Invasion The Reckoning [Invasion of Empress Teta: Mandalorians vs One Sith]

Azrael · Sep 21, 2014

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EMPRESS TETA
Cinnagar

A shift in the epic tide of conflict rose like a great swathing wave to crash upon the shores of the Mandalorian people. This warrior culture had been dealt a harsh blow, which only served to draw out their ire and focus is on a traitorous vod who had aligned himself with the very thing that these warriors had taken up arms against. Their Liberator taken and their brother's defection fanned the flames of glorious war! They would not sit silent, they would not weather this storm with implacable calm.

They would fight, they would conquer - they would not go quietly into that good night. This was a day of reckoning!

Thunder broke above the city planet, the unnatural roar of sonic booms ripped across the atmosphere of Cinnagar. What had been silence of the Mandalorian people had been broken and shattered. A singular god-like shout of war tore through the heavens, challenging those that dare twist what had once been their own. An army had come, storming the capital city with ranks of iron skinned warriors as far as the eye could see drawing up on the horizon and declaring this city their point of contention to the very edge of Sith space. The Republic's influence circled them on all sides, and yet it was the Mandalorian people that had answered their acts on Coruscant with a full fledged invasion drawing them out, and demanding recompense for the crimes against the Mando'ade.

Great throaty chants of war echoed on the mouths of the united clans. Mando'a synced from lip to lip, issuing their arrival as every soldier took in great stride the trade planet. There was no stealth, there was no guile here. The Sith would see them coming, and they would meet this force head on. Comet like objects ripped from the sky, leaving in their wake a trail of fire in the atmosphere as metal born creatures cratered onto the permacrete of the city streets with a deafening boom kicking up dust and rubble in their wake. Invasion had come to Empress Teta. Their new Dark Lord had intentions of union, but there would be no siding with those that had once desecrated their home world.

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Location: Cinnagar: capital city streets
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Dar'jetti
Objective: War!

The call to battle was never ignored - and so much the more now that a personally vested vendetta rested heavy upon the Field Marshal's mind. The events of Coruscant still etched firmly on his mind as he had watched his Liberator perish at the hands of the enemy. The fuel of anger raged within the half-blood as his squad descended to the planet's surface. On the backs of the mighty Bes'uliik war droids, Field Marshals descended upon the city, entering into the fray with a determination and resolve that would not yield. He'd made a promise to finish what the Sith had started, and he was going to make good on his word. The call of Mand'alor rallying not only those on Keldabe, but all the vode across all the Galaxy had come to draw into this war. The mechanized roar of hundreds of laser cannons tearing across the first lines of infantry as the Sith troopers would meet the growing mass of iron skinned warriors.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur, vod!" Azrael exclaimed to his own squadron of soldiers who came to confront the enemy. "For Mand'alor!" The shout rang out and was echoed back time and time again in massive bravado echoing from their ranks. Gilamar had risen to face this threat with the vode, and ordered the strike on this newly claimed world of the One Sith empire. Their new Dark Lord, Jasper Ordo - now labeled dar'manda by not only the deceased Liberator but by their own Mand'alor and thus the Mando'ade. Tension and turmoil had plaguged the vode with that discovery, and many were torn between friend and foe alike. How could he have done this to them? Turn his back on everything he had sworn and then have the gall to say it was for the best. It would not stand.

The Mandalorians however were not fools to simply think their bravado could stand alone against the might of the Sith armies. They were a people of sound strategy and had been warriors destroying their enemies for thousands of years. Transparisteel nutrient packs clung to the backs of many of the vode, holding within them live Ysalamir to repel the default weapon of the Sith, and keep their powers out of the equation. They would storm Teta and draw the line in which the Sith would no longer cross save for the fallen corpses that would line the battlefield this day.

Rhodessa · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Sky above cinnagar
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaia Brin"] @micheal steelfang
Enemies: The One Sith
Objective: Provide Air Support

Itessa had just joined the mandalorians, when news of the war broke out. They where finally at war with hated sith, it was time to show them the true power of the galaxy. In her case it was represented by a starfighter, a Cabur-class starfighter. She was nervous as hell, but she had trained for this moment of dive bombing the enemy. She listening out to her commands and surveying the battle field for targets from above, she was looking for something big to kill. The vong had creatures of size, and bigger the target the more likely she would hit her mark.

In her ships bomb bay she had four proton bombs at the ready, and she had four light mass drivers for strafing runs. All she had to do know was wait, for the enemy to show it`s ugly head, so she could blow it off.

Preliat Mantis · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: Mando'ade and his squad
Enemies: The One Sith

War.

War was in his genes at this point, it was his ultimate destiny.

And he met his destiny with fury. Fury that rode on the back of a Bes'uliik war droid. It was harrowing to see, the number of Mandalorians descending upon Empress Teta. Where the weakness of the Republic and the Jedi was evident, the strength of the Mandalorians was prominent. Preliat looked below him, wind screeching at his war-painted helmet. Red streaks, as if he was crying blood, hung from the visors where his eyes were beneath. Quite a sight to behold. Cannons roared as he descended, spraying the lines of Sith troopers that were beginning to understand what they were up against. They were against the empire to the east of the Republic, and the bane of all those who opposed them. Dominions and Empires had run from them to escape their wrath. The Mnenchei had flocked to the Republic in fear of their wrath, and it was clear of why they did so.

After inflicting a hefty amount of damage with a strafing run, Preliat landed on the ground."Kote Darasuum!"He shouted, and waved down a troop carrier. The heavy vehicle stopped, and Preliat climbed into the turret, adjusting the Beskar tomahawk on his arm so it would not interfere with his shooting. He thrust his hand forward. His men, being that he was a Field Marshal now, he had command over a substantial amount of troops than previously before. His armor was painted black with gold accents, and the shawl that Preliat kept around his neck, a homage to his desert roots, were now a dark golden color. He pressed the heavy repeater against his chest, and began to open fire as his troops engaged the enemy.

"SQUAD ON ME!"He said, the specially selected individuals hopefully hearing him over the chaos of the comm channels.

Darth Banshee · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Cinnagar
Enemies: Her mandalorians friends (why do you make me have to kill you

)
Allies:[member="Ordo"] and the one sith

She was at her dark lords side, when the sirens rang through out the city. The war had come again to teta again, the republic came last time. Then she forced to face of [member="Aedan Miles"], she hated it. She liked mandalorains, but they hated her, a hate without reason. They where not the sith who bombed them in last war, she was not even around then. Though know it mattered not, she was here to defend her dark lord, what ever the cost.

She was hoping to talk to him, but he seemed colder know than he did when he was a mandalorian. The power had changed him, then again the war always bring the worse out in people, may when it`s all over he get back to drinking and telling jokes, well may be. She looked at Darth [member="Ordo"], and waited for his commands in this battle. As he was in charge of every thing know, she was his sentry.

Durotar · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Cinnagar; One Sith command post.
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: The Mando'ade
Objective: Kick some ass

The Mandos were coming. I could hear them chanting, uttering war cries as they walked through the streets. But a Red Guard was a match for any warrior, particularly a Yuuzhan Vong Red Guard. I checked the locks and seals on my armor, settled my holdout grenade launcher into its holster, and settled my various blades into their sheathes. I let out a growl as I began to pray to all the Vong gods I knew. Praying for victory, for glory, and for honorable combat. Never would I strike down an innocent, never would I kill a defenseless person, enemy or not. Most of all, never would I die to treachery. Finally, I came onto the intercom that connected all the Sith forces.

"Strike hard, fast, and well, warriors of the Sith. Now for Wrath. Now for ruin, and the Red Dawn before us."

[member='Darth Banshee'] [member='Ordo']

Basaba Willamina · Sep 21, 2014

Location: En Route to Cinnigar
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: One Sith

Basaba was clenching her fists now, more from straight up anger and frustration. The news that had come meant someone had to pay and sitting there as she secured the Fett Kal Trench, Tal'galar Kal, Bev'kal, Ori'bruyce Kal, her Bes'bev and Beskad onto the Bodo Baas Gunbelt. The second harness of it attached around her shoulders to holster the twin Jackel handguns and then secured to her K'uur jurkadir while the cannon swiveled around. She had in the hip holsters a 'Lazy Eye' Edition Merr-Sonn Power 5 Heavy Blaster Pistol and Ripper MK II while the Kal'vod gauntlet and Portable shield went with her Crushgaunts to make up the rest of her Beskar'gam MK III.

She ejected the smaller blades from the Vibro Knucklers while walking and sliding the helmet onto her head. The final pieces of equipment needed was the Horak rifle with plenty of ammo loaded into her belt and pockets. She was ready for war and her clan sister was coming in. That meant she needed her to be ready for anything but most importantly as Basaba popped her neck and held the rifle... To just have a good time with the destruction and chaos. She moved towards the Rassilon [member="Aedan Miles"] was bringing her down on and spoke. "Get us to the surface and we will take care of the rest."

Neskar A'toll · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Cinnagar (what kind of a stupid name is that?)
Objective: Slay Sith. Keep alive.
Enemies: Sith. Plenty of them, it has to be said.
Allies: Who do you think?

The streets were a furore of terror and rage, fury and ferocity, pure hatred towards the One Sith, and their new archfiend, the One they called Ordo. Grimaces took over the faces of his men as they soared on the mighty steel basilisk war droids. It was time. Neskar sat at the helm, glaring down at the swarming streets. Shells fired from both the air and the ground, exchanging brutal volleys in an effort to soften the oncoming storm. But it would never be enough. It was time. The Sith would surely be formidable foes, but the Mandalorians had rarely been dealt defeats. But nor had the Sith. He frowned, warning himself to not become overconfident. The One Sith were a different breed of Sith to the ones they had fought before.

His weapons were ready, and prepared. His rifle, beskad, ripper, numerous grenades and accompanying launchers and a beefy, force user oriented shotgun. Perfect. He would have to stay close to his squad, lest he became overcome. Raising a hand to his comms, he spoke sharply.

<< This is A'toll. I'm all ready. Meet you there, squad. >>

[member="Kaggak"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Azrael"]

Darth Veles · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Invading barbarian hordes

The war has come to the planet of Empress Teta once again. Whatever remained unscathed after the brutal assault of the Republic, one that had proven to be a complete failure and the only ones who suffered were the poor civilians, another galactic player wished to print their mark into the planet. As tragic as it was, there would be more bloodshed, though hopefully most of the blood will be spilled from the Mandalorian aggressors. One had to hope... Shaking his head slightly, the Sith Master firmly drove away the grim thoughts. The Sith have defeated the Republic, they will defeat the Mandalorians as well. Unlike the Mandos, the One Sith forces possessed great knowledge of the terrain and Veles had no doubt many Mandalorians will fall into a well prepared ambush in the streets of the city or anywhere else for that matter. The soldiers defended their home, after all, and many of the were present during the Republic's invasion.

Finishing his meditation upon feeling the ripples in the Force as the opposing army neared them, the Mon Calamari Sith Master known as Darth Veles finished his meditation and stood up from the kneeling position he had meditated in. His entire body was clad in the Imperial armor, most of it hidden under a thick layer of dark cloak. Surprisingly, nobody would be able to feel the amphibious Sith through the Force, as he's been hiding his presence as only a true master of this art could. Whispering a silent wish to the Dark Side to make the Sith victorious and give them power to shatter their enemies in His name, Veles turned his head and glanced at the bloodthirsty hordes of Mandalorian warriors. They have come to murder and plunder, thus their death would be a fitting punishment.

The light started to twirl around his body and he started bending it to disappear from sight, even if just temporarily. Pressing the button on both of his curved lightsaber hilts in his hands, crimson beams of energy silently sprang to life before vanishing just as the one holding the weapons.

The Upright Man · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Cinnagar, Airstrip, Hanger-C
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Itessa"]
Objective: Anti-Air

The intercoms began to blare, "Attention, all combat personnel: Please report to your action stations." She had been sitting in the cafeteria, midway through a ham sandwich when it roared. Her and Venus gave a knowing glare to one another. She stood up, frustrated and stressed, throwing down her sandwich onto the floor. The bread and ham splattered onto the cold ground as naval personnel rushed by, accidentally stomping on the mess. She was a freelancer for the One Sith, and valued at that. Often utilised in a sniper team of two, the need for flight officers had slowly risen over several campaigns. While she was no ace in the hole like some others, she was still a decent pilot with plenty of experience in shooting down other starfighters.

The cafeteria doors exploded outwards as Lily and Venus exited. The intercom continued making a ruckus, "5th Platoon, secure hangers on Deck 11. 14th Platoon, rendezvous with 22nd Tactical at launch bay Charlie 14. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill." Whilst Venus was garbed in the typical One Sith flight suit that was handed out to all pilots, Lily did not think it was vital for her to wear such a suit. She wore her ALS-X1 Reconnaissance suit. A precaution and preemptive decision in the event she is forced to eject her craft. They trailed down the corridor and out onto the open tarmac. The roar of engines was deafening out here, but thankfully their hangar wasn't too far away.

The intercoms had now become a drone, orders were unheard upon Lily's ears, "Alert! Alpha and Charlie Teams report heavy fighting at entry points Five through Nine. Foxtrot Team move to entry points Eight and Ten, and stand by. Security teams move to assist." Lily and Venus separated as they walked into the shade of the tremendous hangar, where two CZ-V3 Cirrus Skyfighters squatted. "Starfighter Squadrons One through to Seven, respond to your stations for immediate flight. Eight through Fifteen await for further orders." Lily looked to Venus, "That's us." Venus walked towards her identical twin sister, holding out a hand that Lily firmly took and shook twice. Venus said, "See you on the other side." Lily turned around and approached her Skyfighter, firmly placing her helmet overhead.

The CZ-V3 Cirrus Skyfighter was bought second hand, they were the only two known of its kind here on CInnagar. At least, as far as Lily knew. They weren't a common sight. Lily placed her foot on a step ladder and began to ascend into the open cockpit, a mechanic popped his head out from under the belly of the beast, "Eh, she's spick an' span ma'am, as good as new." Lily gave only the slightest of nods in indication to the man before falling into her seat. She reached over, thumbing the ignition and closed the hatch overhead. Her hands reached over her shoulders to strap herself into her harness. The ion and repulsorlift engines roared to life, and a flight officer began to wave her out onto the runway.

Firmly shifting the gear sticks forward, the craft began to slowly move its way out of the hanger. Lily steered left and slammed the accelerators lever when she had been aligned with her flight path. She began to race down the runway with increasing speed until her craft slowly began to ascend at the gentle push of her hands. The wheels soon lost touch of the ground and she was racing higher and higher into the air. Glancing over her shoulder, she was Venus not far away regrouping with a fighter squadron. There were dozens of them in the air, but there too was dozens of Mandalorian fighters in the air. Lily peered her gaze upon a singular bomber. One at a time, she told herself.

Lily firmly began to steer her craft high above the city. Already she could see the chaos below. Lily began to stalk the enemy bomber, following it from a distance. She kept her craft level to that of the bomber as the targeting system attempted to get a lock. Lily placed pressure on the gearstick responsible for acceleration, whilst her thumb sat on the trigger for the forward ion cannons. She opened fire, thumb squeezing the trigger, holding it down; attempting to destroy the bombers shields with the ionic blasts. The green blasts slashed across the sky towards [member="Itessa"]

Aedan Miles · Sep 21, 2014

LOCATION: Skies above Teta
OBJECTIVE: Secure the air
ALLIES: [member="Basaba Willamina"], @ Særa Ayña Savan [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] AST
ENEMIES: One Sith

Aedan Miles stood in the hangar bay with his personal squad the six members of clan Akaata hurrying around and checking their fighters. Storing away gear as they moved and preparing for a fight Aedan himself was taking slow deep breaths and attempting to calm the storm within. He turned as he heard Basaba and offered her a grin his helmet resting on a crate nearby as he gestured her forward and looked at her team nodding once. Turning he walked to his fighter placing a hand on its nose as he smiled grimly and then turned calling out to members of both teams. “ALL RIGHT VOD LETS DO THIS!” He pointed from Saera to Isabet Akaata then he gestured from the Countess to Mekket and finally Mac O to Graad. “Those are who you will ride with. Basaba you can snag a ride with me where exactly do you want me to drop you four.” He walked to his helmet and reached down pulling it onto his head as he sealed it calmly. He grabbed a duffle bag and tossed it into the storage compartment in his fighter before he vaulted up into it dropping into the pilot’s seat and leaving the ladder for Basaba to get into the gunners seat behind him. He flexed his hands and watched as the members of his security team got into their own fighters quickly those who had to wait preparing their start up sequence while the others prepared to lift off. Jarg left his cockpit open as well wondering when Aedan’s apprentice [member="Bane Rade"] would show up if he didn’t show up in time he had orders to find a way to hook up with Basaba’s team.

After they were all loaded in Aedan sealed his cockpit and switched to his groups channel calmly calling out. “All fighters check in.” With a smirk he listened as they went down the rooster slowly. “Mekket all green and ready to roll.” “Jarg ready.” “Graad good to go.” “Makin ready to roll.” “Isy ready to fly.” Finally he heard Lunasa check in with her now familiar nick name. “Ice Queen ready to fly.” He nodded and commed the hangar control and let him now before the six standard Rassalion-class elite fighters and his own Rassalion-custom took off flashing from the hangar swiftly. Aedan took the lead early his hand gripping the yoke calmly as he spun his fighter up and then down diving towards the surface of Empress Teta. Behind him Basaba could see on her sensors as the other members of his squad followed diving and flashing through space and into atmosphere. He pressed a button and contacted her. “Basaba where you want us to drop you at?”

Strider Garon · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Above Cinnagar
Enemies: One Sith
Allies:
Michael Steelfang
Itessa
Kaia Brin

Strider Garon was in the cockpit of his Cabur-class starfighter. Strapped in tight with his harness, his hands gently upon the center yoke and his eyes gazing from visual readouts of the battle below and his head up display for positioning and enemy contacts. This day the old man was in charge of air superiority, a task he has been well suited to just as much as he would have been slogging with the grunts below. Like most Mandalorians they were well diverse in many forms of combat and today Strider gets to play fighter pilot.

First objective, Supply the basilisk riders with fighter escort while they descended to the planet's surface. Strider and his squadron broke atmosphere closely following the droid's and their masters. It was a beautiful sight to see. "Alright ladies, lets clear the skies for our vode below!" He ordered to his squadron.

Tefka · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Empress Teta - Capital City of Cinnagar
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians
Objective: Consume.

Group 1: Guerilla Groups Within The Buildings of Cinnagar, the Capital City. This will mostly be Sith.
Group 2: The sewers below Cinnagar. [member="Smeg"], the Rat King, will lead you. Attack their unsuspecting armies from below.
Group 3: With Tsavong and the army gathering outside the city walls. We're gonna box them in the city and destroy them with force of arms and possibly magic.
Group 4: We're gonna need some people airborne. Any pilots and/or people who can NPC them?

Tsavong's orchestra began to play throughout the city, his oggzils broadcasting it to all galactic comms on the planet.

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

The Mandalorians would find the streets of Cinnagar quiet. Abandoned. A ghost town.

Several large thamasshes hung from light posts, thickening the air, reducing visibility heavily within the city.

Red eyes peered from buildings.

Green eyes peered from the sewer grates of the city.

And drums began to beat from outside it's walls.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpIhbDN58mA

Tsavong sat atop the head of his Rakamat, his face and body covered in warpaint, behind him an army that was still mustering together in the face of the news that the Mandalorians had come for their reckoning.

The behemoth offered no words to the army.

Only drums.

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Anastasia Rade · Sep 21, 2014

Location:
Objective: Revenge!
Enemies: Sith
Allies: Mando's

Fifteen years she had been a slave. During those years she had been experimented on and tortured by the Sith. It had been a time void of happiness, affection, and love. The young seer's childhood had been ripped from her without a care. Even now the years that Anastasia spent in the cell haunted her dreams to the point where most nights she couldn't sleep. She struggled during the day to get by and learn all she had missed. The young woman had been lucky to have been found and cared for by Azrael. It was more than she could have ever asked for and she was eternally grateful for everything he had taught and helped her with.

She was here not only to support her Vod in their fight against the Sith but for herself as well. She was a survivor, not a victim. No, she was not going to lie down and let the Sith win. They were getting stronger and if someone didn't stop the Sith the Galaxy would be consumed with darkness. She couldn't let that happen, not on her watch.

The young witch hadn't learned any spells as of yet however she had more confidence in herself now than she ever had before plus she had been taught how to use the various weapons of the Mandalorians. She was more than ready for this.

[member="Azrael"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Navio"]

Darth Rixas · Sep 21, 2014

Location- Empress Teta, Capital City
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians

The army amassed behind [member="Tsavong Kraal"] parted as Azal drew closer to the front whilst atop his own Rakamat. The masked vong felt surges of excitement and angst flowing from those around him, projecting the chaotic and bloodthirsty atmosphere onto Azal whom basked in the constant noise of incoherent chants and the endless clang of weapons. His grip tightened on the reigns of his beast as the 6-legged creature came to a halt to his superior's right. Azal's black mask glimmered in the sunlight, showing off the large, fitted, jaw-bone located at the bottom of the mask. His crimson eyes stared ahead of their position, words failing to escape his mandibles as his bloodlust intensified by the second, giving him something similar to a body high.

Sawa Ike · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Skies
Enemies: Mandalorians
Allies: One Sith
Objective: Skyfall

Sawa was here well as far as records and names went in the one sith Darth Shōjō was here and fighting. Her energies sworling as she moved around in the Warden Cloak with her three weapons shifting about. The twin fire and ice AEL/Mohc Extractives 'Dauntless' Combat Blade's and Holdout Hand Cannon with ammo needed. The Hydrastaff was wrapped around her one arm and the heads hissing while she shaped the air itself, moving around in the city for now under cover from the BlackBlades. She had protection, she had cover and she was allowing the energies to flourish outwards. Stirring the winds for the ritual and small gusts of dirt rose up around her.

Galatea Raste · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Cinnagar
Enemies: Mandos
Allies: One Sith
Objective: Kill Mando's (Mmmm... tasty)

She'd barely even started her training and here the enemy was arriving on Empress Teta, ready to get their Mandalorian butts kicked. It was rather delicious really. They had those annoying helmets in the way, but the nice thing was that they could always be removed. Mandalorian brains were chock full of stupid chemicals, but those chemicals added a yummy flavor. Regardless, she had on her Warden Cloak, and she was carrying a Dauntless Blade for the inevitable close combat. She didn't have a saber yet, so there was none of that to be had. Her only other weapons were a couple of fun thermal detonators, and twin blaster pistols, one of which she was twirling around her finger as she waited to bring death to the Mando Bucket Heads. It was going to be fun.

Grrwunhoooll Agaburry · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Empress Teta - Capital City
Objective: Support One Sith and Eat people
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Mando's

Javik followed closely behind [member="Tsavong Kraal"] in the Army behind him. Javik stood out from all the rest, His 9'8ft height and 6 arms made him look monsterous, He walked like a Gorrila for now and down his arms were Amphistaffs twisted and waiting for blood. Javik's Thick Sensory hairs stood up enabling him to see almost everything. The Sounds of the Drums alone made him see purely on sonar. Thick Chitin like scales covered his body as well as jagged Bones and horns, His Skin marked in a Blue-ish way and glew. Javik had been in warr before and honestly needed some violence again. Javik extended his Wing like Features on his back to stretch them out and started walking up right making him perhaps the tallest person in the Army mass. Javik summoned two amphistaffs to his hands and walked with them ready for what came next.

Grozurra · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Inside a drop ship
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Sith Skum

Grozurra sat within the armored confines of his Beskar'kandar. The communicator in his helmet filtered through channel after channel as he listened in to his brothers launch their assault on the planet. Wave after wave of drop pod, Bes'uliik war droid, and dropship flooded through the atmosphere as the Mando'ade invaded the planet. So far, they were uncontested.

Grozurra's thick metal helmet scanned left an right as he looked at the soldiers picked for this operation. Thirty six seats lined the transport, each of which filled with an armor plated Mando'ad. Two of the platoon's three support heavy weapon specialists sat across from him. Two squad heavy weapon specialists and a demolitionist were further to the front of the transport. A total of twelve standard infantry soldiers were seated near him, supported by two medics and a slicer. Also added to the roster somehow had been six marines and six special forces operatives. A pair of combat engineers had been placed in the driver's compartment and Grozurra had been partnered with another Beskar'kandar clad, force sensitive, vod.

The wookiee nodded at [member="Shaw McKeller"] as they waited for the drop ship to reach their destination. Cluttering the floor between the two of them were several boxes of ammo, fuel cells, grenades, medical equipment, and other mission critical supplies. They would be operating as a rapid response unit, moving to reinforce overwhelmed forces and extricate critically wounded soldiers. If they could help it, they would not lose a second Mand'alor to the Sith.

Preliat Mantis · Sep 21, 2014

Location: Cinnagar
Objective: Kill
Enemies: Sith
Allies: Mandalorians

[member="Neskar A'toll"] chipped in. Preliat chirped back, pulling the bolt back on his MT-40G death machine while he rode on the troop carrier, dropping the heavy repeater down to the cabin below. He started to fire, as the convoy moved further into the city. It was ripping apart anything- the MT-40G that is. It decimated the Vong troops, and made the Sith Troopers into a fine silver and red mist. He grit his teeth, his crushgaunts gripping the weapon tightly as it practically destroyed the enemy opposition.

He saw the enemy thamasshes, well, he knew that they were there. And when his M2-40G sprayed one from the light posts, the other Mandalorians followed suit."Target the things on the lamp posts! They're creating some sort of fog!"He switched to a low-light mode, where it highlighted the edges of shapes and gave everything a very even feel. Made him feel...robotic and methodical as he ripped further into the city with his squad with him. He grit his teeth, as red eyes poked around him. His convoy stopped, at his orders. And then, they began to unload and drop their troops. Preliat rotated the gun turret, waiting for the attack from the Vong troops. He peppered the buildings and lamp posts, dissipating the fog from around them.

He tapped into the comm channel to [member="Strider Garon"]."Drop illumination on my position."He looked around, noticing the green and red eyes. He didn't fire for a moment, before his infantry began to grow restless rather than nervous. They were itching for the fight. However, Preliat grinned beneath his helmet, and reached down to the cabin. He removed the Gladiator slugthrowing rifle, placing it atop the roof of the vehicle, waiting for the moment where he would have to exit. He checked the weapon system, and so did the other vehicle turrets.

"Come and get it you ugly sons of bitches."He shouted over the silence.

Darth Osano · Sep 21, 2014

LOCATION: REMOTE AIRFIELD - FAR AWAY FROM THE BATTLEFIELD
OBJECTIVE: WAIT

Placing a Super Tactical Droid in charge of this airfield had been a sketchy decision to some, but he was a highly recommended Super Tactical Droid. Even if he was the very same Super Tactical Droid that rarely, if ever, saw any action. The last time he had seen combat was on Manaan, where he led an AT-TT charge deep into the heart of the capital city. He had killed many Republic soldiers, perhaps a few Jedi, though he was not personally aware of any. It all contributed wonderfully to the eventual Sith victory, at any rate.

Prior to that he had been present on Metalorn, where he led a successful assault against a Republic Prefabricated Garrison base. The defenders had been slaughtered ruthlessly in the face of overwhelming odds and superior tactical programming. Now, however, his job was much more innocuous. He was to wait until until the opportune moment to make his strike. When that would come is anyone's guess.

While TD-18 surveyed the AA defenses of his encampment, an officer approached.

"The Mandalorians have entered Cinnagar."
"Good. Wait for my signal."

With any luck, the Vong would absorb most of the casualties sustained here today. He sincerely hoped [member="Tsavong Kraal"] had remembered to set up AA emplacements in the city, and that his plan to make everything really spooky and dramatic hadn't distracted him from tactical necessity.

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