that he was the linchpin of the entire offensive, his darkness radiating out from him in palpable waves to both compel his own warriors into fighting to the bitter end and unnerve those who stood directly before him. He wound up his right arm and sent his still lit lightsaber hurtling across the corridor in a reaping arc that proceeded to cut through weaponry, defensive emplacements, and soldiers alike with shocking ease.

But being bereft of a weapon did not make the Sith Lord any less deadly, perhaps it even made him more so destructive. With a single bound he crossed the distance between himself and the enemy, leaping over a defensive barricade that had been cleaved in half by his blade a moment earlier to deliver a blow so powerful it shattered the breastplate of the enemy soldier, collapsing his lungs and breaking nearly every one of his ribs. He writhed on the ground for but a moment before Carnifex brought the heel of his boot to bear on the man's neck, severing the spinal cord and crushing his trachea. Now he was in with them, his movements unnaturally fast as he swiped his clawed fingers across faces and chests, breaking glass and tearing through metal like it was paper. He reached out to grasp a man by his helmet, lifting him up nearly a foot and a half into the air before he began to close the hand firmly adhered to the man's head, crushing the metal inward until blood began to squirt and ooze outward until the skull caved in with a momentous eruption of gore.

Carnifex flung the headless corpse into a squad of soldiers, bowling them over to land in a heap of confusion and hysteria as the realization of what had been thrown at them set in. But Carnifex would not give these, or any miscreants that served the Republic, any quarter. With a simple telekinetic command he summoned his lightsaber from wherever it had fallen right into his outstretched hand, his fingers coiling around the hilt as the blade the color of burning blood ignited from the emitter. With three steps he loomed over the recovering soldiers, and with three quick flicks of his wrist he separated their heads from their shoulders, their bodies convulsing as death embraced them before they fell still and silent. By now the advancing line of his soldiers had reached the carnage, and were quick to isolate any straggling soldiers and run them through with their vibro weapons.

The other enemy soldiers occupying the same corridor had fallen back to another chokepoint, laying down suppressing fire throughout their entire retreat. Carnifex angled his blade in quick succession to deflect many of the bolts sent his way back to their origins, and in response some of the Republic marines toppled over as their chests were torn open by the very energy they attempted to kill him with. However; one of the soldiers was in motion when Carnifex deflected the bolt back at him, and his abdomen had only been grazed by the blast while simultaneously knocking him to the floor. Carnifex took advantage of this opportunity to vent some of the anger seething inside of his, reaching out with his left hand to grasp the soldier's body in an iron-clad telekinetic grip, and began to drag the soldier out from the safety of the marine's defensive lines right into the jaws of death.

The man, or rather the boy as the soldier's age was revealed to him as the ruined remains of his helmet tumbled off of his head during the struggle to escape the inescapable, valiantly attempted to escape his destiny, but it was all for naught. With a flick of the wrist Carnifex first severed the boy's left leg right above the knee, and then with another he did the same to the right leg, and then to the right arm, and then the left arm until all that remained of the soldier was a limbless mass of flesh writhing in agony, a pitiful wail tearing his vocal cords ragged as tears blurred his vision. But eventually those screams grew tiresome upon the already agitated Sith Lord, and so he silenced him by crushing his skull into paste with one merciless stomp, grinding the sole of his boot into the floor to smear what remained of the boy into the durasteel.

He was about to continue inflicting more atrocities against the marines when his head perked up, cocking to the side as if straining to hear a distant whisper. A smile graced his lips behind his horned helm, and he replied with words that oozed with sadistic mirth: "You better come and find me, daughter, lest you miss out on this bountiful harvest of souls."

[member="Izevel Zambrano"]​

 

[Titan]

Location: Gyndine, planet surface
Allies: ME, BTS
Enemies: GR

"Sir, this is the Concordia-one, we have been hailed by a republic ship. How should we proceed?" The question came over the private comm, "Evacuate to hyperspace, you can return once this is over." Katbiyre said as he smacked a republic sentry and the face, rendering the other man unconscious, "we can hold our own now." As he received the report that his ships had jumped to hyperspace, he was left with a mere 200 men, half who he had personally trained, Mythosaur squadron, and 100 crusaders that he had grabbed at random. As he advanced on one of the large structure's he saw that it was heavily guarded, he took at a minute to recon the building with a pair of binocs before getting ready to attack

 

[Ak'lya]

Location: Mimban capitol
Objective: Kill the Zombies
Secondary Objective: Stop the Black Ties
Tertiary Objective: Survive
Allies: Republic (Specifics TBD)
Enemies: Black Ties, Zombies, Ewoks

Kark this planet. Kark the Black Ties, Kark the Mandalorians, Kark the weather.

This day kept getting worse. First monsters. Then an invasion. Then Miss Black Tie starting doing what she does best: Killing innocent people for no good reason. He let out a low growl, raising the blaster rifle he had and firing a stream of plasma into the nearest war droid. The thing shifted, turning to the commando. Kark. Didn't even damage it. He ran into cover, feeling the blasterfire trace after him. Ducking behind an old wall, he dropped the blaster onto its sling and pulled out the bolter, sending a pair of rounds capable of disabling a light tank at the thing.

Needless to say, there was no longer any incoming fire from the droid.

He stepped cautiously towards the city square. Instead of finding criminals, or the mandalorians, he simply saw dead republic troops. Kind of. They shambled towards him, seeming drawn to him. "Karking hell, I just got done with the Horrors from the Deep!"

The bolter came up, and he emptied the rest of the clip into a barrage at the undead things. Body parts sprayed everywhere, still twitching as the fell.

And they still came.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Gyndine, 102nd Task Force
Allies: [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Dallen Thayne"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Armor: Sasori Body Armor
Weapons: Republic Blaster Rifle, bunch o’ grenades

Heeding the call from the Galactic Republic for backup from all peace-keeping military personnel to stave off an attack by criminals and the Mandalorian Empire, Sylvia traveled in a small contingent of Alliance pilots and soldiers to help two planets - Mimban and Gyndine - from falling into the hands of the immoral and depraved. She’d heard rumors of civilians trying to flee the planet, being picked up and sold to slavers, which did make her a little anxious. A Rogue pilot would likely be executed, but being auctioned off to Hutts or Zygerrians, and then off to toil in a mine or serve as a plaything for a crime lord’s palace was second on the list of one the pilot’s worst fears. Obviously, dying in a fiery X-Wing crash was number one.

Once Sylvia was informed of the correct space lane in order to make a safe dash into the atmosphere of Gyndine, Rogue Fifteen was in the skies, slowly making its way down to the planet, with the help of Cardinal, a bright, red astromech droid who would be navigating. For this engagement the pilot wore heavy armor, the likes of which she wasn’t quite used to. The cockpit felt a little more claustrophobic, but her plan was air support until she needed to land or parachute down. And then she could help with the ground defense. Once she made contact with the 102nd Task Force, she was to report in to a Lieutenant Tarriq.

She could visibly see the capital of Yractos now, her heart beginning to drum rapidly like a hummingbird’s wings. Rogue Fifteen began her descent with a heightened sense of alertness, protection of Republic forces – as well as self- preservation – her number one goal.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Space Station
Allies: Republic
Enemy: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Izevel Zambrano"] and anyone else on space station
Gear: War Armour
Personal shield
Sith Amulet
2x force breaker grenades

Sabine had sensed two force users on the space station, both probably sith. One was definitely stronger than the other, she had to decide which to go after. As republic troops head towards the fight, her mind was made up the strong had to be stopped first. As the weaker one would just be easy pray after that. She moved through the corridors, following the republic troops. She soon saw what they faced and it meant one thing and one thing alone, the Zambrano family was here. She saw the unmistakable BlackBladed Guard, she paused for breath. It was no mere being on that leaded that force, it was possibly kaine himself or one his family. She did not know about Kaine faking his death on coruscant, with the destruction of black pyramid. She then moved to room near the fighting, so she could watch him. She used force sight so she could see him, he was murderous as always cutting marines into ribbons. She need to wait for the right moment to strike, as she did she started to reach out with the force to study his armour. She wanted to know what she was facing before she committed herself, as she was not some barbarian who rushed headlong into battle.

No doubt he could sense her too, with just inch durasteel between them, and all dead soldiers he has killed already. She did think about killing blackguard first, to give the republic chance to cut of his retreat. She waited, she had to wait for the right moment to strike or all effort would be in vain.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: Yractos, Gyndine; FOB Danube / FOB Exocron
Allies: [member="Thoja Arlos"], [member="Sylvia Nuru"] / the Republic, 102nd TF; [member="Dallen Thayne"], [member="Caelag Vass"], [member="Nom Gunnar"], [member="Agent Darkstar"], [member="Erran [/FONT][FONT='courier new']Lanith"], [member="Dune Rhur"]
Enemies: the Mandalorian Empire, [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Varian of Myrkr"]
Objective: Engage Hostile Forces / Dispatch Recon Units / Coordinate with Rocket Jumpers

FOB Danube: Lt. Symara Tarriq, Sgt. Pakma, Spc. Cardevias, Jedi Master Dune Rhur; introducing Gen. Arlos.​

"Appreciate you being here, uh, what do I call you?" Symara asked as she slipped on her helmet and flipped on it's HUD. Securing it in place she headed into a command tent and looked at the screen where projections and markers were moving. Lights all indicating some sort of movement, both friendly and enemy. "What's this." She asked a young woman, who introduced herself as Specialist Cardevias.

"We're getting force energy signatures, but we have no way of knowing who or what it is." She explained and then turned toward the Jedi Master with a respectful bow. "It's in the heart of the city, all civilians should have already been evacuated." Then back to the LT. "Ma'am."

"Sgt. Pakma where's my call to Commander Avarro?" She asked with hands on her hips as she looked at the map and turned to look at the Jedi Master. "Master Rhur can you investigate this for us?" Symara points to the blip on her screen that indicates some sort of force energy signature. With that presumably taken care of she moves the map around sees that the task force above the planet is now engaged with enemy ships. "About karkin' time." She remarks, "looks like they're tryin' to land boots on the ground, tell me we've got AA and shields going, Cardevias."

The young woman nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, we do and we will begin to roll out our mobile forces shortly, we're awaiting the arrival of General Arlos."

"General?" Symara asked with a raised brow, "fething abyss about time, right then, Sergeant."

Pakma arrived with the portable holo, "we've got her on the line for you LT, but make it fast."

"Roger that, Commander Avarro. Lieutenant Tarriq here at Foward Operating Base Danube, hope you're seeing what I am." She addresses the commander who looks stern, and worn. As she should be for someone who had hoped to be done with the nonsense that was the dominion of the planet, and instead has had to turn around and face the upstart Mandalorians. The commander remarks, "I was told that you what had to say was important." The commander didn't have time to waste.

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Well, feth. Symara did have something to say, she had a lot to say, although now she was here talking to the commander and for a second it had slipped her mind. When the sounds of the guns shooting off their ammunition brought her back to the reality of the invasion. "I do Commander, we're seeing a hot zone between your base and mine. Requesting permission to dispatch Corporal Vass and her infiltration unit."

Avarro's eyes narrowed as she looked at the lieutenant and then behind her seemingly talking to her own staff. "I'll have recon units dispatch to the LZ where the Mandalorians are hitting dirt, lieutenant. How are your supplies holding?"

"If we can end this thing quickly we'll be fine, if not, then we might as well go out on our feet," Symara replied, and the commander nodded in agreement.

"Just got word that General Arlos is heading your way if he isn't already there." Commander Avarro looked to FOB Danube's current officer in charge for some form of acknowledgment.

Symara took a deep breath and exhaled. "That's the scuttle around here, ma'am. We're also diverting the 102nd's Rocket Jumpers your way, use'em well."

"I will, and if you can. We could use some air support to intercept any drop ships that come this way." Avarro requested, "that'll be all for now. Avarro out."

With the Commander was gone, Symara walked back out of her tent, taking the schematics that she had Corporal Vass grab earlier. "Vass, just the sniper I wanted to see, I need you and your fireteam to head out. We've got Mandos hitting the dirt about eight clicks east between here and Exocron's base. We're going to be diverting some of the 102nd's muscle to swing around, until then it'll be you and a recon unit from Exocron, move out."

Sgt. Pakma appeared within viewing range of Lt. Tarriq once more, and this time he had General Arlos with him. "Sir." Tarriq saluted, walking alongside the General she gave him the sitrep and informed him that they would be mobilizing armored units to the city to help bring down the ships in orbit, the HMTa-V2 Long Bow-Class to be exact. "We've also got a few other armored units en route from FOB Llesek in the form of Yomashttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49663-yoma-ab/, Arachnids, and several speeder units." She then explained the dispatching of recon and infiltration units to a hot zone between Exocron and Danube.

"We'll be diverting air and rocket support to FOB Exocron for the time being, sir." Symara concluded.

FOB Exocron: Cmdr. Avarro, Sgt. Venner, Cpl. Kada; Diverting air support led by Sylvia Nuru and coordinating with Erran Lanith.​

Commander Avarro turned to Corporal Kada, a young twi'lek who was serving her second tour of duty with the commander. "Where are we with that rocket support from Danube?" She inquired, "and status on the city."

"City's been evacuated ma'am, but it looks like we have some sort of force reading from it. Mandos' are hitting on either side of the base, FOB Llesek has dispatched armored units, they are waiting for your word on artillery strikes as well." Kada replied giving her report to the commander, and gestured toward Sgt. Venner, a nautolan who would be leading the recon unit to meet up with Danube's infiltration squad.

Avarro called for him. "Venner, I'll need you and your unit to pack up. We've got Mandos on the ground roughly, eight clicks west between here and Danube."

"Roger that, anything else?" Venner asked as he whistled for his men while walking through Exocron's corridors beside Commander Avarro.

"Sit tight, I'll see about diverting some of the 102nd's rocket jumpers your way, may the Force be with you, Sergeant." She said with a salute and watched him leave. Heading toward the combat command center she headed for the main table, watching as different lights and signatures moved about the map. "Attention to the 102nd Rocket Jumpers, this is Commander Avarro. I'll need you to divert your units to a point between Exocron and Danube, coordinates are inbound, secondly, we'll need units hitting the dirt in Yractos, keep an eye out for force users. Lastly, stay alive. Force be with you all."

"Ma'am." Corporal Kada called, "we've got Galactic Alliance fighter pilots in bound, Danube wants to know where you want them."

"Intercepting every bloody thing they can, be wary of flak. Lieutenant Tarriq's got a mind to bring everything down from the sky." Commander Avarro responded before quietly adding beneath her breath, "and may the Force help us all."

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAVZz_5gM6Q[/media]​

 

[Songbird]

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

Songbird was aware of the Jedi telling the trooper to out his focus back on the battle, and she gave him an appreciative nod before getting back to blasting some clankers. Her blasters never ceased their stream of deadly plasma as she squeezed the triggers, the blue bolts finding their marks among the flood of droids. There were enough that she didn't even need to really aim; each shot was a guaranteed hit.
The vigilante rallied with the Republic troops, and that was when she found herself listening to the commander of the Syndicate troops.

And that's where she was when she saw the hostage thrown off the building. Her reaction was immediate.
"R6, get the hell out of the skies! Land outside the city, see if you can establish communications with the Pub troops, start coordinating them!"

As the interceptor rocketed away, Songbird sighed, her brown eyes staring at the building containing the hostages. Her training as a police officer screamed that she do all she could to save those people, that she die herself if she needed to. Her survival instinct, on the other hand. . .
Well, she didn't have one of those.

So when the Jedi gave her a look, asking if she was ready to venture into the belly of the beast, Songbird simply reloaded her power cells and grinned.
"Might as well, love. Who needs to retire, anyway?"
She shot down another droid, and gestured to him.
"Lead the way."

 

[Dallen Thayne]

Location: Gyndine local space, 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"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

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

"Commander! The other signatures from the enemy's hyperspace echo are within range! I'm detecting five. . . no six. . . .how many are there?" Seeing the Lieutenant's frustrated expression, Dallen wondered what was on the sensor suite she was looking at while he awaited an answer from the small enemy force he had fired upon (with the intention to damage not destroy). However, it seemed as if they weren't going to have the time to spend waiting on the response of the small vessel as the vessels emerging from hyperspace Vanquo had detected made their appearance. The Republic Commander listened as his sensory officer rattled off the classification of each ship that had a profile in the databanks, until all but a few were accounted for of the enemy's full thirty two warships.

Mostly old Confederacy and Techno Union designs appeared in the manifest, along with some that belonged to the Galactic Alliance nowadays. A few seemed imperial in nature, but were encountered thus far. Only one signature that appeared on the scanners was unique. Perhaps the first of the Mandalorian Empire's own personal designs, Dallen couldn't tell. Regardless, what the Republic Commander could tell was that in terms of numbers of ships he was outnumbered three to one and even more so when it came down to the tonnage of his vessels. "Lieutenant Ree, put a call through the encrypted frequencies to all allied Task Forces in the sector. Inform them an enemy force numbering over thirty warships has entered the Gyndine System and that the 102nd requires reinforcement. Request assistance in haste."

When the comm officer nodded, Dallen took relief in the fact that the enemy wasn't taking action right away, perhaps opening the opportunity for an alternative to bloodshed. Still, if it became a battle there were steps he wanted to take to mitigate the harm to the crew and planet below. At least until the reinforcements from the other battlegroups arrived. "Sir, Commander Avarro reports that the Rocket Jumpers are prepped in the Hangar for deployment." turning to Ree, Dallen would push up his glasses as he considered for a moment and motioned for her to open a channel to the crew on the in-ship comms. "Attention personnel. All non-essential crew of the 102nd Naval Vessels are to follow evacuation procedures, combat necessary personnel are to brace themselves in their positions. Rocket Jumpers are to deploy from their respective ships and disperse. Those attached to Commander Avarro will move according to her orders provide support at the coordinates she has sent you. The rest will board the station and provide security and add in the civilian personnel's evacuation. Commander Thayne out"

Pacing back to his Commander seat, Dallen frowned as the light glinted off his glasses. Sella at fire control was quick to chime in as he sat that the Galactic Alliance pilots had reached their positions, which made the Republic Commander feel better as the Rocket Jumpers and non-essential crew disembarked from the fleet. "If its the Alliance's Rogues I'm going to feel very good about our boots on the ground. I hope they fare better than we do. Pass along my thanks to them Lieutenant Ree, then open up an open channel to our guests." Dallen was thankful for the lull for the time being, although he doubted it would last much longer. Still, all the time he could muster to give his allies time to provide support was crucial. "Commander energy spikes emanating from the opposing flotilla. Detecting fluxes in their shields, its enough power to notice. . . .are they worried about conflict?"

Of course, if too few responded to his emergency signal then it hardly mattered he supposed as the channel was opened. "This is Commander Thayne of the 102nd Republic Task Force. You are intruding to a protected system during a hostile situation. Power down your vessels until matters have passed. We will not fire on you unless forced. We will not hold you if you surrender, you may return from whence you came freely. Is this clear?" Tapping his wrist, Dallen looked to Vanquo and Ree for information on the other Republic Battlegroups. The 710th was nearby, as was a Republic allied fleet. Admiral Reshmar was active at Mimban with other forces however, dealing with the first enemies that appeared in the Sector. That left the 710th Task Force as the most likely to arrive in a timely manner. It could work, if the enemy was hostile at all.

If they were though, Dallen had to spare a glance out the viewport at the Centurion Battlecruiser, then the Firebird would have to lower the Gravity Well Generator lest it become a hinderance in an already uphill battle. It wouldn't matter much if it was done anyway either, as Dallen felt that if the enemy fought they didn't intend to leave anytime soon even if the gravity well was done. "Lieutenant Sella keep the weapons primed but hold fire for now. Keep everyone in defensive formation. No need to provoke them, but keep your hands ready Marlow, I want us moving if they start shooting." Despite all the events transpiring around him, Dallen felt strangely calm, as did his crew who worked diligently. It surprised him actually that Vanquo had only been frustrated earlier as the enemy appeared. Nonetheless, he was glad for everyone's ability to give more than 100% clearly. Even if he was unaware if was the result of someone else's efforts on the planet below.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Still Yractos.
Allies: ~~
Enemies: ~~~
Objective: Fireworks? Pretty! Wait, that's bad.

While the confrontation in orbit was still invisible to the naked eye, Alkor could feel the tension mounting from where he stood. That was why he had not moved. It would be useless at this point to take action, still unaware of the things that transpired beyond his ability to perceive. He heard the hail from [member="Aedan Miles"] as it played across his comm, but Alkor maintained radio silence. That was good. The alert meant that something was in motion.

In that instant, Alkor knew it was time to act. The last civilians filtered into safe zones and away from places that could spell death under duress. It was the sort of military grade reception for all out invasion, and the kind one would expect from a galactic scale entity like the Republic. At this point, nothing was getting in or out of Yractos without clearance.

Very good.

The Jen'jidai strode through the street toward his destination, picked out against the rest of the buildings for its most obvious features. The pulsating light reached skyward and fanned out across the city, protecting it from chaos from above. While the shields remained active, this city was the safest place on the planet Gyndine.

He already felt the mounting forces outside the city. Republic troops and Mandalorians alike mobilized for battle on the ground, and the city defenses began to fortify their position. It was going to be a long night, and possibily even longer than that. Traditionally in siege combat, the defenders held the advantage. Compounded by the fact that their defenses effectively neutralized all of the major weapons that the Mandalorians had at their disposal, and the only outcome one could imagine at this point was a bloody, phyrric battle on both ends.

Something had to give, if they wanted this ended quickly.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Location: Talasea, Forest outside the Capital city
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: Black Tie and Mandalorian Kill Teams
Post: 1


Zhan stood atop a command jeep. It wasn't his preferred method of travel, but it would do. And it made it easier for the men to see him. He had exactly two hundred and fifty men to defend Talasea with, the Republic could spare no more than this. Two hundred and fifty to fight off multiple kill teams. It should suffice, but the main weakness of his force was that it would have large gaps between it through which small strike teams could slip, or so it would appear.

He had divided his forces into multiple smaller sections, each guarding key locations, with individual soldiers pulling picket duties inbetween to maintain a key overwatch position. But before he sent them off to their posts, he wanted to address them directly.

"Each of you, look to the man or woman beside you. On your left, on your right. They are your brothers and sisters, your comrades, your unit. In the coming battle, we will need to rely on our solidarity if we are to have a hope of all coming out of this alive. So I tell you, soon my brothers and sisters, you will have to fight. To kill other living beings. When that moment comes, when you must kill or be killed. Remember my words. You are fighting not only to defend the Republic, but also to defend freedom, peace, prosperity. You are defending your wives and children, your sisters, your brothers. Your mothers and fathers, If this planet falls, it's neighbors will fall. If this system falls, those around it will fall. If they fall, the Republic falls. Defend this then, so that your children may be free from Tyranny and Oppression. Free from Evil and Corruption, free, because you had the courage to stand up today to fight for what is right. Trust in your brothers and sisters, we will get through this, and we will not allow a single innocent to be harmed this day. Now, get into position and remembers, our's is the just path. For the Republic!"

For the Republic, simple words, but so very powerful. He could feel the buzz, the excitement his troops carried within them. And of course, the fear they all shared. It was his duty to keep them steady despite this fear, the people of Talasea, and by extension, The Republic were counting on him. He would not fail.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay sipped her tea as she stood on one of the rooftops, overlooking the sky and Chasin City below. It was beautiful in it's own way, if not a bit eerie too. Hours ago the citizens of Commenor were sent far below the ground for safety. Even the Elders, the rulers of the planet and council for the elected officials were safely tucked away. Thank the Force this wasn't a planet that was one large city like Coruscant. The mountains, lakes, canyons and valleys covered most of it. The stars were highly visible as power was cut to most of the buildings above ground. The only traffic both in the sky and on the ground was military.

Terrac, Kay's old pilot reached her side and drank some of his brandy. "The calm before the storm."

"Hopefully the storm never comes."

"You shouldn't be up here, doll."

"Terrac, I'm fine. If the attack at the other end of this sector has something to do with the Republic, then I could endanger them. Even though I'm no longer a part of the Republic government, I used to be. And for some people, that's enough for them to slaughter for."

"Then maybe you should leave. You've got two ships at your disposal. You can't protect these people if you're dead, doll."

Kay took another sip of her tea. The thought of leaving had crossed her mind, but there was no guarantee that doing so would mean their safety. She was dressed for a fight this time, as she normally did while on her slave rescue missions, instead of like an upper class merchant.

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Her satchel was slung over her shoulder and two small blasters were holstered on her hips.
"I know...But there's always a chance that I could help make things right."

"Diplomacy is not always the answer."

"It can be if you ask the right questions."

"You're too stubborn for your own good." Terrac shook his head as he walked off to be sure that The Free Lady and Angel's Glory were ready to leave at a moment's notice.

"...I'd like to think that I keep hope alive..." Terrac didn't hear her though. No one did. Kay took another sip of her tea as she watched the sky.

 

[Dune Rhur]

F.O.B Danube, Gyndine
Allies: [member="Symara Tarriq"], the GR in the F.O.B/Gyndine region of the galaxy
Enemies: [member="Katbirye Rekr"], [member="Varian of Myrkr"]

Jedi had become far too reclusive within the Republic. The officer's awkwardness was clear evidence of this within his mind. "Dune will be fine," he replied cordially as the situation allowed. The Republic's Armed Forces deserved as much respect as the Order in the Bith's estimation.

He took the datapad from the technical specialist. Examining it simply confirmed her words before he handed the device back with a nod. Someone had slipped into the city during the initial confusion. That he hadn't noticed didn't surprise him given everything.

"I'll be there as soon as possible."

Dune found the fastest way to the city was on a messenger's swoop bike. It was hardly a comfortable ride but it got him past the gates quickly. He dismounted with gratitude. A Jedi's life wasn't comfortable but a military swoop bike was expedient.

The city itself was dead but for military personnel moving around. They exemplified organized chaos to Dune better than anything he'd ever seen. He seemed to stand out for the mere fact that he was standing still as everything was in motion. He thanked the messenger as he pulled away.

The Bith turned to face the city itself and he reached out. Fear came off in waves from the civilians with panic held by a string. There was also the tightly coiled readiness of the Republic's soldiers. Delving deeper brought the gentle and subtle waves of the Light side.

Ayumi was there deeper into the city deep within the depths of Battle Meditation. Dune guessed that was who the Mandalorians were looking for. He would funnel them away from her. To do that would mean a great deal of risk to his life.

He decided against pulling soldiers away from the main defense. They'd be needed and would pull more attention to what he was trying to help. Dune was no great warrior but was far from helpless. The Mandalorians would learn that the hard way if they pressed.

 

[Zef Halo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NRbycO0O_k​

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Location: Landed roughly somewhere between FOB Danube and FOB Exocron
Objective: Disrupt Republic Operations, more specifically Anti-Air, give breathing space for more dropships.
Allies: A platoon (25) of Mandalorian Crusaders.
Enemies: Galactic Republic's Gyndine Ground Forces that want to dance.
Equipment: In Bio.


Being outnumbered and outgunned was what motivated Mandalorians. It is what made them so fearsome. Unlike most sentients of the galaxy, they truly shined in combat when the odds were against them. A cornered Mando was the worse Mando one could face. Soon that would be revealed to the enemy - the Galactic Republic Defence Force on Gyndine.

The dropship that Varian was on board had landed quite roughly at a midpoint of two Republic positions, not the best LZ but certainly something that could still be taken an advantage off.

The yells of 'Oya Mando' echoed through the communications channels as the Mandalorians disembarked and strategically moved to vantage points, their advanced helmets were renown for their ability to save the Mandos from 'surprises'.

Varian, as taught, was calm and composed ready to fight. His beskad was unsheathed, while his rancor-bone blade remained sheathed on his back. For now, he would fight with weapons. Should the odds which the Mandalorians faced became greater, Varian would sheath both and fully engulf himself into what he had been taught his whole life.

To war.