Laira Darkhold
Well-Known Member
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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OOC
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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OOC
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:
*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:
- [member="Draco Vereen"]
- [member="Chiasa Vereen"]
- [member="Anija Betna"]
- [member="Muad Dib"]
- [member="Strider Garon"]
- [member="Arrbi Betna"]
- [member="Solan Charr"]
- [member="Marcus Foster"]
- [member="Jalek Arkada"]
- [member="Ali Hadrix"]
- [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
- [member="Darth Vornskr"]
- [member="Vhaeri"]
- [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
- [member="Darth Metus"]
- [member="The Traveler"]
- [member="Braith"]
- [member="Mishk"]
- [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
- [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]