Scratching Names Off The Naughty List [Sith Empire VS Mandalorians - Invasion of Yaga Minor]

[Judas of Vahl]

Scratching Names Off The Naughty List​

Sith Invasion of Yaga Minor​

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Dranok the great fleet master​

has a very massive fleet​

and if you ever saw it​

you would scream and cry "retreat!"​

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Then one foggy early morn​

Dranok came to say​

Empire with your power and might​

won't you come invade tonight?​

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Aboard the Dzu'ari
Yaga Minor [SPACE]
ORBAT:
Dzu'ari (1)
Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyers (2) - Judgement and Cutting Edge

The time has come. Judgement had to be passed. Worlds would shake at their arrival, the spirits of even the most hardened of soldiers quaked in their might. The glorious Sith Empire made its return to the battlefield, a cherished ground of unique worship and displays of power. T'was such an amazing day to behold of his new Empire's power and ferocity with a stunning strike of mental and physical strength. Raw power was finely coupled by the mental fortitude exhibited in almost every single Sith, soldier, crewer, officer, and mercenary present. A multitude of beings from all corners of the galaxy congregated at a single point to dish out a single strike.

A winning strike.

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Emperor Dranok Lussk clacked his fingernails against the edges of his throne. Granted, this wasn't the real throne, still being repaired, but one that he'd sat in before. An Admiral's throne, the seating of a fleet lord. Warfare and fleeting were arts, perfected only by the most observant, cunning, and power beings of all time. Thrawn, Pellaeon, these names were nothing compared to who sat there now. A man who'd been raised since birth to be perfect, bred for warfare and the intriguing halls of the world of politics. A born natural, a trained soldier, a new Emperor. He was everything this needed for foundation. Strong, solid fundamentals to follow and instill upon their enemies and subjugated territories.

The fingernails stopping clicking as the Dzu'ari lurched out of hyperspace, a pair of Tulak Hord-class Destroyers following suit to flank the massive flagship. Immediately, fighters began spewing from the belly of the hulking metallic beast, its weapons bristling with excitement as they charged their payloads and scanned the area for prey. A pair of stations sat before the massive fleet, soon accompanied by more vessels. The stations, as Dranok was informed, were early warning systems set in place by the Mandalorians. The stations were designed to be able to provide minimal defense as well as inform the troops and fleets behind them of the incoming threat.

They wouldn't even have the chance to speak.

The entirety of the Sith armada converged on the stations, encircling them with a crossfire of turbolasers, ion cannons, rockets, and a multitude of various fighters and bombers that rained down destruction upon the stations. A broad smile broke across the Emperor's face, his golden eyes lighting up with delight as Mandalorian defenders were crushed. Death would be the only merciful thing that the Emperor would grant them.

Dranok raised his hand, "My Empire, you know what to do."

"Win."

And with that, several assault ships broke off from the fleet, rocketing towards the planet. The rest of the fleet finished off with their snacks, turning their attention to the shipyards that Yaga Minor possessed.

OOC:

Spoiler

Alright guys/gals, let's have a nice and clean fight. Sith are attacking, Mandos are defending. Simple stuff. Just keep in mind the objectives for each side:

Spoiler

SITH:

- [SPACE] Seize orbital shipyards intact through any means necessary
- [GROUND] Subjugate the Yaga, claim ground territory
MANDALORIAN:
- [SPACE] Defend shipyards at all costs
- [GROUND] Defend territory and protect local populace.

@[member="Nezuel"], @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"], @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"], @[member="Sin Lykos"], @[member="Hawke Katamirth"] @[member="Aedan Miles"] @[member="Juthan'Athar"]
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"],@[member="Marcus Faust"], @[member="Tycho Shorn"], @[member="Krag"], @[member="Grimm"], @[member="Garoth Do'Urden"], @[member="Paega Anginous"] , @[member="Olom Grihk"]. @[member="Verz Horak"], @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Horaan Estidal]

After the three weeks leave Horaan had received after their mission on Umbara, it was time to serve again, and this time it was no walk in the park. Horaan and his crew were aboard the flagship waiting for the orders. They had boarded a landing craft along with a couple of other squads to be sent down the planets surface when ready. He felt the carrier ship come out of hyperspace the sounds of ships starting up roared throughout the entire hanger. After about 10 minutes of fighting, the Mandalorian defenses were down and they had the orders to be sent down to the surface, although, Horaan wasn't quite sure where...

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan smiled, he had let the Sith fleet do what it wanted, and he himself had his squads outfitted for battle. "Captain, i want the ship wide intercom in no more than thirty seconds, any more and you will be dealt with as necessary." It only took him fifteen seconds to bring up the intercom in which Juthan spoke clearly and without a second thought to what he said. "Soldiers and Pilots of the Maw Consortium and Corsair Brotherhood. Today is the day of reckoning for the Mandolorians, your objective is a simple one. Kill every Mandolorian you find, capture the station intact, and prepare to seize your glory." He kept it short, they had work to do and that was all that was needed. He turned and walked towards the Bridge door, stopping to speak to the Captain again. "The bridge is yours, dont fail me." He stepped through the doors and headed down the turbolift as he adjusted his robes and the battle armor under it. Once at the bottom he headed to the nearest Umbra-Class Dropship and fell into the co-pilot seat, looking at the pilot and giving him the all clear signal before placing his battle mask over his face. A quick breath and the Dropship shot out, he grinned as he did the math, thirty Clawcraft fighters, thirty Shard-class Boarding pods rocketing towards the rings of the space station, each carrying ten Cragmaloids, and 12 Umbra-class Dropships carrying twenty cragmaloids each. Five hundred and fourty troops all heading towards the station, all heading towards battle and supported by their fighter escorts.

He could feel the tension in the ship, with each second they grew nearer to their objective and closer to danger. His eyes drifted to the navigation computer, they had two minutes before contact with the Station, his boarding pods would have already made contact with the station and no doubt were causing havoc throughout the station. Infact he had installed a chip in each pod to tell him their status, with that in mind he reached over and checked it, and found himself to be right. Two of thirty have already activated the Kamikazi Protocols, a third blinking out as a pod erupted in a wave of energy that could be seen from the cockpit. He would not be heading for the stations though, he would be heading for the Mandolorian Flagship.

Thirty seconds. That was all that was left. He grabbed the intercom and cleared his throat before speaking into it, this com was linked between all twelve dropships, meaning his voice was heard by them all. "Leave no mandolorian alive, and never surrender, i want to see a river of blood flowing through the halls of the shipyards and for Mandolorian honor to be stained by that river." He stared as the Mandolorian Flagship came out of hyperspace and grinnned, ordering the Clawcraft to head forward and clear a path while the two wings of Devastator fighters covered his dropships.

Note: The Edit i made was due to a misunderstanding and to prevent the use of powergaming.

@Nezuel, @Kära Vi'dreya, @Thyrian Ashborn, @Sin Lykos, @Hawke Katamirth @Aedan Miles @Juthan'Athar
@Kaine Zambrano,@Marcus Faust, @Tycho Shorn, @Krag, @Grimm, @Garoth Do'Urden, @Paega Anginous , @Olom Grihk. @Verz Horak, @Gilamar Skirata

 

[Olom Grihk]

Ground forces, forest near a miltary base.
Objective: Capture base, incite Yagai loyalty to the empire.
Preliminary goal: Gather field intelligence on quickest route to capturing the base.


Olom frowned as the landing craft took fire. Bloody Mandalorians barbarians must have taken a potshot at them. Feth. He'd have to play rough. "Hang on, troopers," he said calmly. "The nearest military fortification is two clicks north of this landing site," he said, calmly. "Follow our trajectory and bring appropriate load-outs. Demolitions squad, I'm going to need an active picture of military fortifications. Send scouting raids to grasp preliminary points of entry. I will move north, please secure and scout out the eastern and western limits of this forest."

He managed to his a clearing. Hooray for the force's guidance, he thought to himself as he quickly evacuated his squad from the carrier.

He sighed. He couldn't take the Mandalorians with a point-blank assault. That was Lord Krag's style. Kaine's style. March powerfully. He was no sword, no champion--he was a dagger, a quick blade in the back. So he just needed to find the neck of this offense....he began bringing up tactical overlays on a small holographic display. It was time to begin a serious review of the situation. He grinned wickedly, leaving the ship with his men, still sputtering smoke. He grinned, doing his best to sneakily climb into the trees. The woods were a playground for him. He kept his comm-link active. "I'll stay up top and spot the are surrounding this forest. defend and fortify the crash site until we have a strategic route to advance. I will provide coordinates after I've scouted. Move 400 meters north of the ship, and set up a basic fortification," he said calmly. Slow and steady, until it was time to make the move.

 

[Verz Horak]

And to meet the Empire's might fleet, the Mandalorians. Tje pragmatic warriors knew the Sith would strike, jist not where exactly. The Mandalorians would defend their territory at all costs. They had fought the Empire before and would win this time. An alarm had been raised when the Sith fleet started the attack. The orbital stations, mainly shielded against radiation from the unstable star, could still put up some resistance, buying time for reinforcements to arrive.

And arrive they did. Mamdalorian ships poured into the system. Mandalore's assault fleet dropped out of hyperspace, composed of the 1st Task fleet, several BBC-Class Carriers and their Kom'rk Assault Cruiser escorts, personal craft, and the ship commanded by the Mandalore, the Ash'amur Star Destroyer. A few ships, mostly frigates, left the planetary shadow, and braved the radiation to fire on Sith fighters.

Verz stood on the bridge of the Ash'amur, the Manda'yaim, which dropped out of hyperspace as the Sith assault was underway. He and his men, and women, would fight to the death to stop the Empire. When he activated the comm units and contacted the Mandalorian ships, he made no eloquent speeches, no gestures of might. All he said were two words that rang out on every bridge and every heart.

"For Manda'yaim!"

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Azrael"] @[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @any Mandos I missed

 

[Azrael]

Yaga Minor
Mandal Motors Subsidiary

Seated on the edge of Wildspace was a base of operations for many Mandalorian shipyards, giving them a stronghold to manufacture their mighty vessels of war; the planet Yaga Minor had sat in relative peace. A recent acquisition in the Sith Empire put the border of the planet dangerously close to that of the ever violent faction. Too close in point of fact. Something proven by the sudden envoy of fleet ships exiting hyperspace and starting a daring run at the fortifications and shipyards of the planet in Mandalorian territory. Alarm sounds razed the corridors of the Mandal Motors primary bunker on planet, while lights of angry red and orange hues bathed the hallways and outposts. The Mand'alor had sounded the call first, employing the vast resources and fearless resolve of the most enduring legacy of warriors this Galaxy had ever seen. Among these warriors clad in their finest beskar'gam, the Rally Master apprenticed to Gilamar readily assembled a horde of troops to get into battle positions, and prepare the ground for a Sith invasion.

"Raise the shields on all outposts, man the anti-aircraft turrets. Pilots get into your ships, and let's get the infantry setup. Take our forcebreaker squad and setup ambush points. We will not lose this planet to the sith-spit scum." Azrael barked out orders to his initiates while he armed himself for warfare on the ground. Manda'alor would need his force to beat back the ground troops and assault vehicles to make sure the planet wasn't overthrown, and he would likewise need Verz's assistance in keeping the space fleets from destroying their orbital shipyards and outposts. "Raise communication to the Omega Protectorate - call in our favors and have them rally to meet us. Contact Baron HK-36." He shouted to another initiate before turning to the console and replying to Mand'alor. "Land crews are preparing Manda'alor. These Shabla sith-scum will not best us, oya!"

With the communications in route, Azrael mounted a snake-eyes tumbler and rocketed from the outpost to a more defensive position where he would engage the second line of defense against the attacking vulture above. That's all they were to Azrael, picking on those they thought were dead. They didn't want a true fight, they didn't want to leave their comfort zone. Azrael and the Mandalorians thought differently, they were warriors, they were not scavengers.

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Twas the season of Life Day, on the Outer-Rim tip,​

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The Empire sought the Mandos; to ensnare in their grip.​

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Their fleet came in droves to plow through the skies,​

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Lussk at the helm, with fire in his eyes.​

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In simple Bravado they had awoken the beast,​

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Flaring it's nostrils, and baring it's teeth.​

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Mandalorians strong, rose with a shout,​

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Manda'alor's command to drive the Sith out.​

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Let them come with their fury, they don't stand a chance,​

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Against all the odds we will foil their expanse.​

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Darjetti are doomed, their fate has been sealed,​

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The wreckage will prove, the Mandos won't yield.​

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Twas the season of Life Day and we are at war,​

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The Sith came for land, this error was sore.​

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In the heat of the battle Mandalorians fight true,​

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So listen up Sith, because we're coming for YOU!​

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@[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="A'den Prudii"] @[member="A'den Shereshoy"] @[member="Aarrki"] @[member="Adelaide Baldesarra"] @[member="Alliera Nakamura"] @[member="Alpha 54"] @[member="Apollymi Djo"] @[member="Axiom Keirn"] @[member="Bendak Garett"] @[member="Dred Varad"] @[member="Ermac Laith"] @[member="Firax Ved"] @[member="Flynn Mercado"] @[member="Genet'orar Detta"] @[member="Halik Falkosi"] @[member="Hutuun'Kyramud"] @[member="Jensen Watson Sabbatab"] @[member="Kad Kando"] @[member="Kote Tal"] @[member="Kyle Tethair"] @[member="Mirta Kar"] @[member="Niki Manson"] @[member="Petra Cavataio"] @[member=Rach Kol-Rekali"] @[member="Sandis Veeran"] @[member="Satara Hawk"] @[member="Shane Sisko Skirata"] @[member="Silas Ward"] @[member=Squr Tyson"] @[member="Taneith Jy Vun"] @[member="Texam Halion"] @[member="Xander Lok"] @[member="HK-36"] @[member="Jorkus Ordo"]​

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat in the command chair of a ship he had borrowed from the shipyards of Serpena. Sense his deal with Circe he had not made use of any ships but times change with the coming of wars. He sat on the bridge of a Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser while it may appear outdated this ship would do nicely. Throughout the bridge the crew that he had selected for this mission hurried about their job quickly. Aedan sighed and tapped the side of his head. The Dragoon Armada he lead consisted of his command ship the Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser, 3 Dire-class patrol ships, 2 Facade-class pocket carriers, an Impetus-class Frigate, and a Raven-class light frigate. In the hangar of the Impetus and the Dreadnaught-class sat 2 squadrons of the Devastator-class heavy fighters. These fighters designed by Aedan had a pair of Ion cannons as well as their other weapons. For now though they lay dormant while the ships were in hyperspace. Aedan looked up as the alarm sounded and he let a dark grin cross his lips as he stood. “I want an armada wide com opened the minute we are in system.”

Seconds later the field of stretched out stars that showed the fact they were in hyperspace broke apart to reveal the scene before him. Sith fleets bombarding a pair of stations and a Mandalorian fleet in system his eyes widened as he saw what could only be the command vessel a ship the young pirate desired to have. But that would have to wait the Corsairs had their own task to fulfill they were to hold the fighters off of the Sith Empires fleets while they dealt with the Mandalorian fleet. His communications officer nodded to him and he straightened up. “All Corsair Brotherhood ships this is Pirate Lord Aedan Miles. Do not fear we will leave here and we will be victorious. Do you know why, because our fighter pilots are among the best in the galaxy and we have allies here. LET US SHOW THEM WHAT WE CAN DO! ALL PILOTS LAUNCH YOUR FIGHTERS AND SET UP A SCREEN FOR THE SITH FLEET DIRE-CLASS I WANT YOU SPREAD OUT BEHIND THEM! RAVEN-CLASS, IMPETUS-CLASS STAY ON THE PHOENIX’S FLANKS!”

He watched as the holograms of the larger ships started to move his grin broadening as the 2 Facade-class pocket carriers moved forward and then the what appeared to be cargo pod on their back and bellies started to open revealing within them fighters. The light fighters for this engagement had been replaced with Examen-class starfighters. The rest of them were the same. Including the 4 gunships that each carrier held these launched and moved to float alongside the Dire-class patrol ships. Aedan then nodded to the communications officer. “Open a system wide channel.” The Communications officer turned shocked his eyes wide until he saw the look on Aedan’s face and he grinned bowing his head lightly before doing as he had been asked. Aedan calmly stood knowing that a hologram of him would appear on the Sith commanders ships and possibly on those of the Mandalorians. The hologram of Aedan would bow and address one person specifically right away. “Emperor Lussk a pleasure that the Corsair Brotherhood and Sith will be working together today. And to those of you who are not aware of who I am. My name is Pirate Lord Aedan Miles founder of the Corsair Brotherhood to the Sith I look forward to working with you to the Mandalorians, I pray your ships aren't damaged too much I look forward to adding them to my fleets.” Aedan would smirk darkly to himself as he glanced at the communications officer and giving a light nod. He then walked over to the starfighter control station and activating the speaker. “Pilots of the Examen-class I want you to focus on capturing their fighters if you can. First wave I want to see you launch your missiles and then pull back right away. A missile per fighter firing no more.”

@[member="Dranok Lussk"] @[member="Juthan'Athar"] @[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Zykhan]

SPACE
The emptiness of hyperspace erupted into Mandalorian territory and all emptiness was filled with adrenaline and pure power, the Sith had one goal: destroy everything the Mandalorian’s stood for or take it for their own. Mortivious had yet to meet a Mandalorian, he had heard hushed stories whispered through empty temple halls, though he had never come face to face with one of their feared warriors; however his saber hand itched for battle already. There was a reason he had been sent to the battle, he knew how to get things done when he needed to, the apprentice had already proved very promising in the ways of combat and defense, and he was beginning to incorporate the art of using the Force to improve one’s self during either.

The battle started out as a slaughter on the Empire’s part, the fighters and capital ships tore apart the warning systems, showing the Mandalorians the Sith Empire cared not if they knew of the attack, they would fall anyways. Dogfights had just started to unfold when the ship containing Mortivious and the group of soldiers he was with rocketed toward the earth below. The display of pure destruction taking place right outside the viewing ports on the ship resonated within the Force, rippling the usually gentle vibration always keeping Mortivious in tune. Ever since he had joined up with the sith, Alaxander had found himself much more empathetic, feeding off of people’s emotions, roasting their anger and consuming it for himself. It was marvelous to see what he had accomplished since accepting his destiny.

BOOM​

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The echoes sounding within the Force were amplified when Mortivious’s ship took a direct hit, knocking out the engine, sending the craft straight into the planets orbit. The pilot had been killed in the resulting explosion and the rest of the Sith forces on board were in complete panic mode. Not Alaxander Croix however, the Sith Apprentice was still seated, eyes closed, mumbling word in an unreadable language like he were in a trance or possessed. He knew if he trusted in the Force hard enough and he believed that his destiny did not end the same as the common troops, if he believed himself to be the true future of the Sith then he wouldn’t die yet, he had many more ripples to make.

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BOOM​

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The entire ship blacked out eventually, even the hardened Sith Apprentice lost consciousness after a while. The hot burning metal and shrieking crash landing woke the apprentice up, his dark spirit not allowing him to lose this moment. The crash killed most of the people; there were a few troopers left and Mortivious. They all had minor injuries, mostly burns, nothing they couldn’t press on with. He coughed a couple times, getting the burnt metal taste from the back of his throat. “We continue forward, there was some sort of small outpost just a few clicks west of the river. I saw it before we crashed.” Mortivious gave the men a few moments to listen for the splashing of the river not too far from where they were, wherever that babbling river was was would lead them to the outpost.

Equipped with his lightsaber and a suit of battle armor, helmet included, he ordered them to march on. He questioned if his men could take out the opposition, but if they could survive a crash landing like that they could survive some tin buckets and their bug subjects, besides they may be able to salvage some of the ships parts if they got the Yaga on their side.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Finally, Krag was fighting one of the very few opponents in the universe that he felt were worthy of his time and effort. The Mandolorians were renowned throughout the galaxy for their discipline as warriors and their many conquests. They were an embodiment of what all Graug wished to be, warriors that the galaxy feared and respected for their culture. If Krag had the honor of being apart of their downfall, he would be able to rally countless members of all 3 clans to his cause and finally create a society of united Graug. Of course, what better way to claim glory than to claim the life of the Mandalore himself, that was why he was going to accompany @[member="Juthan'Athar"] and board the mandolorian leader's ship so that he could challenge him to single combat.

Krag's thundering footsteps were the prelude to his arrival beside Juthan, his large head craning over the man's shoulder before he spoke "How long will it take us to board the Mandalore's ship?"


@[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

GROUND FORCES
SUBJUGATOR-CLASS ASSAULT SHIP "MORNHUN"

The Mornhun rocketed toward the green-blue planet, accompanied by several other Assault Ships prepared to wreak havoc upon Yaga Minor's surface. Tycho Shorn sat inside the troop bay, next to a squad of Imperial stormtroopers. Next to, because he was not exactly part of. He was their leader, but he was not their comrade. Tycho attempted to learn all the men's names, but gave up after a few failures and simply left it up to the fireteam commanders. Besides, these stormtroopers never lasted long in a fight. He felt oddly responsible for that. The sight of a lightsaber drew fire like nothing else. That's why the troops referred to Sith as "Blaster Magnets." It would be good for them that he did not wield a lightsaber. At least that was something.

Tycho turned to stare at the other squad in the hangar, lead by a friend of his... if Sith had friends. @[member="Garoth Do'Urden"]. They would soon be planet side. Tycho would be glad for the company. He felt... isolated among the troops. Oh, the hard, hard life of a Sith.

 

[Paige Argous]

- Yaga Minor, Ground -

Paega coughed as she exited the transport onboard, a few dozen surviving troopers following her out of what remained of their ship. The Sith Empire had launched an invasion on the Mandalorian planet of Yaga Minor, and the blonde Sith Knight had been given a small, and what turned out to be a rather fragile landing ship as well as a couple dozen soldiers to lead as one out of many Imperial forces part of the ground assault on the Mandalorian planet.

Getting into the actual planet had proven to be a challenge. Paega was quite sure that no ship had managed to get past the Mandalorian's line of defense without taking any damage. The ship that she had been onboard had been almost shot down, and a very risky gambit by the pilots was the only thing that had allowed them to crash land in the planet. Fire had started onboard, and there had been malfunctions with the engine. The crash land had cost them about twenty six or so soldiers, but a good solid half remained in okay conditions with minor injuries.

Her former master Dranok Lussk and now the Sith Emperor was leading the space assault as far as Paega knew, and she was also aware that a Sith Master was supposed to be leading the ground assault. But at least for the time being until she was contacted by the Sith leading the ground assault, the blonde Sith decided to figure out where exactly she was on the planet. "You five, follow me. The rest of you, guard the perimeters of our crash site." she instructed, and led five troopers in scouting her nearby surroundings. A few minutes later, Paega came across a stream, or what appeared to be like a river. Her data showed that the nearest Mandalorian fortification was a few miles off near the river. From what she could tell, she and the troopers were in for a bit of a walk.

 

[Aithne Charr]

@[member="Krag"] @[member="Verz Horak"]

Juthan looked away from the screen to Krag, then back at the screen reading off the time chart. "Twenty five seconds, just enough time to prepare for the quickest massacre in history." He grinned and picked up the intercom again, looking at the screen. "Clawcraft pilots, i want a wide arc around the Dropships and devastators maintained, Devastators, i want those ion cannons charged and ready, your to fire them on my mark in fifteen seconds." He started the count down and counted off the seconds. 15, two clawcraft lost in a dog fight. 14, three clawcraft take out the Mandolorian fighters that destroyed the two Clawcraft from before. 13, the break in formation caused a massive influx of one on one dogfights, leaving only ten fighters in the arc. 12, two more fighters down, three enemy. 11, Another fight down, no enemy. 10, a wave of TIE's take to the field and join in with the Clawcraft taking out five Mandolorians. 9, the Mandolorians counter, reducing the TIE and Clawcraft fighters by ten. 8, two enemy are removed from the field, three allies destroyed. 7, no casualties, fighters are breaking off from their dogfights. 6, Clawcraft reassemble and TIEs head after the Mandolorians. 5, anti fighter fire is turned on the Clawcraft which are forced to take evasive maneuvers. 4, a dropship is hit, causing it to be destroyed after two more hits. 3, The clawcraft engage the anti fighter guns and draw their fire. 2, the Devastators move forward. 1, Let fire rain down on them. "FIRE." The Devastators release an Ion Cannon barrage on the ship's hangers, allowing for a breach in the shields as the Dropships rocket forward. Two more are caught by anti fighter fire as the remaining nine enter the hangers and land, clearing the area using the rotating guns that were manned. Casualty count, 18 out of 30 clawcraft, all drop pods have gone Kamikazi and the Mandolorian stations are covered in charred holes. The devastators are enroute back to the Carrier, and three dropships were lost in the attempt to get on the flagship. But it worked and they were here.

 

[Yag'dril'sil]

"And a one and a two and one two three four." Mirshen slowly moved around the ground area, one of them at least while she set down the crates. There were more then enough weapons and supplies for this assault and he checked the chrono while looking up. The battle would begin or had it already begun as he hand tapped the iron skin. it wasn't always a good thing, no it was not great either. Aedan had never asked him who his parents were or where he hailed from just expected him to do as directed. Well that came at a cost... He stood with his people... His people as of a few months ago damn adoption and he was a grown man usually. Now he just needed to breath in deeply preparing while the red mask came over his face and sealed. Let the crags come, hell let the sith come he had some secret weapons. The mando's knew how to fight and had the tech to deal with force users.

So he had prepared his area setting up as e-webs were prepared for the clearings. While another ship was being shot down. His voice came while he cracked knuckles grabbing a L3 river rifle. He switched on the comlink and spoke going to a corsairs channel. "Hello? Hello is this thing on? Okay GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD Morning corsairs its your friendly neighborhood Mirshen and best buddy I am going to make you an offer. Leave now I don't want to force you into a dungeon ship. Not very fun besides can't you see your greed and lust for power is breaking my heart? Nothing... Alright then it will just be here to spite you." Mirshen looked at the soldiers with him in full suited beskar'gam as he spoke switching off the channel. "Alright they might have the numbers and they might have been beaten with the ugly stick but you know what we got that they don't have. Purpose, to them this is another world but to us to you this is something that has been fought for, that brothers and sisters have died for. So we're going to fight them here on the ground, we'll fight them in the air and we shall fight them on the beaches because they going to be made our bitches aight? You feel me now lets take them apart and show them why we have lasted this long."

 

[Kila Cadau]

Yaga Minor; Ground

Conventional wisdom said that plumes of smoke from a crash site were not good, stay away. Conventional war wisdom said...well, honestly, Kila didn't know what conventional war wisdom said. What she did know was that conventional Mando wisdom said "screw wisdom and go kill the enemy if they're still alive from having laughably terrible pilots." Not that she could talk, but, whatever.

Resisting the urge to race towards the plume of smoke at attack speed, the Rally Master forced herself to slow down, signal to the two Initiates that had come with her to step off the trajectory. It wasn't a perfect misdirection, but if she got any advantage out of it, well, she'd take it. Granted, the last time she'd fought a Sith she'd had pretty much no combat experience, but she would still rather not have a repeat of last time.

@Paega Anginous

 

[Allison Willamina]

@[member="Kila Cadau"] @Paega Anginous

Allison had followed the rally master, these were her people after all and the tank of a mandalorian finished securing the final pieces of her naast beskar'gam while her ten foot three inches hefted the e-web turret as a rifle. Several thoughts raced through her mind at the prospect but all that truly mattered was here. If they repelled the sith it meant they could take the fight to them possibly or it meant more wars were going to come. She wished for the second, always fun to kill sith and now that some had gotten on the ground well... It meant only good things. At the signal Allison moved letting the beskad click against her armor and everything was ready. Let them come and fight it was a thought she relished.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Darth Mortivious"]

Shink... shink... Shink... Basaba crouched looking at the crashed ship while her vibro knucklers ejected and popped back in. There was plenty happening here and right now... Right now her grin came from the enjoyment of sith coming. Oh she longed to snap a neck as her crushgaunts flexed letting the blades eject again. The ones with her barring the symbol of Chai La and Dxun. After what had happened... she had made sure the other blade sisters knew. Now they stood at the ready for defense of the planet. Or at least the outpost several miles away the sith would have to walk to. That would give them the advantage of circling behind them and another smirk came across her face while she spoke letting her steps move quietly. "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."

 

[Lavania]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Lavania stood letting herself tap the staff on the bases wall. There was much that would have to be done and she spoke. "Ensure the chamber is prepared, if we require it we should be ready." Since Dathomir was in Mandalrian space her sisters had joined them or at least in this... There was reason to fight together. The sith weren't something you just accepted or enjoyed, too much violence and destruction compared to honor. It was why she had chosen to fight against them here and much like the other nightsisters who had come their mutilations gave them power. Her eyes showed the force and what was around her senses flaring as the bowls of ichor were a welcomed sloshing sound. "It shall be an interesting day."

 

[Kadala Kotyc]

YAGA MINOR:
Ground, Near Military Base

Light the flames of war, the fools have kicked down the door
We shall show them our spirit, we're fighters to the core!
By the end of the night we'll prove we are right
And they shall scream and run in fear of our might!

For you see...

They are the bane of every nation's current generation, the cause of imagination degeneration in the civilizations, with filthy occupations and lack of an education they attempt to glorify their imminent eradication!

While we prepare for war, a force to be reckoned with, hands held high we beckon them to near, we'll drown them in fear! We are Mandalorians, the only true warriors!

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Light footsteps penetrated the silence, creating the beat for a mental war hymn. A blaster was held tightly, all of its components shined and cleaned a thousand times. Mandalorians were always ready for war. Always ready to march into battle and slay any who attempted to get in their way. If the Sith thought their fight would be easy, they were wrong. Perhaps the Mandos were outnumbered. It mattered not.

They would simply shoot three times and come back home victorious.

Force and anger were no match for calculated strikes, honor, and the Mandalorian way. Only one winner would arise this day. And it sure as hell wasn't going to be a whole bunch of brats wearing robes and capes, pretending to be the best damn thing in the universe. Nothing would stop the Mandos today. Or tomorrow, or any day. They could beat the odds. Over centuries they had proved that. If the Sith wanted to be beat up again, that was fine with Kadala.

Hachinian would enjoy the show. All the bloodshed, with her champion in the middle of it. One final, silent prayer was sent to the blood Goddess. Kad asked that her blades be sharp, her accuracy unstoppable, and that her enemies be worthy opponents. And then the girl was off, running as fast as her beskar'gam would allow. There would be a better position for her in the trees. No Sith would escape her sniper rifle this day.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag snorted with pleasure as he heard Juthan's words and watched the battle raging outside of the shuttle. Some of the Sith ships exploded into brilliant displays of dust and light while others overcame their opponents. Krag paid the ship combat little mind, however, for he was fully concentrated on the Mandalore's ship that was growing larger and larger as the shuttle came into view. Krag grinned, turning to Juthan and speaking in his deep voice

"Send a hail to the Mandolore's ship...I wish to issue him my challenge."


@[member="Juthan'Athar"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

YAGA MINOR, GROUND

Adenn Gra'tua was on Yama minor, his red and black Mandalorian armor standing out from the landscape. He looked up at the sky at the Mandalorian and imperial ships, he drew his railgun and made his way to the closest military base. It took him no longer than five minutes to get there, he stopped to stare at the sky again. He checked his railgun charge again "guess there's gonna be Sith" Adenn said "that's going to be a problem"

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