This is Getting Out of Hand, Now There are Three of Them! | Imperial Invasion of Alliance-controlled

[Drakar]

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Resistance, Rebellion, Defiance...​

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Ideas that permeate within the confines of the Galactic Alliance, ideas that cannot be allowed to persist should the Empire ever hope to restore order to a galaxy of chaos. Those that have garnered themselves a true understanding of this age know that peace can only be achieved through war, through a purge of all factions that lie to the Galaxy about being bastions of freedom and democracy.​

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At the behest of Emperor Kardal and Grand Moff Graf, the Imperial Moff Council prepares an official declaration of war against the Alliance and its allies of convenience, delivering it in a way appropriate only for the instigators of the Kaeshana War: A surprise attack on the planet of Dagobah in an attempt to destroy the shipyards present in orbit and strike a severe blow against enemy morale. Meanwhile, the shadow of the Imperial Inquisitorius looms darkly over the seemingly Force-steeped world.​

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The war for the Galaxy has begun...​

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DAGOBAH​

851 ABY - THE GREAT GALACTIC WAR​

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High Inquisitor Drakar stared into the wizened fog of the swamp from the cockpit of a HAVw A6 Juggernaut, the blind man using the Force to sweep for potential threats. Earlier in the day, stealth ships had discreetly delivered a small, but elite, Imperial force to the surface of Dagobah, having used the atmospheric conditions as well as the general mysterious nature of the world to slip past the present defence grids. Starships could easily be mistaken for flying creatures, one could reason.

"Status report, general?" Drakar asked quietly, not bothering to turn his head to greet the presence of the helmeted Bothan. "Scouts report that our destination is about one klick out. They also forwarned of a concentration of unknown individuals." The Bothan informed, reading multiple displays at once near the drivers. "Intriguing," The inquisitor admitted, before developing a more malicious tone "We will need to time the commencement at the same time the fleet arrives, the general confusion will allow us to complete our mission swiftly."

"Indeed, my Lord. I can assure you that my men are ready to face any threat that the Alliance sends our way, even the Jedi if push comes to shove." The general informed proudly, adopting a more stern posture. "I hope so, for your sake. If you fail, becoming a prisoner of the Alliance will be the last thing you worry about." Inquisitor Drakar affirmed, in a subtly threatening manner.

Soon enough, the Inquisitorius would triumph over the Light Side once more...

 

[Kip Hollaran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ec0XKhAHR5I​

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Location: Ground Base
Allies: GA and friends (subjective), Red Team
Enemies: GE eventually, boredom, the wrath of Master Sergeant T’rago, whatever the hell crawled out of the swamp the other night and ate the juvenile Sleen Kip had been feeding


Leaning back against a munitions crate, his BDU’s top off and hanging at his side, the white sleevless undershirt and red bandanna tied securely around his forehead were turning darker as beads of sweat soaked into the clothes. Kip Hollaran let out an exasperated sigh. “Another wonderful day in paradise, huh Greig?” Kip questioned, looking over at his Togruta comrade sitting opposite him, a similar bandanna tied around his head.

“’Course, no place I’d rather be.” His friend replied, snark dripping from every syllable. The two of them had been through basic together, been shipped out to Dagobah together, and been assigned to the same bird. They were brothers, or might as well have been.

The bird in question, one of a squadron’s worth of LAAT/Ds purchased from the CIS, sat idle a few meters from them, their crew chief, a cranky old Chiss named T’rago was busy ensuring their stations were up to par with his expectations. ‘Zeltros Bound’ as the LT. Farren had named her, was an ugly thing, but T’rago and Farren loved the thing like it was their own, and they’d been making damn sure their two new gunners were taking care of her.

In other words, they were being massive pains in the ass.

In the time they’d been on world, nothing truly interesting had happened during their joint training with the Confederacy. Rothul, a Twi’lek and another one of their gunners had ended up in a fistfight with a Herglic from another LAAT/D’s crew and somehow won, but aside from that it’d been dull. More of the same stuff he’d been doing in training.

“It’s all karking bantha poodoo, we could be out there doing hits on Sith worlds and instead we’re here on this force-forsaken swamp planet running through the same damn drills just with CIS folks mixed in.” Hollaran groaned.

“Oh do be grateful, without the Confeds we wouldn’t have the bird! And if we didn’t have the bird what would T’rago make us clean six, fething, times, a day?” Greig shot back with a grin, to which Hollaran held up his hands in surrender.

“Forgive me for I have sinned.” He replied. They both laughed and took swigs from their canteens. If the miserable planet didn’t kill them, Kip was sure the boredom would.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

RED TEAM- [member="Kip Hollaran"]
Red Base
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Lyra stood in the center of the tunnel network, hands clasped behind her back as she listened. The war games were going well so far, even if Twilight had drawn the short end of the stick and ended up guarding the flag. Even some of the CIS ships they'd gotten wouldn't have made it that much more interesting. She let out a long breath and strode out of the tunnels. Mud squelched against her boots as water from the swamps oozed up from the fen around them.

It made for a good defensive position, with too much marshland for vehicles to approach them, except from the air. They'd dug into a jungle-drowned hill that peeped out of the marshes around them. Hardly noticeable to any who might approach, which had been the plan. Then they had dug tunnels out beneath the soil, braced with rods of durasteel to the other solid lands around them. Sharpened stakes lay hidden around the small base, shrouded with undergrowth and looking no different than the other trillion trees that coated the planet's surface.

"No sign of Blue team yet, Captain." Her executive officer stood at hand, watching reports on his datapad. "Things have been suspiciously quiet."

Lyra nodded and pursed her lip as she considered. Perhaps their outpost was still hidden, or perhaps they were gathering for massive assault. She couldn't be sure.

"Increase patrols," she thought after a moment. "Go further afield. Pick up any movement that we can find. Get our air support ready to go. It might be time to make a dash for the flag, as soon as scouts report in on its location."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Side: Alliance
Allies: [member="Armaud Eden"] [member="Taheera Sollo"]

Trextan was getting the feeling that Jacen was not coming back.

"I'm getting the feeling that he isn't coming back."

Taheera he knew quite well. Armaud he'd met several times but not for a few years. In that time he'd gone from essentially a child to a young man. That was a big difference in a small amount of time. Trextan didn't like to dwell on that, mostly because Jacen kept mentioning how it had seemed like no time at all since trying to keep Armaud and his twin brother from toddling off out of sight.

That wasn't his favourite place in the Galaxy, but he wasn't surprised to end up marooned here. Jacen had once taken an apprentice here and forced her to survive in the wilds. Trextan had come here with another student and trekked through the wilderness as an exercise. It wasn't shocking, it was just tedious.

"Probably wants us to make our own way through the swap. Did I mention the giant spiders before? They're a joy."

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Allies: GA, ORC, Mando's other allies
Fleet commanders: TBA
Bucket Heads/ Enemy: GE [member="Drakar"]

The fleet gathered in low orbit the dismal world of Dagobah. It had a swamp like surface thick in fog below them and in that fog was dense plant life. "This is the Five ow two fleet reporting in. Are you sure this place is a target. I mean it has no strategic value." Sanya spoke over the coms to the other fleet commanders. The woman stood on her feet as the black tail flicked. "Satellites Scanners are detecting anomaly's. We are waiting for them to become closer before we get a full reading, but i fear the reports may have been accurate." The Officer said notifying Sanya of the circumstances. "Thank you officer." The feline woman would walk to the holotable that was behind the captains chair. "Picket lines I want you to spread out and act as air defence. Assume they will come down with troop transports so make sure you cover the zones that have space for a small transport to land. we don't want to give them the opportunity to deploy more than we can handle. Vehicular transports will be primary troops secondary. Everyone else ascend up to low orbit. Ireth I'm putting you on spotting for the pickets, communicate what sector ships will come in. Frigate stay close to us. We are going to play this by ear, Orders will change depending on the situation. We will have to count on the other fleet to Keep the invaders occupied long enough."

Her orders were simple and spoken with experience from the republic wars and her knowledge of the other major powers. Sanya had no fear this day. War had always called her to the front lines. No matter how she tried to take herself away from it, she was shackled to defend. The upside the planet had no civilian population so she was prepared to play dirty. The Hammerhead destroyer, Ireth-class cruiser and the two frigates began to ascend up wars. the muggy dark light that broke through the window soon had the sight of space. "Operation Victory Arrow has Commenced." The lights dimmed as yellow lights pulsed around the edges of the ceiling.

Spoiler

(total 4950m, 8 sqns)
Hammer head destroyer (1550m, 5 sqns)
Ireth-class cruiser (1000m, 1 sqn)
X2 Udarnik class frigates (1000m, 2 sqns)
X20 Sekalien Runners (1400m)

 

[Tiland Kortun]

The cup of tea floated in the air in front of the old monk, circling slowly about his palm. Its steam wafted upwards from the cup and melded with the mists that hung above the swamp and its rich odor melded with the planet's around him. Mud spattered the edge of his robes and clung to his boots, but those passed through his attention, recognized and dismissed as not important.

No, he had more important things to address now. This brew of tea, crafted from plants only found within the swamps, eluded the perfect taste. It still lacked something and he could not for the life of him decipher what it could be. He had already brewed and tasted thirty different versions, but none of them were quite right.

It was quite an enigma.

But something else bothered him. The Dark Side was more present than usual for the world. Granted, Darkness always lurked here, as it did in the wild places of the galaxy. But this was something else, something malicious something active and seeking. He let the cup slowly settle onto the rock and he stood, eyes closed, stretching his mind out into the Force around him.

He wasn't hiding his presence, by any means, and it would flicker through the Force, seeking out what it had sensed.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Dagobah Shipyards, Orbit of Dagobah, Sluis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: The Galactic Empire​

Objective: Investigate a Disturbance in the Force​

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The ships ferrying the Imperial Inquisitors and their team down to Dagobah itself had managed to avoid the eye of the Alliance, their stealth drives taking them with speed and determination down to the surface of the swamp world. Yet, where sensors had failed, a ripple in the currents of the force had been enough to catch the attention of Aryn, deep in his meditation on the Incandescent Truth, currently interred for repairs at the Dagobah shipyards. Aryn had been to Dagobah many times since taking his position among the Alliance's High Command, and he had grown used to the currents of the living force as they surged through the swamps and skies of this ancient world. Even the dark side, which flowed which such reckless abandon across and through the nexus at the center of this world's force signature. He drew on it all, pushing past the dark and the light to the one, unifying force within, and to that one, insignificant ripple.

Standing up, Aryn left the droid he had been working on in his meditation, de-constructed and deactivated as he turned away from his quarters and made his way towards the bridge, giving a gentle nod to any who passed him, but not stopping to speak to any of them as he made his way to the bridge. He had grown used to the hallways of the starship by now, though he had only been in command of it for a short enough time. The weapon which sat in the very core of the ship ensured that its interior hallways were not as many as was common among many star destroyers, and getting around was easier, to a degree, so it had not taken him a great deal of time to grow used to its size and winding hallways.

The turbolift took him up to the Bridge with relative speed, and as he walked out it did not surprise Aryn how clear it was. The ship was clamped to the shipyards as it underwent the last of its checks before the ship itself would be allowed to leave the station. His gaze settled upon the Captain as he approached. "Ah, general - the last of the checks are underway, we'll be able to detach from the station soon." Aryn just gave a nod, moving up to the great transparisteel display windows as he stared out at the planet below them. "We have a few LAAT's on the ground running patrols, yes?" He asked idly, casting his gaze back over to the Captain. "Yes, General, they're part of the exercise, and-" "Have a group divert towards the tree." The captain visibly balked and raised an eyebrow, they had been actively avoiding the ancient tree as part of their exercises. "Sir, we've checked the area repeatedly since your last encounter there, and scanners have been placed around to ensure no trespassers." The Captain urged, a hint of caution in his voice. The man was a devoted officer, and he'd served alongside Aryn well, but he had little to no understanding of the force, and so Aryn turned towards the Captain with a polite smile. "Call me paranoid, then."

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Dagobah
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post One
Objective: Locate and eliminate CIS command structure.
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Pestilence had their objectives and they would see them through, even to the death.

Days before, DT-2417 stood before his superiors and was promoted for his service toward the Galactic Empire. With the hell that awaited them with their strike toward the Galactic Alliance and their territories, the Death Trooper that had led Pestilence on missions across the Galaxy both outside and within the borders of the great Empire against its enemies found himself no longer a Captain but a Major. The small outfit of Death Troopers that DT-2417 called brotherhood was diluted with more and more faceless troopers donned in black, the newest additions to Pestilence formed up without question and there were no time for introductions. Aboard one of the many vessels that were sent as the extension of the Galactic Empire's will, intelligence came in and battle plans were drawn by his superiors. The grand design of such an invasion was shrouded in mystery to DT-2417 and Pestilence but they had their objectives and they would obey.

72 Death Troopers were stood within the hangar of the Star Destroyer, the bleak interior meshing with the sheer charcoal black shade of Pestilence's armor. Inspections were carried out, equipment was prepared and the troopers themselves stood eager to serve and deliver death upon those that followed the banner of the Galactic Alliance or their allies. Information was patchy at best but the force composition of the opposition was staggeringly disadvantageous of the Galactic Empire. To the Death Troopers, to DT-2417 more so, it mattered very little. Indoctrination and zealous will towards the Empire and the propaganda that was spoon fed into their mind daily regarded the Alliance as nothing more than untrained rebels, their allies cowards that hid behind the legions of steel that marched on programming rather than will towards their cause. In their eyes, they were the superior force in regards to their equipment and training... Naive to all but to the Death Troopers, their obedience and blind zealousness towards their cause gave them vision, one they would seek to solidify in victory with the cost of their very lives.

As the Empire's vessels entered the orbit of the planet below and the conflict of vessels would no doubt begin, DT-2417 and his troops boarded their Lambda-Shuttles and began their descent toward the planet, utilizing the chaos of the opening space battle to slip under the radar and land safely upon Dagobah without indecent. The ramps lowered and allowed the Death Troopers to disembark and find themselves within the hellish scenario for combat in the way of marshes and jungles. Whilst the rest of the troops had their objectives, Pestilence had their target. Intel had suggested that the CIS was the largest threat in the terms of manpower. The intent was to locate and eliminate their command chain and install chaos into their ranks. No doubt they would be alone on this mission, fending for themselves in the abysmal conditions they found themselves in.

Formed up and ready to move, Pestilence began their run through the jungle.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]ALLIES: GE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]ENEMIES: GA [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]HYPERSPACE, NEARING DAGOBAH SYSTEM[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond’s fiery gaze swept over the maddening blue swirls of hyperspace intently. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Captain how much longer until the fleet arrives in system?” The chiss asked softly, his arms folded behind the small of his back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The captain’s boots softly echoed throughout the bridge as he approached the canopy. He was careful to divert his gaze from the sickening blue swirls, opting instead to stare at the back of Desmond’s head. Idly studying each clue strand that coated the Chiss’s head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Shouldn't be long now sir, we’re about to enter,” The timid captain spoke as he continued to count the follicles.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond nodded along before turning his stare onto the captain. The man shuffled nervously when placed under the naval intelligence officers red hot gaze. He took an unconscious step back and Desmond almost smirked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Good,” Was all he spoke before walking coldly away. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond had no patience for cowards. This man would surely not survive the battle to come... He walked to the tactical readout map and placed both hands across the table, already pondering, planning what the enemy formation might look like and how best to counter it. He looked up to the Captain just as they began reversion from hyperspace [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Do not fail me Grot,” The Chiss said, the veiled threat making the Captain gulp audibly.[/SIZE]



[SIZE=11pt]JUST OUT OF LONG RANGE, DAGOBAH ORBIT[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The bridge was now bustling with life, as the numerous different ensigns raced to and fro the different consoles that made up the command deck. Their grey uniforms blending in seamlessly with the bleak halls and floors. Desmond ignored the new found life, instead concentrating on continue to strategize and plan. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Fleet reversion complete!” Shouted the navigations officer. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond nodded absentmindedly as his subconscious processed the information. He continued to stare at the tactical map as the eleven vessels that made up his fleet appeared on the display. He studied the loose formation they were in carefully and nodded.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Contacts?” Desmond asked as he continued to study the map. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Numerous sir, but we can't get an accurate bead on them,” A surveying deckhand observed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond merely nodded he clicked a button on the tactical map and the holograms that covered the board zoomed in and became more in depth. The stars now lining the very air around him. Desmond moved the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Gargantuan[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]to the center of the fleet with a flick of his wrist. With another flick of his wrist he moved the the two [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Victory class Star destroyers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Firespray [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Gunbuster,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] with the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Firespray [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]taking the top of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Gargantuan, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]while the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Gunbuster [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]floated beneath it. He moved the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Kontos II[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] ships, the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Steamboat, INV Crackerbox, INV Tinship, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]INV Shameless, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]in a diamond around the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Gargantuan. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Imperial Intersector sloops[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] lagged just behind the main fleet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Prepare to move into long range of the Dagobah shipyards, and launch the strike teams in the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]stealth fighters[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] now,” Desmond said calmly, still ignoring his surroundings.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He was regarded with a nod and a salute regardless. The stealth ships launched reflec hulls and photoreceptive fibers masking them from scanners and the naked eye. Meanwhile they flew slowly enough so as to mask the signatures from their ion drives. These ships were ghost in the night. By the end of the battle Desmond expected many more to join them…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The time was at hand, the Galactic alliance was doomed.[/SIZE]

 

[Lemon]

​Koda Fett​

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Dagobah, Sluis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: Galactic Empire​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Friends​

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For whatever reason it may be, Dagobah became the Galactic Empires target. Whether it be their shipyards of force nexus, Fett wasn't entirely aware nor did he care. Although questions were raised within him, surely there were better targets than this? Although the Bounty Hunter wasn't paid to think, in fact he was only paid to get the job done. Yet still, he was suspicious by nature. The credits he was being paid, however, could silence those thoughts. Did he care anyways? No, not really. If the Empire went under it would only be a matter of time before latching onto the next galactic superpower. For now his job was to assist the inquisitors, but to do so he needed to reach the planet first.

Aboard the Concord Spear, the Mandalorian soared out from an Imperial Star Destroyer alongside TIE Fighters and Troop Transports. Ahead of them was the Alliance Fleet, ready for the battle to come. As they ventured further and further from the Imperial Fleet in an attempt to get to the planet below the resistance only became more severe. Koda was able to eliminate his fair share of X-Wings, A-Wings and Y-Wings; whatever the Alliance could throw at him. But still, the planet was his goal. Entering the atmosphere with the troop transports was the marking of a halfway point, but more was to come, it wasn't over just yet.

​Around him the troop transports lit up in infernos, those within side surely dead. Yet the conditions didn't provide optimal dogfighting spaces, and truth be told Fett wasn't an ace, but still a worthy contender. Whoever was on his tale had been a master. Shots colliding with the back of the Concord Spear​, striking the stabilisers that would immediately go out, causing the Firespray to descend into an unsalvageable spiral. His best attempts at keeping it under control were fruitless as moments later it crashed into the trees; metallic grunts and groans as well as the sounds of the trees being crashed through would have filled the jungle, or swamp.

Now it rest half inside a swamp, slowly descending until it would no longer be of any worth. Koda had to escape or meet a watery grave of his own. But first he needed to acquire his bearings. This was well and truly a harsh welcome to the jungle.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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|____| War. It was where Mand'oa thrives. Where the battle-hardened warriors of ancestral Mandalore lived and breathed. They were born in it, and upon death |____|​

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|____| they would finally find peace in it. But not until then - not until the very last of Mandalore's enemies were destroyed. And they were never fully destroyed. |____|​

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|____| Not today. Not tomorrow. The tragedies they faced in the Civil War were only the beginning, were only a continuation of the chapters of what made them. |____|​

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|____| There was very little one could do on his own to alter the waxing and waning of the powers of the Universe. There was little one could do... on his own. |____|
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\ \ But Mand'alor was not on his own. / /​

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\ \ A Mandalorian never was. / /​

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\ \ Not as long as / /​

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| | he had a home | |​

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| | in Mandalore. | |​

| | Light side. | |​

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| | Dark side. | |​

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| | First Order. | |​

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| | Alliance. | |​

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\ \ Them. / /​

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\ \ Us. / /​

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Location: Mandalorian Fleet | Dagobah Space
Objective: Collusion
Allies:
The Mandalorian Empire | [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Artemis Lux"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Briika Tor-Munin"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Tusk"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Galactic Alliance

The Mandalorian Imperial Fleet arrived out of hyperspace on the edge of the system.

Ra stood aboard the Kandosii-class Dreadnought, the MCS Sunspear. He stared into the void of space, golden plated arms crossed under the folds of his crimson cloak before turning his blazoning red visor to the Communication's officer.

"Inform the Galactic Alliance of my arrival and intentions to treat immediately."​

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He stood before the holoprojector onboard the ship, recording a message for the Alliance leadership.

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My name is Mand'alor the Undying,​

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Breaker of the Liberator and Sole Ruler of Mandalore.​

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We have intercepted communications that war is coming to the Alliance,​

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An indomitable force of military power comes to Dagobah, seeking your destruction.​

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Without the Mandalorian Empire, you face destruction -​

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Permit my men your landing codes at once, we will be arriving soon to help ​

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Ra nodded to the Admiral of the Sunspear, and soon transports would begin flooding from the Mandalorian fleet towards the shipyards. Though the Alliance would most definitely suspect the Mandalorians of being allies of the arriving invading force, as they had appeared at nearly the same junction of time, the Mand'alor hoped that perhaps one Admiral would remember Ra and his attempts at peace with the Galactic Alliance some years ago.

The Undying would soon be joining the transports to help lead the counter-offensive.

 

[Lucien Galtier]

[SIZE=11pt]ALLIES: GE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]ENEMIES: GA[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Dagobah Orbit, headed to the shipyards[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Powering on…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Systems loading… [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Mechanized eyes came online and regarded the bleak metallic surroundings for the first time in a long time. There were two men in front of him. Targeting systems became operational and Lucien’s friend or foe systems marked them as friendlies. He attempted to raise a hand but found he could not. He wondered why this was for a moment before his programming overrode the thought. One of the figures moved out of Lucien’s peripheral vision and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Diagnostics running… [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Motor functions loading…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Is he online?” The figure in front of Lucien asked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Yes sir, he should be set now,” The man announced.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You are dismissed engineer,” The man in front of Lucien said in a rich Imperial accent then regarded the dark trooper “Stand Lucien,” He said and Lucien stood. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Amazing they let you back in the Empire… as a robot or not. You know I thought I killed you and your republic comrades when I ordered that charge into the killzone, but somehow you made it… At least I got most of the scum you came with,” The man laughed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien wanted to raise his hands and strangle the man, but just as the thought came it disappeared, lost beneath his scripting. The man continued [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“But you survived and defected to the Dominion. Such can be expected of your ilk…” He sneered again, a vicious look on his face as he walked to Lucien and placed a hand on his shoulder. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“But, your back now. Didn’t think your old programing would come in use, but it helped us force you to betray those Dominion dogs. That republic was just as disgusting as the one before it!” The man snarled as he spit on Lucien. Lucien did nothing. “But, that’s over. Now your part of the Empire once more and we have one last mission for you…” The man finished a wicked grin splayed across his face. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He walked over to a nearby crate and heaved it open with a crowbar. Inside was a large thermite explosion. He patted the crate and motioned Lucien over with a waggle from his index finger. Lucien walked over and studied the device. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Pick it up and put it on your back,” The man said merrily, an insane grin set across his face. Lucien did as he was told and mounted the bomb to his back. Then a voice came over the intercom [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Docking with the Shipyards in five,” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The man nodded like an eager child. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Finally i’ll be able to rid the galaxy of one of the last vestiges of the old Republic,” He reached up to Lucien's face and patted his helmeted head gently. “Come now Lucien let’s prepare to dock,”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien obediently followed.[/SIZE]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#TeamAlliance
Location: Dagobah | Ground (Blue Team)
Equipment: ExplorCorps Field Kit | Training Lightsaber | Target Blaster
Supporting: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | @BlueTeamPCs
Opposing: None in direct action.

Atrisian synth-pop - A-Pop as it was known colloquially - tricked out from the over-the-ear musicplayer that the boy wore.

Shoma, Lord Xiaolang, one of the last descendants of the royal house of Atrisia that pre-dated the rule of the Sith Lord [member="Mythos"], was on a mission. A mission vital to Galactic Alliance national security. A mission critical to the survival of the New Jedi Order. A mission which only he, Master Padawan of the Order of Super Bombad Jedi Bombads, could do.

And that mission?

Find every puddle of mud on this planet and jump into it.

Seriously, there might have been one clean spot about 1 centimeter by 1 centimeter on his left cheek. Other than that, there was arguably more mud covering him than there was throughout the entire Dragonsnake bog.

Strangely, a lot of the native wildlife - predators included - seemed to be keeping their distance. For a small boy who weighed less than thirty kilos, you'd have thought that a greater krayt dragon was moving through the swamp.

He was supposed to be learning about strategies and tactics. Or something. They were playing capture the flag, which sounded a lot like a game to him. So he was having fun. And that was utterly honest and genuine.

He'd been teamed up with some gaijin named Starchaser and they were out to bring the hurt locker down on the Red Team's flag.

Plus, even if the Red Team saw them coming, they'd take one look at the Atrisian boy and think that they were under attack by Swamp Thing.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Near the Dark Side Caverns, Dagobah
Allies: GA, CIS and allies
Enemies: GE and allies

Wargames on Dagobah was hardly his idea of a good time, bu everyone insisted that it was going to be fun. So Daxton joined the rest of the CIS teams heading to the swamp world to participate in ‘friendly’ war games. Not that he received a very warm welcome, he could tell his presence was tolerated rather than welcome, but he choose to take the higher ground and not let it get get under his slin.

For these games, he decided that he would were a less flashy version of his armor. No single part shone with mirror like sharpness, after all he was going to keep cover as much as possible if their side was going to win this skirmish.

Divided into two teams, he joined the Blue Team members as they headed for their base. What the Red Team was not aware of was Daxton was taking this game quite seriously. That was why he was crouching, covered in mud, swamp slime and cold water waiting for Red Team to make their run for the flag.

Hidden from the naked and electonic eyes with Force Invisibility, anyone bothering to scan would only detect swamp readings. Combined with the thick pea soup for [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] summoned for him that rolled about the swamp surface like a malicious sentient, visibility was severely compromised. Figures would appear like shadows through the mist, details very hard to see clearly.

Earlier the area was seeded with thousands of motion sensors, programmed to send a ultra low frequency ping once someone or some thing entered its immediate area. The ping would be received and interpreted on his heads up display giving him a real time awareness of where the hostiles would be coming from.

A dozen droids were positioned around the flag point, disgused as best as possible to mimic the Blue team and trick the opposition into an ill advised attack. Thus allowing the Blue team to catch them from the flank amd roll them up before they realized what was goimg on. His rifle was set to stun, he settled down to patiently wait while all around him the various amphibians native of this world begun their mating cries.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Allies: Mandalorian Empire | Galactic Alliance.
Enemies: Galactic Empire.


Alongside Ra's transport, Tal sat comfortably in his Bes'uliik starfighter running the necessary pre-battle checks. The arrow-head shaped fighter was slightly larger than most of the class, to accommodate for his larger size and the fact that the weapons had been shifted to internal mountings, but otherwise shared all the performance hallmarks of the standard vessel.

So we're here to help the galactic alliance fend off an attack from the galactic empire... But just how galactic can they really be if there's two of them? Answer me that, kriffers.

It had been a while since he'd gotten to take out the fighter in an actual battle, as most of his combat of late had been based on the ground, and he was anxious to test her capabilities against a real threat. Here's hoping the Galactic Empire could measure up.

With his checks done, he commed ops and announced his readiness, then settled in to wait for Mand'alor's shuttle to launch and his escort mission to begin.

[member="Ra Vizsla"]​

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Dagobah Space
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Dar'Jetii



Mando'ade Draar Digu.

The Mandalorians Never Forget.

Preliat remembered it all. He woke up some nights, screaming. The fire that consumed his body, his wife, his home, his planet, his friends. The pain of the building coming down on his leg. The blade burning across his face. He remembered it all.

He was in the hangar bay, as the flood of Mandalorian warriors gathered around the Wolf of Manda'yaim. He clapped his hands and beat his chest, as they chanted, dozens upon dozens of them, reciting the ancient poem of the Dha Werda Verda. Passed from the Taung, it embodied what the Mando'ade believed in- fidelity, honor, strength, and resilience. Things that he hoped to instill in his daughter, and her children, and any nieces or nephews that were to come.

The rage built in his body. Focused. Razor-sharp. Bred from years upon years of it being within. He felt it's power, felt the cortisol and the adrenaline begin to flow through him. It empowered him, as much as the spirit of the Taung and the old Gods did.

Preliat Mantis was going to burn the Empire.

Mostly because anything that began with "The" and "Empire" had tried to kill him at one point or another. He even had reservations about the Mandalorian Empire, simply because of the word "Empire" in it. But that was for another day. It was still better than all the other silly names that the Mando'ade had called themselves over the years.


[member="Tal Vizsla"] l [member="Ra Vizsla"] l GA homies

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Allies: Galactic Alliance | Confederacy | Mandalorians
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Engaging: Nobody Yet
Music

Death.

It was a truth many sought to deny, but in the end it always found everyone. No one escaped it. Not Vitiate. Not Palpatine. And not Yoda. It's cold fingers would eventually wrap themselves around every person who would ever walk the universe and pull them into the sweet embrace of the end, of peace and darkness everlasting.

The jungle understood this, everywhere Life gave way to Death like the shore gives way to the waves. Insects buzzed haplessly around, swallowed by birds and lizards which in turn became meals for minor predators, which only fed the next in the food chain until even the mightiest died and became soil for the plants to begin the cycle again. Silently it watched, never anxious to collect its debts. It was patient, for it need not seek out the living for them to fade into the endless black. They would do this on their own in good time.

The air was charged with that old familiar sensation. War was coming once again to this hallowed canopy. War was trife, a trivial matter that fluttered through the minds of sentient beings that concerned themselves to territory, influence, or legacy in the meager hopes of surviving a moment longer than others. That all their silver and gold, all their deeds might stave off that loathesome figure for an instant. These were fantasies that held no meaning in the end. Everything went away, every memory wiped clean, and every lasting presence rendered pointless by the atrocity of time.

Pale blue eyes scrolled over the jungle, scanning for movement. Smoke trailed up in the distance, a long trail from the edge of the canopy to the clouds above. More would soon follow, the bodies of many would end up strewn over the undergrowth and at the depths of murky waters.

A ghost sat silent in the trees watching, unseen and unheard. For all the specter wanted to be a man, to join them in the sun, it could not. It was not of the living, not truly, but a soulless and hated monstrosity for all to despise and fear. A mere memory to all those that strode across the planet of swamps and jungle, a quiet reminder to all those who walked under the heavens.

Sooner or later, Death's face will be the last thing you ever see.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Location: Dogabah Surface
Allies: GE
Enemies: GA & Allies
Role: Combat Medic, Troop Support

Fingers curled around his helmet, the visor reflecting back Seto's eyes as he slowly placed his helmet back on. The HUD display systems lit up and Seto began his last inspection of his equipment. Combat Medics was not his original choice, but proving his worth as a Doctor and passing all physical tests the option was Seto's alone to make. Frowning he made sure his bacta refills were sealed and all his more delicate equipment were secured. He turned to face the Company of soldiers he was assigned to and moved along with them, the jungle below them was their target to cleanse of enemies.

Seto gently brushed against his utility belt, larger to hold more medical supplies but it also hid his weapon, his lightsaber. The Obsidian Knights were no more, as far as Seto was concerned, but their training and discipline remained. Keeping his Force potential a secret wasn't Seto's favorite idea, but joining another Force Order did not appeal to him either. Difficult though it may sound, Seto learned to conceal his Force presence long ago and continued the practice even at this moment. The shudder reminded Seto that a war was being waged, and his expertise as a Combat Medic was required.

The transport released into space and with another shudder they made their way towards the surface, it seemed that every other minute a shudder would appear and shake the entire troop transport. It reminded them they were not going in unannounced and Seto began to wonder if he should have attempted to join the Pilot Aces instead of joining the Ground Pounders as their medic.

Gritting his teeth his transport shuddered for the last time, red warning lights flared and the ramp lowered. Stormtroopers flooded out, Seto was last to leave, his awareness stretched forward as he prepared mentally for what was needed if a trooper needed medical assistance. They were in a swampy and jungle area with Emperor knows what kind of diseases and bacteria everywhere. His hand gripped the hilt of his blaster rifle tightly and followed. Whatever amount of Bacta he had, he knew it was not going to be enough.

Perhaps becoming a TIE Pilot was something I should have considered his thought echoed in his head as he marched along mud and mush jungle floor.

 

[Mitth'rae'leios]

HYPERSPACE IN TRANSIT TO DAGOBAH SYSTEM

War.

It was such a simple thing. Some approached it as a game, others as a career but there was an undeniable truth in the reality that it was still a simple play at lives lived and lost. Sacrifices were made, battles were fought and victories were to be had. Losses, tactical blunders even catastrophic errors had to be considered. For in the length and very nature of war, it was the war that had to be won.

Pondering this idea, this complex but beautifully organized concept, the Rear Admiral stood poised at the center of his command ship. Before him was the viewport alight with the telltale vision of hyperspace travel and behind him the trappings of the vessel's command deck. He found a semblance of peace in the ambiance that the crew provided around him, a means to focus as he stared intently into the streaking stars before him. Had this been any other instance in his extensive military career he would have considered approaching this battle from the comfort of his command chair. However, his office was far from optimal.

Time and again he was approached by the captain, questioned to the bitter end of their correspondence as to the Admiral's strategy. Despite the captain's many attempts, and his reckless persistence, the Chiss kept his intricate machinations to himself. Signaling here and there where he wanted the crew placed in light of the coming event. Perhaps it would have been simpler to address the crew with the deeper workings, to bestow upon them the underlying clockwork of his mind, but he had chosen to lay out the simplest of plans.

It was the captain's final approach that drew the Chiss' attention away from the viewport long enough for him to make eye contact. Something he was rarely inclined to do but did so with his hands comfortably poised clasped behind his back.

"Yes, Captain?" The Chiss' voice came coolly but with a hint of repressed agitation.

"We're approaching our entry vector into the Dagobah system, Admiral, requesting your orders," the man explained as he chocked on his fear of any reprisal he might receive from the almost coldly silent commander.

"Bring our vessels out of hyperspace just outside their longest sensor range," he began and turned back to gaze out the viewport, his eyes flicking back and forth across the expanse of it as if plotting out a formation of ships within the space before it. "We'll bring the Victory fours into position behind the left and right flanks of this vessel and call them up to flank while the indictor and sloops take a support position beneath us."

It was a sound plan, one decisive on the notion of hiding one's complete strength, yet he had to consider the feeling that the enemy was prepared for even the most carefully laid plans. As he spoke, almost as if on cue, Cerberus Squadron began to file in and position about the ships command deck. The Chiss did not need to look to acknowledge their aptitude, and yet he did just so for the briefest of seconds to note their tactical precision before turning back to the waiting captain.

"As you command, Admiral, we I'll relay the orders. ALL HANDS PREPARE FOR DROP FROM HYPERSPACE! YOU HEARD THE ADMIRAL, ALL SHIPS FORM UP INTO POSITION!" The captain shouted as he returned to his post at the back of the command deck, the Chiss internally cringing just a hair at the captain's lack of tact in delivering the orders he had been given.

And just as quickly as they had been delivered, the lights before him in the viewport dwindled away into an array of stars known to him as the Dagobah System.

EDGE OF MAXIMUM SENSOR RANGE WITHIN DAGOBAH SYSTEM

It was strange to be met with a sight so unwieldy as the Dagobah System.

As if on cue, drawn in by something he had long anticipated, the Chiss stepped forward towards the viewport and close enough to witness what he could only describe as a swarm within the waiting system. Moments such as these were hardly surprising to the Chiss, were it his instinct or tactical prowess even he could not say for certain. Yet, as he observed the culmination of the Galactic Alliance fleet, and their supposed allies, he slowly drew his arms forward and placed one of his hands against his chin in contemplation.

Perhaps a gambit.

"Captain," he breathed as he continued to watch the massing of enemy craft before him, his eyes flicking between each grouping slowly and carefully. It was impossible to gather numbers, or even anticipate potential danger, yet he was intrigued by the possibility of attempting to do so. "Bring the Indictor forward from beneath the Praetor. They are to hold position at our point, just within enemy long range sensors, but order them to jam any incoming scans."

Confusion overtook the captain as he contemplated the Admiral's orders. Just what was he planning, the Chiss imagined he was thinking, but it hardly mattered. As quickly as the orders were given the captain relayed them to the Indictor; the ship moving into it's position as requested and within the most bare bones extent of the enemies best long range sensors.

Test the waters and you shall compose an idea of the tide, but pray you not stray too far as to be swept in by the current.

A strange but methodical analogy but one the Chiss gladly flowed through his consciousness to move toe and toe with the plans interlocking and shifting within the clockwork of his mind. If, perhaps, this battle were to become one of numbers he was prepared to respond in kind. However, there was no doubt in his mind that the battle would require a modicum of improvisation on the part of information. They always did. One did not win battles by sheer luck alone, lest their tactics be driven by something far greater than themselves.

Feeling the shift of the Ysalamiri on his back, and the growing anticipation of the battle to come, the Chiss continued to watch the workings of the space between he and the enemy formations. In time, he would know the full force of the Galactic Alliance's defense of their system, but for now he was content to observe from a distance and collect what information he could. The Indictor would do it's job.

Let the game begin.

S/H Praetor Mk IV Class Battlecruiser 100/100
S/H Victory IV Class Star Destroyer 100/100
S/H Victory IV Class Star Destroyer 100/100
S/H Imperial Indictor II Class Electronic Warfare Frigate 100/100
S/H Imperial Intersector II Class Sloop 100/100
S/H Imperial Intersector II Class Sloop 100/100

(OOC: Made the mistake of linking the wrong ships, I apologize to anyone inconvenienced.)

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Drakar"]

 

[Xin Boa]

Allies: Alliance
[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

"Look, if I had realised de rock was quite dis...well..." Xin spread his arms wide to encompass the landscape around them. "...den wouldn't ave volunteered us for...babysitting did."

His headtails twitched irritably before he nodded towards the stack of crates they were 'guarding'. The Alliance had tightened up its borders recently and sometimes one had to be more careful when moving cargo around without having been entirely honest about the contents and the applicable tax. Dagobah was good for hiding things. They had stayed with the cargo after dropping it off and had been expecting another smuggler to collect hours ago.

Brak shrugged. The enormous Barabel managing to exaggerate the gesture with his broad shoulders as if definitively stating he was taking no part in this. Whilst Kinsey and Xin seemed to dislike clomping through the mud and the murk pretending to patrol Brak seemed entirely unphased.

Creek

"Great. Finally getting off dis rock," Xin announced. He had enough of insects chewing on him and mynocks trying to chew the cargo.

"Anyone in this channel?"

"Yes. Where yuh at?"

"Sorry. Not coming in. Just got too hot."

"What?"

"Look up."

They were on high ground. High enough that Xin could peer upwards through the mist and see the distinctive triangles against the sky.

"Crap." Getting slapped with a tariff was one thing. Being in front of a platoon of stormtroopers was quite another.