Taking the High Ground [Mandalorian Dominion of Aeten II]

[Anija Betna]

Aeten II​

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Aeten II. A planet long-held by the Mandalorians, but not without cost. Over the years many factions across the galaxy had tried unsuccessfully to raid it... or invade it and take it as their own. And yet, it remained firmly within the Mandalorian territories. Over the past six years, Mandal Hypernautics had expanded their operations on the planetoid. More mining facilities had been erected, and the labs expanded. But most importantly, the denses around the planet had been increased. A cooperative effort between Hyperion Security, and the Mandalorian Protectors had seen to it that the facilities were well-protected.

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That did not however, mean that the planet was impregnable. Feth.... with as much had happened over the past week or so, there was no telling. Communication lines all over Mandalorian territory had been disrupted or cut off, and a great many of their people had vanished, including Mand'alor himself. That fact alone had left a cold lump settled in her stomach for days. Manda only knew how many others were missing. Or worse.

Shaking herself slightly, Anija glanced up from her tactical repeater as the flicker of pseudo-motion across the viewscreen disappeared and the stars blinked back into existence. All contact from Aeten II had ceased almost two weeks ago, and that worried her deeply. she had no way to know what the situation was until she could get eyes - and comm gear - on the ground. And so, she set about to do just that. Her task force was not large, but boasted several carrier vessels with Mandalorian troops and small craft - landing pods, and a few fighter sqaudrons. Not knowing the situation on the surface, sh'd tried to gather as many resources as possible.

Taking a deep breath, Anija drafted a message to the fleet, and dropped it into the fleet-wide comm net. That would ensure it reached each and every person that had come to Aeten II. <Vode. This is Rally Master Anija Ordo. We have been hit hard, as have millions across the galaxy. We have lost friends... loved ones. But still we fight. To regain our strength... and to honor and avenge those we have lost. Our task...while straightforward, may not be simple. Our objectives are thus: Secure the mining facilities and any stockpiles of stygium. Secure the Mandal Hypernautics labs in tandem with Hyperion Security forces. If you encounter anyone who is not an employee of Mandal Hypernautics, Hyperion Security, or a Mandalorian, secure and detain them. If they resist, you are authorized to use what force is necessary. For our vode... and For Mand'alor!>

[member="Ordo"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Cennika Hawk"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Kyr Jendri"] | [member="Kal Izka"] | [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Evi Sohl"]

 

[Talise Skirata]

[member="Anija Ordo"]

The young woman sat at her post in the dropship waiting for the orders to head ground ward her plain grey armor held no markings but spoke volumes. She was wife to a murdered husband, mother to a murdered son and she would morn them until there was no life left in the galaxy.

Her deep brown eyes blinked through her vision modes and checked the ammo read outs from her Vornskr scatter gun and her MT-14 blaster pistols. Her besbev was on her belt in its sheath and she blinked again to activate some music as she waited. This was the life of a warrior people and she would live it in her family's stead.

 

[Velia Vella]

[member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Talise Skirata"]

Looking at herself in the mirror, Velia saw how beaten up her gear was. The galaxy was in chaos and opened doors for mercs to get a good coin. Still, marks of war were seen on her armor. A thought of maybe after this, she could return home for repairs. Until then there was a call from a Rally Master for assistance. Picking the Taung looking helm, it locked to the back section of the head set she had on. This removed the last trance of Velia and left Val standing looking at himself.

Val matched down the hall to the hanger to board a drop ship. He sat down to wait with weapons strapped on. The blasters were holstered on his belt as the rifle stuck up over his shoulder when being secured to his back. They were not anything special, and they did not need to be. As long as they dropped targets to the ground, then they were good enough. So he remind quiet among the others that waited.

 

[Strider Garon]

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

Location: Aboard Drop Ship
Objective: Secure mining facility
Team: Ori'ramikade

Was time for this old dog to be let out and play. It had been far to long since he had mixed it up on the field of battle with his suppercommandos. As of late he had been sipping spiced caff as the younger pups got all the glory. Not this day, the old hound was dressed to the nines; beskar clad, armed to the teeth and protected by the might mando'ad iron will for victory. His ancient but trusty EE-3 blaster carbine slung comfortingly across his chest, secured with a tactical quick draw sling. He had a bandolier strapped across his shoulder and chest plate with his secure pouches filled with many different and beautiful surprises.

Field Marshal Garon's old eyes looked upon his ten commandos all similarly geared up as walking tanks. The Ori'ramikade have come out to play, may those that appose the mandalorian occupation rest in piece. Their Drop ship was ushering them to their first target, an important mining platform with in a sea of lava. this planet was hot and Strider thanked mando tech for the environment control system they had with in their armor or this mission would be interesting.

"Alright Vode! Touch down in two minutes! Game faces on"

 

[Ordo]

[member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Velia Vella"] [member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo checked his fragstorm and his ripper as he sat with the other members of the Ori'ramikade. His green armor with it's black joints was as old as his career and it was good to be back in the old skin.

"Gear check." He said to the Vod beside him as he started his own check, "Ready when you are ner vod."

He cycled his vision modes and turned his audio off and on to check his HUD then helped the people beside him check their gear.

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

Location: Dropship accompanying Strider's
Objective: Secure mining facility

Out of all of these iron clad warriors prepared for combat and action Corrick of style as he was dressed in a leather jacket, combat boots, a white plain old t-shirt, and denim pants. Now, why was he here participating in this operation of retaking a world that once belonged to Mandalorian Territorry? To repay the bill of his new Master [member=Arumi Zy] as he was teaching him the ways of the force and the darkside. On this mission instead of having firearms and explosions his only weapons were his lightsaber and the force that he was an amateur of using, but that would change as he developed with the aid of the Mandalorian Dark Jedi Master.

Silent he was and still had a neural face expression as many T-visors were looking at him.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member=Ordo] [member="Velia Vella"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Talise Skirata"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

~NPC Opposition Force~​

@Ordo @Strider Garon [member="Velia Vella"] [member="Talise Skirata"] [member="Anija Ordo"]​

The Mandalorians dropped out of hyperspace, probably expecting Aetan II to lie down and be taken back under their wing. But the confusion left in the wake of the vanishings had left the station and the world widely in disarray. A splinter group of the Dread Pirate Iron Wolf's crew had come and taken the world and the station that hung over it easily in all the confusion. The Mandalorians had pushed them out a long time ago when they first took the world, and they had simply...taken back what they thought was theirs.

Alarms blared throughout the commandeered Ara'novor Station. Pirate ships which were waiting for this moment dropped out of Hyperspace, only a few cruisers, and opened fire on the Mandalorians. While normally the Ara'novor only held a token force to defend, the pirates had taken out all of the freighters and construction shuttles and replaced them with starfighters. Squadron after squadron flew from the station as the once quiet sea of stars erupted into a deadly dance of turbolaser and ion cannon fire.

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Location: Rodarch-Class LAAT
Objective: Retake Ara'novor Station; Draw Iron Wolf Splinter Pirates fire
Team: Ori'ramikade/Red Force Commandos

The LAATs rumbled as turbo laser fire erupted around it. The pilots and gunners returned fire as best they could, but some of them could not escape the combined effectiveness of capital grade Ion cannons and deadly pirate fighters. Many were lost on what was supposed to be a routine power-up mission. Gil's grip tightened on the crash webbing that kept him from flying from his seat as his pilot desperately tried to get to the station's hangar.

He looked to his men. A mix of Ori'ramikade and Red Force commandos. They were all terrific fighters, some of the armors he recognized, others he did not. Not all of them were coming back after today.
Turbolaser fire clipped the wing, sending alarms through the ship as the shields were depleted. Cursing under his breath he tried to keep calm, but his helmet's HUD continued to bleep as LAATs were lost one by one. The shuttle shuddered as it passed through the atmospheric shielding of the station. It crashed and slid dangerously along the hangar floor and the pirates surounded the shuttles that had made it through. Standing up his shoulder cannon whired to life, setting up the aiming reticle on his visor. With a grunt he pushed passed the others and as the bay doors opened he fired, dispersing the pirates with a blast after blast. The commandos charged down the ramp shouting and the hangar erupted into chaos.

 

[Talise Skirata]

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Velia Vella"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Corrik Rade"]

She finished looking her gear over as the loud music played in her ears. She held on as they dropped out of hyperspace and made a bee line for the station. The sounds of laser blast erupted around them. She held on as they slammed into the station as the smell of scorched electronics and burned Ozone filled the air.

She was first up her scatter gun on her shoulder as she jumped out and layed down cover fire as the rest of the team disembarked.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Aboard Drop Ship
Objective: Secure mining facility
Team: Ori'ramikade [member="Corrik Rade"] [member="Ordo"]

Contact reports were filling up Strider's HUD. Seems that this mission was gonna be just as hot as the planet itself. "Lethal force authorized. Seems there be folks in need of killin hold up on this planet. So lets grant em their wish" The field marshal snarled as their drop ship touched down on the landing pad of their primary targeted mining facility. With in the drop ship's troop hold the lights went from red to green signifying it was go time. The ramp slammed down with a metalic *thump* and the doors flung open.

"OYA MANDA!" Strider roared and he rushed down the ramp, his blaster carbine at the ready. Off in the distance there was a raw built barricade infront of the access door to the facility. From a quick head count there were five hostiles holding that position with a E-Web repeater. The commando's were in a killing field, out in the open with no significant cover.

"SPREAD!" The Field marshal commanded as the pirates let the repeating blaster cannon rip at them. Strider would instictivly use his jet pack to rocket himself into the air for better line of sight. With veteran like reflexes he would extend his right arm out and let loose his wrist rocket, aimed at the E-web position.

The ordinance would make contact with a brilliant explosion that would render the weapon useless and from the looks of it, killing one of its operators and injuring the other. The other three hostiles opened fired on the mandos with small arms in attempts to hold them off from breaching the door.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Objective: Take the Station
Location: Ara'novor Station Hangar
[member="Talise Skirata"]
The smell of melting paint mixed with plasteel filled his nostrils as he and his force of Ori'ramikade pushed forward. Some of the pirates had taken the armor from the fallen Mandalorians which was making the push much harder than it had to be.

<Shriek Hawks! Jet up to that balcony and take upstairs, we'll hold and push down here!> Shriek hawks of course meant anyone with a repulsor pack or jet pack. About two dozen from his own crew flew up , blasters firing and scatterguns crashing. A young Mandalorian was blown back by the force of a blaster. With a grunt, still moving forward Gilamar grabbed the young lad by the arm and hefted him, slapping the back of his helmet endearingly. He held the crest of Skirata on his armor. "Get your shebs off the ground vod!"

Shouldering his own blaster rifle he fired into the Pirates as his shoulder cannon swiveled, laying down surpressing fire for the shriek hawks. This station was built like a fort, and the Pirates were making use of the floor and wall cover panels that had slid up, slowing the Mandalorian offensive.

 

[Ordo]

Objective: Mining Facility. ..again
Squad: [member="Corrik Rade"] [member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo came down the ramp behind Strider and dropped to a knee as the fragstorm shotgun barked like a rabid vornskr at the gates. The sound of the E-web was one he knew well. He stood to make a rushed advance and was hit center mass by a blaster bolt and smiled as he watched the red beam bounce off the Beskar'gam. His weapon barked again as he rushed then dropped prone. The E-web exploded and he was back to his feet running at the gates.

 

[Garza]

Location: Aboard the Ara'novor Station hangar
Objective: Take over the Station
Gear: Armor, Hammer, Double bladed lightsaber,

The command came to take over the Station from the pirates. As much as I would have liked to be on the ground, We needed a place to station and to take over. While I was not fond of being in a ship or station on fire, I knew that most of it would be fine. There was almost no way we could lose this fight. The Pirates had already been low in forces because of the take over they had. Now it was our turn to take them out.

Flying across the station in an LAAT that had been with the main vessels to exit hyperspace, A majority of us landed in the hangar bays. Many ships were hit on the way over. The one I was in with other vod was clipped as we were literally 20 meters from the shields into the bays. Barely making it in with the vessel sliding to a stop and crashing into a few of the pirate's ships. I didn't wait for others to get out before me. We needed to get out of here before they would use anti-vehicle weapons on the ships. Blowing them up would have been their best bet to get rid of a whole bunch of us at once.

However we swarmed them like bees on a rampage. Charging them with all sorts of weapons. I had out my hammer as I charged them. Rushing them as vod fell from getting smack in the helm with a blast, or in the chest with a few of the stragglers ahead of their group. Here I decided to take the attack. Slamming my hammer into the face of one, hearing the crunch of bone and the explosion of blood from the man's face. I knew he was not going to have a good day.

Moving on from one man to the next. Using my hammer, fists, and even a few Spartan styled kicks to send pirates to whatever afterlife they believed in.

 

[Talise Skirata]

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Xander Carrick"]

She swiveled at the hips as she picked targets and pounded at them with the scatter gun. The dull sound of scatter shot hitting beskar was one any mando would know well and it gave her a new sense of determination as she realized the fight would be a hard one.

She rushed forward at a Star Wolf renegade and dropped to the deck and slid between the much bigger man's legs then came up with her besbev plunging it into the man's inner thigh and severing the femoral artery. Beskar'gam was not going to be enough against the people that lived in it.

She continued the advance and made it to a maintenance hatch. Her small size was for once an advantage as she slipped in and called up the station schematics. Iy was time to go to engineering and make the station work for them.

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

Location: Dropship
Objective: Secure facility

So, they were to kill on sight on anyone who had a hostility attitude towards the Mando. Good, they could save money for maintaining prisoners that they could capture and use that money for weapons, ships, tools, you name it. And besides, it want Corrick's style to show mercy to those who were smart to attack him. Pretty sure these Mandos had the same mentality that anyone who offered offense would get their lives reaped.

As the ship finally landed the invaders were greeted with hostile fire from their does especially from the E-Web blaster from the defenders. The saber was ignited and the Dark Jedi ran with a squad of Mandos as they scattered to divert the enemies attention.

 

[Aedan Miles]

OBJECTIVE: Assist and vanish
ALLIES (hopefully): [member="Talise Skirata"] [member="Xander Carrick"] @Ordo @Strider Garon [member="Corrik Rade"] [member="Anija Ordo"]

Aedan Miles sat in the dropships on a single Dire-class patrol ship the members of Clan Akaata scattered about at first they had questioned it why help those who had exiled them? Why help them after what they had done in the first place. But those were the orders of the man they followed. Aedan himself was wondering why but no matter what they called him no matter how badly the punishment the Mando'ade were his family and the Resol'nare demanded that he help them even if they didn't wish it. Sitting in the dropship as it parted from his ship the small force from Clan Akaata plummeting towards the planet suddenly his beskar'gam heavy on his shoulders responsibility for his actions and his clan mixing with its weight. Glancing out a small window he sighed and prepared himself for troubling times falling through the atmosphere fire from air defenses causing the ship to rattle. Looking up his violet eyes glowing as he drew on the force using it to fuel his body and mind he stood standing tall. "My vod I know you question my decision but know this is the right choice. Today we help our Vod in the Mando'ade move fast strike hard and stay safe. I can guess at their goals we will assist them as we can under no circumstance are you to fire on our family. If they demand you surrender than do so they are our family and this is the right thing. Now for Mand'alor." Echoing cries echoed from his ship and the others his words transmitted to his clan as the dropships plummeted down whatever happened Aedan knew this was the right choice.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Aboard Drop Ship
Objective: Secure mining facility
Team: Ori'ramikade [member="Corrik Rade"] [member="Ordo"]

Strider would hit the ground running after he deactivated his jet pack with a short burst to make his landing soft. Only three pirates pinned down behind their barricade was all that stood between them and the main entrance and the beskar clad commandos were rushing their position like feral strills upon prey.

"NAYC ADENN!" The old warrior would let out his battle cry 'NO MERCY!' in their native tongue of mando'a. The Field marshal would rip into the first Pirate that stuck his head up to fire at the baying Mando. three round burst hit the scoundral center mass dropping him dead. Now it was up to the rest of his team to lay waste to the rest, then they can work on the door either with complex slicing methods or the more subtle ways of the explosives.

 

[Garza]

Location: Aboard the Ara'novor Station hangar
Objective: Take over the Station
Gear: Armor, Hammer, Double bladed lightsaber,
People close: [member="Talise Skirata"], [member="Gilamar Skirata"],

Slamming my fist into a man's face, followed by the swinging of a hammer into his gut, I sent him sprawling into one of his comrades. One man rushed me with a vibrosword raised high. I took two steps towards him, and kicked straight out into his chest. Breaking through his smuggler like uniform and smashing bones beneath his skin. A umph came from his lips as he landed on the ground followed by my boot smashing down on his face. I could feel his skull collapse under the pressure of my foot. When I was looking down, I was smacked in the side of the head with a blaster bolt.

I reared backward and to the side as I looked up. Seeing a man with a pair of heavy blaster pistols aimed at me. I smiled as he fired a few more shots. Only for me to raise my arm and let my bracer take the blast as I ran at him. He only had time to shoot at me three times while I ran. Two of them hitting me. Once in the bracer, and once in the chest, while the last one was thrown wild when I punched him in the throat. Hearing the smack of my fist, and the sudden snapping of his neck, he fell to the ground like a bag of hammers.

I continued to move on. And watched as a woman used a flute to stab into a man's leg and then moved on like nothing happened. My only thought: Um, I really don't want to piss her off. I moved on myself. One man trying to take aim at her as she ran, however, I bashed in his skull with the face of my hammer. Sending him literally flying back a few feet to stop by sliding.

Once more, I fought on.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

The blast doors at the end of the hangar hissed open and the cover panels were flipping up and down, causing chaos through the renegade pirates' ranks. The Mandalorians pushed forward through the blast doors . Technical issues were crippling their defense and that short break was all the Mandalorians needed.

Stepping forward, his shoulder mounted cannon mowed down pirate after pirate as they surged forward. Forward the Mandalorians marched. As always, ever onward, ever forward.

 

[Kaveh Garshasp]

Shriek Hawks the old man called them. An interesting title.

She along with other "Shriek Hawks" rocketed up and over the railing of the balcony over looking the hangar. Her leather palmed hands found purchase on the durasteel railing and she swung her feet over, planting them squarely in some pirate's chest, her blaster planted a bolt into the helmet of another. It felt like she was moving in slow motion.

The others charged forward over the rail, blasting away.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Aboard Drop Ship
Objective: Secure mining facility
Team: Ori'ramikade [member="Corrik Rade"] [member="Ordo"]

The Ori'ramikade unit swept in and made quick work of the remaining pirates that held the barricade in front of the access door. Once they were killed and their death's were ensured with the famous double tap the commandos would set up a defensive perimeter while the Old man placed det tape on the main doors. Last time he played with such explosives he nearly killed himself and his team... a mistake he does not wish to repeat.

Placing the right amount of det tape for a proper breach was an art and hopefully Strider did his job right. With a quick hand signal the commandos would all fall in behind Strider, huddled against the wall close to the door. They were all stacked up and ready to make rapid entry once the charge's did their job.

Strider counted down and with a press of a button a magnificent and well placed explosion tore through the door and the commandos would burst in with out hesitation. Strider being the first one through the breach would be met with small arm blaster fire. There was another crew of hostiles held up down the hallway waiting for them. Strider quickly activated his shield that gave him a protective barrier and absorbed the incoming attack while the commandos behind him set up to deal with the enemy proper.