The Penalty of Swords (Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Eshan HexZ21)

[Yasha Cadera]

The Penalty of Swords
Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Eshan Hex Z21

OOC: Storyline undertaken after conversing with current Thyrsian players & recent Echani players. I understand not everybody has the same view of Slavery on Eshan, but this storyline is to honour Chaos Lore, and to continue the story of those who put time and effort into Thyrsus, etc. The Mandalorian Empire fully realizes the Echani people as a whole are not a bunch of rampant slavers, but that slavery and the subjugation of the Thyrsians is Chaos Canon. Thanks guys!

Nyriaan, hours after the events of Freedom through Victory. Victory through Contest.

Mand’alor the Infernal’s feet burned in her boots. The cage of her Beskar’kandar crushed against each sore point on her body. Perched on her hip, her toddler Reyn sucked his thumb and nuzzled into a rare comfortable spot on his mother’s armour. Although the battle ended, Yasha refused to let her son go.

The extermination of the slaver threat passed for the relief of orbital resupplies, medics and slicers, who came down from the Infernal and Gilamar’s flotilla to reverse the tracking chips in all the slaves.

Mandalorians filtered around the arena returning beskar’gam and weapons to the imprisoned ‘gladiators’, feeding the hungry, clothing the chilled and taking information on the origins of all the slaves with the purpose of returning them to their free pre-slave state. Any who wished to stay within Mandalorian space were given immediate clemency and citizenship. Those who wished to return from whence they came were organized for transport. Overseeing the effort with [member="Ginnie Dib"], Yasha watched from behind her wolf-helm as a cluster of Thyrsians took a strategically defensible position, protecting their fellows in shifts. The Thyrsians asked for nothing, and gave no information to the Mandalorians.

They took freely, when it suited them. Stocked up on foodstuffs, bacta shots and weapons. If they spoke, Yasha never heard it. No love lost between infamously antagonistic cultures.

“Ma’am?” Vano quirked her head to the side, “What do we do with them?”

“Have you ever tried to be kind to a Thyrsian, Vano?”

“Feth! If I wasn’t wearing my buy’ce I’d spit.”

“Easy now.” Yasha growled. “That one, the woman she’s been hovering around the medic tent.”

“I see her. She was eyeing the tracker chip removal units.”

“Drop one of the sterilized chip removal kits next to their enclave. Make sure it’s one with instructions. And Vano… call down one of the gun ships. Strip the Mandalorian intel off it, stock it to the brim and leave it in docking pad 2.”

“Armed?” Vano saluted as she got her affirmative nod. The Death Watch member trotted off to see the Infernal’s orders completed, and within a few scant minutes of the gun ship’s arrival, the Thyrsians were gone.

“Hey, anyone seen Tuulu?”

Tuulu did not return to Mandalore. The gurlanin had a far more important mission to conduct, using his shapeshifting ability to steal aboard the gun ship.

Five Weeks Later…
Location: The Never Again; Entering Eshan System

For the next five weeks, Tuulu slunk undetected through Eshan and Thyrsus, gauging the situation, gathering evidence and sending it back to the Mandalorian Empire. This was, until his signal came to an abrupt end mid-transmission.

While anecdotal evidence showed slavery a common practice on Eshan, Yasha hesitated to believe it. The hostilities between Echani and Mandalorians were culturally poor, abysmal from a historical perspective.

But take Eshan? ​

Yasha remembered back to the times after Ploo. She’d been so proud to stand in gold and black beskar’gam and demand an audience with the Collective-controlled Eshan.

Diplomatic talks broke to silence.

In deference to her Echani step-mother [member="Baiko no Kaho"], Yasha left the Echani in peace. In order to try and patch relations between the Silver Jedi, she ventured to Eshan to meet with Queen Spencer, and Jyoti Nooran.

Yet again, silence.

Yet again, the velvet of diplomacy was met with the cortosis of Echani silence. Now, word broke that Queen Spencer Varanin was gone, and Eshan was, if not leaderless, far from unified. Their practice of taking Thyrsian slaves would end. Yet, Yasha knew well enough the reputation of the Gold Company and a warrior of whispers, [member="Khonsu Amon"]. Too heavy a hand, and the Thyrsians would consider it a personal slight.

What, did the Mandalorians think they couldn't defend and save themselves?

No. The Infernal knew better than to step foot on Thyrsus.

The Mandalorian fleet breaking into sovereign Echani space was massive and as toothed as starving gurlanin after a kill. Boarding parties waited in dropships and Yasha-Class atmospheric Carriers.

Standing on the Command Deck of the Super Star Destroyer Never Again, Mand’alor the Infernal cued a comm message to disseminate to the entire planetary system.

“Echani Command & Government of Eshan. We are transmitting evidence of the crimes of Slavery and Entrapment being conducted by the people of Eshan. The Mandalorian Empire recognizes the sovereignty and freedom of the people of Thyrsus, and demand that all slaves held by any citizen, company or concern be immediately released. Comply immediately, and your government will be allowed sovereignty over your own affairs. Come to the table of diplomacy, or discover why Mandalorians will not suffer slavery so close to its' borders.

You have ten minutes to comply. At the eleventh minute, if we hear no affirmation of our demands, I will unleash Mandalorian justice.”

She signalled for the cut-off of the comm, and turned to her trusted commanders.

“Ambrose, head to the surface and extricate Tuulu. Gilamar, if you please, give us a strong naval defence position. Aedan, hold back and prepare to unleash. Yronwulf, prep the forces for deployment.

Weather eye! We are not playing around with governments on our borders, who act with impugnity in so heinous a way. All slaves go free… and tonight we dine on Eshan.”

Objectives:

1. Rescue Tuulu: One of our own is missing mid-mission on Eshan. Tuulu the gurlanin, and a regular staple at Yasha's side's signal went dead. Discover what happened, and track him down.
2. Prepare for Battle: A field has been chosen to begin the Mandalorian incursion on Eshan. Should the Echani not reply favourably to the demand of freedom for the slaves and imprisoned, battle is assured.
3. Fleet Control: Crew to battle stations. This is likely not going to have the ideal peaceful end.

Spoiler

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[Deius Koman'na]

Location: Eshan Hex Z21
Objective Two: Prepare for Battle
Allies: ME

Hands stretched above his head, Deius allowed himself a moment of relaxation, the sounds of boots and marching orders echoed the hallways and more chants followed. In a way it was quite like poetry in motion, the way Mandalorians prepare for battle, in so much Deius often could only but stare in some scenarios. Of course Deius was doing more than just stare, his hands returned to his side and his legs continued to move him to the hanger.

Quick hands activated his new assortments of toys, his HUD showcasing green across the board of his gauntlets and new ray shielding plates. Deius had promised to himself that he should change his armor choices, now without a chest plate, or any front plate for that matter, he felt lighter and way nimbler. Ah this shielding should provide me with enough frontal protection.

Honestly he figured if he couldn't dodge than perhaps he chose his opponent poorly. Aside from the distinct lack of a chest piece, his arms by contrast were heavily plated and geared with his own personal favorite toys for combat. His fingers though wrapped around his Bes'bev, a wonderful piece of craftsmanship, he positioned the instrument carefully in his hand.

Deius positioned his feet carefully, the tips of his toes now carried his body weight forward, Pointe Deius, remember,feet fully extended he carefully allowed his legs to take him forward. His short dance gave him the last needed stretch and exercise, his legs bent slightly and easily he spun around with his Bes'bev fully extended and lunged only once in the finishing move.

His lips tugged into a large smile, he felt rather pleased with himself regardless how combat effective such maneuvers truly possessed. Besides, it's fun. Deius retracted back his instrument and checked his equipment once more. Perhaps he would dance across the battlefield one day, Maybe today.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Penalty of Swords - Bryn'adûl Insurgency
Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Eshan Hex Z21

​Objective: Ensure Violence

​It only took hours to prepare, when the Mandolorians had taken Nyriaan; and the planets system before that - the Bryn'adûls Chieftain was acutely aware of what lay on their doorstep. Eshan, homeworld to many - including those of high rank amongst the Confederacy. Would the likes of the Confederates care for what happened beyond their borders? He did not know.

​Yet regardless, the Chieftain of the Bryn'adûl moved his chess pieces with grace and fluidity, haste granted him the upper-hand as no doubt the last thing either side expected was the terrors of Commenor. Pressed to the back of their minds, no doubt. The Bryn'adûl had landed, a mere hour before the Mandalorians arrived - using the guise of simple cargo ships to land inconspicuously throughout Eshan's borders and within their own capital.

​All of it was coming together as the Chieftain expected, the Seers had granted him wisdom. They had saw it through their connection to cosmic energies of the universe that now was a time to strike. Now, was the time for savage retribution. But not in their most direct manner. Tathra's strategy was without flaw.

​Standing aboard a tactical command ship disguised as a large freighter, Tathra watched with idle hands in the company of his most regarded soldiers - the Chieftain Fists. He had already sent his men ahead, two Bellator Operatives disguised as Echani Screamers - a old memory had gifted him with their visage and likeness. Their armaments were easy to replicate, as were their skills.

​It would have been no easy talk to deal with the Mandalorians with such candidness, but Tathra's mind had committed his experiences on Commenor to memory. The trigger happy Commander of their forces, [member="Kaine Australis"] was amongst those that made landfall here on Eshan. Whether the Mandalorian himself knew it or not, he and the Echani were pawns to the Bryn'adûl's thirst for war now, with the loss of Echani leadership - they were weaker than ever. Both Echani and Mandalorian were playing into his hands. They were prisoners to his greed, the hunger for glory was overwhelming. The sea of rage of every Drael would drown them all.

​On the other side of the capital city, a few smaller - meek Sraelvun Drones had been outfitted in Mandalorian Armour, built to resemble the armour worn by the Mandalorian Empires Legions, with only a few minor differences. The most noteworthy, their armour had a built in set of explosives - capable of wiping out a few blocks worth of terrain in total. The six supposed Mandalorian terrorists would lie in wait for the precise moment. They would target civilian centres, but not before the Chieftains assassination attempt on the Mandalorian Commander had brought his ire upon the Echani.

​There would be war, there would be death. The Bryn'adûl demanded it.

​| [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Yasha Cadera"] |​

 

[H3xle]

~Location~​

Eshan Orbit​

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~Objective~​

Prepare for War​

​

Vyr stood on the observation deck of a Mandalorian ship in the war train of [member="yasha cadera"]'s ship, staring out into the black. Vyr loved looking out at the stars. The endless night stirred a fathomless fascination within him that only had one equal. The view now, of that endless night beyond the hulls of Mandalore's war machine, gave him a satisfaction he rarely knew. He wore his armor sans buy'ce, his helmet rested before him on the ledge before the viewport. His weapons were stowed on his person, nothing truly unique as of yet, but all in excellent repair. This being his rotation as the assault team pilot meant he was less likely to be utilizing his personal armor and weapons, but that was no excuse to not have them.

A low drone sounded through the ship as the ultimatum Manda'lor the Infernal had given was nearing its expiration. Vyr took one more moment to gaze out into the night, one more breath of the recycled air aboard the ship, then he donned his buy'ce and walked to the launch bay to board his assault shuttle.

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Only a few minutes separated the time he stood before the observation window and piloting the assault shuttle out of its parent ship, but the change within Vyr was distinct. Ostensibly, he was closed to the endless night, in control of the shuttle, but he was focused. He let his fingers glide over the controls as he banked the ship towards the planet. Behind him, the Vode in the crew compartment were singing a war dirge, the lights in the cabin were dimmed, and the planet came into view before them.

Other shuttles, fighter craft, and the massive bulks of warships were arrayed behind and around them. On cue, his lit his shuttles main engines and blasted towards the planet.

The atmosphere hit them like a wall, but the husky shuttle muscled through it, the viewscreen glaring red for a few moments as hellacious fire surrounded them, then they were in the skies above the Eshan capital. A sonic boom announced their arrival within the atmosphere, and the crew compartment began to get ready for a combat drop.

[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Deius Koman'na"]​

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective: Prepare for War

Mig sat aboard one of the cruisers, sharpening his Trayc'kad. The Mandalorian had been having a bad feeling about this mission. It felt like something was going to happen. The same kind of feeling he had gotten on Junction. Mig had learned a long time ago to listen to the Force on these things, but he had no way of going much deeper. Even with Stardust's training, he just didn't have the tools yet. Either way, he and his clan had a job to do, and theye were going to get it done.

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A Kom'rk and MC-18, the Basilisk, left one of the orbiting cruisers above Eshan. The two craft practically slammed into the atmosphere of the world as they came down to the planet's surface. Mig held tight inside the Kom'rk as the pair of craft headed towards cultural center of the capitol. Unlike Kaine's group, they landed at an actual landing pad and quickly disembarked before telling droids to get the transports away from the city. The two vessels launched and left before Mig lead the group out.

Once they entered the area, one of the Gred, noticeable for having full armor instead of the lighter armor of the others, looked at a statue and laughed a bit. "Ba'vod'ika (cousin), take a look at this. Statue shows the person's face. Pretty self absorbed if ya ask me." Mig just shook his head.

"Ordan, Echani don't wear armor like ours. Plus I could say the same about Mandalorian statues since we can ID there armor." The man was about to respond before sighing.

"How can you still respect these slavers anyway?" Liddin, Mig's sister and usually the Kom'rk pilot, budded in.

"Like how so many Mando'ade respect Force users." Mig just shook his head.

"Hokaanir te jorhaa'ir ("Cut the chatter"), but Liddin's right. Most of these people probably don't care. Wouldn't be surprised if we found Echani that helped free slaves too." Ordan just sighed again.

"Ok. Ni ve'ganir bic (I get it)."

[member="Vyr Beviin"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Deius Koman'na"] [member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Penalty of Swords - Bryn'adûl Insurgency
Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Eshan Hex Z21

​Objective: Ensure Violence

​​The Chieftain of the Bryn'adûl reclined, a large flagon built from the hollowed tusk of a great beast in hand - sipping deeply on the boiled blood something he'd killed the day before. The name was lost to the titan at this time, far too focused on the task at hand. The titan had watched the Galaxy for sometime, nigh on a century. Waiting to see what would come of the struggle between cosmic entities and Empires. Nothing appeased him, even at the height of war between the One Sith and the fledgling Republic, there was not enough savagery to sate his thirst.

​War was necessary, necessary to mould stronger and more powerful warriors. Necessary to build a stronger galaxy from the ashes of the weak. That was why they were so aptly named as Crusaders, it was a godly purpose they sought.

​On the edge of the soon-to-be battlefield, Tathra's loyal Bellators waited as a legion of Mandalorians in the hundreds disembarked, Kaine amongst then. The Bellators hid in shadow, using their minimal force powers to cloak themselves entirely - awaiting for landfall and for the Commander to be alone - vulnerable. As Kaine entered the government district, the Bellators disguised as Echani screamers laid in wait, setting up a small trap for the Commander.

​Some areas were roadblocked - others were closed off by some abandoned civilian vehicles. No doubt the Mandalorians would clamber over, but most of their forces would be made to funnel through small areas. This was where the Echani Screamers would strike.

​Suddenly, two buildings would crumble under one and other one ahead of Kaine and the other behind, the rubble temporarily sealing him off as the two Bellators would seem to appear from thin air, quickly killing the few Mandalorian troops between Kaine and themselves before both made their way toward the Australis Alor himself with Echani twinblades in hand, sprinting to strike Australis in tandem.

| [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Vyr Beviin"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Deius Koman'na"] | [member="Yasha Cadera"]​

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Location: On Vigilant Envoy, planetside.
Objective: Save Tuulu
Equipment: See Signature

Beth watched through the windows of her ship as the Australis warriors came through the atmosphere. They were likely taking control of the city. At least the comms showed that no fighting had broken out. Yet. Beth knew how these things went, though – it had happened plenty of times before. Someone will fire, a bunch of people will die. Story of the galaxy, really. It seemed to be a never ending cycle of violent tendencies that most species had. Evolution sure was a funny thing.

A little dark, Beth, she could only think to herself as she gazed at the landing ships. Armored in her beskar’gam and buy'ce, Beth made a few more preparations before she would exit her ship. She had a specific task – one to keep her mind on. Save Tuulu. He seemed always around Yasha and while she and him hadn’t really ever talked, she knew how much he cared for the Empire and for Yasha. Loyalty like that was hard to find in anyone and while the Gurlanin guards were all tremendously loyal, he was one cool cat. Er, wolf. Human.

Mostly a stealth mission, she hoped, anyway. It had been a while since she’d been in a legit combat situation. She was relatively sneaky, though. With that in mind, she tested her comms through her buy’ce a couple times to make sure the connection was strong. She slung a backpack on her shoulder that had some water and snacks – it was important to stay hydrated, after all. Not to mention, if Tuulu was in a bad situation he may need some water himself. She could heal him, if he was injured, at least. Whether through the Force or more conventional manners. But she couldn't give him hydration or whatever.

Hopefully, Tuulu would be okay. Beth's mind thought with the possibilities that he found himself in - and perhaps what she may find herself in sooner than later. Alerts began to pop through her comms about an attack. Looks like the Echani were going to put a fight, after all. It made sense - they were silent, despite Yasha giving them an ultimatum. Silence was refusal.

In either case, the young woman exited her ship, which stayed concealed thanks to her fathers amazing engineering skills. With that, she carefully began to make her way to the last known location of Tuulu.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Deius Koman'na"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Location: Sub-Basement Level 4, Echra Corp, Government District
Objective: Get down.
Allies: ME [member="Beth Cadera"] [member="Deius Koman'na"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Kalmann Ordo"] [member="Vyr Beviin"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Enemies: Echra Corp

The wire suspended from the ceiling and attached in the centre of crossed mitts. Arms torqued behind his back, he was shackled from elbow to fingers in metal. He sagged by his distended shoulders. Naked but for torn and stained grey trousers. Bare toes scraped on the barren floor. Eyes covered by sandpaper strained for cracks of light. He gagged on the device wedged into his lips, two thick tendrils pushed so far up his nostrils, Tuulu smelled nothing but copper. His lungs seized, he sputtered. The wire swayed, his body a pendulum as Tuulu’s rib cage worked for a breath.

​

A single, uninhibited breath.​

The Cotton Smile was as much a security measure as a torture device. He shuddered and gagged, vomit pouring up the slight vacuum and clearing enough of his airway to allow the scant air in the wire to feed him.

Alone, the Pack's Beta dreamt of rescue, until even his dreams became stagnant, hanging buboes of the cell and the wire.

A vibration rustled in the stillness.

“Is the dog ready to talk?”

“He hasn’t started sobbing, yet.”

“Hmm. Pity… come get me when he does.” The voice, familiar in its’ detached cruelty, faded as it lost proximity. Tuulu’s ear craned to hear more… anything more. He’d miscalculated. Took the game too far, and it cost.

Toes pushed against the floor. Steel pushed back, unforgiving and frigid. A knee popped in its loose socket, toes wrenching to the side, as his leg hung.

Engine shiver? Had the engineers pulled back on the power? Was he on a ship, or somewhere planet-based? Did a junior shipman drop a container above his swaying head? Tuulu moaned.

The muffled pounce of tin against ceramic tile slithered down the wire. Tuulu’s shoulders twisted. He groaned in the Cotton Smile, shoulder blades shifting. If this was what a Jedi felt in battle against a Sith, Tuulu wouldn't have come out the other side saying, "Peace be with you".

Wind screamed in his raw ears. Cut bare skin. Tuulu gasped for residual air to drink. A trickle greeted his mouth through the Smile.

How had this gone so wrong?

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Eshan
• Objective: Find the trail, begin the hunt
• Equipment: (Former) Sith Robes, Family Blaster, Tricksaber, Exar Kun's Saber

Speed.

The hunt required speed. And so, Darlyn would acquiesce. He had hoped to indulge in more, direct violence, but this would suit him just fine. As necessary, to allow the Force to fuel him beyond his normal limitations, he donned not his 'gam, but his old sith robes, black and grey, loose fitting enough he could move without any kind of restriction. Yes, these would do, but what of weapons, he had to go light lest he weigh himself down and make his outfit choice moot.

In the end, he opted for the bare minimum, clipping Exar Kun's saber to a hidden clip with his robe's sash, and holstering his family blaster in a chest harness he wore over the tunic and under the outer robe. Then... his tricksaber. No more room, so he simply activated the telescopic hilt, letting it expand into the full staff/pike length, keeping the blades deactivated as he did so. For now, there was no need, nothing to kill.

His feet made almost no sound as he stepped onto the planet, having slipped away with a handful of those on this mission while the others, well while the others had the far more fun job. Not that he would complain, he was here to save... family he supposed. Family. Fam... He pushed the word out of his mind, replacing it with the sentiment of a job to do. Easier to understand, easier to commit to.

He moved slowly, looking for the closest gurlanin, supposedly they had a connection to one another. He moved over, and spoke quietly, and quickly. "Do you have any idea which direction?"

"That way." The gurlanin motioned in a specific direction.

Suited him fine, he didn't believe this telepathic link nonsense, but he felt the tug of the Force in the same direction. Seemed he could trust it. He moved ahead of the group, cracking his neck as he did so. "I'll be going on ahead. I'll try to leave some fun for you all but no promises." He took a breath, and let the Force fill him. This wasn't Mandalore, he was allowed, and so he would use every trick he could. First, the natural speed, simply infusing himself with the Force to push past his limits. Like being born anew, he could feel the energy filling him and granting the vitality to move.

Then, he numbed his legs and chest, slowly, without cutting sensation. To sprint full speed would hurt after some time, and this would keep his muscles from feeling that burn in his chest and legs. No burn, and his body wouldn't realize it was at its limit yet. This meant he would get closer, faster, even if he underestimated the distance.

And with that, he began to move forward, picking up speed slowly until he hit his stride, the wind whipping around him as he followed the tug of the Force. He had faith he would find the right path, let the others have caution if they wished. With the Force assisting him, he moved well and beyond what he should, the surroundings becoming a blur as he went. Hopefully nothing Force Dead was along the path, or he might seriously hurt himself by running right into them before he can react.

Besides what was the worst that could happen if he separated from the group?

[member="Ambrose Cadera"] :|: [member="Beth Cadera"] :|: [member="Kaine Australis"] :|: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] :|: [member="Mig Gred"] :|: [member="Vyr Beviin"] :|: [member="Deius Koman'na"] :|: [member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Objective: Rescue my family
Allies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Seo Linn"]

When the orders over Eshan called out from the Mandalorians, Kat froze. She had feared this day would arrive, prayed that the Silver Jedi Order would step in instead, that their queen would protect them but that was all in the past. Her sister was part of the government covering for the queen, she had been working on keeping the peace and being a unified front. They hadn't long lost their monarch, but they were working hard to resolve the issues. When Kat heard mention of Thrysian slaves, her blood froze. They didn't own any slaves full stop, their family worked hard to get to where they are and at times could barely afford food yet alone a slave. However, she didn't trust the Mandalorian Empire, seeing how they weren't there to support Commenor. Her friend having been kidnapped during all that too.

Kat grabbed her things, she refused to stand around and live within the Empire. She had left SJO for a much needed break, collect her thoughts on things. It was clear that it was time for her to return back there, even if she wanted to stay, the risk of her being found out as a SJO member would have her thought of as a spy, interrogated and possibly her family in danger. Who knows what the Mandalorians would do, or what the Sith would do when they asked the Mandalorians to hand her over to them. There were many rumours about the Mandalorians just being a foot soldier team for the Sith, not helped by the past proving this repeatedly with many Mandalorian Empires serving the Sith. Kat was never bothered by them, didn't necessary think them true but in the panic, it was all she could think of. Strange how panic worked.

As she walked to the door, ready to leave, Kat turned and saw her mother and sister standing there. "I have to leave. I'm so sorry, but it's not safe if I stay for you." Kat explained, her voice deeply sadden by this fact.

"We know. But, we need to leave with you. They won't believe your sister, a major political figure in our government never had a slave and once they realise we are related then they could take us hostage." Her mother explained. Kat nodded solemnly, that was a likely case though Kat was hoping to avoid with a name change.

So Kat waited. Her mother and sister packed, Kat grabbed her sister's things. "Seriously, you needed all of this?!" Kat teased as she carried the heavy bag.

"Well... Yes! Not all of us can fit our things into a single rucksack." Her sister retorted.

Kat lead the way, staying off the main streets and walking opposite way of the conflict. Her sister heavily pregnant, they couldn't move fast. Hand fumbling in her pocket, Kat pulled out a distress signal and clicked it. Hoping that some SJO members would hear her signal.

 

[Seo Linn]

Objective: Help [member="Kat Decoria"]
Allies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
Post: 1

As was typical with Seo Linn, she followed the call of the Force and right now she wasn't actively doing anything. The search for Mereel's sister was on hold for a bit without any new clues coming in. She had no Padawan to tag along with her right now and no missions she was working on.

Suddenly her distress beacon alerted her that somebody needed help. The Force worked in her favour and she was nearby when it went off. Travelling between Kashyyyk and Lorrd, the lane she was in took her close to Eshan where the call was coming from.

Bringing her ship out of hyperspace, she just hoped it wouldn't get fired on so early in things. Nothing attacked and she could bring her ship down to the surface. It was a simple freighter, but large enough to carry a small number of passengers.

She grabbed her ever-present backpack, clipped her lightsaber to her hip and exited her ship. Blending into the population wasn't an issue for her and thanks to her own colouring, it was even easier. Now all she needed to do was find the sister or brother that called out for help.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig's clan continued looking until he heard the call about what happened. Kaine was in trouble. Osik! Mig looked back at his Clan, his aliit, and soon called out his orders. "Ok. Liddin, you most of the group stay here. Ordan, Talyn, Mynock, you're with me. You too Ilik, we may need a baar'ur (medic.)" The Clan Gred mandos quickly ran towards the government center, hoping that they would make it before Clan Australis took too many casualties. Not that the alor thought that would happen, but with an attack like this you never knew. Mig had also drawn his blade as they ran, not igniting it's lightsabers yet, just in case. He then sent a communication to Kaine.

"Kaine, it's Mig. I have a small group heading your way to assist."

Ambrose Cadera Beth Cadera Kaine Australis Tathra Khaeus Vyr Beviin Deius Koman'na [member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Location: In the city, heading towards government district
Objective: Save Tuulu ([member="Ambrose Cadera"])
Equipment: See Signature
Allies: [member="Darlyn Excron"]
Enemies: Echra Corp
Neutral: SJO/[member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Seo Linn"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

Beth was glad her beskar’gam didn’t look like a typical Mandalorian. It kept her under more of a disguise. Less attention was brought to her as citizens either barricaded their doors, were packing up, or grabbing weapons to try to fight off the incoming Mandalorians. Smoke billowed from the distance, gunshots & the crushing sound of building collapsing.

Well. That didn’t take long at all. It was particularly annoying that, given how much autonomy planets are given in the Mandalorian Empire, they always opted to try to fight back, or kill, or do some ridiculous stunts. It only got people killed on both sides. And it was even more annoying considering how much the Empire tried to negotiate before it came to this kind of stuff.

Granted, Beth didn’t really know all the circumstances behind Eshan except for the whole slavery part. Slavery was very, very bad. And she could only hope and assume that most Echani believed it was a very immoral practice.

In either case, Beth no longer ran but did a slight jog through the ever increasingly desolate streets. She stopped near a nearby building as she checked her coordinates in her buy’ce. This was around the last known location of Tuulu. The fact that it was in a government district made her assume it was some form of government kidnapping. Or if the government wanted to hide its involvement, perhaps a contract with some form of group. It wouldn't be the first time a government tried to do some type of 'plausible deniability.'

The only plus was that it seemed most of the area had already been evacuated. She saw no citizens on these streets. She couldn’t quite tell, but she saw no movement through windows (unless they were just naturally darkened, which she assumed was quite possible.) She saw a large sign on one nearby building – Echra Corp. She perked a brow. It sounded bad. And her general senses, Force or not, had a bad feeling about it. A corporation inside a government district also didn't scream good news.

Not to mention, her general intel that was being fed through her buy'ce also said it was pretty bad news. But, was it where Tuulu was?

She stepped into incoming street before she looked over and saw a man in what looked like robed armor coming straight at her, and was practically right up on her. “Ahhhh!!!”, she yelled out as she fumbled for her blaster. It was an automatic reaction, even if she couldn't unhook the blaster in time. And she knew she did not have the time to step out of the way before he crashed straight into her.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Eshan
• Objective: Find the trail, begin the hunt
• Equipment: (Former) Sith Robes, Family Blaster, Tricksaber, Exar Kun's Saber

He had sensed someone moving of course, but had expected them to keep moving. If they had kept moving he would've been fine, but the fact that they stopped so very suddenly and tried to fumble to get their blaster had only really come to his awareness, very nearly as he reached a point it'd be hard to avoid running into them. So naturally, he did the one and only thing he could do to try and not run full force into an armored individual.

He tried to sidestep a bit, though his feet got caught up in the action causing him to tumble on his side at her. Quite comically what was a threat suddenly became a circus as the robed Darlyn's momentum carried him forward, and if you paid close attention you could just hear him nearly manage to yell out "MOTHERKAR-" before he hit the ground the first time. Then to shift back into a more in line tone, he managed to get up to a kneeling position as he neared Beth, the lightsaber pike and its little crossguard at the tip activating into the brilliant Amber, as though he'd meant to do that, right at her neckline just to illustrate the point that it really didn't take much to get to her.

... For about ten seconds, anyways, until Darlyn was able to get a good close up look. He groaned and deactivated the pike as quickly as it had come on, and used the length of the staff to get himself up to his feet. "Consider your less conspicuous 'gam successful. Nice markings though, subtle touch." He coughed a bit and wiped a bit of blood off his cheek, seemed he'd managed a small cut while tumbling. Lovely.

"Though next time try not to stop in the middle of the street, unless you are actually trying to get run over." And, he chuckled a bit. It wasn't really a pun, but it was more literal here than usual.

[member="Ambrose Cadera"] :|: [member="Beth Cadera"] :|: [member="Kaine Australis"] :|: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] :|: [member="Mig Gred"] :|: [member="Vyr Beviin"] :|: [member="Deius Koman'na"] :|: [member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Penalty of Swords - Bryn'adûl Insurgency
Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Eshan Hex Z21

​Objective: Ensure Violence

​The Mandalorians had responded in kind, their forces pushing into Eshan's streets. The Mandalorian enforcers were herding the Echani populace into quarantine areas. The climate of tension was growing thicker with the fog of war as every moment passed. It was a hard thing to swallow, the growing tension. The already tense relations between the Echani and the Mandalorians made triggers itch, and the word of an assassination attempt on the Australis Alor would no doubt cause repercussions throughout the ranks.

​The Echani government was without leader, their forces were scattered. But still, their remained some Generals, noble families with militias of their own that no doubt had been preparing since the night before for the Mandalorian attack.

​Small armies of militant forces were beginning to appear outside of the city, flanking the Mandalorian forces that [member="Yasha Cadera"] and [member="Kaine Australis"] had mustered in the time they had.

​--

​Tathra was aware of the moving forces, ordering his own Kamikaze Extant disguised as Mandalorians to enter one of the Echra Corp Government buildings, they had targeted their Embassy. Full of innocents. The Extant leader amongst them was a tall, lankey Mandalorian. To the keen eye, one would notice how each of them carried a foul smell about them, how each were not people at all. The tallest, their leader had lived the longest - his Beskar had began to morph into his flesh, his equipment faltering as its energy was absorbed by the hungry parasites within.

​The six entered the building, slug throwers raised as they immediately opened fire on the Echani Civilians. The six moved to integral and high population areas of the building, where many government employees had been hiding - their fear sustained the Extant fakes, allowing them to absorb any punishment delivered.

​Then, they would prime their charges. The first, her body glowed like metal reaching its melting point, a vibrant mix of oranges and yellow hues filling their bodies.

​--

​The Echani militias formed a total of six groups. Small formations of a hundred of less. Formidable, proud warriors. Six families personal guard, waiting amongst the outer areas of the city and standing between the Mandalorian forces and the city. There was a solid unease between them, the arrogant Mandalorians continued on their march, only stalled by the sudden..

​Ooomph

​The explosion sent a aerial shockwave throughout the city, the whole Embassy and three blocks of civilian buildings were destroyed in a massive explosion. A gust of black smoke engulfed the immediate area. The Echani forces were confused, scared and angry all within a few seconds. The Mandalorians at the front halted, confused by the explosion.

​All that was needed was one shot, a stray bolt, a nervous twitch. Tathra hadn't planned to have a shooter, he knew the primal instincts of the proud Echani would do that for him, instigated by the brash arrogance of the Mandalorians. The capsule that held the Bryn'adûl opened, Tathra stepped out onto the high rise platform. Luckily, the small barren field where both groups would meet was visible.

​Tathra let out a low breath, his chest rising and falling as satisfaction churned in his stomach.

​| [member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Beth Cadera"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Seo Linn"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Ambrose Cadera"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] |​

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Location: In the city, heading towards government district
Objective: Save Tuulu (Ambrose Cadera)
Equipment: See Signature
Allies: [member="Darlyn Excron"]
Enemies: Echra Corp

Beth almost gave up on finally getting her weapon out of its lock. But, it finally unlocked. Except, she watched the man who was running full force into her – and she did not believe it was by any natural means. She closed her eyes as she watched him barely miss her – tumbling, then kneeling. If she hadn't been in an increasing war zone, it might would have been an amusing move to watch. The trip, then the tumbling, then the flat landing. He'd probably have some bruises after that.

Beth reached for her unlocked pistol right as she saw the light-saber pike pointed right at her neck. Really, her armor would likely deflect it but that wasn’t something she was ready to test. She moved her hand away from her pistol as she took a deep breath, luckily hidden by her buy’ce.

But, then he put down his staff. She perked a brow. Markings on her beskar’gam? So he was Mandalorian. She didn’t recognize him, though. The robes were interesting, too but she wasn’t sure who he really was. She’d never met a Mandalorian wear a robe like that. “I mean, you too,” she said kinda surprised.

The adrenaline finally removing, she chuckled a bit. “Well, I mean, watch the speed limit,” she joked back. Then, the ground shook as she watched what looked like an entire neighborhood collapse. Something else was going on – Mandalorians didn’t attack civilian areas. Almost always we aimed for military/offensive operations. “I’m Bethany. We need to move, it’s not safe out here.” Or probably anywhere, to be fair.

“You’re looking for Tuulu, right? I think he might be somewhere in that building.” She pointed to the Echra Corp building.

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Location: Sub-Basement Level 4, Echra Corp, Government District
Objective: Get down.
Allies: ME [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Beth Cadera"]
Enemies: Echra Corp [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

The Government District was barely safe from the barrage of Tathra Khaeus and his marauding forces. Surveillance feeds from across Eshan showed the truth: marauders and Mandalorians battling between street corners. Echani joining the fray, unsure of who to battle first. Other Echani grabbed their belongings, or their kin and bolted.

“Sir, the Mandalorians…” A woman looked up from her surveillance district, “… they’re… they’re shielding the civilians, Sir.”

“I’ve got Mandalorian hits on our subsidiaries, and the members of the Sun Guard, but no hits on the cities.”

Bre’thro Tannis folded pale hands behind his back, and peered at the bank of screens. All were of the planet around them, but one: Tuulu’s cage. “They’re hitting… all our targets?”

“Even the warehouse on the South Gerba docks we bought a month ago for the new slave transports. What does it mean, Sir?“ She winced, the rest of her questions dying as Bre’thro Tannis shattered the glass in his hand and about-faced to leave the surveillance room.

Little did the woman know she missed the blur of Darlyn and Beth coming their way…

Tuulu wheezed until he felt his lung trickle with an anemic volume of air. The Cotton Smile around his mouth, nose, with its’ tubes down his throat and nostrils starved its’ denizen of atmosphere beyond the bare minimum for life. It worked on a cycle, decreasing oxygen until the prisoner fell unconscious, then letting enough through to sustain them. Nutrients flowed directly to his stomach, bypassing the concerns for hydration or input of calories, and degrading the prisoner further with zero routines.

Agony. Constant panic. Not enough energy, nor room to transform.

Yet, as he writhed in his bonds, Tuulu realized if he pushed up on the tip of his toes and craned his face to the side, he could gulp another breath. One more breath.. until the sensors in the Cotton Smile ‘vacuumed’ the excess oxygen out of his deflated lungs.

The only method Tuulu had of realizing he wasn’t alone was the crank and shunt of the massive door. It clanged and reverberated through the pipes. Red-stained eyelids fought to open. Orange irises glared at the man. The one who first awoke him shackled in this room.

Bre’thro Tannis.

“You! The Mandalorians are targeting our operations. How did they receive the information?” Bre’thro Tannis glared at the gurlanin, needing no words out of Tuulu’s forcibly agape mouth. Nothing but the slim language of the man’s body.

“You did have… you’re Mandalorian aren’t you!? A spy. Not some drug runner who caught the wrong end of my guards.”

Tuulu’s eyes narrowed. He pushed at the ground with his right foot, the left uselessly throbbing and stiff.

“Yes, the Infernal sent you to us! It’s a trap to get a cut?” The slump of a body held up by ever failing shoulders. “Oh? That didn’t trigger a thing… give him a jolt.”

Instantaneously, Tuulu’s lungs filled with air - near pure oxygen, liquid filled into his stomach, and his nose pushed with an acrid, sterile scent as stimulants passed the blood-barrier of the capillaries in his nostrils. The pain, which dulled from lack of oxygen and stupourifics returned. He felt every atom in his body leap to the side, his left leg throbbed, ribcage clanked and burned, shoulders tense and shriek in agony.

Tuulu screamed, muffled by the tubes and the Smile.

“Send that recording to the Mandalorians and see what response we get. Double the guards out front… and you, my little dog, and I, are going to have a conversation.” Bre’thro Tannis smiled, his mouth dry as cotton as the lights, which before seemed dim burned into Tuulu’s bloodshot eyes.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: The Never Again
Objective: Command
Allies: ME @Deius Koman’na [member="Beth Cadera"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Vyr Beviin"] [member="Mig Gred"]
Enemies: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] Neutral?: SJO [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Seo Linn"]

Kaine was the first to answer back with the instigation of violence. An expected level of resistance was inevitable, but the first reports of altercations were no more Echani as a long drawn out speech at a pacifist’s convention. Yet, the actions of a certain entity at the recent Summit cemented the invasion in the Infernal’s mind.

If Echani soldiers, who seemingly worshipped this Darth Ayra were going to cause galactic trouble at peace talks, they too would meet the Mandalorians’ wroth.

“Vano, send the shield generators down to shield the civilians. Set up buffer zones in the most highly populated areas, and begin sweeping district by district to find any tracker chips. We need slicers on the slave-chip detonation frequencies, I want them uncoded and deactivated as fast as you can.” A chorus of ‘Elek, Mand’alor’ went up, those around her breaking from the group to get their tasks done.

The comm from her riduur filtered through, along with surveillance of the surface. Buildings were falling? Under her helmet, Yasha’s eyes narrowed.

“Australis, heard. I’m sending reinforcements to your position. Cadera, how is your track on Tuulu?”

Unbeknownst to [member="Kat Decoria"], the Mandalorian Empire and the Sith Empire had almost nothing to do with each other. There had not been a single moment in Yasha Cadera’s career as Mand’alor the Infernal, where the Mandalorian Empire had done a single thing the Sith asked.

Not one.

It was the Infernal herself, who separated the Mandalorian Empire from the Sith in the first place. Those, who thought there was some form of collusion were as false as a lightly dressed Corellian jumping out of a space dock thinking he could enjoy the weather in the vacuum of space. While Mandalorians did serve the Sith Emperor, the Clans who did were not members of the Mandalorian Empire, but independents who did as they liked and lived in Sith Space. As mercenaries, there had been moments, where Mandalorians took contracts... but that was a minuscule handful. Less than ten in an Empire of millions... and nothing new for any who desired to feed their families.

If the Mandalorian Empire were so ingrained in the Sith, why was it a Mandalorian Empire fleet, which aided the Commenori’s rescue? Why also were prominent members of the Empire fighting for Commenor in the first place? Facts. It would have done Decoria well to know them.

While several Yasha-Class Atmospheric Carriers disseminated upon the Echani homeworld loaded to the helmet with Mandalorian soldiers and ships, each mobile enforcement base focussed above a location of corporate or governmental business.

Several dozen shield generator vessels swooped in to the towns and cities, most reinforcing the Mandalorian line by [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Vyr Beviin"] and [member="Mig Gred"]. From each of the shield generators, a single repetitive message in Mando’a, Basic, and the dialect of the Echani.

“Citizens of Eshan. We are not here for you. The Mandalorian Empire has the following evidence of Thyrsian slaver occurring in corporate and political entities on Eshan and throughout your space. Stay in the safe zones, and you will not be harmed. If you are under duress or held against your will, our medics have tracker chip decoders on hand. We will deactivate your detonation chips, and remove them, then you are free to go about your way. Shuttles to Thyrsus will be provided for those, who wish to leave the planet. Any who wish to leave Eshan are free to go. The Mandalorian Empire recognizes the sovereignty of Thyrsus as an independent state. The Thyrsians want their people back… Citizens of Eshan. We are not here for y…”

A report of Mandalorians opening fire on an Embassy full of civilians got an eyebrow raise from the Infernal.

“Do we have any troops in that vicinity?”

“No, Mand’alor… your daughter and cousin are nearby, but there’s no troops.”

“Alert Alor Gred or Beviin. I want those imposters delivered to me in pieces.” The pregnant Mand’alor put her hand on her lower back, refusing the seat offered for the moment as she continued scanning the bank of screens.

“Scan all ships entering or exiting the system. Any with tracker chips or suspicious activity, interdict and tractor them in for inspection.”

“Elek, Mand’alor.”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig and his team ran for Kaine's location, quickly scaling some of the downed building. Mig quickly stabbed one of the attacker in the back with his Trayc'kad, converting it to blaster mode and firing to be safe. Mynock and and Talyn soon followed their alor in, while Ordan fired from the top of the rubble. Ilik meanwhile quickly got to work on the wounded, pulling them out of the fray and fighting his own battle to keep them alive. Mig ignited his Trayc'kad's sabers, and went to slice through another. He eyed Kaine, chuckling a bit. "You have to be one of the most dush'kara (unlucky) Mando'ad I know." Mig blocked another attack before hearing a call come over the comms.

There were impostors at the embassy, and they were killing civilians! Those demagolka! Not even brave enough to take the fall for their actions. Mig turned to his clan mates quickly speaking. "We have new orders. Impostors attacked the embassy. Pretty sure Kaine can handle himself anyway. Oya!" The Greds quickly ran towards the embassy, blocking any attacks by Echani and attacking any marauders. They soon came upon the building, but something wasn't right. Mig couldn't sense anyone there. It threw up some red flags in the mando'ad'jetii's mind. Why couldn't he sense anyone? If impostors were attack. It was then Mig got another felling. He quickly turned yelling "Fallback!" The clan began to run when....

Ooomph

Mig's head was spinning, his ears ringing, and he knew something was bleeding under his helmet. His visor was cracked, but he soon felt someone grabbing at him. He turned to see Ilik frantically looking him over. "Mig! Mig! Good. You're up and moving." The baar'ur began to cough, trying to speak through it as Mig got up. "Be c-carefully. There w-was an explosion."

"Explosion?" He then heard a sarcastic, mechanical voice.

"Don't worry. The droid is fine. He's a droid after all." It was Mynock. Good. He was ok, and still cranky as usual. Mig then noticed Talyn. She looked ok. She was always one of the tougher ones, if a bit more quiet then the rest. He then noticed Ordan on the ground. Wait!

"Ordan! Where is he?" Mig looked around frantically before see one last Gred on the ground. "Ordan. Ordan, come on."

"Mig..." Ilik began as his alor shook the man a bit.

"Ordan!"

"He's gone. No.... You of all people should feel it." Mig just looked back at the Clan Gred medic, then looked back at his cousin, slamming the ground with his fist. He could feel it, but he didn't want to believe it. He turned to Ilik, looking around at the carnage caused. There was work to be done. Many were injured, and for now at least he had to put his emotions to the back of his mind.

"Ilik, get a triage ready. Mynock, Talyn, start pointing wounded this way!" Mig then tapped his helmet, hoping his comms still worked. "May....... ayday. We..... juries around the emba........ requesting immedi...... assistance."

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Ambrose Cadera"] [member="Beth Cadera"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Seo Linn"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deius Koman'na"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Eshan
• Objective: Find the trail, begin the hunt
• Equipment: (Former) Sith Robes, Family Blaster, Tricksaber, Exar Kun's Saber

HE was about to introduce himself a bit, but turned when she motioned to the building. Well, that was in the general direction he had been given, but what made him more convinced of where to go was when he felt many tugs through the Force. The embassy, the death... and a particularly painful tug from Tuulu. Darlyn couldn't stop from grabbing onto his chest, and groaning a bit, somewhere between pain and relief. Relief in confidence of where to go, pain as he felt the daggers of darkness pricking his heart. "Oh that feels right. That is a lot of pain and suffering, a lot of darkness."

He laughed, spinning his pike's staff around, and perhaps somewhat surprisingly it quickly began to shorten, turning into what looked like a strange, standard length weapon. Flick a switch, and the amber crossguard lightsaber was more akin to what was expected, along with the second emitter on the other end. Inactive but, sticking out like a sore thumb. "Well, we've got family to save. Hope you don't mind If I'm a little less than quiet. We have a party to crash."

He chuckled and turned, making his way towards the building's door. Patrolling guards seemed shocked to see a sith, or at least robed person, approaching, lightsaber active, and moved into a more defensive position, raising their weapons. "Oh come on, get a grip guys." Darlyn laughed and grabbed hold of one through the Force, making him spin and the blaster discharge directly into the side of his companion, while another dropped his and clutched at his throat. How fortunate that the extra guard hadn't arrived yet, or this wouldn't be so easy. The blaster in the hand of guard number 3, the one who shot his friend by accident, spun in his hand and fired, right up into his jaw.

He moved up to the choking man and calmly beheaded him, panting a little from exertion. "Courtyard is clear." HE called back to Beth, probably just before the guards behind the door would slam it open.

[member="Ambrose Cadera"] :|: [member="Beth Cadera"] :|: [member="Kaine Australis"] :|: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] :|: [member="Mig Gred"] :|: [member="Vyr Beviin"] :|: [member="Deius Koman'na"] :|: [member="Yasha Cadera"]