The Eyes of the Galaxy | SJO Invasion of the UCM's Azure Hex

Asaraa Vaashe · Jul 24, 2019

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[SIZE=11pt]The violence of the Galaxy never ceased. Time and time again, tyrants rose up among galactic society, seeking to dominate the rest and drive forward their personal vendettas. Yet the Galaxy has never been forced to fend for itself whilst there are Jedi willing to take on that burden, keeping the innocent from knowing the pains of War, only the spoils.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Many a Nation has risen to power, some falling and others reigning supreme, yet all the people of the Galaxy understood that there are always consequences for one’s actions, and when the Galaxy descends into chaos, the Silver Jedi Order bears the military and political influence required to safeguard the vulnerable, and to encourage stability once more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]So it was today that having witnessed and done their utmost to avoid being drawn into war, any hope for discussion or diplomacy ended after the devastation of Eshan. When the Clans struck H’ratth, the final stone was cast at the Order of the Silver Jedi, no longer able to risk inaction at the expense of other Nations. The Clans of Mandalore under the rulership of Mandalor the Infernal had shown that they hungered for War, baring their teeth to the Galaxy, proving themselves unworthy stewards of the people and planets under their domain. The crimes of the Mandalorians had placed the responsibility in the hands of the Silver Assembly of Kashyyyk, to organise and move upon the borders of the Mandalorians, to demand that Mandalore the Infernal answer for the crimes of the people under her leadership, alongside the remaining leadership supporting her reign to submit to the Galaxies call for justice. [/SIZE]

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SJO Tags

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UCM Staff

[member="Yasha Cadera"],
[member="Skorvek"]
[member="Cynthia Solus"]
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UCM Allies

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[member="Kay Arenais"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Cardinam"]
[member="Fiore de Noir"]
[member="Ronan Vizsla"]
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[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Kahlil Noble · Jul 24, 2019

The Jedi had done nothing. War was suppose to be the last line to be crossed, but the Silver Jedi had chosen to strike. Chose war over peace. They came with their guns pointed, their lightsabers brandished, to make demands instead of searching for peace. Kahlil stood within a Mandalorian vessel, seated alone. The Silver Jedi had forced their war, and so he had no choice.

They would bring war that would ruin the lives of those who didn't deserve it, and he would do what he could to protect those innocent people. It was a Jedi's duty to protect all life, not just the lives of those under their banner. That was how his father ruled his Empire. But he was nervous, his leg rapidly lifting and falling as he tapped his foot. It wasn't nerves. It was fear. Was he making the right choice?

Would he have to fight the people he had begun to think of as family?

"Please, let there be peace." He whispered the words, his hands held together in prayer to anyone that would listen. "Don't let the Jedi cross that line."

Zef Halo · Jul 24, 2019

LOCATION: ABOARD THE WARTHOG, ENROUTE TO AZURE
UNIT DESIGNATION: TASK FORCE RAIDER
OBJECTIVE: BOARDING, EVENTUALLY.
EQUIPMENT:

ARMOR
THE DARKSABER
SIDEARM
3x STUN GRENADES
MANDALORIAN VAMBRACES [canon shield replaced by WRIST SHIELD & canon blaster barrels and flamethrower replaced by WRIST ION BEAMER]
VIBROKNIFE

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

The eyes of the galaxy were upon them.

With the recent incursions and raids of Mandalorians, Antarian Rangers High Command formed Task Force Raider, a unit of specialists, to counter the ongoing and very real threat of Mandalorian incursion, Sith aggression, and the uptick in piracy, slavery, and attacks in Silver Jedi space, without creating the need for a new unit, or a large military response.

Amon found himself detailed into it. All around him stood the colorful, mix-and-match band of those detailed to Raider both temporarily or permanently. Most were Rangers, but a few were Jedi and even fewer were allies from different nations, such as the Confederates. For whatever reason, the Mandalorian was given a leadership position for this operation. Were they once more testing his loyalty? Sending him in a more responsible positions against his cultural siblings? Blood against blood? Will he crack?

No.

Not with the murder of his sister, [member="Tamara Wren"], during the Red Coronation piercing his heart like a poison-tipped spear. Not with the Exodus of clan Vizsla away from their birthright, their home, their everything - Manda'yaim. Not when they corrupted and all but stained the word Mandalorian. The pretender and her ilk had a debt to pay to Ronan, to Amon, to Clan Vizsla.

And he was here to see it done.

"Check your gear and equipment, one final time. Revise the battle plan if need be." Amon said clutching his helmet. A frigid wind carried his tone to those around him. "Signal green if you're ready."

One by one, green lights implying status: ready would light up the chain-of-command all the way up to the theater commander - Admiral [member="Gir Quee"].

His empty eyes aimlessly found themselves lingering a bit more on [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Setter Ryburn"], [member="Mariel Dawnrider"], [member="Bushi Nadora"] and [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. Perhaps the wheel of the galaxy had weaved an invisible thread binding them together in the name of fate.

Amon put his helmet on and signaled green.

The eyes of the galaxy were upon him.

Scherezade deWinter · Jul 24, 2019

Location: Aboard the Warthog, enroute to Azure
Objective: Keep the troops entertained until we reach our destination!
Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | A pack of Cards Against the Silver Order
Allies: SJO & BFF's
Enemies: UCM
Specific Tags: [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Mariel Dawnrider"] [member="Bushi Nadora"] [member="Kat Decoria"] +Anyone else in our team

For the fourth time in less than as many months, or three if you counted the fact that the first one only had her body but someone else was inhabiting it at the moment, but still – here she was, sitting on a vessel, this time with a bunch of Silvers around her, headed to another Mandalorian planet that had to be cleansed.

Even though it was not her doing, it seemed like the universe was slowly aligning itself to satisfy her wants. So many wars and battles were happening now against those who were until not too long ago known as the Mandalorian Empire, and she was doing everything human, plus afew quite inhuman things, to be part of that.

Sacrifices had to be made along the way. Scherezade's brain had been burned with memories of her grandmother when she came out of the pebble a year and a half ago, memories that included the long blood feud between the deWinters and the Mandalorians. The memories had been so intense that the first time she had seen [member="Darth Metus"], and did not know who he was, her body went into rage and she almost killed him without ever a single conscious thought passing through her mind. She'd been so young then, barely a month or two into existence. But she'd adjusted since. Those who insisted on waring the colorful tuna cans were split very sharply in her mind. You were either a good Mandalorian, or the only of good Mandalorian that meant you were a dead Mandalorian. There was no mercy. There was no middle ground. All those who belonged to the second category would die, and she would be involved in as much of their deaths as she could be.

Really, she blamed her best friend, [member="Daisy Americus"] for it. Daisy had become Scherezade's friend when Scherezade had been at the lowest point of her life, and had almost killed Daisy's brother because he said the wrong word at the wrong time. It was the start of a good friendship. The only bad part of it was that it made the circle of Mandalorians that Scherezade outright protected bigger and bigger. First it was Daisy and her brothers, but then it was all her aunts, uncles, cousins, cousin's cousins, roomates, and more. She swore, that Americus clan bred like bunnies. And then there were of course the Mandalorian Protectors in the Confederacy, who were off limits to her acid and blades. Bah hambug, is what she thought about it. But she kept to those specific rules like a good girl.

And here she was now. Ready to massacre as many Mandalorians as she possible could given the upcoming scenario. Ships would be running with blood. Inside organs would be moved to the outside. It'd be glorious.

Which was why they all needed some team spirit before they went for it.

Scherezade had been sitting for the better part of the previous hour dealing Cards Against the Silver Order. She'd explained to all those who'd been there – and a few innocent people who'd walked by and were drawn into the game as well – how it worked.

"Okay, okay, next card!" she announced, one hand gripping her tummy as she burst into another wave of laughter, "When I think of Riding the Dragon, I always consider _________________"

Ooh, she had more than a few ideas about what white card she would've played there if she had the time, but there was no time – gear, equipment, green signaling.

Scherezade sighed. It was time to end the game. "You," she said with a smile as she got up, pointing at [member="Kat Decoria"], "You win. Felicitations! You win this pack of Cards Against the Silvers, completely for free! Tell all your friends about it! There's a holonetwork address on the back so that they can buy their own if they want to."

Her last check took under five seconds. The walking weaponry Sith Blood Hound insert more titles here of the Confederacy was more than ready to kick some Mando buttocks and hear the lamentation of their sympathizers who were too dumb to know any better.

With a wide grin, Scherezade signaled – ready.

Kat Decoria · Jul 24, 2019

Objective: Pew Pew Boom Boom.
Allies: SJO
Enemies: ME and folk
Location: Aboard the Warthog
Fleet info: 1 x Cyan Squad, 5 x N-Wing Squadrons (80 starfighters total).

Kat stretched, it was another war against the Mandalorians, assisting the Confederacy had been interesting but there had been a lot of loss life. Something that Kat was still dealing with, she heard their screams and pleas during her dreams, or more accurate nightmares. It meant that she didn't sleep much but it was tough for her to talk about, they were pilots that were under her control and she failed them with not ensuring the ships her company made could protect them from ion attacks and a supernova. It was unfair of Kat to expect herself to be able to predict the events of a battle and create ships that will never fall prey to enemy fighters. That was just impossible but Kat still couldn't shake it from her head, she wanted to keep everyone safe but it was just impossible to do that. Instead, Kat had to live with the guilt she was feeling and try to be better in the future.

Looking around the table, Kat grinned as Scherezade announced she was the winner. It was a cool game for a group to play while waiting for them to come out of Hyperspace. Nodding to Scherezade, she respected the Sith just because of what her Master, Josh Dragonsflame had said about her. However, Kat was interested in seeing how she would be in person so playing the game was a good way of seeing a side of her. A side that was amusing and friendly, separate from the usual cold murderous sides of Sith that Kat knew a fair amount about. Standing, Kat tapped her comms contacting the rest of Cyan Squad and the other N-Wing pilots that she had brought with them. Looking to Scherezade and then to the others, "Right, time to show the Mandalorians why you don't raid and attack Jedi and people they protect." Kat nodded her head firmly.

It was time for action.

Asaraa Vaashe · Jul 24, 2019

Location: Space above Azure
Gear:

Nephil and Seraph
[*]Kervanos
[*]Svalinn
[*]Twin Burners
[*]Fate's Dance
[*]Murr Earrings
[*]Theia Glasses
[*]Ianua Dagger
[*]Shiva Dagger x 6
[*]Alchys Grenade x 4
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There was something about a locker room, the cold sterile lights of the room bled everything of colour, of joy, a harsh light that you couldn't really hide from. The Jedi reached for one of her boots, bare feet almost dancing across the cold surface of the deck as she settled down on a nearby bench. Asaraa's fingers tugged at the stiff material of her boot, tugging it up over her leg as she let her crystal blue gaze flick up towards the light again. It was harsh, unyielding but...that was the truth of light. It cut through all the pretence and masks in the end, revealed what was there.

The girl's face dropped down, fingers running across the soft duramesh as she bit down on her lip. She'd never been the most empathic Jedi, the ability to reach out to other people's minds didn't precisely elude her, it just wasn't a natural fit for her. And yet, even she could sense the energy that filled the ship, the determination and the fear. This was war, combat between two armies, where anything could happen, a single slip a single moment of distraction and that was all she wrote. It wasn't a game, they weren't going up against spacers or badly trained pirates, there were Mandalorians, who for all their sins were some of the best, most capable fighters in the galaxy...apart from the Jedi and the Antirian Rangers of course.

Asaraa gestured, her other boot floating over to her as she started to slide it on, it wasn't the fear that made this is special, it was that they were all here despite it. They knew what needed to be done, that the Mandalorian's couldn't be left to run rampant over the galaxy anymore, not when innocent blood was shed again and again by their hands. The voices of the dead, their accusations would never go away. Maybe if someone had acted sooner, had stepped up earlier it would have been different. But it was the living who haunted her, the cold, soulless looks in their eyes, as if their essence their very reason for being had been ripped away from the. They'd seen their homes destroyed, friends and families slaughtered the the armour warriors...no. Asaraa stood, boots buckled in as she took a step towards her locker. Warriors had honour, had a code they lived by, the Mandalorians had unleashed Baridium weapons on a city in Eshan, they had put patients too sick to be moved off world into armour and sent them to fight. They consorted with Pirates and Slavers, whatever honour they'd once had had long since fled. Weapons floated out of her locker, securing themselves around her body, slipping into holster and sheath as she adjusted her cape. They'd burned a Jedi temple, a place of healing, and in the chaos had absconded with Jedi including...the girl's mind skittered away from the thought. He'd be ok, she'd find out where he was, someone out there must know and she'd find her father.

Asaraa took a deep breath and glanced up to the lights again. The light revealed all, it had shown the Mandalorian's no longer put a price of life, no longer treated it with the respect that it deserved. How could such people be allowed to remain in stewardship over anyone else? They'd sacrificed a planet for politics, how knew how many else would fall if they felt it a worthy trade, how many more innocents would be traded away to the Sith? It wasn't the result anyone had wanted, she'd seen that in the Assembly deliberations, but there was no longer any trust left that they would ever do the right thing, the honourable thing. The order had been left with no choice but to its fleet, those volunteers working together with one purpose, to defend future innocents of the galaxy from having to suffer any more pain at the hands of the Mandalorians.

The Knight gave her reflection a slow nod as her locker door swung shut behind her as if by magic while she made for the waiting room to meet the others. If the crew of the ship could set aside their fear and worry then she could to, whatever came her way today, whatever the order faced, they'd face it together.

Will Westender · Jul 24, 2019

Attn: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"] Allies: SJO Enemies: Mandalorians

Equipment: 1x N-Wing Starfighter Squadron | KC-77N Hybrid Pistol | Lightsaber (Blade color: Blue)

Objective: Escort Task Force Raider

Foxbat Squadron
Aboard the Warthog, en route to Azure

Sirens blared their dreaded song inside the cavernous hangar of the carrier, letting the flight crews and the pilots that the time had come. Like a hive waking up after its nightly slumber, the hangar came alive with activity, orders being shouted, personnel rushing to their assigned tasks, equipment buzzing and screeching, engines revving up and back down again as each fighter underwent a thorough routine of tests and checks to insure it was flight-worthy and ready to fulfill its purpose.

Busy checking the seals on his flight suit, Will took one last look at the rest of the squadron, one last look at the people who had become his friends, before they headed into battle. He wondered how many of them would be returning home after today. How many would be lost to the cold embrace of the void.

The Foxbats were a "green" squadron, brand new and fresh out of flight school, flying starfighters so new, Will could swear the paint had barely dried up on their hulls. Aside from the Lieutenant and his Second, they were untested, inexperienced. Today, they would be given their baptism of fire.

"Alright, flyboys and flygirls," the Lieutenant shouted, demanding their instant attention. Heels clicked, arms snapped up in salute. Lieutenant Carson Wade was a legend, a starfighter ace who had flown pretty much every bird in the Silver Jedi fleet at one point or another. All the greenhorns looked up to him. "Mission's simple. We fly out there and escort our brave rangers as they make their way to their objectives. Just in case any of you were sleeping during this morning's briefing and are in need of a reminder, we've been assigned to Task Force Raider. Keep your cool, keep your eyes on a swivel and stick to your wingmates! I want no heroics out there and certainly no stupid stunts! This isn't the academy, boys and girls, and you're no longer cadets. This is the real thing."
"I want go-no go signals from everyone in fifteen minutes! Buckle up and get to your birds. Clock's ticking and we've got a job to do."

Fourteen voices rose in a chorus of sir, yes sirs and then, everyone was climbing into their cockpits, performing one last quick check on the seals of their flight suits before pulling their canopies shut. As the transparisteel barrier came down, the noise of the hangar disappeared, leaving Will cut off from the agitation, though, in truth, he had no time to contemplate the silence. As his astromech was lowered into its bay, he mechanically went through the pre-flight sequence that had been drilled into him at the academy until it became muscle memory. Main power, on. Comms check. Sensors check. Fuel lines opened, ignition sequence start. A thousand other checks and button presses later and Will's N-Wing was ready to go.

"Foxbat Leader, go for launch," chimed the comms as Lieutenant Wade let air traffic control know that his fighter was ready to go. Following the designated order one by one, other voices joined him. "Foxbat Two, go for launch," followed by Three and Four and Five...

Soon, they would be catapulted out of the safety of the hangar and into the chaotic fires of battle. Soon, they would be trading shots with their Mandalorian counterparts as each fleet engaged in the complicated game of Dejarik that was space warfare. It all seemed surreal, somehow. Deep down, Will had hoped this day would never come. Deep down, he knew it would.

With a deep breath to calm his thoughts, Will flicked the button on his comms console and added his voice to the choir. "Foxbat Seven, go for launch."

Dezoti · Jul 24, 2019

Location: Azure System

Objective: Protect the UCM from the SJO

Allies: UCM + Allies

Enemies: SJO + Allies

Tagging: [member="Kaine Australis"]

Fleet:

The Vanguard [ Shields: 100 | Armor: 100 ]

3x Batahn-Class Chiss Star Destroyer (3/3 Remaining)

4x Ticsuti-Class Chiss Star Destroyer (4/4 Remaining)

12x CR90 Let'lesceti-Class Corvette (12/12 Remaining)

Fighters:

Chiss Droid Starfighers: 20 Squadrons (480/480 Remaining)

Isihin'i: 16 Squadrons (128/128 Remaining)

FC-115: 5 Squadrons (10/10 Remaining)

"Ozyly-esehembo Cimu'avaen'zaorme, are you ready?" From her seat, Dezoti glanced to the station where the young girl was standing. She nodded once, going through the various check ups on the Chiss Fleet. They had taken damage and losses from an earlier fight from the CIS, but they would be hard pressed to not stand with their close allies. They gathered what they could spare, and sent them to Azure under the Aristocra's leadership.

She had certainly gotten bold, leading the fleet herself.

"To all Chiss vessels; the Jedi preach peace, but hold a very large stick ready to strike. It will be tempting to fire first, to crush them before they can harm our allies. But we cannot, let me stress this, cannot start this war. If the Jedi attack, we will launch our counter offensive to defend the people of the clans. We are on standby until the first shot is fired. Hopefully, it won't come to that."

But when it did, the Chiss would be ready.

Setter Ryburn · Jul 24, 2019

https://soundcloud.com/stanislav-matvieiev/jeremy-soule-star-wars-knights-of-the-old-republic-soundtrack-the-old-republ

LOCATION: ABOARD WARTHOG, EN ROUTE TO AZURE
ALLIES: TASK FORCE RAIDER l [member="Amon Vizsla"] l [member="Scherezade deWinter"] l [member="Kat Decoria"]
OBJECTIVE: BOARDING AND HVT ACQUISITION/REMOVAL

He passed by his troops. Patting shoulders, fist-bumping, adjusting the gear, assisting with the putting on of armor. The Warthog was alive with life- the life of killers, destined to take it. But to take it- from who? The Mandalorians. He once considered the Mandalorians a threat to the Republic. Now, he knew them as a threat to the galaxy. He only knew second-hand of their internal strife, their hardships that they faced- from themselves.

But now, they spread their cancer throughout the galaxy. Throughout the cosmos, across the stars, children wept, losing their fathers, mothers, brothers to the machinations of Mandalorians and their scheming puppeteers, the Sith. Setter wasn't sure who he hated more. But there was one Mandalorian who not earned his respect, but his admiration- [member="Amon Vizsla"]. The Wayward Son, the Prodigal Son who had returned- not to bless the home, but to damn it.

He understood why. Amon was a good kid. He was doing the right thing, being here.

The eyes of the galaxy watched the entire Silver Jedi fleet and all their allies. He passed by them all, noting their positions on one of the screens he was watching, blankly staring at the mass of blips that represented a ship, a fighter, or even their own position. He turned his head to face the Task Force members. Clad in his new armor, he stood almost four inches taller than he usually did, making him physically imposing. The armor gave him the impression that he was bigger than he was- and true, it did augment his strength. It did give him the ability to fist-fight a Wookie and win. But more importantly, it followed the number one rule of Special Forces Operations Operators when they were Operating:

Look cool doing it. He bounced the helmet in his Phrik-covered hands.

He looked over at a Yeoman, grabbing her mic from off of her head. He calmed her down by staring into her soul, before she could object. He spoke to the Raider internal communication network.

"Comm check."

He watched as some of them in the Warthog looked up at him. It was working. This is the part where he said something, right?

"This is Raider Actual. I will not ask anything of you that I am not willing to do myself. Not everyone on this ship will make it back. Not everyone on this ship will succeed. But we are not individuals. We are a weapon- and they-" He pointed outwards, towards the direction of the enemy. Of course, direction was relative in space, but whatever. "Are the target. Do not expect any mercy, any retribution. But lemme tell you-" He turned his head towards them all, glancing at them all while he gathered his thoughts.

"If I find out you give them a god damn inch of either of the two, I will take you out behind the shed and shoot you myself." He walked, placing the Yeoman's headset neatly beside her, and walked among his troops. Standing tall, he began to raise his voice. Setter had never done that in his entire time in the Silver Jedi. He rarely raised his voice above a speaking volume, even in the high-stress situations...like a certain Gen'Dai.

"They are the ones who burned Umbara! Who killed innocent people! They attacked an innocent Jedi temple at H'rathh! Let me be clear, Raiders- you are not here to offer them surrender. You are not here to build, you are not here to do anything but kill them. When those doors open and we get into their ships- remember that these people are fast-tracking their way to burn more worlds. They've done it before- ask their Masters how Dromund Kaas went." He walked along, and began to slap the armored chestplates of the Raider team staged in the Warthog, amping them up as he went along.

"We are gonna get in there and do one thing, and one thing only, Raider. Kill 'em all."

Setter put his helmet on and watched as the HUD came to life.

"Whole galaxy's watchin', Raider. Let's give 'em a show."

Equipment:

x6 Thermal Detonators
x1 Vibroknife (Located on right forearm)
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/147132-havoc-raider-suit/ Raider Suit
x2 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/67276-rangers-combat-knife/ (Upper left tricep and on belt)
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/122084-lk-sweeper/#entry1701525
Three Drums For Weapon (90 Shells)
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/131071-rs-16-rifle/?hl=rs16
10 Magazines for Weapon (30-Round Magazines)
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/83176-rangers-grapple/ (Left wrist)

Nicair Claden · Jul 24, 2019

Terror Australis/Azure Spaceport
Objective: Defend the planet
Allies: UCM + Allies
Enemies: SJO + Allies

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5dLu9ScRM0&list=PLsv31VuKhbrZzSQwoE9iL8J5HyB43K3zc&index=5&t=0s

He'd been away for some time. The war on Antisoch was a busy one and his short time with the mantle of Qer'ak had already been a bloody one. Many Sociph didn't appreciate his rule and his claim to the position, even if he carried the blood of the original Qerak in his veins.

But when [member="Kaine Australis"] offered to run some fleet exercises with the younger man, he couldn't say no. The Qer'ak not only takes command of the ground forces, but should have knowledge of naval combat. Something Nicair was lacking in. The xenophobic Sociph came in handy, they didn't much have one to begin with, too easy to identify.

Nicair wasn't in the habit of removing his armor, specifically not his new 'gam, but on board a Mandalorian vessel, Kaine's in particular, he didn't have the same level of paranoia that had already saved his life on more than one occasion. He'd allowed himself to be without it for a time. His helmet was in his hand when the alarms started to sound.

War? Here? Right now? He'd just left one. Last he knew they were near Jedi space. Would they really take the offensive? He let a grim smile cross his face. Intriguing. He needed his boots on solid ground. His helmet was on and he was on the closest transport to Azure's spaceport.

His time on Antisoch among his people had changed him. He was still vod, that much he knew, and he would still fight to protect the clans. This time felt different. He wasn't a nomad anymore. There was a line in the sand and he'd set his feet on the other side of it.

Coren Starchaser · Jul 24, 2019

Objective: Land on Azure, Establish FOB
Allies: SJO [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Seth Brackson"] | [member="Ador Horn"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
Enemies: Beskar Bandits, Mandalorian Empire, The Clans of Mandalore, Immorality

At times, the least recently, the primary Jedi leading the charge was here with the Silver Order. General of the Alliance Remnant, Coren Starchaser was known to lead the charge into many conflicts, and today was not any different. The Mandalorians, raider of the galaxy had taken one too many strikes at the Silver Order and allies. Eschan, and H’ratth have placed the Beskar Bandits promptly on the side of ‘remove from the galaxy.’ Sure, some were going to doubt the resolve, and the need, but others understood.

And those were leaders of the Order of Silver Jedi. While some may have deserted their posts, ‘why attack a group without diplomacy’, Starchaser understood that diplomacy didn’t work for a gathering of people who probably had three dozen words for war, and didn’t gather the existence of the concept of peace. He fought Sith, and the Mandalorians were no different. War was what they understood, and the Jedi Master was keen on giving it to them.

If not him, who?

But this approach was different, he had no personal opponent within the Mandalorian ranks, just their raiding way of life to contend with. Signing on to the Silvers as a man of action, a Jedi who would rather sully his own self with war, but for him, it was a righteous war. Raiding unchecked did not go without consequence. And this strike on Azure was that consequence.

Patroling the hangar of the Evakmar carrier, Coren was offering words of wisdom for the coming mission to those who he felt needed it. As a leader, he needed to be seen as more than just a man fighting a war, he needed to inspire, and help. Prior to them arriving in Azure, he had a briefing with leaders, to pass among the ranks. They were here to hit, but to also establish a foothold. A forward operating base. This would provide the Silvers and their comrades with intelligence and a striking location. With that, they could trim the Mandalorians back, push them to their world, force them to give up their strikes.

Or they could remove them, cure the galaxy of at least one illness this day.

Stepping aboard his own landing craft, the teams were gathered and he gave one last reminder of what they were here for. Locations were put in, and he was heading right for the FOB’s proposed location, but first, they needed to get there. That was where he came in. Concentrating, he was reaching out to those he could touch, filling the Force with inspiration, valor, and hope. All before uttering one word.

“Launch.”

Gir Quee · Jul 24, 2019

Wavebreak-class Battlecruiser Rathalay Resolution, nearing Azure

"And?"

"It's not that simple," said Gir, leaning forward against the holo-projector's railing, "the Mandalorians I trained with as a young Republic officer...are not the same ones who run the clans now. Friendships change...and sometimes fall apart..."

Ariela Captisan briefly pursed her lips as she considered that thought. She probably has a hard time imagining me fighting hand to hand in battle armor...He shook the thought away as he gazed at the tiny speck of blue in the sea of artificial light. Azure. Hardly seems like something worth staking out from this vantage point. Yet intellectually he understood the rationale for the move. Such thoughts are mere distractions from the worry of the impending battle...

"Whoever they are, these mandalorians don't seem to be the kind who shy away from a fight," mused Ariela, "I don't think you'll have to worry about decelerating everyone else in this battle."

The admiral glanced at his wrist chrono, "We'll find out soon enough..."

As series of Cronau radiation bursts lit up the stars around Azure, announcing the arrival of Task Force Resolution around the edge of Azure's gravity well. The wide prow of the Rathalay Resolution plowed through the black ocean, leading a school of other mostly aquatic designs, from the dashingly quick Tempest-class Star Destroyers and the plodding Verne-class Armored Cruisers. Dozens of smaller interceptors and starfighters jetted out from the same vessels, forming a defensive screen around the first warships of the Silver Jedi to arrive in the system. A low din began to echo in the ship's bridge as the ship's crew began to coordinate their actions with those of the accompanying Silver Jedi warships. Gir could almost feel the nervousness of the bridge officer announcing the presence of the Terror Australis. He glanced at the scrawling statistics which accompanied the vessel's holo on the bridge's holo-projector. We're within long-range weapon's range at best...Already, deadly light began to dance out from that ship towards the Silver Jedi interlopers...He cleared his throat before raising his tone to catch the bridge crew's attention.

"Full halt," ordered Admiral Quee, "let's see what we're all dealing with before we make our next move. Have them fan out, orient all axes towards the Terror Australis and her accompanying vessels for now..."

The Rathalay Resolution slowly began to turn her massive bulk to face the distant battlecruiser head-on. While only a few degrees away from pointing directly at it, the Resolution's sheer mass meant that the turn would likely take almost a minute before alignment was achieved. The other vessels accompanying the Resolution began to form an amorphous sphere around the battlecruiser. Such a formation was defensive in nature, allowing at least some of the fleet's vessels to take on enemies head-to-head no matter the attack angle. But it was not a formation for easy or cohesive movement. But we only need to maintain it for a little bit...His eyes darted from the Terror to the tiny blue world below. Distant scans hadn't revealed much about the world to the blonde man, but now sensors revealed tiny specks of what appeared to be some sort of large, defensive satellites. He momentarily sized up the stations with what limited information that he had. Likely too small to be a severe threat on their own to the Lord Hoth...

A familiar presence skimmed across the surface of his mind, as if seeking to ascertain the man's own feelings. The admiral would have felt paranoid at best and violiated at worse if it had been anyone else. Yet Captain Perit had proven to be trusthworthy, and he had a good reason for such a probe. It's safe, Perit. He attempted to project that thought to the mon calamari as best as he could. The probing soon ceased, which Gir thought to be a good sign. The native of Hast turned his attention back to the Terror Australis. He rapidly typed commands into his console, which caused the interdictor corvette Kas Todd to project a gravity well centered on the Mandalorian battlecruiser.

"Let's give us some cover..." muttered the man, typing in more orders to Pelagic Star Cruisers Starlit Surprise and Galactic Gallant.

Seconds later, dozens of Octo-class EWAR missiles surged out of the ordinance cruisers' prows and towards the Mandalorian armada. He doubted that few of the missiles would make it to the enemy lines intact, and he was content with that. Either way, the missiles would be spreading out clouds of nagnol gas which would likely obscure the battlefield between the two forces enough to conceal the Silver Jedi's further machinations for a little bit of time. A baritone voice rose up from one of the lower crew stations.

"Task Force Lord Hoth entering the battlefield..."

...and exiting it. With Perit at the helm, the Evakmar-class Corps Assault Transport and pair of escorting corvettes reverted right at the edge of Azure's atmosphere before starting their descent down to the world below. Ships and defensive mandalorian satellites exchanged weapon's fire, but Admiral Quee doubted that the Lord Hoth's shields would falter enough to deter the assault carrier's approach to the world below. The blonde man turned his attention to another force which would potentially have to decelerate: Task Force Raider.

Approach still looks good...Since the Silver Jedi forces hadn't known the force composition of the defenders, a certain amount of improvisation had to be used for their employment. The blonde man was betting that if the Mandalorians were even somewhat conventional, their most important leaders and officers would be on the largest and most dangerous vessel present: the Terror Australis. By placing the gravity well directly on top of that ship, he was designating it that task force's primary target. Hopefully they'll be able to capture at least some important enough people to put on trial or negotiate with. A series of six cronau radiation flashes announced the arrival of the assault carriers Warthog and Katarn with their escorts almost on top of the Terror Australis, their precise reversion courtesy of the grav-well being centered on the Terror Australis. It was the admiral's favorite variation of the famed Thrawn Pincer, yet he couldn't only focus on executing such dramatic attacks. Long-range warheads, plasma energy torpedoes, homing lasers, and hypervelocity cannons all began to lash out from the Silver Jedi warships towards the distant Mandalorian vessels.

Task Force Resolution

Task Force Raider

Union II-class Assault Carrier Warthog
Union II-class Assault Carrier Katarn
Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette Raider One
Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette Raider Two
Kometa-class Ramship Punch One
Kometa-class Ramship Punch One

Task Force Lord Hoth (CO: Captain Perit; moving towards Azure Spaceport)

Evakmar-class Corps Assault Carrier Lord Hoth
Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette Raider Three
Kometa-class Ramship Punch Three

Kyrel Ren · Jul 24, 2019

Location: Azure, Planetside.
Equipment: MandelArms Beskar'gam, ACS-203 Hellfire Autocannon, M44 Close Assault Weapons system, Monroe-Horak multipurpose combat rifle, ForceBreaker Gas Grenade launcher, Crushgaunts, Lightsaber
Allies: @AX-00021 UCM
Enemies: SJO and Allies

It was unusual for the Master of the Knights of Ren to be caught up in a conflict that wasn't his own. For the most part the man would be off fighting whatever threat came to the First Imperials, yet here he was drawn to Azure for a galaxy wide crusade against the Mandalorians. While he would have been all for their destruction, he felt a need to put the Silver Jedi back in their place. He had heard the reports, It would only be a matter of time before the cowardly Jedi approached to claim their so called "Justice." The same justice he had seen on Kaeshana when the Jedi murdered innocent civilians in the name of some damn crusade. The Jedi were all the same in the end, weather it be the Alliance, The Silver Jedi. Long had past the days of peace and justice, when all the Jedi cared for was wanton slaughter. Masked by their false views of what peace is. Now Kyrel had come to join the Mandalorians if for once to crush the Jedi and to put an end to the thought of striking them.

He was not dressed and did not come originally in his Ren armor, nor his signature crossguard Saberstaff. This would require discretion of course. He was given some Beskar'gam and weapons from a drop pod. He did not reveal his identity of course, but the Mandos didn't seem to care as long as they had manpower. He did not dare bring anything that traced him back to the First Order. It was not time for them to reveal themselves once more, that time would come soon enough. Now he had to make the Jedi think he was nothing more than a simple bucket head. Even going as far as to hide his Force Signature to make sure that not even the Jedi would easily be able to tell who or what he was. The only way they would know of him, was through capture of course, and as fun as the thought of it. He rather see them try after going through a mountain of bodies to get to the Ren.

He stood on the ground of the planet, watching the sky as he placed the black Beskar helmet on his corrupted face. Watching as he could see the vessels of the Jedi enter orbit from the sky of the planet. A slight smirk was tugging at his lips. Like he had done on Ossus he would crush the Silver Jedi once more, teach them the lesson that they would not dare launch another attack on a nation. They would stay on Kashyyyk where they should, and leave everyone alone when he was finished with them. Looking closely to his subordinate that answered only by the number of Twenty-One. He looked to her as he made adjustments to the Beskar'gam making sure the weapons and attachments were in place. "They are here.... If any hint of capture is likely you will take your life understood?" He directed his cold gaze from the T-Visor towards her. It was only a matter of time before the enemy landed of course.

Celiana · Jul 24, 2019

Location: Breaking atmo into Azure
Equipment: In Sig, or will be described in posts
Allies: SJO peeps, assorted light side ravers
Enemies: Mandos, Mando Allies
Post 1

I'd made a jump with The Morrigan, but now....now I'd just finished charging and loading up my new Voodoo fighter. Slipping into the cockpit I clicked my helm into place....DC-15m blaster rifle, sabers resting on either thigh, all the tricks and toys I usually brought when dealing with Mandos. Not to mention the drop pod of assorted munitions. Securing the cockpit shut I triggered the release hatch of my hangar. Triggering the stealth systems of my fighter active I disengaged the safety locks and simply let my fighter fall out of the hangar. After dropping away from The Morrigan I saw her jump away.... Triggering the engines active I pulled hard on the yoke and inverted the Voodoo's nose towards Azure.

Triggering my call sign active The HUD showed Voodoo 1. Along with a Shadow IFF sig... I could feel the heat as I broke atmo.... odds were the Mandalorians or their allies had set up defenses by certain areas...Spaceport for sure and odds were along the beaches... Time to start lighting beach bonfires... knifing through the atmo I began a flight path over the islands. I wanted to scan things before I started simply firing...least then I'd have things to aim for...

I'd already laid out several ways to cycle shields and weaponry which I'd programmed into subsystems of the Voodoo, now to make a first stealth pass.... This was where the fun began...

Mood music

Laira Darkhold · Jul 24, 2019

Supporting: SJO
Allies: Saezahttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/138765-saeza-bolokvang/ | Leo
Engaging: [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

What a motley assortment they were. Soldiers, warriors, Jedi, healers, peacekeepers. All of them were around in the Silver Jedi Order readying themselves to strike into the Clans’ territory. More specifically, what an assortment Laira and her friends were. Leo Coburn sat behind her, adorned by his Death Trooper armor and gear, pistol on his hip, carbine slung over his shoulder, and Eradicator grasped in his hands. A few grenades hung from clips on his combat harness, and though his helmet was on, one could feel the resolve and sternness in his features. Emotion being purged from his mind as he readied to enter the fury of combat.

Saeza, standing beside the redhead, wore her traditional Jedi robes and cloak and was disguised as a Sephi or Eldorai, or other pointed-eared humanoid found within the galaxy. She had already meditated and prepared herself to accompany Leo on their mission once they made it to a target. But gold eyes remained closed.

“It’ll be okay hun,” Laira said, patting the smaller girl on the back. Saeza had never been deployed to combat in such a manner. In fact she had only ever been in one or two real fights in her entire life. That’s one of the reasons Laira had decided she would accompany Leo as a support rather than go off on her own. Better for her to learn about the horror of combat alongside someone like him, bred for war from birth and enhanced by the Galactic Empire and First Order into their fearsome genetically altered warriors.

Then there was Laira, energy projected helmet and black form-fitting stealth suit, goggles slung around her neck and black belt holding her pistol and lightsaber. She wore a blast vest over her traditional armor and had pulled the sleeves down to cover her forearms. Scarlet locks cascaded down around her shoulders and grey eyes studied the door of the hangar, waiting for the signal to board and rush to a shuttle or drop pod, or whatever the Silver Jedi Order had arranged for them to use to get to a ship.

“Get in, you all go for the life support, I’ll go for the reactor. That simple. We’ll meet back on Kashyyyk for drinks on the SJO.”

Leo’s distorted voice rang out, his helmet not moving as he did so. “Keep tight and use cover. Hustle across long corridors and don’t move until you can see the cover you’ll be using next. I do wish you’d take a pistol.”

“Blasters are not suited to me.” She responded quietly, gold eyes flicking open. “It is time.” She nodded, and all three had a short hug before the light turned green and they all began moving through the hangar to the assault ships.

Joycelyn Zambrano · Jul 24, 2019

Allies: UCM
Enemies: SJO and allies.
Location: Azure; Bridge of The Dogged Hand.

The Sith Empire had a long history of conflict with the Silver Jedi Order. They had been the enemy since the very beginning, and they had clashed in war. When a chance of peace was presented, Silver leadership had made a mockery of the procedures, making bird puns at the Thirriken ambassador and further souring relations. It was made clear that they could not treat with the Jedi. There would be no co-existence.

The only option was war.

Relations between The Sith Empire and the United Clans of Mandalore had passed through rocky grounds, but it had since been strengthened through strife in face of a hostile galaxy. In the face of a mutual enemy, the Princess of Dromund Kaas volunteered to honour the obligations of the alliance. She had summoned her forces and manned the fleet. She had drawn on the dark forces that made the Sith Empire such an effective martial force, and she had brought them to Azure.

War-Fleet Cinder was coming for its pound of flesh.

Darth Vornskr the Second did not made light of her promise of aid, and so she had brought the legion and then some. The machines of siege and invasion were replaced with copious starfighters which buzzed out of the carriers as the Dogged Hand descended upon the planet. The Ferrata-class carrier settled itself in the shallows of an archipelago, making itself into a fortification and command centre. Dropships from its bowels dropped pieces of anti-air artillery to be posted on the various little islands to keep the fort safe and keep the pesky Jedi forces. Waveskimmers spewed forth and patrolled the waters around the Sith-Imperial artillery installations.

Among Joycelyn’s advisors were officers of the Imperial Legion and Armada, as well as a Quarren delegation of the garrison on Mon Cal, who lent their advice and expertise in aquatic combat. There were also mystics of the Red Sith, counseling on the keeping and use of sithspawn. In terms of rank outside the Sith, most of them were Joycelyn’s equal or superior. She outranked them by her position in the Sith and her position as Heir Apparent to the Empire. She had done this on purpose, as the more competent her council was, the less she needed to meddle in their tactics. That let her to do what she did best.

Lead from the front.

“Gentlebeings, remember: We fight for the honour of our Empire. Not once have we shirked our duties as allies, and today will not be the day.” “We fight the same enemy here as we fight at home, and we will fight as fiercely as we fought on Mirial. And as on Mirial, we will prevail.” She put her hands on the console, the dark gauntlets scratching against the dull, grey metal. “For Empire and Emperor.”

Her words were met with a chorus of hands meeting cloth, as each member of her council made the Imperial salute. Some of the officers hurried to their tasks, while one of the sorcerers approached Joycelyn with a curteous bow.

“My Lord, we have brought the leviathan, as requested.” “Shall we release her?” Joycelyn brought her fingers together under her nose, barely containing her excitement. “We can’t let her run amok just yet; get her in the water, but keep her calm.” “Certainly, my Lord.”

Joycelyn stepped over to the bridge windows and looked out over the vast oceanscape as her hands clasped her sheathed sithsword, Zaudraka.

“She will be glorious.”

The forces and tech deployed is meant as background stuff and to facilitate roleplay, not necessarily to do detailed ground war.

WolfMortum · Jul 24, 2019

Objective: Oversee the Mission on Azure.

Inventory: Jedi Battle-Armor, Wedding Ring, Veiere's Silver Lightsaber.

Location: Aboard the Warthog Assault Carrier.

Opposition: The United Clans of Mandalore.

Allies: The Order of the Silver Jedi.

At the forward observation deck at the head of the Assault Carrier's Bridge, Veiere stood alongside several other members of the Silver Jedi Order, representatives of the various organizations therein such as the Antarian Rangers and the Silver Navy. As the head Ambassador and a member of the Silver Assembly, Veiere had a responsibility to his people to be present in this operation, but more than that, the United Clans of Mandalore had given them little other choice but to make it evident that, after the attacks against three world's (one of which was questionable), there needed to be consequences and accountability taken for the slaughter of innocent life in the Galaxy. Today it was the Mandalorian's who were being encouraged to accept the fault of their actions, but their accountability would also stand as a lesson and reminder for the rest of the Galaxy that acts of terrorism and oppression wasn't acceptable and would bring repercussions. This was the duty of the Silver Jedi, and a burden that they carried upon their shoulders so that others could avoid having to feel the pain and penalty of conflict.

Azure itself wasn't a typical location where tactical warfare was concerned, however it was the best choice where the Silver Jedi Order wished to take their stand with minimal casualties and collateral damage. A world more ocean than landmass, civilian life appeared to be nonexistent; which meant that the encounter would hopefully be solely focused on the United Clans themselves. On the surface, one of the key locations for Silver Jedi personnel to descend upon was the derelict Spaceport. For future purposes, it could be restored and become a point of value to the world of Azure for which the Order could bring some semblance of activity and civilization to a planet that had otherwise been left to stagnate. For now however, the Silver Jedi and the Antarian Rangers needed to sweep the area and make certain there were no hidden surprises in place, left there by the clans of Mandalore.

The primary battle would be over orbit of Azure, from what Veiere understood; he not part of the Naval Operation nor in command of any of the Silver Fleet for this affair. Like the Battle of Taanab, there were far more qualified and reliable naval commanders for this type of engagement, where he only held a rank of Captain aboard the Judiciary that remained back in orbit of Kashyyyk under the acting command of his second, Vikras Ansion. This operation had been in the works for some time now, the weight of which had been carried upon the shoulders of all Officers and higher command that had participated in it's organization, for Veiere this also meant carrying the knowledge of a pending engagement for which had also personally impacted on the state of House Arenais, where his wife and children were all set on opposing sides of duty and personal views.

Whilst spectating from the Warthog, Veiere hoped that [member="Kay Arenais"] had heeded his warnings and sought to stay clear of the conflict. His Son [member=Caedyn Arenais] had been determined not to let his partner, [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] go into the mission alone, leaving Veiere with more than enough to worry about; Yet he had not heard from [member="Loreena Arenais"] since he had revealed to them the likelihood of aggression between the two political powers. Needless to say, they were all feeling the tumultuous state of affairs, of which Veiere hoped in all the Force, neither of them would come to find themselves standing against their own family.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Wilhelm von Reinhardt"] | [member="Dezoti"] | [member="Setter Ryburn"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Celiana"] | [member="Laira Darkhold"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Kay-Larr · Jul 24, 2019

Location: Aboard the Lady Natasii
Enemies: Any aggressors (SJO or their allies)
Allies: UCM and their allies.

Azure was a unique planet. It had no population, no moons and not even a sun to light the skies. It was a planet bathed in darkness, as well as water. Some might find it far too isolated, while others would find it tranquil.

Kay was on the surface for a few reasons. One being the isolation, another being for the tranquility of navigating with the stars and being rocked by the waves. The other was to oversee the testing of a new aquatic war vessel for Zakuul.

[member="Kaine Australis"] and his company MandalArms were key in the manufactoring of this new vessel, as well as providing ample support for the testing phase. Kay didn't have to be there, but given that the planet was so isolated and that Kaine would have some ships present in orbit, she felt it safe enough to do so. It felt good to be accomplishing something for Zakuul during her time here. The threats on that little world were numerous.

As she stood on board the Lady Natasii, Kay watched some of the Aquaraiders patrol the vicinity. They were there not only for the training exercise, but as a precaution as well. The Lady Natasii was a well built ship, but her defences were minimal at best.

Her attention was then drawn to the water a few kilometers ahead. The water buckled and bubbled as something enormous breached the surface. The -classified- vessel was made visible as spotlights from the Lady Natasii shone onto it. Kay smiled as she looked upon it, the vessel itself looking intimidating. From the number of weapons on it's back, to the sharp edges resembling the defensive armour of some creatures, it was as versatile on the surface as it was under the water. The classified vessel would surely prove itself to be a valuable asset for her Empire.

"It's beautiful. Can we see it up close?" Kay looked to the vessel's designer, Rutger that stood next to her.

"I thought we'd provide a demonstration first. And then you can go inside it if you'd like. I should remind you however, Your Majesty, that it's merely a prototype. So everything inside is just bare bones." Rutger beamed with pride at his newest creation. Designing ships for space was one thing. An aquatic one was a breath of fresh air, so to speak.

"I look forward to it."

With their attention on the classified vessel, none were yet aware of the ships exiting hyperspace into the system.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

AX-0021 · Jul 24, 2019

Private AX-0021
Post 1
Equipment: MandalArms FZ.14 Mandalorian War Armor w/ “Slick” Anti-Acid Coating, MandalArms Annihilator, Shock Mace, F-11E Blaster Rifle w/ Disguised Frame/Appearance and Diagonal Foregrip, 2 G-20 Glop Grenades, 2 CryoBan Grenades
Location: Surface - Azure
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Kay Arenais"], UCM and TSE
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Celiana"], SJO and Allied Forces

The mace felt heavy and unbalanced in the grip of her small hands.

Unlike her familiar electro sword, the Mandalorian Shock Mace was a weapon of brute strength over finesse. Though it still required a small measure of patience of discipline to be used to maximum effect, it was not nearly as elegant or refined as the swords she was used to. In many ways, the weapon was the perfect symbolic manifestation of the Mandalorians and their warlike culture. Though she understood little of it, her Dark Master had described them as a tribal and warlike people. They were among the most prolific Jedi killers in the galaxy and their prowess had inspired First Imperial military doctrine. The white full body plate design that the clone troopers of the ancient Galactic Republic had worn into battle and the war plate donned by the stormtroopers of the Republic’s numerous successor states had all been inspired by Mandalorian armor. In spite of their legacy of martial prowess, her master did not trust them. He had only come to kill Jedi and to establish discreet connections for the burgeoning Crimson Hand.

In spite of her lowly rank in the First Imperial military, AX-0021 knew that she was considered to be among the Dark Lord’s favored servants. It was why Kyrel had chosen to bring her along with him to Azure, rather than one of her peers.

With a deep breath, AX-0021 put the mace back on its magnetic holster. When she heard her master speak, she turned to stare up at him as he delivered his orders. When it came to battle, Kyrel was a stern and ruthless leader. It was a sharp contrast from what she saw of him in private, where he was possessive and affectionate towards her. However, in spite of the intimate relationship between them, he did not exempt AX-0021 from exhausting labors of service to the Crimson Hand and the First Order. She fought and bled just as her comrades did, and when the time came she would die as well. Months of rigorous conditioning and reinforcement ensured that she would not waver if she had to give her life for the First Order. If she were to be captured, the disruptor pistol attached to her left thigh would be more than enough to off herself so as to destroy any traces of First Imperial assistance to the UCM. However, she intended to use the weapon on the enemy, before executing a last resort.

“I won’t hesitate, master.” AX-0021 answered in an eerily calm tone. She didn’t think about whether or not Kyrel would hold himself to the same standard. However, if he was captured or wounded in the coming battle, she knew that it would be just as much her fault as it was his own.

Laandur Solus · Jul 24, 2019

Objective: Train new blood.
Equipment: Armor (Right Vibro-wristblade/Cable launcher and left Stun baton/Sedative injector gauntlets), DL-44 (Han's pistol)
Opponent: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

On the only island of Azure, a young Mandalorian ran through the woods, seeming to look for something. He panted under his helmet looking around. The man held up his pistol, trying to spot someone. Unknown to him, that someone had already laid his sights on him. Laandur sat there, watching the Nightwitch trainee. This was a favorite world of his to really test a newcomer's metal. Most didn't know how to handle facing another spy, so the Hississ Commander liked to take his time on new guys. He waited patiently for his trainee to get closer, remaining unseen until....

"Gah!" A stun baton jammed into the side of the man, and Laandur quickly pulled the young Vod's arms to his back and planted him on the ground. The trainee grunted and looked up. "Commander.... Remind me again why they call you Laandur? Don't seem too weak to me." The commander got up from his trainee, helping him up.

"Powered armor. Was never the strongest, actually pretty frail, but I learned fighting isn't all brute force. You need a good head on your shoulders. To think before you act. This job isn't the job of a traditional warrior, and you best understand that now. Got it?"

"Oya!"

"Good. Spunk is good. Haven't eaten in a few hours. Need to keep your strength up." The man then walked to the two Blackbirds parked under some brush, pulling out some food. There was still more training to come before this guy was ready for a full fledged role, but he was getting there. It was then that he looked up, hearing something in the atmosphere. It didn't sound right, but he couldn't pin it. Something was wrong. He looked to his trainee. "Something's not right. Hurry! To the trees!" And with that Laandur and the younger Mandalorian quickly ran into the trees, waiting to see what would happen.

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