Junction ULTIMATUM | The Reclamation War | Enclave & GA Junction of Rothana/Seeratter

[Kahlil Noble]

Noble Estate
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"I can't promise I'll be whole, but I won't be broken." Kahlil smiled faintly as he reached up to pat the top of Valery's head. War always had this effect. And possibly why she was trembling as she did. The last time they'd faced down a Mandalorian he'd end up missing a couple fingers. Nothing as bad as it could've been, but even now there was a tingle in the cybernetics. They couldn't feel, but his mind still wanted to.

"Yeah. I hear they're finally opening that diner in town. Lets stop by there, see if their pancakes are as any good as ours." The Epicanthix had been busy building back home. A town would end up a city soon enough, and the diner certainly wouldn't be the last. He smiled, leaning down into the kiss for a longer moment than probably was needed. He was worried. The one Valery was seeking out was the same that had left them scarred before.

But they weren't the same this time around.

"I will. You stay safe, too."

Before The Battle
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"Keep this on you, at all times." Kahlil glanced between his two Padawans as he held out a simple looking charm to each of them. A runic sequence had been etched within, but he wasn't going to explain it yet. Better they don't know so they don't rely on what it could do. He wasn't smiling this time, his face calm yet tense. War. There was no more delay for it now. They were going to fight.

Hopefully not much, if he was being honest. His expression did break into a smile as he patted both their shoulders. "Be safe, both of you. And don't think you can't run. It's not cowardly to flee from a fight you know you can't win. Be safe." He couldn't stress that enough, but his attention turned to the planet as it came into view. "May the Force be with you both. When we're done here, we're going to a diner back on my home planet, mm? I hear they might make some good pancakes."

Shan Pavond | Katherine Holt

Current​

"Kahlil!"

"Don't worry, it's finished."

Time, for once, wasn't fully against him. Tunnels were a good defensive point only when they couldn't easily be caved in. Or poisoned, as it turned out. His gaze had shifted in worry for a brief moment as he took note of the gas that had started to flood forward, but Cora had already handled it. Not just blocked it, but made the airhole needed to vet it out. It was clever. And let him focus on the runic sequence he'd been carving into the stone of the room.

Much to the panic of the rebels within. Poison gas did little to boost their moral, especially when it was the younger Jedi defending against it while the elder seemed to just be doodling. They hadn't said anything, but Kahlil could tell they were certainly concerned. They had been since he started.

But now it was finished. The Force swelled through the complex series as he raised his hands, lighting up each part as the wave traveled through. Carving them by hand was time consuming, but the effect lasted longer. And in this case, necessary. Once crumbling pillars froze in place, halting the collapse. Reinforcing the walls. The sequence would keep them from being buried alive until their reinforcements arrived to help the rebels flee.

"You ready? I'm sure they'll be coming in soon." He stepped beside Cora, giving her a brief smile.

She'd been through too much. And now she was in war, again. On one hand he, like with all the Padawans really, wanted to keep her from the battlefield. But that wasn't their reality. And for everything she'd gone through, it'd be an insult to deny her.

"Valery talks you up quite a bit. I'm looking forward to seeing how well you've learned."

Valery Noble | Corazona von Ascania | Celt Saxon

 

[Tallara]

Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr Nikolai Messervy | CITY GANG | Open​

She stepped away from the window and put down the headset. "That's it. It's a burn."

The three of them, of course, had already moved gathered everything together that needed to be destroyed -- SIA mission protocol in cases like these were to wipe it all out. Extraction wasn't guaranteed, and even though they'd packed light, it was still too much to carry, especially in a war zone.

"Lock in comms." She tapped at the display on her wrist, then put in an earpiece.

"We're limited -- brass is saying they'll need to break Mandalorian lines in orbit before they can bring anyone in or out again, and that could take time. Our objectives are flexible, but ideally we disrupt the assault. The locals are dug in pretty well, so we'll have our pick of moments to strike. If we're able to take prisoners, take armours, great. If not, no loss.

"If things go too far south, we'll shoot for an extraction of the rest of the Twi'lek leadership. For now, we'll pick targets and hit hard. Jedi and marines are already engaged. We'll take to the edge of the city and disrupt the entry of their second wave, then pull back and pick off the first."

The apartment they were in rocked with a distant explosion. With the team packed and on their way, Tallara took that as the cue to blast the equipment they'd left.

She ran down the stairs, bounding from platform to platform in single steps, pushing herself forward with the Force. She checked her equipment one last time; not full combat gear, but not slouching in the concealed equipment. Though they'd packed light, they were well furnished.

The building was already mostly abandoned; a few stragglers were making their way to higher ground now, those who'd initially thought they'd stay and see things through, but lost hope when the fighting started. She concealed herself, made herself a shadow, and advanced just ahead of the spy and the soldier on their way to the city's walls.

 

[Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr]

LOCATION: City
LOADOUT: Armor | Rifle | Shotgun | Pistol | Knuckler | TacShovel | Energy Shield | Null Grenades
TAGS: Tallara Nikolai Messervy ; Open​

The Knight and Spy of this group were new to Mute. As a pathfinder, there have been times he may have needed to work with SIA or the Jedi. Mostly for information gathered for an assault, or were leading a mission. In this case, having just the threw of them were new to this individual. Extractions would be heavily limited. The attack force of a naval unit from the Mandalorians means that the civilians, or med-evacs of troops would have been a fools errand. Part of the job for these three, was to aid in the push back of these Mandalorians. To prevent any secondary waves, and to do what they could to clear a path for vehicles to leave space, and join the Galactic Alliance fleet, or get to a clear zone to exit via Hyperdrive.

Double-checking his gear one last time, Mute nodded to the both of them with the orders given. As a commando, he was well prepared to fight Mandalorians on their footing. Armor and weaponry may have been simple, but effective should it come down to it. For the time being, Mute loaded up the final rounds he needed in the shotgun. Close proximity, moving through an urban area, and Mandalorians with armor was not a good mix. Even if their armor could stop damage to the individual, it would absolutely still hurt by the force of being hit with the force of one.

Thumbs up, followed by a knife hand to circle around itself, motioned Mute was ready to move out. While he was on the communication lines with the other two, he likely would not be speaking at all. Like he normally did.

Following the footsteps of the Force User, he went down the stairs two or three at a time. The heavy thumps of his armor, and gear shook and echoed within the short travel of the stairwell. Sure, the Force User could clear that distance much faster than him, it was expected that as a more versatile combatant, that Tallara would be able to handle herself for some time for backup to arrive.

As soon as Mute reached the outside of the building, he lost sight of the would be Tallara. Expecting she was either well far ahead of them, or using stealth skills to slip past others in the force. As it tended to be with individuals who worked with the SIA. To mute, it was a marvel to see... well. not really but the point was made. To have special powers of some divine purpose and higher power, was something that Mute could have found useful in his own tasks. A tool to use to close the gap, or to shield himself. Even use offensively in powers to throw things or lightning. Yet, he was not, so the guns, and armors would have to do for now.

Rushing through baracade to cover, and out in the open for a little time as possible. While the Spy and Jedi could likely have just ran openly through the streets, Mute was not so fortunate. As just a human, he was mortal just as much as any of these civilians. Having to check every corner with his weapon to make sure a Mando wouldn't pop out at him. A slow and methodical process of clearing his way towards the wall. Finger ready on the trigger to put some hate down range.

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Hilal shouted in Mando'a before using her thrusters to punch the one of the soldiers across the jaw before spinning around unleashing a stream of flame from her flamethrower wrist setting fire to the many Galactic Alliance soldiers surrounding her.

As she soon as she was finished, Hilal turned and saw a man running around with some..... water? Hilal never saw him before, so he was probably hostile. "Hey you!" Hilal yelled holding up her autocannon. "Drop your weapon and surrender! Or you'll join your friends right behind me!"

"Sorry Ma'am. Can't do that." He said, spraying the freezing water he was controlling over the burning soldiers, as well as Hilal Vizsla , before coming to a landing in front of the mando, and igniting his saber. He wasn't here to be a soldier, but he knew he couldn't avoid a fight forever. He was her to support the troops, who seemed thankful for a jedi to be here. "Why don't you chill?"

 

[Relana Rekshara]

Objective 1: King of the hill
Equipment: 4 Blaster pistols, 2 bandoliers of grenades (1 Anti infantry, 1 anti tank) 6 grenades each, 5 remote det packs, 4 knives
Allies: Alliance troops and Ryloth forces
Enemies: mandalorian forces and other potential threats
"You can do this Reshi! Hold the line, hold the li-ahhh!" Reshi was panting and shook the dirt and dust off as a mandalorian rocket exploded a few meters away while she was psyching herself up. This was FAR from roughing up pirate thugs, this was war, but she coulden't fail the people of Ryloth. She grunted and kept moving, using her bottom two hands to let loose with her blaster pistols and her top two to throw grenades "Time to show them what I can do!" Reshi kept moving and firing, she knew all too well of the reputation of the mandos, their weapons, their armor "Sorry boys and girls, no visitors, run along home now!" with that she tossed one AT and one AP grenade at once, then sighted the Big Game, one of the mandalorian walkers was stomping up toward the defence lines...and right on top of one of her charges, she grabbed her detonator and with a flash and bang the walker lurched to the side, taking one last step before toppling over "Woo-hoo! Yes! Alright Reshi, stay focused, 4 more charges, 4 more walkers need to go down!" and with that she moved further down the defence line, still letting off her pistols

 

[Nikolai Messervy]

T H E C I T Y​

It wasn't that Nikolai was uncomfortable in head-on encounters. He had, after all, had his fair share of gunfights. He preferred a personal touch, of course -- sneak in, sneak out, and if anyone had to die make it look like an accident -- but he wasn't averse to it. But these Mandalorians, with their hulking armor, made a stealth application all but impossible. You needed something big to punch a hole in Beskar, and something big enough was going to be loud, too. And loud -- well, loud was trouble.

He was part of an unlikely trio of operatives to ensure Alliance intelligence didn't fall into the wrong hands. He had a personal interest in this, given what he knew about the curiously well-informed Mandalorians. Dollars to doughnuts there was someone in the Alliance establishment letting things slip, maybe intentionally and maybe not. A Senator, maybe, or some member of their staff. Someone in the military brass or their support team. Maybe even a senior Jedi, but that seemed least likely of all.

Jedi fell to the dark side, became Sith, as he understood it. They didn't fall to the Beskar side and become Mandalorians. First time for everything, he reminded himself.

But that could wait for another day. He nodded at Tallara and internally let a sigh of relief out. SIA burn protocols were meant to be used in extremis but now that they had the order, there was nothing left to be done. He finished checking his equipment: an SPS-25 Whisper that he usually carried, about which he was dubious as to its usefulness against Beskar if push came to shove, and a standard-issue blaster rifle. As a spook he didn't often get to play with the big guns, but he allowed himself an exception today.

He wanted to consult a map, but Tallara was off, and Messervy followed with Jaeiir. His footfalls were quiet and careful but no less speedy. "Any structural bottlenecks we can leverage?" he murmured into their shared comms channel. "Blow a bridge to keep 'em out, that kind of thing?"

Not quiet, but as long as they were here, in for a penny, in for a pound. He had some explosive in his kit and it had been a good, long time since he had blown something up.

Tallara | Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr | OPEN​

 

[Shai Maji]

RYLOTH | LESSU
ALLIES: Mandalorians
ENEMIES: Everyone else
ENGAGING: Valery Noble | BB-610
GEAR: In bio

IMMIGRANT SONG​

With the carnage raging around her in the streets, Shai focused on the comms chatter to zero in on where she was needed, though a gut feeling had her set up a rudimentary ping on Valery's commlink. To her dismay, it almost immediately started to beep. She was planetside already.

Shai took a deep, shaky breath and leapt into the air to let her jetpack come alive. Along the way, she saw the brutal fighting in the streets as Enclave soldiers clashed with the myriad of enemies flung against them. Her flight towards Valery turned into a scenic route as she fired down from the skies to disrupt enemy movements, something to break their concentration. But she couldn't linger. She needed to reach Valery first before anything else could happen.

Her sister finally came into view as the beeping picked up with intensity. "Valery!" She called out as she made a turn above and touched down, immediately yanking off her helmet to face her properly. "Thank kark I found you first." She spoke, looking down at the little droid that accompanied the Jedi. A faint smile crept up, but it quickly disappeared as she looked back at Valery. "You need to get outta here, Val. Please, take your people and go. This ain't a fight for the Jedi." She urged her, going so far as to close the distance between them. She held a hand out towards the droid, indicating that she meant no harm.

"I don't wanna see you or your paddies gettin' hurt, or my people gettin' put in a situation with 'em." She confided, hoping to get her sister off world.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Kranak Vizsla

Shooting stars burned across the sky. Zark gazed up and smiled.

Whether by the Force's will or simple battlefield psychology his brazen challenge did not go unanswered for long. One of the hydra's heads emerged from the chaos of this atrocity. He'd studied many warrior cultures to better understand them. Mandalorians could not resist an honorable fight, it was almost a kind of diplomacy. Time to brace for some aggressive negotiations.

Master San Tekka waved his hand and the rally master's guided missile veered off to one side seconds before impact. He marched calmly through the resulting hail of debris. Fragments of wall rattled off his armor even after the Jedi emerged from drifting smoke.

Zark closed his eyes and raised an empty palm.

Crumbling battlement defied gravity all around him.

"My turn."

Dust and stone hurtled up at the landing mandalorian giant like a flak barrage. His concentration split, San Tekka began to lose focus on his battle meditation. It flickered like a waning candle.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Before The Battle
Kahlil Noble | Shan Pavond​

Katherine raised an eyebrow, but accepted the charm nonetheless. She knew their Master didn’t do something without there being a reason, so she looked at the charm for a few moments. The Padawan felt something within it, but she didn’t question much further. Besides, now wasn’t the time and place for her usual curiosity and enquiries.

They had a job to do.

Her expression was one of seriousness, but she did smile when Kahlil patted her shoulder. She knew he wouldn’t have brought them here, if he wasn’t confident in their abilities. It meant a lot to Katherine in particular, especially after the failure in the Stygian Caldera, and what had followed as a consequence.

“May the Force be with you too, Master.” Katherine said, giving him a firm smile and nod. She then turned to look at her fellow Padawan, and did the same. “You too Shan.”

And with all that said, the trio of Master and Padawans split off towards their separate tasks.

Current
Location: Ryloth, Lessu
Objective: Stop the Mandalorians
Allies: GA/NJO
Enemies: The Enclave - Mevia Vizsla (Engaging)
Equipment: Lightsaber, Spear, Armour​

The winged Padawan let out a heavy breath, watching from above as carnage tore through the city of Lessu. Word of the Enclave’s actions on Rishi and Rodia had spread like wildfire, reaching neighbouring planets that had potential to be the faction’s next target. It was a bit of a surprise to learn that Ryloth had acted so swiftly, and yet at the same time it wasn’t that much of a shock.

Slavery had been a frequent point in Ryloth’s history, dating back several millennia. It didn’t matter how many generations had come and gone since those days, that kind of history was never forgotten. It was likely that Ryloth’s leadership saw a mirror of the past forming, of a welcoming hand curling into a tyrannical fist.

And they refused to bend the knee, despite the inevitable slaughter that would follow with the Enclave’s response.

Katherine sighed, her eyes scanning across the cityscape as she tried to locate an opportune spot to descend. She needed to find an opening where she could confront a single Mandalorian, hopefully without any other backup nearby. What confidence she had in her fighting ability, did not extend to a belief she could tackle multiple beskar-equipped opponents at once.

Her focus snapped to a particular Mandalorian, armour gleaming like gold in the light. It made the warrior stand out amongst her fellow fighters. Katherine followed after her, jumping from one rooftop to another as the Mandalorians fought across a number of streets. More and more Mandalorians were joining the golden warrior. So the Padawan waited, right until they entered what appeared to be a clothing store.

Katherine made a dash across rooftops to reach the spot, just getting there in time to hear Twi’lek death cries as they disintegrated. The Padawan scrunched her eyes shut, her hand tightening around the hilt of her lightsaber. A fire was burning within her, threatening to surface too early. But she pushed it down, let it simmer longer.

With a quick application of the Force, Katherine landed onto the ground just outside of the store. She landed with a thud, though nothing close to the resounding noise of beskar hitting concrete. Katherine stood up, her back facing Mevia initially. She was wearing a large cloak, far larger than she ought to have been wearing. But it was there to obscure her wings, keep them hidden for as long as possible. It was just a byproduct that it made for an imposing, broad shouldered impression as the Padawan stood up to her full height.

However, the illusion was quickly shattered when Katherine turned around to face her opponent. Revealing a more slight, but athletic form beneath the cloak. A mane of fiery red hair, tied up into a tight bun. She brushed her cloak aside, revealing armour underneath as she grabbed her lightsaber.

“Your crimes stop here, Mandalorian.” Katherine's voice was calm and collected, blue blade igniting as the Padawan stared Mevia down.

 

[Gar Shale]

RISHI GRAND FLEET
~In memory of The Quartermaster~

FLEET COMPOSITION:

Spoiler

The Mhor [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | The Mhor
Buruk [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser
Ca'tra [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser
Dini'la [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser
Gedin'la [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser
Haastal [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser
Kyramla [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser
Marev [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser
Nau'ur [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser
Gaht'yc [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Buurenaar-class Carrier Cruiser
Keldab [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Buurenaar-class Carrier Cruiser
x23 TRC-38 Iviin-class starfighters squadrons
x6 TRC-44 Akaan-class gunships squadrons
x12 TRC-48 Jurkad-class assault dropships squadrons

OBJECTIVE: Achieve/maintain aerial supremacy
ALLIES: Tawnita Wren | Vemric Keldra | SKULL SQUADRON | Open
NEUTRAL: Lossa Darcuhl | Mig Gred | Open
OPPOSITIONS: Amelia von Sorenn | Groyuc & Konaasch | REVENANT SQUADRON | Open

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THE MHOR, RYLOTH ORBIT, GAULUS SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

The Galactic Alliance. An old ally, as they all said. Catching up with what happened within and around The Enclave for the past 20 years wasn't a hard task to do, only a bunch of readings. The legendary Quartermaster died, the great war ended, they tucked their tail between their legs and marched back home a victor. Or so they thought. In a war, the most dangerous threat is not your opponents. We crush them, we always do. The greatest threat is your allies, who might come out of the war in a better situation than you did, and leveraged that fact to gain another step towards galactic supremacy. And that was exactly what happened between The Second Great Hyperspace War and now. The Enclave didn't actually lose the war, yet they also didn't come out on top. After the war, isolation, on the barren cold desert. Meanwhile, the Alliance got a free-reign over the galaxy, painting the galactic hyperspace map with that treacherous blue like it's an abstract painting. You called that a victory?

We've slumbered for way too long, and when the youth revolution swept the street of Tor Valum and finally woke up the sleeping giant, when WE decided to RIGHT the WRONGS, they have the audacity to play peacekeeper and enforce moral high-ground. NONSENSE. In Rishi Enclave we have this saying; Mandalorians issues are none of your business. We might have a decent relationship with the Rishii and the provisional Human-Zabrak government, but when it comes to OUR business, they have no say. AT ALL. And that's also in the Catechism written by The Quartermaster before her demise, yet one that has been ignored for way too long. It's a good thing that Rishi Enclave has regained our rightful place within the Enclave society, I would say, it's a good thing that Gar Shale is here to join The Enclave in our rightful Crusade, and it's a good thing that Rishi Grand Fleet has swore its allegiance to protect The Enclave's aerial supremacy.

The Mhor. What a magnificent flagship. A Star Destroyer firepower in a Heavy Cruiser body, an impenetrable bastion, the Pride of Rishi. It took us years of bloods, sweats, tears and countless raids to plan, build, and eventually finish this man-made marvel, but it's all worth the pains and tribulations if she managed to ace her biggest challenge yet. An open air battle with the Alliance and their tested navy. Supported by eight Bralir-class Dreadnought Cruisers and two Buurenaar-class Carrier Cruisers, The Mhor heads the Rishi Grand Enclave, taking our positions amongst The Enlcave's finests. The two Buurenaar-class Carrier Cruisers, Gaht'yc and Keldab, are positioned to the East and West of the Ha'rangir-class Star Destroyer respectively, anchoring the planetary blockade of Ryloth, while the eight Bralir-class Dreadnought Cruisers flanked The Mhor on a flexible turtling formation, offering protection to the forward base of operations and preventing as much of hostile landing on the planet.

<This is Tyatr'alor Gar Shale of The Mhor and Rishi Grand Fleet, entering formation. The Mhor will head the flexible battle formation right at the center, flanked by, from left to right; Dini'la, Marev, Buruk, Haastal, Ca'tra, Nau'ur, Kyramla, Gedin'la. Flanking and encirclement of enemies' fleets will be the plan A, with twenty three starfighter squadrons ready to be unleashed. Enemy's quantity advantage is expected and has been taken into account. Possible League fleet led by aruetyc Mando'ade are also approaching for evacuation, DO NOT ENGAGE UNLESS THEY DOES FIRST. We aim to maintain aerial supremacy, and we all know that we will. Make them run like we always do. Godspeed and Manda bless The Enclave.>

Spoiler

Arrive. Deploying into formation. Waiting for oppositions.

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[Shan Pavond]

Before Battle
Tags: Kahlil Noble Katherine Holt ​

The charm seemed to catch Shan off guard. Why were they being given a gift like this just before going into battle? Either way, the Mirialan would attach the charm onto his robes, making sure to keep it close to him. The Padawan wasn't looking forward to fighting, but he couldn't just stand back and let his fellow Jedi go out whilst he stayed behind. Unlike Kahlil and Katherine, Shan wasn't able to bring a smile to his face, ironically enough considering he was all smiles when he first arrived at the temple.

The idea of running if things got hard wasn't something Shan wanted to entertain. In his eyes, as long as he didn't give up, he wouldn't really lose a battle...But at the same time, this wasn't the time for that kind of thinking. He had to focus on survival as well right now. There were still things he wanted to do, so he couldn't just let himself die because of some pointless pride. His main focus was going to be helping the Twi'lek citizens try to escape anyway. Fighting was going to be a last resort for him.

"We've got this Master. We'll be fine. May the Force be with both of you." The Mirialan gave his master and fellow Padawan a sharp nod, before making sure he had everything he needed ready. There was no way he was going to forget something important for this battle. Lightsaber, check. Medical equipment, check. Blaster, check. Alright, he was ready.

Current
Location: Ryloth
Objective: Help Civillians
Allies: NJO/GA
Opposition: The Enclave
Equipment: Lightsaber - Blaster
Tags: Open
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Blast it! The sight of Ryloth wasn't something Shan had been ready to see. He understood how the Sith could cause so much destruction, but the Mandalorians were meant to be honourable warriors, were they not? His opinion of the culture still hadn't fully matured yet. He had seen good Mandalorians, but at the same time he saw the destruction and pain they could cause right in front of him. The rubble and craters that were laying around his feet and the streets. There were potentially people trapped in the buildings and Shan was going to do his best to help them out as he rushed forward, trying to see what he could sense around him.

More sounds of death and destruction echoed around the Mirialan as he tried to keep his focus. Don't panic. Don't stress. He wanted to be the rock that the civilians around him could rely on to keep them safe. To add to that effect, he ignited his lightsaber, letting the green light be a beacon to them, to show that he was there to aid them as best as he could.

The skies were ablaze with lights as ships, droids and drop-pods seemed to be neverending. How did someone even deal with all of this? There was a part of Shan that wanted to run off in the direction of them, but that was a foolish idea on his part. His focus was on the people who needed to escape. He would not be able to make a dent in the invading forces, but saving even one life would be good enough for him. "Keep moving forward! If anyone falls, make sure to help them up! You're not alone! Rely on each other." He attempted to yell over the sounds around him, clenching his fist in frustration. This was potentially worse than what happened on Elom...

A fallen Twi'lek caused Shan to stop in his tracks for a moment, reaching down to help them up and look towards the direction of where he was having the civilians move to try and get to somewhere safe. Now that he had stopped as well, Shan could also sense some life in one of the buildings that had been partially reduced to rubble from the destruction around them. "You! Take them and keep moving. I need to help get more people." The Padawan handed the fallen Twi'lek off to a member of the group before rushing towards the building and starting to move some of the rubble by hand.

What was he doing? Why was he relying on doing this stupid by hand and not using the Force? Was he afraid that his frustrations would bubble over into the Force he was using? That he'd give into his frustrations and anger like he did on Elom?...No. No. He couldn't think on that. The longer he took, the more in danger the people would be. So Shan focused on the Force, letting it aid him in moving the larger pieces of rubble and debris, to allow the Twi'leks to start crawling out from the buildings. Blast, this was exhausting.

 

[Jackson Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Tarre Priest

War was always an interesting prospect for a Jedi. They did not back down from it, yet they lived to avoid it at all cost. There were times they simply let the events of the galaxy play out to see what it would reveal. Jackson was not so patient. There were certain evils in the world that needed to be dealt with, and the sooner the better. He did not understand those who would sit back and do nothing. His impulsiveness was certainly a Lesan trait, but it was also something he got from his mother.

She was a mandalorian. It was what made this particular conflict interesting. Jax did not recall anyone other than his uncle who knew the truth. Had she not died when he was so young it would have been likely he would know more of the language than he did. As it was he was nominally familiar with it. He had not even told Cortana Jade , about his lineage. When had it ever mattered?

Conflict.

It was the one constant Jackson Lesan knew. He was always at conflict within himself, but action was still required. He would fight if it came to it. Which it seem that it had. Recent actions by both parties saw conflict between the Galactic Alliance and the Mandalorians as inevitable.

Why?

Because of altercations with Jedi?

Those were the rumors as they stood. Jackson was not privy to all of the information, but he had heard enough to know that somewhere in the middle of it all was something to do with the New Jedi Order. Today, however, it was Ryloth that called for help. It seemed that the Mandalorians and the Twi’leks were at odds, and blood had been spilled. They would aid Ryloth, but what would be the cost of it?

War was coming.

It was the only thought Jackson could hold onto as he leaped off the dropship and onto the desert floor. It was hot, humid, and a godforsaken wasteland. Were it not for the biodomes which existed most of the Twi’leks would still be forced into caves and tunnels. There were still those who lived like that, but Confederate influence and technology had seen many of them embrace life on the surface.

That was where Jackson would be fighting. A group of Twi’lek freedom fighters were stationed to keep the mandalorian forces at bay. Jax was told to give them support. He was a padawan. Yet, he was facing war. Jax was nervous. Would he walk away from this alive… what about all the anti-force technology? The training class about how to deal with Mandalorians in battle was not as helpful as he had hoped.

Whatever happened, Jackson was there, and he was as ready as he was going to be.

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova's grinned didn't falter as she turned her head in the direction of a particular mouthy Green. Take her chances with the Alliance? Seriously? She didn't even think of herself as being from Ryloth, and yet Zlova felt like she knew more about its history them half the population. Probably because her time among the Sith and being an... acquisition herself meant she had first-hand experience with what 'chance' got the people of Ryloth. The Confederacy and then the Enclave had stemmed the abductions and starved the markets for their kind. And revolt was the thanks they got when the Enclave started getting its shit together again?

A good, rugged individualist attitude was appreciated by the Lethan atop the Basilisk, but if you didn't have the strength to stand on your own it wouldn't hurt to make sure you didn't end up in a cage at least.

Speaking of outrageous displays of independence, Zlova's golden eyes sparkled at the sight of the mouthy one hefting a rocket launcher in her direction. Be still her beating heart, this cutey was going to try murdering her!

"Hup!" Zlova launched herself into the air in an arch in Aana Xyston 's direction as the missle sailed beneath her. It exploded near the top of the Basilisk causing the war mount to stop stomping down the road from the sudden intrusion. A brief return fire was issued from its turrets before doing silent as Zlova descended back to the ground below in its line of fire.

Nice thing about Basilisks was they didn't need her to steer them. The orbital drop was all the use she had of it. They could go secure the nearby square or something.

"Rockets are so impersonal. Like the Galactic Alliance's Senate drooling over how they'll carve up Ryloth while you pretend to have 'representation' among... how many other worlds, again?" Zlova smiled. "Talk or fight?" A long, curved blade was drawn out from over her shoulder. "I'm dying to see how you dance."

Tag: Aana Xyston | Open
Nearby: Kahlil Noble | Katherine Holt | Shan Pavond | Tallara | Kyor "Mute" Jaeirr | Nikolai Messervy

 

[Valery Noble]

Ryloth

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Outfit:Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsaber | Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Shai Maji BB-610

For a long moment, Valery stood with her eyes closed and felt the Force surge on the planet as fellow Jedi made their stance against the Mandalorians. Through its currents, she felt Silas Westgard , brave and calm as always, ready to stand up against the Galaxy's greatest threats. Together with Kahlil Noble , she felt Corazona von Ascania , who had gone through so much recently, but was still willing to put herself out there to help others.

Shan Pavond and Katherine Holt were among the Jedi on the planet too, not just to fight but to save as many Twi'leks as possible. Every Jedi she felt, whether they had a connection to her or not, was pure of heart, and Valery was confident that they'd accomplish what they came here for.

"May the Force guide you all..." she whispered before turning to Bee again. "I'm not leaving your side either, buddy. We're making it out of here together." She smiled briefly at the little BB-unit and flashes of their first meeting passed through the forefront of her mind again. They had gone through a lot together already, but none of the confrontations, battles or missions they had been on scared her as much as this one.

Not because she feared she wouldn't make it back home, but because she was searching for someone she cared about.

When Shai Maji finally made her descent, the kiss from Kahlil Noble came to mind again — he knew she was here to confront Shai, and he knew how dangerous it could be. As far as Valery was concerned, Shai was the Enclave's greatest warrior, and while Valery shared that position from her own side, it meant that neither of them were going to get out unharmed if a clash were to follow.

But she had promised him that she'd make it back home.

"Shai..." Valery began with a deep frown while Shai started talking and tried to urge her to leave. But the way Valery looked at her sister already made it clear that she wasn't going anywhere. "I'm not leaving Shai, and I was hoping that you'd be here to urge your people to stop this. I understand that the Twi'leks have angered you, but all this aggressive action to claim control over planets again just..." she sighed and shook her head, before taking a moment to glance at Bee again.

"I don't want to see anybody get hurt, but I will do what I must to protect the Twi'leks, as well as my own people."

 

[Domina Prime]

Look Alive

This is gods plan someone stop me
Evil Scriptures Written on My Body
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Better use your manners when you talk about me
If you said you lookin ain't to hard to find me



Jonyna Si | Ko Vuto | Vulpesen | Tallara
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Domina found herself cackling and laughing almost whimsically as she bounces from one foot to the other, lashing her leg outward in powerful, deadly strikes that the young Jedi dodged, blocked and avoided but struggling to gain any momentum of his own as Dima kept him on the defensive by forcing him to question which attack was truly an attack and which was a distraction meant to draw his focus and lead to an opening she could take advantage of.

During one of her attacks however he took an opening of his own! Lifting his own leg and attempting what looked to be a hefty roundhouse kick as Dima landed both of her feet evenly on the ground and lifted all four of her arms in a crossed, X-like shape over her torso as she took the strike square to her armored chestplate. The added power from the force sending The Xeno flying back into a nearby wall and smashing into it causing her to smash some of the wall panels and devices embedded into the wall as electrical sparks went flying everywhere.

In this brief moment however Dimas tail struck outward just before Ko was able to hand back on his feet after his attack, mainly swiping the bladed barbed end of her tail directly towards his upper chest area closest to his saber hand.

It was the most obvious counter attack! So certainly it would be expected? Well partially correct. What Ko would likely not see as that tail of hers lashed out towards him was her two pairs of lower arms gesturing ever so slightly, a quite literal flick of her wrist had suddenly and very bizarrely from her hands shot outward what appeared to be a brightly, azure colored ropes...silk?

One rope was aimed towards the very first of Ko's legs that would inevitably land on the ground after his kick had landed, while the other rope of silk was aimed towards his opposite arm from his saber holding hand.

"Fun night for a run yes?" Dima quipped mischievously before suddenly just...blasting off to the side and into one of the long corridors of the Galactic Alliance Capital Ship.

The silk attached to him would stretch for about a split second before essentially turning into a literal securing rope with extremely strong tensile strength. And in that moment as Dima 'fled' the silk attached to him would suddenly go taught, and Ko would be witness to just how physically domineering Domina was. Practically running full sprint down the corridor and almost like a wild animal dragging their owner along to the pace of their own fun Dima would do much of the same, dragging him along with that powerful silk as she turned another corner, the sheer speed and momentum of the alien woman powerhousing through the ship likely enough to slam Ko into walls and along the floor painfully until he figured out how to either stop the amazonian daughter of Manda or how to sever the silk keeping him tied to the trainwreck of a woman.

Curiosity was also getting the best of her. After all she had never been on such a massive, fancy looking ship before and the Galactic Alliance certainly had class judging from how nice everything was. Dima giggling girlishly and looking around the ship like an imp as she casually proceeded to attempt dragging the Padawan along with her rather he wanted to or not.

COMBAT SUMMERY

Ko's roundhouse kick lands, slamming Dima back into a wall
Dima uses Tail to faint what would be an easy counter attack to draw reaction
Dima instead uses Azure Silk, attaching two ropes of silk to Kos leg and shoulder
Domina Proceeds to POWERSPRINT through the ship, DRAGGING Ko along with her violently
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[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Ryloth |
| TAG: Valery Noble | Shai Maji |


As Valery stood to reflect on the moments that had led her to this path, so too did her droid. BB-610 may not be one with the Force, but that wasn't reason not to think of his friends. The Galactic Alliance had offered him shelter when nobody else in the galaxy would, they looked beyond the astromech's Imperial surface and accepted him for what he proved to be. He'd formed friends during his time with the Eternal Empire, but nothing of any sentiment was given to the faction at large. Akin to a stray puppy in need of love, BB-610 had eagerly followed the first person patient enough to give him the time of day. They could have been Jedi, Sith, Mandalorian, or slaver -- he was far too touch-starved to care.

Valery had changed that. He'd always been wary of humankind, but she'd showed him differently. The galaxy, as cruel as it may be at times, was worth protecting, and it wasn't until Valery that he'd realized that. The Alliance gave him purpose, he followed their ideals, their motives. The Nobles were his family, but the friends he'd made from every corner of the faction he now served only strengthened his resolve. Already had BB-610 taken after Valery quite a lot: her maternity, her sense of justice. She had given him the self-worth that he'd sorely lacked, and their bond had birthed an urge to be brave. What once was reluctance was now stubborn determination, just like the Sword of the Jedi. That's what he'd taken most after.

Her bravery.

So when the Mandalorian approached them, no longer would BB-610 roll behind the Jedi's legs like he once did, afraid of confrontation. The astromech stood proud, loyal and obedient, watching attentively as two close friends fruitlessly negotiated. He knew Valery's stance, and if the Mandalorian were anything like her, the two of them would be at a stand-still for the rest of time.

Bouncing his focus between the pair, BB-610 inched forward, wobbling in place to get the Mandalorian's attention. Bweeping softly, he introduced himself, mentioning how Valery had spoken very highly of her to him. Casting a brief, backwards glance to the Jedi, BB-610 continued, chirping in gentle droidspeak as he said that while he's not met many Mandalorians, he's certain the two can reach a middle-ground. Bringing his focus back to Shai, the astromech whirred a synthetic whine, telling her that they'd just ended one war; they didn't need to start another.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Orbit Over Ryloth
Tag: Domina Prime | Jonyna Si

Ko found that his kick was a lot more impactful than he initially intended for it to be. But considering who he was dealing with and the durable armor the mandalorian woman wore he knew that it wasn’t going to stop her on its own. Smashing Dima’s body into the hull, he was quickly reminded of her tail. Reacting to defend against the extra appendage the best that he can.

But this was just another ruse from the alien warrior. Putting himself into a defensive position and distracting him from her true plan. Looking back up at Dima to see that she was now… gooing on him? Yucky.

Ko quickly realized what the ropes were, however, his mind suddenly forming similarities between Dima and various arachnid predators he was knowledgeable about. Hearing her words he simply uttered, “Huh?” Before feeling the powerful and forceful tug against the sticky silk ropes as Dima began her charge out of the hangar. His body falling to the ground and getting harshly dragged behind her.

What happened next was a bit of a chaotic blurr for him. As his world began to spin as he got knocked around on the floor and walls like a pinball as Dima dragged him through the ship. She was like a speeding muscle car for anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in her way during her rampage. Getting crushed, rammed, or knocked away violently. All the while Ko could only focus on trying not to get too hurt from all the tumbling he was enduring. Leaving no real room for strategising or any other kind of higher thought. Just not dying right now would be nice.

Dima ran through a great deal of the ship and even repeated her path at some points. But eventually the mandalorian amazonian reached the bridge of the ship. Full of complicated controls and computers that had access to just about every aspect of the ship from engines to life support, as well as heating and cooling systems. Also defense, can’t forget about defenses.

However, the sudden appearance of an imposing mandalorian woman was a shocking sight to the naval officers and captains within the ship’s bridge. “AHH! What is that thing!?” One of them shouted out in a panic. On the bright side now, Ko wasn’t being dragged across the ship anymore. The downside is that he had just been dragged across the ship. Laying on the cold metal floor behind Dima for just a moment before igniting his saber once more and finally severing the silk ropes that connected him to her.

With sore, sluggish but determined movements Ko began to slowly pick himself back up off the floor through labored breaths. “C-Captain… The ship is compromised…” Ko said addressing the head officer on the bridge. Fearing that if immediate action wasn’t taken then a lot of lives here could be lost. “E-Evacuate the ship now!” The padawan shouted. Knowing full well that he was in no position to be barking orders like that. So it was more of a passionate recommendation to the officer.

Hoping his suggestion was taken seriously Ko tried to straighten his posture and gather his Force Energies before throwing his clawed hands out to try and push Dima into the transparisteel window in hopes of launching her out into the vacuum of space.

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

Objective: #3 Go fight on Ryloth
Location: Ryloth
Equipment: M.I. Model 8 flamethrower | Sword |M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2 | Thermal Detonators | Magnetic Detonators | Perun's Call
Enemies: GA
Allies: Mandalorian Enclave
Engaging: Cailen Corso

Vulcan had rifled through his mail on this clear but cold day, he placed his marmalade-smothered toast back on the plate to read the notice as it was an official notice. He was to go to Ryloth, the planet that forgot how to spin. The GA was poking around there, after a stretch of radio silence.

Finally, the fighting has picked up again. With his toast eaten, Vulcan prepared his weapons, he couldn't decide what to bring, so he got them all. It's better to go with more than not enough. A Mandalorian never goes without adequate firepower.

Vulcan even thought blandly if he would get to destroy a mountain again. One of his finest hours. He faced a losing battle with his unruly and frizzy hair as he made it lie down to fit his helmet on his head.

He gave up and quietly closed the shop and affixed a notice of closure due to the Ryloth engagement. He knew it was untidy and messy but he had little time to correct it.

The journey there wasn't too bad, his Astromech off-shot the destination by several sectors, which did not make it any easier to get to the stuck planet, he had landed there after days of being stuck in his X-Wing, and he also had a funny feeling that the dear little Mech had just swore at him. Not surprising as there had been little to do in Hyperspace.

Vulcan had a prickly feeling he was being watched, Ryloth was not bereft of wildlife that wanted to make a Ubese Kabab out of him so he needed to keep out of the undergrowth if he could help it.

So far he has not found anyone to fight with and knowing his luck, he won't have to wait long.

 

[Rolin Voss]

ROLLING THUNDER
The Alliance sends their Armor to meet the Mandalorians head on....​

Location: En Route To Engage Mandalorians
Equipment: Standard GADF Armor l Sidearm l Fancy New Boots l Smackin' Shovel
Tank Column: Five Terenta Class Battletanks
Tank 1: "Locals Only" COMMANDING
Tank 2: "Diplomatic Immunity"
Tank 3: "Cheap Beer"
Tank 4: "Prom Queen"
Tank 5: "Comeback Kids"
Tank 6: "Fame vs Infamy"
Engaging: OPEN


The moment they touched down on the planet, he had turned 26. On his 26th birthday, exactly one hour to the day he was born, he was not eating cake with his family. He was not at home, surrounded by loved ones. Surrounded by hope, love, and life. Well-wishes, wrapped gifts, quiet conversations with his father. He was here, in a war that no one wanted. He was here, to fight, to kill, and to push back the Mandalorians. Truth be told, he was scared, reasonably. Outside of a few peacekeeping and presence operations, he had not been in a large-scale combat operation like this.

His tank column- the "Boxers", had been tasked to reinforce the most eastern part of the defenses, where a great many number of Mandalorian war droids and personnel had broken through. The six tanks were picked at random, and pulled from other assignments. Rolin had been given command out of rank alone. He was a newly-minted First Lieutenant. All things considered, it wasn't shaping up to be a good day.

His head stuck out of the driver's seat, while his gunner did the same, looking through a pair of binoclaurs, keeping an eye out for the Mandalorians they were rolling on. Rolin turned his head to look back at his gunner, a senior enlisted man that went by Cannonball. Some said it was because of his slight gut, but as Rolin understood, an incident at a embassy party in front of horrified socialites at a shirtless group of soldiers doing the cannonball into a pristine reflecting pool was the reason.

He liked both of them.

Rolin packed a lip of chewing tobacco. Normally, a cigarra or something to that effect would calm his nerves, but fire on a tank with live munitions were not good. Rolin turned his head as bombers and low-level aircraft screeched towards the enemy lines, dropping massive payloads that culminated in large swathes of explosions across the horizon. Towards where they were going.

"Clearing a path, sir." Cannonball said, putting down the Binoclaurs as he buttoned up, preparing to take his duty as a gunner on the tank. He said it in such a way t

Rol turned back towards the street, as he passed wounded GADF Soldiers, local militia running towards the fray, and flinching as incoming mortar and blaster fire whizzed by his head and impacted around him.

He spoke into the comms headset, wiping some sweat from his brow.

"All Tanks, this is Actual. ETA to forward position is five minutes. Do all last-minute checks and spool up for combat."

He let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

As best he could, at least.

"Oh yeah. Almost forgot. Heard it was your birthday sir."

The entire comms channel lit up, even ones not in the column, either sarcastically or genuinely wishing Rolin a happy birthday.

Rolin couldn't help but smirk and laugh, even as the situation grew more dire and violent the closer they got to the objective.

The Mandalorians had come again, and the terror they wrought thousands of years ago was well worth the stories. The skies were ablaze, the city was on fire, and every single man, woman, and child felt the fear that was facing them. Their stories and legends seeemd to be only half-truths. Rolin had never seen such a vulgar display of power, of violence. It bothered him that even such a capability for it- and here, only a fraction of their power, their violence, their hatred had been unleashed. The Alliance did well to worry over them. To fret and to toil.

But the Mandalorians were not facing cowardly defenders.

"We hold the line, troopers. Us or them, and I pick them."

 

[Vulpesen]

Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Mandalorian tin heads
Tags: Open

Location: Lessu Streets

Loadout: Lightsaber, Varos Cloak, Kits yelp bracers, 25 daggers, 3 rhak skuri gas grenades, 3 EMP grenades, 3 Frag Grenades, 3 totems of the familiar (Kreehawk, Kathhound, Acklay), Shadowfox Amulet, Raven wing pack, Fennec Pistol

Units: Trident Company of the Veran Royal Guard (~120 soldiers | 5 VSF Lupas), 5th Veran Battalion of the Armis Militia (~1000 Soldiers | 40 VSF Lupas, 10 Active)


"Garlan, Watch your right!" the Valde shouted over the chaotic din of battle. The mandalorians were fierce, and it seemed asthough they never stopped falling from the sky. The dire wolves of his company seemed to never stopped firing, their anti-material rounds piercing through Basilisks and throwing back beskar plated mandalorians. It was that same beskar that made the business of repelling the mandaloraisn so tricky. Those that could afford the durable armor were only felled by the right weapon, or a saturation of fire so complete, that it found any gap like water found the crack in a container.

To his left Vulpesen heard a curse as a mandalorian's armor started to quiver and shake, vibrating so violenctly that the man inside was becoming sick, though such would be the least of his problems as the issue continued. Garlan had given him a shot from the VSF armory's newest weapon, the VSF Shiba. Its invention had maybe been a bit cruel in its targeted nature, but such was the way of war. Adapt and overcome. Vulpesen had learned that years ago.

"Boss, things are gettin' kinda hot around here!" the captain yelled, sending a trio of grenades into an alley that had filled with a squad of mandalorians. The concussive blast alone was enough to render them little more than canned jelly. Behind him, a squad of zorrens had pounced on a team of mandos that had been trying a flanking maneuver on the Veran command element. That was the other trick for killing tin heads. The Zorrens were physically stronger, and their claws were perfect for digging at those chinks in the armor.

"Try having a sith lord catch you on fire! Now keep it up! We're pushing them back!" His ears buzzed with casualty reports as they pushed on. Trident company was one of, if not the best unit on Veradune. Yet even they couldn't expect to face a foe like this without losses. Each one aggrieved Vulepsen, but they still held the advantage of defense, something his men were putting to great effect with the aid of the Galactic Alliance forces.