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

[Drakar]

High Inquisitor Drakar​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Armored Robes​

Location: Dagobah Swamps​

Status: Feeling the power of the Force​

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"A worthy adversary reveals himself."​

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Drakar faced the Bothan general, who had looked up at the high inquisitor in confusion at the statement. "General, you are in command of the army for the time being. I have faith in your capabilities to deal with the Jedi." He asserted, not waiting for his subordinate to acknowledge before striding out of the juggernaut's cockpit. The inquisitor considered his next move while pacing inside a miscellaneous cabin, only stopping to peek out of one of the firing slits as a turbo tank near them exploded from the inside, obliterating the hundreds of swamptroopers inside. ([member=Aver Brand])

As much as he enjoyed the darkness that swelled inside him from witnessing a mass murder, it would hurt their tactical chances somewhat. He didn't waste any more time with his thoughts, instead, he tore open the Force to create a rift that he stepped through, appearing in the swamp hundreds of meters away. The Jedi Master, the beacon of light that he sensed, had to be nearby, lest it was all a trap to take him away from his forces.

"You accepted my challenge, [member=Tiland Kortun]. But do you have the will to survive it?" He bellowed, having received this man's name from the latter allowing him to 'connect'. A crimson blade sprung from the hilt of Drakar's lightsaber, the device suddenly having flown into his hand by the power of the Force.

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The general was left disgruntled by the inquisitor's sudden departure, but he still had the responsibility to carry out his orders. "Deploy the battlegroup, I want seventy percent of our forces in that swamp now, divert several platoons to hunt down the one that destroyed our turbo tank, send walkers and tanks if you have to." He commanded, directing his words to the communications officer also present in the cockpit.

Outside, the turbo tanks would stop, their boarding ramps lowering and allowing waves of Imperial swamptroopers to fan out into the swamps of Dagobah. Overall, the Empire had deployed around thirty turbo tanks, and with their complements drained somewhat as they disembarked, they now had over six thousand troopers ready for battle on the ground, along with many more walkers and repulsorlift tanks.

The general was somewhat proud of the uniformity of the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps, watching the swamptroopers rush forward and engage the Alliance soldiers that were attempting to scout them out before they reached the enemy's operating base. "Lieutenant," The general began, turning to the communications officer again, "Summon Rancor Group to commence an attack on any visible Alliance assets."

"Yes, sir."

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Drakar"]
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So, the bait had been taken. The Dark surged through the swamp, exploding in a power greater than he had anticipated. That was a skill that he never seen before. A voice echoed through the swamp, followed by the characteristic hiss of a lightsaber. Tiland stood still and draped his robes around him, as the mist thickened. He could sense the stormtroopers now as they fanned out into the swamp. Thousands of them. So too did he see the deaths of many in this fight. He let out a deep sigh and crushed some tea leaves in his hand. They were mint and the heady scent wafted into the swamp, hardly more than a slight strain amid the usual fetid smell.

He was not here to defeat the man in open battle. No, he had to buy the Alliance time to muster their defenses. Lead a counter-attack, and if he had managed to separate their leaders from the majority of the forces, then it was well worth it. More importantly, the massed forces had also come to a stop, by some unseen assailant. Their assault had been blunted and their forces deployed in the swamps. That was the Alliance's preferred ground. He remembered the raid on Coruscant that had destroyed the One Sith temple. He had fought at its gate, holding a Sith away from the wounded.

Then the Alliance had withdrawn, their symbolic victory achieved. That was the way of the Alliance and it was the way of Tiland. He would lead this Sith on a merry hunt through the swamps.

He let the Force fill the air around him and created the sensations of shapes moving just behind to skirt through the mists around where he had his opponent's voice.

The will is nothing but the Force. He sent the message echoing through the Force., seeming to rebound from tree to tree and even from beneath the ground itself. And I am one with the Force.

 

[Kip Hollaran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBecM3CQVD8​

Location: Airborne
Allies: GA | [member="Prime"], [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Wellen Jones"] (PFC life)
Enemies: GE | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Vrapir Detta "]if either are nearby

"Dusk Actual, this is Amber Four, have visual contact on Imp forces. Looks like a mix of armor and infantry. Dumb schuttas brought walkers to a swamp. Going weapons free." Responded the pilot, before relaying the message to the gun crew. As the LAAT/D soared over the Imperial forces, the simple advantage provided by their vantage point let them pick out their targets well enough, even with the cover of the swamp walkers stuck out like sore thumbs.

TIEs and X-Wings were no good down here, but the gunships did just fine. "Remember boys, if it moves, it's an Imp! If it stands still, it's a well trained Imp!" T'rago bellowed.

A knot was forming in Kip's stomach as he turned the dual DLT-29's and let his fingers slide onto the triggers. There wasn't much to think, or much to say, the gunships primary cannons roared to life, and missiles spat forth, zooming towards the neck of an unfortunate walker. To the credit of the Imps on the ground, not many of them moved. They turned and attempted to return fire even, but it didn't save them.

Kip squeezed the triggers and his weapon roared to life. In an instant he saw his barrage strafe through a small fireteam of stormtroopers, and to his surprise he felt nothing. Even as the bodies flew and fire spewed upwards as 'Zeltros Bound' made her strafing run, even as the pulled up and away in order to reposition for another pass, Kip felt nothing aside from the need to keep his eyes peeled for SAMs. All the training, all the simulations, this was no different, the men and women on the recieving end of his weapon were just targets on a screen. It didn't even feel real, he couldn't let it feel real.

They were just targets on a screen, targets on a screen.

 

[Arahael]

<:Location: Dagobah, planetside:>
<:Allies: Galactic Empire:>
<:Enemies: Galactic Alliance, CIS, Mandalorian Empire:>

Max peered out from the Juggernaut as reports of contact rang out across the comm channels. With the fight on the ground truly underway, the vehicle slowed down to an approaching speed. In optimal conditions, he would push it to 160km/h, but the swamp proved slightly more difficult terrain. The sheer size of the wheels spinning below gave some sort of assurance to him. "They must be the height of six men", he thought to himself.

"Mark your targets! Juggernaut missile support will follow. Use those turbolasers." Blips started appearing across Max's tactical map as the Juggernaut's missile systems were enabled. "Fire at will."
Utilising the range of the weaponry on board the vehicle, missiles began firing upon a trajectory towards the targets that were marked by forward forces. He hoped it would scare them enough to get time for more forces to reach the surface.

"Lord [member="Drakar"], full contact has begun."

Having not heard much of the battle above, Max briefly observed the status of the fleet. He wasn't sure about a Third Galactic War, but it was surely up there.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Dagobah
Objective: Get Koda a ship
Enemies: GE
Allies: GA and allies
Uneasy alliance: [member="Koda Fett"]​

Jairdain was a rather new face within the Alliance, but the few that did know her merely glanced in their direction and went about whatever they had been doing. Patrols she didn't know marched past them, eyes forward. Simply seeing an Alliance person with a prisoner under control. None questioned them, but a few brief whispers went through the non military people there.

She walked with confidence and kept a firm hold on Koda's arm. He in his turn walked where she guided him and remained silent. His churning emotions were clear as day would be to him. The physical contact assisted in this. Neither one of them took pleasure in this. What she didn't fully comprehend was how much he was trusting her. Even the contact didn't clear that for her.

Just the knowing it was there actually pleased the blind woman. And it was not in her intention to betray that trust. A relationship of respect and now trust had formed between the two of them.

Once they were out of any direct line of sight of any other Alliance personnel, she actually led him to outside of the inner fence line. They were still within the compound and hidden among land vehicles that weren't of any use in the swamps of Dagobah. Letting go of his arm, she continued on in the direction she had been leading him before.

"My former ship is the one I flew here and is an old X-wing. Since I'm new to the Alliance, it's actually one of the closest ones to us. We're not there yet though."

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Dagobah, Sluis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: Himself​

Adversaries: Everyone​

Interacting With: [member="Jairdain"]​

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"I don't care for the story." Fett explained with annoyance, a bitter tone of voice. Bringing his hands out from behind his back and allowing them to hang down by his sides, swaying with each step. Despite the fact that he couldn't necessarily see anything due to the intensive fog, his head continued to pivot on his shoulders in an attempt to see anything. He was confident that this plan would work, but Fett was suspicious by nature.

"How far now?" He asked with the same bitter tone. They ought to get there soon, the more time spent travelling the more suspicious he grew, and the carbine on his shoulder was begging to be used more and more each time an Alliance member was passed, shooting him a look of concern.

 

[Ellifain Eden]

Allies: GA
Enemies:GE
Location: Swamps

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

First Order. Those words meant nothing. She'd been a scrappy wanderer before finding her way to Sullon and finding a home with the Edens. But she'd never been much for keeping up with local political details of current war. Might've helped her to sort out the dreams and visions she'd been plagued with since she could remember.

But all was neither here nor there for the impish girl.

Sliding down from the tree, she plucked another seed from her brother's hand and munched on it, following the dark-haired boy. Bending down, fingers plucked up a multi-color lily, swirling with blues and greens and little flecks of gold. Skipping up to Trextan, she held it out to him. "Here. Like the eyes of that girl I saw you with."

Elli, vague as always, offered an impish smile and skipped on ahead through the swampy muck before catching any sort of reaction on the Justicar's face. "Dunno if we'll make it back to--," a large boom sounded off to her right as the trees bent and gave way beneath several enemy drop ships. Their cracking branches and snapping vines sounded like gunshots as the chirping and boisterous life around them suddenly silenced. A flock of flapping, panicked wings filled the air as birds took to the misty skies filled with red enemy fire.

 

[Candez Stoon]

Objective: Assist @Cedric Grayson
Location: Force caves beneath Dagobah
Allies: @Mirax Eygan, @Coren Starchaser @Norin Terrekhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15385-norin-terrek/
Enemies: @Desmond C'artyom

Candez knew that as soon as Cedric said that they would be heading into the caves, that things were gonna be fun. In the sense of possibly shooting things in an otherwise dangerous area. But, the gesture of reassurance calmed his nerves. Even if it was by just a little. "Well, might as well put this boy to use" he said, spinning his pistol in hand. He liked to show off his skills, no matter what occasion. "Lead the way. I'll hit them from afar, if it comes to it. I also have these, if you want me somewhere high" he added, tapping one of this jet-boots. They could get him to high vantage points, if needed. Then, he could use his rifle with precision...as long as it didn't short circuit or something while in his hands.

He gave the same salute he gave to Norin upon the introduction of Mirax. "Candez Stoon, if you didn't know" he said to Mirax. Then, once Cedric began to move into the caves, Candez followed, albeit rather hesitantly.

 

[Jairdain]

Location; Dagobah
Objective: Assist Koda
Enemies: GE
Allies: GA and allies
Uneasy ally: [member="Koda Fett"]
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"I'm not telling you because I think you care. The reason to let you know what kind of ship you're getting."

While Koda spoke with some annoyance, hers remained calm. It may have been a little stressed or tense, but that was due to the tricky situation. Patrols kept passing them, requiring them to halt in their movement. They were certainly not in the correct area where prisoners were being held. If Jairdain wasn't caught, it would almost surprise her. However, Koda had not actually done anything to harm the Alliance, herself or anybody else since he crashed.

Using that as her logic, she looked out through the Force in front of them. The fog blocked him from being able to see clearly even with his many gadgets, it didn't prevent her at all. Thankful for the edge it gave, her, she hold a hand out behind her for him to take if he wanted. She would lead him along the clearest path she saw in front of them and also keep them out of sight.

Even if he didn't take the offered hand for guidance, the path was a little twisty as they needed to avoid the random root coming through the fence and butt or front ends of the useless vehicles they hit behind. In the amount of time it took for her to catch up to him originally, she stopped before a few star ships that were there waiting. Letting out a sigh, Jairdain turned to look in Koda's direction.

"Second from the left is my old ship. Go on, before I change my mind and actually take you prisoner."

As if she would change her mind at this point.

"I'm still going to get my saber back from you. When the time is right, we will meet again."

Now as if saying goodbye to a friend, Jairdain would attempt to tap his upper arm and rest her hand there for a moment. Only if he allowed it though. Of all the people in the galaxy, she that knew him as well as he did himself, she hoped he would allow this farewell.

​"May the Force be with you, Koda Fett."

 

[Mirax Eygan]

Objective: Ignorance
Allies: Grayson Cedric
Enemies: Bogan

Mirax was ignored and she would remain...incognito.

As time would pass, things would take place - and Mirax would have to respond or not - either way, she would certainly take heed of her own wisdom. As time flew by, it became clearer and clearer to her that she would not learn all she needed to learn, here. In fact, she could very well lose her life in the service of a man who could barely offer a blink of an eye in her direction.

There was so much more to the Force - and to life - than this? Then again, apparently not. Mirax moved on just as she was told, learning no more or less about her existence than what she already knew. Life was now - as it was then - disappointing. A part of her yearned to return to the existence she once knew, where at least then she could make a difference against those who refused to die - and those who wanted to live.

Right now, she was simply stuck. Having placed her trust in someone that would have helped her become all she wanted to be, versus the actuality of it. Because right now, Mirax was in the midst of a war. She did not choose it nor did she want to fight it, but there she was. And then, there was a pledge she had made, which the Lorrdian hated to go back on - a pledge that had nothing to do with what she really hoped would take place.

There was nothing left to do, but to simply play the peon in the skirmish that was about to take place.

She would let history make its own judgement.

 

[Lysandra]

Location: Force Caves, not far from Cedric and co.
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"](?)
Enemies: Strangers.
Objective: Be a Wild Card

A lady never puts herself into an uncompromising position, lest she be stripped of her dignity

Another gnarled stone tore at Lysandra's coat, the crisp tearing sound splitting the air within the narrow passageway and sending rivulets of wind gushing past an exposed shoulder. The gut of the caverns pressed either side of the waif, forcing her upwards and outwards like a clot caught in the throat of a great worm. She could feel it undulate and bubble, the Voiceless Talker throbbing like an organ as its sanctuary was encroached upon. Her mind was abuzz with its mad chorus, the flock of fluttering voices compelling the wildly unkempt creature to purge the cavern of the unseen parasites.

Always remember to wear your shoes darling, it is unbecoming if you forget such a thing. You are no street stained wench.

Bare feet pitter-pattered in deft leaps and bounds across untouched puddles and glowing algae, Lysandra's pale silhouette darting through the darkness like a moonlit wraith. She felt nothing, all had become numb except for the primal urge to heed the voice that commanded the storm in her mind. Should a broken rock puncture her feet it would've felt like nothing more than silk against her soles.

The sour fragrance of wet earth and fungi gripped the girl's senses in a cloying shroud, her cerulean eyes watering and her freckled nose wrinkling as the push of the air raked itself against her body. She could hear the faint echo of voices, feel the rocks tremble from the howling of metal beasts and taste the ash from fire that ravaged the untouched green. The murmur of the Voiceless Talker shuddered at the noise, as did the ragged waif that protected it. It was a maddening cacophony of sound, so terrible that it sent itchy embers underneath the alabaster woman's skin.

Be mindful of your vocabulary, a proper lady always speaks with tact and patience.

"Get out! Get out! GET OUT!" The words tore through Lysandra's mouth with such terrible force she could feel each syllable carve a new burn into her throat. Still, she sucked in another dry breath before the taste of copper could stop the next manic warning. "This place is not your own! Flee back to your homes! There is no throne!" She screamed, feeling something unseen begin to split and shatter in the labyrinth of her mind.

It almost felt familiar, like the touch of an old friend or the scent of a favorite flower.

But no friends or flowers existed here. It was not a place for lovely things.

 

[Malok]

T E A M​

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Location: Dagobah, Surface
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Red Team: [member="Kip Hollaran"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"], [member="Katria Vekarr"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Prime"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Mirvak"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Aya Clarke"]
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Aya Clarke"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Coren Starchaser"],
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Engaging: [member="DT-2417"]

Spoiler: Equipment

Armor

• Phase V Confederate Marine Armor
• Terentatek Body Glove
• CZ-BTN Cloaking Device
• Paragan Personal Energy Shield

Utility Belt: Bodo Baas Gunbelt

• "Lazy Eye" Heavy Blaster Pistol
• Czerka Fighting Knife
• Second Lightsabre of Darth Metus
• Sonic Detonator x2

Back Sling: "Allfate" Disruptor Rifle

Wielding: VT Stealth Sniper Rifle (Passing to Srina)

Static.

As the Sith laboriously moved throughout the muck, a single factor became painfully obvious. The further away he stepped from the Red Home Base, the more difficult electronic communications became. Simply eyeing the symbols emblazoned upon his HUD told the story - where once there was a stable connection there were only errors. What's more...the broken words that did make it through to his ears were cause for concern. Darkness? Movement? These weren't typical callouts.

Darth Metus slowed his advance.

For but the briefest of moments, the Sith pressed his back against one of the countless arbors. His offhand reached to the side of his helm, attempting to reset the connection to the comms...to no avail. After cycling the power with no improvements, he let his hand drop in defeat. Turning, he then faced his alabaster pupil, responding to her observation in a grave tone. "That's what has me concerned." he began, returning to her side with very wet footsteps. "And communications are pretty much dead."

A heavy exhale escaped the Sith as he racked his brains for a moment. Essentially, even marking their position on the allied channels would not prove to do much good if the comms were down. So, Darth Metus did as he was taught years ago: When trouble's on the rise, improvise. Drawing a solid breath, he mustered the presence of the Force and reached outward. He grazed the mind of his Srina and contined to move outward, taking stock of the Red Fang huddling together a stone's throw away. He kept onward, giving [member="Mirvak"] the telepathic equivalent of a pat upon the shoulder.

For a few moments, he stood in silence. Taking stock of what - and who - was nearby.

Cold.

The first sign that something was amiss. A wintery chill met the Sith's reach. The power of dread was laced within their presence. The Force was mighty in this one. What's more, Darth Metus could not discern anything about the owner of this presence. It did not feel like anyone under his banner. It did not feel like any of the Mandragora or any of the Dark Acolytes who served him. And, upon an Alliance world...Darth Metus thought that his people were the only Dark Ones present for the games. Something was certainly wrong.

Darth Metus retracted his presence, focusing now exclusively on the local area. He silently directed his Apprentices, [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Mirvak"], and [member="Er'in Tenel"] to draw closer to his position. However, he broke the silence upon the instant that the smoke began to roll in. This was not natural, humid fog that billowed from the murky depths. "Chit..." he seethed. Motioning for Srina to lower to a crouch did he check against his HUD. Infrared combated the smoke, affording a glance at who was responsible. Midnight armor. Stormtroopers.

They were outnumbered.

"You there." Metus began, urgency coloring his tone. His finger was thrust in the direction of one of the Cragmoloids. "Get back to base, Now. Comms are down - give them our position and bring back reinforcements. We've got Stormtroopers ahead. The rest of you, fan out. Don't fire until my mark."

There wasn't a snort of protest among the bunch. By his command did the appointed Cragmoloid begin his return to base, moving as quickly as his mammoth form would allow. And, just as the signal had worsened the further away from the base they went, the connection of his personal comm improved with every step. So much so that, while he wasn't nearly home free yet, those near and within the Red Home Base ([member="Dalton Kenway"] & [member="Katria Vekarr"]) would be able to pick up a garbled version of his frantic missive.

Static tormtroopers! Static celord is pinned, need reinforcem Static

In the meantime, the Sith reached for his utility belt and primed a sonic grenade. "Pretty sure this makes up for Golbah." he said, snarkily, before hurling it has hard as he could. The ordnance did not land within the midst of the advancing troopers...nor was it intended to do so. Instead, it landed at the base of one of the adjacent trees. FWOOOOM! The concussive forces ripped the base of the arbor to shreds, causing a groan of wood as it came crashing down. Branches and vines flew everywhere as the tree smashed into the murky swamp, attempting to crush the Stormtroopers underneath its form.

Even if the majority escaped scot free, there was now a natural obstacle hindering their advance all the more. With it in place, the Vicelord bellowed: "NOW!"

And all Hell broke loose.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#TeamAlliance
Location: Dagobah | Ground (Blue Team)
Equipment: ExplorCorps Field Kit | Training Lightsaber | Target Blaster
Supporting: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | @BlueTeamPCs
Opposing: None in direct action.

Throwing on a jacket and zipping it up didn't seem to do anything to dispel the cold.

The boy was starting to wonder if that was the temperature... or something else. The snippets of conversation that he caught from Starchaser-sensei about the dark or the darkness or similar made him wonder if there was something he was missing. Everyone seemed like they were on edge. The relaxed atmosphere of earlier almost entirely dispelled, as the young Atrisian stood in the midst of the adults listening to synth-pop and trying to discern what it was that had them all so concerned.

“Kid, you ready?”

Ready? Ready for what? "Nan de?" Shoma asked, looking at the man in confusion of just what was being asked.

Then the sound of a sonic grenade exploding - somewhere not very far away - tore through the air. And, in that moment, Shoma feared that, perhaps, he'd discovered just what Starchaser-sensei had been referring when he'd asked if the boy was ready.

Shoma turned toward the sound, frozen in place as his mind tried to fathom just what was taking shape here on Dagobah.

This didn't seem like a training game anymore.

 

[Margaret the Grey]

Allies: Galactic Alliance (Though anyone who brought extra aspirin will be her bestest friend forever)
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Objective: Find hangover cure Artifacts
"Ugh. I'm getting too old for this crap."

In retrospect, visiting Dagobah was probably a mistake. It wasn't the swamp, or the swamp, or even the swamp that bothered her. I mean, you didn't come to Dagobah if you were bothered by a little swamp. In her younger days, slogging around in the mud would have just about been the coolest thing Margaret could do, short of getting hammered with the Force ghosts of Qui-gon Jinn and Bastila Shan. That last part had never actually happened, but it would have been every bit as neat as searching for artifacts in such an historic swamp as the one she had spent the last several days wading through.

Margaret was a seeker of knowledge. She firmly believed that, whenever possible, knowledge must be kept and preserved. But that was only the start. Not only must it be kept and preserved, it must also be disseminated, and that was why she wasn't exactly welcome in too many Council chambers. In her considered opinion, protecting people from knowledge because it was dangerous was like protecting people from oxygen because it was a key ingredient in fire.

The upside to that philosophy was that she never lacked in funding for archaeological digs. To be frank, most of the major universities and museums in the galaxy were perfectly willing to defy the "wisdom" of whatever Force user cult was in charge of their little sector of space, if it meant that they could get their hands on something unique. There wasn't a Head of Archaeology in the galaxy who wouldn't give their right arm for a scrap of pottery that might have belonged to Yoda. So long as they agreed to make whatever was uncovered publicly available, Margaret was never short of funding.

The downside was, she went where the Force told her. Sometimes, that meant picking tobacco on obscure planets because the people needed help. Sometimes, it meant walking into an active warzone. She was open and willing to listen, but the Force didn't exactly listen back. It only rarely allowed her to indulge in her favorite pastime.

Which was why she was so excited to come to Dagobah, at least at first. A Professor of Force History at the University of Breehara, Dressel had called her out of the blue, saying that something interesting had been found in the caves beneath Dagobah's swampy surface. He didn't know what, exactly, but he was willing to pay to find out. Margaret had jumped on the opportunity.

Now, however, she was regretting a great many of her life's choices.

The first day or so hadn't been bad. She had been forced to land a good ways away from the cave network and proceed on foot, thanks to strange electromagnetic anomalies that had been present the day she landed. She made good time, but the longer she went, the more her arthritis started to rear its ugly head. The cold and the damp had been a combination meant to sap her strength and her patience. Only a particularly stubborn constitution and a healthy supply of painkillers had kept her going after the third day.

Last night had been particularly terrible. Somehow, damp had gotten into the waterproof bottle she carried her meds in that afternoon, and before she knew it, they had dissolved into a soupy mess. A part of her was tempted to give it a good shake and take a sip, but that was a quick way to commit suicide. There was no way of knowing exactly how concentrated the mixture was, and her preferred brand of NSAID, although extremely effective, was potentially lethal in relatively small doses.

What's worse, the closer she got to the caves, the harder it became to sleep anyway. The Force swirled here, as thick and oppressive as the omnipresent fog. The closer she got, the more intense the dreams got, until she finally snapped.

Last night, she had cracked open the celebratory bottle of rum she had packed. It wasn't a huge bottle, only a gallon or so. That was plenty to have a few drinks, and to barter with any locals she might encounter. Dagobah was pretty lacking in the sentient life department, but one underestimated a swamp at one's own peril. There was no telling what was living here, or if it would like rum.

Margaret certainly did. What had started off as a quiet glass to sooth her stiff and swollen joints and to ease her troubled mind had turned into another. And another. And another.

Now, Margaret was just starting to wake up, the empty bottle at her feet.

According to her chrono, 12 hours had passed since her last conscious memory. She was camping on one of the many little islands of solid ground that dotted the swamp, especially here, near the caves. By all rights, she should have a massive hangover. Which, to be fair, she did. But, much to her shock and bewilderment, her hangover was intensified by the fact that she was still, by any reasonable measure, drunk as a skunk.

"Oh g- HUUW!"

She didn't mean to throw up, it just sort of happened. The stench of stomach acid curdled in her nose as the last little streamers of vomit dribbled down her chin. She rinsed her mouth out with a swig of water, threw up all over again, and repeated the rinsing. By now, there wasn't anything really left in her stomach to get rid of, though the ominous gurgling in her belly told her that she'd have other problems in a few hours.

If that wasn't bad enough, her head was pounding like a drum, the world was violently spinning around her, and her ears rang like bells.

On the bright side, at least her knees and ankles weren't hurting.

"An aspirin, an aspirin, my kingdom for an aspirin," she muttered, and set out lurching through the swamp. She wasn't sure exactly where she was going. All she knew was she felt some presences near the caves. Maybe one of them would have a painkiller. And maybe, like, a quart of orange juice. And some toast. Bacon too, if she was really lucky.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Dagobah, Sluis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: Himself​

Adversaries: Everyone​

Interacting With: [member="Jairdain"]​

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Every Bounty Hunter had a code of his own. Regardless of what it was based off of, as long as it meant something to them. Many of which loosely based it off of the Bounty Hunter's Creed, a set of guidelines upheld by the Bounty Hunter's Guild, any of those who turned their back on them wouldn't be able to turn around for long. Yet Koda Fett lasted in this business in which many didn't, his back turned against the creed for it meant nothing to him. His own code is all that held any value. Jango Fett's Code was adopted by Koda, and with that it taught him how to be a bounty hunter. The true question of how to make a dead man proud was persistent. In this scenario right now many of Jango's rules applied.

Trust no one, use everyone.​

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The bounty hunter is free of attachments.​

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Say no more than necessary.​

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Fett held no true trust for Jairdain, only one of a forceful nature due to the current situation - still, he used her good nature against her to get what he needed; a ride off of this planet. No attachment was held in regards to Jairdain, and just like the rest if it came to it he would kill her without hesitation. He only needed a reason. Finally, his silent demeanour filled what was needed of the third listed part of the code. It wasn't off that he spoke, mindless chatter was an easy way to get off track.

The Jedi believed she knew Fett, thinking herself knowledgeable on the man as much as he was himself. She was wrong. As her heartfelt goodbye was given he offered nothing in return, turning away towards the ship mentioned and walking towards it without a word being spoken. Koda reached the X-Wing, clambering up inside of it and powering it on. It raised upwards into a hover, the wings spreading apart into it's X formation before ascending upwards into the sky. There was no point in attacking the Alliance Base, for at that moment he would be pursued.

Right now all the bounty hunter did was ascend upwards into orbit.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: Joining the battle in space.
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, Galactic Alliance.
Enemies: Galactic Empire.


With the Mand'alor's transport safely on the ground and his primary mission successful, Tal elected to break off and accelerate hard toward the battle taking place overhead. He had yet to fly this fighter in a true combat engagement, and he was eager to test its limits and see how well it performed.

Seconds later, he was streaking past the shipyard when a group of small imperial ships materialized seemingly out of nowhere, then began bearing down on the rear of the large Alliance battleship hiding behind the shipyard. Keying into the Alliance comm frequency, he fired a tight-beam transmission at the nearest flagship, [member="Aryn Teth"]'s Incandescent Truth.

"Incandescent Truth, this is Tal Vizsla of the Mandalorian Empire. If you can break the shields of the largest Imperial ship to your aft, I intend to board, capture, and disable."

Message sent, he tipped his fighter on its side and banked around toward the ship in question. [member="Desmond C'artyom"]'s [SIZE=11pt]INV Crackerbox.[/SIZE]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Location: Dogabah Surface
Allies: GE
Enemies: GA & Allies
Role: Combat Medic, Troop Support
Reacting towards: [member="Kip Hollaran"]


Sounds of enemy vehicles gave Seto his only chance to move for cover, as he peered around from his position behind the tree he now saw a warzone. The Alliance was taking advantage of their lack of Air Support and began to strafe the defenseless troopers with their gunship. The weapons of the enemies tore through several troopers and Seto kept his eyes trained on the aircraft.

Calls for a medic were heard but Seto couldn't just risk danger to his future patients or to himself, but he also couldn't leave the injured to their fate. More comms came up as several troopers began to mark the gunship attacking them, as their own Juggernaut began to move forward and launched missiles to provide ground support. Seto took his chance as he moved towards the rest of the forward troops, they were the first to get hit, and with anti-air weapons available the gunship would be more concerned about itself than continuing on its ground strafing.

Seto's HUD displayed several injured, marked with specific colors and numbers to swiftly address the most critical and closet first. The first injured was clutching a large piece of a tree, his anguished cries at least gave Seto the insurance the trooper was at least breathing and still capable of registering pain. Seto quickly knelt next to the wounded trooper to properly examine, carefully unlatching the trooper's vice-like grip from the tree he saw the terribly burnt chest armor and the entire right arm suffering massive third degree burns with no signs of the arm's armor plates. Even the trooper's helmet was partially burnt off and the right side of the trooper's face matched the burnt arm.

Looking around Seto gingerly lifted the trooper up, the trooper's motor skills still available to him at least if not partially. Seto needed to move the trooper further away from the main battle zone and close to nearby cover. Seto urging the trooper to move quickly, towards a large rock where Seto placed the injured down next to the rock. Here Seto began his work, removing the helmet and cleaning the wounded areas. A small bacta spray would begin the healing process for the lightly damaged parts of the trooper's body but Seto needed it mostly for the pain relief. His HUD showing several parts beyond repair, the right eye, tips of his fingers and most of the muscles tissue around the trooper's right forearm.

"H-how bad is it doc?" The Trooper asked, his other eye closed and his words spoken through clenched teeth.

"You're going to live," Seto responded, ". . . . just don't expect to be winning any beauty contests anytime soon." Seto added, even through his helmet's voice filters humor tends to find a way to be noticed and heard.

"N-n-never was a l-l-looker anyways," the Trooper responded with, a small chuckle managed to break through the pained clenched teeth.

Seto nodded, mostly to himself, as he continued to apply fresh bacta graphs to sanitize ease the pain before Seto began the more painful part of his work. The dead tissue and severally burnt parts would hamper any and all healing process if Seto would just slap a Bacta patch, but currently in a battlefield his time was limited. Most of the tissue had lost all pain receptors on the burnt arm, but the right portion of the face would be a different matter.

With a scalpel the work began quickly, after each section of dead tissue removed Seto quickly bandaged and applied bacta. The forearm most undoubtedly would not be able to recover fully thus cybernetics were a possibility but Seto's mind wasn't in the future only in the now. Unfortunately the now required to work the face, phantom pains was what Seto knew the trooper will feel. Even with no pain receptors telling the brain the fact Seto's hand began to work on clearing away the damaged parts from the troopers face caused the trooper to moan in agony.

The worst feeling possible, his Force Sensitivity not helping in the slightest, Seto's hands quickly applied the last bacta-patch and salve to the Trooper's face. "You'll be fine now, just stay low hopefully the enemy will think you're dead," Seto suggested, gently placing back the man's helmet and moving his rifle closer to his hand. "I'll be back for a check up, got more injured to find," Seto then spoke as he quickly braced himself for the next nauseating wave of pain and agony. Even not using the Force in such a long time I can still feel such emotions Seto wearily thought as he dashed for the next injured.

Once the Air Space was under Imperial Control Seto would be able to adequately get Medivacs down here to treat the more severely injured better. Shouldn't be too hard for our fleet, yup good thoughts Du Couteau, only good thoughts.

Actions: Begin treating injured/wounded

 

[Er'in Tenel]

T E A M​

R E D​

Location: Dagobah, Surface
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Red Team: Kip Hollaranhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16921-kip-hollaran/, Lyra Sunfellhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16874-lyra-sunfell/, Katria Vekarr, Dalton Kenway, Sol Stazi, Prime, Srina Talon, Mirvak, Akabane Jarvik, Aya Clarke [member="Darth Metus"]
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: Shoma Ike, Daxton Bane, Katrine Van-Derveld, Aya Clarke, Rapax, Coren Starchaser,
Drawn Wildcard: [member="Lysandra"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Engaging: Some unlucky Swamptroopers, then heading towards - DT-2417

SWT-4314 was remarkably happy about this mission to Dagobah, all things considered. When he'd heard he was being assigned to the High Inquisitor he had been understandably perturbed, Stormtroopers who aid Inquisitors tended to end up in a messy end as fodder for a Jedi's lightsaber, at least according to the rumours.

Going to a backwater planet to 'secure' something on the surface when the only thing of value in the system was the orbital shipyards struck him as a quick way to a conflict with a Force user. When they'd been ordered to deploy with capture and containment load outs, things had just gotten worse.

But he and his platoon of Swamptroopers had drawn the best of all the objectives, the figure imaged in his objectives was listed as being moderately force-sensitive, possibly a padawan in service to someone in the CIS. The image was of an attractive young Hapan girl, barely out of her teens. The listed series of suspected competencies didn't give him much worry, either.

Go in, distract the Alliance forces while the special infiltration groups drew away the CIS leadership, then snatch and grab. Simple.

So why, he wondered, did he have a bad feeling every time he looked into the images eyes?

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Er'in was properly scared now, this had supposed to be a simple training exercise to teach her basic firearms competency and to test her survival skills. Well, they'd found out she had some of the former and none of the latter, only now she was basically alone in a swamp. Behind her back at the firebase (a grandiose name for a pile of logs) the others were moving out with half the remaining forces to check on something they'd heard. The comms were filled with long-range jamming and even from down here she could see the firefly sparkles for turbolaser fire filling high orbit above the shipyards.

And a Dark Jedi was hunting her, not personally, she'd gotten that much from his grandiose revelation. But if she'd sensed him, he'd undoubtedly sensed her - Darth Metus had taught her that much. Which means he knew there was a weak force user here, undefended.

'Get it together Er'in' she thought, scolding herself for both complacency and fear. It was just... she knew fear was a tool to be used, but she didn't know how. For her life she'd repressed every feeling, every slight, every attraction, ever passion. She'd probably make a great Jedi, but right now she made a terrible Sith.

And that thought made her a little angry, the hot lava at her core burning a little brighter.

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There she was, one figure alongside a few token Alliance troopers who looked at her with disdain - except no, those were CIS droids who were watching her for orders. He must have put the disdain into their stance, it wouldn't have been hard, she had no idea of concealment, cover or tactical movement.

"4315, flank right and distract those droids with your squad. 4316, take point on the left and hold off anyone from the firebase."

4314 flicked his blaster to stun, disappearing down into the swampy murk.

"I'll take the girl."

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They came from nowhere, but to her surprise, Er'in was ready. The flicker of warning at the back of her mind that had been with her all her life was familiar now, and her disruptor rifle was up and aimed almost before she knew what she was doing. The dark shape that slipped from one tree to the next crossed her sight - just like hunting deer, she thought abstractly as she squeezed the trigger.
The problem with the HV-55A disruptor is that as a disruptor it lacks stopping power. Er'in had been drilled pretty relentlessly by Darth Melus into firing three round bursts. But in the heat of the moment, she only snapped two shots off. She swore as the figure ducked out of sight, hearing the noises of alarm from the droids protecting her as a barrage of blaster fire rained in from her left. Cith. She drew a bead on the figure as they moved again and this time squeezed off three neatly aimed shots, the figure fell.

Her blood sang in a way she had never felt before, this wasn't a court murder, this was battle. But the feeling of reassuring calm the rifle gave washed away some of the blood-fury and the anger, keeping her focused.

Which is why Er'in was fully aware and watching when the armoured swamptrooper stepped from behind a tree no more than three feet from her - how had he gotten so close - and levelled his rifle.

No fear. No anger. Blackness.​

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Silence.​

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Peace.​

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There is no Peace. There is only Passion.​

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It was the wet and cold that woke her, that and the sharp slap to the face.

"Come on." A filtered voice snapped. "I'm not carrying you all the way to the lander."

Her head swum as she fought to work out what was going on. She'd been stripped to her under armour suit, that much was obvious because she could feel her not-quite bare feet sinking into freezing, dank mud. She didn't have any weapons. That much was also obvious, because fear hammered out an adrenalin drumbeat through her heart and she struggled to draw breath. She was held up between two swamptroopers, but for some reason they hadn't bound her hands. Which... had to be a mistake, but maybe she didn't present much of a threat standing there shivering in a black underarmour suit.

She certainly didn't feel threatening.

An alien voice pressed at her conciousness. Someone nearby. Someone not unlike her.

Always remember to wear your shoes darling, it is unbecoming if you forget such a thing. You are no street stained wench. ​

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Her mother had always said the same thing. And now that she thought about it, that pissed her off too. To be hunted like an animal was one thing. But to be treated like so little a threat was downright infuriating.

Through Passion I gain Strength.​

(music)​

The swamptrooper in front of her hit her in the gut this time, causing her to vomit what remained of her lunch into the swamp.

"I said, on your feet, prisoner. We're not carrying you two kilometres to the cithspawned shuttle."

Er'in almost wanted to laugh at his choice of phrase.

Which was why they were probably both quite startled when she did laugh, drawing herself upright with hacking, humour-filled coughs. Darth Metus would be coming, she had to stall for time.

And that made her angry too, Srina wouldn't have been stalling for time. None of the other Acolytes would. They were all expert hand to hand combatants, armed with lightsabers and trained in the force.

Through Strength I gain Power.​

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"What's so funny?" The swamptrooper asked, taken aback.

"You." She spat, letting her bitterness and anger spill out alongside her dark humour. "You think..."

The next blow hammered into her skull until she saw stars and the two swamptroopers supporting her let her drop to her hands and knees in the mud and filth. She felt the blaster at the back of her head and for some reason, she wasn't scared by it anymore. She wasn't scared by them anymore. Even though she should be.

The voice came again as she knelt there, not her own, but the words achingly familiar none the less.

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A lady never puts herself into an uncompromising position, lest she be stripped of her dignity

"Look. If I bring back a confirmed kill, that will fulfil my mission objectives. So, be a good princess and shut up, then start walking."

Princess. Princess? Princess!​

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The haze in her vision vanished, the world snapped into a clarity she'd never known before. Every drip of water audible, the sound of the swamptroopers heartbeats, the rasp of their breath grating down her spine.

Through Power I gain Victory.​

Her heart was lava. Every petty oppression. Every tiny rebellion quashed. The fact she'd been a murderer before she was sixteen. All lead to this? Dying alone in swamp, because someone with more power than her had sent brainwashed killers to end her life. No. Not today. Not ever. They had no idea what it meant to be trapped in a gilded cage, then let out only to be made to feel useless and weak.

Her mind was rage, a lifetime of oppression that most would regard as envious luxury but the intelligent would see for the cage it was flooded up.

And the Force answered. A tiny sliver of the energy roiling less than four hundred meters from where she knelt in the mud favoured her. For a moment, the dark side turned towards one of it's chosen. And while in the chaos of battle nearby force-users may or may not notice, anyone in line of sight - which given this was Dagobah, was the swamptrooper platoon - certainly did.

She snapped upright, strength flooding her limbs and lightning arcing from her fingertips as she drove an inhumanly strong snap kick into the nearest swamp trooper, sending him sprawling. Two others bore down on her with raised rifles, but fire and lightning raced through her veins and she raised a hand, taming the dark fire and sending it spitting out as lightning into the two of them, revelling in the sensation as her attackers collapsed. A blaster shot tore along her side, poorly aimed but still enough to burn away the armour underlayer and leave a burnt wound. She reached out with her rage, funnelling all her intellect into holding it in check and wrenching a branch up to crush her attacker.

Through Victory my chains are Broken.​

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SWT-4134 stared with shock at the mud-covered, black clad figure before him. It was funny, a little bit of him thought as he scrabbled for his rifle. She looked far more beautiful now than she had before, her eyes actively glittering with passion as lightning arced wildly from her form and licked at trees, moss and the surrounding water.

He saw her gaze meet his, straight through his visor. Somehow, he could hear the alien words - not her voice, another womans - echoing in her head as if they were in his.

Be mindful of your vocabulary, a proper lady always speaks with tact and patience.​

"No." She said, her voice passionate and aristocratic. "I don't think I shall."

He was going to die at the hands of a Sith. Why had no one briefed him she was a trained Sith?

She raised a hand with languid, aristocratic grace. Then his world disappeared in lightning and pain. Followed by a merciful blackness.

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The lightning snapped back into Er'in as if she flicked a switch, leaving her standing alone with an aching side in the silent glade, surrounded by steaming bodies. Any surviving swamptroopers had wisely beat a hasty retreat from the unexpected threat.

She laughed, her voice pure and free, staring at the back of her hand for a long moment.

The Force shall set me free.​

Then rationality asserted itself, her intellect and her heart working in unison for the first time in her life.

These wouldn't be the only ones, she needed to find Metus. If any of the Alliance had witnessed her... awakening, then they'd know at least one Dark Side user was out there. And the Galactic Alliance didn't have a good opinion of the dark side, for reasons she could intellectually - if not emotionally - understand.

It wasn't even an effort. Untrained as her senses were, he was her master. There, to the north west. Calling her.

Ignoring the pain in her side and the fact she was practically barefoot but for a thin layer of thankfully strong and waterproof polyfiber, she started to stalk through the swamp in the direction of her allies.

 

[Aya Clarke]

T E A M​

BLUE​

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Location: Dagobah, Surface
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Red Team: [member="Kip Hollaran"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"], [member="Katria Vekarr"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Prime"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Mirvak"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Darth Metus"]
Allies (GA, CIS, ORC, SJO) | Blue Team: [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Aya Clarke"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Coren Starchaser"],
Enemies: Galactic Empire
Engaging: [member="DT-2417"]

Spoiler: Equipment

Armor

• Knightly Armor (Durasteel Plate)

Wielding: Knightly Sword (Durasteel) and Blue Team Flag (Durasteel pole)

Troop: 15 BX-Commando Droids

By chance, Aya had sheathed her blade, and began fiddling with her helm's internal comlink. Adjusting the frequency to see if she could pick anything up, things had grown quiet and slower than she'd anticipated. There should be someone attacking by now, it was not the scene it should be at the moment. Perhaps the Force, Fate, whatever, had guided her along to picking up the garbled transmission sent from Metus's troop. Or at least, enough that she knew that the game had become real enough. Without much delay, she moved to the Blue flag, a pole made to be carried by one person with the banner resting towards its tip, and pulled it free of the ground. The CIS droids glanced at her, as she turned to face them. "BX-Commandos, with me, all 15 of you. Terminate war game protocols and prepare for live fire, watch your targets. The rest of you lot try to reach the remainder of our forces, to the caves. Move!"

And with that, Aya began her charge, the banner held in both hands like a giant spear (which, admittedly, it did have the tip for), the droids behind her making less noise than she did as the much splashed around her durasteel clad frame. Her fears were confirmed when she heard the distant, but rapidly approaching, sounds of the sonic grenade, and the tree collapsing. Excellent, at least in regards to her assumptions. She realized her helm's face was open, and reached up to it, closing it over her to complete the mask of protection. Just as she could see the group coming into view as well. She huffed, and made her way with the droids to Metus's position, and shot a quick salute, before turning her head to the fallen tree. "Any idea on their numbers, Vicelord?"

Naturally the fifteen droid reinforcements began to open fire at DT's troops, along with whatever the Vicelord had.

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Dagobah surface FOB
Allies: GA | @Aretmis Lux | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member="Jor Kvall"]

Kad chuckled at the idea [member="Artemis Lux"] needed to protect him. This was not the day to argue whether that was true or not. Kad had fought several battles in the civil war and returned unscathed. There were many a battle that saw him in grave danger, and the warrior still managed to escape the attempts of death upon his life. Today would be no different. They would talk later when they did not need the distraction. If they were to be equals, then Artemis did not need to protect him, though he mused it was really to protect herself from feeling the pain of loss once more.

He simply nodded as he followed her.

They had been summoned to meet with [member="Ra Vizsla"] and gather with the rest of the verde who made it to the planet surface. Like a well oiled machine, the Mandalorian people would tear through whatever threats engaged them. They already had taken the base, and from this point they would mount their own plan of attack.

As Aretmis took off her helmet, so did Kad. He wanted a good look at the plan himself. The Tal'Rekr would see their part through. Kad was also curious where his services and ordinance would be needed. With the number of swamp troopers on the planet, the Mandalorians would have plenty of targets. What about the looting? Ra was here because he wanted the spoils that came along with war. Kad wanted the same.

"Let us waste no time then," Kad simply stated and put his helmet back onto his head and readied to move out.