Dominion The Future is Mandalorian [ ME Dominion of Uyter ]

[Halvard Monroe]

The hangar was loud as they always were before an operation. Engines cycling through diagnostics. Deck crews moving with practiced urgency. Voices carried across durasteel and vanished beneath the steady thrum of machinery preparing for war. Halvard stood beside his fighter with his helmet tucked beneath one arm, looking not at the ship but at the tactical projection hovering above the briefing table nearby. Riverbreaker glowed in pale blue light. Streets. Defensive positions. Estimated militia deployments. The governor's manor at the center of it all, marked by a cluster of red indicators where the Jedi had chosen to make their stand.

Around him, younger pilots talked through contingencies and predictions. How many Jedi. How long the defenses would last. Whether the locals would surrender once the first lines broke. Halvard ignored most of it. Battles rarely unfolded the way briefings promised they would. The map was useful. The assumptions were not.

"Looks like they're expecting a siege." His voice carried easily despite never rising above conversation. He studied the display for another moment, a Jedi Master. Militia forces and civilians who had already been moved from the streets. Everything was arranging itself exactly where it was supposed to be. The defenders had chosen their ground. Mandalore would decide whether it remained theirs.

He turned away from the briefing and walked over to his fighter, beginning his pre-flight inspection before he climbed into the cockpit. He trusted the maintenance crews; that wasn't a concern. But a pilot should know just as much about their craft as the ground crews, in his mind. A few misguided Jedi and some militia would not hold back the might of the Mandalorian Empire.

TAG: Tessa Monroe
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[Mig Gred]

Objective II
Tags: Veyla Krinn Itzhal Volkihar Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata

Mig looked at Veyla, nodding. “Learned from the best.” He said calmly, looking out at the crowd. He sighed a little, removing his helmet to get a better feel around him. “I know it’s probably not enough, but it’s something.”

He watched as a few people came in, then felt the calm that Kael was able to bring. Battle meditation. He’d felt it a few time working with the Jedi in the past. He was about to say something before hearing Kael’s plan. Run people from the surface to medical frigates, and asking if Leddie could be the one to fly the mission. Mig looked at his daughter for a moment, starting with a simple nod before speaking up.

“If she’s willing, I’d say do it. Get folks the help they need.” He said, trusting to younger Mandalorians to handle things.

 

[Leddie Gred]

Objective II
Tags: Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Veyla Krinn Itzhal Volkihar

Leddie was surprised when Kael said he wanted her help, and for her to fly his own ship. Yes she’d improved since the early days, but it was still surprising to her. “Wait, really?” She said before quickly getting her head in the game and nodded.

“I mean yes! I can handle the piloting.” She said, ready to go once Kael said the word. He ship after all. But she was ready to go and hopefully help some people.

 

[Itzhal Volkihar]

| Location | Uyter, Mid Rim Territories
| Objective | II - THE UYTER AIRLIFT

The Lawkeeper's visor glimmered under the harsh spray of the floodlights, distorted by the raindrops that fell upon the earth in a weeping shower, as his gaze swept across the throng of people moving restlessly below.

They looked so small against the inner ring of the stadium, rising towards the empty stands, where soldiers like him stood in silent judgment of a people utterly unprepared for the hardship placed upon them. Their lives diminished to fragile bundles slung over their shoulders, each burden representing dreams, struggles, and hope; ethereal wonders that may never be within reach again. All because Mandalore had turned their gaze upon them, and their leaders had dared to respond in defiance—reason denied in place of violence.

His boots clacked against the rough, grey surface of the stands, merging with the gentle pattering of the rain that danced across his vision, a sharp line in the sweeping waterfall that divided shelter and the muddy field beyond, where ships landed in orderly function. Another step drew him nearer to the precipice of the balcony, where the earthy aroma of rain-soaked soil wafted up, invading the confines of his buy'ce with vivid intensity as he drew in a deep breath, savouring the scent—before the smell of smoke and blaster fire could tarnish it all. His armoured shoulders shifted subtly with the inhale of his lungs, while his gloved hands slid down with the exhale to land upon the cold, metallic railing in front of him.

Would this planet be worthy of the sacrifices made in blood, sweat and tears? Would they?

Waves of people streamed through the evacuation lanes, rushing, crying, screaming, and clutching all they held dear. A human man, a young adult, still not fully grown, caught Itzhal's eye when he stumbled through the crowd, sparse traces of facial hair sprouting across his chin in an imitation of a beard. Another figure, wrapped in a shabby cloak that had grown muddy around the edges, reached out to place a hand on the child's shoulder, offering words of wisdom muffled by distance and the uproar of panicked voices. They must have sensed his gaze. Their face, cloaked in shadow, turned to face him, elderly veins sprouting along the slender stretch of their pale neck and the sharpened line of their jaw, as green eyes blazed through the waterlogged haze.

Movement shifted in the corner of his periphery, a sharp blur that stumbled into the scene with the furious energy of children that didn't understand why everyone else was scared—and a terrified mother, with enough panic for the rest of them.

By the time they'd passed, the figure in the cloak was gone.

Itzhal loosened his grip on the chilling expanse of metal before him, allowing his left hand to gently glide across the stretch ahead until it settled upon the intricate array of buttons adorning the gauntlet of his other arm, still braced against the balcony. With a surprisingly soft click compared to the decisive jab of his index finger, the com-link sprang to life.

"Squad leaders, this is Oath Actual," his voice was steady, measured in a way that transferred none of the turmoil that leaked beneath the surface as his gaze turned hard. "We have suspicious contacts within the crowd. Coordinates of their last sighting should now be transmitted to your HuDs. Those within the quadrant investigate; the rest of you are to continue as normal, treat the situation cautiously if you encounter anything out of the ordinary, but in the meantime, our priority remains the relief efforts."

Tags: OPEN + Veyla Krinn Mig Gred Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata​

 

[Veyla Krinn]

Objective: 2
Mig Gred Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Itzhal Volkihar

The evacuation site had settled into a rhythm that only looked chaotic from a distance. Up close, Veyla could see the pattern beneath it. Medics moving casualties. Crew chiefs were directing families toward transports. Refugees clutching what little remained of their lives as they shuffled through the rain and floodlights. It wasn't orderly, but it was working.

Kael's proposal earned an immediate nod of approval from her. The logic was sound. The larger transports could move numbers, but numbers weren't the priority when someone's condition couldn't survive the wait.

"Do it," she said. "The faster the critical cases reach proper facilities, the better."

Her gaze shifted briefly toward Leddie, a faint hint of a smile touching her features as the younger Mandalorian quickly recovered from her surprise and threw herself into the task. "Sounds like you've got your pilot." There was no need for further discussion. Mig had already given his approval, and Kael knew what his ship could handle better than anyone present.

Before she could say anything further, a transmission crackled across the local comm channels. Oath Actual. Veyla fell silent and listened.

As the coordinates populated across her HUD, her expression tightened slightly beneath the helmet. Suspicious contacts. Possible infiltrators. In another situation, it might have sounded routine. Here, with frightened civilians packed shoulder to shoulder and tensions already stretched thin, it carried a different weight entirely.

Her eyes swept across the crowd instinctively, following the highlighted sector on her display. Thousands of moving bodies. Families. Volunteers. Refugees. Soldiers. More than enough people for someone to disappear among.

"Copy that, Oath Actual," she transmitted calmly. "I'll keep an eye out while we're moving casualties."

The reply wasn't an offer to take over the search. It wasn't her sector, and it wasn't her operation. But every pair of eyes helped.

Her attention returned briefly to Kael and Leddie.

"Get those patients airborne," she said. "We'll keep the lanes clear down here."

Then she turned back toward the sea of civilians and the rain-soaked evacuation routes, one hand resting near her rifle as she resumed helping direct frightened families toward the waiting transports. The relief effort remained the priority. If someone was hiding among the crowd, they would find them soon enough.

Until then, every civilian that left the surface was one less person caught in whatever came next.

 

[Hanna]

Location: Jedi Enclave, Central City - Uyter
Thread Objective: III
Mission Objective:

• Reconnoiter the Jedi Enclave.
• Infiltrate the Jedi Enclave.
• Recover any intelligence from within the Enclave regarding the Jedi-led resistance.

Tag: Israel Maia Adelle Bastiel

It was an impressive thing to witness the Mandalorians fly their heavily-armed, savage Basilisks with such speed, skill, and—relevant to this particular mission—stealth. Never before had Hanna imagined that such a monstrous war droid could be handled with enough finesse to infiltrate a Jedi Enclave. At least with her repulsorlift skates, concealing her presence was somewhat intuitive. She never needed to make contact with the ground, so she did not have to worry about generating an audible signature via her footsteps. The faint whine of the skates’ repulsorlifts was silenced by integrated sound-auditory dampeners. And then there was speed, which itself could be a form of stealth by allowing her to quickly slip through high-risk areas while leaving nought but a slight gust of wind in her wake.

Taking advantage of the mobility afforded by her skates, the small-statured repulsorlift-skating Death Watch mercenary tailed the Jai’galaar Basilisk of Adelle Bastiel from below, the skater scything through the structured urban terrain as the machine overhead danced around laser fire and weaving fighters. With their rapid pace, it was not long before the Enclave loomed in the distance, at which point Hanna angled into a sharp turn, taking an alternative route to get inside the walls.

It was then that the sensors integrated her bodysuit picked up a trace, which quickly stabilized into a quartet of humanoid lifeform signatures.

Twinned verpine shatter pistols came free of their holsters as Hanna activated her bodysuit’s cloaking device, shrouding her form in warped light and sound. Invisible, the Qilin swerved around the corner, towards a protected rear entrance to the Enclave. Four armed soldiers guarded the junction, their postures alert but unsuspecting.

Hanna kicked out her legs and slid to a sudden stop, before bringing up her pistols and partially dropping her cloak so that she could see the reticule in her HUD. Otherwise entirely invisible, the Qilin opened fire, sending a silenced staccato quartet of slugs lancing through the air at blistering hypervelocity. Each projectile found its mark in a guard’s helmet in a series of sharp cracks of something hard being violently shattered, before penetrating the braincase beneath. The guards dropped in sequence, grey matter oozing from the perforations as thin wisps of steam curled from the holes in their helmets.

Hanna pressed on into the Enclave, quickly arriving near the designated Nite Owl rendezvous point. She glanced up to see the Jai’galaar Basilisk flying overhead, its rider kneeling on the lip of the building’s roof ( Adelle Bastiel ). On her level, she saw a woman with curly auburn hair slipping out from behind a facial covering ( Maia ), then another Basilisk that had landed nearby ( Israel ).

“Hanna reporting present,” Hanna transmitted over the encrypted comm channel, warning her allies of her arrival. A moment later, her form shimmered into visibility as her cloak deactivated. Light once more stabilized around her to reveal her armored form and the distinct horn projecting sharply upward from the forehead area of her helmet.

She lifted her chin, her tone soft yet purposeful. “What’s our next step?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Sparkle Velocity
  
  • Gauntlets and Vambraces
    
    • Modular Weapon Mount (3) - R
      
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • Medium Plasma Gas Canister
      • NML-02VTB Nano Missile Launcher
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • Depleted Baradium-tipped Baradium Nano Missiles (12)
    • Modular Weapon Mount (3) - L
      
      • IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • CryoBan Canister
      • Repulsor Projector
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear - Jump Skates: Mounted
• Glitter Roses (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Extended Magazine - Standard Penetrator: Void Stone Treatment (2)
    • Standard Magazine - Standard Penetrator: Void Stone Treatment (4)
    • Standard Magazine - Seismic Implosive-Explosive: Void Stone Treatment (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Phase I "Susurration" Anti-Sonic Silencer
• Hanna’s HB-42 Disruptor Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium X Gas and CryoBan Coolant (12)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Phase I "Susurration" Anti-Sonic Silencer
• Mobius Bes’Kad
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Israel]

Wearing:
Beskar'gam - Ripper - PDW - Beskad​

OBJECTIVE III - JEDI ENCLAVE

In one sweeping motion, Israel dismounted his faithful Basilisk.

The War Droid, in kind, lumbered a step forward - inclining its "head" towards the Witch before them. The Supercommando knew that the gesture was futile, for this particular woman was not a fan of anything mechanical. Frankly if it wasn't green and in the dirt, it was on her chit list. The thought amused Israel for a moment, but there was business to attend to.

Thus his gaze turned to the fiery-haired Witch.

"And here I thought patience was a Witch's virtue." came his reply. He parted his lips to say more, but a message came over the Nite Owl channel, rattling fresh in his buy'ce. Israel immediately recognized the voice as belonging to one of the Iron Lords. He nodded at the woman's words, saying:

"Good to know we weren't the only ones with this hunch. Let us know if you find anything of note."

Soon, another voice buzzed in on the channel, belonging to one called Hanna. Israel was less familiar with those voice, but took a moment to contemplate the best course of action.

"I'll task my Basilisk with drawing attention to itself and giving us space to infiltrate. Based on our current positions, I'll task it with making noise on the western side of the Enclave. Priority one is finding out the why behind these Jedi. It's known that Jedi love hording their knowledge in dedicated Archives, so see if you can locate that. Stay alert, stay alive."

With thus said, Israel clicked his tongue and his War Droid sprang into action. It leapt skyward, ascending and moving over the Enclave until settling into the Western side. It did not immediately press the attack, giving space if the others had needs before then. As for the Supercommando, he motioned towards the Witch.

"Got my back?"

Maia , Adelle Bastiel , Hanna

 

[Siv Kryze]

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The storm had done little to improve Siv Kryze's mood.

Rain drummed steadily against blue-and-silver beskar as he moved along the upper concourse overlooking the evacuation lanes. Below, thousands of civilians shuffled through floodlit corridors toward waiting transports while Mandalorian crews worked to keep panic from overtaking common sense. It was a different kind of battlefield than the ones he was accustomed to. No trenches. No fortified positions. Just frightened people trying to escape a war that had arrived at their doorstep.

A pair of Nite Owls moved alongside him while several more maintained patrol routes throughout the stadium. Their orders were simple enough: keep the evacuation moving, keep civilians safe, and deal with any threats before they became problems.

Frankly, Siv preferred it this way.

His hand absently drifted toward his left thigh as he walked.

Even now the old injury lingered. The bacta had done its work and the flesh had healed, but some wounds left reminders that never truly disappeared. The Shroud Knight during the Diarchy campaign had made certain of that. One lightsaber strike had nearly cost him the leg entirely. Ever since then, Siv had developed a healthy appreciation for fighting enemies who weren't carrying plasma blades capable of turning years of training into a permanent limp.

"See a Jedi, call someone else first," he muttered over the squad channel.

One of the Nite Owls chuckled.

"Thought Mandalorians weren't afraid of Jedi."

Siv snorted.

"Not afraid. Smart. There's a difference."

The squad continued their patrol, eyes sweeping over the masses below. Families. Farmers. Workers. Refugees. Thousands of faces blurred together beneath the rain and floodlights.

Then his HUD flashed.

A priority transmission.

Itzhal Volkihar 's voice came through clearly.

"Squad leaders, this is Oath Actual. We have suspicious contacts within the crowd..."

Siv's expression immediately hardened as the coordinates populated across his display.

There.

Not far from his current position.

The Warden of Concordia slowed to a stop and studied the highlighted sector below. The crowd was dense enough for anyone to disappear if they knew what they were doing. Refugees packed shoulder to shoulder. Volunteers moving supplies. Medical personnel rushing casualties toward transports.

Perfect cover.

"Copy, Oath Actual."

His voice was calm as he switched channels.

"Nite Owls, we're moving."

Instantly the squad adjusted course.

Siv pointed toward the designated section of the stadium.

"Two with me. The rest spread out and watch the exits. No heroics."

His gaze lingered on the crowd below.

"Could be nothing."

A pause.

"Could be Jedi trying to slip through the evac."

That possibility alone was enough to sour his mood further.

"Either way, we find them before they find trouble."

With that, Siv stepped off the walkway and ignited his jetpack. The familiar roar cut through the rain as he descended toward the highlighted sector, several Nite Owls following close behind.

The evacuation remained the priority.

But if someone was hiding among the civilians, they were about to discover that the Nite Owls were very good at finding things.

Tags: Itzhal Volkihar | Veyla Krinn | Mig Gred | Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata | OPEN​

 

[Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata]

Tags: Veyla Krinn Itzhal Volkihar Mig Gred
OBJECTIVE: II - THE UYTER AIRLIFT
Ship: The Cabur Rekr (The Guardian Wolf)
Armor: Dauntless-type Beskar'gam
Blade: Tal'Alor Beskad
Primary Weapon: Plasma Bow
Secondary Weapon: Paired Beskar Tonfa

Kael nodded to the Alor, acknowledging their orders and the warning coming over the comms. He turned to some of the medics already on scene. “I’m taking the six most critical patients. Prep them for travel.” He pulled out his bow and kept a weather eye over the crowds. “Lettie, please keep your eyes up and that Besbev at hand. The Cabur Rekr is to the south of the stadium, it is a modified J-type Nubian, like a N-1 but bigger, think you can handle it?” He was paying attention to the medics and medical droids gathering the wounded that needed immediate evacuation.

 

[Maia]

UYTER - OBJECTIVE III

The thud of his boots sent shock waves through the earth. Through me.

I grimaced at the Basilisk as it lowered it's head in a grim mockery of conciousness. I hated that thing.

Not in the way one hated an enemy. More like a stubborn parasite that had attached itself to someone you cared about and simply refused to die. It was loud, ugly, smelled faintly of oil and scorched metal, and somehow survived every situation that should have reduced it to scrap. Luckily, Israel pipped up before I had too long to think on it.

A wry laugh trickled from my lips. “Patience is a virtue for other witches. You exhausted my supply years ago.”

The answer came easily. Practiced through years of trading sarcastic barbs with him. Easier than admitting I had been genuinely relieved when I felt the familiar tremor of his ridiculous machine crossing the ground. Before we could speak any further, reinforcements arrived.

One voice became two. Two became three.

Soon enough the comm channel was alive with the familiar exchange of reports and plans. Coordinates. Objectives. Orders. Mandalorians had a remarkable talent for multiplying. Leave two alone long enough and before long there would be twenty more descending from the sky, all armed to the teeth and convinced they were being subtle. The corner of my mouth twitched, but I had promised him I would make an attempt at being friendly.

“Glad to have you with us.” I shot down the comms to Hanna and Adelle Bastiel .

At least these ones were predictable. Joining the pattern I had etched out in my mind seamlessly, but I knew there would be more. Another thread woven into the tapestry. Another stone dropped into still water. Spreading ripples. Complicated things. Prophecy was easier when people stayed home. Unfortunately, people rarely listened to prophecy.

Least of all Mandalorians.

Israel took command with the same impressive confidence that he had displayed since we were children. The same kind that had landed him the role of Super Commando. Laying out a plan that had a clear directive, but left much to chance. I hated chance. I hated the unseen. Though I was willing to admit even my own foresight couldn’t predict what would happen when we managed to breach the gates.

His motion caught my eye, and I cocked a brow in response.

He didn’t need to ask. He never needed to ask. We had been each other’s shadows from the moment memory had begun to form. Him without me and me without him felt as wrong as a moonless night. Worse than a storm without rain. Strange as a tree with no roots, or a mirror without a reflection.

“Got your back?” I hummed, tilting my head as I pretended to ponder the question. “I don't know, it might be getting too big for that.” But as he headed towards the enclave, my steps matched his.

The earth beneath the city was strange. Buried beneath cool white marble and construction, but not dead. Roots still lingered in hidden places. Moss and lichen crept through forgotten cracks. Tiny stubborn things, clinging to life where they weren't wanted.

Their whispers brushed against the edge of my thoughts, murmuring a twisted mess of secrets and directives I could not quite untangle. Disturbed. Restless. Waiting.

A frown tugged briefly at the corner of my mouth. Something lay ahead. I couldn't tell what. Only that the pattern felt wrong. Too many roots growing in the same direction. Too many threads pulling toward a single point.

The sensation passed as quickly as it came. I rolled my shoulders, preparing myself for something that couldn’t truly be prepared for.

"Try not to get shot," My smile returned. "I'd hate to have to explain to your Basilisk that you're dead."​

Israel • Adelle Bastiel • Hanna • Open​

 

[Tessa Monroe]

Tessa’s own nose was so buried in her datapad, skimming the briefing pausing on the image of the Jedi Master that had slithered their way into the minds of Uyter and made them think it was possible to withstand the might of the Mandalorian Empire. She took a breath, exhaling out of her nose, the noise of the other pilots' chattering washing over her until his voice carried over them. Halvard’s words silenced them, settling debates before moving to his fighter.

The rest of them dispersed, moving to their own as Tessa pushed off the crate she’d been leaning on and hopped onto the rungs of the ladder to lean into his cockpit as he settled into the seat.

“Hey, I hate to be the one to break it to you but uhh,” She cocked her head to the side, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she lowered her voice to a whisper, “You sound like Buir.”

She gave him a mocking pat of sympathy on his shoulder, before jumping back down and moving to her own fighter.

“Let’s show these kids how it’s done, ori’vod.”

It had been a long time since they’d flown together, and that alone was enough for Tessa to forget that they were about to rain hell down upon a misguided militia, instead as the canopy of the Cabur closed with a hiss and she slid her helmet on, she felt a trill of excitement.

Moments later, they launched, from the noisy hangar into the quiet of space where Tessa had always felt safest, the verdant celestial body that was Uyter, rising rapidly to meet them as they skimmed past the traffic slowly leaving the airlift and pushed to break through the atmosphere.

Halvard Monroe

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[Mig Gred]

Objective II
Tags: Veyla Krinn Itzhal Volkihar Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Siv Kryze

Mig heard the transmission, looking down at his gauntlet. He sighed and slid his helmet back on. Always another problem. Felt like his life sometimes when he was dealing with his own people as opposed to the Fleet. Yes, he was Force sensitive. In theory he could track a Jedi even without specific training. Too bad his time was spent on the physical side of the Force and not the mental. At least that’s how he’d explain what he was doing.

“Vode, I’ve just got one warning.” He started, making sure to keep it to local comms, not that he was under any delusion the Mand’alor would hear about this somehow. “For Manda’s sake, evac zones are supposed to be neutral territory, and Clan Gred’s pulled all sorts in our time. You start a fight in here and you’re not going to like the response.” He then sighed, knowing this could go sideways quick. Wouldn’t be the first time he went against a Mand’alor’s orders technically, but this was important by his own measure. Whatever happened here could have him wondering how things would go moving forward. Who knew what the future was about to hold.

 

[Leddie Gred]

Objective II
Tags: Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Veyla Krinn Itzhal Volkihar Siv Kryze

Leddie smiled, noting his point about keeping her bes’bev ready. Of course she had better options for defense, but still it was nice.

”I learned to fly jayga’buir’s courier, so a J-Type shouldn’t be too hard.” She said before turning to make her way south, looking back as she did. ”Be careful. I don’t think this’ll go sideways, but… you never know.” This was in part after hearing what her father said. She knew him too well to think it was a bluff. She started hurrying through the crowd, tapping her comms.

“V-3, how are things up there?” She soon got back a flurry of Binary about things being boring. Apparently the droid had thought Tsad was here to fight, not “babysit.” She just shook her head. “Quiet’s good today buddy. Oh and I get to fly a J-type.” There were a few surprised and irritated beeps before she cut the comm, snickering a little as she finally saw the ship. She stopped for a second, noting sure what to make of her at first before snapping out of it and heading for the boarding ramp.


She ran through rush checks in her head, quickly following what she needed to get off the ground fast. If she had time she could check more thoroughly, but right now she has to get things ready to fly.