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

[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 gravemarks surged at her from behind, the basilisk reacted before she could, turning hard and activating its repulsors, it would look like an animal leaping into the air to them. The shockwave from the rounds impacing the earth behind her rattled her and the basilisk but it didn't cease the momentum. "Adelle, we are wasting our time here. Breaking off and going after that space elevator. I don't have the kit to deal with those shields or anti-missile systems."

The basilisk surged forward in a low, violent sweep, repulsors flaring as she threaded through broken streets and rising smoke. Incoming fire tried to bracket her movement, but she refused to hold a straight line long enough for anyone to solve her trajectory.
Speed was survival.

As the elevator's towering frame came into view its immense spine vanishing into haze and debris above Aselia pulled the basilisk into a hard vertical climb. The war droid responded instantly, rocketing upward to gain altitude and angle rather than trailing the armored column on the ground.
Her HUD flickered under interference static bleeding across targeting grids she switched to partial manual control without hesitation. Visual confirmation was enough.

She leveled out into a high altitude around the elevator's lower structure, banking wide to line up a clear angle.
she said calmly. "Target structural supports. Precision fire."

The cannons adjusted.
Then opened up.

Heavy bolts hammered into the lower support pylons not randomly, not wildly but in tight, controlled bursts along connection seams and load-bearing interfaces. She walked the fire across bracing joints and reinforcement lines, keeping her orbit tight and mobile while maintaining pressure.

The basilisk rolled smoothly into a lateral strafe, continuing to rake targeted segments along the base structure while staying too fast and too high to be easily bracketed. Repulsors flared as she compensated for recoil and crosswinds, keeping her firing arc steady despite interference.
Below, the ground approach would no longer be clean.

She banked sharply, repositioning to maintain overwatch and adjust angles as needed.
"Targeting the supports at the base of the elevator, if you are in it or near it better get clear." her voice carried over military channels.

The basilisk roared again, cannons thundering as Aselia continued her controlled steady orbit around the structure looking to drop the damn thing on the convoy.

TAG: Adelle Bastiel 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall
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[Tarn Ekkard]

Location

: Santhe-Sienar Shipyards, Yaga Minor
Thread Objective: When the Sky Falls​

Mission Objective Kill Mandalorians on the station. The tower is the main refugee and citizen escape portal.
Allies: N/A Directly
Direct Engagement: Avast Verd Tyr Mereel

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The seam in the shields opened and the Mandalorian came through it with violence.

Reacting as quickly as he could before being stabbed in the heart, the DISFC commander put his hand up in defense. The vibroblade drove straight through Tarn's palm. There was a sharp crunch through reinforced glove and bone as the tip punched out the back of his hand. Blood followed immediately, running down his wrist and dripping from his elbow.

He did not recoil.

Instead of pulling away, Tarn forced himself forward into her space. His injured hand tried to close around her wrist and failed to fully obey him, fingers half-locking as the vibration of the blade tore through torn nerves. He used the motion of her strike to drive her knife arm upward, letting the weapon rip free from his hand as he shoved her forearm toward the ceiling.

He dipped under her raised arm before she could retract it.

His shoulder aimed into her centerline and he stepped tight against her side, forcing her blade arm hopefully high and straight above them both. His wounded hand slipped off the knife entirely and began doing his best to reach around Avast's belt for more knives, guns, or grenades. An active combat search. Un-harmed hand trying to find and lock around her other wrist.

"On me!" he barked.

Two troopers from the second line broke formation immediately. They abandoned their firing positions and crashed into the melee, boots skidding taking over the noise of blaster fire from the Diarchy side. Not many left after the three now taken out by the rotary cannon. One attacked her knife wrist with both hands, attempting to wrench it outward and prevent the blade from coming back down. The other drove low into her flank, arms attempting to warp around her waist and hip plates, trying to cinch her against Tarn's armored frame and limit her leverage. - Of course she would have her reactions to the attack and the men were doing their best to react in real time.

Someone grunted. A helmet rang as metal collided with beskar. The crush of bodies tightened.

Behind them, the shield line adapted. Rather than continuing the forward push, the interlocked shields pivoted outward, reforming into a tight arc that faced down the corridor. Rifles lowered as clear firing lanes disappeared. The formation closed in around the struggle instead of pressing ahead, locking edges together and bracing.

Tarn forced the cluster back half a step, trying to keep her between himself and the rotary cannon's angle. Blood slicked his glove and dripped freely now, but his grip held. His visor never left the rest of the corridor.
"Shields hold. No fire."

Bodies pressed tight. Shields locked. Marines crowded inward around their commander and the Mandalorian, attempting to restrict her limbs and pin her in place without collapsing their own formation. It became a contest of leverage and weight.

It was a grinding knot of armored bodies, any clean shot now carrying risk for both sides.

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• INVENTORY including Troopers.
• LO-VX Va'karis Shield System
• DAF Standard Legionary Combat Armor (S-LCA-1)
• DAF-19 "Vanguard" Rifle
  
  TARN ONLY:
• Myrmidon-Class Armor Phrik based with stealth plating and life-sign scanner
• "Whisperline" Breach Kit – grapple, cutter, and zero-sound detonation foam
• Vibro-Combat Knife"

"I am the law."

 

[Norbert Oro]

The Angels of Meu
Allies - Diarchy, Lilaste forces, Iron Creed
Support -Iron Creed
Current Objective - Assist The Iron Creed
Location - Objective 3 City Ruins
Manpower - 20 Elite Infantrymen
Equipment - LO-20D, LO-44 MKII, LO-RPG20, LO-12S, LO-22S, Beskar Vibro-Bayonet, T9-XO Exo-Suit
Ammunition - LO-AP 19, LO-AVM 1
Current Element Status - 10 KIA, 9 wounded, 1 fighting.

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Sariel stood silent in the gunship. He didn't agree with him, but he knew the paladin was wiser and didn't wish to fight. He listened to the vessel closely; it was all so quiet aboard that ship. Too quiet. He checked himself; he tried everything in his power to avoid looking at Norbert. Norbert continued to be unresponsive; he wasn't unconscious, but he wasn't conscious either. Many of the Angels feared he was brain dead.

Sariel looked at the Paladin and tried to break the silence:

"Quid nobis occurrendum est? Pluresne Mandaloriani?"

Tag: 'Sentinel' Janius Everwall

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Objective: 3 - Yaga Minor
Outfit: Nightsister Armour
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor Sword and Dathomiri Energy Bow
Opposition: Zinayn

The whip caught the Chiss's ankle. Branding him in a fashion due to the intense heat of the fiery whip, however, he was able to use his katana to slice the whip and disrupt the connection. Causing the green flames around his ankle to cease. Only the small fires burning the fabric would remain. Dreidi was cautious of the katana. It was not a standard metal and there was clearly some imbuement of the Force within it, a fact that only made sense since it was reckless to bring a sword that could not withstand a Lightsaber. And a Force User could imbue any weapon to increase the resistance.

He did not respond to her statements, Dreidi figured the pain deafened her words and she observed the way that the Force flowed through him. She could sense that he was using it to dull the pain, it made sense as she breathed in deeply. It was important that she used her patience, her calm thoughts in the moment and not rush recklessly into the fight. There was still a lot of unknown surrounding what this warrior could do.

When he charged at Dreidi, she instinctively disappeared into a puff of smoke, teleporting out of harm's way. Dreidi's instincts knew that she needed to avoid being in the way and would be far too slow in attempts to block the strike. It was lucky that she was a witch, not a Jedi or a Mandalorian. This fight would have been over in that moment. Dreidi was only alive because of her ability to instantly get away.

However, she did not move far. Appearing behind Zinayn, she pulled out her Lightsaber activating it and stabbing behind him. Aiming for a killing blow, she could not afford to show mercy in the moment and it was clear that Zinayn was not willing to risk the same. "You fight well. If I was anyone else, this would have been your victory." Dreidi whispered, confessing that he skills were something to admire and appreciate. However, she held her own talents and they ensured her survival at this moment.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Location: Santhe-Sienar Shipyards, Yaga Minor Orbit
Thread Objective: When the Sky Falls - Objective TWO
Mission Objective: Kill Mandalorians on the station. The tower is the main refugee and citizen escape portal.
Allies: N/A BUT I RIDE FOR MY DIARCHY
Direct Engagement: Itzhal Volkihar

Claw met claw and the two war mounts tore through plating together. Durasteel split under their combined mass and the outer hull of the structure gave way in a screaming rupture of metal and atmosphere. The Basilisk's weight and thrusters drove them through the wall and into the illuminated industrial chamber beyond.


Rellik had been rising from the saddle when it happened.


He had shifted forward, blade ready to strike at rider and machine alike, but the collision came a fraction sooner than anticipated. The force of it ripped him off balance. The saddle twisted under him and the Diarch was thrown free as the two colossi tangled. He hit the deck hard, rolled across sparking plating, and came up sliding on one knee as debris rained down around him.

Above, Pyrrhax slammed into the Basilisk in a grinding storm of scales and durasteel.

Rellik rose immediately and did not look back long.

"Below," he ordered through the bond. "Tunnel. Hunt."

The Adar resisted for half a heartbeat, rage and territorial fury surging through the link. It did not want to yield the kill. But the command held. Pyrrhax tore free from the wreckage in a violent twist, screeching in defiance as it battered the Basilisk once more before plunging down through fractured decking into the levels beneath, vanishing in a storm of sparks and collapsing girders.

Blaster pistols came up and fired as he advanced across the torn chamber floor. Rellik ignited Conviction in one smooth motion. The golden blade flared to life with a harsh gurgling snap as the first bolts struck it. Red energy shattered against gold, sparks cascading outward and scattering across the broken plating between them.

Rellik kept the blade close to his body, elbow folded inward near his chest, wrist turning just enough to catch and redirect the incoming fire. He did not swing wide. He did not chase bolts. Each deflection was minimal, controlled, angled away rather than theatrically returned. Actually using Makashi over Soresu. And for a very particular reason.

He watched the rhythm of the shots instead of the man. The cadence shifted as footing adjusted across unstable debris. When the tempo broke for the smallest fraction of a second, Rellik moved.

He cut diagonally through the gap between two shots, one bolt skimming past his shoulder plate as another burned through the air where he had been a breath earlier. He drove forward into close range. Using the force to augment his dash forward.

A hard stab aimed directly for the Mando'a's chest.


INVENTORY:

• Single bladed Lightsaber - Conviction
• The Blooded Seer Cloak
• The Consul's Ward - Body Armor
• Spear of the Star-Fallen King
• LO-20D Weapons platform - Ammunition for the LO-20D - LO- AP/19
• Wears a Beige Tunic, Leather gloves/boots.
• Has a utility belt with some basic medical items where he sheaths his saber.
• Comlink
• Datapad
• Pyrrhax