Public Planet Ordo

[Ordo]

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them…
​

He stood upon the platform of Mandalorian iron as He looked out across the city before him. One of the only that had not been reduced to rubble and ash by the sith's cleansing of His people, His children, and breathed deeply of the warm air. His eyes, hidden by the colds lifeless T-shaped visor of his buy'ce, scanned the life signs of the imperial colonists that had taken residence. The green belt of vegetation was slowly growing these weeds in His garden, and He had never suffered weeds among His harvest.

He turned His head slightly as another figure approached The large platform and knelt down before it. The being was massive, at nine feet tall and encased in beskar the behemoth known as Rickhardt Netherbane could easily be mistaken for a war droid. He brought his fist to his chest in salute, his own visor turned toward the yellow grasses that surrounded the city.

"Most High Lord, your servant reports that your children have been evacuated and the remainder of those in the city are Sith Imperial colonists and Kainites." Primaris Mandalorian said as Ordo looked out over the city, it was a bustle of activity. The people blind to the dangers of trading one dark domain for another.

"Very well, Supreme High Marshal." Ordo said, His memories of the huge man and his siblings fully intact, "Have my ships take position. Nothing but what we have authorized is to leave this planet until My work here is done."

"For The Manda," the giant replied as he brought his fist to his chest once again.

"For the Manda." Ordo echoed as He mirrored the motion.

He reached down to a cradle at his side and hefted an old CM-Fragstorm shotgun in His hands and pulled the action with an echoing 'Chuck chuck', before he stepped down the stairs leading to the ovoid platform.

"Wait here, my Son." He said as He started toward the city on foot, seeming to grow larger with the distance as His shadow raced ahead of him toward the colony of nearly 5 million, "And learn what it means to be War."

Netherbane stood like a statue and nodded once before he relayed the instructions to the orbiting fleet of Mandalorian Marines.

"As you wish, Father." He replied as the first alarms began to be raised in the metropolis.

 

[Mia Monroe]

They mingle not with their laughing vode again;
They sit no more at faniliar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime;
The sleep beyond Mandalore's foam.​

Crouched at the edge of the platform, Mia's heart weighed heavy, Her conversation with Malum over ruin playing on her mind. But they had little choice. The sith would not vacate if they were offered such an option, so long had the Mandalorians been under a boot.

The galaxy had forgotten their strength, they had forgotten what they were capable of, of what the consequences were of tangling with them.

She rose smoothly as Ordo stepped off the platform, heading for the city on foot. She did not follow, this was His task to complete.

"Netherbane," she said quietly "many foundlings will be made today. We should prepare for them."

Ordo

 

[The Eclipsing Mission]

A snarling wolf's helm stared back at his cool jade eyes, the wolf's eyes twinkling as new data flooded it's circuits. They hadn't been told why they'd been activated, nor had they been given their mission parameters. All they knew was that they were on a foreign world, one whose very presence caused something buried deep within their subconscious to ache with familiarity. It was a condition of their conscious state, it would fade when they were brought back to merciful sleep in the bowels of the machine-world.

They were all methodically checking and rechecking their weapons and armor, a nervous habit they'd all picked up after awakening. Perhaps it was a quirk of their genetic sequence, or maybe it was just what fretful creatures did to calm their agitated nerves. Whatever the reason, it was a task that consumed them. It all came to an end, however, as all their helmets chimed simultaneous tones. They reached for their helmets and slipped them on over their identical features, heads completely shorn of all hair. As each helmet locked into place, the wolf's eyes glowed bright green as it synchronized with their armor's internal systems.

Orders flashed across their displays, and the mission was clear.

Reaching for their guns, they filed out of the dingy warehouse and stepped onto the paved road. Men and women of all stripes mingled about in the busy morning, oblivious to the dark machinations which had taken hold. One of the armored men raised their head, looking towards a distant plateau. They said nothing and their gaze fell back to their surroundings. People were starting to take notice of the gathering of armored men with wolf's heads standing right in the middle of the street, a weapon in each of their hands.

What was more striking, was the insignia blazed clearly across their chest-plates.

A shriek-hawk diving for it's prey, red as blood.

One of the wolf-men raised their blaster, pointed it at the nearest civilian.

And pulled the trigger.

Ordo | Mia Monroe ​

 

[Darth Strosius]

​

Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Robes
Allies: Darth Malum of House Marr / Revna / Zachariah Conway / Commodore Helix
Opponents: Ordo / Mia Monroe
To Be Decided: The Eclipsing Mission
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Ordo. A world of blood and death, of carnage and ash, of fire and destruction.

A world that Darth Strosius was content to remain ignorant of until recently, until he learned of it possessing some individuals that he could make great usage of. And, more importantly, that said individuals could be in danger due to their new leadership. The exact nature of the Mandalorian and Sith conflict, at least in relatively recent times, but he knew enough of how ugly it had gotten to understand that neither group would stomach having the other in their territory for long. Or at all really if the 'No Sith No Exceptions' mantra that he had heard once or twice was any indication.

The population of Sith-Imperial settlers and their families would no doubt soon fall under scrutiny and suspicion and that was something that he simply could not abide by. As former citizens of the Sith Empire it was only right to welcome the back under Sith rule once more, and swiftly before they could all be exiled or worse due to their origins.

With Ordo being not only so far away from his bases but also within the borders of another galactic power, he knew that he'd need assistance if he was to save any of the citizens of the former Sith Empire. Thankfully he had just the right numbers on his communicator to get the job done. Combined with a few key calls to find some hidden smuggler hyperlanes and they could get in and out of the Ordo system relatively unseen even in their suspiciously unmarked transports.

Shuttles streaked through the clouds over the city, aiming for open landing zones such as lots and plazas that would be far from the initial action. Time would be of the essence and their numbers would be limited due to the nature of their transportation to and from the system, but their goal was clear and concise. Recover as many Sith-Imperials as possible and get out of Mandalorian space in one piece. Easier said than done, but Darth Strosius was nothing if not bold.

 

[Laphisto]

With a flash of light, the Drak'iv Destroyer jumped into the Ordo system. After his last debacle trying to pilot a starfighter and winding up, he landed on Dathomire. He had set off a distress beacon, and the Il'istava had come to his aid. It was nearby doing a few runs with the quickly dissolving alliance fleet. Once he had returned aboard a Lilaste ship, he ordered all Order ships to pull from nearby systems and return home.

Now, here he was, returning to Ordo just as he had meant to, but something was different this time. He could feel it in the air. Where once empty hyper lanes drew about, there were patrol craft. Some other faction had set up shop in the months he had taken to deal with his business, re-assign naval officers, and retrieve assets from the United Galactic Federation. This task was more challenging than planned, but now that it was over, he could return to his initially planned business at Ordo.

Reaching up, he softly brushed at the sigil of clan ordo on his armor before looking to the Bridge crew. "Pull us around, go into low power mode, and slip past the patrols. We don't know who has claimed this planet, but we are not here for diplomacy or fighting them. Bring us through without detection, captain"

It took them longer than planned, but the Destroyer carefully made its way through the patrol routes and down to the planet below. and found a Landing spot nearest to the city the loading ramp lowered, and soon after, laphisto began to disembark, looking around for a moment with a soft frown. the planet was nothing as he remembered it well over four thousand years ago

Ordo Mia Monroe The Eclipsing Mission Darth Strosius

 

[Liorra]

Lio had tracked Mia Monroe out of curiosity, and it was likely Mia knew. Lio wasn't sure, but what she was sure of was that there were a lot of Sith-Imperials who had been living here freely and without fear of persecution. She knew of the Galidraanis who lived on Mandalore, she had met with them and seen their cities. Lio had a bad feeling in her gut about this, she navigated the Crescent Serpent over Ordo and piloted it down to find a good spot. She'd use the Force to track Mia herself, people no matter their past deserved a chance to live and live without fear of someone killing for simply existing. "Rek, stay here, keep the ship warm, we might have to boogie out." She grabbed her gear, and a speeder and with use of the Force would track Mia down.

Ordo | Darth Strosius | Darth Malum of House Marr | The Eclipsing Mission | Laphisto ​

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;​

He knew they would want revenge, revenge for what had befallen Mor- Mandalore.

He knew that sometimes the anger so wroth and rageful could not be kept at bay by the leaders who knew better, who would know to keep to their greater ideals, who would know that to strike back in such a wasteful, for whatever reason, high minded or pragmatic they would know now to let those subordinates, inferiors, strike against those that were not party to the crimes committed against them.

Yet, sometimes, leadership, no matter how renowned, how legendary, how seemingly godly, could not keep those who were so filled with bitterness in line.

That had been why...

Why he was here...

And he bitterly gazed on, knowing he had been right.

As the great platform of Mori- Mandalorian iron, a ghostship that appeared out of nowhere, but slowly, advanced upon them.

A ghost ship, for it would make ghosts out of them all.

He did not know who was upon the vessel, yet he had prepared for its arrival as best as he could have. Yet, he had so little time, he winced, only days since Mor- Mandalore... since... since he almost gave in... since he did give in...

...To her.

Only days since he had left with the broken near-corpse of Elise Ahana-Gwyneira ... after he almost...

He closed his eyes, willing all that he felt... all that he had almost done... begone...

Please...

She was safe... he was so unworthy of her... yet she was safe, safe with Mia Monroe ... and though he could not face her, when he was barely in control of himself, he could content himself with that fact.

She was safe.

"Imperator, scouts reporting that a Destroyer is entering orbit near the city," He looked to the direction of the motioned coordinates, a friend or foe? He could not tell, it certainly did not look Morid- Mandalorian.

"Keep an eye on it, move Guard contingents to reinforce the side of the city it decides to land, pray they are friends, prepare that they are foe," He responded hoping, beyond hope, that they did not have a new foe.

They are already stretched dangerously thin.

In those few days, he had summoned what little he could, he had called upon Ali- Darth Strosius , for them to unite their strengths once again, to save those behind them...

...All five million.

Their people... their people needed to be safe.

Most did not listen, he could not even blame them, they had made their homes here now, and whether they built their homes upon bases of blood, it mattered little for those who lived here still.

It was home.

And they would not so easily leave.

Still, between him and Ali- Darth Strosius, they had been able to requisition transports from any and all sources, it would never be enough.

So they had to play for time... and time was running out quickly.

It would be the Kainites that would be their salvation, and how ironic that was. He sent word to the Malsheem, and now it was an open question, did the one they named the Butcher King care for the people that he settled upon this world? Did he care for his people that he so claimed only he could lead?

He... did not know.

Yet he feared the answer greatly.

He shook his head, there was little time to give into despair, he found his legs marching, finding themselves to the farthest perimeter of the city. Finding himself by the masked Ali- Darth Strosius, as they gazed out into the great desolate savannah that was Ordo, Kaine's work? Or had this world always been like this? For all he knew of history, he could not claim to know the answer.

And in the next few hours, it would be decided if he ever had a chance to learn.

He breathed through his own mask, the replica of his famous ancestor's, with the armour that did not belong to him, but was undeniably his now.

"Only one Mandalorian vessel, a scout perhaps?" He intoned, gazing out across the plain, more time would be a godsend... they still had not heard back from the Malsheem... and evacuations so slow and so limited... but still, an attack would speed it up he supposed.

But too, bring chaos.

His comms broke open, as the sound of fire filled his ears, "Imperator! An attack by unknown forces in the centre of the city! They are targeting civilians!"

It was as if a bullet had dropped.

His blood froze.

Had they... tricked them?

Was what was in front of them a distraction?

His gaze still saw the floating platform, and nothing else. What was this?

There was little time to consider, "All reserve Guard forces contain the threat, evacuate all civilians from the square," It would not be enough, the attack had barely begun, and he knew it would not be enough.

Millions would die.

He snapped his eyes shut.

No.

" Zachariah Conway , there is nothing more virtuous, nothing more valorous, nothing more courageous of a leader than to defend those weaker than themselves, I charge you... defend your grandfather's people, make him, make me, proud, I will join you soon." To put such a command on a teenager's shoulders, one that had been even younger than he was, when he first held command... Bogan... why?

His eyes snapped open, and a familiar sight struck him.

A giant of a man, wearing armour to match.

One he did not recognise upon Mor- Mandalore, but one he had read about, had heard tales about, one that even if considered to him in his youth to have been a Moridinizid animal... he could not help but admire for his conquests... for his glory.

His heart beat faster, his throat suddenly parched.

Jasper... Jasper Ordo .

Was marching right toward him.

It would be some time yet, then before he would reach Zachariah.

Revna The Eclipsing Mission Laphisto Liorra

 

[Mya Windu]

A lone Jedi starfighter would drop out of orbit above Ordo. Piloted by a young woman, it would drift at the most distant orbit possible. Spotting a fleet of some kind, apparently Mandolorian in nature she would raise an eyebrow at this surprise. Clicking on a few panels; information on the hyperlanes nearby would flood her trasnsparasteel display. She would then widen her eyes as it seemed they were being heavily used.

Suddenly the Force would leap violently in her mind; as feelings of Death, Confusion, and Fear. Would surround her thoughts briefly before she banished them. Avoiding the large ships she saw in orbit, she would throttle around the entire planet within minutes; bringing herself into low orbit away from the feelings of dread; she spotted the city in question on the horizon. Noting her settings as she passed; she'd flown over a few settlements that seemed to be under....reconstruction.

"Terrible.....this is one of the Mandolorian's sacred worlds if I'm not mistaken. The Sith or the Empire...they must have something to do with this devastation." she spoke mostly to herself but also it was a subconscious thought that seemed to come out. Finding a ridge far enough from the city; she would do her best to conceal her presence in the force; which her former Togruta master had cristened. "Massive." She would approach the city upon a speeder that was designed to fit within her custom Jedi Starfighter; approaching and reaching out with the force, she would find a beacon of light Laphisto it seemed. Heading toward it; she was put off as she approached the city due to the sound of screaming. Swinging her speeder to a halt just at the cities entrance, she found the guards or anyone in any command weren't there to greet her. Hopping off and lowering her hood; she would glance at the situation, although the sound of blasters were clear enough for her to make out what was happening. This place was under some form of attack.

Deciding it best to make out what was happening first, she would raise her hood and Force Leap at almost a blur; then floating down onto a rooftop of a building about forty feet in the air. She would check her surroundings and once clear, kneel on a rooftop to make out any aggressors she could. She'd only been here to meet one of her contacts that had a keen eye for the Dark Empire and a hungry pocket. However it seemed she'd stumbled onto something more. She also could feel the Dark Side around her...like a smell in the air. To her it always smelled....extremely spicy; and right now her mental nose was on fire. She remained kneeling, a single strand of her dark hair falling from her hood as she watched the situation unfold.

Ordo Darth Strosius Liorra Darth Malum of House Marr The Eclipsing Mission ​

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto brought none of his guards with him. This was a sacred journey for him. The only thing he wore was his personalized armor, with his broad saber on his hip. He wasn't here to be friend nor foe to any of the inhabitants but instead he was here to visit the grave site of an old friend. If it was even still around that is while he made no effort to mask his presence in the force he could feel the others nearby. He felt Mya Windu first though. His gaze flicking over at the direction she had come from before and watching her leap into the city. His eyes flashing a teal blue as he pushed his sight through the force.

His next feeling was of the dark siders Darth Strosius and Darth Malum of House Marr . He had no prior knowledge of what had happened to ordo over the years and frankly he didn't care. Since his awakening from Carbonite he had stuck to his mission of building the Lilaste order and place all of his care for his own people. The battle of light and dark was a pointless task to him, a endless cycle that he wished to eradicate some day by any means necessary.

When he pushed himself deeper into the city his hand rested up on the hilt of his broad saber. Even if he leaned closer to the light side than he did the dark he wasn't to sure what his standing would be with the main inhabitants of this city would be. But he was preparing himself for anything.

Not a moment later he heard blaster shots and the screams of civilians running for their lives. He felt them more than he saw them and it gave him pause if not for a moment. A small frown rolling over his face as he stood in the street, people begining to run past their attempts to fleet The Eclipsing Mission

This was not his fight, not his place to intervene in the affairs of another galactic power and yet he found himself marching forwards towards the blaster fire. His saber pulled from his belt and the luminous blue blade ignited, pointed down towards the ground as he walked. Perhaps it was the Jedi in him, a long distant part of his history that begged and demanded that he protect those who cannot protect themselves regardless of their allegiance. Or maybe it was the mandalorian doctrine he had grown to admire during the mandalorian wars.

Memories flooded his mind if the conflict he had been forced to partake in, his free hand absent mindedly reaching up to trace over the sigil of clan ordo etched into the right shoulder of his armor. He had respected the mandalorians during the war so much so that had he had a choice he would have fought for them instead of against them. Their preaching of honor and duty had sat well with him, so much so that he made sure his troops held honor in combat a feat that had originally gained him favor with Ris ordo and eventually lead to their friendship.

While he was lost in his thoughts he didn't even realize how close he was to the blaster fite till he reached out with the force pulling a large piece of debris up from the ground and into the way of several blaster bolts that were aimed for some civilians. And in the same fluid motion he threw it forwards towards the attackers that aimed for innocent lives. If he wasn't involved before he sure as hell was now

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Ordo
Tags: Darth Strosius | Darth Malum of House Marr | Revna | Commodore Helix | Ordo | Mia Monroe | Mya Windu | Laphisto | Liorra | The Eclipsing Mission
Equipment: Lightsaber​

Somewhere above, Darth Strosius was on his way.

When the news had first arrived that the Mandalorian's had arrived for Ordo, it had been clear that they had arrived for revenge. That revenge was likely to include the executions of five million Sith-Imperial Darth Malum of House Marr and Darth Strosius had managed to collate a group of soldiers and ships and support for the planet of Ordo.

Zachariah stood, facing out towards the Mandalorian vessel. To his left stood Darth Malum of House Marr and to his right stood a member of Malum's Guard. The young boy listened to the Sith Knight dishing out his orders to each set of information that he recieved.

Everything seemed to be happening at once.

The news first of the Destroyer entering orbit near to the city. Malum dished out orders to deal with it like he was playing chess. The second was the attack on the citizens in the city centre. Malum's eyes told the entire story, his worry and his stress at how he was going to deal with that situation. He clearly hadn't expected it.

Then Malum dished out orders towards Zachariah, and the boy nodded. Malum was putting the responsibility on the young boys shoulders and seeing how he handled it. He hoped to make his mentor proud, and by extention rescue the Sith-Imperial citizens. By extention, he was going to rescue his grandfathers people and make his grandfather proud, or die trying.

"I shall do what I can, Lord Marr"

He nodded to a section of the Guard, and made for the City Centre with them in tow.

 

[Rickhardt Netherbane]

"Netherbane," she said quietly "many foundlings will be made today. We should prepare for them."

"We have 5 transports ready, Most High One." The mountain of a Mandalorian replied, "Lord War, instructed us in transit...Lord War said You would take command thusly at the proper time."

The man stood as unknown variables were added to the battlefield and commanded his legion to hold positions as He had been instucted.

"Hold position and release the drones for posterity." He said over his comms, "Prepare for insertion."

 

[Mya Windu]

Kneeling calmly as she felt loss of life as a sort of sizzling flame going out, she stood to her feet just before it happened. She'd have been able to help if she'd have been more interested and proactive.
"Poodoo...." she said aloud at a whisper.
Standing now as she lowered her over robe hood, her hair swayed in a passing breeze.
Looking towards the individual who'd opened fire; she reached out through the Force psychically, a powerful Telepath; she was.
Why? An Innocent Life? What if it were your Own?
She chided psychically before reading the individual at surface level.
Determination, Extermination, War.

Frowning; felt the same presence in the Force as before. Only this time much closer as...some form of dragon or lizard man leaped into battle. His saber igniting as he would begin deflecting bolts fired at civilians. Lifting a piece of now destroyed rubble with ease; he would launch it forward with a solid movement in the Force towards what seemed to be a Mandolorian in wolf like armor. She didn't recognize him at all from around the temple; his clothing, armor, and saber seemed to be...knight-like; medieval in nature almost.
"Interesting....I sense a greater disturbance though."
Her robes billowed in the breeze again as she would psychically reach out through the Force. Her vision moving like a river flowing mentally; it would cloud psychically with shadows as she approached a connection with Darth Strosius . When she was upon him psychically; she would whisper only.
I see you, Sith.
A haunting message from a young woman's voice, unfriendly and pure. Strong even.

With a single force leap as her eyes opened she would leap from the rooftop, soaring over 50ft as she would land with a flip near the end of her leap next to Laphisto . Looking towards the civilians scampering with out drawing her saber; she noticed their attire...Imperials perhaps? They seemed rather...un rough around the edges by and by as she scanned. She understood this as a Mandolorian sacred world. Putting the pieces together, she would quickly realize the Mandolorian's were attempting to take their planet back...and the Dark Side itself seemed to be against them in this. Frowning to herself she would look to the side briefly, her gaze drifting downward.
"I believe we can help without the need for violence just yet, my friend."

Reaching out, she would call to nearby civilians with a--
This way. With me to safety.
Through the force itself, groups of people slowly looked her way one by one, moving towards her and the figure near her.

"I'm assuming you came here on a ship of some kind....perhaps we can help these folks evacuate before much damage is done; violence isn't the Jedi way after all." she said with a small smirk and a nod.
A few whispers among the people as they began asking her if she could help. With a nod, she let her body language do the talking.
Using the Force; she would use her abilities as a Cyberpath to locate any nearby machinery; looking searching through it for transports of any kinds.
"There you are."
Some form of garage filled with speeders was found by her through the force. The machine's circuitry glowing to her. Closing her eyes once more; the speeders would all roar to life.
To me, my fast friends.

A sound of approaching engines would be heard; and felt. Miraculously, ten speeders total would come roaring around the corner briefly after she focused. In a sight to be seen, she controlled them psychically as they circled their position defensively; gracefully even.
"Your chariots await." she said, leaving them hovering near civilians as several of them would hop on some taking kids, families dividing them up. Although; not nearly enough for a full scale evacuation; several of them thanked her before throttling them and taking off out of the city.
"I believe the Mandolorian's are....in the right. Although they have a funny wait of showing it." she smiled grimly, looking at a slain civilian nearby; her grim smile turning into a frown seriously as she averted her gaze.

The Eclipsing Mission Laphisto Darth Strosius​

 

[Ordo]

He could feel the deaths beginning. He could feel the sith beginning to stir. He knew they would. It was always only a matter of time. He continued His steady march toward the city. His shotgun held calmly in only large armored hand. The sun at his back as His shadow stretched for the city, like creeping doom seeking its first taste of life. He didn't know who these people were who were slaying the colonist. He didn't particularly care, the conflict only gave Him more power. War waged by any fed Him and He wouldn't impede them yet.

Billows of dust from the dry ground formed around His feet as He trod the dry grasses. A world He had once brought irrigation to, now dried again and the rats gathered into the city to stack themselves on top of one another. He sent a signal to the Netherbane to release the recording drones and to command the net of ships in orbit to begin closing. He had intended to offer a chance. One, solitary opportunity, but now He would have to ensure they remembered today and it woke them in the nights that would follow with choked screams and cold sweats.

The Eclipsing Mission Mia Monroe Mya Windu Laphisto Darth Strosius Liorra Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Commodore Helix]

Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr / Darth Strosius / Revna / Zachariah Conway
Equipment: E-4H Blaster Carbine (Pistol Configuration), Helix's Flamestaff, Horror Matrix, Mechu-Deru Defenses​

Helix emerged from one of the transports, flanked by a small fireteam of infiltrator droids. This mission was an unusual one, to be sure, but they all seemed to be with this lot. It posed several challenges, among them limited resources to draw upon. He'd only been able to secure a few elite teams of droids on board Strosius' transports, as his own massive landing craft were hardly what could be called "subtle". Still, the challenge was a well-timed one.

"Lords Strosius and Malum." He intoned in his smooth, sepulchral bass voice. "I have my commando teams clandestinely placing a new technology at key points around the city. We may soon have more troops to draw on than you might believe, at your discretion of course. The need for secrecy in arrival has limited the resources I have been able to bring, but I think you'll find these new troops most pleasing. Should you desire it, you'll have reinforcements to help defend the civilians..." he extended a remote to them, one with a simple two-button on-off interface "with the press of a button."

He was being somewhat dramatic in his presentation, but Lord Malum was a new contact, and he wished to make as bombastic an impression as possible. In truth, this was a new technology, one with the potential to revolutionize warfare, and give their burgeoning alliance a serious edge in the battles to come. If, of course, it proved successful, and could be refined.

"This is, to my knowledge, the first time such a thing has been used on the field of battle. The element of surprise will be as powerful as the results. You may do the honors, as my most prestigious clients, when you deem it necessary to summon your reinforcements. As for myself, I and my elites are as prepped and ready as we'll ever be."

 

[Laphisto]

He wasn't taken by surprise when Mya Windu landed next to him, his saber moving to deflect as many bolts as he could though directing it away from the mandalorians in his own right he didn't consider himself a mandalorian. Not by blood, not even by creed but by bond. Least that's what Ris had told him when he had been their when he passed away.

He watched as the Jedi spoke and directed civilians away from the conflict his brow raising as he looked at her, his eyes still glowing that real color as he peered into her through the force

She mentioned his ship or the presumption of such as well as the Jedi order and their distaste for violence. A feat he didn't quite agree with, I needed violence he could see but their were some instances where violence must be met with violence.

" Well it's a good thing I'm not a Jedi" he spoke in a calm manner, it wasn't the first tike he had been mistaken for a member of the jedi order and it wouldn't be the last. As she mentioned using his ship for evacuating the civilians he simply raised a brow at her

" Yes I did come here in a ship but I wouldn't say that it's exactly a means of evacuation." His ship was a warship not a passenger liner. He rumbled out to himself in thought How did he wind up in this situation. He half cursed the force, it had a strange way of bringing people to places where they would need to be. He paused for a moment when he heard the engines of speeders and he frowned for a moment expecting more danger to the civilians though he was surprised to find that the girl next to him was controlling them through the force.

" The mandalorians have rite to this world yes, but to attack unarmed civilians holds no honor, it's not a matter of whos right and whos wrong," he agreed this world belonged by right to the mandalorians but he didn't agree on the method of how the mandalorians were doing it.

 

[Mig Gred]

Forces: Tunnel Strill, Wraith Division, troop transports, evacuation site setup

Honestly, if Mig's words in the past were anything to go on, he wasn't one to care how his fellow Mandalorians felt about how he handled things. But that didn't mean he wouldn't keep things more under wraps if needed. The mandalorian rod on one of the Wraith's Frontline assault guns, a Loth-Cat painted on the casemate, as it and a Slugger tank moved in slowly with transports behind. It wouldn't have been that strange except for the smaller Tunnel Strill MIL unit being here. He'd keep close eye as the Strill moved, checking building and homes, and often coming out with civilians in tow. Kark if he was attacked for this it'd be worth it. One of the Gred SDs held orbit with escort carriers serving as transports. Hutthounds would be able to hot swap troop transports as makeshift evac flights. Either way he was ready.

Just then the Slugger opened fire with her twin railguns leading Mig to quickly dropping into A-1, taking the secondary gunner seat and closing the hatch. "What are you firing at!"

"Sith patrol! 1 kilo!" Mig just nodded to the Frontline's commander, who sighted in, confirming the sport before quickly calling for the transports to keep behind before the assault gun aimed her particle cannon, and loud BOOM rattled through the hull as the bolt was lobbed at the Sith forces.

"Get as many civs as we can out of the combat zone, now!" At his words, a pair of the transports, one filled, and one an empty decoy, turned to run for an open enough area for a pickup from a Hutthound. at the same time, Tunnel Strill and the pair of Wraiths would prepare for a fight.

Friends: Ordo Mia Monroe Laphisto Mya Windu Rickhardt Netherbane Liorra
Enemy: Darth Strosius Commodore Helix Revna Zachariah Conway
Unknown: The Eclipsing Mission
Fighting: Open

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - COLONIAL SKIRMISH
Immediate Goals -
1: Escort Laphisto on his pilgrimage IGNORED
1: Stop this madness at all costs!
1.1: Protect the civilians
1.2: Get the two sides to calm the feth down.
1.3: Ensure that Mig Gred leaves the battlefield alive.

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Those who would bring suffering.

TARGETING ACTION(S) - OPEN || Mig Gred || Commodore Helix || Ordo || Mya Windu || Zachariah Conway || Darth Malum of House Marr || Liorra || The Eclipsing Mission ||

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"The sage has no concern for himself, but makes the concerns of others his own."​

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She understood her assignment, and she had enjoyed it with some trepidation. Laphisto, the millenium old founder of the Lilaste Order, was far too skilled to require even a small contingent of guards - so Kebii'kara instead offered to provide what little insights she had into the current affairs of the Mandalorians. It was strange, serving under a figure who could very well have fought against the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders of yore, but so far her tenure within the Order had been pleasant. While she had some moral qualms about serving the Empire of the Lost - the polity that the Lilaste Order felt most inclined to support - what few assignments that were purely meted out by the Order were mercifully straightforward. Dispatching pirates that ravaged the Near-Rim, provide humanitarian aid, ponder the mysteries of the Force, all had been what Kebii'kara had hoped to do when she first discovered the Order after reluctantly succumbing to her spiritual restlessness. Nevertheless, she knew she needed to see her old mentor, Matthew of Valendale , once more.

The surge of the Empire across countless worlds had caused a myriad of emotions within her, the ideal knight she strove out to be was becoming a distant and unrealistic goal, and yet out of stubbornness she still tried to reconcile her heritage of the Mandalorians and the tenets of the Sunstar Order. This was meant to be a quiet mission, one of somber reflection with the prospect of a hopeful horizon - until the blasterfire started.

Beviin, Kebii's juvenile Vanquo Dragon, had been on edge this entire flight - and Kebii had foolishly ascribed this to nervousness around the "bigger dragon". Conflict roiled across her psyche as she sensed the sudden ambush, and the cause was something well known to her.

Darth Carnifex , the Skanah Aru'e, had one more additional vile act traced back to him - his reclamation of Korriban was not only foreboding to the renewal of the Sith in their homeworlds, but a flurry of conflicts and conquests in areas near where the Mandalorians and Imperials called home. It was no secret that disagreements on whether or not the Sith held claim to the worlds, and those disagreements leading to bloodshend, she just never imagined her own people to be the ones who fired the first shot.

Worse still, she felt a familiar presence, one she hadn't felt since she was far smaller, with her Sister. "<<Uncle Mig...>>" she exhaled in her native Mandalorian, unconsciously so. She was fine with standing on her beliefs, even if it meant alienating the Empire and the broader Mandalorian culture - but not her family, Balance Above not her own...

An emerald blade joined with Laphisto's and the dark-skinned Jetti who landed, and she sensed many more joining the fray. "Once we're done here, I'm going to the Mandalorians." She explained. This was a noted turn, at least for Laphisto. From what he may have heard during her time in the order, the Lasat had been gregarious, and oftentimes deferential to even the least of the Order's personnel. Now, in her visored eyes, burned a fire of desperation, of determination, of something that would not be argued with. Those eyes turned to the newcomer who leapt from her starfighter. "Jetti, do what the stories say you do best. Protect the citizens." Her legs ached to run, to abandon them all into the frenzied panic that she knew civillians were in. But she knew she needed to be smart, to calm and center herself. Chaos was the weapon of the Dar'Jetti, and there were many present. Taking a few moments to breathe, she reached out with her mind, in hopes that Mig Gred would still remember the little Lasat that Cynthia Solus adopted all those years ago...

Manda and Balance preserve my family, please, Uncle Mig, I know you're there...

 

[Korso Rook]

"How could they not know this was coming? Hut'uun."

Korso waited for Ordo to order the attack, his voice thick with contempt. These people's masters had taken great care in attempting to slaughter an entire civilization, committing unspeakable acts even against the youngest foundlings. Now their vassals reaped the bounty of settling on the bones of his kindred. Bones those now pleading to be left in peace helped fashion with such religious fervor. Every moment they did not annihilate this city from orbit and erase their poisoned bloodlines from the galaxy was an act of unimaginable mercy. Such incredible arrogance not to expect retribution. Retaliation. Vengeance for the dead.

"Cutting their threads beneath the mythosaur banner is a kinder fate than any of these slavers deserve," Ordo towered over most other mandalorians but Rook could almost look him in the eye, "We offer them a chance to reach the halls of their ancestors."

This was not an uncommon belief among those who survived on Mandalore after the purge. Not every soul was worth joining whatever energy field or spiritual force they worshipped. Only those who fought gloriously passed on, while the weak and soft were dragged down in torment to darker places by evil Sith spirits which now infested their devastated homeland. Rage burned in Korso's blood at the thought of accepting conscripts from this place however he was bound by Creed to obey sacred traditions.

 

[I'dadr Gargon]

Location: Ordo , forward deployed somewhere at the outskirts of the city


Primary Objective: Scout and mark enemy positions and mark positions where possible foundlings would need to be retrieved. Remain Undetected.

Secondary Objective: Mark Isolated Sith Units for direct fire.


Forces: 1st Gargon Forward Recon Platoon "Rats of Gargon" https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/1st-gargon-forward-recon-platoon-rats-of-gargon.181805/

1st Recon Squad: 1 Sniper, 1 Spotter, 1 Heavy Infantry(Armed with a Heavy repeater), 1 Infantrymen, 1 Anti-Vehicle Infantry (Armed with a missile launcher)

2nd Recon Squad: Armed as above

Med Team: 2 Combat Medics, 3 Infantrymen

Signaler Team: 5 infantrymen, operates portable signal array that is connected to a Manda Tactical Battlnet System


Equipment: Pl-1 Heavy Sniper , Trench knife, Five frag grenades, Basic Mandalorian Styled Durasteel Armor.

Allies: Ordo , Korso Rook , Mig Gred , Mia Monroe , Kebii'kara Solus , Rickhardt Netherbane

Uknown: Liorra Laphisto Mya Windu , The Eclipsing Mission Eclipsing Mission

Enemies: Commodore Helix , Darth Malum of House Marr , Darth Strosius

Interaction: Open for anything.
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During Sith attacks and occupation, Clan Gargon had suffered casualties of eighty percent of their clan to rally to the defense of Mandalore. Where they were promptly intercepted , and wiped out before getting to the cultural hub of the Mand'ode. With their defeat much of the Clan's remaining resources were built into maintaining and defending their home on Gargon. For too long they had remained focused on recovering their strength and protecting their fortress sanctuary of Mount Gargon. Now was the time to help liberate the planet of Ordo , and the mountain boys of Gargon would do just that . When their had been news given that action was about to take place on Ordo, I'dadr activated his Rats for action. The great advantage about being forward recon, was one had the best pilots for forward deployment.

Two UT-60-K Pulsar's were light and quick, moving to deploy them hopefully just out of range of enemy sensors. Where the 1st Gargon Forward Recon Platoon would attempt to set up a makeshift position on a nearby hill that can overlook the city. Thats if they were not fired upon or intercepted by an enemy patrol. The fighting had already begun by the looks of it as Clan Gred's forces had seemingly engaged an unprepared patrol.

"This is Rally Master I'dadr of the First Gargon Recon, we are setting up a signal post and will be marking enemy positions. Over."

Afterwards , in a quite voice the marksman would start ordering his verde into formation. "Signal team take up the middle point of the hill, First Recon set up on the left, 2nd Recon on the right, and MEd team stick behind our signalers." , as he took a breath under his bucye he looked around as they began moving with a purpose. The signal team unpacking the portable signal relay, and hooking it up to the Manda Battlenet. Where after that was done would be mapping out enemy positions. The First and Second Recon squads covering their respective flanks. With the Med team ready to quickly respond should they take heavy fire. They all knew what to do without much explanation, now would they be successful was another question.

One thing was certain in their early phases of scouting, the defenses seemed thin. However, the enemy always had a vote.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

It was a relief to hear Commodore Helix 's words, yet, he would leave Ali- Darth Strosius to respond. It was a small comfort in a world of despair, that Zachariah Conway would be safe, in whatever he would face in that city.

There was a funny thing about fear.

You could only feel so much of it, before you fled in utter terror, horror, for what caused you to fear.

But as the famous adage went, fight, flight, or freeze.

And he would not flee.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, he had frozen when he saw him, but there was no time to freeze now, no time to do anything else, no time to give in to the cacophony of confusing and contradictory emotions and feelings. This would be the moment, he had risked his life a great many times, perhaps even other times the risks had been the same, perhaps even greater.

Kaine... Ophidia... Valery... Kahlil...

A hundred, a thousand other instances long forgotten now where his life flashed before his eyes.

And now he was marching into yet another of those moments.

The breath left him, along with the fear, tense muscles, rigid bones, freed and liberated, his eyes opened, red eyes glimmering against the growing hulk that was the man that could kill him today.

He swallowed the emotions, knowing what he needed to do.

What he needed to risk.

But what he would do, again, and again, if it meant...

If it meant...

...He had but one last thing to do.

Two last things.

He pressed a button on his wrist, and immediately, a recording of himself from hours ago was sent across to all the ships that circled around them. Malum did not know their channels, Malum did not know if they would listen, but Malum had to try.

Hope, that there was still a chance for peace, the hope that Mia and him had long since ago discussed. The hope he had said he would fight for.

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To those who would accept the comms from down below, they would witness the visage of a man upon a throne. Long raven locks framed his face, with emotionless red eyes, wearing regal dark robes, caressing under the chin of a raven, all obscured by the flickering blue glow of holographic film.

A moment passed before the figure looked ahead.

"Greetings to you Mandalorians, I am Darth Malum, of House Marr, Lord of the Tsis'Kaar, King of Alvaria, and momentary defender of this city. If you are receiving this transmission, then you are currently infringing upon the sovereignty of the Sith settlement upon Ordo..."

A moment of hesitation.

"...I am authorised to cede this world and city to you without any further violence or resistance, I only ask for time to withdraw all Sith forces, evacuate all civilians, and negotiate the guarantee of the rights of any that may remain."

The hologramed figure paused for a moment, either in thought or for dramatic effect.

"I ask that all Mandalorian forces withdraw from the bounds of this city immediately until such matters and negotiations are completed, or we will be forced to employ means to defend ourselves..."

Korso Rook Mig Gred Mia Monroe Kebii'kara Solus Rickhardt Netherbane Liorra Laphisto Mya Windu

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The Moridi- Mandalorians were already attacking, that much he knew, he could not reverse the deaths that had already happened, but if sense, good sense could prevail, then they could withdraw... and no more blood had to be shed.

And if they chose otherwise... then the turbolaser batteries would have to sing.

And the ships above, would sing back, in fiery hellfire.

He closed his eyes, he had to hope.

He had to.

There was one last thing to do, as Jasper Ordo kept marching.

Another button clicked, and he would have no regrets.

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"I am sorry for... all of this. I am sorry if this message need not even be sent...

But I will be even more sorry, if this message did need to be sent.

I am sorry I am not there for you, I am sorry I am not at your bedside, I am sorry for not saying the thousand little things I should have said.

And I am sorry, if I never get to say them.

And above else, I am sorry I never was able to say this to you in person.

I love you, Elise Ahana-Gwyneira ."

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He felt the bond open unconsciously... though... perhaps he did want it to open. He wanted no regrets.

It was a simple message, but he hoped she would understand too.

"I am sorry."

It was an uncharacteristic calm, and confidence that overtook him now, as time slowed, as he marched out of the shrubbery, marching out into the great wide open plain, marched towards fate and destiny, who in their little ways, had brought him to this point.

He found himself opposite, to the man that very well may kill him.

That very well held the capability.

"Jasper of Clan Ordo, Warmaster, Dark Lord of the One Sith, Prince of Aldeeran, brother of Mand'alor the Liberator," He recounted the titles he remembered, he remembered far more, remembered all that he had read, all that he had learned, of this truly great man. What he would not have given, once upon a time to speak to such a man, to gain knowledge from him... simply learn more of his life, that could not possibly be remembered by mere books.

But now, to face him, here and now, with a city behind him, and gazing carefully at the shotgun, wielded by the true giant of a man, with armour that had been struck who knew how many times.

Malum could only think his younger self was a fool to have ever wished for this.

"I am Darth Malum, of House Marr, Lord of the Tsis'Kaar, King of Alvaria, and momentary defender of this city, we met... briefly upon M-Mandalore," There was a great weight on his chest, as heavy as the one on his shoulders, sweat trailed his face, but he proceeded on, he needed to proceed on, "I ask you withdraw all your forces attacking the city, allow us to evacuate all the civilians, and the city, this world, is yours, without any further bloodshed," He hoped beyond hope, desperation beyond desperation, "Otherwise... we will defend ourselves, I will not let my people come to harm," He slowly, cautiously, to show he was no threat... at least right now, brought his arm to his back, gripping upon the beskar hilt of his Sith sword, flames licking its blade, as red plasma came to life, "But... I truly do not want any further loss off life."

Please.

His mind begged the one who had struck terror to the heart of Coruscant.

Show mercy.

Please.

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