Invasion This is the Way || ME Invasion of DIA-held Yaga Minor

[Korda Veydran]

Smoke and ash hung heavy over the ruined street as Korda pressed forward, boots slamming cracked concrete, visor flickering with overlays of heat signatures and terrain. The LO‑25/AAA battery loomed ahead, massive and bristling with twin barrels, a fortress of steel and fire control. Around it, Diarchy DAF troops moved cautiously, huddled behind sandbags and broken barricades, weapons raised, eyes scanning the ruined horizon.

Korda's comm crackled. The lone Mandalorian's voice came weak, ragged, but steady:
"Korda… made it. I got both KIA Mandos back to the one with the leg injury. But… I'm not sure how much longer I can hold. Blood loss… it's bad… staying focused is getting harder."

Korda slowed only slightly, eyes narrowing behind his visor. His thoughts ran over the situation with machine-like precision: Good. They're alive. I'll finish this, then return. Hang time, soldier. Hang time.


He scanned the area again. Debris-strewn cars, shattered streetlights, and burnt-out walls provided cover, but the twin barrels of the LO‑25 tracked the horizon like twin serpents ready to strike. He noted the DAF grunts. four or five of them, spread awkwardly, nervous, waiting for a target. They would see him soon enough. He let his chest rise, taking in the acrid scent of burning rubble, the metallic tang of scorched concrete, the faint smoke rising from the ruins of the previous fights.

This is theirs to defend. But I am the storm, he thought. And the storm never yields.
Korda's hand brushed against his belt, feeling the cold, rough metal of the explosives clipped there. Soon… very soon, he calculated, but first… I will make them see me.


He dropped low and grabbed a jagged piece of steel debris from the street, crude but sturdy. In his other hand, he seized a bent, scorched panel as a makeshift shield, even though his gauntlet shield was more than enough. He wanted them to see him. To feel the weight of what was coming.
The LO‑25's servos whirred as if sensing his approach. Sparks flew as Korda slammed the debris-sword against the panel-shield, the clang ringing out over the battlefield.

Then came the yell: raw, commanding, Mandalorian, and terrifying:
"By Mandalore the Iron! By Kad Ha'rangar the Destroyer! Witness the wrath of the Mandalorian Empire!"


The DAF grunts froze, rifles trembling in their hands. They had expected drones, or cover fire, or a careful tactical approach. Not this, a lone Mandalorian, emerging from smoke and fire, demanding their attention with the sheer force of presence alone.
Korda's eyes flicked once toward the horizon where the lone Mando had fallen back, tending to the wounded. Hold fast. I'll finish this, then return. Hang time.


He stepped forward again, boots hammering rubble, debris crunching underfoot. Each movement was precise, measured. a predator stalking the apex of its territory. He let the heat of the fires wash over him, letting the scent of smoke and scorched steel sharpen his senses.


The battery grew larger in his view, barrels glinting, mounted on their reinforced frame. He could see the gaps in its armor, the seams along the ammo feeds, all the angles that would soon be exploited. He didn't yet strike. Not yet. First, he would announce his arrival. First, he would make them see the storm coming.


Then he raised the jagged steel, shield in his other hand, and slammed them together in a hard, metallic clap. a Spartan salute to the battlefield, to the honor of Mandalore, and to the fury of Kad Ha'rangar. Sparks flew in wide arcs, illuminating the terrified defenders as Korda let out another guttural roar, echoing over the shattered street:

"COME! FACE YOUR DESTINY! MANDALORE AND THE DESTROYER WATCH ME!"

The LO‑25 servos whined, barrels tracking, but Korda didn't hesitate. Every step forward was a message: he was coming. The storm had arrived. And when he reached them, every defender would know the weight of the Mandalorian Empire unleashed.


Allies: Aether Verd Warpriest Prime Itzhal Volkihar Siv Kryze
oppisition: Norbert Oro 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall

SIT REP: landed with 4 fellow Mando's, 2 KIA, 2 injured. one with leg injury and one with blood loss from multiple injuries

 

[Hanna]

Location: Santhe-Sienar Shipyards, Yaga Minor Orbit - Cockpit - Relentless
Thread Objective: When the Sky Falls
Mission Objective: Disable the sensor and tractor beam control station.
Allies: Siv Kryze
Direct Engagement: The Shroud Knight Shyra Calipsa

Hanna’s eyes widened beneath her visor when the cloaked warrior was thrown back from the impact of her slugs, one of which struck his armor with a sharp ping. She brought up her pistols again, shifting her aim to his legs in an attempt to finish him off and bypass his armor. However, before she could fire, a heavy thud struck her mid-glide, causing her suit’s integrated shields to visibly fluoresce at the point of impact as a spiderweb of blue-white energy danced across the surface. Her HUD briefly flickered, but otherwise remained intact as the hardened electronics held their charge.

Although her suit held out against the blasts, the force behind them wrenched her back with a sudden lurch. Without solid footing, her balance faltered. However, the Qilin recovered with fluid combat instinct, crouching to lower her center of gravity as she shifted her legs to counter-steer against the spin. She extended an arm for stability, before coming around to search for her assailant.

However, it was then that more of the gas filled her vision.

Hanna pursed her lips as the haze thickened, but she was far from blind. The optics suite in her helmet adapted almost instantly, layering ultrasonic returns and millimeter-wave radar over her obscured sight.

Almost a moment too late, an ultrasonic return indicated movement at her periphery while her radar picked up a figure closing through the mist.

A lightsaber ignited. Hanna moved, her skates carrying her hard to the left in an instantaneous burst of repulsor-driven acceleration. The strike grazed along her lower leg, just missing her skates but searing across her left calf. A loud screech-hiss sounded out as the shields flared and overloaded at the point of contact. Pain lanced through her awareness as a sharp gasp escaped from her lips. Her armor had ablated the worst of the strike, but the skin beneath bloomed an angry crimson, having suffered a first-degree burn from conducted heat.

Still, guided by the ghostly silhouettes painted across her HUD, Hanna counter-attacked almost immediately. Now seven meters away from the cloaked warrior, she leveled her pistols towards him and a second figure ( Shyra Calipsa ) that was fourteen meters away, her neural implant splitting her focus so that she could aim and fire at both targets at once. Void Stone-treated standard hypervelocity slugs tore through the air with sharp cracks. Two were aimed for the lightsaber-wielding figure’s chest, while two more were directed towards the newcomer’s center mass.

“Siv, stay with me!” Hanna called out over her and Siv’s comms, her tone strained, yet calm even with the burn singing up her leg. The sonic neutralizers in her helmet muted her voice, so that only Siv could hear it through his comm link. “If you can, get out of the smoke. I have a plan!”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Sparkle Velocity
  
  • Gauntlets and Vambraces
    
    • Modular Weapon Mount (3) - R
      
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • Medium Plasma Gas Canister
      • NML-02VTB Nano Missile Launcher
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • Depleted Baradium-tipped Baradium Nano Missiles (12)
    • Modular Weapon Mount (3) - L
      
      • IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • CryoBan Canister
      • Repulsor Projector
• Glitter Roses (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Extended Magazine - Standard Penetrator: Void Stone Treatment (2)
    • Standard Magazine - Standard Penetrator: Void Stone Treatment (4)
    • Standard Magazine - Seismic Implosive-Explosive: Void Stone Treatment (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• Hanna’s HB-42 Disruptor Pistols (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium X Gas and CryoBan Coolant (12)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• Mobius Bes’Kad
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (2)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Viari Banu]

This is the Way - BYOO​

Viari remained still, his avian eyes peering out of the darkness only breaking contact as a loud sound nearby broke his concentration, or the earth trembled as heavy ordenance detonated somewhere unseen. It wasn't as bad as the fireworks, but is was damn near close and this time it wasn't a celebration or festival but the demise of thousands. Eostre's cloak kept her heart close, her whispers in the dark lulling him with security, he was safe here beneath this fortress of stone but others weren't. Others couldn't fly away from danger like he could.​

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Then, out of nowhere a girl entered the vacinity of his little sanctuary, he could hear the drumming heart in her chest and recognised it's song. The speckles of ruby dotted her mouth and the tail twitched like a feline, and Viari remained deathly silent. He did not know her to be friend nor foe, but she did not wear armour and looked too exhausted to fight, with a thud, his focus turned to sight. She was no longer standing, her back pressed firmly into the wall while droplets of ruby stained the floor beneath.​

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Without a second thought, Viari leapt from his hiding place and descended upon the ground before her, his tail sweeping away the rubbish and packets behind him. He studied her injury, then looked back at the girl. "Hello friend!" He hooted quitely, keeping his voice low to avoid detection from any who might be searching. "Viari can help? Can heal." He offered pointing his beak towards her injury, it had been many moons since he used the Force in such a manner, but he remained confident in his own ability, or more precisely, his father's teachings.​

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Zaytee​

Div created by Makeb​

 

[Aselia Verd]

Armor:
Aselia Verd's Jurkad'gam

Armament:
Basilisk War Droid
DR-04DB Class-D Disruptor Rifle
ML-04 Missile Launcher
Striilir-class Brilliant Missile x 5

Objective: III

The street was already coming apart when Aselia made the call.

Two armored vehicles had rolled into position downrange, their fire chewing through ferrocrete and collapsing what little cover remained. The concussive impacts rattled her teeth, dust and shrapnel blasting past as her HUD screamed warnings and recalculated survivability in tight red brackets.

She didn't retreat.

The basilisk broke off its firing run and doubled back immediately, repulsors howling as it accelerated toward Aselia through smoke and fire. Incoming rounds stitched the air around it, but the basilisk barreled through as ordiance impacted its shield and debris was flung around by its charge.

Aselia broke from cover and jumped, grabbing ahold of the beast, pressing her body into it as the rounds continued, letting it shield her from any fire. Her hands caught the basilisk's armored spine the force of the pickup nearly tearing her loose before she hauled herself up and locked her boots into a recessed foothold.

She didn't pause, she slide the disruptor back onto her back as the basilisk made a wide loop around the battlefield. She reached down and grabbed ahold of the ML-04 missile launcher mag locked to the basilisk in one fluid motion lifted its weight onto her shoulder the basilisk leveled just enough to give her a firing solution. She slammed a missile home, HUD synchronizing instantly as targeting brackets snapped over the two vehicles that had been hunting her moments before. The missile tore from the launcher speeding through the air, the droid brain of the missile already beginning to track the target and analyzing to determine the optimal detonation point.

At the same time, a second roar cut through the chaos. From her right, Adelle's basilisk smashed through the side of a building, sending duracrete and steel exploding outward as the war droid tore straight through the structure. It didn't slow. It it turned and barreled toward the rear guard of the enemy, sonic cannons exploding into the exposed backline.

An alarm sounded in Aselia's hud as she loaded another round into the launcher an incoming gunship on their position. She turned and lined up on the gunship, wait for a moment for the lock, as soon as the crosshair was green he missile screamed off the launcher, guidance locking as it skimmed low before popping up and going straight into the sky streaking toward the inbound gunship.

Then new data flooded in.

High above the city, Mandalorian transports were cutting through the atmosphere in disciplined descent paths. Not landing on her position smartly dispersed, touching down across distant districts to widen the battlefield and bring fresh forces to the ground. She caught glimpses of dark hulls between banks and turns, repulsors flaring as they committed.

Reinforcements were in.

The air shuddered again deeper this time, a wrong, heavy vibration that rolled through the city like a distant quake. Her HUD pulled orbital telemetry without hesitation.

The Lucrehulk in orbit was disintegrating.

Burning fragments tore free, streaking through the sky in long, incandescent arcs. Distant impacts flared across the city, shockwaves rippling outward as structures groaned under the strain. Smaller debris began to rain closer superheated fragments clattering across rooftops and streets, sparks and dust cascading through the smoke.

TAG: Adelle Bastiel 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall Null 7
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[CT-312]

//: Engaging: Caelus Vire // NIHIL //:
//: Allies: ME | Enemy: DIA //:
//: Yaga Minor //:
//: Attire //:
//: EQUIPMENT: Halcyon Armour| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack| M.I. 'Halo' jump boots | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield | Navi/Barca //:
//: PRIMARY WEAPONS: VW 864 Maser Rifle | LO-18D | Assault Carbine Mk. II //:
//: Secondary Weapons: LO-22S | Electromagnetic Plasma Hand Cannon | Eight Blade Razorline Projector| Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II //:
//: 40|40 Active Mag : 2 Backup Mags x LO-KI/22 Standard Slug Round //:
//: ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3 x Kushute Grenades | 6 x Shiva Knifes | S.A.N.D. Powder //:
//: 2 x Ion Grenades|2 x Flash Grenades|2 x Incendiary Grenades|2 x Smoke Grenades //:
//: 3 x Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive , 3 x Semiautonomous Seeker Concussion Explosive //:
//: 1 x Arrow head of Absence | LK Spider Slicer Droid | BioMedical Support System//:

//: OBJ 4 - WHEN WE WANDER (BYOO) //:​

War had already begun.

CT-312 sat strapped into the cockpit of the Dûr'ashaarai. The fighter did not idle. It prowled. Drifting along the outer reaches of Yaga Minor’s high orbit, where the stars thinned and the planet’s defensive lattice began to glow. The Diarchy’s war forges, shipyards, and defense nodes were all stitched together into a single arrogant halo.

Two LK Pred-X units were clamped along the wing supports— one above, one below—held by magnetic locks and straps. CT-312 could feel the dormant violence as the Dûr'ashaarai thrummed beneath her. Its hunger bled through the bond. The pressure behind her eyes slowly building up, tightening in her chest that had nothing to do with oxygen levels. The ship’s desire pushed against CT-312’s control.

She exhaled slowly through her helmet. “Patience, Caligo.” The fighter’s lights along the cockpit frame shifted from white to a mute red. Offended. Red, pulsing in rhythm with CT-312’s heartbeat. Eager and waiting.

The Scout watched as the first act of the war unfolded. A Lucrehulk-class battleship with its screaming engines barreling toward the defense ring. Its distress chatter flooded the channels briefly. It never made it. The battleship was obliterated before it could do any damage. It’s mass scattering as burning fragments descend down in the planet’s atmosphere. Trailing fire toward Yaga Minor’s surface like a meteor storm. The communications feeds lit up.

Reports of Beskar-clad warriors and their basilisks breaching and engaging planetside. Different assault groups punched towards the space elevator. Multiple squads engaging all intertwining into a chaotic chorus.

The Dûr'ashaarai surged against its restraints as its hunger intensified. Its need slamming into her harder now that blood had been spilled. CT-312’s jaw tightened. Feeling its urge to run and tear. To be seen. “Not yet.” She murmured. “Hold.” Her jaw began to ache as she forced herself still. The familiar pull toward close violence stirred. Insistent. Begging to be let loose. CT-312 inhaled, grounding herself as she reached to her side. Releasing a slicer droid. The small unit skittered forward into the fighter’s access port.

As it interfaced, BARCA pinged. Data spikes appeared across her HUD as the ship’s systems began to sync itself and with her Halcyon Armour.

[ BARCA ]
[ Link established ]
[ Combat heuristics syncing… ]

Moments later the fleet reports changed. Diarchy and Mandalorian forces were fully engaged. From the Scouts distant vantage point, she watched as a Diarchy cruiser dropped out of hyperspace directly inside the opposing formation. There was no warning. The ship detonated. A few starfighters vanished, damaging frigates and nearby cruisers. The Dûr'ashaarai’s drove its will into CT-312’s mind.

Now.

She didn’t hesitate. “Now—”

The fighter moved forward before the word finished leaving her mouth. Thought and motion collapsed into the same instant. Engines flared as G-forces slammed into CT-312’s body, pinning her into her seat. Her vision narrowed, breath forced sharp from her lungs as the stars stretched and snapped back into focus. Accelerating toward one of the Diarchy’s War Forges, a massive node anchored into the defense network around Yaga Minor.

“We’re not engaging yet, Caligo.” The ship answered by listening. As the station loomed in her view, the wraithphase cloaking mantle activated. A stealth field making the fighter vanish for a brief moment, vanishing from sensors and sight alike. CT-312 scanned the structure. ‘There.’

An exterior airlock. Half-shadowed beneath a plating overhang. “BARCA.” Overrides rippled through the fighter’s system as the slicer droid executed its task. Magnetic restraints disengaged. The clamps released with a dull thunk as the Pred-X battledroids dropped free. Anger and resentment flared through the bond at the hatch being forced open by BARCA. “I know.” It’s thirst for battle, raging. “Later.” The cloak disengaged as the cockpit hatch opened.

CT-312 kicked free. Halcyon thrusters firing in short controlled bursts as she caught the airlock’s handholds. Another slicer droid was already moving, scuttling toward the access panel. The airlock cycled, opening. Soon the Pred-X units flowed inside first. Silent and predatory. CT-312 glanced back at her ship. “Don’t bully them too hard.”

The cockpit sealed shut. In a blink, the Dûr'ashaarai peeled away. Its living blade hull angled just enough to kiss the station’s outer plating. Durasteel screamed as it was scored. Not enough to breach, but just enough to draw attention. Then the fighter cloaked again and vanished, carrying the Diarchy’s attention with it.

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Inside the War Forge Station was quiet. But not calm.

BARCA flagged incoming data bursts. A propaganda feed surged through open channels. Footage of the destruction earlier on was repurposed into accusation, exposing the Diarchy for sacrificing its own citizens as shields. Moments later, a counter-transmission played. As more reports followed, reinforcement fleets inbound. Ground forces receiving support. BARCA continued to stay alert and filter out comms. Beneath the noise, a thought surfaced on its own. One CT-312 did not need a reminder of.

The Queen and Warden of Eshan was here. Here… Somewhere in this chaos. Realization left a tight empty pressure in her chest. A silent reminder that the Princess, Quinn Varanin was moving toward places CT-312 could not follow. Distance layered atop distance. What happened on Coruscant had already stretched that gap further. The Princess didn’t know she was here, fighting in the same war under a different banner.

CT-312 didn’t know much about Eshan, only fragments of what Quinn had spoken to her about. But even that had been enough for the Scout to know that Eshan mattered. Deeply. That was reason enough. CT-312 would stand with the Mandalorians to protect Eshan, to keep it out of Diarchy hands, even if the Queen never knew.

Corridors stretched out in harsh angles and cold light. CT-312 moved carefully. Two of the Pred-X took point as the other two trailed behind, covering approaching lanes. They halted as she stopped at a control access panel beneath a security camera, deploying two more slicer droids.

“BARCA. Link up. Access feed and pull schematics.”

[ BARCA ]
[ Camera feeds… Complete ]
[ Station’s Schematics… Incomplete ]
[ IN PROGRESS ]

Not ideal, but workable.

CT-312 remained on stand-by while BARCA completed its task. Her grip tightened on the Assault Carbine Mk. II. Rifle tight against her shoulder. Muzzle tracking each corridor entry point with her stance compact and ready. Her focus was sharp and unblinking, listening and watching. Prepared to fire the instant the station gave her a reason. The Pred-X droids positioned themselves around the Scout, covering her as CT-312 waited, rifle ready.

 

[Siv Kryze]

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YAGA MINOR ORBIT - SANTHE-SIENAR SHIPYARDS​

ME: Jonah Tess Hanna Tyr Mereel Avast Verd
DIA: The Shroud Knight Trace Xyston Kallous Eirys Santhe

Engaging: The Shroud Knight Shyra Calipsa

The fog thickened, clinging to the corridor in rolling sheets as Siv adjusted his stance. The yellow glow ahead cut through it in brief, violent flashes—enough to track, enough to measure distance. Too close to Hanna.

He caught her voice clean through the haze, filtered and compressed but steady despite the pain riding under it.

"Copy," Siv answered, low and even. "I'm on you."

A short, controlled ignition of the jetpack carried him laterally, boots striking durasteel with a heavy clang as he reinserted himself between blade and ally. Not a retreat. A correction. A denial of space. He widened the spacing just enough, dragging the pressure sideways and up, forcing the engagement away from her line without ever disengaging.

"Moving," he added, already adjusting his vector. "Do it."

The spear snapped fully into its extended length as he brought it up, beskar haft meeting the lightsaber in a grinding shriek. Not iron. Not steel. Beskar biting against kyber. Sparks skittered across the deck plates as Siv leaned into the bind, Force-enhanced strength reinforcing the moment, then broke contact before the blade could slide and ride the shaft.

Another presence registered at the edge of the fog—different cadence, different intent. Logged. Acknowledged. Not answered.

A stun discharge cut through the haze, close enough to prickle across his armor. Siv didn't turn. He compensated instantly—jetpack flaring in a brief burst that pushed him forward and slightly up, landing hard to collapse distance. The spear came around in a tight, horizontal check, not to kill but to control, snapping the saber's attention back onto him and nowhere else. The phoenix engraving along the blade pulsed faintly as he moved, demanding commitment from the opponent.

Ion wash grazed his armor. Systems flickered, stabilized. The recall mechanism stayed dormant.

Siv advanced one measured step at a time, nimble despite the weight of beskar, never overextending, never giving ground. Short hops. Tight arcs. Every movement carved out a buffer in the fog, shrinking the corridor around the blade and keeping it anchored on him where it belonged.


Whatever Hanna had planned, he'd buy the seconds she needed.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Owl-type Beskar'gam
• Spear of Longinus (Beskar Spear)
• 2x WESTAR-35 blaster pistol