We'll See You Now [Mandalorians vs The Primeval]

[Garza]

Location: Bridge of nameless cruiser.
Objective: Attack
Allies: All Primeval
Enemies: All Mandalorians, [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"],
Gear: Armor, Lightsaber, Sword One, (Storm) Sword Two
Music Selection: Courtesy Call - TFK

After the song had finished, I smiled as it changed to one of my other favorites. A song about danger coming to the club. Or as I would like to think of it as, myself and what I planned to do with the ships. But the sad part was right in the middle of the song, there was a calling out that ships were being thrown out by the Frigate. I smiled. This was the perfect time. Still playing the music. I stood up from my seat within the cockpit, and yelled out loud enough over the entire hanger bay.

"The Mandalorians have sent out ships from their fleet. Coming straight towards us."

I remembered the time when I was first asked to rally the troops. Now many years later, I still felt nervous, but it was a feeling that I knew well. And used it to my advantage.

"I see the fear in you that would take the heart of any soldier. I can feel it. I know you. I am you. All of us have a duty to defend, and to attack upon the Host Lords command. As her men, you will play a vital role within the fight. Stand strong. So that we can show those who doubt our abilities, that we are not to be underestimated."

There was a silence as I looked about me. Saying one last word.

"Fight where you stand."

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Station
Objective: Defend the Station
Allies: All Mandalorians, [member="Mira Gyndar"], [member="Xalus"], [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Werdla Dardalab"], [member="Strider Garon"],
Enemies: All Primeval!!

"Primeval is about to come a knocking and we have to prepare," she answered him turning to look at him as she did so before her gaze went right back to Strider to get instructions on what they were to do. Since they were both Force Users it would be in their best interest to not be in the same group and to operate from opposite sides of the ship. Ana was she he would get the reasonings on why this was a good idea.

"I'll take a group and head to the east end. Anyone that wishes to follow I'm leaving now." Yes, there was still time left before they arrived but Ana wasn't going to mess around. They could go to that end and play the waiting game all the same. She would prefer it that way anyway. She would wait a few minutes before she left to gather a group but than she was going as there wasn't a moment to lose.

First they make grabs for territory closer to the Mandalorians and now they are coming here? Primeval definitely had balls for doing so. They were going to see first hand what this sort of behavior got them right now.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Station
Objective: Draw and Stay out of trouble
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Xander Carrick"], Mando'ade
Enemies: Primeval and Bounty Hunters that don't exist - except in nightmares.

Mira looked down at her holomap with a sigh – unfortunately for her, her barracks was in a somewhat secluded area of the space station – translation, she was clearly out of the fight. Her jagyc-ba’buir was good, oh he was very good. He managed to put her in an area that he assumed would be safe – she could only hope he was wrong, somewhat. She wanted to field test her modified WESTAR-47s and even put The Guardian to good use. Maybe she’d be able to cut through some droids, or whatever these people are bringing.
Hell, she didn’t know.

She did know that [member="Aton Gyndar"] would be scared out of his mind or atleast she’d feel it as such. Then, there was little @Rhyen Gyndar. She didn’t quite know how he’d react – her little brother and her hadn’t had much time together since the Galaxy seemed to return to a normal state of affairs.

War and conflict.

One would have thought that it was all gone with the Galaxy attempting to unite in some form – but that was a lie. Her footsteps would be muffled by the sounds of battle surrounding the station, thuds of impact would gently rock the station – but Mira didn’t mind it. She was elsewhere, perhaps even immersed within the Force. She found the small cords to her digital music player and inserted the pieces into her ears, gently seating the buds into her ear canals.

Then, she’d hit play on her panel – adjusting the volume slightly as it began playing out some of the latest hits by Strand V – a popular band across the Galaxy. She wouldn’t bother to look up as she approached her door, pressing the code to enter – the door sliding effortlessly open with a soft hiss that she couldn’t hear as the song “Creatures” came on.

She’d just start nodding her head, her left hand reaching out to grasp her graffiti spray gun – the room littered with artwork from floor to ceiling. She had already been cursed at by the maintenance people for failing to maintain a level of tidiness by her grandfather allowed her this expression – as this was apart of who she was.

She’d gaze around the room with garnet colored eyes, biting her lower lip in thought before spotting a piece that appeared incomplete near her bed – a goofy drawing of [member="Strider Garon"] wooing over [member="Anastasia Rade"]. She’d allow herself a chuckle as she approached it, kneeling down while rocking out to the song, humming softly.

And with that, she’d go to work – spraying away the colors of Anastasia – even drawing flowers of different shades of pink and purple around her while Strider begged on his knees with huge eyes filled with tears before her.

She had heard the rumors – and regardless of the truth – she acted on them. Damn her if he ever saw this, she’d be in deep poodoo.

Spoiler

Her Room - Haters gonna hate.

And if none of you got the Maroon 5 Reference - Song Animals, you seriously suck but I love you anyways.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Space Station
Objective: Repel invaders/Pseudo-Mandos, support [member="Strider Garon"]
Allies: The Real Mandos
Enemies: Prime and Pseudo-Mandos

"Ori'jate!"

Was the quick and immediate reply from the female as she limbered up, stretching her shoulders before swinging the 500 Riot Gun from her back down into her arms. It might be a bit early yet, but she loved that gun, and the feel of it was oh so right. No bottle or body ever felt quite as satisfying. The weight, the smoothness, the kick. This was her one true love, and it was time to share that love with the enemy.

She moved into position, behind and to the right of [member="Strider Garon"]. It allowed him lead while still having her in the easiest spot to bring her baby into action.

"You know what the say about girls and weapons.. The bigger the better, and we like to play with 'em in public."

Irreverent? Absolutely. Inappropriate? Most likely. Mandalorians were not known for being particularly subservient though, and La had spent a lot of time out in wild space as a pirate among other things. Her mouth might get away with her occasionally used to rough company as she was, but she was also surprisingly good at following orders.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Location: Space, Approaching from Planet, 'cloaked' but visible,
Objective: Get a closer look, Identify targets, Assess situation,
Allies: Mandalorians,

Spoiler

[member="Verz Horak"] : 1x Command Ship, 2x Cruiser, 1x Frigate, 3x Frigate
[member="Arrbi Betna"] : 1x Elite Starfighter, 12x Elite NPC's
[member="Anija Ordo"] : 1x Elite Starfighter, 12x Elite NPC's
[member="Uriel Manteroni"] : 1x Advanced Starfighter,
[member="Verd Skirata"] : 1x Advanced Starfighter,
[member="Jaden Taacyn"] : 1x Bes'uliik War Droid (I think)

Enemies: Primeval, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"],

Slowly drifting forwards, Naast'ika watched from afar as dozens of new IFF transponders blinked to life within the Ash'amur Dreadnought. Each one registered the equipped ship as a fighter, bomber, gunship, transport, or other support ship. Each transponder identified the ship's tag as well as the ship from which it would be launching. From even his current distance, Naast'ika was able to gain a clear understanding of the composition of swarming bees that prepared to eject themselves from their host and engage the enemy. And though he did not recognize the vast majority of those swarming, little ships as anything more than allies... there where quite a few that were instantly recognizable to Naast'ika as belonging to Mandal Hypernautics, on loan to the Mandalorian Protectors. Specifically, the custom and experimental craft of Mandalorians [member="Arrbi Betna"] and [member="Anija Ordo"]. With them, he could identify a number of other Mandalorian Protector starfighters, each a powerful and potent weapon on the battlefield.

Naast'ika would have to 'keep an eye' on those ships. They were closer friends and allies to him than any other on the battlefield than his own crew. And should they become overwhelmed, he would give his all to protect them. For he knew that they would do the same for Naast'ika...

Though he was still a good ways off, Naast'ika was finally entering what his crew referred to as 'visual range'. From here, external cameras could capture images of the target ships, quickly run those images through one of the many cybernetic computer systems installed within his hull, and extrapolate a three dimensional image of said ship or ships to be projected within Naast'ika's mind over-top of the sensor data already showing the positions of said ships... To Naast'ika, it was like the flipping of a switch. One moment, he saw numbers and statistics, and the next he saw a fully formed, three dimensional ship. Each ship had highlighted areas where sensor data and extrapolation showed the probable location of weapon turrets, power conduits, engine housings, and reactor cores.

Of course, these highlighted areas were oversized at first, but they would become more and more accurate as Naast'ika grew closer and the enemy ships began to more fully utilize reactors, weapons, shields, thrusters, and various electronics. But it was a little different with the enemy bioship. There appeared to be little upon the surface or immediate subsurface of the ship that could be targeted. The outer hull was devoid of power conduits as well as any weapons that Naast'ika's sensors could detect. Likewise did it lack thrusters or an easily discernible bridge, though it did appear to have a head-like structure. And to the rear... were a number of large, protruding fins. It was the fins that drew his attention from the rest of the ship. Though the main body appeared to lack any truly vulnerable areas outside of the utter core of the ship, the bioship's fins were emitting considerably more heat and radiation than the rest of the ship.

From his current distance, Naast'ika could not tell if the fins housed some form of weaponry or other threat, but he could easily distinguish those fins as possible targets for attack.

When he met her at last... He would likely need to destroy a few to discover their true purpose. And should they not prove to be a point of vulnerability... He'd have to hope that his weaponry was strong enough to bash through her outer carapace before she could unleash her dangers upon him.




On the bridge, Naast'ika's voice chirped with excitement as he continued to close on his prey.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Space Station/ Main Hangar
Objective: Defend the Station
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Verz Horak"] etc.
Enemies: Primeval [member="Nickolas Imura"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] etc.
Gear: In Sig and Bio

Heavy weapons on the main hangar was the order Titan had received from Strider. Ther he stood, front and center with his Reaver Repeater in hand and finger on the trigger. As soon as the Primeval showed their faces, he'd let them have it, along with the rest of the heavy squad. Titan took the lead on the doors and would gladly fill the halls with the blood of Evil.

"Titan in position, give em hell Vod!!"

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Space Station, Clan Akaata Courters to Hallways. On way to hangar bays nearby.
Objective: Gear up...
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] @Mandos
Enemies: [member="Nickolas Imura"] @Primeval
Equipment: Everything that has a link.

Waiting for an answer still Kezeroth started to gear up starting with his Armor. A suit that he designed himself for the purposes of bounty hunting and assaults. He found it funny the chest plate was decorated with mandalorian symbols of old, appropriate now that he was Mandalorian. Raising a arm Kezeroth pressed a button near his neck and blinked as his face plate folded over the face of his person. The systems HUD came to life and he began to check if everything was ready to go. " Comms..Check. Targeting.. Check. Hmm... Repulsor systems and Jetpack?" he waited for his HUD to catch up. Finally it showed all was ready to go, His armor was set... Now it was time to arm himself. Moving his large body across the room Kezeroth rested his right hand on his chin looked at the weapon rack that held all his goods. His first pick being his Favorite smashing tool Bone Crusher, A power hammer that had the power to shatter armor and send just about anyone flying. Lifting Bone Crusher from the rack the Gen'dai strapped it to his back and shrugged. Next he snatched up a DL-18 Blaster Pistol and holstered it to his belt. Now was the hard part... Picking a Rifle. The question now was Concussion Rifle or Particle Beam Rifle? Both had so much destructive power! Eyeing his LJ-50 Concussion Rifle he gently gripped it and adjusted the sling to fit on his shoulder. His communications suddenly flashed before his eyes notifying him that the Mandalorian Space Station would soon have unexpected guests. With a grin Kezeroth shouted " GET UP! Its time to shed some blood! Find Aedan!" the Gen'dais face held a smirk and his face mask folded back letting him feel the air on his face again.

Walking toward the door he nodded as a squad member opened it for him, but he stopped in the door way. From the Corner of his eye he gazed at his Sith Sword by his bunk, He knew it was calling to him. Extending a hand he called apon the force, gripping the Sword and summoning it to his hand. His Darkside presance expanded greatly only mimicing his bloodlust he was feeling. Holstering the Blade to his belt and releasing his grip of the weapon, Kezeroth motioned his body in a way that suggested he was relaxed and began to walk down the halls to the hangar bays.

 

[Valerie Vizsla]

Location: Boarding Shuttle
Objective: Take the Station
Allies: All Primeval, [member="Malik Rodarch"], [member="Hutuun'Kyramud"]
Enemies: All Mandalorians

Valerie nodded to Malik.

That was the only thing to say. She didn't like this. She didn't like fighting in space, but she knew that it had to be done, knew that this was important. The Siegemistress shifted slightly, moving forward towards the end of the room. There she placed her spear, almost reverently looking at it for a few moments before turning around and walking back towards the shuttle.

“Lets go.” Of course to replace her spear she had other weapons.

On her hips sat two WESTAR-34 blaster pistols, on the small of her back was a small beskaad, barely the length of her forearm. She didn't need more.

Quickly the siegemistress moved forward, flanked by Malik, and the other Mandalorians that chose to board her shuttle. The vessel shook slightly, and almost immediately left the carrier, protected by fighter galore like the other boarding craft.

 

[Malik Rodarch]

LOCATION: Boarding Shuttle
OBJECTIVE: Glory
ALLIES: Primeval, [member="Valerie Vizsla"], [member="Hutuun'Kyramud"]
ENEMIES: Mandalorians

Now inbound, he could feel the familiar pound of his heart within his chest.

His heart was the drum of war, the drum that had kept him marching in times when it had been nigh impossible. Stubborn people, stubborn in battle and even more stubborn in the face of death. It was a prospect that was more than well aware of, Malik Rodarch may have made it into his forties but the end could come at any time, at any place.

As long as it came in the heat of battle then he was at peace with it.

Making their approach, he engaged in a last minute equipment check. He was a modest man so this wasn't something that took a particularly length amount of time. Thunder and Lightning, his not-particularly imaginatively named stun gauntlets (with attachments) were adjusted, the brick shethouse of a man flexing his hands and fingers beneath to get that feel for it.

Strapped around his back was Big Rhonda, the antiquated 8-gauge shotgun who had seen her fair share of action, perhaps even more than he had. Back on the wild sands of Tattooine when he was naught but youth and gumption he had bought the weapon used with what little credits he had.

He was oft criticised for his weaponry choices, offered countless high-tech replacements that had been made to counter the last biggest thing on the market. But a man wasn't made by his equipment, or at least that was his belief. He pondered what Mandalorians they would encounter upon the other side, would they provide that test of mettle, of glory?

The shuttle shook beneath his feet as they approached the station, still flanked by fighters.

 

[Uriel Manteroni]

Location: Space Combat Perimeter
Objective: Space Superiority
Allies: The Mando'ade, Mandos Fighters [member="Verz Horak"]
Enemies: Kyr'tsad , Shuttle [member="Valerie Vizsla"] [member="Malik Rodarch"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Thought; Speech; Action; NPC.

Music: http://www.vagalume.com.br/linkin-park/burn-it-down.html

Uriel eagerly awaited the attack wave of Primeval! Then it happened: A starfighters group came out of an Primeval carrier and it was following for a Shuttle!

Vamp: "Enemy Attack Force forward!"

The fighters came into formation flanking the Shuttle.

Uriel think: Amazing! Launched the Shuttle before any divergent action of fighters to occupy our fighter force !! They sent the shuttle along the fighters! There are two hypotheses: 1-Or they have many other Shuttles to launch and they decided to sacrifice this; 2-Or has few fighters to escort and they decided to throw everything they had!

Uriel looked at his companions:

Verz Horak : 1x Command Ship, Cruiser 2x, 1x Frigate, 3x Frigate
[member="Arrbi Betna"] : 1x Elite Starfighter, 12x Elite NPC's
[member="Anija Ordo"] : 1x Elite Starfighter, 12x Elite NPC's
[member="Verd Skirata"] : 1x Advanced Starfighter,
[member="Naast'ika Laaran"]: 1x Frigate

With our power, this Shuttle is trying to commit suicide!

Then Uriel calls in Comms, Verz Horak: "Defence Force, here Vampire 1. I will start a direct attack on the Shuttle. Copy clear?"

Uriel accelerates its maximum power Clawcraft and he injects antimatter in the ionic drive generates a afterburner! At HUD, sets 3 protons torpedoes (total 6), and locks the director of shot in the Shuttle.

Uriel: "Vamp, activate shields at full power, redundancy in critical systems, notify when we reach the shot envelope of the torpedoes!"

The Clawcraft advancing on the enemy formation. Uriel thought: Soon after to launch the torpedoes, I will be in the range of enemy starfighters !! I hope the other friend fighters take action !!

Vamp: "We are still far away!"

Uriel: "Ok. Vamp, turn on the ECM, and let the RWR on high alert, turn on the chaffs and flares! Activate the laser cannons, set to power 0.1 GW, ratio of 6000 rounds per minute! Let's burn these traitors !!"

Vamp: "Yes sir!"

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: Defeat the Mandalorian Fleet, secure the space station.
Location: Aboard the Divergent , Maladi-class Strike Frigate
Allies: The Primeval | [member="Nickolas Imura"]
Enemies: The Mandalorians | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Azrael"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Naast'ika Laaran"] | [member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Uriel Manteroni"]
Fleet: x2 Boar-class Assault Cruisers | x3 Maladi-class Strike Frigate | x1 Prim'ra Carrier | x4 Bastion-class Gunboats


The enemy fleet seemed to have been maneuvering itself closer to theirs. At The Primeval's disposal were four heavy long-ranged ion cannons, four dual heavy long-ranged mass driver cannons, and thirty heavy long-range quad turbolaser cannons. These long-ranged heavy weapons were ordered earlier to fire upon the large dreadnought that made up part of the enemy fleet. Although the Mandalorians had intimidating warships, size did not mean everything. In effect; The Primeval warships were already able to score hits whilst the lumbering enemy had to get into range in order to fire.

Anja's advisor watched as the battle begun. "The enemy fleet seems to be moving into attack range. Should we continue to hold position here?" He asked the Host Lord for her own tactical input before offering his. She may not have been the most competent fleet commander but so far basic strategy has been playing out well for her.

The witch did not take too much time to think on the matter. It was clear that their fleets would match similar speeds in the vacuum of space; both had some rather lumbering vessels. Heavy and firepower-focused. Her pale eyes examined the tactical data before she finally spoke. "Have all ships reverse, we can maneuver backwards and continue to fire from our range." She spoke softly but in a way that resonated with clarity over the chatter of the command deck. Her insight given, the officers began relaying and thus their formation began to reverse whilst facing the enemy.

"Firing orders?" He was curious to know if they should continue hitting the large dreadnought alone. Sensory still had not picked up what damage had been done thus far. But devastating ion fire, followed by a volley of mass-driver projectiles and turbolaser fire would surely have done something.

"Have all ships continue firing for now. We're at a distance; we can always change targets when needed... By-the-way. Be sure to compliment Titan Industries on their frigates. Impressive firepower packed into such a small size. I wouldn't mind a personalized version..." The change of subject was rather unexpected of her but her focus remained on the battle. If the enemy dreadnought did not have advanced shields it likely couldn't take a considerable beating. Whether or not that was the case would remain to be seen.

"Enemy fighters are being picked up on our sensors. Exact trajectory is currently unknown but at this distance we shouldn't have to worry about our shuttles; they're not going to make range in time." The sensory officer spoke up and reported the findings.

And so the battle continued on. The victor was far from being decided but so far it seemed to be positive for The Primeval Fleet.

As for the little bioship on the fringe of the battlefield; its signatures haven't yet been discovered.

Actions:

All ships are rolling backwards in formation to avoid entering standard range.
Long-range weapons are continuing to bombard the dreadnought.
Fighters, bombers, and interceptors are still on standby.

 

[Garza]

Location: Bridge of nameless cruiser.
Objective: Attack
Allies: All Primeval
Enemies: All Mandalorians, [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"],
Gear: Armor, Lightsaber, Sword One, (Storm) Sword Two
Music Selection: Courtesy Call - TFK

I looked around as more commands came on. And the last one almost made me rage a little bit inside. Still we were on standby. You know what? Feth it. looking around, I grabbed the attention of one man.

"Hey, get me a lawn chair, a table, beach umbrella, a bottle of whiskey and a glass."

He looked at me strange, and then I tilted my head down at him. followed by his movment to get out of there with a shrug of his shoulders. After a minute or so, four men were carrying everything I needed. Sitting down in the lawn chair, I poured myself a drink under the good ol umbrella. Pulling my helmet off to reveal my black hair pulled up in a man-bun.

"if I finish this bottle before we get out into the field, I won't have to pay for it."

Reasonable price right?

 

[Azrael]

Location: Bes'bavar Pocket Carrier / Command Bridge
Objective: Get to the source of the insurgents
Allies: The Mando'ade
Enemies: Kyr'tsad

Logically, the space station wasn't much of a fortress, nor did it house intrinsic or sensitive information that would be detrimental to the Mandalorians in the wrong hands. This was mostly a relay point for ships, and from a management standpoint, it served a sort of satellite that would help with border preparations, and planet surveillance. However, what this station symbolized was more than enough for Azrael to take a vested interest in the assault on his fleet to capture and attain it. This station was crafted under the watchful gaze of his Buir and friend. Despite the current status of Gilamar, Azrael would never forget that day on Empress Teta, nor the burial ceremony on Keldabe to say goodbye to a brother, a father, a leader and a friend. This was an attack on the legacy of Gilamar, and he wasn't about to let these outsiders tarnish that reputation without a chance to crush them in the grip of his crushgaunt. He saw the tactic and strategy in attempting to take it, whether it was for the position itself near Muunilist, or the idea of testing their merit against the strength of the Mando'ade. Whatever the reason however, it was inconsequential to the salvager - they had stepped across a line he was going to make sure they suffered for.

Reports were coming in, being managed on the command deck by the operating Mandalorians, and delegated to those that needed their attention the most. One of the resolute things about the Mando'ade was their preparedness for battle. You could wake anyone of them up from a dead sleep and within a fraction of the time it would take a normal solider, these vod would be ready for battle and raring to go. It only took a short while for the bucket heads on the station to get into formation and plot out a course to defend the station from the invading force. Likewise, the fleet of ships that had been called to the scene had already become entangled in a space battle with the Primeval in record time. Their silence on any matter, if ever construed as disinterest or even apathy, would be a mistake for anyone circling to that errant conclusion. Before the Mand'alor, the holographic display of the ships in play and the station's perimeter seemed to dissatisfy the half-blood causing a visible crease in his face before he waved the image down and initiated an on screen display of the entire field of view that the pocket carrier could take.

Space opened before him, magnificent in it's glory and radiance, but filled with machines of metal and might that brought a race of vigor to his soul. Casting grey eyes silent against the backdrop of stars and vessels alike - a sight that the graph display of red and green blips could not hope to express. Inwardly his mind kept moving through various plots and procedures, absently filing a few pieces of information and shuttling them back and forth to coordinate some of the lesser fights he assumed would break out. The entire scene itself reminded him of some of the games played back on Ord Mantell. He had a knack for seeing the strategy behind the game, and yet rarely ever played them himself - mostly due to having very little time in the casinos to relax. This was a far more involved game, and he wasn't the only player on this field. He'd find out soon enough who was behind this attack, but that was a multi-faceted answer, and at the present moment, all he wanted was to put a face and name to the one pulling the orchestral strings.

"Send a wave to the command vessel, initiate an encrypted channel. I want that aruetii on this screen." Azrael ordered as he lifted his buy'ce and slid it on to form the beskar'gam that proved to be a catalyst of respect, and fear in many who had dared look into his crimson visor. "Let's see whose turning these wheels." The words said to himself beneath the veil of his helmet while he waited to match words with the commander of the vessel - though he understood he may only be getting a cog and not the hands that turned the tides of war. Still it would be a start, it would be enough.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

OOC:

Spoiler

Actions Taken:

• Hail Anja's vessel and request a video commlink

 

[FareonW]

Location: Primeval Vessel
Objective: Survive
Allies: All Primeval
Enemies: All Mandalorians

Cal'diira watched as the dropship's pilot narrowly avoided the bolts of energy fired by the space station and the enemy ships, and was thankful for every bolt that the pilot avoided, knowing that any one of them could end some of his allies and his own life. The pilot began to use a set of controls that he hadn't used while flying, so Cal'diira assumed that the landing gear was being extended. He looked at his allies, knowing that his life may be dependent on them.

Although he knew this, he didn't necessarily trust them, especially the small person in the red cloak. He knew that he could depend on Laguz; they had saved his life before. He checked once more that his slugthrower was loaded, and that it wouldn't jam as soon that he started firing. Satisfied, he looked to the pilot, and awaited the signal that would tell him and his allies to get moving.

He didn't have to wait long before the Vessel stopped moving, and the pilot gave a series of hand signals with his hand to tell him and his allies to move. Cal'diira moved to the exit, confident that his allies would back him up. Soldiers from within the dropship began to run out into the hanger in search of cover. The war had now truly begun.

[member="Perla Pirjo"] | [member="Azrael Asura"] | [member="Sorvanth Emelari"] | [member="Laguz Vald"]

 

[Hal'kanor]

Location: Hanger Bay
Objective: Hold the line
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Mira Gyndar"], [member="Xalus"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Werdla Dardalab"], [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Primeval
Gear: Armor (Generic Durasteel Bear'skargam), Blaster Cannon, Arkudan Maulers x2

It had started growing louder for the bear, something he didn't like. The quiet had always been something to sit and enjoy, a peaceful time where he could think. The flashes of the HUD and the others talking around him was annoying. He missed the quiet of the past. Of the time watching the stars. But he missed his fellow Arkudans the most.

He wasn't sure what happened to them. Some were dead, some disappeared. Others just sat on Ziost. But he was here, and he would fight. Part of him wanted to, wished to tear things apart and soak in blood. The feral bit of him was straining, trying to get out. But not yet. For now, he needed to be ready.

"I wasn't told we had mounts." Another new initiate said, clearly making fun of him. The pair behind him continued to joke, and the bear simply looked around. He wanted to find a vantige point, somewhere to shoot from. Sadly, there was nothing that could support a couple hundred killograms of armored Arkudan. Running another check on equipment, he listened to the others.

This would be interesting.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

[member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Hal'kanor"] | [member="Xalus"] | [member="Strider Garon"]
Location: Station
Objective: Defend the Station, Kick shebs
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Primeval
Gear: Beskar'gam, Strill 2000, Beskar Claymore, Beskar Warhammer, Beskar Morningstar, Mando Ripper Mk. II


Mac took in the possitions of his Vode all around him, they had the hanger essentially sealed off, the chakaaryc'se were landing in what amounted to a slaughter box. The activity of his Vode slowly started to settle down as an enemy shuttle approached. The time was fast approaching, and Mac took aim. As the craft touched down, he smiled under his buy'ce, and a slight twinkle came to his eye. His barrel now pointed right at the shuttle and he knew they would have to be fast. As such, Mac fully intended on emptying his magazine, almost three dozen rounds at 10 a second before switching to his claymore and warhammer.

Mac activated his comm's unit, broadcasting on all frequencies, "Oya Manda!!!" As the shuttles ramp opened be depressed the trigger, and his Strill 2000 started barking fire...

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: Station Hangar - East
Objective: Stay alive
Allies: [member="Cal'diira"] | [member="Sorvanth Emelari"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"] | [member="Azrael Asura"] | [member="Valerie Vizsla"] | [member="Malik Rodarch"] | [member="Hutuun'Kyramud"] | The Primeval
Enemies: [member="Hal'kanor"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Werdla Dardalab"] | [member="Titan"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | Mandalorians

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZpDuvKAH5c​

There's a certain feeling of fear that tends to clog up the throat of those who are soon to delve into the unpredictable tides of battle, and Laguz felt it too. It was a faint scratching inside his trachea, gnarly, centuries-worn fingers trying and failing to disturb xir inner calm as the clawed at the cartilaginous rings. Not today.

The hunter was oddly serene sitting there on the jittering bench despite the impending doom breathing down their collective necks; perhaps owing to the fact that Laguz had been taking lives for longer than the whole shuttle combined, perhaps to something entirely different. Certain things remained difficult and unnerving even after decades of practice, and killing was one of those. There would be blood, of course. That much had been obvious from the moment they had descended upon the station, but thinking and doing were disparate concepts; something that many didn't realize until they experienced it themselves.

Oh, well. No time like the present.

If Laguz were a more conscientious, selfless creature, xe might've wondered about the mental state of xir current allies. Would they leave the place the same? Would they remain forever scarred by the carnage? How many of them had seen a life extinguished by the virtue of their own hands?

Didn't matter to the shifter; all xe was focused on was that one moment, the thrum of a heart muscle in xir chest, the gentle drag of stale air against xir lips as they neared the day and the hour. Whose they were, however, remained to be seen.

Then the vessel came to a skidding stop — xe'd chastise the pilot under different circumstances — and the soldiers of Primeval poured out, backs hunched as they ran for cover and the side corridors. You see… they weren't a force built on brutality and rushing headlong into battle — or at least Laguz didn't think they were — and they certainly weren't so stupid as to charge a station full of Mandalorians. Just wasn't their style.

Theirs wasn't the first shuttle to land; that honor went to a vessel aptly named Shuk'la'gam for the noble purpose it would serve that day. An expert pilot by the name Isre Li Coel had stepped up for the honor of delivering the strike of the Host Lord directly into the heart of the station, guiding the ship through the thicket of blaster fire and the perils of space only to land it in the hangar bay with one intention, and one intention only.

As the ramp of the shuttle began to lower with a hiss, a large, soiled bedsheet would come into view, spread in the doorway with a large smiley face painted on it. Behind it lay the true gift basket of the God-Empress, however, signed and kissed with red lipstick for good measure.

From Bastion with Love.​

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Even as the Mandalorians fired at the shuttle, as they inevitably would, the stacks of sonic detonators went off as the brave zealot in the cockpit squeezed the trigger of the detonator. A whole hold worth of sonic charges would explode as his thumb pressed down on the button, and the man would die with a smile on his face, knowing that he had done right by his Gods and their Prophet.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Station Hangar - East
Objective: Stay alive
Allies: [member="Cal'diira"] | [member="Sorvanth Emelari"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Azrael Asura"] | [member="Valerie Vizsla"] | [member="Malik Rodarch"] | [member="Hutuun'Kyramud"] | The Primeval
Enemies: [member="Hal'kanor"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Werdla Dardalab"] | [member="Titan"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | Mandalorians

Before Perla exited the landing shuttle, she would strap a vibro-dagger to her waist inside her enviro-armor in case she was subdued or captured. Since her weapons, especially the Acidthrower could severely burn her companions as well as her enemy she stayed behind the main Primeval forces for now. Hugging a corridor as she slid into the station, she breathed heavily in the confines of her face mask. Her heart raced in her chest but the dark narrow hallways and the incessant whine of the space-station alarm like a song in her ears, were not that much different from when she hunted wild game on Dathomir. It helped her to think of the Mandalorians as predators in a cave like the Kamurith - a beast she tracked and killed for fun, for the skin or meat. And like most carnivores, they smelled the fear on your skin, your hair, your breath. Today, Perla Pirjo would not let her enemy have that pleasure.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Dreadnought, moving to open space
Objective: Engage and destroy invading ships and starfighters
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"], [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Naast'ika Laaran"], All Mandalorians, All Mandalorian Protectors
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], All Primeval, Primeval Fleet

And just like that, they were cleared to launch. Betna kicked the repulsors on the starfighter on, lifting the ship from the deck plating as the cockpit sealed shut overtop of him. A final check of his path out of the hangar told him nothing was in the way and a quick glance over his systems told him nothing was awry. A push on the throttle and a moment later put his ship into the darkness of space, his ships thrusters taking over propulsion.

He pulled his fighter up and over, lining himself up against the opposing fleet, and waited for his wing to fall in. As they did so, he glanced at his sensors and out through the cockpit.

The enemy fleet was firing on the Mandalorian ships, aiming primarily, it seemed, for the dreadnought. Turbolasers fired constantly, some finding their marks against the shields of the Mando fleet, others missing entirely only to dissipate in the void beyond. His sensors picked up mainly escort ships and cruisers with nothing smaller than what seemed to be roughly corvette sized. Along with this was a something on his sensors that both told him there was something there, but not something made of metal or steel. After Teta, Betna figured that it could only be a Vong ship and, if the size was correct, big enough that it wasn't a starfighter problem for the moment. The lack of starfighter signatures told him either the small number of craft off towards the station was their only fighter compliment or that they were holding their fighter wings in reserve. Experience and logic told him it was more than likely the latter as such a small fighter escort for an assault force was... laughable at best and a trap at worst.

As his wing fell in behind and around him, Betna mulled over the flow of the battle and assessed which targets were key. The corvettes weren't much of a threat to the fleet, but to the fighter and bomber wings, they would be. The frigates would more than likely be used as a sort of buffer for the fleet while the cruisers did the majority of the fighting. The Vong ship, while a problem, wasn't something he could deal with at the moment. He'd leave that to the fleet itself.

"<Voxyn One>," he said as he spotted his wife's wing go to ready status. "<Beroya One. We'll hit the frigates if you can hit the small ships, looks like corvettes. I'm guessing anti-starfighter or perhaps boarding vessels. My money's on the former than the latter. Can you keep them busy while we line up for a run?>"

Betna glanced over his sensors, looking at the Primeval fleet's positioning once more.

"<Also, looks like they're deployed in a single plane. Horizontal, aligned with our fleet. Suggest Voxyn Wing strike from above while Beroya Wing hits from below. It should block their firing arcs and reduce their potential firepower.>"

 

[Hal'kanor]

Location: Hanger Bay
Objective: Hold the line
Allies: Mandalorians, Mira Gyndar, Xalus, Anastasia Rade, Werdla Dardalab, Strider Garon
Enemies: Primeval, [member="Laguz Vald"], Perla Pirjo, [member="Cal'diira"]
Gear: Armor (Generic Durasteel Bear'skargam), Blaster Cannon, Arkudan Maulers x2

Hal'kanor saw the charges a half second too late. He recoiled as the blast went off, his ears ringing as he slowly recovered. A solider ran past him. Bad move.

Huge paws swept out, ripping the man off his feet, and sending him into the bulkhead. He smacked hard, and fell in a position that a human body shouldn't rest in. Turning to the others, he let loose a roar, the feral, bestial noise amplified by the the chamber as it echoed throughout the space. The older mando's words hung in his ear. "Oya"

He lowers his shoulders, shifted them, and felt the blaster cannon fire into the crowd. And then he ran at them, leaping at [member="Cal'diira"] with the fullest intention to rip him to shreads.