The Baying of the Hound ( Mandalorian Domininon of Ord Radama)

[Werdla Dardalab]

[8/20]

"Less talky more shooty."

"Always so eloquent."

"I'll burn through any shield, y'all drop them."

"Got it."

As much as she loved the Riot Gun, this was a job for the Repeater. While it's damage output wasn't on the higher end of the scale, it ate through shield exceptionally well, and considering everything, everyone and their mother and dog was shielded these days, this was important. Out around the door frame, down on one knee. The advancing droids were quite close, the was immaterial, she fully expected to get shot a few times, she just trusted that her armour could handle it. Particularly since with blaster bolts there was less of the kinetic impacts that could shatter bones and cause internal bleeding without ever scratching your beskar. Oh there were definitely going to be bruises. There was no doubt of that as their focused fire first fell upon her, but that was it.

The rest of the Squad was watching through her HUD feed, and as soon as the shield on the first droid dropped, Harampr and Beraga were there. Harampr laying into them with his heavier blasters and Beragas carefully aimed shots finishing it.

If they didn't work together as well as they did there would have been the risk that the focused fire could have heated her armour up to an intolerable point or breached it. Beskar didn't make you invulnerable, just close to. As it stood, with only five droids, no part of her armour reached anything more than warm before they were cut down.

"Should I pull a droid brain?"

"I guess? Couldn't hurt."

Came the reply with a shrug.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

[9/20]

"Also y'got your details wrong."

"What?"

"Y'got your details wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno who Captained this thing and I don't care. Command is just to see if there's any logs worth pulling. Then we're going down."

"I like this plan."

"I can and will hurt you."

"I'm interested in what you actually mean and not just innuendos."

"I'm interested in both!"

"We are after an individual, but he wasn't on this ship. Well. I mean he might be on this ship now."

"What? He's still alive?"

"Feth no, but he might be kinda like.. smeared on."

"Ew."

"Pft, you drop a ship like this on a city, obviously you're gonna hit a few folks. Frig, it's half an acceptable tactic."

"What?"

"Sure, if you're attacking a planet, and their fleet is doing pretty damned well against yours, but you know that a bunch of their leaders or the families of their soldiers or whatever are all in one place, drop a ship on 'em. Lots of things can stop a shot, very little can stop an entire ship."

"La that's brutal."

"Piratical wisdom."

"If I go into a fight, I want to win it. Maybe if we were a little more brutal, a little more cut throat we'd still have Wayland and our territory."

"Maybe."

"If those fething fanatic hadn't shot my karking leg off and covered me in acid I could've been there."

"I'm not sure one squad would have made a difference."

"No but we could have tried. We might have helped. I fething hope we get the chance to hit them back soon. They owe me a pound of flesh, and I intend to collect."

"I'm with you on that."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Ord Radama's capital
Allies: Vode
Objective: Conquest
Post: [1/20]

It had been a while for the Mandalorians return to their roots. Not that they abolished the Resol'nare and became pacifists like a splinter cell of Mandalorians that existed during the Clone Wars. Of course, they had brought planets within the Mandalorian fold but they tried their best to be diplomatic and evade tensions that would bring blood. Nevertheless, force would be brought upon their subjects if their hosts wouldn't have come to a mutual agreement that could be respected by both parties. Unfortunately, for the Mandalorians, the people of Ord Radama were too stubborn to accept the terms that were given to them instead of the Hammer of Mandalore. That being said, after the Mando'ade spent so much precious time to come in an understanding with representatives of Ord Radama they had no choice but to conquer this world. It was the last thing anybody would have wanted. Whether the Mandalorians would succeed with victory or fail with defeat they would always leave a gruesome dent on the world they sought to dominate.

From the skies of Ord Radama countless of Mandalorians descended by basilisks war droid, drop ships, or their jetpacks and was greeted by raging AA shells. The first one to have casualties, between the defenders and the attackers, would be the Mandalorians. Though, that wouldn't determine the outcome of this battle. Once the leaders were captured and forced to surrender then the Warriors of Mandalore would be the victors, or extinguish the brave men that dared to oppose the Mandalorians. The latter sounded more difficult and the obvious choice was to pin down and submit the people governing this besieged world.

The Redneck was on the ground with his unique crossbow in hands and two dual WESTAR 34s in holsters. He descended to the ground of Ord Radama with his repulsorpack after exiting a drop ship that was in the air. With him were platoons of Warriors who's sole objective was to reach the palace containing their targets, storm it, and capture them as hostages. "It's gonna be a rough ride, vode. But that ain't gonna stop us cause we're the best damn Warrios in this galaxy, and you're gonna show me and those karkers that we are something to be scared of. Now, move them shebs!" he ordered to his men that were mostly initiates with a mix of some Rally Masters. But Vilaz was in charge of these units and no one else except his Field Marshals and the Mand'alor. Right after he gave an inspirational pitch to his Warriors they began to run through the streets of the capital, returning fire to their adversaries as their minds were taking them to the Capitol Building.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

[10/20]

There were a few more droids on the way to the command center, but really, when the droids were woefully outdated, often damaged and lacking in numbers they were no impediment to a squad of highly trained and experienced Mandalorians. For anyone with a knowledgeable eye and who was looking for it, signs of death were everywhere. The Harrower class had run with a crew of roughly 2,400 after all, and that was discounting any of the over 7000 troops it could transport. After all this time though, much like the crew cabin they'd taken shelter in, there were very few things that could easily be identified as part of a corpse. Maybe if it had been in space, known for preserving things, but this was on planet. Buruk Squad was more than capable of identifying where bodies had been, they just didn't much care. When you regularly saw people actively dying and were often the cause, remains from thousands of years ago were hardly anything to get excited about.

"How much longer do you think this will last before it starts to collapse?"

"I dunno, how long do you reckon space-treated heavily reinforced hull plating lasts?"

"I wouldn't build too high or heavy if I were them above is all I'm saying."

"By now most of them probably have no idea what's down here."

"That makes me wonder what might be under us at home.."

"Dirt."

"It is all a bit simpler and more straightforward there isn't it?"

"That's why it's home."

"I'm going to need juice from more than one person to even try and boot just the nav computer."

"Okay."

La, Beraga and Harampr moved closer to the console, letting Jidte access their back up power packs. Unless they had to, neither Jidte nor Sasctyr's packs would be touched, since both were more likely to need it to slice things, run scanners, analyse or search for information.

"Feth. Nothings happening, give me a minute."

Pulling off a panel, Jidte began digging through cables and wires, following them to their sources, searching for gods only knew what.

"Ha! All right, let's try this again.."

"Light are coming on."

"I can see that. All right, I'm pulling the data. It'll need to wait till later to go over it, I'm not sure if its corrupted, encrypted or both."

"No worries, we're not going to go chase down Sith coordinates right away anyway. We finish our business here, help with whatever's going on up top and then we can worry about any data we get from here."

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

[10/20]

"Wait, Sith?"

"Yeah mate, you didn't figure that out yet?"

"No?"

"Not like the ones we got now. Old ones. Dead ones, obviously. Would think just the ship design would've told you that. They were never very imaginative."

"I've only seen a few corridors, I don't know what kind of ship a Harrower is!"

"Pft, lazy, you're HUD is tracking where you've been, you should have a rough idea by now."

"Vod, I just shoot things... I dunno if I want to follow the trail of old Sith. They were into some weird stuff."

"Well I ain't saying we go anywhere it's still.. tentacle-y or anything."

"Or Ghost-y."

"We met a ghost, he's just annoying."

"Yeah but he's a pacifist, I don't think a Sith ghost would be."

"It's a bloody ghost, just ignore it. What it going to do, make spooky noises at you? Give you dirty looks? It's dead."

"Well I've heard stories is all I'm saying."

"Yes, right, I'll keep that in mind and not send us anywhere that might give you nightmares."

"I'm not- I didn't mean- I'll go any damned where and fight any damned thing!"

"Good!"

"Downloads down."

"All right, let's head down then."

 

[Ordan Vosk]

Location: Ord Radama Capital; Random Building
Allies: None
Enemies: ???
Objective: Escape with my loot
[1/20]

​

...remnants of the Black Sun still existed throughout the galaxy. While the Black Suns might not be a major force any longer they still existed in the sense that they were a criminal enterprise consisting of multiple gangs. Ordan hadn't given much thought to the gangs he controlled allowing them to be known as Black Suns regardless of the fact that the organization itself was made up of several groups now. When word passed through the urban landscape of Ord Radama the call eventually reached Ordan who was sitting pretty in a safehouse counting a pile of credits. As the door to his room came swinging wide he instinctively reached for the Obliterator SMG that was laying nearby until he relaxed a bit seeing one of his men..."What is it?"...he grumbled..."You almost made me lose count."...then the story was recounted to him...

....Mandalorians!? Here on Ord Radama!? He should have known this day would come, known that so close to Mandalorian space and with war going on between them and the Primeval that they'd eventually seek to claim as much territory for themselves as they could but Ordan had been content to amass his credits. Glaring across at the man who'd disturbed him Ordan would have said..."Send word down the line that we're evacuating. Prep the transports and freighters for our arrival so that we can leave."...then Ordan turned back to the pile of credits on the desk he'd been sitting behind and muttered something..."Now I'll have to count this all over again."...but he was on his feet and making preparations to salvage as much as he could...

...there was a time when the Black Sun and the Mandalorians could be considered allies but with the Hutt Cartel allying with the Primeval and the Suns having some ties with that organization there was no telling how they would react now. Outfitting himself in his Kraken Armor, the black gloss giving it a particular eye-catching sheen, Ordan took his Obliterator in his right hand and a sack that he'd use to shove as many credits into in his left then he was on his way but man he didn't feel good about leaving all those other credits behind. Funny thing too he'd even managed to get himself a lightsaber, the trademark weapon of any force user, he won it off a bounty hunter in a sabacc game. Lucky him...

...and well that was that, Ordan was off moving through the halls of the building he occupied towards the lower levels and his escape. Gang members filled the halls right now and they were either doing likewise or arming themselves for a fight...​

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Ord Radama's capital
Allies: Vode
Objective: Conquest
Post: [3/20]

The order was given, and Graad rushed the building. He barreled through a large door and hit the wall for the vid behind him to come in firing. With the bodies cleared, they pushed down the corridor marking off which room had been cleared, and which had been barte shut. If the people hiding didn't get out, they'd blow with the building. Graad called out as much as they cleared to the next building before the charges were set. With a nod, the building was set for demo. The Mando'ad were leaving their mark.

 

[Levy Willamina]

Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Conquest
Post Count: 6/20
Allies: Mandalorians

The Dela transport came over a ridge as she was heading towards the capital and with the sister driving Levy was almost standing on the roof of the transport. The pint sized mandalorian was letting her armor gleam as the vong cloak bent the light around her and she blew out a line of smoke from the deathstick as she came back in hearing the others who were there. "Woo more vod are showing up lets get in there and not miss a thing. I want this beast firing the main cannon into that crowd of enemy soldiers we find." There were nods of confirmation as the grenade launcher fired with soft thunks while the rail system fired off into an enemy or two.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Ord Radama: New Raido (Capital)
Objective: Conquest
Post Count: 6/20

The squad moved up to the next door. Sensors picked up five lifeforms with in the apartment. Strider would be the first to the door and gave it a heavy knock to catch their attention and to test compliance. "OPEN THE DOOR!" He would yell, his grizzled deep resonating voice would boom as if itself could knock the door from its hinges. There was scuffling with inside and sensors picked up panicked movement but nobody answered back nor came to the door.

"Have it your way" The old man snarled, taking out a breach charge and placing it upon the door. Once the charges were set Strider would prime a stun grenade to aid in their room breach.

The count down went down and then *BOOM!* The door would shatter inwards and without hesitation the old man tossed a stun grenade into the room. The moment the sonic boom went off the mandalorian warriors would flood the room, weapons drawn. Strider put two in the chest of an adult male Twi'lek while the rest of the family was physically subdued and restrained.

 

[Ordan Vosk]

Location: Ord Radama Capital; Apartment Complex
Allies: ???
Enemies: Mandalorians (Nominally); Strider Garon (Possible)
Objective: Shooting my way past the Mandalorians enroute to escape
[2/20]

​

...the lower in the apartment complex that Ordan descended the louder the sounds of gunfire, explosions and screaming became causing him to realize that the Mandalorians had already arrived and were cleaning out this complex. Gang members flanked Ordan, armed with generic weaponry and a few specialty arms that were seen on the open market acting as protection for their leader who was a lieutenant in the Black Suns organization. As Ordan shuffled down a stairwell he'd hesitate, the complex shook and then stilled again and he'd have let several men pass in front of him on their way to the next level down before he followed again. The Door they had headed towards crashed open and cries were heard from the gang members...

...further down the hallway of the level they'd burst into several Mandalorians were standing guard outside of an apartment that had recently been breached. Ordan came up behind the other Black Sun soldiers and growled..."Don't hesitate. Kill them all!"...then he leveled his Obliterator SMG, squeezed the trigger and let loose a hail of gunfire in the direction of the Mandalorians. The Black Sun gang members did likewise firing their weapons and ensuring that the hallway was appropriately saturated with firepower that started to chew it up. "Push!"...Ordan had shouted as the firing began and bullets started to fly amidst the opposing forces...

...the sack of credits was still gripped tightly in his left hand while the right worked his firearm and amidst the various soldiers that accompanied him as an entourage Ordan was actually feeling pretty good about things in then and there. Of course he didn't know that [member="Strider Garon"] along with several other Mandalorians had been the ones to breach that apartment only moments ago or he might have felt differently. After hearing about how the Mandalorians were treating the populace of Ord Radama he couldn't be blamed for his reaction to them though...​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Ord Radama Capital
Allies: Mandalorians
Objective: Conquest
Post count: [2/20]

If there was one thing that the Rally Master promised to his units of valiant Warriors was that it was going to be a rough ride to get to the Capitol Building. He sure wasn't stupid or ignorant enough to promise his men that this was going to be an easy operation and everyone will be going home in one piece. That was not how the game of war functioned, and the Bounty Hunter knew this very well. Some would bite the dust and join the Manda with the other Mando'ade that were in that holy realm while the others would continue to fight on for the Vode, for Manda'yaim, and for their culture. Those fallen today would be remembered and honored with decorations, so would the other but with less medals.

Fighting and pushing through the streets of the capital the Warrior and his men were, unfortunately, struggling with advancing. By this pace they'd be all dead or they would be stuck and trying to survive the bloody firefight. A solution must be made quickly before more lives were lost. Thinking fast and trying to find a tactical answer Vilaz had his eyes set on a skyscraper that was less than one hundred meters. "Quick! Make it to that building!" he ordered his troops and began sprinting towards complex that would be used as a temporary haven for Vilaz and his Warriors. From there he and his subordinates would coordinate a plan that would be effective and efficient for the whole unit, as well as the rest of the Mandalorian Forces.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: In Transit to Ground
Objective: I Dunno, Kill stuff I guess
Forces: 68 Aliit Vereen Warriors
[5/20]

With the system sufficiently secured and the ships in system sitting in a holding pattern it was time to make our way to the surface of the planet. "Rally the boys, lets get to the ground and help where we are needed." I said aloud. The four men standing around me, members of my Aliit'Drahr donned their helmets and moved off the bridge, going to prepare their men for combat on the ground and transit back to the planet. Where ever enemy soldiers where hiding, away from where Clan Garon had assaulted the planet, we would go. Clan Garon didn't need assistance, and besides, from the data I had, they hadn't been exactly picky with their targets during their initial assault. I wanted to fight, not to slaughter.

"Sir, small town outside the capital city, local paramilitary are hunkering down and preparing for the long haul. We should root them out before they are given too long?" one of the Aliit'Drahr said over the comm-link.

"Alright, prep the orar'uliik's , we will take a pair of them to the surface and use them as close air support if we need it. Lock and Load."

"Oya"

The two groups of warriors roared the traditional Mandalorian battlecry and moving onto the two ships with the precision of battle hardened veterans. I myself joined the loose meld with the Aliit'Drahr, to assist in cooridinating the warriors in battle and spread my presence across the space between the two shuttles. There was no fear. Only hunger. The hunt is on.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location= Capital
Objective: Exterminate!
(1/20)


So the Mandalorians had come to Ord Radama and unleashed a violent campaign of conquest and subjugation in order to claim this world. In a way it was a return to their roots, to those of the Mandalorian hordes from the days of Revan and Malak. One might debate the ethics....but Caerys was not the type to do that! It was no exaggeration to say that the HRD was utterly pittiless.


The order had been given to cow the planet into submission through a systematic campaign of subjugation and she would follow it. For this was what gave her purpose, the never-ending, eternal drive of organics beings to mete out violence against one another. Sometimes for resources, sometimes in the name of religion or just because. The motivations were endless, the outcome always the same. Ruined worlds, thousands if not millions of lives extinguished and forgotten. As long as organics warred, she had a purpose, which was why unlike certain other HRDs she saw no logic in ridding the Galaxy of organic life. So without further ado, here she was in the capital. During her shuttle's descent it had come under heavy anti-air fire and been damaged, but here she was now. On the rooftop of a dilapidated building, hiding behind cover with a shatter rifle. This was a beautiful weapon due to its immense power and ability to penetrate most forms of personal armour.


It was ideal for the process of elimination that dictated this city be cowed through the selective application of terror. If the operation was successful then taking over the rest of the planet would be far easier because the population would be too terrified to resist. Of course, it might counterintuitively give them the somewhat illogical desire to resist even more fervently....but Caerys did not particularly care either way. From her vantage point on the building she had a good view of most of this block.


The enemy had been hit hard by the Mandalorians but was still in for the long haul. Hence why many wrecked houses had been turned into improvised small fortresses, mine fields had been laid and such. Fortunately the Mandalorians had artillery and she could relay information to it. Such as about a small armoured unit that was currently making moves inside the city, putting Mandalorian troops under fire. Then there was the thunder of heavy artillery roaring, like the cry of a wrathful god. Enemy armoured vehicles died in a storm of shell, flames spread, men died. Aiming at the survivors, Caerys let loose a number of precise shots to take them out. She was deaf to their cries as their lives were extinguished.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

He was late to the fight, but that was fine by him. He'd rather be a little late than not show up at all. In the skies above Ord Radama tracers lit the air and shrapnel wickered through the clouds. Through it all ships and shuttles and starfighters danced and tangled, brief and brutal clashes of flame and death before once again returning to the intricate minuet among the lofty heights.

"Angel One to Angel Flight," Betna called over the comms for his flight. Each flew a Bes'uliik starfighter, each was a skilled pilot in their own right. "Engage at will."

As if a pack of wolves waiting for the leash to finally slip, the flight broke formation and leapt upon the starfighters and ships in the sky. Enemy craft blew apart in blossoms of fire or spun to the ground in contrails of smoke. Betna jinked the starfighter up and over a Mandalorian dropship and pushed the stick down, bringing the custom Bes'uliik starfighter into a dive. Finally hearing the chime of a solid lock, he sent a pair of warheads from the launchers mounted on the starighter's underside. The enemy starfighter he'd targeted disappeared in a ball of fire, chunks of debris raining down to those below.

Without a word, he yanked the stick to the side and back, pulling the starfighter up and to the side, away from the debris. His ship was plated in beskar, but that didn't mean he took his chances when unneeded. A quick maneuver later and he'd lined up another shot on another target. A quick burst from blaster cannons sent yet another starfighter spiraling down, smoke trailing from the jagged rents he'd opened up in their hull.

As he brought the starfighter level, he looked toward the ground. Perhaps something there could benefit from the heavy mass driver he'd mounted to the last hardpoint.

[1/20]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: In Transit to Ground
Objective: I Dunno, Kill stuff I guess
Forces: 68 Aliit Vereen Warriors
[6/20]

The Orar'uliik gunships disappeared and went dark, the sensors of the battleship picking up only light ion trails behind them. That was probably something that needed to be worked out later down the line. There were some contacts I could speak to about that, but it would be nice to have them fully stealth capable if we wanted them to be. "Hit the atmosphere quiet. I don't want our opposition picking up us breaking the sound barrier." The pilot nodded and moved to repulsors as the ship skipped on the atmosphere, then popped into it letting the Orar'uliik coast as it slowed due to the air resistance. "Put us a one thousand meters over the target and we will jump the rest of the way. Once we get to five hundred meters come in for close air support."

"Right." The mandalorian said, settling in his pilots chair as I moved from the cockpit to the passenger compartment. The circle on the bottom for hull cutting split open and the rear ramp opened quietly. The overhead lights dimmed and became red, softly pulsing the seconds away.

"Get ready." I could feel the other troops on the other ship moving the same way. They were ready for the drop. Jump packs checked and ready to handle the rapid deceleration needed to save the wearer.

The lights changed to yellow, pulsing still and numbers synced to our HUDs at this point. Thirty seconds. Twenty. Ten. Five. Three. Two. One. Green lights and the Mandalorians warriors leaped from the ship, swooping towards the surface of the planet, the landing zone targeted on out HUDs. Above us, the Orar'uliiks came back into sight, swooping wide drawing fire away from the descending Mandalorians. Their beskar hulls able to take the small arms and the medium fire the enemy was putting up with ease.

Repulsors fired and men arched upwards, letting the jets take the pressure and speed off for the last hundred meters, dropping with a thud amidst the populace, the local Paramilitary scrambling to adjust to our positions.

"Go and get em." I said over the comm-link, pushing the thought to watch for civilians through the Force. The Aliit'Verd may not understand the broadcast, but the Aliit'Drahr would. No useless bloodshed. There was not sport in it.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Up on a small hill he found something he could do something about. He gently pulled the stick to the side and the starfighter lazily rolled over and down, the nose gradually lowering until the bunker he'd spotted was visible to the front of the cockpit. He gave it a few second to get within range and make sure the craft was steady, his careful eye watching his gauges. Once he figured the time was right, he let loose.

Three heavy blaster cannons and a single heavy mass driver opened up raining hell and death down below. The shots traced up and onto the bunker blasting debris and flames high into the sky. He held the trigger for a few more seconds and let go, pulling the craft up before it was too late. Behind him he could see the explosions of ammunition as supplies inside the bunker cooked off, the heavy weaponry cracking the bunker and sending it flying in pieces.

Satisfied with his work, he started looking around, searching for more things to destroy. Meanwhile, in the skies above, his flight kept up their deadly dance and sent enemy ships down in flames or smoke one by one.

[2/20]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Suburbs
Forces: 68 Mandalorians
Objecitve: I will think of something.
[6/20]

Here comes the pain. Already from the descent some of the Mandalorians were shooting at the paramilitary on the ground. The bolts and slugs raced from barrels to bodies in rapid succession and the small explosions from grenades lit up the area we were landing in. As we descended some small arms fire caught a few mandalorians in the chest, some of them falling out of the sky, even as the rest of us slowed to land gently, the impacted with significant force. It was the risk we all took, but it wasn't one that would go unnoticed. How dare they kill one of ours, was the thought I could feel running through my soldiers as we landed on the ground.

"Split up and go. Take em out but police your shots boys." Aten called as his lightsaber extended and he started deflecting bolts. He was a good kid. Bothos however lead his small group straight into a group of people, that atleast appeared to be military or armed civilians and began hacking with his own lightsaber while the men with him slashed and butchered with heavy axe-like Beskads.

I myself, drew my two blades and began carving a path through those that I found in my path. There weren't many, but there were enough to keep us busy for a while.

 

[Levy Willamina]

Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Conquest
Post Count: 7/20
Allies: Mandalorians

The Dela came over and she watched it hit one of the running males who could fight them a moment before his body was launched in the air with his body banking around a building ragdoll style. She made the look of it while standing on the barrel of the cannon for the time until she was letting her finger point. "Come on , lets go and help the hound before he finds some of the woman and makes a showing of getting more kids." The smirk on her face though while she blew out a line holding the deathstick between her fingers and firing the gun to mow down a wall they were crashing through.

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Location: Capital
Objective: Search and Destroy
Post Count: 1/20
Allies: Mandalorians - [member="Kenna Raine"] | [member="Shae Kalin"]

Well what do you know, another day, another hell hole. The warrior smirked as he took a deep breath. Such was the life of a Mando. "Drink up me hearty's yo ho."

CRACK!

Turning toward Kenna, he gave a quick nod. "Alright, sniper down. You're clear. Let's take that look out post and rain some hell down on these bastards." Activating his active camo, he took aim once again scanning the area for anymore hostiles while Kenna made a break for the next leg in their path to the objective.

Fortunately, their task was simple. They didn't have to worry about taking any positions. They were in the happy situation of simply needing to inflict as many casualties as they could no matter where they happened to be in the city.

While Malcom was in his element in this environment, this was his slave Kenna's first time in an actual battle. It was today that they were testing out the training she had thus far received. While he had the utmost confidence in her abilities, he'd be lieing if he said he wasn't at all concerned.

While he waited for Kenna to move forward, he quickly turn to Shae, his other crew mate. "How we lookin' back there Shae?" He asked by way of confirmation that they were still clear to move without risk of being flanked from behind.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: Suburbs
Forces: [member="Draco Vereen"] and 68 Mandalorians
Objective: Sniping off roof tops.

Nothing would be more then just to have said to Draco she would stay up on the ship. How ever this wasn't her at all, she hadn't gotten dress up in this armor for looks. No in a way she had hoped that they would given a change to take this ground side. It was the curve on her lips that told those around her that she wanted to go. Asking if she had fired a weapon before she as like always smarted her mouth of. "You bet your booty I have sweetie peas."

Then all the other happen so fast finding once again a sniper rifle in her hands. Off they where with hands on training as they went. Thinking that she would tag long be close to Draco but that didn't happen as she loaded on the other shuttle. As soon as they touch down she was off at dead run something she didn't have to be told twice by the one that would be her officer in charge of her. Even so she keep her breathing at a good slow pace with the aid of the force.

After she was in place with her spotter, it seem this one willing to come with her to see what she had to offer to the clan. Just not some pretty face, doll, after all Draco wouldn't adopted her as sister if he didn't know she had some other skills to offer beside her business agriculture skills.

Getting on the comlink inside of her helmet which was still kind of getting use to this. "Draco in position like a mother bird come home to nest to protect her young, sweetie.