Raid on Echoy'la [Mando/GR vs Prime 10v10]

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Atmosphere (Moving towards Refining Plant)
Allies: [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Braith"] called dibs on this amazing specimen.
Gear: Signature | PES | Grenades 1/2/3 (2 each) | Short Range Sonic Neutralizer

Wayland is in ruins, and overrun by our enemies the Primeval. They had gambled and dove into our space and they had won, claiming the jungle world for themselves, and leaving the Mandalorian clans in chaos following the defeat. Since then there was turmoil, there was strife, there was suffering among the Mandalorians, but it was time to strike back. Our armies have yet to recover from the exorcism of Wayland, and the ousting of so many clans from the system, and those nearby. There were few to strike vengeance against the Primeval.

But that is not to say there were none. Mandalore, after all was known for the stubbornness of its people. Old war dogs, leaders of clans, and warriors from all across Mandalore were rallied for one purpose; Spit in the Faces of the Primeval. For too long they had held the world of Echoy’la, a Beskar laden colony. As far as Mandalore was concerned that ore in the moon’s crust was ours by right, and so we were going to take it, if no other reason than to take it from them.

A single black ship slipped from hyperspace, light shimmering around it as it disappeared from sight. Three more followed it into realspace, looking down at the world, taking to its atmosphere silently, hidden. An armored warrior sat cross-legged with a pair of swords in front of him, and a mace across his lap. “We have arrived, Chiasa.” I said, rising from my meditation and sheathing my weapons. “It’s a short drop to the surface and then into the refining facility. Remember, don’t get to far from me, and take care of yourself.” I said to her, reassuringly, pressing the forehead of my helmet against hers. “I mean it.”

The ramp of the small stealth ship opened, the howling winds, and swirling storms beneath us, hiding the small transports from detection. I looked back at her as I walked backwards down the ramp. “I will see you planetside,” and then I stepped off the ramp, disappearing from sight, hurtling towards the ground.

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Location: (Wherever you are)
Allies: (Any Allies taking part in YOUR conflict)
Enemies: (Your Direct Opponents)
Gear: (What you have on you)

OOC

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Link to Echoy'la Codex Submission: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/47198-echoyla/
*Ships are merely plot devices. We had to get there and leave somehow.
Again, Straight PvP. There is a Primeval Warlord bouncing around controlled by Zambrano the Hutt opposing both sides. Just have fun with what is going on and we are all here to have fun and write a story.

Mandalorian/Galactic Republic Forces:

1. [member="Draco Vereen"]
2. [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
3. [member="Anija Betna"]
4. [member="Muad Dib"]
5. [member="Strider Garon"]
6. [member="Arrbi Betna"]
7. [member="Solan Charr"]
8. [member="Marcus Foster"]
9. [member="Jalek Arkada"]
10. [member="Ali Hadrix"]

Primeval Forces:

1. [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
2. [member="Darth Vornskr"]
3. [member="Vhaeri"]
4. [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
5. [member="Darth Metus"]
6. [member="The Traveler"]
7. [member="Braith"]
8. [member="Mishk"]
9. [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
10. [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Surface of Echoy'la
Allies: None
Enemies: None
Gear:

• Viola Coat
• Echani Fiber Weave Armor (Jung-jii Fibers)
• AE Pattern Shield
• Dauntless Blade (Taken from Eve)
• Standard Saber
• Ten Vibro Daggers
• 3 Napalm Grenades, Primer removed
• Pouch of seeds, small of the back.
• Two DC17 Hand Blasters

Solan sat while he had arrived in his own ship not long before the others whom were making their way to the surface, letting Eve remain on standby for now while his hands rested in his lap. There were likely to be many targets to choose from in their little strike here, from the lowest soldier to someone whom would merely turn his hand to send you flying. That though is what made Solan smile a little as the pain was already seeping into his mind. There were few things Solan could hold a candle to in terms of his abilities anymore. After the alterations of his memories he did not retain the same reserves that he had before of pain and fear that he used. But that would change soon enough. It was part of the reason he had come on this mission so he could get that back, simply controlling it this time rather than the other way around.​

​

He wasn't far from the refinery, a mile, two tops. But he kept his presence in the force nearly gone, leaving the others to make some noise for now while Solan played cleaner. He was no frontline fighter, as much as he styled himself to be, he was a manipulator. A man whom used tricks to win and those tricks most of the time were in no way normal. He liked it that way, if he didn't keep up with his own abilities in the way that he did there would be no point in keeping himself like this. Many times he had the chance to replace his eyes or his skeleton with something stronger or better, but no. He found the mere thought of changing what he was disgusting and he smiled as his hand gripped tighter into balls as the thought of what he was came up.​

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It would come to pass soon, and when it was over Eve would be waiting with the ship, all that remained though was how much time would pass before Solan got to have some fun once more in the place he belonged.​

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Atmosphere (Moving towards Refining Plant)
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear:

• Presidential Armourweave
• Bracers
• Nerve Amplifier Belt
• Standard Lightsaber
• Knife

There were a lot of hours in a day when you didn't run the largest criminal organization in the galaxy. While before there had never been enough time, now it often seemed like there was more downtime than she knew what to do with. So she did what women had been stereotyped as doing for decades, she took more of an interest in her family. It just so happened that her family identified as Mandalorian. Clan Vereen. Which meant there was rather more hunting of murderous beasts, recovering relics and scrapping with enemies than your average family, and this suited Chiasa just fine.

Currently they were going to have a little snarl at the Primeval, and this too suited her just fine. After all, they'd been responsible for a hefty little sum of her bounty once upon a time. Plus they were basically Sith, just crazier. Their Gods were ridiculous. Fanatics. No point trying to be friendly really.

Chiasa was less meditating, and more just staring out the view-screen having already checked over her gear when the ship dropped out of Hyperspace and Draco spoke.

"I always do, this hide is too pretty to mar."

She shot back with a grin that was hidden as she clipped her helmet into place. Echoy'la Colony only had gravity or a breathable atmosphere because of technology. If the scrapping got too bad and things got broken, she wanted to make sure she had her suit to depend on. Suffocating or freezing to death did not appeal to her.

"You mind yourself as well Viyi'ee. I need you."

This more serious, earnest, as his head rested against hers.

"Keep your comm line open!"

She added as he began his descent. She reached out through their Bond, testing and strengthening it, sending him love, support and iron resolve as well as just a touch of bloodlust. Primeval was another bastion of Force Users. It was possible there would be those who would be able to cut their Bond, or that the Ysalamiri their Mandalorian comrades carried into battle would block them. It was good to have technology to fall back on.

This said, she sprinted down the ramp, leaping out into free-fall, arrowing her body to slice through the air. Beneath her helmet she grinned. Short though they were, she enjoyed these jumps. The adrenaline. Even if there was likely to be a far more dangerous adrenaline rush waiting for her on the moon.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Near Echol'ya Colony; the Harlequin.
Allies: Miranda (NPC), The Galactic Republic, United Mandalorian Clans
Foes: [member="Vhaeri"], The Primeval
Equipment:

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• Vanguard-series Battle Dress Uniform (SecondSkin Armorweave Underlay)
• Sentinel-series Utility Belt
• CZ-836 Assault Rifle
• FWG-5 Flechette Pistol
• Taozin Amulet
• RLG Guardian Droid System

The Galactic Republic hadn't just deployed one of their most experienced and hardy officers to the frontlines for gits and shiggles. According to the orders he'd received as being a part of the Republican Army Reserves, it was a short-duration recall to active duty only for a few months - just long enough to participate in this operation and quite possibly the following clean-up ops. Whether Marcus enjoyed the idea of hopping back into armor or not, orders were orders.

"This sucks." He grunted, leaping out of his patrol craft with a rifle in hand and an arsenal of varied weaponry settled upon his form. "Don't even wanna be in this damn sector, especially not with those beskar-totin' fools who shoot before they even think. Sure hope my IFF crap works."

Miranda giggled and materialized into his HUD. "Everything should work. I've got all of your systems online and working at 100%. Just be sure to keep an eye on your oxygen supply if anything happens - Echol'ya isn't known for being hospitable to visitors." The AI disappeared for a moment before returning. "There ain't even much on this place in the databanks. Connect me to an outlet sometime."

The former Special Forces operator shifted his rifle and double checked his electronics, despite the assurance of his artificial companion. "Just make sure you keep my bird in flight. Don't crash into any big rocks, and no going to slumber parties - boys are icky."

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Surface by the mines... in the darkness.
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Mandos
Gear: Amphistaff x2, Grey Gauntlet, Saber Gauntlets x2, Double Bladed Light-Club x2

The Darkness was a home and comfort for this massive blue glowing beast, Specifically known commonly as Javik. You see Javik is a De'Nochsax and as such loved the dark as it reminded him of the caverns of dathomir his original and only home. Dathomir was owned by some people that did not take well to his species and though Javik was rather new to Galaxy and its ways he was also seasoned enough to not take any crap. Lumbering in the mining the 9'8 Beast consistently made loud popping noises from his jaw and felt the wall with his thick long hairs that extended from between his armored scale plating. His white eyes often stared in random directions suggesting that he was in fact blind but Javik navigated perfectly because he could see through other sources like Sonar, echo location, smell and excellent hearing.

Growling lightly he chuckled as smaller animals moved out of his way and fled. He was minding his business and intended to be left alone.

 

[Malok]

Location: Echoy'la Colony, Mining Area
Allies: The Primeval ([member="Setzi Lunelle"])
Enemies: The Mando'ade ([member="Muad Dib"], [member="Davin Skirata"])

Spoiler: Equipment

Armor
Bodyglove
Gauntlet
Utility Belt (Contains Sidearm, Primary Saber, Backup Saber)

The innermost ache which ripples across the body.

The ravenous yearning which plagues the mind.​

Hunger is a reality that all face...and the people of Echoy'la were no different. They, former prisoners of the Mandalorian war machine, were no stranger to the grievous sensation of craving what they did not possess. Sustenance was always a priority...yet their hunger far surpassed the basic needs of the body. As a lost people, they yearned for a culture that was several systems away. They ached for a home that some would never see. They hungered for the Resol'nare...but instead were served a foreign pantheon. They grazed upon the message of Sargon. They were sustained by the presence of His Host.

In the wake of the United Clans' failure, the Echoy'la Colony was fed.

Yet despite this provision, the Hunger for Manda'yaim still lingered. Many pined for the far flung world...And a single Sith Lord empathized with their "plight". He, a product of the warrior culture, fully understood the desperate pangs wreaking internal havoc upon many. He, a lost soul in their eyes, looked upon them with more understanding than most of the Host could provide. But did this inspire him to act? Did gazing into the very soul of a broken people...his people...inspire any deviation from the abyssal path he walked? No. While he yet understood the circumstances of the Colony, mere empathy would never deter him from satisfying his own Hunger.

He, too, ached. He, too, yearned. Not for a culture lost...but rather, something far greater. Darth Metus hungered for a gift that only the Dark Side could give: Ascension.

So as his wretched strides bore him about the Colony, his thoughts were with the people...but his soul was with the Shadows. The day had called for a voyage to this far-flung world with the intention of bringing new efficiencies to the current mining operation. Yet, "fate" would have it that something interesting would cascade down from the heavens. Like arrows, fired from a distant bow, warriors began to descend. The envoys of their coming were...hidden from all senses, enabling what seemed a manifestation from thin air. Even the Sith Lord himself would have missed their rapid descent, if not for the gasp of a nearby miner.

"Now what do we have here?" came the deep baritone that was his voice. Striding off, the Sith Lord moved in the general direction of the falling invaders, intent on introducing them to a new breed of Hunger. His body was hugged by the hide of a Terentatek: a trophy which formed the foundation for his "general attire". Elegant pieces of Songsteel were affixed to these remains...and each hummed with a dark yearning all their own. In tandem with this black melody did a single Gauntlet harmonize; and all about the symphony of Darth Metus' presence could be felt.

The coming raiders had chose the wrong rock to trifle with...and soon, they would be devoured.

 

[Hailyn]

Location: Mines of Echoy'la, Refining Plant (Subterranean Beskar Vein)
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Gear: Maw of Midnight | Plates of Scorn | Single Offering Crystal

Unlike the majority of those who were here on the Primeval side of things, Braith had only came to pick up a short order of mined beskar - of which she had been informed was relatively indestructible by her methods of combat. No spear would pierce it, no sword would rend its shell, and it could provide excellent material for the sort of weapons that the people of this era used - though she didn't see much of a reason to use such a rare metal for a.. well a hilt, really. She had, once upon a time, been what could have been considered a dark sider - though that was really only because she'd been worshiped as the personification of what was essentially that - but nowadays she hadn't even stepped an inch in that direction, although she still kept the cover of shadows due to her glaring vulnerability to ultraviolet light. Currently she found herself wearing a bit more clothing than she'd liked to - body armor at that - due to the issue of walking outside the cave systems without immediately receiving horrible sunburns on her exposed skin, and she wasn't exactly comfortable wearing heavy robes on such a dry, rocky, moon. The vein she was intending to mine had been the first of many, nearest the exit in case of complications with air quality (although she had tried to explain that she breathed carbon and various other elements, thus a lack of oxygen literally did not bother her), and due to her relative strength in comparison to the normal workers that spent hours laboring with various tools to remove the chromatic ores of mandalorian iron, she simply required an automated drill and one automated cart - she could handle the rest herself, no need for slave labor nor droids. Rather than be overly worried about how long this process was going to take - she'd spent ten millennia in a box, time really wasn't so much of a problem for her, even though she processed it for much longer periods of time (in her head at least) - Braith was instead occupied wondering if her being here would be looked upon with disapproval with her currently significant other.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

In the perspective of Aaray'ad Ba'jurir, the resident Warlord of Echoy'la

Location: Within the Warlords Hidey Hole
Allies: None
Enemies: Everyone Going after Beskar, currently [member="Braith"] (NPC Guerrilla Squad) and [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] (Directly going to engage)
Gear: Basic Aliit'gam, Light Blaster Rifle, Flechette Pistols, Slugthrower Shotgun, Shivs/Knives, and a mean Bes'bev

"<Defender,>" A close friend spoke to her as she looked at the monitoring screens. "<It would look like the Primeval attracted too much attention. A Mandalorian presence dots the sky, and it won't be long before this all escalates into a full scale battle.>" A cold glare deepened upon her face towards the screen monitoring the skies as well as the mines, which were currently guarded but evacuated due to a large beast presence.

"<They better not think their on a liberation mission, but I don't see anything else they could be doing here. Are the Primeval making any moves towards the mines... other than that big glowing thing?>" It was unfortunately, and really quite tragic that the Mandalorians assumed every world under the Primeval was full of fanatics. At one point in time, Echoy'lans might have considered the Mandalorians as part of their culture, but it was clear after several events that the Mandalorians simply, inherently, did not understand their oppression and struggle. Now they set an offensive on a world of innocents, who had just as much sovereignty to the ores present on this world as they did. What they were doing, not to the knowledge yet of the Echoy'lans, was simply atrocious. In spite of the Primeval, they attacked a world for its resources which they already innately possessed, and in the process alienated and put at risk the local residents who merely wanted to be left alone.

"<Not yet, the mines, for the most part, are secure.>" This was good news for the most part, but it was likely to change. If the Mandalorians moved for the mines, it was without a doubt the Primeval would try to apprehend the mines in an effort to protect them from their enemies... but such a move was a not too obviously political pariah, as it would ensure a nearly full scale revolt. The discontent that would follow would cripple production levels for months, hopefully years.

"<Good. Do we have any information on that beast? Could we smoke it out perhaps?>"

"<We could try.>" She merely nodded to give the confirmation of orders. Given her type of leadership, she turned around, and rallied her own men, and prepared to exit her hidey hole and enter the mines through a secret short cut only the underground group knew about. "<Ma'am, there's also some lady hoping to pick up an 'Order of Beskar'. Should we send a team to intercept?>" The youth turned around a moment, silently seething about this growing situation. This wasn't good. It was a good thing her 'army' specialized in guerrilla tactics, otherwise they would be overwhelmed by this sudden surge in enemy targets.

"<Of course, affirmative.>" She pulled her helmet over head, and spoke to one of her 'elite' strike teams. "<Alright people, we've got every indication that we are currently outmanned and outgunned, and there is some sort of monster within striking distance of our mines. We can't allow the Primeval to taint our ancestral mines, and it doesn't look like we'll have any assistance from our supporters within their government. We're on our own here, and we need to stay in cover and out of range as much as possible. Hit and run tactics, and everything you can do to hit the enemy and survive. We CAN'T lose anybody today. Our numbers are low as it is, and I can't bear to see another soldier walk away for some stupid material reason. These are our homelands, and despite my efforts to avoid this, they are here, and we need to do everything we can to deter and push them back. This is for our ancestors, this is for our families, this is for Echoy'la'yaim!>" With that, they moved out with a short roar into the tunnels, heading towards the beast.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: Mining Colony
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"]
Enemies: The Mando'ade ([member="Muad Dib"], [member="Davin Skirata"])
Gear: Primeval Battle Armor
Utility belt with Lightsaber and Blade of the Satvas

The irony of Darth Azurea being called to Echoy'la was that it wasn’t too long ago that she was fighting the Primeval herself as a Silver Jedi. In fact, the two armies had met on Ziost and the newly-minted Sith Knight, known at that time by her birth name, Setzi Lunelle, had fully intended to defend the former Sith Temple from these religious zealots, worshippers of Sargon. But the Force had other plans for her that day and thrust her directly into the arms of her former nemesis and once-lover Darth Pyrrhus. Her already shaky resolve had been broken, and she left Ziost with the Togruta, abandoning the Order and her sister, who she feared for death. Of course all of pain, grief and regret had been enough that she poured herself into the Darkside and was now a Sith Knight.

Still, fighting with the Primeval brought back painful memories of Chastity. There is no time for sorrow, Azurea, she thought. She needed to mentally prepare for battle, although her wayward emotions could be useful.

She had been called in to assist by Darth Metus, a Sith Lord she had met on Lorrd. Landing the Pirate’s Foe at the docking bay of the mining operation, she made her way into the facility, all efficiency and utility. But affliction and rage itched under her skin. Behind her thick armored helmet, no one would see the determination to avenge her sister’s death, her anguish misplaced against the Mandalorians who assisted the Silvers on Voss. It was all too convenient for her to blame the Jedi Order and all of its lightside ilk for snuffing out her sister’s life as though she had been a fragile candle.

“Lord Metus,” she said, addressing the Terentatek amour-clad Darksider. “I’m here to assist you. What is the situation as you understand it?"

 

[Jak Skirata]

Location: Echoy'la Mining Colony
Allies: The Mando'ade
Enemies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Gear: Clan Skin

Sick, heavy, yearning.

These feelings were thick in the Force on the desolate mining colony of Echoy'la. As he walked the mines with a pair of Mandalorian Vornskr he struggled to breathe in such a place. It was like none he had ever seen, even in his short time working as a bounty hunter and mercenary. As he passed the miners, his brothers and sisters, they turned away fearfully. Once proud Mando'ade now reduced to such creatures was disheartening.

Fear, melancholy, despair.

As he walked the rocky tunnels, his rifle cradled in his arms he nodded to another traitor. He didn't know. None of them knew. Davin looked the part though; Clad in Beskar'gam, dark colored armor, a lightsaber and some other trophy at his waist...That's how they all were, full of themselves and eager to show off to their fellow traitors.

M.O.S. offered its aid to the Mandalorians whom chose to raid Echoy'la, though what their aid would come as was left ambiguous. Davin was here now with them. Had been for at least a week along with two other operatives, one posing as a miner slave, with Davin and the other posing as guards. His secure comlink beeped a short pattern bringing a weeks worth of beating to an end.

As the traitor passed him and his back was to Davin, the young Skirata kicked one of his hound companions and shouted as it and the other snarled and lunged at him.

<Karking beast!> He set his rifle to stun and blasted the hounds, the blaster fire bringing the traitor's attention to him.

<What, what happened?>
<The stupid mutts tried to take a chunk of my leg! Help me get these stupid animals out of the tunnels.>

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Surface by the mines... in the darkness.
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Mandos & [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Gear: Amphistaff x2, Grey Gauntlet, Saber Gauntlets x2, Double Bladed Light-Club x2

Sound lesser sentients shouting came to his sensitive eardrums, It sounded like an echo but none of the less it was very detailed in the De'Nochsaxs mind. Sniffing the air the over sized reptile could smell the flesh of those behind him but it was tainted with the mines own smell and scents. Walking off to the side Javik put his head against the rocky wall and began to feel it all over to estimate its size. He was blind after all and could not simply look at it with ease. The sensory hairs on his body gave him all the information he needed and so Javiks limbs began to move and pull himself upward. Claws dug into the rock and his six arms flexed revealing a surprising amount of raw muscle on his limbs as he clung upside down on the ceiling. Soon he would have company and he would rather not welcome them or harm them unless forced.

The popping of Javiks jaw cease and his tribal marks all over his body dimmed as he focused on not being seen. Though one thing could not be denied... the scent that came from some of the sentient's inbound was quite delicious in his opinion.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Echoy'la atmosphere, heading for the mines.
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Gear:

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• 2x Mandalorian Ripper MKII slugthrower pistols
• 1x Voxyn Mk 2 Beskar'gam
• 1x Beskad
• 2x Bes'briik
• 1x Mk1 Omega Boltgun

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZTkg8GGEOo[/media]​

Radar? Hardly. Radar wouldn't be able to detect the stealth ships the Mandalorians were using. So, how they knew they were coming had to be some other sort of ...magic. it's not like the Mandalorians had taken to broadcasting their intent over the holonet or anything. But anyways. I digress. Right now, Anija sat securely in the seat of her bes'uliik. The cloak hid her from sight and sensors... and she did her best to hide herself in the Force. Both in the ways she'd been taught by fellow Force users, and with Arrbi's Dissembling technique.

Concentrating, Anija breathed out and let her presence blend into the Force around her, until her presence was nothing more than a whisper. It was a skill she'd been practicing since the incident with [member="Draco Vereen"]. And she hoped it would prove useful here as well. They were here for one thing, and one thing only. Any other objectives to that were purely secondary. Beskar. A metal that... for a long time had only been found in the Mandalore system. That is until the Expedition she'd joined with that was captained by one [member="Jorus Merrill"].

That had been years ago now.... and in that time.... the Mandalorians had made no move to retake a planet that was filled with their vode. And a metal which was theirs by rights. That was why they were here. And it was why she'd jumped at the chance. She had after all been one of the many who'd voiced a desire to retake Echoy'la back when Primeval had overrun it during the Netherworld crisis. She still wasn't overly happy about that. But, she'd hoped there had been wisdom in the decision to not take it back during that time. And maybe there was. She still wasn't sure.

But what mattered was that they were here... now. The storms made her scanners a bit less than reliable, but it was still good enough that she was able to keep formation with the other Mandalorian ships. It wasn't long before the pre-arranged timer went off on her console. She'd kept comm silence, in order to limit stray comm emissions. Because even a partial scrambled comm message would alert the enemy to their presence.

A few seconds passed, and she killed the blinking timer with a touch of a finger. That done, she reached up ti check the seals on her helmet and the rest of her armor. The indicators all burned a steady green in the corner of her HUD. Giving ANNE a few brief instructions, Anija then unbuckled her crash webbing and popped the canopy. The fact they were hiding in the middle of a storm didn't seem to phase her at all. Their destination was marked on her HUD. She crouched for a moment on the sloping upper fuselage of her bes'uliik and counted to five.

And then she leaped. Quickly, her form plummeted away from her bes'uliik and the other Mandalorian craft. Her attention remained on the quickly changing numbers as the meters fell away. As she watched them tick by, she thought over what little she'd heard in the way of rumors more recently. It wasn't much. There had been some whispers here and there of the Primeval installing warlords to rule each of the planets they had under their control. She wondered if the situation was the same here. Only time would tell.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: Mining Colony
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"]
Enemies: The Mando'ade ([member="Muad Dib"], directly engaging [member="Davin Skirata"])
Gear: Primeval Battle Armor
Utility belt with Lightsaber and Blade of the Satvas


Before Darth Metus could respond, Darth Azurea whipped her head around to peer at the entrance. Her body would slowly follow and suddenly, she backtracked the way she came. “I sense a lightsider close by,” she whispered in a low voice to Lord Metus.

In a flash, Darth Azurea was out of the entrance and stalking around the mines. Her desire for revenge was building at a rapid pace, and if she wasn’t careful, she could attack misguidedly and without precision. Let the rage simmer, Setzi, she warned herself. You will need your stamina for this fight. She dialed down her frustration, and instead, focused in on where this Force signature was coming from.

Suddenly she heard a blaster bolt, and then a pained yelp like an animal’s cry. Moving towards the sound, her footsteps picked up their pace until she felt that she was close enough to the mine to be detected. But her prey was still underground; she could tell that by their Force signature. She ducked behind a mining shed, and with hands outstretched, faced towards the wall of the back of the shed. With meditative concentration, Darth Azurea used Force Sight to direct her physical gaze through the wall, and then down into the mine, cutting through tunnels, rocks and caverns until she was able to visually see the source of the noise.

A human male had executed two animals, dogs perhaps, and had now turned to his colleague to say something. But Azurea could only see his mouth moving and could not hear his words.

However, she had witnessed enough to pinpoint his location.

Locating the nearest mine shaft, the Sith Knight quietly crept down a ladder and entered the mine, moving slowly towards the lightsider with the dead canines.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Refinery Plant
Allies: [member="Braith"]
Enemies: [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
Gear:

• Aesthetically Custom Blackblade Combat Armor Mk-III
• Sith Lightsaber
• F-10 Enforcer Scattershot Slugthrower
• BTI HEX Fragmentation Grenades (2)

He waited within the refinery, his eyes closed in meditation as he submerged himself with the Dark Side of the Force. He once heard Orcus refer to the Dark Side as the Dark Ocean (or something to that effect), and he found himself agreeing with the massive whale Sith. The Dark Side was an ocean, bottomless and utterly bereft of light of any kind. It's surface was as crushing as it's depths, and it took individuals with considerable will and strength to survive the pressure. Those were the Sith, whose Lords delved to the deepest reaches of the inky black, while blasphemous 'Dark Jedi' and other vagrant rogues merely dipped their toe into it's surface and dared to proclaim themselves masters of the shadow. Such weaklings brought a raging ire to bubble in his throat and lungs, oftentimes eliciting an unwarranted growl to bubble past his cracked lips.

Ah, but he was getting off track in his thought process. Let's divulge the real reason why he was here in this mining processing refinery in the first place. To be quite honest it had come to him in a vision of sorts, a sharp premonition of violence that was looming over Echoy'la like the shroud of the reaper himself, and like a moth to the flame he found himself pulled towards the coming storm. None of the facility's employees or supervisors dared tell him know, his brutality was legendary (especially in the territories of the Empire and the Primeval). So he wandered the facility aimlessly for several hours before plopping down in a perfectly secluded spot, and let the whir and unending noise of production fade away as he focused inwardly on his churning hate.

And now the time was approaching, the violence that he had sensed was on the horizon. He tuned in to the sounds around him now, shifting through the blank noise to listen to the panic-filled voices of the overseers as they comm'd for aid from the nearby Primeval patrol that a raiding band of Mandalorians was fast approaching their world. Quick enough such reinforcement arrived, and now as the two sides converged just outside he could not help but smile.

Mandalorians were his favorite foe to slay, and his skin crawled with anticipation as he rose from his cross-legged position, popped his joints, and wandered off to find the nearest point of conflict.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Mines
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Anija Betna"]
Gear: Armor, Simple Lightsaber (1), Chocolates (lots), Common Duraplast Mask (1)
Music: Cursed by Beauty - 300


The Force moved and shifted with the tides of time and space. It guided the story of its children giving them life and when it was time, welcomed their death returning them to where they came. The Force was what gathered every being in this galaxy together, past, present and future. There were those that spoke its words, understood it at a different level and could touch it - even for a brief moment. Those that had that gift were considered special, they could manipulate the Force, moving things, sensing things, and at times see beyond what mortal eyes allowed. Some children of the Force were born from it, particles called Midi-Chlorians shifted and forced together to create a living being. The existence of these beings were unusual and had an odd connection to the Force. Mortality was still in their genetic makeup, but there was something more…


One of the Force’s direct children stood before the Mines, ultrachrome armor reflected the storm that brewed over the planet. A mask covered the upper part of her face, not really for physical protection, more so for her identity. The woman was always up for games and fun – this was nothing beyond that. Her index finger and middle finger pressed against the mask against the bridge of her nose. The movement more habitual than necessary. Attention was brought to the sky as she felt that familiar feeling, the same feeling she had in the dream that had been occurring for the past few weeks.

Spencer wasn’t one to go out of her way to find out the meaning of a dream, it just wasn’t her thing despite the constant flood of visions that filtered through her dreams of sweets and holocrons. This one in particular stood out to her the most. A woman’s face, armor and the mines were a consistent in the flashes of images. She could easily make assumptions, but if she did she’d only make a fool of herself if she was wrong – no reason to alert the media over the dreams.

Reaching into the typical brown cloak a Jedi would commonly wear, she dug out a leather pouch, the back opened up as she pulled on one of the strings delicately. Inside a rainbow of color smiled back at her. “Lovely. Guess I just wait and see what happens next.” Tilting the bag to the side she shook it a bit to let a few of the candy shelled chocolates roll into her waiting palm. One by one, she popped them into her mouth as she waited to see if the Force was true or if her mind was just playing games with her.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Atmosphere (Moving towards Refining Plant)
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
Enemies: The Traveler
Gear: in my sig

Why didn't i jump first? The old man thought to himself as he bared witness to the fluffy love scene between armor clad muscle head Draco and the outlaw queen with perfect curves. The Hound of Keldabe was well known and documented in being a hopeless romantic and man whore, even into his elder years he was still able to seed the galaxy with offspring. And yet here he was, sicken to his stomach as he watched a young couple do their thing before jumping out of their ship. Maybe it was jealously, the old man has been a lone for some time now and such shows of affection have been hurting the ancient dog of war. Maybe it was time he stopped paying for love and actually went out and earned it. Just maybe....

Strider stood from his seat and made way to the stealth ship's ramp. There was a small saving grace in suffering through Draco romancing his partner. The old hound gets to free fall after Draco's criminal squeeze. Combination of the adrenaline of free falling and mixed with the view of [member="Chiasa Vereen"] 's bottom was probably going to be the closest he was going to get to sex this day. With out further hesitation the beskar clad Field Marshal dove off the ramp after the twi'lek. His covenanted EE-3 carbine was secured tightly to his chest with a quick draw sling and harness while his battleworn golden cape flapped in the rushing force of the wind as the warrior dropped from the skies. Yes, his optical zoom from his HUD was targeted on Chiasa, he could spare a few seconds to perverted leering before they hit ground side, no one would be the wiser to the intrusion.

Get with it' the old man smirked to himself to snap his attention to the task at hand. They had just leaped into enemy held territory with the main goal of military embarrassment and provocation. Yeah, the mandalorians lost on wayland but such was war. Can't always win every battle but one can learn from every single one of them. This was what made the Mando'ade the warriors they are today. A culture of warriors that fought not just their own battles but anyone else that could afford them which created their tactical doctrines to almost be limitless.

The meter countdown on Strider's HUD fell, his focus was now upon the data waiting for the magical number to close in before he ignited his jetpack.

 

[Vhaeri]

Location: Surface of Echoy'la | Near Echoy'la Colony
Allies: N/A
Enemies: [member="Marcus Foster"]
Gear: Personal lightsaber (red)

Real mayhem and chaos was caused in battles, that's what Vhaeri knew. And that's why she'd joined the rest of the Primeval to defend their faction and cause chaos in the battle of the planet Echoy'la. Mandalorians, as well as the Galactic Republic had, to her knowledge, entered the atmosphere and made their way to the planet itself. But that couldn't happen -- there was no way Vhaeri would leave these people just have a fight on their lands. If there was a way to spread terror, she had to use it wisely.

This one was definitely such a situation.

So that's why she was near the Echoy'la Colony, waiting and taking occasional glances at what was going around her. Before coming to the planet, she'd already let her hands bleed fresh blood, but at that moment, she did not have a single open wound on her -- it would have been too risky to have blood stream down her arms while fighting. So she had to hope that the blood she'd bled before was enough to give her the good luck she needed.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

In the perspective of Aaray'ad Ba'jurir, the resident Warlord of Echoy'la

Location: Approaching a portion of the mines
Allies: None
Enemies: Everyone Going after Beskar, currently [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] (Directly going to engage), @Everyone at the Mines location will get an NPC Guerilla/Covert Sniper team trained on them if they aren't engaged in a duel ([member="Darth Metus"], [member="Anija Betna"], [member="Braith"], [member="Darth Azurea"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"]) ... WHY IS EVERYONE IN MY MINES?!!?
Gear: Basic Aliit'gam, Light Blaster Rifle, Flechette Pistols, Slugthrower Shotgun, Shivs/Knives, and a mean Bes'bev

"<Approaching Target>" An friend whispered into her ear via their encrypted com channels. The team of six approached the area last occupied by the beast in the mines nearest to the surface. Their secret tunnel lead them to the lip of the mine. The others began to take positions behind and cover above the cave entrance with their slugthrowers and blaster rifles and whatever else the rebels could scrounge up.

"<Defender, you shouldn't stay there long. We're getting multiple contacts from all over. Should we send Guerilla Squads or go Covert?>" The Warlord woman grasped a gas grenade in each hand, cooking them both, as she heard the message from HQ over her coms.

"<Damnit!>" She cussed as she tossed one grenade after the other as far as she go into the mine before sprinting away and jump-jetting up to cover. "<Send snipers, I don't care if they take karking pot shots at them. Keep every one of those bastards busy, but out of sight. I'll mobilize as soon as this is cleared enough.>" Explosions sounded as the gas was forced into the mines where the beast was hiding, they were attempting to smoke him out of the mines in order to fire on him, at the very least to mobilize the creature away from the Beskar mines.

"<Roger.>" Aaray'ad pulled out her blasterifle and took aim through the gaseous smoke.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Atmosphere (Moving towards Refining Plant)
Allies: [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Braith"] called dibs on this amazing specimen. [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear: Signature | PES | Grenades 1/2/3 (2 each) | Short Range Sonic Neutralizer
Song: Take Your Tyrant

I could feel Chiasa’s slight worry through our bond, but there was little to worry about. I had a plethora of tools and abilities at my disposal to survive and there was very little that could stop me when I didn’t want to be stopped. “Of course, I’ll keep it open. I can’t have you running off alone too far.” My voice still jovial and upbeat. There was of course a little worry for her to be felt, but it was not as though she couldn’t take care of herself.

I turned my attention to my HUD and the rapidly decreasing numbers depicting the altitude at which we had dropped. The howling storms that we passed through approaching the ground helped to hide the simple ships we had arrived on for until we returned.

I could feel presences below me as I streaked towards the planet. Good. There would be a fight after all. I had been worried that we would slip in and go unnoticed long enough to gather the ore we had come for without opposition. I arched my back to bring my legs beneath me and angling the jump pack towards the ground. As I hit the green line and my HUD’s edges had a faint green glow around them my Jump Pack ignited, burning off speed as I hurtled towards the ground. It took a moment but the jump pack was able to slow my descent, dropping the last three meters to the ground, landing in a crouch.

I expanded my field of awareness, focusing on picking up the subtle hints in the Force, looking for the wake left behind by passing beings whether I could sense the beings themselves or not, rather than seeing how far my awareness could stretch.

I waited only a moment on Chiasa, “Let’s get in there and get what we came for love.”

 

[Jak Skirata]

<Aye, the queen just jumped at me for no reason,> Davin lied to the Primeval Mandalorian.

<Yeah...they say these beasts are tame, but I've dealt with enough of them to start thinking otherwise...>

A chill ran down Davin's spine. He was being hunted, something Dark was approaching. His entire body tensed up, but he tried to keep himself looking normal, though it wasn't as if the man beside him could see behind his visor. The Force was mysterious and worked in strange ways, ways that Davin didn't often enjoy but as the pair of Mandalorian would-be comrades walked through the mines the dark force got closer and closer. This coward needed to show themselves quickly, or Davin would show them little mercy.

Not that he had planned on showing any from the start.

[member="Darth Azurea"]