Welcome to the fold (Mando Dominion of Adumar: 100 post goal)

[Verz Horak]

Silently, the Mandalorian fleet exited hyperspace with a small jolt. They had arrived in the Adumar system, their target. Adumar itself sat like a gem in the inky velvet of space, warmed by its sun. They didn't know it yet, but they were part of the Mandalorian Clans control now. The Ash'amur known as The Mythosaur's Pride, housed Verz Horak and his generals.

Verz stood on the bridge, watching the screens as crewmen prepared for battle. The tricky part would be the Adumari starfighters. They were experts, and flitted from cruiser to cruiser in the holovids, stinging like angered wasps until the beast that was their enemy collapsed from its wounds. Hopefully the point defense would keep them at bay. If that failed, then the frigates that were nearby could fire their light cannons at them.

Deep im the Ash'amur, the technicians and mechanics worked with the deck officers to prepare dropships and fighter escorts. Due to the skill of the Adumari, the Resol'nare gunships would be used, due to their cloaking fields. Behind he Ash'amur, one Harbinger-Class Carrier, several Assault Cruisers and assorted frigates followed suit, preparing to launch fighters and troops.

Time for Adumar to join the Clans.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Arla was standing back by the communications board watching for any incoming traffic, or anything that might be considered suspicious. She wore the armor that had been found with her, modified to fit her and she was still quite unsure of it, but it would provide her with protection that she needed for this campaign. A campaign to help in, and her skill set still set to learning.

The Mand'alor's ship was buzzing with activity many sounds were unfamiliar to her. Where she was she had help from the officer whose station she was at. Arla was always training, if it wasn't physical it was mental, and then there was cultural. Today though this was battle training. Her weapons training with Arrbi had determined she was good with a pistol, so that's what she had on her hip today. It wasn't new, or fancy but it would shoot and that's what mattered. Her hand to hand to Northstar was leaving giant bruises on her, sometimes she wasn't sure how she got up. When she was asked what was wrong she waved it off, but the refresher knew too well.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat pulled the bolt back on his M45, and walked with it by it's carrying handle towards the shuttles. He flipped his helmet upwards, and latched it onto his head, letting the magnetic locks click and hiss while they were placed in. He sighed, and then stood near a dropship. He was nervous, moreso anxious. He had no idea what to expect, but there was a certain energy in the air that he hadn't felt for a while. He wondered if Gil was going to show up, the man had been a sort of father figure and mentor to him.

Preliat finished sending a holovid to his family back on Ordo, showing them all the sorts of goings on and the armor he was wearing. He liked the kama, the sort of feeling he got of having a more traditional item on his set. He clipped the extra bandoleers together, smiling. His brothers must have thought he was the coolest thing ever.

Because he kind of was. (in his own mind, at least)

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna sat within one of the shuttles as it prepped for launch. He carried his scoped rifle in his lap, a .44 revolver on his hip, and a .45 subgun on his back. The ammunition for it all was fairly heavy, but he preferred the old slug throwers over blasters any day. Slug throwers were 'obsolete' and 'low tech', but they'd last a whole hell of a lot longer in rough elements than a blaster would. That, and it was harder to stop a bullet with a 'saber or the 'conventional' blast armor of the day, which made the weapons far more effective than most thought.

He knew Arla was on board, but wasn't sure where exactly. He figured she'd be up on the bridge to watch or help out, but he knew his place was down here on the sharp end of things. He could do rear echelon stuff, but it made his fingers and palms itch if he didn't have his weapons in his hands during a fight.

Arrbi looked up and spotted another Mandalorian approaching the shuttles through the open back hatch. The identifier program in his helmet's HUD said the Mando was @[member="Preliat Mantis"]. Betna gave a quick, half wave of his right hand in greeting. He remembered the other man from Valen and while he didn't know Preliat enough to like or dislike the man, he knew the guy was friendly enough.

 

[Cassanus]

Cassanus checked his blaster pistol, unlike some other Mando's he preferred to use blasters instead of slugthowers, mostly because of the fact blasters were cheaper, he put the blaster in it's holster as he checked his armor, this was his first Dominion and he was more than ready to kick some ass and make Mandalore proud! He took his blaster out of it's holster and checked it one last time before making his way towards the shuttles.

 

[Verz Horak]

The Mandalorian Fleet had now come close enough to Adumar that their scanners could detect the Fleet. Undoubtedly, they would prepare to scramble their prized starfighters and would do so once the Mandalorian message was broadcast to them. The essence of which was simple. Submit or die.

And they would refuse, as the small carrier frigates moving from orbit would prove, starfighters being launched from their bellies. Verz looked over the readouts. They would be within firing range withing five minutes. "Mand'alor, hangar crews across the fleet report that they are ready to launch troops once we are in range. Gun crews report they are loaded and ready. Firing solutions locked in. Ready to fire on your command Sir."

The starfighters were in range. The frigates moved to intercept. The battle for Adumar had begun.

 

[Matreya]

Northstar walked swiftly through the dropship he currently was located on, aiming for the bridge. Once there he brought a connection to Verz up, "Northstar Zero Three here, give the word and the battle will begin." Reaching over his right shoulder, he gripped the stock of his .50 cal sniper rifle and drew it around to rest against his side. He would be a ghost on the wind for this battle, none would truly say they saw him save his own allies.

Projecting his consciousness out, Northstar floated through the transparent glass towards the world below. As he spiraled downward, his eyes scanned the horizon. Everything looked very insectoid while at this height. But instead of traveling to the ground so very far below, Northstar shot back up and through the dropship.

Nodding to himself, Northstar looked back to the com screens to await the command. He was ready, his mind and goals set. At 100% power, with no damage to his freshly buffed armor, Northstar couldn't wait to get going. But as he waited he continued to remind himself that he couldn't reveal himself for having power yet.

@[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Like many of his brothers, Hutuun'Kyramud the Veteran of War recently ended, an A.W.O.L. commander returning from self-exile the sandy dunes of Tatooine, conquering as an invincible Warlord. That past was behind him now, an old friend of his now a Mandalore, these times seemed strange. As a hermit though, what more could he have expected coming back to his motherland? That nothing would change? Of course there would be change, and things did change. It was the way of the Mandalorians, the exact opposite of the Tusken Raiders who have told the same stories precisely as they told them thousands of years ago, and fought the long battle eternally with the invasive species of mankind... to which that Kyr had been delivered to.

He would no longer dwell on these things before a battle ensued, the Invasion was launched, and he like all the Mandalorians was needed in their respective places. His place had always been with the ground, in the thick of battle, of flesh and blood... none of that metal and fire of the sky. He carried with him his signature, a pure Beskar Gaderffii, the epitome in representation of its wielders' cultures. He held it upon his lap within the powerful grip of Crushgaunts as the short drop to the surface would be under way. To each side he carried Flechette Pistols, and upon his back he carried an 8-gauge shotgun. Upon his wrists, discretely there remained a miniaturized flamethrower for each hand, a weapon he used as a last resort on Tatooine to instill fear into the enemy and empower his soldiers with the wrath of a Demigod.

The former War Lord was prepared for this subjugation.

 

[Arla Ordo]

This was it and with the movement had begun and then something snapped in Arla's mind, something that had not occurred to her. People die in battles, people, friends, family. She took a step backwards her mind raced she looked down at the comm she carried, she didn't try for a voice message that would be distracting though effective. No she slowly typed a message.

You had best not get killed, I hate making new friends then she sent the send button to @[member="Arrbi Betna"]. Once she had accomplished this, she then walked back to her post. She knew he would understand she had been abandoned once maybe because of death she had issues with it, and though she had made friends along the way Arrbi was the one who brought her from Tatooine to Mandalore.

She took the earpiece from the officer inserting it in, she began to listen to the silence waiting for the moment commanders would begin to issue the orders, and feed back on locations and how the battle faired. Here on the bridge of the Mand'alor ship things were getting ready to heat up. All eyes and ears seemed to tense waiting for the first shot. Even Arla found herself holding her breath.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Rygel Larraq stood in front of a large transteel window on the bridge of a small escort frigate. Through it, he watched the distant planet grow larger and larger as the Mand'alore ordered his fleet forward. Larraq watched absantly as he sipped the amber liquid from the clear glass he held in his left hand. The whiskey warmed his insides as while his cold eyes took in the sight of the planet.

A small clang accompanied the general creeks and clanking of the starship as Larraq placed the glass of whiskey on the window ledge. For the life of him, he still couldn't figure out why the Mand'alor had brought them here. It was an isolated planet in the neutral territories. He could understand wanting to acquire the planet for its missile and starfighter factories, but there were better ways to go about this. From what he had heard of them, they were a warrior culture that honored their heroes and had a love for saber duels and dogfighting.

Larraq sighed and rubbed at his temples. IF he had promised them a crate of Mandalorian Ale, the Mand'alor could have probably won them over... Ended this whole thing diplomatically. Expand the Mandalorian boarder, get new weapon factories, and gain a new ally. All without firing a shot or costing hundreds of Mandalorian lives. Even if they had been forced to resort to bribery, the cost of bribing a few politicians would likely have cost only a fraction of what the Mand'alor would spend by trying to subjugate these proud people.

The Mandalorians were not Sith. They could go about this a better way.

Reaching out and gripping the glass firmly, Larraq knocked back the rest of the whiskey and slammed the glass back onto the window ledge and began walking away from the window. There was a better way to go about this and Larraq was going to prove it. “Lieutenant, I'm making my way to the hanger bay. I want my shuttle ready for launch by the time I get there.” said Larraq into the communicator in his ear.

While the Mand'alor was busy launching an invasion and getting tied up by defensive forces on this half of the planet, Larraq would make his way to the far side of the planet and begin negotiations. From what he heard, this planet was divided up into several large territories. He believed they called them countries on this planet... though he could be mistaken. All that mattered right now was his goal. Get one of the local territories to ally with the Mandalorians. If possible, Mandal Hypernautics specifically. Once one fell through diplomacy, with the threat of invasion looming overhead, it would only be a matter of time before the neighboring countries would demand that their leaders negotiate for safety instead of throw their world into the fires of war.

<Yes... Yes there was a better way to go about this.> Larraq thought as his footsteps rang out through the hallway.

 

[Matreya]

Pacing back and forth along the bridge, Northstar grew restless. He wanted action, he wanted to conquer this planet and move on. To stay would simply be another form of torture, keeping the ancient warrior still was so drawl and boring. It was superbly ridiculous to live millennia, and find time to stand about.

Placing his helmet on his head, he held it until the snap of the magnets clicking into place. Turning on his heel the large man strode from the room, his cape drawn taught against the air behind himself. "Zero Three going top side." The warrior said into his comlink, believing all on the wavelength would hear his words.

 

[Ordo]

Adumar space just outside gravity well.
Bridge of the Ordo-class Frigate "OEDF Beskar'tor".

Ordo stood beside the Communications offiher as the black and red frigate dropped out of hyperspace. He was a little late to the party but it looked as if he hadn't missed much.

"Comm Verz and tell them we're awaiting orders." Ordo said to the vod before turning and quickly walked to the viewport.

"Give me a SitRep." Ordo said aloud.

"Main fleet engaging Adumar defense fleet." The scanner officer reported, "a secondary group seems to be moving to the opposite side of the planet."

"Alright have Cyun launch fighters but tell them not to enter the furball until ordered" Ordo began, "send Shuk and Bev to the port side of the furball. Send Beviin and Bikadinir to starboard and have them open fire on enemy fighters. Move Ca and Cerar in to offer support to the corvettes."

"Tell them to aim to cripple. There is no sense in killing future citizens unnecessarily. "

Ordo finished issuing orders and went to watch the battlefield on the scanners. Hopfully they would land troops soon and the fight would be over.



Total length: 3916 meters
Flagship: Ordo-Class Frigate: “Beskar’tor”
3 Ordo-class frigates (1200 meters): Buurenaar, Ca, Cerar.
4 Grey fox light corvettes: “Bev”, “Boracyk”, “Beviin”, “Bikadinir”(576 meters)
1 Guardian-class frigate (180 meters): “Shuk”
3 Kad’ika-class Light Cruisers: “Solus”, ”T’ad”, “Ehn”(1200 meters)
2 BBC-75 Cavalry-Class Pocket Carrier (760 meters): Cuyan and Dral


@[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Cassanus"] @[member="Northstar"] @[member="Hutuun'Kyramud"] @[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[Captain Larraq]

Larraq's shuttle entered the atmosphere of the planet and a small wing of local starfighters came to flank it on either side. Over the shuttle's communicator an angry and nervous voice demanded to know the identity and intent of those within the shuttle. Larraq, who had been standing in the cockpit of the shuttle, reached up above one of the many chairs and flipped a series of switches. Now that his communicator was keyed in with the frequency they were using, he spoke to the Adumarian. "My name is Captain Rygel Larraq. Representative of Mandalorian Clan Dem'adas, CEO of Mandal Hypernautics, and general frazbot of the galaxy. I am here to negotiate with your government. So take me to your leader."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Captain Larraq"]

The frazbot was conducted to a conference room, stately and old. It could have fit many, many leaders of Adumar; in fact, the general temperature, odor of the air, crumbs on the floor and so forth indicated that many, many leaders of Adumar had sat here until recently.

At the head of a table, a tall, hooded figure rose. An earbud clipped to his skull, Boolon Murr watched Larraq and company enter.

"We would be honored if you would join us." He gestured to one of the long table's empty seats. "I am Boolon Murr, Priest of the Mother Jungle. I have been asked to negotiate on behalf of the leaders of this nation of Adumar."

 

[Captain Larraq]

After a few hours of being guided to a landing pad, posturing and arguing with local security to let him keep his weapons, and bluffing his way from one authority figure to another, Larraq finally stood before someone with the authority to speak on behalf of the local government. And just his luck... a slug. Larraq was far from fond of non-human races (unless they happened to have accepted the Manda. Then they were brothers.), but all the less when they happened to be slimy.

Standing up a little straighter and reminding himself what he had to gain here, Larraq smiled and approached the slug with an outstretched hand. "Rygel Larraq, CEO of Mandal Hypernautics and impromptu diplomat for clan Dem'adas. I think there is a lot we can do to help each other."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The Ithorian pacifist refrained from shaking hands. Instead, he sneezed vigorously out of both throats on the side of his long, high-shelled neck. "I apologize," he said. "I'm suffering from a minor respiratory condition, easily aggravated by a minor allergy to bullpoodoo. You Mandalorians want legitimacy for your takeover of the system, you wish to secure a local ally, you're willing to make disproportionate concessions and even payouts, you have a deal you think we'll like, and you have a use for Adumar that probably involves starfighter technology and other weapons of war. So. What is your offer?"

 

[Captain Larraq]

Larraq's face deadpanned for a moment as he stared at the the non-human. After a moment, he lowered his had to its usual resting place on the handle of his pistol. "My offer is to not park a fleet over your capital and pull the trigger until there is nothing left." Larraq said bluntly. Ignoring the slug for a moment, Larraq walked over to a small table in the corner and poured himself a cup of tea. One cube of sugar and several silent moments of stirring later and Larraq turned to face the diplomat again. "The Mandalorians don't care about legitimacy. They never have. If they want something, they take it. The Manda allows them the freedom to do as they wish."

Larraq took a deep sip of his tea and let the warmth of it flow through himself. "And as far as I'm concerned it's a childish display of power and a waste of everyone's resources." He said as he leaned against the wall and sipped at his tea. "What I want is to keep your cities and factories intact and your civilian population safe and secure. Declare your intent to join the Dem'adas clan and the Mandalorian fleet will have no choice but to pass over this area while they deal with your neighbors. Your government and business stay in power, your people stay safe and employed, and Mandal Hypernautics assumes control over this section of the planet." Larraq said before pausing to take another sip of tea. "The ten percent taxation rate my clan takes from your country will be negated in the increasing value of your dollar after the conflict is over... And all of your citizens know that you saved them from a petty and pointless war."

"And when neighboring countries struggle to hold back the Mandalorian forces, at a heavy price, and their civilians see how well your country is treated..." Larraq said as he tried and failed to take a sip of his tea. Looking at the bottom of the empty cup, Larraq continued to talk as he returned to the table with the local tea. "You'll receive an influx of fresh labor and your government will quickly be able to gain influence over neighboring territories. Hazmana. If you declare allegiance to the Dem'adas clan, you could take over whatever rival countries you wish and the Mandalorian forces would help you do it." Larraq said as he poured and stirred a second cup of tea.

"And then there is the long term benefit..." Larraq said as he focused more on his tea than the Adumarian negotiator.

@[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Lavania]

Lavania had been intrigued when she heard the news or at least bored enough to show up while she went around with the other mando's, the war had been going in their favor sure but the need to push outside of their little pocket of space was big. The longer they stayed there the more chances of being boxed in by the Republic or the Fels. They might even have a new faction rise like the dominion but they had just as quickly disappeared. Now the group had come to this moderately interesting world that she just walked around in.

 

[Davin Starrunner]

Davin Starrunner sat in the pilot's seat of his YT-2000 ship. A contigent of Mandalorian starfighters formed up behind him. He had been in a few ariel battles in his life and had showed quite a talent for it as well as strategic space planning so it had been decided that he would lead a small flight of starfighters under the call-sign "Rapier". It was only a very low level command but it was his first time commanding a squad so he would do his best and make his fellow vode proud. Once they had exited hyperspace, Davin ordered his into a tight attack formation. Once they were in formation and they had achieved position in the larger fleet Davin opened the comm channel to the Mandalorian flagship The Mythosaur's Pride and notified the communication officer that Rapier Flight was in position and awaiting orders. All that was left was to hold position and wait for the battle to be joined.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Captain Larraq"]

Boolon blinked slowly. "Increased value for our currency is not your strongest selling point, so to speak, for an export-oriented nation. Your offer may be pungent with realpolitik and bracingly fortified with orbital strike capability, but I'm afraid my employers will have to decline your offer for the Dem'adas clan."

He presented a signed document.

"As you can see, shortly after the Mandalorian fleet engaged Adumari defense forces, while you were being -- what is the term? - 'given the runaround' on your way here, the nation which employs me committed its allegiance and tribute to Clan Skirata instead. Clan Skirata being known for integrity."

The Ithorian permitted himself a rippling, inhuman smile. It did not reach his eyes.

"Now, what was that about orbital bombardment?"