The Magnificent Probably More than Seven [Primeval Invasion of Mandalorian Wayland]

[S.U.N.D.O.W.N]

Kran searched through the forest, his dual heavy blaster pistols drawn. He knew what he was searching for, the Mandalorians, and maybe some wildlife. He decided to take an Aerial view of the jungle and search for where the battle was happening.​

He didn't see anything that interesting. So he landed once more, proceeding through the jungle, he took his steps calmly, and quietly, he didn't want himself to be detected. He continued to scan for life in the jungle around him.​

Not finding anything, he thought that the Sith were having all the fun.​

He stopped in his tracks, deciding to wait for the Mandalorians to come to him.​

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Objective: What is your character doing?​

Location: The Jungle
Allies: The Primeval | Zambrano the Hutt | Keira Ticon | Boo Chiyo | Taryc Ap'Irae | The Dark Man | Lord Daemos | Kiran Vess | Vheissu Ireles | Jemmila Kyrgen | Perla Pirjo | Darth Vornskr | Kran Meelan | Bal'gul | Einar Shadowmane | Flannigan Mcnash | Auswyn Nothrael | Ebenezer | Orkamaat | Jun Nez | Mikkel Markov | Azrael Asura
Enemies: The Mandalorians.
Gear: Sky-Strike Miniature Jump Pack | Primeval Tactical Armor | | MT-14 Heavy Blaster Pistol |

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Location: The Jungle​

Objective: Make some beskar tincans.​

Enemies: Mandalorians.​

Allies: Primeval​

Anaya had been here before. Not here, not on Wayland, but here fighting mandalorians. She'd been an apprentice then, one that rose quickly to knight under the guise and training of the Emperor Moridin. She paused and crouched as other agents advanced past her and relished in the chaos brewing around her. Already the air was thick with the ozone stink of blaster fire and the smoke of fallen ships. There was a vibration in the air, a desire to win on either side. Fear had yet to take a hold but it was there in brief glimmers as the first lines began to fall. She'd missed the stink of war, missed the dark side tremours that came with it.

Anaya Fen was here for one reason only. The mandalorians were one of the few enemies she'd held great respect for, one of the few hands she'd be happy to die at. She smirked opening her eyes and rising to her feet as she immersed herself in the darkside. No death today, today Anaya was reacquainting herself with old enemies, today she would remind the mandalorians why fething with her was not a good plan.

Snap-hiss

She twirled the saber staff absently and she began to hum to herself.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Objective: Objective 2: Rumble in the Jungle
Location: In the Jungle
Allies:
Enemies: Prime



Anastasia had never been to Wayland before but now was good as any to visit. The only trouble was that it wasn't going to be a visit of pleasure but more business. Well actually all business she had a date set with Prime. It was quite rude of them not to set up a reservation. She would have been there waiting for them with flowers and chocolates but now she had to go rushing around. She hadn't even had time to bake cookies. How rude!

Sighing she looked out the port window as she flew through hyperspace to the destination. Ana was normally a patient woman but right now she was more than a little jumpy. She needed to get there and soon before Prime did and started destroying everything that they had worked so hard to build.

The last invasion that the young woman had been apart of Ana had still been that small scared little girl just beginning to learn about herself. She had no armor and only had learned a few force abilities. This time was different as the force master now wore pink armor to this battle. It was time to show the Galaxy what she was made of. She planned to use the environment around her to her advantage. She nor the Mandalorian's were not to be tangled with.

Brushing a branch out of her way she tramped on through the forest looking for Prime. She could sense their presence out here and knew it wasn't long till she would come across one.

Nature had always been her friend and it was a friend she planned to call on today. Her work in the garden wasn't for nothing. She had learned to twist and turn plants and grow them into whatever she wished. Ana, of course, had other tricks up her sleeve.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Objective C
Location: Nearing the top of Mount Tantiss [MAP]
Allies: [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"]
Enemies: [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"]
Gear: TS-1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_K8P-pny4dk​

Laguz Vald was, as always, having an identity crisis — possibly because a certain Host Lord was giving xem the cold shoulder — but luckily for the sniper, xe had learned to deal with that particular feeling over the many years if xir existence. Sometimes getting piss-drunk helped, other times xe'd go and pack xir system to the brim with glitterstim and other, less-identifiable substances. There were times, however, when nothing short of wholesale slaughter would appease the shifter.

Which is why, of course, xe ended up muttering colorful expletives in a multitude of the Galaxy's languages, fuming slightly as xe watched the pilot steer the stealth transport towards their point of interest. Once more, the ruthless delegation of [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] had xem coddling who knows who — hopefully someone competent, at least — on some sneaky mission in the depths of Mandalorian territory.

Were xe in a better mood, Laguz would've cracked a few tasteless jokes on the matter, but xe was far too busy cradling xir precious rifle with an ominous glint in xir red eyes — borrowed from the barabel, please and thank you — for anything resembling humor.

Laguz cast a look around the dropship, xir gaze lingering on the two operatives that would be joining xem on this particular expedition. An armored Kel Dor and… the sniper narrowed xir eyes some more, whatever that is. A heavy sigh escaped xir lips, and then the shifter decided it was time to figure out who xe was today.

Soon™.

Spoiler: OOC

Prime: We'll arrive at the mountain in my next post.

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Primeval, [member="Bal'gul"]
Gear: single phase lightsaber, dual phase lightsaber, light foil, skinning knife, E-11 blaster rifle, bandolier of grenades, night ops armor, Sith power gauntlets, comlink

He senses tingles as he watched a ship crash into the nearby jungle. A chuckle fled from his mouth as he found a presence has survived and was now making it's way in his direction. Blue eyes burned with excitement as he turned toward where he would soon greet this adversary.

Words skipped from the foliage as a creature came into view. Grotesque and riding on a repulsorsled it's eyes and tentacles writhed in various direction. Again the Mad Knight chuckled.

"I'll choose Nimrod."

He took hold of the force and infused his body before raising a hand slowly and launching a wave of force lightening at the creature as a test. When he was younger he would have just activated his lightsaber and leapt forward seeking to get right to the slice and dice. But experience had taught Muad about being smart.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dP9q-sUP5Es[/youtube]​

Objective: Objective B
Location: In the Jungle, the mighty Jungle the Sith prowls tonight
Allies: Those other people.
Enemies: MERNDERLURINS
Gear:

• Vornskr's Sith Armor
• Custom Sith Shuk'orok
• Vornskr's Sith Lightsaber
• Vornskr's Secondary Sith Lightsaber
• The Scepter of Power

Vornskr was having a terribly nagging case of déjà vu right now as the Primeval strike force materialized over the Mandalorian world of Wayland, an image conjuring up in his mind of a similar fleet exploding from hyperspace over the unsuspecting world of Junction so many, many years ago. A different time, a different Dark Lord, and a different Kaine Zambrano who was all too eager to spill blood in the name of his beliefs. Perhaps the last part hadn't changed very much over the years, but those beliefs had changed quite considerably. The warning klaxons began to wail as the Mandalorian defenses reacted quickly to the sudden threat firmly embedding itself into it's flesh, and the attack was very much now underway. Deep within the bowels of the creaking warship the Sith Lord was finishing his pre-battle ritual, his muscular body slathered with blessed oils that smelled of death, and his armor inscribed with ancient Sith runes that summoned forth visions of shrieking daemons and tortured souls. A throng of hooded servants took each piece of the black armorplast and began to adhere it over the black robe that was draped over Vornskr's body, and before too long the Sith Lord was dressed for battle.

Rising, Vornskr extended his right hand to pull his lightsaber from the pillowed pedestal it rested upon, and with his left hand he pulled a similar lightsaber from it's pedestal. From the darkness slithering forth a serpentine mass of black scales that wrapped itself up his leg before coiling tightly around his waist like a belt, the Sith Lord affectionately running his armored fingers across the creature's scaled hide. From there he departed to the warship's gaping hangerbay, where dozens of dropships were already finishing their loading procedure and streaming past the shielded threshold out into space and down to the planet below. Vornskr's own shuttle would be the last to depart, and was filled with only a handful of his soldiers along with several technicians and pilots. Quickly walking down the stairs that led from the upper catwalk down to the hanger floor, the Sith Lord would heed the reports given to him by his underlings before strapping himself into the shuttle's seats along with the dozen or so Blackblade soldiers who had already done so. With a groan of metal and the dull roar of thrusters igniting the shuttle lifted itself off of the metal floor, and burst forth into the blackness of the void before turning and angling itself down towards the ever expanding marble that hung against the darkness.

As they pierced the atmosphere and began to skim along the treeline towards the Mandalorian fortress far in the distance the shuttle came under fire by heavy flak, the pilot doing his best to weave in and out of the blasting zone, but to no avail as one of the shuttle's wings was clipped by enemy fire and exploded in a ball of flame. The shuttle veered sharply down in to the left, and began to crash through the upper levels of the trees before finally coming down hard against several more, crumpling down to the forest floor with a heavy thud. Vornskr had erected a Force Bubble around himself that cushioned the impact on his person leaving him relatively unruffled, but the other personnel inside did not fare so well. Suffice to say Vornskr was the only survivor of the crash, and now he was alone in a jungle deep in hostile territory. Never one to be daunted for too long, the Sith Lord merely rolled both of his shoulders and began to probe deeper into the jungle for any allies.

Or any enemies.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Objective: B - 2 - PvP
Location: Jungle
Allies: Primeval, [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Auswyn Nothrael"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Anaya Fen"][member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Auswyn Nothrael"]
Enemies: Mandalorians,
Primary Target: [member="Muad Dib"]
Secondary: [member="Conner Garon"]
Nearby/Surrounding: [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Gear:
x1 Hoversled, x8 lightsabers

"Ah, a being of double entendres."

A pair of Bal'guls eyes flicked between the alleged-Mandalorian and the sphere of Force energy the 'nimrod' was gathering in his hand.

"How apropos."

All eight of the tentacles abruptly ducked underneath the Iyra and with incredible celerity drew out an octet of slender cylinders. Each of the tactile members curled lovingly around its own private hilt and with a series of flicks a veritable chorus of snap-hisses crackled through the muggy atmosphere. Eight emerald lightsabers sent a cascade of luminescence through the gloom of the jungle, illuminating all in garish verdancy.

Jagged bolts of azure lighting fizzled through the air toward Bal'gul, only to be intercepted by a triad of overlapping emerald blades. Sparks flew as they conjoined. The spitting fires of green and blue reflected in several of Bal'gul's eyes. He might have smiled, if he had a mouth the nimrod could see. He settled for burbling wickedly.

Blub. Blub. Blub.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: B
Location: In the jungle
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Mandos
Gear: Chain-sickle, Primeval Advanced Agent Tactical Armor, Lightsaber,
Rancor battle mount

Perla Pirjo was made for the jungle. The witch initiate had grown up in the Great Canyon Clan on Dathomir, but was very familiar with wet, tropical terrain none the less as her homeplanet had a varied clime. Whether it was an animal or a rival witch clan, she had hunted in thick foliage, in rain, with insects biting her and giant snakes under her bare feet.

She hoped however, during this battle with the Mandolorians, her feet wouldn’t actually touch the ground. She was riding atop of Xana, her humongous battle rancor, whose tough hide could withstand both most blaster fire and glancing strikes from a lightsaber. Xana was a bull rancor, the largest and fiercest of the species. Perla kicked harshly into her flanks and murmured some encouraging words to the creature before heading out to engage with the enemy. Her Force bond with the beast kept the female rancor firmly under her control at all times. If the bond was broken the creature would probably attack anyone and anything, allies alike.

Perla wore the Advanced Agent Tactical Armor, carried a Nightsister Chain-sickle and had her lightsaber hooked to a belt affixed to her armor. Using the Force and chanting in ancient Paecian, Perla began working the creature up into a frenzy, so that whoever she faced would need to get past the bull rancor’s razor sharp teeth and claws before they could get to her.

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: A, probably annoy [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Location: Outside the base
Allies: Anja Aj'Rou, Primeval
Enemies: Mandalorians
Gear: Lightsaber, outfit

This was nearly a repeat of what had happened on another jungle planet a few years ago. Another dropship, not quite the same in every aspect but similar enough, touching down in another fortified area, with the Sith once more an ally in all respects. But this time Keira wasn't quite free in all aspects, not as she had been previously. A Master in some respects but not in all, now a member of The Primeval instead of the Ravens, and something of an unwilling member at that. Instead of the Jedi the Mandalorians were the enemy, a warrior culture she had clashed with once before, the crossbow bolt scar on her right side a strong testament to that. The scenario was different but the game itself was the same, and she was more than ready to play once again.

Unlike the others aboard she was far from pious, their near-silent prayers only providing background noise to her own preparations, which included nothing more than a quiet standing meditation. The heavier outer robe had been shed even before they had taken off, leaving her in the still torn and tattered ensemble beneath. No armor had been donned as none had been offered, no secondary weapon had been granted beforehand. Left with nothing more than her lightsaber in defense, she was content. This was a chance to release the pent up frustration that had been brewing in her core since her capture, a chance to prove herself once more in the eyes of others. Combat was where she thrived, where she was finally encompassed in some semblance of peace. It allowed the horrors of reality to be forgotten. And at the moment, that was what she needed.

Jarred from her own thoughts by the shake and rumble of the ship finally touching down, she pulled herself back into the confines of the physical realm, smoldering amber eyes opening from where they were once half-closed slits to regard her surroundings once more, the roar of enemy fire already audible even through the walls. The near-darkness of the interior was pierced as the doors opened and the landing ramp slid down, troops pouring out at a steady pace, seeming to be a never-ending river of destruction. As Anja eventually stepped forth she did the same, remaining a respectful distance behind and slightly to the side of the woman, saber at her hip, the only object of familiarity that had kept her grounded.The battle hadn't been joined yet, but it would be soon. Very soon.

Reaching out with the Force, she didn't push out her aura, but allowed its volatility to remain as it always had, tangible for all those sensitive to the energy field. Maneuvering her way through the guards that surrounded the Host Lord she stepped up to walk beside her, still not quite meeting the gaze of the other, her attention focused elsewhere. There were other sensitives about, both on her own side and that of the enemy. Quite an interesting fight would transpire should they chance to cross paths. Her focus narrowed to the immediate area within and surrounding the base, herself still not palming the weapon at her side. Her reveal as a Force sensitive would come soon enough, but it could wait. She didn't want to become the target of any enemy fire just yet. Let the others fall first.

Without turning her head or raising her voice beyond a typical conversational tone, she spoke, "Since when do you fight? I thought that was my job."

 

[Vuhan Chen]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandolorians
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

Spoiler

Conner Load-out
Armor
Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle
Melee
Pistols
Tools
Ysalamari

Looking up more and more drop ships were coming down on the planet and the jungle filling with the very sith and darksiders not only responsible for the death of Conner's mother but for the death of billions of others. Conner let out a low throaty growl that was quickly Interrupted by a deep rumbled thump. Waiting for another second it happened again and again, thump, thump, thump, thump, each time growing closer and closer as trees began to shake and puddles rippled under the seismic force of something big coming their way.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP​

Conner began to shift away from the eight armed freak and started to move back a bit, he felt a sinking feeling in his gut but he had to push through that. Whatever was out there he had the fire power to take it out, twenty blast bugs loaded into his rifle each with the explosive power of a frag grenade, Conner was confident whatever it was he could bring it down with enough shots. So as he made his way closer to the noise he found what he was looking for, a bull rancor and witch [member="Perla Pirjo"] riding atop it with a sick blade on her person.

"They brought a rancor, I'm getting movement everywhere. Moving to engage." Conner radioed to his uncle [member="Garrus Garon"] under his breath so the incoming rancor or it's rider couldn't hear.

It was time to make some noise, if he was going to bring them down he was going to have to get head and chest shots. And while the jungle wasn't the greatest place for jump packs he would have to make it work. Activating his jump pack he fired it up and rocketed up to just underneath the canopy. Aiming his Viccae assault rifle at the beast and it's rider from above their heads he let loose three bursts of blast bugs which was the equivalent of nine force dead frag grenades that couldn't be blocked by TK force barriers or swayed by a force push, and with a target as big as a bull rancor there really wasn't a huge chance that an animal as dull as a rancor could respond fast enough to an ambush.

 

[Long Gone]

https://youtu.be/qiB98Wbsdlo

Objective: Rumble in the Jungle – Come find me!
Location: In Da Trees!
Allies: None in immediate proximity | [member="Arla Balor"], [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Garrus Garon"], [member="Conner Garon"]
Enemies: No-one as of this moment.
Gear: Armor, x2 Westar-35 Blaster Pistols, Lightsabers

Mira Gyndar wasn’t exactly a Master of stealth – hell she wasn’t a Master of anything, but she was good. She was trained by one of the best blademasters in the Galaxy and had only begun to learn about the true power of the Force. Her father had taught her the traits of a Mandalorian – to be a fierce and cunning warrior, determined to see things through to the end. She missed her parents fiercely, but she wouldn’t let that get in the way of things – no, she couldn’t.

Today, she was a warrior – on the field of battle with her vod. Fighting for the territory of the Mando’ade against some dark forces that she had never encountered before. She had heard the rumors in the Outer Rim Territories about these Primeval individuals – and it made the very core of her burn. She could attribute it to being of Vahla and Dathomiri blood, or it could be the Mandalorian culture in her – most likely it was just her good nature. Her HUD would pick up multiple targets as she stared beyond the Jungle and into the skies of Wayland – objects entering the atmosphere. Soon, those very objects would be intercepted by the defenses of the Mando’ade, one in particular would be clipped and crash into the Jungle just a half a kilometer from her position. She’d purse her lips in thought as she remained crouched on the branch of the large Wayland Mseda.

Luckily for her, she blended in well due to the cloak – but once it came off, man she’d stick out like a Trandoshan in a Wookiee Cantina. The colorful Beskar’gam armor had it’s advantages though, especially in this type of terrain, but for now she’d wait and watch – be silent and mindful of her surroundings. She’d concentrate on the Force and welcome it’s soothing waves over her form, as well as keep an eye on her sensors.

Nothing, for now...

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandolorians [member="Conner Garon"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]
Enemies: Primeval
Gear: Link is in my sig

The hound of keldabe, long in tooth and riding semi retirement, found himself nested deep in the jungle as over-watch and sniper support for the younger mandalorian pups in the squad. His main objective was to abuse his military rank to land him a free trip to Wayland so he could meet up with his favorite natives known as the Myneyrsh for a long deserved guided hunting trip. But the enemies of the mandalorians decided to make a bold move and strike deep into the Mando'ade territory which so happen to be Wayland, the very planet Strider was hoping to sneak away from his loose responsibilities and hang with the locals and shoot some big game. The term no rest for the wicked struck true here. Seems Strider will never be able to find a moments peace for war always fallowed him or he followed it. He knew what he was, war was in his blood and he never truely resisted it. Killing was just as easy as breathing and the hound had spent decades mastering the art of dealing in death.

Strider would steady his disruptor rifle using a fallen tree's trunk as a improvised stand and cover. The scope auto adjusted to his range finders data on wind and distance to said target he had in his sights. Was a large rancor complete with rider. Guess Strider was hunting big game after all. He would watch his bastard child fling himself in a jet pack assault upon the very same targets that Strider was scoping. A few years back Strider would never thought Conner would ever possess the beskar clad balls he had this day. From such a frail boy he was back in those days, almost a lost cause in Strider's eyes then the boy was sucked up into the abyss and returned a changed harden man. For the horrors he had endured and survived as chiseled him into the warrior he is now. Strider was proud.....

The old man took three deep breaths and squeezed the trigger on the last exhale. The deadly beam was aimed center mass of the overlarge target attempting to disintegrate the rancor and dismount its rider for easy pickings for his son to handle. The disruptor was not Strider's choice of weapon for sniping, there was nothing stealthy about the rifle and the continuous beam that it fired was a dead giveaway of his position. He would of preferred the virpine sniper rifle for such work but a gut feeling forced the Old man to choose the weapon that had the most bang. One never new if he was going up against rancors or crab covered force lords.

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Primeval, Bal'gul
Gear: single phase lightsaber, dual phase lightsaber, light foil, skinning knife, E-11 blaster rifle, bandolier of grenades, night ops armor, Sith power gauntlets, comlink


He grinned at the creature. Pulling in the force he left it grow as he stoked the fires of rage and insanity that always boiled beneath the surface. Tapping into the flow of the Darkside he felt the power coursing through him while his glowing blue eyes glimmered even brighter.

"Sorry mate, I feel a chill. Time to warm up."

He had ceased the lightning and instead began focusing on the fire of his rage. Stretching forth his left hand he summoned a jet off flame and launched the fire at [member="Bal'gul"]. A snap hiss of the lightsaber in his right hand twirled as Muad sliced through trees on either side, the behemoths faking straight for the creature. Add they feel they ignited into blazing torches.

A ring of fire erupted around then burning and flaring, the flames dancing add if alive while being fed power through the force. The air dried out, the moisture leaching from his skin, the air heated nearly burning the skin, and the smoke clogged the air.

All through it Muad Dob roared with laughter as he feed the flames sending jets of fire flying at the creature from different directions.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: B, Jungles[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: The Mandalorians[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Gear: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Hydrastaff[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, about it yo.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Vheissu Ireles had been told about the Mandalorians. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Race of warriors, yet race wasn’t accurate because anyone could join them. As long as they followed their specific beliefs - familiar to the Primeval in that regard, one might almost say. But in the end it matter not, the Mandalorians had lost their shine, they spend their days bickering and hoarding their little territories.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Denying the possibility of new powers to rise up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And the Galaxy had never favored stagnation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Primeval might not win today, their bold stroke might be repaid by utter annihilation, but there was one thing that the Mandalorians should know before it all started.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]No one can halt the marches.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]More would come, army after army, battle after battle, until either the Mandalorians’ spirit was broken or their own civilization was grinded into dust. Vheissu would welcome either or, for it would be the choice of the Gods to grant them victory and if they declined? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It meant it wasn’t yet time.[/SIZE]

 

[Zola]

Location: Jungle
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Vheissu Ireles"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Conner Garon"]

Spoiler

Equipment:

• 
  Vonduun Crab Armour
  
• 
  Lightsaber
  
• 
  Confessor's whip
  

Jemmila Krygen had always been a creature whose emotions changed like the tides, so it was only natural that the capricious Hapan herself was learning to become a harbinger of the elements. Formerly a Neophyte in the corporatist organization the Techno Union, Jem had been brought to the dense jungle on Mandalore to fight alongside the warlord, Vheissu Ireles, in the name of the Primeval. How she came to be training with Master Ireles was a tale too long to tell here, but it involved a kidnapping, a ship crashing through the sky, and lastly an tanned, bearded elementalist “rescuing” her from the smoking craft.

After spending a few weeks as his prisoner, Ireles discovered talent in the young woman. To put that talent to the test, Jemmila’s captor trained her relentlessly, forcing the Hapan through ritualistic trials, like the one in which she tiptoed across a durasteel beam that hovered over magma pools until she learned to harness the fire in her very own palms without burning. The young woman grew to simultaneously love and hate her new Master, but ultimately the warlord changed her irrevocably. With his help, she discovered secret connections between the Force and nature. Eventually, after spending so much time with him, her love and hatred fused into one fiery ball of ardent devotion of her captor. When she wasn’t pounding his chests with her fists, that is. Once he found Jem worthy instead of weak, he pronounced her a warrior in her own right.

As Primeval armies marched across the lands, Jemmila, suited up in the Primeval’s Gulandi Warrior armor, which bore a haunting resemblance to Yuuzhan Vong gear, stood next to Master Vheissu, armed with a lightsaber and a Confessor’s whip, coated with deadly poison, and ready to protect him and those they fought with to the death.

Stockholm syndrome was a very real thing.

 

[Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou]

Objective: Assist his Master with Objective A

Location: Beside his Master
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] @Primeval (for now....)
Enemies: TBD
Gear: Vibrostaff spear thing

Ue-'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou walked alongside the Witch, a slave collar ever present on his neck and his robes adorning him. This would be his first taste of conflict, of fighting side-by-side with his Master, of proving his worth... And he was hating every second of it.

Ever since he had been captured, the Blind One had felt himself changing, changing from what he once was, changing into something he feared would be unrecognizable. But he had no freedom, and no say.

The creatures, the...guards, they had given him a weapon similar to the spears he had wielded at home. But the handle was cold and hard, aand the end was not a sharpened stone. Rather, it was something which even now hummed with energy. The alien doubted he would be able to keep it. They would take it away as soon as this was over.

As they walked, Ue-'Kuo tilted his head sideways, studying the Witch. For a moment, he could almost feel himself lifting the spear, shuffling closer and closer, stabbing the Witch through the heart...but he knew it would not work. She would sense him, the guards would see him, and his life would be over before his muscle even twitched.

The alien let out a soft hiss, turning his focus to the new being -- a female, if he was sensing correctly -- and connected to the Great Darkness like so many others he had encountered. But he had quickly discovered that the Great Darkness he was connected to, and depended on so wholly, was not uniform throughout.

Then the female spoke, and from what he understood of it, the Blind One sensed it was directed at the Witch. Even if it wasn't, though, he would not have answered.

Instead, he focused on the two stones clattering together on his wrist. The sound gave him comfort. Soon, My Love, I will be free of this.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Objective: Hold at all costs
Location: Fort Monroe - Central Complex - Hangars
Allies: @Azrael @Olivia Dem'adas [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="The Dark Man"], @Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou @Primeval
Gear:

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  Myrkr Rifle (Standard and armor piercing ammunition)
  
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  Slugthrower Shotgun (Solid slug and Coin Shot ammunition)
  
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  Beskar-plated Chaavla Revolver (Standard, armor piercing, and Ori'shuk ammunition in speed loaders)
  
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  Vibroknives
  
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  Antique Beskar'gam
  

Unit: Mun'nynire
Strength: 100 marksmen + support personnel + 4 Shadlaar Cargo Haulers towing 4 Mobile Barricades
Objective: Hold at all costs
Location: Fort Monroe - Central Complex - Hangars
Controller: Arrbi Betna


The comm chatter rose as Primeval troops landed and the battle began. Betna pounded twice on the roof of the Shadlaar's cab he was riding in and pointed towards the appropriate hangar bay.

"They're landing in that direction," he said over comms. The driver nodded once and the truck lurched forwards with its brothers, the four vehicles moving to the designated hangar door.

The first three moved up and turned, bringing the vehicles alongside the rear of the sandbagged emplacements. The Mandalorian sharpshooters disembarked as did Betna, the men rushing to the sandbagged barricades. Some stayed back, unhooking the ARGH barricades from the Shadlaars and started pushing them into position. As the trucks emptied and were unhooked from the barricades, they drove back into the hangar to relative safety.

"Into positions, let's go!" shouted Betna, moving along the position with his rifle in hand as he made sure things moved smoothly. "Get those barricades set and settled, ner vode! We've got a war to win, here!"

The Mandalorians shoved the pushed the metal barricades into their proper places until they fit flush with the sandbags. Once done, the repulsors were turned off and the density projectors were activated, turning the barricades from heavy metal walls into very heavy metal walls.

As the last barricade was put in place and his men finished settling in, Betna received Anija's comm message.

"Understood," he responded. He had thought she had gone out earlier to run errands at the homestead, but apparently had been wrong. Then again, it had been dark in their room. "Be safe, cyar'ika."

He thought he should say something more, but cut the line before the silence could drag out any longer. She needed to focus, not listen to him expand on wishing her to be safe even more. Hell, he needed to focus. She would be okay and, if she wasn't...

He'd burn every Primeval world he could get his hands on.

"Remember, hold your fire until they hit the minefields," he said, settling into a small niche overlooking the battlefield. It was nestled into a corner between two sandbag emplacements. His back was to the bag-wall and his rifle over more of the canvas sacks. He set out a few clips of extra ammunition next to him for easier reloading and peered down the scope of his rifle.

He'd fought Sith and Force users before on various fields. They had one key advantage as a marksmen unit. Force users could deflect, block, or dodge incoming fire with their enhanced senses, reflexes, and precognition, but all those things required the Force. After being married to a Force sensitive for nearly a decade and a lifetime of training in hunting them, he knew their weakness in this theater of war.

They needed to sense the shot. Sense the trajectory. Sense the attack. With the Brahl in the hangar and the bubble of Force negation spread out by the ysalamir inside the machine, Betna and his men were undetectable in the Force. This meant that until the shot cleared the bubble itself, they couldn't detect his attack's origin, which meant that with the projectile weapons they carried, the enemy Sith would have less than a second to react, if not fractions of fractions of a second.

As he worked the bolt on his rifle and loaded the first bullet of many for this engagement, Betna gave one more order as his scope passed over the Primeval soldiers barely a kilometer away.

"Partaylir: kyr'amur Darjetii sol'yc."




OOC:
("Partaylir: kyr'amur Darjetii sol'yc." - "Remember: kill [the] Sith first")

 

[Matreya]

Objective: Defeat the Mandalorians in the Jungle
Location: Junglr
Allies: [member="Bal'gul"]
Enemies: [member="Muad Dib"]
Gear: Tantibus | Kalligs Scorching Saber | Sith Beskar'gam | 3 Betty Blasters | 12 Ammo Packs | 1 Bodo Bass Gun belt stocked with Traditional, Incindiary and Cryogenic Grenades


Soaring through the air, strapped into the same TIE Fighter he had stolen all those years ago. Moving his free right arm, he checked to see that his gauntlets and helmet were all secured properly. The jet black sheen of his armor shone like the devils eyes, and any who looked on him would be confused - was he Mandalorian or Primeval. But those that knew him would have no difficulty sensing his powerful aura.

As he flew lower and closer to the jungles of Wayland, Damien projected his senses ahead of himself to feel where a darker taint battled with that of an ally he met when first joining the Primeval. He was still new, he would be able to prove himself here and now though.

Locating the attacker with his keen eyes, he watched as flames licked towards the odd monster he had gone to battle with already. Cracking the seal on the ships hatch, Damien murmured to his Droid Mind ally, "Land the ship."

Then he thrust the hatch clean open, rolled out of the cockpit and began plummeting to the ground below. Roughly a dozen yards from the jungle floor below, Damien activated his repulsors just enough that when he hit down, it didn't break anything.

Running forward, he moved to his allies side, leaping over the ring of flames. He then drew Kalligs Scorching Saber, and ignited the blade with a loud hiss, the thrum a music he would never tire of. Reaching out a hand, Damien concentrated on the flames - the only element he knew well - and began dampening them until they went out little by little.

"Don't worry you weird karkin creature. You are an ally, so I have your back. As do the spirits I have bound to me." He told his 'friend', then once the flames were lowered enough, he spun to point the still outstretched arm at his enemy. Concentrating the energy of a dozen souls, all against their wills, so not even tiring himself in anyway.

With this energy he attempted to wrap the mans throat in the Force, choking him in essence.

 

[S.U.N.D.O.W.N]

Kran was in the forest, seeming to be alone. For now. He continued to run through the forest, picking off any targets he could. One by one. The groans of the ones that he actually killed were heard throughout the forest. ​

Kran's cover was officially exposed. He took cover behind a fallen tree. The Mandalorians were just on the other side of that tree. They were advancing. He reloaded his rifle, beginning to scan for more life signs. He leaned back and aimed through the forest, a red laser piercing the forest as he looked for any Mandos. ​

"Darn Mandos..."​

Kran then corrected himself, something he rather did.​

"Well, an honorable opponent, I'll give em that."​

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Location: The Jungle​

Allies: The Primeval | Zambrano the Hutt | Keira Ticon | Boo Chiyo | Taryc Ap'Irae | The Dark Man | Lord Daemos | Kiran Vess | Vheissu Ireles | Jemmila Kyrgen | Perla Pirjo | Darth Vornskr | Kran Meelan | Bal'gul | Einar Shadowmane | Flannigan Mcnash | Auswyn Nothrael | Ebenezer | Orkamaat | Jun Nez | Mikkel Markov | Azrael Asura |[member="Anaya Fen"]|
Enemies: The Mandalorians.
Gear: Sky-Strike Miniature Jump Pack | Primeval Tactical Armor | | MT-14 Heavy Blaster Pistol |

 

[Brooke Waters]

Objective: C
Location: Following [member="Laguz Vald"]
Allies: [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"]
Enemies: [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | @Briika Deta
Gear: Sexy good looks, Sonomax Sonic Pistol, purple lightsaber, jungle variant of Armor

The little Siren wasn’t really sold on the armor choice. She was going to have to do something about that in the future. She really wasn’t sure why she had volunteered to come here. Maybe it was because the Primeval government was giving her a place to live, and learn. She enjoyed that. And while the little blonde wasn’t really set out to do much damage here, she was a support role, always would be, she was here to do what she could for her brothers and sisters in the occult. Set up with the armor from the Primeval, she made sure to dress it up a little bit, with some purple, But that was more for her own amusement, and it was that sickly purple one would see on poisonous frogs.

She knew what she was good at, and that meant she’d stay doing that. She could just end up getting in the way otherwise. The Blue Coral Diver Witch knew that she could resonate the Force, basically a modification on the Force Bellow Scream power. And she could do that too, a bit, that was why she got dubbed ‘the Siren’ by her clan.

Really, she wondered what Sindy would think if she saw her now.

She could do that, and she could make a defensive bubble. It was basically the sometimes intense, sometimes meek girl’s excuse for a security blanket. It was a spell, and she was decent enough at it. Beyond that? I was your basic tricks of a witch, but none really stood out beyond what she could do. And this was without any Starchaser genetics. She got lucky that way, so her powers were a bit more varied when she needed to be a utility knife.

Still, bard, siren, whatever. She was following behind the Shi’ido. Sometimes she wished she was a shapeshifter. Imagine the fun you could have with that? Yeah, she kind of followed her cousin’s whole hedonism concept, but not nearly as much. Token had stuff to do! Important stuff. And right now it was help the people who’d be doing whatever they could to… was it a bomb? Did she even know that?