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

[Jan Beroya]

+ENCLAVE PAGECLAIM+​

RAXSHIR
STAR DESTROYER | RYLOTH
ALLIES: Nelliel Kryze | Amarantha Bralor | Dant Zeerno | Korso Rook | Yolaghun | ENCLAVE
ENEMIES: Kelly T. Perris | Wedge Draav | @the rest of Revenant Squadron - I'm lazy | GA | HELLION
ENGAGING: Catch me if you can
GEAR: In bio (including "starfighter" Kad)

APOCALYPSE​

A haunting howl.

That is what could be heard through the clouds.

And then a Basilisk thundered into existence, particle turret whirring, loosing golden bolts onto enemy craft that started to congregate around the Haran'gir over the city.
"Nice one, Boy." Jan told the Basilisk as she sat in the droid's cockpit.
://: Easy pickings. ://: Kad's monotone could be heard.
A smirk formed on the young Beroya's face behind her helmet. This was where the Vlemoth Port Mando'ade were in their element - the skies. Up in orbit, her fleet operated under Nam's command alongside other Enclave vessels - where they belonged. But she had a different command this time....

<Skull Squadron, Raxhsir Actual.> Jan heralded the squadron under her command. <Whatever we do, that lady hanging over the city needs to be kept safe. Whoever and whatever gets in your way, let 'em have it. No quarter.> she told them over squad-comms. She had little sympathy for Ryloth after what they had done.

Where you seek Haran, you will find him.

And Haran has come.

" This is Switchblade, moving to engage the enemy. "

<Happy hunting, Switchblade, but don't wander too far off where we can't have your tail.> Jan said as she kept point on the squadron as they made their way to the monstrous Star Destroyer of the Enclave that served as FOB for ground forces. <The rest of you, spread out on my flanks to cover that pretty goddess' ass. Manda be with you.> she then told the rest of the flight.

It was right about then that blips started to show up on Kad's radar.
://: Alliance, seems like. ://: he told her while keeping his trajectory to the Haran'gir.
"Of course it is. They have to interfere in everything, even if it ain't their business." Jan grumbled. <Skull Squadron, we have bandits poking around. Weapons primed and be ready to remind them what happens if you cross Haran'gir.> she told them. She couldn't physically see the enemy craft yet, but just as they appeared out of the clouds, the Alliance could do the same.

The Raxshir wanted nothing more than to bring Haran down on these monks and cultists.

"You ready, Boy?" she asked Kad as he banked to take a place on the Star Destroyer's flank.

In answer, the rotary turret on his fore readied.

://: I was made to be ready. ://: came the deadpan.

 

[Vren Rook]

ALLIES: Tawnita Wren | Gar Shale | ENCLAVE
ENEMIES: GA | HELLION
ENGAGING: Not planning on anyone, but if I come for you, best pray.
GEAR: In bio

JUDGEMENT DAY​

What was happening?

The Enclave wasn't the one he had help build all those years ago anymore. It was something else. And so was the planets that had once welcomed them like friends.

Nowadays, killing your friends seemed on par in the Galaxy.

Vren had to be the one to stand in front of Sem and Jorhe's families and tell them that their husbands and father were killed in a riot. Even after 30 years in the job, it still wasn't easy to do a notification. He had to do it more often now, but it remained difficult for the Guildmaster.

Those notifications are what had him hanging in obrit over Ryloth now. He owed his former colleagues that much. In his eyes, revenge was a fool's game, but what had transpired on this planet had nudged him ever so slightly into resentment.

://: You seriously don't need more wrinkles. ://: Nag broke through his thoughts as they remained on the fringes of the blockade standoff.
"You can't even see my face right now so I have no idea what you're talking about." he told her.
://: I don't need to see it to know you're frowning. ://: she countered. ://: What's eating you? ://:
If it wasn't for the helmet, Vren would have been rubbing his temples. "You were there with me. Those little Rodian kids will never know their dad. Just because some people had to be stupid." he grumbled.
Nag rumbled. ://: It's not your fault...://:

But then she was interrupted by a voice that shattered Vren's world all over again.

"Enclave Fleet dispatch, this is Tawnita Wren of the Mother Abbess. Tee Wren of the Mother Abbess. We have begun to engage the enemy. Clearing a path and supporting dropships. At your disposal. Happy to be tapped into tactical and follow orders."

"Enclave Dispatch, this is Tee Wren. I am not a ghost!"

There was thunder in his ears as he slumped back in his seat.
://: Breathe, Vren. Talk to me. ://: Nag prompted as she noticed his vitals all over the place.
The Karjr sucked in a breath. Twenty years. Twenty years without the slightest peep and now here she was. Again. Mechanically he dialed into the private frequency he still had with Tawnita Wren .

<You're alive.>

His tone was strained.

 

[Tawnita Wren]

Tags: OPEN | Vemric Keldra | Vren Rook Jan Beroya | et al
Enemies: All GA spacers. Boo you.

"Miss Wren, this is Vemric Keldra. It is a pleasure to welcome back the Mother Abbess and assistance like yours would be appreciated. You have autonomy among us."

Tee chuckled, tapping the dashboard console with excitement. It was good to hear the voice of the old commander. She knew he wouldn’t have gone anywhere, governing and controlling things the way he had. She was almost touched by the orders, allowing her free reign to form up and do what was needed. She had been a senior and recognised member of the organisation, after all. There would be many who knew her, many who did not. She would not ask or make demands of anybody, except through proving herself. This was the way of things, she remembered. It had been ten years since she had been a Mandalorian.

Another voice patched through a barking of comms traffic.

Tee breathed out, lips pursed and a face that was a blend of quiet contemplation and passive frustration.

Of course Vren was here. It was as if the galaxy had placed the very thing she was running away from in the path of her exit. To be fair, she had been running away for twenty years, longer this time than the first. Not sure how she was going to talk her way out of this one, she mused.

The second decade; now that was not her fault.

The Hutts had put her mining spice in one of their penal colonies, far from any interference from any waywards government or busy-body organisation that might have sought to free her. She had toiled and sweat, surviving as best she could, scrambling and scraping her way through the gangs and the teams until she had secured her freedom.

The first decade; that was the tricky bit. That was the bit that would hurt, the bit that would require explaining. The bit that had some open wounds, for both of them.

For the three of them. KARK!

She switched back her receiver and spoke. She didn’t know what to say.

“Barely. If you call ten years of servitude living then I have LIVED”

She was trying to put on a brave face, her usual bravado ebbing a little in the face of the man who had changed everything repeatedly.

“Vren, I…”

An impact jolted the ship, G-8 barking in frustration, at the fact that his ship was being hit but partially, Tee reckoned, at the tension over the comms. G-8 had not met Vren but he knew all about him.

“Enclave Dispatch, this is The Abbess, requesting fighter escort. Making a run through the enemy ships”

 

[Rose Dorce]

VIXEN ACTUAL
LESSU | RYLOTH
ALLIES: Enclave
ENEMIES: GA | Hellions | Mercs
ENGAGING: Conrad Derna
GEAR: In bio

ARTIFICIAL​

The advance was going well.

Lesha wondered if the rioters and rebels even knew that the Si'kahya were as proficient as they were. The cream of the crop of Mando'ade descending in their midst. A reminder that even though the Enclave had fallen at some point, it was still a force to be reckoned with. Those whose bravery faltered in the face of the commandos, parted like a sea in front of them. Those that remained in the way, met their makers swiftly.

Until things changed.

They weren't far from the emplacements when Lish's proximity censors in her HUD went haywire. Instinctively, she brought up an armoured arm just in time to catch a lightsaber blade, the beskar holding it firmly at bay. At the same time, her other hand snaked under her lifted arm to release a repulsor blast from her vambrace into the Jedi's body to get space.

The Jedi just can't mind their own business.

Her jetpack roared to life once more, lifting her into the air as she drew a blaster from its holster.
<Freya, press on and complete the objective with the squad. That's an order!> she barked at her second-in-command as she loosed a few blaster rounds toward her attacker to keep him occupied.
<On it!> came the confirmation before her squad sprang to life from their moment of hesitation at the surprise attack, adhering to their Alor'ad's order.

Lish's visor stared down at the Jedi.
"I had no beef with you people, Jedi, but you made the mistake to come at me violently." The annunciator of her helmet was loud enough for him to hear. To drive home what she said, a rocket was loosed from her vambrace toward him.

Zipping around, she occasionally loosed three-round bursts from her blaster, not to kill but to keep him on his toes. She remembered a time when the Enclave and the Jedi were friends. She had no desire to throw that away just yet. But if she was forced to...

"You risk your nation's alliance with the Enclave, Jedi. Walk away."

 

[Makko Vyres]

Allies: Kahlil Noble Corazona von Ascania Shan Pavond
Enemies: NPCs for now, open

Dust fell from the rock overhead. Fine columns desenced towards the ground and then spread to form a low must of detritus. Makko might have admired the scene, had it not been from a mandalorian weapon striking the surface.

The twi'lek were proud of their networks of caverns and tunnels. Makko was glad for them. Better, he thought, to face mandalorians where they could not spread out and surround him from all sides and the aid.

His mind brushed just briefly against Cora's. That impact had been in her direction. She was still there.

He heard a blaster shot ahead of him. Mandalorians were in the tunnels. Within minutes a group of twi'lek fighters came from ahead of him.

"Can you help?" one of them asked.

"I'll slow them down," Makko promised. Three drones zipped ahead of him into the dark tunnels. He remained linked to them through the Force, even as they turned off their transmitters to act covertly.

He had spent almost a year focusing on his studies to avoid his personal life, but it was the month acting as an assassin to a Denon gangster that had solidified his technique.

Makko walked forwards into the darkness.

 

[Domina Prime]

She got blood cold as ice and a heart made of stone
But she keeps my alive, she's the beast in my bones
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She got horns like the devil, pointed at me
There's nowhere to run from the fire she breathes~


Jonyna Si | Ko Vuto | Vulpesen | Felix Faraday | Braze | Tallara
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Among all the frantic chaos and panic erupting all along the ship as the vessel came crashing out of the sky seemed to fall on mildly deaf ears as Dima tried to block out the blaring sounds of alarms and speakers going off warning personnel among the ship to evacuate as quickly as possible from the vessel.

Dima, having finally been satisfied from her dose of chaos she unleashed decided that if the ship were going to crash into Ryloth then she should, at the very least reunite with her fellow Vod on the battlefield below. Walking out of the bridge and waving her claws for X9 to follow her so they could take their leave. The young Godling Ko still out of commission laying on the floor as Dima turned the corner out of the room.

"Ya know, this was fun X9! We should totally do this again sometime right?" She quipped cheerfully with her trophy in hand. She was so caught up in the moment that she did not even notice that just as she turned out of the room a hand would extend from a darkened corner of the bridge and snatch X9 by its body and YANKING them back into the bridge without Dima as the Xeno, absent minded as she was proceeded to wander around the ships corridors for a second time unknowingly abandoning her droid in the bridge as Felix went on to pry open X9s metal plating and gain access to its complex inner workings. Dima hadn't even noticed until she was already gone from the bridge, looking on either side of her and realizing the lack of the droids annoying voice. "X9? Where'd ya go?" Dima asked innocently, finding herself alone in the ship.

The demands were simple, and not completely unreasonable. The droid being told to link to the ships controls directly and prevent the vessel from causing catastrophic damage to the cityscape below.

"Ok ok fine! Statistically speaking this is for the best right?" They questioned for a moment before utilizing what working controls remained on the bridge and manipulating the ships direction as well as completely turning off the ships thrusters. "BRACE FOR IMPACT!" The droid warned audibly to Ko and Felix.

This, mixed with the incredible efforts of heroes down below such as Tallara , Vulpesen , and Braze combined into a great power that was able to re-direct the ships course off to the sides of the capital city. Sparing its center and much of its surrounding areas from quite the destructive outcome. Instead, the ship came smashing down in the less denser parts of the city. Its destruction easy to bold as massive structures were folded into rubble and bridges were swept away under the power of the ship crashing down.

It came down gentler than it otherwise would have, but still crashing nonetheless.

Even Dima who was still wandering the halls was caught off guard as the entire ship rumbled and shook violently, nearly throwing her off balance as she stumbled back and then tripped forward. The lights in the corridors sparking and flickering from the turbulence of the crash until suddenly cutting out completely only to be replaced with an ominous red lights all throughout the ship.

"H-hey! Woooooah! Grrah, How does Dima get out out here!?" She barked and stumbled awkwardly, trying to keep herself grounded as the ship settled after skidding through the outskirts of the city. She had spent a good deal of time randomly running through this corridors during her fight with Ko but during that whole time she never actually made any kind of mental map of where exactly it was she was going. And now, in her trying to figure out an exit she found herself lost in the ship now.

Or at least, it seemed that way for a while. Eventually after some wandering, Dima found herself turning into a part of the ship that...seemed to no longer exist. Pausing in her tracks Dima observed how from where she was standing she could see the city itself. The ground, the walls, hell even the ceiling ahead of her were all ripped away, leaving nothing but the exposed skies of Ryloth and the obliterated rubble of all the destruction left in the ships wake. Destruction so great that apparently almost a quarter of the ship itself had been completely shredded and ripped away, essentially cracking the ship open and splitting it asunder leaving the vessel as decimated as the few blocks it had crashed into.

"Wha- uh oh...did...Dima do this?" She asked herself, scratching the side of her neck before shaking her head. "Naaah, it was the godlings fault for sure~" She mused with an innocent whistle before continuing on with her new task.

Smoke and embers filled the air. The debris of the accident scorching the very earth as Dima drew a foot outward where there was no floor, only a drop off into the smoldering rubble and destruction outside the skip. And then, leaning off the edge the Mandalorian plummeted downward until smashing down into the ground, forcing ashes and dust to scatter around her as the talons of her feet stirred and kicked about hot, smoldering cinders as Dima made her way towards the heart of the capital city.

"F-freeze! Put your hands up NOW!" A voice shouted from the cover of a balcony above the xeno. A soldier quickly taking aim over the railing and towards Dima as the xeno paused, tilting her head in confusion for a brief moment from the Republic Soldiers request.

"Is...is this one supposed to put hands up or freeze?" She asked rather innocently as the soldier placed their finger on the trigger and focused his aim.

"I'm not messin around!" They yelled angrily, making Dima put two of her hands up which revealed to the soldier that she had four of them. Her other two hands resting on her hips casually as he got worked up even more. "No no! ALL of your hands!" They clarified, causing Dima to squint and then look down at her other pairs of hands before casually lifting them as well.

"Uhhhm what like this?" She asked, showing in a way that unlike most mandalorians she was unarmed and lacked a massive jetpack on her back. Clearly this soldier believed himself to have the advantage as he stared at the dimwitted Xeno for a long moment.

"Well actually...y-yeah~ Now don't move while i call this in!" The soldier quickly brought up their communicator. Dima standing there and staring up at him as he called his superiors and allies to inform them that he had a Mandalorian cornered who 'emerged' from the wreckage of their capital vessel, requesting aid and backup before turning the communicator off and taking aim yet again at the surrendering Mando.

"Did ya call your friends?" Dima quipped, the soldier nodding in reply. "Cool cool...there uhhhh...there a lot of em?" She asked again, this time just making the soldier squint in confusion. "Are they coming here?" She asked innocently, finally making the soldier just return a slow, deliberate nod of approval and causing Dimas eyes to immediately widen in excitement. "Oh happy days! And here this one thought Dima would have to go 'looking' for her next trophy~" She delighted. The soldier getting rather nervous from Dimas questions as she kept her hands up.

"What are you on about girl? What trickery is this i said don't move! Ain't no way outta here~" He called out finally, making Dima roll her eyes in boredom as she shook her head.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Nothing up this ones sleeves yes?" She teased with a brandish of her claws before suddenly, with a flick of one of her wrist ejected an azure rope of silk that quickly stuck to the barrel of his rifle while another flick of one of her lower arms wrist sent another silk rope directly onto their helmet. Yanking her arm back and pulling the weapon of his out of his hands and down to her while yanking back another arm to SLAM their skull into the balcony railing. Smashing their face in so brutally that the soldier instantly collapsed while gagging and choking on the teeth they were just forced to swallow. "No tricks here friend~" She teased with a hint of sass before continuing her path into the city. Taking the rifle the soldier formerly possessed and dragging her claws along its surface. Shredding the mechanisms and tearing the weapon apart before dropping the hunk of steel onto the ground once it was properly destroyed.

Now then...onward~

SUMMERY

Thanks to the combined efforts of many, the ship crash was redirected to the outskirts of the city
Lost in the ship, Dima comes across a portion which is completely cracked open leading to the outside.
Taking her leave, Dima exits the ships wreckage and enters the Ryloth City Streets
Dima is stopped by republic forces whom request backup~
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[Wedge Draav]

THE FIGHT IS ON


Wedge's Ship.

Fighting: Mandalorian Fleeting Forces (Open)
Allies: Galactic Alliance Naval Forces l Revenant Squadron​

Revenant Squadron: Vashja Io l Kelly T. Perris k Acaadi l Reima Vitalis l Vazal Danty l Elijah Beckett l Teravin Arosin l Aeson Keel

FLIGHT GROUP ONE: WEDGE, VAZAL, VASHJA

His scanners, comms, and battletracking all lit up at once. The Alliance was poised, and so was the Enclave. There was no mistaking it, there would be bloodshed in the sky. There would be a war for the area above. He looked to his left and right, flipping his oxygen mask off of his face, thinking for a moment. How to approach the situation, how to engage.

The Mandalorians were already killing Alliance forces on the ground.

They were already at war.

Then, the fighters on the Enclave side moved. They began to screen, and Wedge saw it, without even looking at the scanner. Through the vastness of space, across the cruel empty blackness of an indifferent universe, he saw the movement. Fighters moved to screen a movement towards their lines. Wedge buckled his oxygen mask and signaled for his pilots to follow him. Then, Revenant squadron, at blinding speeds and with white-hot fury, rode to meet the Mandalorian fighters.

He caught the Mandalorian fighter on the top of the craft, his X-wing foils spitting hate and discontent in the form of red bolts of doom. The first few shots caught the shields, and the stutter fire provided enough firepower to rip it apart entirely.

The fight was on. The Mandalorians may not have fired the first shot, but they made the first move.

"This is Revenant Actual- Mandalorians are engaging! I repeat, Mandalorians are engaging! Revenant Squadron, screen enemy fighters and force them back!"

The war in the stars began.

 

[Elias Edo]

Ryloth
Objective III: Old Friends

​

Rodia was just the beginning for Elias, the first steps of a long and perilous journey that would see him renounce his vow of pacifism once and for all. He’d found his peace during the waning years of the Second Great Hyperspace War, residing on Bogano with followers of his Force tradition. But after seeing what the Mandalorians were capable of when left unchecked - after he faced Mevia Vizsla and her unwavering rage - he knew he had to brandish the blade again.

The Calypso’s landing gear touching down on Ryloth’s surface sealed him into that fate.

Elias had old friends on the Twi’lek homeworld, allies and comrades from another life who had stood beside him when the Empire threatened the Alliance. He couldn’t leave them to their fate alone after all they’d suffered together.

He reached for the small holocron he kept on the control dash of his ship and opened it. Since that day on Rodia, Elias had been recording his thoughts. A sort of commentary on the way things have changed. The way he had changed.

“Ryloth cries out for aid,” he said with a sigh. His hands wandered the storage shelves behind the cockpit for last-minute supplies.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d be gone.

“The Alliance answered their call, and the New Jedi are never far behind. Some of us have assignments, but some - like me - are here of our own volition. We’re here because we want to save these people from the Enclave.”

Food, water, spare clothes …

“There was a time when I believed the evils of this galaxy could be defeated with tongue and mind alone. I laid down my lightsaber. I hid, with you, from the Maw.”

… bandages and stims …

“But we accomplished little more than complacency. And it cost me the life of a brother, and of countless others who I swore to protect.”

… and his lightsaber …

“Fighting the Mandalorians- killing them to prevent this path that they’re on… I know it’s not right. But that doesn’t make me wrong, either.”

… Elias packed all his supplies into a small rucksack, and clipped his saber to his belt. He tightened the knot that held his dreadlocked hair up off his neck …

“Death is a price that is impossible to levy, but the Jedi do the impossible everyday. Forgive me for this, my brothers and sisters. But the day has come where this foe will only be swayed by the edge of a blade.”

He lowered the landing ramp and set down, into the jungles of Ryloth, following only his senses.

The Force alone would be his guide here. That was the only way to balance the guilt in his pacifist heart.

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Tags: Zorana ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Tag: Domina Prime
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A blast of flame could be seen in the distance, coming down in the alleyway, crashing down in front of the soldiers and in front of Dima., cracking the sandstone street below. As soon as she landed, Jonyna went right into action, drawing Liz and taking a fighting stance.

"Your fight is with me Mandalorian. You want tricks? Fight a Cathar." There was a moment where Jonyna paused, remembering the alien figure from her last trip to Cathar. This had been the one to nearly start a fight on her tree. And now she was dropping ships from the sky and potentially putting her padawan in danger. First she'd have to deal with the threat in front of her before she could help Ko. This one would be tricky. She'd prepped for a regular mandalorian, not...this.

But her plan stayed the same. Overwhelm and overcome. With the armor she had one, she was twice as strong. Twice as fast. Liz just increased that. She just needed to keep it up...

 

[PaladinZ]

Objective 1: King of the Hill

Gear: 4 Blaster Pistol, 4 Detpacks.

Reshi panted and sprinted with all she had, adrenaline pushing her on as she crossed the battlefield, she yelped as a Mandalorian rocket detonated behind her, sending hot shrapnel into her back and sending her flying into a crater. All she could hear was her breathing and the ringing in her ears, she was laying on her back in the crater and slowly stood up as her vision cleared, over the blaster fire across the battlefield she heard the mechanical stomps of another walker advancing, but there as no way she'd be able to get a detpack on it without getting cut down by Mando blaster fire. She panted and gritted her teeth, laying back and doing her best to hold her breath and relax her body. Through the longest 10 seconds of her life she saw the wardroid stomp close to the crater and unleash it's firepower on some poor GA position, she had to do something, anything, she made a promise to protect people and she coulden't just cower in this hole while good people got hurt on her watch. "Alright you rustbucket, I'm coming for you...somehow..." she looked around and her eyes locked on a fallen GA soldier in the crater with a rocket launcher. With only a moment of hesitation she slid down the crater and picked up the launcher "Please don't be empty..." she took aim at the back of the droid but another explosion made her stumble and slide just as she pulled the trigger, the rocket flew in a corkscrew but managed to hit near the droid's foot, causing it to begin to topple into the crater, and toward Reshi. She quickly dropped the launcher and scrambled up the crater with all 4 hands and narrowly avoided the behemoth, but her work was not done. Reshi slid back down the crater and took out a detpack, setting a 15 second timer and sliding to the underside of the great machine. She fired her blasters at some cables for good measure and stuffed the detpack into it's innards and starting the timer before scrambling out of the crater, barely rolling out before the droid detonated. She then crawled back toward the GA lines, taking cover behind a large stone and grabbing her canteen with one hand and bandages in her other, the lower two pointing blasters in two directions, this was going to be a long day.

 

[Yael Kandar]

RAISE THE BANNER
~In memory of The Quartermaster~

EQUIPMENTS:

Spoiler

Yael Kandar's Beskar'gam
M.I. Exoskeleton
M.I. Universal Heads-Up Display
M.I. 'Halo' Jump Boots
M.I. Model 6M Hybrid Pistol
ENCL-JR5 Striking Falcon Jetpack
EF-M401E Enforcer Series Scattergun - 'Rampage' Edition
KSTR-20 Borealis Heavy Blaster Pistol
Breshig War Forge Consolidated NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
Breshig War Forge Consolidated TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
Htagir'senaar Whistling Birds
Standard grappling line
Standard flamethrower
Standard repulsor

OBJECTIVE: Distract and take on the Jedi, buy time for the rest to occupy the city
PROXIMITY: ALL THE JEDI AND THE BLESSED WARRIOR OF MANDA
ENGAGING: Jasper Kai'el (GIVE ME HELL BROTHER!)

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RYLOTH, GAULUS SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

The arrival of Strike Force Sur'ar does tip the balance in our favor. Even when it was just the clan levies, it was nearly a proportional battle. The levies of Enclave's largest clans, Viszla, Saxon, Krayt, Beroya, Bralor, they are all trained from a very young age by legendary warriors of each respective clans, on top of passing the Verd'goten throughout the harsh biomes of Enclave worlds. An elite Mandalorian squadron would sweep the ground over almost everything the enemy can throw at the Enclave, sans a couple of special forces units. It seems like this section could be breached in time if nothing changed.

That was until I sighted a Jedi walking towards the combat zone seemingly with a full-on calmness. The blond Jedi isn't the largest I've faced, only around two inches taller than me, a cybernetic arm replacing his right. His kind aren't known to do cybernetic enhancement for cosmetics nor performance purpose, so that must've been a scar from the past. It might even interfere with the way he interacts with the force, something to keep in the back of my mind. Either way, the Jedi is not someone I'm familiar with. He wasn't at the raiding party in Rodia, they're bringing way more of their ranks to this skirmish. A karkin' skirmish. Bic ni skana'din. Call it what it is. War.

I commed the team, who are slowly chipping in damages on the enemy's retinue from above, while the clan levies are holding the line.. <Keep flooding the flank, I've located my target!> Knowing all too well, I decided to test the Jedi with two rounds of 3-round damage blasts, while I keep my jump boots and jetpack ready for any possibility of sudden threat. The fight with Jedi Master Amani Serys was a very tough one, one that I only barely escaped, an invaluable learning experience. Those karkin' force wizards, never is and never will be an easy fight.

The angry, idealistic Yael from a year ago wouldn't be able to accept anything but a decisive victory over those cultists. A lot changed just in a year, one full of battles and bloodbath. The war will be won by a collective effort of the Tribe of Mandalore, not by individuals and singular heroes. Sometimes, all it takes is holding those Jedi as long as we can until the rest of our warriors and war machines rolled over their dormant, complacent grand army. One by one, system by system, we will push them to the point of acceptance. That the self-determination of the Tribe of Mandalore is not going anywhere, and we will never hold our break on making sure that it remains, from this day til the very last day of the great galactic life.

Spoiler

still on the ground, two 3-round blaster shots at Jasper to test the water, always ready to fly

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[Jasper Kai'el]

Ryloth
Tags: Yael Kandar

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Six blaster bolts came his way, a three round chamber it seemed. Jasper's lightsaber was drawn in an instant, reacting a little faster than the shots could be fired, where he quickly assumed a fencing stance and parried the bolts into the ground. Already he was beginning to assess their gear. Jetpack, vambrace... your typical fare with a Mandalorian, plus she no doubt had other weapons like slug throwers on her person. How quickly she'd be able to use these weapons, however, was a different story. For now, the knight would hold off on any drastic action. He'd save his EMP grenades for later.

With very little notice he was now in a drop-dead sprint, his speed slightly enhanced by the force. He just needed to close the distance. Knock them off their balance, make explosives more difficult to use safely, and most importantly keep them from utilizing any of their other ranged weapons.

A good old-fashioned slugfest was something that he could do.

Jasper's lightsaber would be clutched in his organic arm, prepared to intercept any more blaster bolts. With some slight, though notably lower manipulation of the force, the knight would give a slight tug to pull them forward and counteract the use of a jetpack to get away. Clip their balance and they weren't flying anywhere. He wanted to keep this battle close and personal, no flying away. At least fighting along side the Enclave in the war had taught him a thing or two about their combat.

Once he had closed the gap, Jasper would throw a right hook with his mechanical arm, powering up the piston within. Steam would billow out as he swung, the physical enhancement within the prosthetic roaring to life..

He was going for the head. The Mandalorian's helmet would protect her, but even that could be rattled. This was about disorientation.

 

[Acaadi]

Starfighter: Acaadi's Twintail
Allies: Wedge Draav Reima Vitalis

Acaadi gave a slow nod to himself at the sound of Wedge Draav over the squadron channel. He had been in plenty of engagements, but this was the first time outside of a sim he had been involved in anything of this scale.

A sim wasn't the same. It could be made as real as possible, but when Acaadi was accustomed to letting the Force guide his flying it would always be missing something.

The information across his displays was almost overwhelming. There was an array of mandalorian ships before them. Evacuation ships coming up from the group on their side and mandalorian dropship ferrying troops down.

"Twelve are you with me?" Makko called to Vitalis.

He shifted power to forward shields. If they made a strike on a capital ship he would be relying on luck and the Force, not sensors. With all the defensive emplacements that could guard against snub fighters and bombers they would be running a gauntlet.

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Rather than try and dodge it, Andy chose to shoot it out of the sky, keeping his balance on the tube of water he used as a floating hoverboard, using it to orbit upwards around the mando, slowly making his way up to her position. He never stopped firing, keeping his blaster fire slow and methodical, aiming for joints and weak points. If he could get behind her, he could get a shot at her repuslor pack. He needed to close the distance.

...there was an idea. He pulled the Vibroaxe off his back, an instrument he had only ever used as a tool for search and rescue, now he planned to use as a true weapon. Aided by the Force, he launched it towards the Mando, guiding it straight at her head. He knew he couldn't crack the helmet, but an axe to the face? That would at least stun the mando. "Let's see if you're smarter than the average mando then."

Tag: Hilal Vizsla

 

[Domina Prime]

Life & Death, Black & White
Warmth & Cold, Wrong & Right
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Bliss & Pain, Health & Blight
I feel disparity preparing me to die~


Jonyna Si | Vulpesen | Tallara | Ko Vuto | Braze | Felix Faraday
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There was an audible, mounting whistling sound that filled the air as the Xeno continued their path into the city only for a sudden CRASH of weight to land directly in her path like a meteor colliding with the earth leaving a imprint scar of a crater in their place. Dima, not expecting such a dramatic arrival immediately tilted her head upwards towards the skies. Her many eyes flicking and examining the clouds before returning her multi-gaze back towards the Jedi who quickly took a defensive stance.

"W-woah! Cool! You can FLY?!" Dima gasped in excitement, using her four arms to begin clapping her many claws together as if she had just witnessed some kind of a magic show. "Do it again! This ones cousins can't fly without their little backbox!" Dima innocently told the jedi, taking a couple steps forward as she slowly ceased her applause. "Godborn are so gifted. Your god must truly favor you to bless you with such a thing!" She deducted, figuring that this Cathar woman must have been highly favored by their god, more so than the previous godling she had fought. "Hopefully you have more blessings than the other godling. They seemed...less favored by your god, and it showed~" She mused casually before dragging her claws along the side of the ally walls and causing her azure claws to radiate sparks and embers as she sliced through rock, steel and and other material her claws came into contact with before pulling them away, showing the sizzling ends of her clawtips before standing mere feet from the Jedi Champion.

"Your fight is with me Mandalorian. You want tricks? Fight a Cathar." The Jedi quipped, causing Dima to look over the Cathars odd choice of weapon and grimacing slightly at the womans words.

"The last god had much better manners. They were much sweeter with this one you know~" She cooed, lingering on the previous Jedi and how polite he was to Dima despite being her enemy. "Now then...before this one does what Dima is about to do it would be rude not to let you know that this is NOT your FAULT. You, silly godborn are just doing your job! Buuuuuuuuut this one IS getting kind of restless, and that ITCH in Dimas bones demands satisfaction! And unfortunately...you are the only god around now. This one heard your kind tended lots of friends...this one had hoped you'd have brought more~" Dima told the Jedi with a wicked cackle, wanting it clear that what happened next was not out of any form of malice or hatred, but more out of instinct purified.

That massive tail of hers swished and poised in a gesture similar to a scorpions tail as if prepared to strike with slow, cobra-like sways as the xeno used her powerful legs to lead up into the air, and then with a single motion pushing herself off the ally walls to throw her momentum back downward towards the Cathar as Dima spun for a moment to gain power and speed before delivering a devastating kick towards their sword as she fell, attempting to force a block and with her kick knock the sword itself off to the side and allow an opening for Dimas claws to swipe at their stomach and towards their shoulder.

COMBAT SUMMERY

Delighted with the Jedis magic, Dima applauds them in girlish delight
Afterwards, leads engagement by jumping into air and jumping off wall for increased momentum
Preforms flying spin kick towards Jedis sword to knock it away for an opening
Once landed attempts to preform confusing claw strikes to stomach and shoulder with different arms~
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[Jonyna Si]

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She wanted to see her do it again? Alright.

Rather than block, Jonyna's feet erupted with flame, launching her just above the kick as Jonyna's tail unfurled with a small pistol in it, the tail tightening around the pistol, causing it to launch out a sonic blast at the mando, or whatever this thing was supposed to be. Right now, she needed to figure out what exactly this thing was supposed to be. What it was capable of.

And in that moment, she fell back on old habits.

"Oh yeah, I can fly cutie. You wanna see me soar?"

Domina Prime

 

[Shai Maji]

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

VODE AN​

As Valery spoke, she stepped back to let Shai’s hands fall to her sides. Her heart sank deeper into her stomach as her words spun in Shai’s head, over and over again. The Jedi master reached down and ignited a weapon Shai was all too familiar with.

She was speechless for what felt like an eternity, simply staring at the violet blade and beskar hilt. In that moment, realization dawned on Shai. Why everything felt off, why the face in front of her seemed like a stranger. She thought she knew Valery and that was certainly the case, but she neglected to take one thing into account.

Valery would always pick her duty over her relationships. Something Shai was never good at in hindsight, and she picked a hell of a day to try and do that. Perhaps she never really was that good of a Mandalorian. But regardless of what she thought now, she made her bed and it was time for her to sleep in it. Valery was here to kill her people.

And the Wardog couldn’t allow that.

Valery’s droid rolled forward and took a stance in front of his master. Shai sniffed and wiped at her eyes before taking a few steps back to pick up her helmet. ”I can’t let you hurt my people, Val.” She muttered with a shake of her head. She glanced down at her helmet then back at Valery. ”Please forgive me.” Her voice was sincere as she slid her helmet on and her hands rested on the grips of War and Peace.

She always told herself to hate what she was shooting at. It was easy during the war, but in this fight it was going to be a lot harder to shoot straight.

Her pistols slid from their holsters and let loose with a burst of bolts at Valery before she took off with her jetpack, a blast from her repulsor erupting towards the Jedi and her droid. Drifting overhead, Shai flipped her pistols over to particle mode and continued to fire down at Valery.

 

[Gar Shale]

RISHI GRAND FLEET
~In memory of The Quartermaster~

FLEET COMPOSITION:

Spoiler

The Mhor [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | The Mhor | Orbit
Buruk [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser | Orbit
Ca'tra [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser | Orbit
Dini'la [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser | Orbit
Gedin'la [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser | Orbit
Haastal [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser | Orbit
Kyramla [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser | Orbit
Marev [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser | Orbit
Nau'ur [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Bralir-class Dreadnough Cruiser | Orbit
Gaht'yc [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Buurenaar-class Carrier Cruiser | Atmosphere
Keldab [100% Shields | 100% Structure] | Buurenaar-class Carrier Cruiser | Atmosphere
x23 TRC-38 Iviin-class starfighters squadrons | 15 dispatched on orbit, 8 in hangar
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 | Jas Katis | Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch | REVENANT SQUADRON | Open

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

The orbit is a sight to see. The might of Rishi Grand Fleet holding the line and protecting the orbit from the encroaching horde of Galactic Alliance's unjustified intervention, Alliance's fleets closing in, and neutral ships descending orbit for evacuation. We'll let it pass for now, we'll have to. It brings me some reassurance that the evac vessels are headed by a Mando'ade. He might not be on our rightful side, but I can trust his word on this supposed strictly humanitarian mission. As for the naval engagement, we might be slightly outnumbered when it comes to numbers, but I have faith in the Grand Fleet, and I have faith in The Mhor. Until a considerably large fleet entered orbit and a direct line was established.

<Grand Admiral Keldra, this is Gar Shale of Rishi Grand Fleet speaking. We are currently setting a defensive formation on orbit. Objective is to prevent any hostile ship from entering the atmosphere, protect the Star Destroyer, and maintain aerial superiority. There are two Alliance fleets on our radar, a Mon Cala fleet headed by six Destroyers, and an unidentified light fleet moving towards our flank. An evac fleet is also approaching, headed by a Mando'ade, but NOT OF THE ENCLAVE. We'll keep a close look at them, but do not engage unless they prove themself as a threat. Your assistance is appreciated, Grand Admiral.>

Just as I finished briefing the governor of Hefi, one of the comms officers shouted something about transmission, followed by a blasting voice broadcasted through the main comms. Karkin' Hellions, always out here to cause trouble. Doesn't matter if it was Rishi or Mon Gazza, these folks never respect anyone's jurisdiction. It doesn't surprise me to the slightest that they have decided to side with the poor folks of Ryloth. Totally has nothing to do with the slave pits and ryll mines of the planet, nor their aspiration on controlling a center of trade so close to Christophsis. Don't get me started on the Alliance, who willingly help the cause of the mercenaries in the name of moral highgrounds, Hypocrites.

<Shield up, ready for engagement. Buruk, Haastal, Ca'tra, Nau'ur, hold your position and ready your hull. Dini'la, Marev, Kyramla, Gedin'la, keep your engine ready, you are authorized to proceed and flank given the opportunity. Starfighter squadrons of the holding Cruisers, engines ready, proceed to depart motherships in ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one… Godspeed.>

And the starfighters poured out of Rishi Grand Fleet, sans the flanking cruisers, ready to engage Alliance's and Hellions' squadrons. The nine Cruisers of the fleet are still holding their position for now, knowing well that the light fleet is sent ahead to split the formation. Still, an opportunity to outflank the enemies is not a chance to be thrown away by being too risk-averse. Especially if we can quickly get to and dismantle their Frigates and Carriers, given their slight advantage on total squadrons count. That's something that our elite squadron can help with.

<Alor'ad Jan Beroya , this is Gar Shale of Rishi Grand Fleet, we just released fifteen starfighter squadrons in orbit, primary objective; crippling the Mon Cala fleet and intercepting the light attack fleet.>

Spoiler

observing the evacuation fleet. establishing comms with Hefi Grand Fleet. deploying weapons and shields. establishing formation, all cruisers holding positions, four with engine ready to flank. starfighters dispatched. establish connection with Skull Squadron.

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[Arjen Herrix]

RYLOTH | ORBIT
GALACTIC ALLIANCE | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
ALLIES: GA | Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch | Amelia von Sorenn
ENEMIES: Enclave | Gar Shale | Vemric Keldra
ENGAGING: OPEN
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

Spoiler: fleet

• Flagship:
  • HNV-764 ”Christophsis” (Overlord) | (100% | 100%)
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• Front:
  • 4x Conqueror-Class Star Destroyers:
    • HNV-724 ”Nimban” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-712 ”Lorta” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-701 ”Tython” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-731 ”Mon Gazza” (100% | 100%)
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• Flank:
  • 4x Voyager-Class Heavy Cruisers:
    • HNV-765 ”Argovia” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-766 ”Mustafar” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-767 ”Ilum” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-768 ”Panatha” (100% | 100%)
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• Support:
  • 8x Tiburon-Class Corvettes:
    • HNV-701-A ”Denon” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-701-B ”Coruscant” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV- 724-A ”Lyran”(100% | 100%)
    • HNV-724-B ”Kestri” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-712-A ”Vlemoth” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-712-B ”Isis” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV-731-A ”Rodia” (100% | 100%)
    • HNV- 731-B ”Rishi”(100% | 100%)
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• Compliment:
  • Meteor-Class Starfighters
  • Vanguard-Class Gunship
  • Type 72 Orbital Drop Pod

THUNDERSTRUCK​

”Holy kriffin’ hell.”

Herrix stared in awe at the enormous vessel that emerged out of hyperspace. The scanners erupted with a feed of the dozens of methods of how that thing could tear them all apart… and that was only the one on top of the pile that laid before the fleet. He turned to look at his bridge crew, who all had a face to match his own disheartened expression.

Taking a moment, Herrix lit a cigarette and took a long pull as he contemplated the options for him and his crew. If he managed to survive this ordeal, he was going to make sure Jas knew he got the easy part of the job.

”Orders, sir?” The shaky voice of his gunnery officer drew him out of his thoughts. Herrix glanced at him, then at the imposing fleet that stood ahead of them all.

A faint smile formed as Herrix took another long pull. So much for quitting.

”Well then, do we wanna live forever?!” He barked as he gave a confident grin to his crew. ”We gonna let those tin can sons of harpies strut around and brag on how they beat us? Kark ‘em and kark that oversized tub!” She shouted, turning to face the viewport in front of him.

:: All ships, lock targets and fire at will! ::

The order was sent to the fleet and almost immediately all weapons swiveled and adjusted to pick their targets.

”Let’s start a war.”

A typhoon of turbolaser bolts and mass driver projectiles hurled from the Christophsis, immediately followed by the rest of the fleet as the bigger ships took point. The battlecruiser’s target was easy to assume. One way or another, Herrix was going to claim his White Whale.

The star destroyers branched out as the cruisers maneuvered towards the flanks. There wasn’t any rush for this engagement. ”Intensify forward shields. Start charging the seismics.” He ordered his gunnery officer. The firing arcs of the star destroyers and cruisers painted the whole void of space in green as the Hellion guns targeted both Enclave fleets, though the majority of their focus remained on the big one.

”Find out who’s on that karkin’ beast, I wanna know who we’re dealing with. Those Alliance moon jockeys can do some work as well with the Mandalorian ships.” Herrix glanced at his comms officer, who got to work on sifting through files and security measures.

Spoiler: actions

• Order given to open fire
• Majority of fire targets Vemric Keldra
• Herrix gets curious

 

[Dant Zeerno]

SHOOTING STAR
~In memory of The Quartermaster~

FLYING: KARA | MNV-52 Beviin-class Space Superiority Starfighter
OBJECTIVE: SHOOT EM' UP
ALLIES: SKULL SQUADRON | Open
OPPOSITIONS: REVENANT SQUADRON | Open
ENGAGING: COME GET SOME​

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RYLOTH, GAULUS SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

Aerial supremacy is the key to planetary invasion. Or at least that's what they said in the academy and the Bes'kyrade institutions in general. I don't really know, nor care to be frank, I'm not the one for theories and strategies and all that. I was born to soar baby, higher and faster than anyone ever did, and trust me, I'm that good. Youngest of my class, straight to Skull Squadron. Ain't that a kick in the head.

Which brings us here to Ryloth. We're taking back the rebelling planet, the Alliance are trying to prevent us from doing so. Our objective, protect the big baby o'er there and maintain control of the space. Sounds easy? Wrong. Enter the Revenant Squadron. A long line of elite Galactic Alliance's starfighter units. The best of the best going toe-on-toe. Well, there are also multiple other squadrons of both sides, yet it doesn't matter. My eyes are only on the Revenants, the grunts can take on one another. Challenging? Yup. Fun? Definitely.

As Skull Squadron approached the atmosphere and Star Destroyer, a member of the squad comm'ed in with their plan. Nelliel Kryze , Switchblade. One of the best pure dogfighters I've met, even I can admit that fact. She'll definitely find opposition quickly, so I decided to tag on her on the hunting spree.

" This is Switchblade, moving to engage the enemy. " She smiled as she added off the comms to herself. " Time to hunt. "

<Hotshot comin' in. Go bucko Switchblade, got your back.> I launched Kara, my MNV-52 Beviin-class Space Superiority Starfighter, behind Switchblade, keeping some distance while still maintaining clear sight. Not long after I departed the initial formation, Skull Squadron Alor'ad, Jan Beroya aka Raxshir, comm'ed in her order.

<Happy hunting, Switchblade, but don't wander too far off where we can't have your tail.> Jan said as she kept point on the squadron as they made their way to the monstrous Star Destroyer of the Enclave that served as FOB for ground forces. <The rest of you, spread out on my flanks to cover that pretty goddess' ass. Manda be with you.> she then told the rest of the flight.

Whoops, a tad bit too late. At least I can still keep in mind my proximity and sight on the big baby. <Hotshot in, copy that Raxshir. I'll be one call away.> I might be a thrill-seeker but I'm not stupid. The Star Destroyer is the main objective, period. It's possible to be responsible and have fun at the same time. Shooting off enemy's fighters while keeping the big baby clear of bombers and nuances, that's the dream isn't it? Imagine not doing this for a career. Those poor, talentless souls.

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