Dominion The Frontier War: Dark Tidings | Mandalorian Enclave Dominion of Rothana

[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
S U P E R C O M M A N D O S

Location: Rothana, Space, Aboard The Hellhound, Starboard Airlock
Local Time: 21:34
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Destroy Hostile Vessel
Secondary Objective: Ensure Enclave Freighter is Protected
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack left behind in ship’s Armory, as well as the Primary, ENCL-36 Paranaor. Scatter-gun swapped with a PLX-1 on his back. Carrying The Goran’s Stand over his left pistol pouch over his kama.)
Tags: Romul Saxon | Vren Rook | Tawnita Wren | Alora Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal | Shai Maji

Spoiler: Music

Clatter of armored boots echoed the hallways of The Hellhound as four Mandalorian warriors trodded the ship. The hallways were lit in a bright, deep crimson. The ship was on red alert, as the ship and her crew were engaging numerous pirate vessels that beset the Enclave Freighter for plunder within her hulls. With 3 other Supercommandos in similar stature with the giant in tow, Kranak navigated the red-lit corridors of The Hellhound, on their way to the Starboard Airlock. They would be boarding an enemy vessel, but a different one than the Shistavanen and her Dragons boarded, but no less dangerous than the relic of a Corona-class frigate. It had just translated out of hyperspace.

It didn’t take them long to reach the airlock. They began the preparations for low-gravity infiltration of their target: a CR90, crewed by pirate scum. The vessel was not as old as the Corona-class as it received upgrades and modernisation packages throughout the decades, keeping the corvette competitive in the present day’s conflict.

The Squad ran last minute equipment checks on one another in silence during preparation, making sure everything was strapped in tightly, as they didn’t want to lose any equipment during the infiltration maneuver. Once the squad was set, they all took positions behind one another in a single file, in front of the airlock that opened to space in front of them. They purposefully did not flush out the oxygen in the airlock. They would be needing the pull of the air would provide when it was sucked into the black, vast void. Their velocity would be increased considerably as a result, as they slingshot themselves at the modernized CR90.

The airlock changed its lighting from white fluorescent to a deep red, similar to those that lit the Hellhound’s hallway at the time. The Squad’s muscles tensed as they waited. Seconds went by slowly, before the outer airlock doors finally retracted to the sides swiftly. With a violent pull once the airlock depressurized, the four Supercommandos were sucked into space at the blink of an eye the moment their path was clear.

Automatically, their life support systems, as well as their internal oxygen supplies engaged the moment the air was sucked out. Keeping their formation, they flew towards their target, amidst the space battle that raged around them; fighters, debris and bodies flew past, above, under and beside them. Colorful lasers shot around them to-and-fro in all directions. The squad would masterfully dodge and weave around, above and under such dangerous obstacles with their jetpacks and rocket boots as they made their rapid descent onto the CR90.

 

[Romul Saxon]

W A R M A S T E R

Objective: Rescue
Tag: Open

Saxon clenched his teeth as the lasers of the two starfighters behind him raked across his interceptor's aft. He flicked a switch, re-balancing his shields so that his rear was better protected, but he was very much aware that doing so left him much more vulnerable to the fire from the picket cruiser. "Damnit," he muttered as another volley caught him from behind, depleting his shields even further. He so wished that they were warriors on a terrestrial batlefield so that he could turn them into bone and gristle with his waraxe, but wish as much as he could, it wouldn't change anything.

He suddenly breaked on the throttle, the inertial compensator complaining loudly as it worked to prevent physics from turning Saxon into a pancake. It held through the manuever barely, and the pirate starfighters, unprepared for the sudden stop in acceleration, shot in front of Saxon's own interceptor to the left and right. "Got you," he grinned as he veered towards the fighter on his starboards, squeezing down on the trigger. The interceptor's cannons unleashed hellfire, and a moment later the starfighter burst into flames. One down, three more to go, Saxon thought to himself. Things had just become much more easier.
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[Obran]

S A B A C C​

Location: Drunken Mynock
Objective: Win this Hand
Tag: Siv Dragr

With a thunk, the Enclave's one and only bard sat down, a sky-lute from Adumar slung across his back next to a short hafted spear with a fan-blade of mythosaur bone and a monstrous heavy repeating shotgun. With all the grace of a half-drunken shocktrooper out to blow off steam on a backwater Cantina, he slugged back half his drink with a satisfied smack of his lips, slapping his helmet down on the table along with the purse fat from his last corporate sabotage job, his blood already thinned by several glasses of tihaar and lum. In a bellow that still managed to sound silkenly polite, he ordered a round for himself and Siv, then ponied up the ante and a raise to Siv's bet before even seeing the cards, waggling an eyebrow with a growling crow.

"Got the guts to play for real money, big talker?"

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Their hyperdrive is primed.

Alora could see that.

They've stopped positioning themselves and are engaging primary engines.

Alora could see that too.

Collision in... ten, nine, eight, seven...

Not helping.

...two...

Hard over, full burn! Alora shoved the throttle to full as the Gambit twisted and began to bank away at literally the last second. Hopefully not too late to avoid scratching their belly. The mechanic bay airlock was down there. It was very sensitive.

"Pirate Command vessel has jumped to hyperspace," the Gambit announced as they continued to veer away.

A relief they managed to catch up, go dark, attach the beacon, and then get out of there before the jump wake gave them a headache. Alora turned her eyes over to a console for tracking the ship. Nothing yet, but they were probably still en route. Not a micro-jump then that was good. Would probably need to wait on them to enter an allied system before they showed up again. Better than nothing.

Probably time to get back to the mess, huh?

No. It really is not.

POYO!​

 

[Siv Dragr]

S A B A C C

Location: Drunken Mynock
Objective: Win this Hand
Tag: Obran

Siv raised his eyebrow at the newcomer with a familiar face. "Except I don't talk," he said gruffly. "I win."

The Ugnaught had squealed a protest against Obran's abrupt entry into the game, but Siv waived the dealer down. "Deal him in," he said, flicking a credit at the Ugnaught for compensation, who accepted the payment reluctantly before dealing a hand of cards to the two. That didn't stop the Ugnaught from giving Obran an annoyed stare with his piggy eyes, though.

One benefit of playing with your helmet on was that an opponent couldn't read your facial expressions, at all. It was a good thing, too, because the hand that Siv had just been given wasn't the best. He'd have to bet on his spike card to give him any good chances.

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[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
S U P E R C O M M A N D O S

Location: Rothana, Space, Aboard The Hellhound, Starboard Airlock
Local Time: 21:37
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Destroy Hostile Vessel
Secondary Objective: Ensure Enclave Freighter is Protected
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack left behind in ship’s Armory, as well as the Primary, ENCL-36 Paranaor. Scatter-gun swapped with a PLX-1. Carrying The Goran’s Stand over his left pistol pouch over his kama.)
Tags: Romul Saxon | Tawnita Wren | Vren Rook | Shai Maji | Alora Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal

Spoiler: Music

The Supercommando squad had less than three hundred meters left towards their target. Kranak’s interactive heads-up display helped the giant to swiftly and accurately detect and avoid debris and the ship laser projectiles that engulfed him and his squad. The information was complimented with the speed and trajectories of the projectiles and debris, allowing him and his squad to easily maneuver around them with a jetpack or a rocket boots burst or two, gliding above them or under them.

The distance between the squad and the ship lessened in a short amount of time. Once they were close enough, they dispersed into a diamond shape with ten meter spacing between each squad mate first, then activated their jetpacks and rocket boots to slow down their descent onto the hull of the moving corvette.

A series of thuds would reverberate on the outer plating of the modernized Corvette as the four Supercommandos managed to land on top of the corvette successfully on their feet; their magno-grip boots sturdily gripped the steel outer plating of the ship. The other Supercommandos started to slowly make their way to Kranak, regrouping with him. With a pre-recorded movement of his eyes, the giant would bring up the schematics of the corvette on his heads-up display to locate a suitable point of infiltration into the ship for his squad. He would be cutting a sizable hole on the plating of the corvette with the retractable fusion-cutter on his right vambrace.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Is that Kranak and a squad?

Yes.

Is he flying through space?

Yes.

Can I...?

No.

"Why not?" Alora demanded.

The Gambit paused half a second before answering, "You are not a SuperCommando, and you need to keep feeding the Fleet battlefield intelligence."

Honey brown eyes narrowed as Alora stared out the panoramic windows of the command deck. "I could be a SuperCommando."

There was no response from the Gambit to that... opinion.

"I could! Totally could. Guess that means no one should shoot that ship." Notice was set to other ships in the area to not vaporize Kranak Vizsla and Krew.

Speaking of pirates -- kind of the mission, really -- Alora noticed the number of silly pirate people were rapidly decreasing. It was all the shooting wasn't it? Yeah. Oh, but what about the freighter? Alora leaned over to check up on how the beaten up transport was doing.

POYO!​

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
S U P E R C O M M A N D O S

Location: Rothana, Space, Aboard The Hellhound, Starboard Airlock
Local Time: 21:41
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Destroy Hostile Vessel
Secondary Objective: Ensure Enclave Freighter is Protected
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack left behind in ship’s Armory, as well as the Primary, ENCL-36 Paranaor. Scatter-gun swapped with a PLX-1. Carrying The Goran’s Stand over his left pistol pouch over his kama.)
Tags: Romul Saxon | Alora Vizsla | Tawnita Wren | Vren Rook | Shai Maji | Thonn Rokkal

Spoiler: Music

The empty proton shells clanged on the floor of the large dorsal turret as it’s pirate crew shot shell after shell at Enclave vessels with two proton cannons, complemented. The turret was loud and busy like a bee-hive as the pirate gunnery crew loaded shells in quick succession the moment the large guns let loose their shells against friendly space-craft engaged in battle. “Target that larger ship!” exclaimed their would-be battery commander, shouting the order to the battery under his command. They were focusing their efforts on The Hellhound.

They didn’t hear a fusion-cutter slicing into the spacious corridor that led out of the battery as a result. Sparks shot into the floor of the hallway from the ceiling as the hole was being cut. A one and a half meter wide circle was being cut slowly into the hallway. The cutting stopped once the hole was made. The circular cut metal plating didn’t drop on the floor as soon as it was cut, however.

Thud...

Someone stomped loudly on the cut durasteel plating. The cut plating jiggled and budged a little, but didn’t give way that easily. Another stomp followed behind the first one after a short pause.

Thud

The plating finally caved in under the strong stomping, falling down on the corridor with a loud metallic crash. The hot, melted steel along the edges of the hole that glowed red cooled down slowly after being cut by the fusion-cutter.

One of the loaders of the gunnery crew had noticed the crash, as he stood up near the large crate of proton shells he was in the process of opening, and peered into the corridor to his front. The weequay’s eyes widened in surprise and fear as he saw Kranak rappel from the large hole and into the hallway using his right vambrace’s repulsor assisted grappling hook, with a Particle Blaster Pistol drawn and pointing towards straight at the Weequay in his left hand.

The Weequay’s mouth opened for a shout, but before he could exclaim a word, the giant Supercommando dispatched him with several well placed blaster bolts at his chest. The loud burst blaster fire echoed in the hallway. The pirate’s lifeless body dropped on his back to the floor, landing on the small pile of spent proton shells behind him.

The Supercommando moved towards the staircase leading to the battery with his pistol raised. His squadmates dropped down from the hole one by one as soon as he was out of the way: First Kom’rk rappelled, then Crastor, and lastly came Beviin. The other Supercommandos followed Kranak with their blaster rifles raised, following him in a tight wedge formation.

The glances of several other pirates shot towards the corridor behind them. Several of the crew stopped what they were doing and turned behind them to see what was going on. The battery commander noticed the loaders weren’t feeding shells into the guns as the fire rate of the guns came to a halt. The man turned at them angrily and started shouting. “What the KARK! Why did you maggots stop loa-”

The battery commander’s words were cut short as Crastor fired a precise burst at his chest. The pirate’s body jolted backwards as his back met the cold durasteel floor. His hands and limbs went limp at the same time, never to move again.

The rest of the crew neither said or done anything at the sight of the four giant Mandalorians armed from buy'ce to cetare. They were in complete shock as none of them expected a boarding action. Some of them collapsed on the floor in fear, starting to beg for their lives. But their begging fell on deaf ears.

<”Eliminate them.”> The giant spoke softly into the squad commlink. Not a moment after the command was spoken, rifle and pistol fire rang in the battery; the screams and pleas of the pirates were drowned out from the storm of excessive blaster fire. The blaster fire subsided and halted as fast as it erupted. The bodies of the scum lay dead on the steel floor.

They were in.

The giant then swiftly issued commands to his squadmates as he turned around, making his way to the blast-doors that let out of the battery. <”Beviin, cripple the reactor. Crastor, Kom’rk,”> the giant descended the staircase swiftly as he spoke; his long black kama fluttered in harmony with his movement. <”You’re with me. We’re taking the bridge.”> His squad followed his lead without a word.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

The Gambit swooped in close to the freight. So close you practically couldn't tell them apart. Except for the different color hull. Okay, maybe someday they'd invest in a cameleon circuit. Not the Type Forty though! Those always got stuck in the weirdest colors.

"How's it look?" Alora asked as she leaned over to check the sensors again.

"Moderate to severe damage to the exterior hull. One shield generator offline. No weapons to speak of. Life support's functioning. A fire was recently contained and put out. Power generation is low, likely damage to their fusion core. Damage does not appear irreparable, however," the Gambit said aloud even as Alora's eyes scanned over the data at the same time. They were always on the same page, but the inner dialogue between them always got acted out regardless.

So, in short, the freighter was an inch away from popping.

A few finger dances and Alora positioned the Gambit over the freighter at its center of gravity (so to speak). "Alright, hail the freighter and let them know I'm not boarding them. Doubt they have any cyber-goods anyway. Tell them we'll try and get them out of here seeing how their engines are all kinds of sad-sad."

"I will inform them of your intent," the ship replied dutifully, though it had no intention of describing their engines as 'sad-sad.'

The thuds of grappling hooks and towing cables might unnerve some of the crew that weren't aware of who was doing the siezing, but they'd get over it. Unless the pirates took both of them out. Now that would suck.

POYO!​

 

[Shai Maji]

Equipment: In bio | The Hellhound | Baby
Tags: Romul Saxon | Vren Rook | Tawnita Wren | Alora Vizsla
Theme: Night Witches

The seconds had turned into minutes as they stood in front of the door. Shai was getting frustrated with their complete lack of ideas on how to solve this issue. Her foot tapped the floor idly as she glared at the vent. They were all too big to fit through, they couldn't reliably get grenades over to the other side, their breaching charges were finished, they had no options at all anymore. Her foot's tapping grew more intense as her breathing picked up.

"Kark it!" She barked with a fist against the blast door. She didn't have any options. There was only one that she could think of. "Weld the doors shut, keep them in there. They ain't going anywhere." She ordered her troops. After a few minutes of plasma cutting, the doors were sealed tightly shut and they followed their commander back to the Hellhound. She had something special in mind for them. When they got to the ship, their bridge was retracted and everything sealed tight. The harpoons got released and their ship slowly drifted away from the pirate frigate.

A few minutes later Shai came out with her Basilisk and landed next to the bridge area of the pirate ship. The Basilisk locked down against the hull and took position. Its rotary cannon started to spool up until it fired, producing a beam of constant yellow light. The beam bore through the armour in short order, then the top of the hull... then through a hallway. It kept drilling through the layers of the ship until it left a hole right through the ship. Air vented out and nearly threw the Basilisk off the hull. It wasn't going to be a quick death for the remaining pirates. With their ship dead in the water, there was no hope for them to fix up their hull breaches... or to even get out of the bridge. They were going to suffocate, or get their heads burst from the depressurization, or whatever other ways hit them first.

Shai watched calmly in the cockpit of the Basilisk for a moment before she returned to her ship. :: This is the Hellhound, anybody need any assistance? Their frigate is taken care of. :: She reported over the comms to all the others, her voice as cold as the void she subjected the pirates to.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

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"Yeah," Alora's voice cracked over the comm channel to Shai Maji . The Captain of her Own Fate clung to one side of the main panel as the Gambit shook. "Kind of got a few... pests flying around." Ordinarily the pirates never stood a chance, but with the freighter in tow they weren't half as nimble or fast. "My shields are extended around the freighter, but they aren't going to last forever. Get them off so I can get this freighter out of here?"

When engaged in a fight, the ship didn't waste time complaining or jeering Alora for her choices. When the chips were on the table, it was all business. At that moment, with a few small ships buzzing around, and their shields taxed from being extended beyond their normal range... definitely serious business. The Gambit had better defenses than most, but they weren't meant to solo a group fight.

POYO!​

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
S U P E R C O M M A N D O S

Location: Rothana, Space, Aboard Enemy Vessel, Moving Towards Vessel’s Bridge
Local Time: 21:47
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Destroy Hostile Vessel
Secondary Objective: Ensure Enclave Freighter is Protected
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack left behind in ship’s Armory, as well as the Primary, ENCL-36 Paranaor. Scatter-gun swapped with a PLX-1. Carrying The Goran’s Stand over his left pistol pouch over his kama.)
Tags: Alora Vizsla | Shai Maji | Romul Saxon | Vren Rook | Tawnita Wren

<”Go, go.”>

Stiff armored boots clacked on the durasteel corridor of the pirate vessel as the small squad of Supercommandos made their way towards the bridge; they ran in a pace with their rifles raised, ready to engage any hostile contacts as they moved towards the corvette’s bridge. Beviin had broken up from the squad as he went towards the ship’s reactor at it’s aft, so Kranak had only Crastor and Kom’rk with him for now.

They also had taken contact not long after they had cleared the battery of the large dorsal turret. The gunmen were dispatched swiftly, but the pirates now knew they were here. Not that the knowledge of Supercommandos presence aboard the ship was going to change what was in store for the pirate crew. No. Their fate was sealed.

The squad of giant Supercommandos emerged from the corner into another hallway, but were met with excessive blaster fire from a large group of pirates behind stacks of crates and barrels situated in the corridor that passed for barricades for them. Immediately after taking contact, the squad took cover by the bend of the corner that led towards the barricaded hallway.

<”A fine welcome for us, brothers!”> Rejoiced Crastor as he counted the rounds fired off from a heavy blaster suppressing the squad. They would first need to take out the heavy gunner before they could shift their attention to the rest of the scoundrels.

<”Reactor room cleared! Setting explosives.”> Beviin’s voice chirped over the squad’s commlink circuit amidst the hail of blaster bolts pinning the Supercommandos down behind cover.

<”We don’t have time for this.”> grunted Kranak as he reached for the missile launcher on his backplate with a swift motion. The massive launcher rested on his right shoulder as he calmly emerged from the corner in full view of the pirates. His personal energy shield that shrouded the giant crackled with a lively, energetic blue with each blaster bolt that struck the Mandalorian as it protected him from the lethal blaster fire. The Supercommando raised the launcher towards the gunmen, his fingers placed just so with the left hand steadying the right.

Click.

The explosive payload of the launcher shot out of the tube with a sharp shriek. The projectile traveled in the hallway leaving a white streak behind it briefly just before the missile struck the durasteel plating of the hallway wall, just behind the barricade the pirates had taken shelter.

With an orange red explosion that flared violently the moment the warhead made contact with the hard surface, the hallway’s contents spilled into the vast void as the explosion tore a large hole into outer space. Kranak’s and his squad’s magno-grip boots and helmet rebreathers activated in response to the air being sucked out into space. In response to her hull integrity getting compromised from the inside, the blast-door in the distance closed shut.

The barricade, and the pirates that hid behind them were no more. Crastor and Kom’rk soon emerged from the corner behind Kranak. The latter moved towards the large hole that opened up to outer space slowly to observe the battle that raged on outside.

<”Did you have to do that? We could have had some fun, you know.”> grunted Crastor, raising a protest at Kranak.

Kom’rk gave a nudge of his elbow as he walked to Crastor’s side. <”Don’t worry. We’ll get our chance rather soon, brother.”> He said in an attempt to reassure the momentarily disgruntled Commando.

Crastor sighed, continuing to remain patient for the time being. <”Fine.”>

The Vizsla remained silent as he watched The Hellhound blasted several pirate fighter craft with her guns, erasing them from existence. Mandalorian fighter craft were also deep in the thick of it as they intercepted a number of other pirate vessels. An idea came to his mind while Kom’rk and Crastor spoke.

<”Beviin, cancel demolitions and join us at the bridge.”> said Kranak over their commlink circuit hastily as he slung the massive missile launcher on his back plate. Small to large debris suspended mid air and the cables loosely dangling from the ceiling in the hallway softly bounced off him to the sides as the giant swiftly moved towards the sealed shut blast-door on the other end of the hallway.

<”Say again, boss?”> There was a hint of surprise in Beviin’s voice as he responded to Kranak. They were supposed to blow up the ship. Kranak could feel the inquiring gazes of Kom’rk and Crastor that shot at him from behind.

<”You heard me. Change of plans, vode. We’re commandeering this vessel from the pirates.”>

The giant started to cut open the blast-doors before him with the fusion-cutter on his right vambrace. The bridge was not too far away from the hallway they were in. It wouldn’t be too long until they breached and cleared the bridge.