Welcome to the Jungle [Horde, Mando, Circe, Others]

[Strider Garon]

MYRKR​

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Great Northern Forest: Myrkr Base
Haran (Mando Black Site)

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Hidden deep in the Great Northern forest of Myrkr was a Mandalorian black site, a secret prison, built to hold the highest profile prisoners of Mandalore. Haran, hell in mando’a the site was infamously named by its mando operators. It was a simple design, four cell blocks and two containment field cells with dedicated generator rooms surrounding a centre control bubble. The jail itself was built deep below the surface, under the famous Myrkr base that served as a great cover for the black site.

The Ysalamiri rich forest provided a natural defense against the force sensitive intruders while thirty mandalorian commandos commanded by one supercommando ran the day to day operations and interrogations of the unfortunate guests. All prisoners were on 24 hour lockdown and supervision. Sides from constant observation by holocams, there was routine patrols in intervals of 15 minute checks and continuous patrols by security droids. The halls of the prison were laden with yslamari tubes that added more protection against the force users that were housed within, severing their connection to the force.

Ground level would be the main Myrkr base that had two barracks, the main house that had the only turbo lift that could access the prison below. There was also a maintenance hangar that outcropped with landing pads. The base was protected by a shield generator that was equipped with a secondary and tertiary generators that were all housed below the prison itself and accessed only by the turbo lift. The perimeter was guarded by manned patrols, droid sentries and automatic guard towers equipped with anti-personal and AA weapons. There was also a local mandalorian garrison based out of Hyllyard city that if called upon could offer support. A normal sized defense fleet would hold superiority over the skies and space around Myrkr

Today the prison only housed twenty inmates and one of them only being a force user. Circe was a personal prize of the Mand’alor and was being detained in Containment Field 1 with the specialty stun cuffs and the mandalorian high security deterrent collar. She was conscious but immobile due to the field keeping her suspended in the air.

Marshals Garon and Ordo were escorting Gilimar Skirata on a ‘routine’ security inspection of the site. They had just landed with their entourage of Mandalorian elites to see the humanoid plant that the Mand’alor had captured.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

One thing was for sure: Circe Savan was responsible for disseminating more bastardized White Current teachings than anyone in the history of ever. Ember had had the dubious pleasure of tracking one of her students through the Sith Empire, a good while ago.

Ember had been a White Current practitioner for thirty years. Between that and fairly standard Master-level instincts and Force senses, he was the ideal choice to sit in a cloaked stealth fighter over Myrkr, outside the range of the ysalamir effect, and meditate. Just in case anything tried some special tricky way to get into the system.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Arrbi Betna, Alor of clan Betna, sat in the control room monitoring the screens. The Betna clan held sway over the planet Myrkr and used the area as a training ground for both the Mando'ade within the clan as well as constant Verd'gotene. Normally, one of his distant cousins ran the facility, but Betna figured he'd give his cousin a few days off and took over for a while.

He watched the various cells while his staff, more Mandalorians, manned their stations throughout the control room and the rest of the facility. The Control Room was the most easily defendable area of the prison and, quite honestly, it needed to be. From here the majority of the prison was controlled and from here the signal preventing every deterrent collar from detonating and killing the prisoners emanated. Without the signal, each collar would detonate which, while entertaining, would kill the entirety of the prisoners housed here.

Arrbi leaned back and stretched. It was an easy job, but a somewhat boring one. He idly wondered if he should have taken a job out on the Fringe side of the galaxy. From what he had heard, things were getting a little warm nowadays...

 

[courageisthekey]

Three months ago I lost someone very dear to me. A mercenary by the name of Ven'Rain Sekairo, also known as the famed Childe of the Stars. She was slain by Ashin Varanin, only after being weakened by faulty lungs, a damaged heart, and the near loss of her lover. That single event had shaken me to the core... I was barely myself anymore, to be honest. Tai'ko Vin was just a silly little kid, parading around pretending to be a grown up. But I wasn't Tai'ko. I hadn't been for a long time. It just took awhile for everyone to realize and accept that. Vanessa Nacht Seele is my name now. One redheaded demon retrieved me from the pits of my personal hell. She dragged me out, showed me the light, and promised to bring me to power.​

That promise had yet to be fulfilled.​

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Therefore when the news that she had been captured reached me... I was furious. Circe hadn't been stupid enough to come to the meeting alone. But perhaps it had been ignorance that stopped her from bringing said companion inside with her. A small comm had been attached to her figure, letting me hear every last word. My hopes for her had been high... yet she wasn't strong enough to escape. Originally I had planned on entering the facility, kicking ass, and getting my friend back. Something, maybe logic, maybe the force, prevented me from doing so. There would be other ways (more successful ones) to rescue her. Armed with my knowledge of where they were taking her (not that it was surprising, really) I had left Mandalorian space and headed for the nearest group that liked Savan. The trip had taken longer than I would have liked.​

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Now I waited. Members of 'The Horde' had been notified of their ally's capture. They would come. Vong would fight Mandalorians on this day. It would be a conflict that would be sung about for ages- after all, it wasn't every day such a fight occurred. I doubted that only two factions would be involved in this today. Many hated Circe. Many loved her. That really didn't matter to me. All that mattered was either recollecting my master or losing her completely. We had bonded, something that irritated me to no end. I saw how broken she was (even if it was only for a time) after the death of Sekairo. Even I felt the echoes of the loss. Letting that happen again was not on my agenda. So either I would have my Savan, and never let anyone take her again, or I would squeeze the life out of her throat myself, to assure no one ever gained power over me through her again. Dramatic? Yes. Understandable? In my mind, completely.​

 

[Kable Detta]

Kable Detta had been selected to be apart of the security team that escorted Mand'alor himself down to planet Myrkr. He had the honor to not only be alongside Mand'alor, but also Marshals Garon and Ordo as well, in addition to the other Mandos assigned to the security detail. They were on a routine security inspection of the site.

Kable checked his gear to make sure everything was in order. He was in full Beskar'gam. His left gauntlet had a retractable vibro-blade, as well as a grapple launcher. His right gauntlet had a wrist blaster as well as a dart launcher. His Ripper Mk II is holstered on his right thigh. A bandoleer was strapped across his chest carrying 12 granades, 4 thermals and 8 frags. His Beskad was sheathed on his back next to his jetpack. He held his L3 Assault Rifle in the ready position as he walked.
@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles had decided that it was time for him to serve as a mercenary for awhile and he had decided to start by seeing if the Mandalorians would hire him. After all where better to start working as a mercenary then with people known for their abilities in war hopefully Aedan could learn from them and enhance his own abilities. For now he was stationed at the city Hyllyard with the garrison there Aedan had brought his own men with him a full squadron of fighter pilots flying the trademark Devastator-class heavy fghters he also had brought along a small amount of droids he had recently acquire they were stored in a safe place and would remain safe and out of harms way ready to disembark at a moments notice. For now Aedan and his pilots were working on their fighters modifying paint jobs and working on fine tuning their individual vessels.

After he finished working on his fighter Aedan Miles went to sit down a bit away from his men taking with him the three weapons he always carried on his person. These three weapons were his saberstaff, the shoto, and lightsaber setting these weapons on a mat placed before him the young man closed his eyes and focused on his weapons meditating upon the three of them and making sure that they were still in prime condition. After that he looked back at the pilots who now lounged on or under their fighters their flight suits on helmets near at hand. These pilots while they may look relaxed were ready for the call to arms at a moments notice. Aedan chuckled to himself before he moved to lay down upon the wing of his own fighter his Iron Skin hidden under the flight suit he wore.

 

[Garrus Garon]

...striding off the landing craft Garrus moved behind his Brother, Strider Garon, dressed in his Mandolorian Armor. Today he wore his helm with the rest of the armor, concealing haggard facial features, reading the sensors and holographic imaging it provided which only enhanced his already prodigious abilities to a more honed edge. He carried a Blaster Rifle, in both hands, across his chest with the butt resting against his right shoulder and the barrel aimed down towards his left hip; Garrus carried the Blaster Rifle more out of necessity though ranged was not his preferred method of combat and he’d discard it whenever convenient. The Beskad was worn over his right hip, the large Mandolorian Sword was sheathed and its hilt wrapped in leather waiting to be taken in the hold of a sturdy hand, where it belonged until Garrus decided to rip it free in his hold. The Warrior also wore a large energy pack across his back that he used to power his personal shield in combat; the backpack generated a power supply that could last upwards of hours rather than minutes and while it would be cumbersome for a lesser man Garrus enhanced strength ensured he could carry it easily.​

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Walking behind Strider he was here acting as a personal Bodyguard to the Field Marshal during this inspection. Garrus wasn’t particularly well known amongst the other Mandolorians but this was primarily because he kept a low profile and when Strider didn’t summon him as it were Garrus was usually laden with drink in a backwater bar somewhere. Duty seemed to backseat to drinking unless his Brother asked for his services. Maybe Strider was expecting trouble and this had prompted him to call on Garrus but whatever the reason he was here now. ​

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Unless he was spoken to Garrus remained largely quiet. He’d taken a hard pull from his stash of liquor before embarking on the mission which meant that he was ready, prepared, and willing to deal out large amounts of punishment. ​

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@Strider Garonhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1926-strider-garon/

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Mykyr. A curious planet, nearly a death sentence to a Force user stranded and alone in its wild rainforests. Filled with Force hunting Vornskr and the Force neutralizing Ysalamir it seemed like the perfect place to put dangerous Force sensitive criminals within Mandalorian Space. There had been few within their own space due to their general religious Force users of the Galaxy such as the Jedi and Sith, however he had heard they had garnered a few Force sensitive criminals from other governments.

Walking down the boarding ramp of their shuttle clad in his beskar'gam, he and the three Mandalorians beside him clanked down the ramp and onto the dirt path of the re-purposed smuggler base. As they walked passed the Mandalorians doing their daily jobs and drills they received nods and waves from a few Mando'ade. As they approached the site of the elevator they were stopped, scanned and passed through and began their decent into the Mandalorian Black Site.
@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Garrus Garon"] @[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Kable Detta]

Kable moved with the Marshals, Mand'alor and Garrus. He didn't expect to noticed by Mand'alor, he was young, and his clan had all but been wiped out. In fact, he was honored to just be selected for this detail. No doubt the work of Strider.

Kable waited his turn to be scanned before entering the elevator. Then they began their descent. Kable looked at the Warriors he was sharing the elevator with. He felt green next to them. He hoped that he would make them proud. That clan Detta would one day have glory again!
@Strider Garon @Ordo @Garrus Garon @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Matreya]

Circe Savan, an acquaintance more than an ally, was currently held by the Mandolorians in one of their max security prisons. Kasamann could not allow this. With all of the plans enacted recently, he had already set into motion a plan to aid the people on a galactic scale. Circe could be an advantage in this endeavor.

Thus plans were made. First, contacting the Horde was a priority. Being an ex member, and still an avid Vong appreciative, he hoped they would come. But if not, he still planned the biggest skirmish the Mandalorians had been in quite some time.

Contact was made to several safe houses spread across the cosmos. REX droids the man had been stockpiling, 30 to be exact, were all being prepared. Some 150 trained soldiers, all taught the basic art of stealth by one of the Galaxies greatest users, and armed to the teeth were sent word to ready themselves. The lightly armored warriors were trained to cover each others backs entirely, after a few shots a soldier will move to anew position while being covered by their brethren. This image creates the facade of a far larger number than actually entailed. A single shot to a dominate region for these men could mean death, so they never made a move unplanned.

Then came the secret weapon. Strapped to Zaidens Undead Army, were mini nukes capable of blowing apart a powerful bunker. Not one for every body, as 200 nukes would be to cost expensive. But for every armed Zombie, was 49 unarmed. This wasnt the only devastating fact however, next being a gyro style mechanism. As long as they continue to move, little sensors in the explosive are met keeping it docile. After 3 seconds of immobility, BOOM.

Some could say this was a bit much for a single prison, but then those warriors hadnt faced an army of mandoa. When he had barely reached knighthood, the massive Andolith - at the time being his original human-miraluka form - had faced 3 mando and a cyborg simultaneously. He knew how they worked. They were deadly and efficient, ever calculating and precise.

So to match the deadly capabilities of such an army, he had to bring his own. Even going as far as taking multiple weeks to set the event up. Using planetary bodies to hide their approach, as well as landing several hundred miles away, Kasamann managed to bring them single handed to the ground. From there they had to defend themselves while they remained hidden. If not for Kasamann's training, the whole ordeal would have failed.

Utilizing the energy of tortured enemies kept in the ship, the Andolith was able to fuel his Stealth Bubbles as he brought ship after ship. Anything bigger than a minimal crew vessel was to much - the largest thing he had ever covered until this time was a two floor home. Now he was covering ships designed to carry 20+ people. It wasnt even a large difference, but this was for real while the prior had been for show.

He never faltered however. And now they were ready...

The plan was as such; send in the zombies all out, followed closely by the droids. After all of the nukes were set off, the men would follow suit.

All the while, this was the distraction - possibly the biggest in Kasamann's history. While the main brunt of the Mandalorian army set about protecting the exterior, the Andolith would utilize the cracks in the Ysalamir bubbles caused by such a panic to reach the base with his best five - his Shadow Hunters. All trained by him, leading battles beside him in the name of the Fringe. Everyone of them was hardened to an exponential point.

Once inside he would initiate the second phase of his plan. For now, he calculated. He was sure that by the end of all of the proceedings, he would be fresh out of Undead and nearly all of his droids would fall. His men he felt were ready, and would be a greater challenge after the inital strike.

<Commence attack.> Kasamann murmured into the minds of his commanding officers. Immediately a roar that shook the planet was loosed, as his REX droids bolted past the lowering ramps and out of the ships. With them charged the undead, all the while Kasamann gave the andolith equivalent of a smile.

Starting a slow trot, he couldnt help but chuckle silently, as in the nearby distance a huge explosion rang. One of the idiotic Zombies had tripped, clearing a huge space for the Master to ease into - now completely clear of Ysalmir and causing the rest nearby to begin fleeing. No non sentient stuck around when their lives were at risk, following the very basic survival insticts.

The attack had begun, and the surprise sprung.

Subconsciously he wondered how many Mando would make the mistake of thinking a Zombie dead. Even the explosions themselves were attacks by the Zombies, as their blood would begin soaking into air filtration crevices. This alone could create Zombie Mando, which would be devastating...

Another Andolith grin spread, what an amazing idea!? As he moved, the man instantly began to search for the toughest Mando he could find.

@[member="Kable Detta"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Garrus Garon"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Matreya]

Laying flat on his stomach, Lord Daemos could be seen, if near enough, atop the prison. The butt of his sniper rested against his right shoulder as he slid a slug into the chamber. Pressing the metal into the gun, he brought his eye to the scope and watched as hordes of Undead began to charge the field. Planting a shot square in the sinus cavity of a large bodied Zombie, he watched its head explode, before grinning at the realization that he had gotten a twofer.

Reaching to load another round, the Czar Warrior placed his helm atop his head. After the hiss of the locking mechanism sounded, he began to aim the shot once more. Something had sent the man to this planet, and now he thought it must be to defend this establishment. Yes he had returned to his Sith path, this didnt change his allegiance to the Mandoa about himself.

None would breach the line with Daemos uptop... As he continued to move like lightning, he quickly realized that this may be incorrect. But he would attempt it none the less.

 

[Ru Tetsuya]

Someone had failed their duty. A prison such as this? How could an army such as the one that now walked among it be here? It mattered not as he was roused from his slumber, the primitive warrior stood from his cot in one of the many barracks that dotted the instillation. Throwing his hood over his bald head, he prepared for battle, slinging his scattergun over his shoulder, his beskad into its scabbard on the small of his back. This transgression would not go unpunished. He stepped forward, expecting the Force to be absent, but felt a tug of war as the small beasts scattered due to the explosions outside. One such lizard passed him by, its life ended with a single boot and a small amount of force from the Dathomiri native. Feeling his body fill with the Force again, he hoped things would not be this difficult.

 

[Strider Garon]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The moment the turbo lift opened its doors to the jail, Strider Garon felt the explosion above. “FRAK!” He growled as he stumbled forward bracing himself against the wall as more explosions let off. “STATUS!” The old man would roar into his coms that direct communication straight to the navy and forces above ground.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The main base was annihilated by the kamikaze zombies strapped with mini nukes. Once the first exploded with the destructive force to obliterate a city wide block it had killed all the zombies setting off a chain reaction of more explosions that shuck the surrounding area and took care of the vegetation for a few blocks. There wasn’t much living top side. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Marshal! We have data on nuclear weapons detonating in your area” The fleet commander responded[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Send in reinforcements and aid us where ever you can Commander” Strider commanded as he straightened himself up, looking over the mandos that traveled with him down the lift. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Top side is gone. Prepare to fend off intruders” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The Mandalorian fleet will manouver into position over the black site, what was left of the base and begin surgical strikes that tore the droids apart with brilliant flashes of turbo laser awesomness. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]In turn the Commander would also send word for the Local Garrison and Mercs to arm up and aid in the fight. [/SIZE]

 

[B'Arin Graad]

Death...

The soul-sundering shriek of terror's end and strength's demise...

Only the honor of the Mandalorians was unbreakable...

Even in death...

The first signs that something was amiss in the space around Myrkr were subtle. Sensors would flicker and suddenly flag contacts, yet none could be seen. And just as quickly as they appeared, the ghostly contacts disappeared. The first time it happened could have been dismissed as a fluke, a quirk of the systems. And then a second round of contacts pinged. Only this time, the space around Myrkr reacted. Tendrils of green began to claw through space, as if seeking firm ground. Then all was quiet and the sensor ghosts disappeared once again.

And then, all at once, the space above Myrkr was rocked by a shockwave as a massive vortex ripped apart the very fabric of space. Tendrils of green snaked and flailed wildly, as if heralding the coming of some great darkness. And yet the first thing to appear was not some ancient creature or an enemy fleet. Instead, a single vessel came out. Its form was battered and ruined. Whole sections of the ship's hull had been ripped away, exposing the inner decks to the vacuum of space. The engines flickered with the barest of power, desperately pushing the ship to clear the vortex before it collapse.

As the energy dissipated and the vortex collapsed, the ship's profile could more clearly be seen and it was unmistakable; a Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser floated there in orbit above the planet, adrift. It looked to be barely held together, with power flickering across the decks. At the helm of it, standing amongst the ruins of the bridge, was a man that had once taken on the title of The Shield of Mandalore. He had defended his planet against the Sith numerous times. He had fought alongside Mandalore the Bear. And when the call went out that the Sith had invaded Aeten II, he alone had taken a group of ships to stall the enemy force; a hopeless endeavor, but it had bought the Mandalorians time to gather their full strength and drive the Sith back.

History recorded his death then. When the Mandalorians surveyed the nebula, they found only wrecked ships. And yet, one ship was missing from the wreckage. One ship had lived on and continued its service to Mandalore. And now, it had returned to Mandalorian space. He had returned. A scarred gauntlet tapped the single working console, bringing up the barely-held-together com system and broadcast a simple message. "Ni su'cuyi, vod." B'Arin Graad had returned.

"Ni su'cuyi, vod." - "I'm still alive, brothers."

 

[Matreya]

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[Nolan Detta]

Nolan was sent to the floor, butt first. That's gonna bruise....He got up rubbing his behind as the compound shook from explosions above. @[member="Strider Garon"] sent instruction to the fleet above, and in response, Nolan drew his M-12 "Kath Hound"and loaded a shell in the chamber. His magazine clicked as the rounds moved forward into position. He was ready for an assault and wouldn't let his vod down. Clann Detta had just emerged and was now about to let all of the other clans know how powerful they really are.

Sir, I'll take point on the entrance.

@[member="Kable Detta"] @[member="Novorian Asha"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[courageisthekey]

Ah, it had started. Chaos was about to erupt on the planet below. An ally of The Horde had appeared, surprisingly before the Vong themselves. Intriguing. I would have to keep an eye on this one. A Subach shuttle (with myself and roughly two dozen armed mercenaries inside) was on it's way to the surface. Hopefully our new 'friend' would keep the fleet busy long enough for us to reach the base. To heighten our chances three other shuttles, containing a few droids and some explosives, were also in route. If we were lucky they would get shot, explode, and knock out enemy fighters. Otherwise we'd be blowing up before the real fun even started. "Let's get the party started," I said, giving the order to start moving. The Mandos were quick to respond, and already one shuttle was nothing but debris now. Feth. Our pilot had to do some pretty fancy swerving to get out of that one. By the time we were halfway there another exploded, taking two small fighters with it. My hand clenched around the hilt of my lightsaber in anger. At least no living beings had been on either shuttle. I wanted to keep casualties to a minimum. Or at least casualties on my side.​

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Shots were fired, one slamming into the side of our transport. I grimaced and prepared for the cold vacuum of space... To my relief it wasn't enough to take us out of the air- not yet at least. But the third decoy was soon destroyed, leaving us as the lone target. Fire was directed straight at us. Red lights turned on as alarms started blaring. We were going down, fast. Emergency systems activated, keeping us up for the time being. "Get us to the surface. Now." My voice was more serious than it had ever been. This wasn't just some easy mission. We were going to treat this like life or death. Why? Because it was. If these mercenaries failed me, they would die. They knew that. So when I gave the order to move, they moved. Troops pulled on their helmets and started getting jumppacks on. They were all wearing Tenloss Corporation armor, and were equipped with blasters, grenades, and knives. Vibro-knives, to be exact. Had to be prepared, after all.​

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Somehow we managed to make it into the lower atmosphere, though our vessel was severely damaged. It would not be leaving the planet again. Our descent was rapidly quickening... Feth, we were going to crash. Grunting I yelled at the pilot to do his best to slow us as much as possible. Everyone else was to brace for impact. When we hit the ground it sent a jolt through my entire body, along with the other crew members. Nearly thirty seconds later we had stopped completely. The pilot had banged his head on the control panel and was unresponsive. Dead. Most of the mercs were still fine, though they'd be a bit bruised up in a bit. "You know your orders. Get out, get to the prison, take out mandalorians, capture the command center, free Circe, get paid. Failure will be unacceptable. If you run or attempt to flee to save your own skin, I will personally cut you down before you have a chance to say 'oops', that is if the Mandos don't do it first. Let's go."​

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Kicking open the door (which had been jammed) we left, only now discovering the fact that our shuttle was aflame. We had landed in a forest, the base not terribly far. By now they would know we were here. If the firefight in the sky hadn't been signal enough, the smoke now rising from the trees would be a telltale sign. Time to rumble. I started running, the others not far behind me. Thanks to my Morganian blood and lack of thick armor I was quicker than the rest. Which meant I was the first to get far enough to see our ally's troops. There were plenty of them. With a quick hand motion I ordered the mercs to stop. "Group A, give support to our friends here. Group B, stay with me. We have to find their leader and coordinate with them." Nods were exchanged and half of my forces ran off, joining the undead warriors.​

The fun was just starting.​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The cloak down, fried by the radiation of multiple nuclear blasts, Ember watched from orbit as the attackers ran through territory that they had just successfully irradiated. Apparently they feared neither humiliation nor cancer.

 

[Sturgis Tal'Verda]

Sir...
Reports were flying in, left and right. Somehow a large amount of troops had landed on the surface of Mykyr, undetected. A single Ash'amur Star Destroyer hung in space accompanied by three Hokaanir-class Frigates. These along with two Ara'novor-class shokita defense stations were left to guard the planet with a similar set up, a second shift if you will, placed just behind the moon of the planet. It had been a rough day. The Mand'alor had come through, checking in on a high value prisoner, Circe, a Sith Lord whom had worked with the Sith empire to terrorize their space for years. And now he had karked up. The large Mandalorian hated failure.

But as he stood on the bridge of one of the massive defense stations his aides were bringing him a different set of reports. Ships and friendlies blinking in and out of the sensors. And then it happened. The room became green as the light from the supernatural portal filled the room. Sensors went wild, and turrets spazed, targeting random things that were not truly there. A few seconds in, the flickering form of a classic Mandalorian warship came to be, a com from the ship, weak and haunting.
"Ni su'cuyi, vod."

He didn't know what to say. His aides looked at him in terror, surprise, fear. With a shaking finger he pressed the com button. The voice, it sounded familiar, but there was no way. The Manda had claimed in long ago. "B'Arin...Graad?"
@B'Arin Graad @[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[B'Arin Graad]

@[member="Sherruk Vhett"]

B'Arin smiled behind his helmet, cracked and pitted from wear and constant fighting. "Su cuy'gar, ner vod." His voice was weary, but held in it the same pride and power it always had. A movement behind him caused him to turn and spot a weak arachnoid figure attempt to claw itself weakly out from under a fallen deck plate. Without hesitation, B'Arin snatched a long piece of durasteel adorned with the mutilated arm of another arachnoid and stabbed the creature in the face before turning his attention back to the console. "I recognize the planet here as Myrkr. Tell me, ner vod. How long was I gone?"

Before an answer could come, an explosion rocked the ship off its port side. Alarms blared weakly as power began to flicker even more rapidly. B'Arin held himself against the console as several others exploded. "The ship is dying. I need evacuation for ninety-six as soon as you can get it here, ner vod." With that, the com system died all together, but B'Arin was already running off the bridge as the ship began to list dangerously towards the planet. The engines sputtered and died, surrendering the ship to the mercy of the planet. Soon, the planet would take hold of the ship and drag it down to a fiery death, along with the ninety-six surviving Mandalorians.

"Su cuy'gar, ner vod." - "Hello, my friend." Literally "So you're still alive, my friend."