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

[Katria Vekarr]

Side: The Galactic Alliance
Allies: Galactic Alliance | Confederacy | Mandalorians | Etc.
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Location: Inside "Home Base", Dagobah
Team: Red Team (relevant to CIS)

The planet was nothing more than an oversize swamp. With it, among a multitude of things, came all the various bad vibes she got when visiting such worlds. Yet, duty without question, warranted she take the position in stride and set aside her personal feelings. War Games had been the name of the operation in question, as an attempt at honing the CIS forces' tactical skills.

Did she consider herself in need of such unorthodox talent boosts? Not exactly. But as she sat in her perch far above the flag her "team" had been assigned to guard, she couldn't help but consider the benefits of competing against ones own allies. Even if it wasn't for her benefit, she felt that the others could use her talents to assist themselves in the future. While she had chosen to use her stun carbine as the option of choice from her present arsenal, it was better they be prepared for a sniper than not at all.

Leaning back against the cold, moist wood behind her, keeping an eye on the screen on her right vambrace, the young agent tilted her head as she watched the drone scan across one of the many landscapes of swamp outside the base. With a slight yawn and a crack of her neck she couldn't help but express the utter boredom that came with deciphering little from the newly operational tech she had purchased. It was the other drone however, as she checked it, that provided her with more fruit to it's labor. With a flick of her fingers across the small keypad she zoomed in on an anomaly.

Movement, check. Visuals, check. Calibrate distance... Distance check required. With a curse under her breath and a heaved sigh, the young agent opened up the control console on the screen for the thousandth time. If only I'd foolproofed this earlier, she chastised herself internally, calibrated the drone and then closed the console.

Leaning forward again, this time against the makeshift railing she'd granted herself during her free time, she glanced down at the room below. There were a number of people inside the fort, and those outside, but the one she was most concerned with was the Echani: Srina. One, the woman was attractive beyond words the agent could muster. Two, she was a high priority target even in war games. The agent was hardly concerned with wasting her time trying to cover for the man in charge. Metus may have given her a job, but she sure as hell wasn't about to take liberties with it. Caution was a part of the mercenary life, as an agent she intended to take that just a bit further.

Everything aside, as she leaned back once more to make herself comfortable, she was practically dying for these games to begin. The sooner they were over the better.

[member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Side: The Galactic Alliance
Allies: Galactic Alliance | Confederacy | Mandalorians | Etc.
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Location: Near the Dark Side Caverns, Dagobah
Team: Blue Team (relevant to CIS)

As [member="Daxton Bane"] had requested of her, the fog had spread from her chant, giving out a mist throughout the area. The area was foggy and damp in its own right so she didn't mind adding an extra oompf to the scenary. Katrine had never played wargames before but she was certainly digging the idea, she had to admit to that. Dressed in all black, coupled with the refitted coat which had once adorned her Father but not both suited her and served as protection above her snazzy outfit, the entirety of blackness distracted back the dark green and gray boots which were heavier than the majority of her far more stylish footwear which felt very inappropriate on a planet like Dagobah.

Even if these were the games, Katrine still packed her new shiny Disruptor Riffle which momentarily hung at her shoulder, and the pretty simply lightsaber Father had given her recently, which now hang at her belt.

Nearly created fog had made things hard to see and the motion sensors had made the area booby-trapped in a matter of speaking, with Daxton up high and ready to react. Just outside the marked territory, Katrine stood in the shadows, waiting before she reached to Daxton with the Force where she knew he was but could see or feel him. 'Let's play,' she sent the thought to him, a smirk forming on her face before she began to move carefully at the edge of the sensor area. There was something else however that was pulling her already, even when she hadn't come to far. She'd made a few more steps on the outer parameter of their game area before she felt it again, stronger this time. Something, was inviting her, though it had no melody or voice, it still felt strong, making her to keep moving through the outskirts of the game field. Katrine suffered from a curiosity condition, allowing the Force to speak to her at all times. Now, it felt stronger than it usually did, urging her to move forward.

[member="Srina Talon"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Katria Vekarr"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Dalton Kenway"]

 

[Armaud Eden]

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Side: Galactic Alliance
Tags: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Ellifain Eden"]
Enemies: None

"I've never known him to do things without intention..." He whispered, verdant gaze cast towards the sky and everything that stood beyond it. Kneeling towards a stump and a bit of dry land, he pressed his hand against the rotting wood as it collapsed beneath a meager weight. Maud had known Jacen since he could recall memories or the first moments of his life, always occasionally in the background. Gabe referred to him as a friend and ally, but Maud always took that for talk about a war that seemed as persistent as it was surreal. Since it had never come to Sullust and Sulon, it was a difficult to develop any form of meaningful understanding. But there was always something or someone to fight, his uncle had said.

Maud wondered if Jacen or his son felt the same.

Digging a partially gloved hand into the rot, he extracted a handful of vibrant orange seeds and studied them. "Spiders and snakes and strong rains..." Being the hopeful traveler that he was, Dagobah was as iconic for its history in the Jedi annals as it was interesting for him on a floral level. Placing a yarum seed in his mouth, he offered some to Trextan and Elli before pulling his hood over the brown dread locks and beginning his forward walk in no certain direction.

"Mind your step, Ellibird."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Location: Mandalorian Fleet | Dagobah Space | Hangar of MCS Sunspear
Objective: Prepare
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="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Tusk"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/JzxwPQ4sYwo

The hangar bay thrummed with the words of the Dah Werda Verda, the rythymic thump of fists on armour made goospebumps rise on her arms. Somewhere, someone used a munitions crate to add to the beat. The energy was intoxicating as Malika weaved between the bodies, pausing here and there to decorate helms with the bowl of red paint in her hands. Ducking beneath the swinging blows of the ritual dance.

Today the galaxy would remember the Mandalorian's.

Today they would remember fear.

She longed for the fight, for the taste of blood in her mouth, for the ringing cry of her enemies pain in her ears and the feel of her axe cleaving through flesh and bone. It made her giddy, told tales in the wide smile and hungry glint in her eye as she reached her brother at the centre of the chant. She set the bowl into the hands of someone close by dipping the fingers of both hands within it. Malika could see the rage burning in his eyes, and for a brief moment was reminded of Tristan.

As fast of the memory had flickered past her minds eye it had gone, drowned in the chant and the thought of the coming fight. She ran her fingers over Preliat's cheeks, red staining their wake. Today she'd stand with him and with his daughter.

Today they fought as one.

The hum of ships engines added to the din, signalling that the time was upon them. "Oya." she whispered.

 

[Ellifain Eden]

Allies: Alliance
Enemies: none

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Armaud Eden"]

A hum left the lips of the girl with the ethereal glow to her skin that never seemed to lift like the heavy mist of the swamps. Pointed-ears twitched beneath sloppy locks of dark, braided hair. She skipped past the dark-haired boy she'd just met, undisturbed by their surroundings. Mud already caked her shoes and pants over her knees where she'd knelt, searching for plants like her brother, Maud. Elli had been adopted by the Eden household just seven years ago. She'd met Jacen once but never Trextan.

The humming stopped as a song left her mouth.

"I had a bad dream. I had a bad dream.

The bugs ran. The people ran. The big spiders ran.

Run, run, run, or they'll get you.

Hurry. Hurry.

They're coming. They're coooooming.

Falling from the sky. Fall, fall, fall. Men in masks. The men in masks!"

This was all perfectly normal for Elli and just as quickly the song stopped as her attention focused back on their surroundings, hands and feet finding a tree with roots that grew from twisting and turning from the branches. Mouth munched on one of the seeds from Maud.

 

[Aver Brand]

Side: Galactic Alliance & Friends
Murderbae: [member="Loray Tares"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Equipment in bio – FD-2 makes her seem like a NFU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOnSh3QlpbQ​

Blue eyes swept across the last of her equipment, neatly laid out on the plain metallic table. The pilot called out their ETA over the comms – about five minutes, and they’d be in position.

“We could’ve retired from this ages ago, you know,” she spoke, thoughtful, as each element of her ensemble came to fit in its place. “Business is booming. Why haven’t we bought some backwater planet yet? Stopped meddling and just sold arms to all sides like good capitalists?”

chk – her blades slid home, then her guns. Not much left, now.

Force, but she was looking forward to carving a swathe through the Imperials. Nothing could beat a good, bloody fight; except perhaps a good, bloody fight and then a good, bloody frak.

 

[Loray Tares]

Division: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Accessories and Equipment: In Bio, equipment necessary to appear as NFU (FD-2http://starwarsrp.net/topic/112086-fd-2/)
Team: The Thousandhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/115631-the-thousand
Hunny: [member="Aver Brand"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUf6p5Inc08​

Fingers of pitch moved over the various instruments, all of which would invariably find themselves into a holster or gunbelt. Cutting utensils, a pistol, grenades, various ammunition, gadgets galore. Gleaming with the slick of applied oil, worn down with persistent use, he looked on and felt a calming that threatened to overtake him. He couldn’t have that, he couldn’t strafe too far from the mania. He wouldn’t.

“What would we do with all of our time?” A crimson gaze lingered over the electric stun baton, tracing the edges like it belonged to the violet blade of a far more formidable weapon. He didn’t need it, though he felt the phantom of its presence.

The gunbelt clicked around his waist, the defensive DRDS found it way onto his armor in tandem with the FA-2http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109685-fa-1/. The shoulder harness contained an imposing pistol though if he were being honest, he hoped someone would find a way to disarm him entirely. Take the fight close and inward, where the blood and gore would linger. Afterall, what was the point of cleaning armor if he couldn’t get it dirty right after?

Pulling the helmet on over his head, the locks engaged as he felt his arm buck in anticipation. CERS firing up, the sanguine visor turned towards Aver. I hope they are hungry.

The Thousand, warriors that favored his sentiment in uncanny ways. This was nothing personal but for the group that persistently harbored an insatiable bloodlust, that couldn’t have felt further from the truth.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Allies: Alliance
Enemies: None besides giant bugs
[member="Xin Boa"]

It was better to walk, right? That way the bugs would land on you le--

SMACK

Fingerless gloved hand swatted at her arm. "How do they sting you through your clothes?!" Kinsey was hot, sweaty, and getting full of bites. Irritable. Karking irritable.

"Sure Xin. Listen. If I'd have known...didn't Brak and I ever tell you we made a deal with Alliance at Mentina? Even karking saved one of their soldiers."

Brak piped in.

"Okay. Yes you did most of the heavy lifting. Let's not forget who screwed up the timing on the rathtar containment box."

Brak chuckled.

"It wasn't me! And yes I KNOW that's different from tax evasion..."
Kins finally looked up.

"I'd say it's time to ditch the cargo and hope Wesseq understands. Wait. What're we carrying anyway?"

Starburst blues fixed on Xin.

 

[Dalton Kenway]

Location: 'Red Home Base', Dagobah
Objective: War Games
Allies: Galactic Alliance | CIS | Mandalorians et al
Enemies: Galactic Empire et al
CIS Team: Red

”Bloody swamps,” Dalton muttered. ”You didn’t get this sort of bog on Corellia, or any other jewel in the galaxy that’s for sure.”

He stepped down from the external walls of their “home base” during the games, holding onto his rifle over the right shoulder as he did. Another Confederacy agent - [member="Katria Vekarr"] – was busy playing her part. Around him, the air was humid but damp at the same time, with a mossy, dank smell and the sounds of a thousand critters and creatures chirping and hooting up above and down below.

His dark green boots, part of Dalton’s Corellian Emerald attire, crunched on the ground as he took in their location. It was quiet. Too quiet. But, then, war games weren’t going to noisy were they straight away. The others assigned to the Red Team were out and about to steal the Blue Team’s flag, and Dalton was part of the team guarding their own.

”What do you think then. Are they going to spring a surprise assault or cry forth the sound of war and charge at us. All for a little flag, too.”

He called over to the female, before glancing up at the red flag lying dormant at the top of their base; no winds to even make it attempt to fly proudly.

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Dagobah Space
Allies: Mando’ade | GA | [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Tal Vizsla"]
Enemies: Whomever Daddy or Ra points at.

Yasha Mantis had beskar’gam, witches.

Beside [member="Preliat Mantis"], the twelve year old was clad in her ‘gold’ and black gam, a red cloak fixed over her shoulders. She knew the rules, this Hell Child. This Lost One. This Little Wolf. Beneath the gam her fingers buzzed, transfixed like the rest of her in her father’s beginning of the Dha Werda Verda. Yasha’s fists followed her father’s example, jaw locked tight while the others chanted.

She didn’t know all the words, but she could beat her chest plate. She could clap.

[member="Ra Vizsla"] commissioned his Ward her armour, and Preliat allowed it. Might as well, the girl kept fighting, she might as well be safe. No more slugthrower holes for Eli and Aditya Mantis’ little Rekr. Little Wolf. [member="Malika Mantis"] walked through putting red stuff on the warriors’ faces. It smelled odd, clinical in comparison to the way of Yasha’s early life in the Netherworld. Auntie Malika stopped at Preliat, as all did.

As all would.

It was the fixed point in her stars, a tertiary star system with Preliat and Ra in the centre, everything in the child’s experience winding ad infinitum around the two men. Her father and her Mand’alor. Today she would prove to both of them what they already knew. The girl could fight. The girl could wage war as Mando’ad.

Yasha stood beside Preliat Mantis. She stared up at Auntie Malika as she pushed the red adornment on her niece’s face and grinned. They were riding into battle together.

Dagobah. So that’s where it begins.

The daughter of the Wolf howled, in a timbre which spoke of the Netherworld, as if a perfect moment of mourning and excitement for battle called them all to send others to what used to be Yasha’s home.

 

[Aya Clarke]

Location: Dagobah Surface; Blue Team Base
Allies: Galactic Alliance, CIS, etc.
Enemies: Red Team (war game scenario), GE

Of course it was a swamp. Why wouldn't it be a swamp? Aya sighed and adjusted her metal pauldrons of her knightly armor, listening quietly to the swamps around her base as she continued to play the guardian for the team's flag. [member="Daxton Bane"] and the others had gone on ahead to take the flag for themselves, leaving the General behind with a few others to watch over their team's flag. The blue fabric was still, without any wind to make it a symbol of power, but it still stuck out against the drab colors of the scenery well enough to be seen, not unlike how Aya's durasteel armor shined with mud only coating her legs leaving her chest to almost sparkle in what light there was.

She sighed and drew her similarly shining sword, running her metal covered hand over the durasteel blade as she waited calmly. She was rather certain that Red team would be striking soon, unaware of [member="Shoma Ike"] and company making their way closer. No, she was certain they would be striking because that was the wise strategy, the caverns would be the obvious conflict hotspot after all. Strike from around it, and take the flag from the defending force, however she had, somewhat, planned for such a thing. Boxes that had been brought along had been arranged around the base to provide a vague sense of cover for defenders, and the handful of troops around were staying behind them.

Except for her, of course. She stood at the front, running fingers along a length of metal weaponry almost useless in the galaxy, her cape resting calmly and proudly, emblazoned with the CIS insignia. Like she was challenging the others to come to her. If only she knew the reality of the situation.

 

[Rapax]

Side: The Galactic Alliance
Allies: Galactic Alliance | Confederacy | Mandalorians | Etc.
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Location: Near the Dark Side Caverns, Dagobah
Team: Blue Team (relevant to CIS)

Even though it was a world being fought over at this moment Dagobah still had that eerie natural feel to it that he found soothing, Maybe it was because he enjoyed being around such environments more then others but for now he had a job to do and that was to get the other teams flag, He prowled around the perimeter of his teams territory in his Beskar forged armor, A gift that he was given for his role with Muad and Sol on Mandalore during there civil dispute. He felt a tug at him as if something was calling for him he could only suspect one of the few places here that could emit such a pull, Despite the wargames being in play such a place couldn't be ignored, He started slowly making his way towards it keeping his wits about him as he journeyed. He might catch hell for this but this was a rare opportunity to explore and he chose to take that chance, All he had was his armor and his two lightsabers and his staff that was recently built for him as well as a verpine shatter pistol holstered on the side as he quietly but quickly made his way through the brush and fauna to the source of the tug.

[member="Srina Talon"] | | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Dalton Kenway"] |[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]

 

[Sol Stazi]

Location: Red Team Base
Objective: Sunfell's Will
Allies: Galactic Alliance/Red Team, [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Kip Hollaran"]
Enemies: Blue Team, Galactic Empire (eventually)

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Swamps of Dagobah
6 Klicks From Red Team Base

"Why the hell did it have to be a swamp world?" Flaps groaned alongside him, as the Sullustan private was forced to use both hands to yank his foot out of muck and mire.

"Why do you think, private?" Lieutenant Sol Stazi of the Alliance Sixty-First Mobile Infantry answered impatiently, in truth for someone who had been raised in controlled artificial environments such as a Duro native, the oppressive climate of Dagobah impacted him far worse than even the squad's humans.

"Because High Command hates us, sir."

"High Command does not hate Twilight Company, Flaps," Sol shook his head, chuckling a little despite himself at the private's irascible answer, "They just hate you."

"Yes, sir!" a chorus of quiet laughter momentarily filled the squad's battle comms while the enlisted man trudging beside him beamed at the thought.

Captain [member="Lyra Sunfell"] had ordered increased patrols, which meant that while normally Lieutenant Stazi's platoon sent two squads out and kept two back at Red Base, now all except for Third Squad were currently scrambling through various levels of impassable Dagobah swampland. So far, they had seen little to no sign of Blue Team, and this far removed from chain of command neither Sol nor his men had the faintest inkling that actual hostiles had already landed on the surface.

A warning flashed across the augmented reality screen of his helmet's heads up display, sent from the trooper currently on point and urging them to take cover. It had been some time since Twilight's last planetside op, which meant the Lieutenant was still adjusting to the increased freedom of movement their light armor provided. From his position wedged in between some underbrush and the base of a massive rotting tree, Sol could hear faint engine sounds above and in the distance that had spooked their scout.

"Its one of ours," Stazi called out over battlecomms, and one by one First Squad slowly re-materialized out of the wilderness all around him.

Each of them glanced up to watch as the LAAT/D carrying [member="Kip Hollaran"] screamed by overhead, just barely visible through fog and a bog-like canopy. The gunships were a recent acquisition from their newfound partners in the Confederacy, but Sol had been raised in a military family, and from the holocinema the duros had devoured as a youth he knew what a Rothana gunship sounded like. Like the rest of his men no doubt, Sol found himself wishing for the luxury of a cramped transport's troop bay right about now.

"Dusk One to Dusk Actual," the Lieutenant opened a channel to Captain Sunfell back at Red Base, "No sign of the enemy, how copy?"

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Dagobah
Objective: Stop and smell the flowers
Enemies: GE, [member="Koda Fett"]
Allies: GA and allies

She walked the fabled marshes of Dagobah on her own and alone. A saying fit her time here and she stopped to smell the flowers. Nasty things they were too, but it was new to her. The life around her was amazing and through the Force it sent her sight to the limits of what she had known before. There was an aura here of latent power waiting to be tapped into.

A shiver went through her and Jairdain knew something was going to happen very soon. What it was, she didn't know. Within moments though, the sound of a falling and failing ship reached her ears. The sole occupant was familiar to her. Even if he couldn't use the Force, she would know him anywhere. This man had held her captive twice now and questioned her once. Why he had let her go the second time, she didn't know. Maybe an answer would be provided today.

Of all the people in the galaxy to meet on this world, she had never expected Koda to be here. Letting out a sigh, she headed in the direction of where his ship was going to crash. If nothing else, she would see if he was hurt and how she could help him if he was. The bit of darkness within her told her to let him face his fate alone. Let him suffer, burn and maybe die. However, he hadn't allowed that to happen to her in the past when he could have easily done worse to her.

He got lucky in his crash and not crushed or burned in an explosion. However, he was trapped in his ship that was quickly being consumed by the swamp. Jairdain now faced a choice. Should she let him sink, cut him out or stop his ship from being swallowed by the marsh and give him the opportunity to get himself out. Hardly a moment of thought and she was on the rear of his ship, the part not yet under the murky water.

Taking out her new lightsaber, the magenta blade ignited and she deftly started cutting through the hull of his ship. If he was in a condition to react, she would be there waiting to welcome him as he climbed out. Not expecting him to attempt to capture her again...yet, she waited for him to emerge from his ship. However, she wasn't stupid, merely blind and Jairdain was on her guard. If Koda proved not able to come out on his own, then she would attempt to help him.

 

[Artemis Lux]

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D A G O B A H​

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LOCATION: Dagobah Space
OBJECTIVE: Glory
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance | Mandalorian Empire
ENEMIES: Galactic Empire, et al.
GEAR: Gilded Beskar’gam | Engraved Beskad | Standard Blaster​

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This wasn’t about friendship.

This was about money and blood.

Artemis Lux harbored as little affection for the Galactic Alliance as she did for the Galactic Empire and its constituents. It wasn’t that she was a capricious woman – it was precisely the opposite. Her loyalties had deep roots, and all of them extended back to Mandalore. The Lioness, as devoted and fierce as her moniker advised, would fight for whomever’s cause aligned with that of her people. Today, their interests aligned with the Galactic Alliance.

After all, what were Mandalorians if not brazen opportunists? – heathens, berserkers, the vicious wild cards of an intergalactic war game that threatened to devour the known world? The mere mention of war was like pouring chum in the ocean and waiting for them to swarm to the surface. Artemis, though perhaps a more nuanced and civilized woman, was no exception. She was as true a mando’dala as any. The drums of chaos resounded within her fighter’s heart and commanded her onward to Dagobah.

The Lioness arrived in due course with the Mandalorian Imperial Fleet. The atmosphere onboard was intoxicating.

Oya'cye!
Kyr'am!
Mare'cye!
Darasuum!
Oya! Oya!

Life!
Death!
Revelation!
Eternity!
Let's live! Let's hunt!

The hangar bay had come alive with a thousand battle cries. Warriors roared, leapt, chanted, howled, and beat mighty fists upon the iron breastplates of their beskar’gam. In the midst of it all stood Artemis, the image of exultant warrior queen.

“They’re ready.”

Emerald eyes cut sharply to [member="Kad Tor"] at her side.

“Are you?”

Artemis held his gaze, a dangerous smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, just before she stepped forward to meet [member="Malika Mantis"] with her red war paint. “Oya,” She greeted the other woman, twisting the obsidian glory of her hair away from her face and lifting the proud curve of her chin to receive the anointment: crimson stripes smeared across her cheeks as red as blood. Artemis knew their enemies’ blood wouldn’t dry so easily.

The time for hell was growing close. Transports would descend upon the shipyards at any moment. All that remained was the Sole Ruler's signal. Artemis pushed her gleaming gold helmet down over her head and ghosted a hand down to the flare of her hip, feeling the hilt of her cruel beskad on one side, and the outline of her blaster on the other.

[“Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur.”]

The cultured accent of her voice curled unforgivingly around the Mando’a proverb.

[“Today is a good day for someone else to die.”]

[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Briika Tor-Munin"] | [member="Kal Ordo"]​

 

[Kad Tor]

D A G O B A H​

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LOCATION: Dagobah Space
OBJECTIVE: Glory
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance | Mandalorian Empire | [member="Artemis Lux"]
ENEMIES: Galactic Empire, et al.​

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Kad stood as the rally of their people produced the whoops and cries of those ready to fight. The civil war had ended and now the people found themsleves in the midst of another war. This was not their war, but it was for the glory of Mandalore. The Undying had called them to the battle which was looming on Dagobah. Enemies would be made today, of that Kad was certain. They vode would fight with whoever they deemed, and today that meant the Galactic Alliance. They didn't deserve their help, but this was not about helping them, this was about serving the interestes of Mand'alor himself.

Battle cries echoed off the walls of the hangar as [member="Malika Mantis"] weaved her way through the crowd and randomly painting the armor of the warriors who gathered. A smile pulled as Artemis was chosen. They were fighting together this day. There was no need for her to remain on Dxun for the sake of their people. There was no one to protect. Kad and Artemis would fight side by side, and the Galactic Empire would know the fear they inspired. The Hammer of Enceri and the Lioness of Dxun would compose another ballad to be sung for generations to come.

"I am ready."

Kad's gaze lingered on Artemis for a moment as he could not avoid finding her vibrant emerald eyes. They had been the thing he noticed first when they had met, the one thing that always drew him in. This was all they would share as Artemis was not prepared for any public knowledge of their intimate relationship. It was not right for a man to kiss his woman in a moment like this anyway. Perhaps when the killing was over, and they returned alive and victorious, Kad would steal her forehead.

His lips remained silent until Malika passed them.

"I shall make no promise to you today, Artemis Lux, and do not make any to me."

With that, Kad fit his helmet to his head and turned to face those of the Tal'Rekr who had joined them. With Strider absent, Kad looked to keep them alive and well for his return. They were not the same without the Hound of Keldabe, but he had trained them, and today they would prove they were worthy of his calling. The Blood Wolves would be victorious today.

[ "Load up. The dropships will descend soon. Today we fight for the glory of Mandalore. If you must die, then die well." ]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAgnJDJN4VA

Location: Some Swamp, somewhere
Team: Blue
Allies: The Alliance, and other lightsiders
Enemies: Dark siders, auto rust, fertilized eggs, swamp bugs
Equipment: Starhawk Armor, lightsaber, the Force (but the good side, not the bad side), BlastTech rifle, Power 9 Blaster links

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/57327-power-9-blaster-pistol/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/70049-starhawk-armor/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/73316-starchasers-lightsaber/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/63087-vanguard-class-armor/
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How long had it been since Coren had suited up for anything beyond 1) going to the bar, 2) performing blind jumps across space he wasn’t wholly familiar with, or 3) being a Judge in the Outer Rim Coalition. But here he was, on a team playing… capture the flag? Yeah, he could roll with it, but for how long? It didn’t matter. What mattered right now was showing the Red team just what a real Force user and true Alliance Patriot could do. The man had been called many thing, anti-Sith, a zealot, firebrand, and too passionate, but one thing he never was, was against the Alliance.

He was there when the Triumvirate formed itself and set forth the goals of the Alliance, he had gone toe to toe with arguments with all three of them from one time to another, but he was here. And he was going to do what he could to re-integrate himself but he also needed to help train.

Still, teamed up with some of the CIS? He wasn’t quite sure how that was going to go. Shaking his head, he checked his weaponry before getting ready to move. He had a kid with him, that was weird, but also a few other soldiers, ones training with sniper and long range rifles. Had a team of 4 with him and the kid. Coren was fine with the soldiers, they were put up in the Vanguard armor and using the line BlasTech rifles and sniper rifles.

“So, keep an eye on the CIS, but don’t look like you’re keeping an eye on them. We don’t know half of ‘em, so…” He shrugged, this was on a discussion just with his team. “But we need to get the flag.” Winning was really he thing he was here to do.

He shook his head and reached out to the Force. “Alright, Alliance folks, lets get a move on. Show the Confeds what we can do.” No reason to not have a friendly competition. “My men can get them at range, if you draw them out, Feds.” He would learn their names later.

For now it was time to dig through the ditches, maybe burn through some witches.



[member="Shoma Ike"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Rapax"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Mandalorian War Vessel
Allies: The Mandalorian Empire ([member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Briika Tor-Munin"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Kad Tor"], [member="Artemis Lux"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Malika Mantis"], [member="Kal Ordo"], [member="Tusk"], [member="Tal Vizsla"], [member="Jor Kvall"])
Enemies: The Galactic Empire
Objective: War

As one of Mand'alor the Undying's trusted general, warlord, and brother it was Vilaz's duty and responsibility to make sure that every warrior in his clan and others that followed him into battle were well trained and hardened to do one thing with excellence.

War.​

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He gave them all training exercises and regimens that were unforgiving, cursed, and painful. Many of the warriors that served him had cursed him, said malice words, spoke ill things about the Munin and other things that didn't bothered Vilaz. This was a new age for the Mandalorian Culture, and they had evolved. Since the burning of Mandalore at the hands of Mia Monroe and Ijaat Mereel, the sons and daughters of Mandalore were crafted and built into something much more stronger than the beskar in the veins of mother Mandalore; and the Wolf of War made sure to hone that spirit in each and every one of them.

The Concordian, in his lifetime, had seen how the evil of Arasuum seeped deep into the hearts, blood, spirit, and soul of the Mandalorians and made them weak and apathetic. They devolved and deformed into something that was full of damnation. They accepted democracy that once made the mantle of Mand'alor powerless and useless to the point it was just a figurehead. They needed a reason to wage war with others.

They just declined and fell into a deep hole that was thought they could never escape from.​

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Until now. Until this period of time.​

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And Manda damn them all if they didn't seize this moment and opportunity.​

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The Akaan walked with the Sole Ruler throughout the halls and corridors of the vessel they were on, Vilaz walking side by side with Ra. Despite their positions amongst their people, they were equals. Every Mandalorian was as equal as to the one on their right, left, front, and behind. Yet Vilaz did not speak. He did not need to tell Ra that their warriors were ready for war. They knew that well enough. They were ready to fight; bleed; kill; and die.

All in the name of Mandalore.​

 

[Athan Kain]

Imperial fleet holding zone​

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Location: Imperial fleet​

Allies: The Galactic Empire​

Enemies: The Galactic Alliance l Mandalorian Empire​

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Steel,

It was so simple in its construction yet holds together everything required for modern prosperity. Steel was needed for ships, tanks, tools, and weapons. Athan had always known these qualities and would never forget their importance. Yet steel was also integral to life. It requires a personality of steel to progress in this galaxy where people kill and betray to writhe their way to the top of intergalactic power. So many believe that they are forged of it yet none of them truly understand its power. The Mandalorian's place faith in their metal to keep them from death, yet it will not save them when his walkers tread on their mangled corpses. The alliance may believe their democracy holds a heart of steel, yet they are sorrowfully wrong. They will bend to the true wielders of such power. They will know the strength and weight of true steel as it crushes their skulls. Yes... he would show them. He would show them a man made of true steel.



Captain Athan Kain of the imperial armored corps looked out over the vast hanger bay that held the machines to which he had trusted his career in. Their bodies even at storage size loomed over the swirls of crewmen making their way around for inspections. The weapons themselves must have equaled to a size no shorter than three men. A wry smile crept across his clean-shaven, cold face. His steely eyes running over the pinnacle of glorious imperial engineering as the clear imperial accent crossed the viewing area to his ears.

"Sir all of the AT-AT walkers have been readied and the ground troops are just conducting their last equipment checks now."

His own reply held a warm yet deep tone. It's content, a set of instructions to the young officer who had brought the news.

"Thank you, ensign. That must make us ahead of schedule your department must have done rather well. In that case, I must ask you to bring me all the crewman within Rapier company and have them assembled alongside the walker deployment bays. That will be all."

His comment was met with a forced smile before the officer bowed his head in respect and went hurrying off into one of the varying corridors aboard the Acclamator class Assault ship.



Kain made his own way over the assembly point though with a Detour. The new walkers that had come with company command were unlike any he had seen before, clearly, the design was similar but across the towering legs were sets of razor-sharp blades and feet larger than that of this standard issue. The high command must be spoiling him, sadly apart from a new black and rather intimidating paint scheme the walker was more or less the same as what was used before.


Rounding the final weapon he came to the gathering that stood in formation awaiting his presence. Any chatter or whispering had cut out to his presence. A film of silence clung to the air only to broken by the rumbling of his projected voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you are all very well aware of what we are heading into here. According to early sensor scans from the Admiral we are likely to be vastly outnumbered up here in space and down on the surface. It has also come to my attention that the weak and corrupted alliance has gone crawling to their many allies to save them as they know standing toe to toe with the Empire will leave them burning and crushed. So I will not lie to you. I will not chant a war cry to blindly lead you to your death. I will merely state truths and here they come. You men are the best of the best, I was given the opportunity to handpick every single one of you to serve with and fight alongside me. Therefore I can guarantee our feet of steel will crush those of our enemies. Our walkers will impose a fear into their hearts and our cannons will light up this outback swampland with red. So I wish you all courage in the battle to come. Long live the Empire!"

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[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Lower Atmosphere, Dagobah
Objective: Allied Operational Oversight
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Galactic Empire, [member="Anya Malvern"] (engaging eventually)
Equipment: In Signature

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Command Deck, Alliance Mobile Air Command
Area of Operations, Dagobah
Galactic Federation of Free Alliances

"So much for happy reunions," Captain Mazik Stazi grunted, surveying the turbulent bridge of the repulsor-carrier that was his present command.

"Either something is wrong," Zark agreed, "Or one of these teams just pulled off the greatest distraction in war game history."

Stazi chuckled despite the circumstances, for neither of them really believed they were so fortunate. Defense Fleet and allied ships in orbit were suddenly reporting wide scale disruption in their long range scans, and the arrival of a sizable force bearing Mandalorian Imperial transponders had thrown everything into complete disarray. For their own part, Air Command was not taking part in either side of the military exercises planetside, but rather served as a surface hub for allied commanders as well as a refuel and resupply point for transports and fighters on either side, the airspace around its surface landing pad considered a no-engagement zone.

Now, all of their resources were dedicated to figuring on just what was going on in orbit above them and the system beyond, but with sensors that could barely reach geosynchronous orbit there was little they could do save listen in to Alliance battlecomms. The vice admiral resisted his compulsion to take charge of the situation around him, it was true he outranked his old friend and former executive officer, but Zark had taken a transport to Dagobah to witness these military exercises as an observer, and even though it was becoming increasingly clear the simulation was over, this was still Mazik's bird.

"Scramble a squadron of interceptors," the Captain barked, his resolve emboldened by the subtle nod Zark gave at his command, "I want pilots in orbit relaying data back here on the double. Status reports on key personnel as soon as you can get them to me."

"Can anyone get hold of General Teth?" Zark added calmly, the expression in his eyes seeming to suggest he was not quite present mentally. [member="Aryn Teth"] was one of the few Alliance officers currently on Dagobah of more or less equivalent rank to his own.

Mazik repeated his question much more loudly as another order, but the Jedi Master next to him was already somewhere else. The bridge of the repulsor-carrier fell away around him as if it had been nothing but a backdrop, and his mind cast itself out as far as his innate connection to the Force and years of training would allow. A cold familiar feeling reached out to meet him, the faint sense of inexplicable unease and even dread that signified a disturbance. He had gained no specific insights as to the nature of the crisis, but the sensation was enough to confirm in his mind that this was definitely no false alarm.

"Something's coming."