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

[Anija Betna]

Location: Dreadnaught - Hangar Bay
Objective: Engage and destroy invading ships and starfighters
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Naast'ika Laaran"], [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Uriel Manteroni"], All Mandalorians, All Mandalorian Protectors
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], All Primeval, Primeval Fleet; Prime Suspects
Music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8zDRpqM4BU​

Spoiler

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

It seemed like the time between their request for launch authorization and the approval passed at a crawl. Finally, they were given permission to launch. Her squadron was billeted further back in the hangar, and so she found herself watching Beroya Squadron launch with a bit of envy. They were closer to the magcon field. As such, they generally got a better view of any fleet action that was happening. Now though, all she could see passing by outside the magcon field were flashes of light.

As the last ship of his squad slipped out of the launch bay, Anija finished her own preflight checks. Touching a few controls, the low rumble of her ship's engines began to fill the hangar. While this was classed as a Bes'ulik variant, it wasn't the starfighter many would associate with the term. This ship was smaller, and while many would think it was lighter, the beskar hull plating slowed it down considerably.

She took a few moments to think about how the ship came to be. Her forehead drew together in a frown as she recalled their first battle. Teta. Not one she was likely to forget. And here again, they found themselves diving into battle. This time though, they had a bit more on their side. Mainly in the way of the a full wing of Protector Bes'uliike. Shaking herself slightly, she gently put power to the repulsorlifts, guiding the craft up off the decking and angling it towards the magcon field. One by one, the Bes'uliike slipped out into the black, with Anija's being the last.

To anyone watching a tactical repeater, they would appear akin to a swarm of insects as the Protector Bes'uliike separated from their carrier ship. Among the other ships of the Mandalorian fleet, other starfighters and bombers would be launching as well. Their mission was rather straightforward: Halt the advance of the enemy fleet by any means. Her lips settled into a thin line as she watched her scanners for a moment. One by one, the bes'uliike which composed Voxyn Squardron formed up on Anija's fighter.

As she waited for each pilot to check in, she sent a coded message to Verd Skirata. <Verd, meet me at these coordinates if you aren't currently engaged. We need to do something about those gunships.> Suiting words to action, she slowly turned her Bes'uliik toward the enemy fleet, watching as scans began filtering in. Following on the heels of that, a secure comm filtered into her headset on the Protectors' frequency. As she listened, her eyes narrowed and she began to study the arrangement of the Primeval fleet more closely.

<Beroya One. Voxyn One. Copy that. Voxyn Squadron is moving to engage the vessels now.> Frowning for a moment, Anija pushed forward and slightly sideways on the control stick as her fighter looped down and then out from under the belly of the Dreadnaught. Once clear of the other vessel, she began to guide her squadron around the outer edge of the Mandalorian fleet, while heading towards the Primeval vessels. As they slowly drew closer, she studied what scans she could get of the enemy vessels. They were unlike any she had seen before, and she waited a few seconds as her targeting computer began assigning possible ship types. Arrbi had already placed markers on the ships he wanted her to focus on.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Space Station/Hangar
Objective: Repel invaders/mando posers
Allies: The Real Mandos: [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Mira Gyndar"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Hal'kanor"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Cal'diira"] [member="Valerie Vizsla"] [member="Malik Rodarch"]

Command center reported enemy shuttles inbound with educated guess on hangar being main point of breach. Such guess work became reality as the small force with in the hangar reported Hard Contact. Explosions and rapid weapon fire rang even more truth, like music to the old man's ears. Strider and his men were waiting in the rally point as a rapid response force, Only mere seconds away from the hangar itself. The moment the first Shuttle touched down, the would deploy himself, his men and those that were following him towards the hangar.

Strider while on the run towards the hangar received an interesting report of a Shuttle loaded with what appeared to be Sonic dets or that form of weaponry. The attack would of made a brilliant bang and was probably intended to start a shock and awe maneuver to cover the deploying enemy troops. Sure, it caught some of the Mandalorians attention, but that was about it. The explosion would not have stun the harden warriors for their armor would of nulled the sonic boom their with noise dampers. Those that were unfortunate not to have beskargam or full suits of armor that could handle the sonic boom were karked, friend or foe.

The Mandalorians had open fire, letting loose an array of ordinance and small arms fire upon the intruders. There were two E-web heavy repeaters deployed on either side of the mandalorian line that would lay incredible amount of suppressive fire down range. This was battle, this was the true start of mandalorian romance with the prime and they were going to learn fast that the Mando'ade are rough partners to tango with. This is what they lived for, this was what they sacrificed for.

Strider and his men (That includes all the PCs that would be following him) would arrive at the hangar. With a hand signal Strider would order his heavy weapons expert to hand over his RPS-6 rocket launcher. The weapon was old, very old..... But reliable and combat proven. Strider was somewhat a prima donna when it came to combat. He would methodically entered the hangar, the rocket launcher draped over his right shoulder with single hand grip. His battle torn golden cape would flap about from underneath his jet pack. Any enemy out there that could See Strider and recognized his armor, his field marshal cape and the jaing eyes painted on his helmet knew that the infamous Hound of Keldabe had arrived. Those that knew him very well, enemy or foe would know that the hound would start baying.............

"Tra'cyar mav!" The extremely season veteran would snarl in his deep toned resonating voice. It was a very simple command to the unit he brought. He did not need to dictate to mandalorians how to do combat. He only needed to give simple suggestion to guide them in a task of blood letting, that they have trained all their lives for.

Strider would then expose himself as he readied the launcher, sights drawn upon one the the enemy transports. Through his 360 degree view he could confirm that he was clear to fire as there was nobody behind him. With a calm pull of the the trigger, the missile would be launched and a transport would be shattered by a impressive explosion.

Strider's armor absorbed a direct hit to the chest as he seemed to acquired the attention he was looking for. He would shrug the attack off and calmly place himself back behind cover, returning the launcher to its proper owner. The old man was chuckling with in the confines of his own helmet. He loved battle, you were never truly alive till one was engaged in combat. The field marshal would then draw his EE-3 carbine and work at playing peak a boo with the enemy as he would spit blaster bolts at them.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Station/ The hangar east
Objective: Wipe the Primeval bugs from under his boots.
Allies: Mandos [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Mira Gyndar"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Xalus"] Hal'kanor [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Cal'diira"] [member="Valerie Vizsla"] [member="Malik Rodarch"]

As the hangar rocked from the selfdestruct of the Primeval vessel, the tapestry they'd brought with them with poopy images off the poopy Primeval leader was blasted away, thankfully. When the second shuttle arrived, all hell broke loose. Mandos and Primevals letting bolts fly. Titan and his team of heavy infantry were shredding the line of Vong, Graug and Sephi in to fine threads for another poopy tapestry. Utilizing his own heavy repeater, Titan unleashed death upon the enemy. From behind him, the distinct voice of one Strider Garon yelled over the chaos and a rocket flew over everyone's head. Being the titan he was, the rocket flew by at the same height as his head, do it felt like he spit the rocket at the poopy forces.

"Marshal Garon, this is Titan, we should close the doors to the station and evacuate the airlock, that should send them back to the hellhole they crawled out of."

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

Objective: Intercept remaining shuttles
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: [member="Valerie Vizsla"] [member="Malik Rodarch"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] and other space-bound Primeval members
Location: The Void, heading towards the Station

Space battles held an impressive amount of stimuli for the human brain to comprehend, especially for those in starfighters. Dozens of sensors and any amount of data was streamed through the dashboard of modern fighters while colors flashed around them and explosions lit the void. On a bes'uliik though...Space combat was a different animal. You had the giant beast below you, its chest rising and falling as the servos and machine parts moved and turned. 180-degrees of vision filled a Mandalorian's helmet with an overlay of sensory data from the beast he or she was riding. You were bare, exposed, and a prime target for any skilled pilot.

But there was a unique serene quality to dog-fighting in space. Sure, the beast had its own aural sensors that were linked to his helmet, but they were much weaker than those of capital ships or even starfighters. Sound was dull, as if he was an inch under water and it brought calm to his actions.

A claw raised and fell, ripping into the cockpit of a Primeval starfighter. Laser fire peppered the large beskar hide of his beast, causing it to turn of its own volition only for the starfighter to be blown to pieces by another bes'uliik's laser cannons. This was battle.

The Mandalorian aboard the other Iron Beast nodded his head to the shuttles with fighter escorts. Jaden sucked his teeth and gave a hand signal and the two were off, their Bes'uliik's engines shooting them through the void on an intercept trajectory. Looking down at the holodisplay at his controls he sent out a text message to the other riders to converge on a new target. He cursed as a shuttle made it into the hangar of the station, who did these schuttas think they were? His grip tightened on his controls and his beast understood. His engines went into overdrive and he flew past his comrade and made a beeline right for the remaining shuttles and the hangar.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Station/ The hangar east
Objective: Kill the Primeval
Allies: Mandos [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Titan"] [member="Mira Gyndar"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Hal'kanor"] [member="Xander Carrick"][member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Cal'diira"] [member="Valerie Vizsla"] [member="Malik Rodarch"]

The time had come, they were here. Ana was happy for this. It had seemed like they had been waiting an eternity for those whom dare parade around like Mandalorians to come out of the shadows. Now was the time to show them exactly what a Mandalorian was and eliminate them. The thought of someone telling her that her brother wasn't the Mandalore made her blood boil. No mercy would be given today to those Primeval members who walked through that hanger door.

Once the force's boots hit the hanger it wasn't long before battle erupt and shots began flying everywhere. Amongst the chaos she could see Strider with a rocket luncher aimed at the next transport full of Vong, Graug, and other sorts of vile creatures. Ana knew the movements of the Graug very well as they had been the ones whom for years she had been a slave too. She could hit two birds with one stone so to speak. The ones whom had stolen her childhood and those whom were flaming her family now.

While Ana was a force using Mando she had yet to learn many abilities. She instead relied on her weapons as well as her hands. The force to her was just something she had. It would be cool to learn pyro though and get this big flame thrower off her back. She could than replace it with a different weapon. Reaching for said flame thrower she aimed its stream towards the incoming group of intruders.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Location: Space outside dreadnaught
Objective:Assist Voxyn Squad in engaging and destroying invading ships and starfighters
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Naast'ika Laaran"], [member="Anija Ordo"], All Mandalorians
Enemies: All Primeval, Primeval Fleet [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] |

Verd Skirata recieved the transmission from Anija Ordo to meet her squad on the approach vector to target the Primeval fleet from above. "Affirmative Voxyn lead." He replied shortly and in a timely manner as well. It appeared that their approach vector would set them on course to do some serious damage to the corvette sized ships in the enemy's fleet. He armed 2 torpedoes and set out for the approach vector, punching his throttle to full until he had caught up to the squad, and then fell into formation with the rest of the fighters as they drew nearer, he swore you could cut the tension with a knife. They were forming up for an assault on the smaller of the assault vessels present, looking at an attack from here, he could see the massive amounts of turrets he, and the wing of fighters would have to endure. Lining up in the last open spot he could find, he waited for further orders from Voxyn lead. In the meantime, he got his targeting priorities on the radar corrected to show that the squadron were all friendlies, as well as Beroya Squad. Then continued down his list looking for any other transponders that he hadn't changed already.

 

[FareonW]

Location: Station hanger
Objective: Survive
Enemies: All Mandos, [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Hal'kanor"]
Allies: All Primeval

The battle was escalating quickly. The Trandoshan was hiding behind cover when the explosion went off, hoping to avoid some of the Mandalorian fire. The amount of Mandalorians was less than favourable, but Cal'diira couldn't dote on that. He looked up from his cover, just in time to see what looked like a bear charging at him, and prepared his vibro-blade, watching as the bear closed in on his position. As the bear leaped, Cal'diira ducked down, and slashed upwards with his vibroblade, hoping that the compromising position of a leap combined with the recent sonic blast would aid him in hitting his target and hurting them, if not killing them.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Station/East Hangar
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Primeval and dar'manda
Objectives: Kill and defend

There was a very short hiatus for the defenders and the invaders as both parties were ready for the inevitable battle that would take place in mere seconds. They all were anticipating for this moment. The Mando'ade wanted blood for the action the Primeval took on the world, Echoy'la. Concordia and Mandalore were not the only worlds that was host to the Mandalorian Iron or known in Mando'a, beskar. This was a direct attack to the Mandalorians as these people that Vilaz and his vode had a great bitter taste about them which could be remedied with spills of blood, masses of corpses underneath their boots, and lines of graves being insulted and danced upon. These were the consequences for attacking a Mandalorian world and taking away an important cultural element from them would only be responded with action, instead of sending delegates to negotiate the state of affairs between these two groups. No, they weren't like the Republic who's system was to debate the discussion of such event happening to their government; the Mandalorians acted with actions and followed the lead of their Mand'alor.

Though, there was more delays for the boarding parties of the Primeval as the station was firing hostile vessels to decrease the numbers they had brought today. And so the first casualties of this war were none other than the forces of the Primeval's. A good impression to show off to their opponents of their poor tactics as the shuttles and drop ships went straightly towards the only ture entrance for them to enter the station. Suicidal as it could be seen from that angle was how these alien opponents as the capital weapons of the station disabled or destroyed incoming ships. But those lucky to survive those hazardous mazes would have no rest as they would soon be faced with another problem: the hangar. It was well defended with E-Web turrets stationed, warriors taking tactical positions, and trained their weapons to fire and kill on sight. The moment the doors of the shuttles would open soldiers would be met with a barrage of suppressing fire from the Mando'ade. No mercy or pity would be given for these imbeciles that didn't know who they angered with.

Moments later and the first ship had entered the station and streams of soldiers filed out of their transport to only be greeted with blaster bolts, slugs, and other ammunition types from their adversaries. Some where lucky and others were unlucky. Not very long another ship entered the hangar with only one individual to deliver a gift to the Mando'ade. Seconds later the sounds of sonic detonators set off a delivered its work. Unfortunately for the Primeval their lovely gift didn't work on the Mandalorian forces present at the hangar as the components of their armor nullify the sonic boom. They were still underestimating the Mando'ade. One would've filled the suicide ship with thermal detonators to cause physical damage.

Soon, number of Mandalorians defending and holding the line were joined by Strider, Ana, and other warriors with the Hound of Keldabe putting more tension against the Primeval, and raising more morale for the vode. Many of the Mandalorians with Strider was Vilaz who was rushing into the hearth of battle. Another explosion vibrated the floors and walls as a missile launched towards a shuttle was dysfunctional until repaired. “For Mandalore!" the Rally Master yelled and activated his repulsor pack. Deep and middle of the firefight the warrior landed and fired an aerosol of anti blaster from his shell gun in front of him which was a barrier to protect him from blaster for some time. He was trying to be a distraction for the invaders to pick an easy target in the clear fro his vode to gain some ground on the Primeval's forces. Soon, they would be wanting to call in more reinforcements to help push against such iron warriors.

[member="Titan"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Cal'diira"] @others

 

[Garza]

Location: Station
Objective: Defend the Station
Allies: All Mandalorians, [member="Mira Gyndar"], [member="Xalus"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Werdla Dardalab"], [member="Strider Garon"],
Enemies: All Primeval, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"],
Gear: Armor, Crushgaunts, Hammer, Single Lightsaber, Double bladed Lightsaber.
Music Selection: Thunderstruck - AC/DC

I waited silently as people passed me by. Waiting for the fight to come to us. I was prepared. All dressed up watching as everybody was also preparing themselves. A group off to the side decided to play some card game. Probably pazzak. I didn't know how to play though. So I didn't feel like betting money only to lose it all. Instead, I stretched. preparing myself for the coming battle. Over the course of my life, I learned that in battle, you used muscles you thought you never had. It's a full body work out. So you had to stretch just as though you were practicing. It was just like racing. You stretched before running practice. Only on the day of the race, you don't? kind of stupid if you asked me.

I moved my arms around to my shoulder to cause a popping in my right shoulder. It felt good and I sighed from the feeling. I did the same to my left side, Then as the alarms came that the ships were inbound, and about ready to fight, I stood up from my leg stretching, pulling my hammer from the loop on my belt, and watched as the few ships came in.

While others started shooting, I charged. Smiling the entire way, The first man to come out of the droppod was thrust back into it by a force push, followed by me flying in there and using my hammer to beat the crap out of everyone in there. With guns in an enclosed space, it was hard for them to move around. However, a melee weapon such as a hammer, a short shafted hammer for instance, Was very effective. The pilot didn't know what was going on, so he looked back for a second only to suddenly see a hammer flying at his face.

Ending his life very quickly with a massive blow to the head and face, I walked out of the ship. Literally walked out as the drop pod was cleared. Only for two men to rush me. I smiled and shook my head as I picked one up with the force and threw him back out of the air lock and through the shields, only to use my hammer and send the second man flying off to the side from a blow to the temple. It was rather fun at this time. Walking forward, I put my hammer on the belt loop, only to put my hands together down at my right side, gathering the force around me and concentrating it into my hand, I smiled brightly. For some odd reason, I decided to talk while I did it.

"Kaaaameeee- kaaameeeee Kamehameha!"

Letting the Force Burst go in a wide range that would be equivalent to four armored men standing side by side, I threw all of my strength into the burst of power. Seeing as how rarely anyone could combat this power simply because they couldn't use the force, it was punching through everyone that happened to be in it's path. Throwing them either off course by the amount of force, or slamming them into the wall when it finally stopped crushing them to death.

"Now that's cool."

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Space Station Hangar
Immediate Allies: Strider Garon, [member="Anastasia Rade"], [member="Titan"], [member="Mac O Shenanigans"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Hal'kanor"]
Immediate Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"], [member="Cal'diira"], [member="Laguz Vald"], [member="Malik Rodarch"]?, [member="Valerie Vizsla"]?, [member="Hutuun'Kyramud"]?
Objective: Provide supporting fire as directed, kark up enemies

When [member="Strider Garon"] moved out, so too did 'La. Her heart beat had picked up, she could feel her suit working to combat the cold sweat that was beginning to prickle around her forehead.

Not fear.

Oh no, of course not, there were very few things that scared 'La and combat certainly wasn't one of them. Adrenaline. Excitement. These had her stats spiking. These had her impatient, internally straining against the decorum that kept her in her place in the line.

The enemy was here. She wanted to run ahead, to engage as soon as possible, to fight, to shoot, to scrap, to kill. All the things she'd been trained to do for as long as she remembered. The things that brought glory to Clan Dardalab. Wouldn't her Da be pleased if he could see her now?

Though it wasn't soon enough for her, they still reached the Hangar in short order. As the Hound moved forward with his rocket launcher, making a target of himself, she moved with him. She was mindful of the space he needed to safely use his weapon, after all, she regularly needed to watch out for allies herself. She knelt on his right side, riot gun on her shoulder, unloading into the enemy. Her shots were still placed with as much care as possible considering her weapon of choice as some of her vode had waded in to engage the enemy.

She snarled at the bolt that hit her Field Marshall in the chest, riot gun was exhanged with ACP repeater in an instant and the offending Primeval trooper was gunned down. With a grin, the Mando laughed, taunting her enemies.

"Nar dralshy'a hut'uun!"

She wanted to move forward, to get into the thick of things with her vode. To feel and hear enemy bones break under her helmet and limbs when they got close enough and to gun down all those who did not.

But.

All her life there had always been at least one figure above her giving orders. Her father had been the first, but even when pirating, there was a Captain. So while order and working as a team did not come naturally, following orders did. Strider had commanded her to victory in other campaigns, and he had called her to his side for this one.

Rather than pushing forward, she used the viewpoints of her comrades HUDs to back up without turning around, methodically picking off Primeval troopers. She did take several bolts, but none landed anywhere unprotected, and they did not manage to hit the same place more than once, so the worst she would have so far were bruises.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Location: Station/East Hangar
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Enemies of Mandalore
Objectives: Continue to kick shebs...

Mac's mag ran dry and he shrugged as he slowly turned around into cover behind the bulkhead. Strapping the Strill 2000 to his back, the kilted Vod pulled his Warhammer and Morningstar flail. Things we're getting ready to get serious. Hitting the controls to shut the blast doors at his location, Mac then burried the hammer spike into the control panel. They'd have to cut their way through the reinforced doors and that would take a hell of a long time. Waving the others at his possitions forward, they ran to the doors where [member="Strider Garon"] was. Mac gave the man a solemn nod, and spoke "I've sealed off t'e hanger exit I was just at. It will take t'em not'ing s'ort of a large breec'ing c'arge to get t'roug'."

Mac looked around the corner at the situation, and simply shrugged looking at both Stirder and [member="Anastasia Rade"], "Time to get personal... Last one to t'e enemy is a 'ut'uun..." With that Mac charged full on into the enemy formation, looking for some poor sod to open up like a can of soup...

 

[Verz Horak]

Location: Command ship Monroe'kot
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] @Azrael @Naast'ika Laaran
Enemies: Primeval, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]


The cowards were attempting to play keep away, it seemed. Verz preferred closing in on his enemy and crushing them with his hands, as his tactics, both land and space, would show. The scanners showed that the enemy fleet had slowed and shifted to moving in reverse. Verz studied the battle map provided by his officers. They will not get away.

The Nexus Cruisers were moving into firing range and would soon rain down devastation on the enemy flanks. The Ash'amur continued its steady advance, with fighters and other support ships pouring from the Bes'bavar Tracinya and the Monroe'kot. The Haran'uliikse were at the front, in a wedge formation, with starfighters piling in behind them, preparing for an assault.

"All ships, weapons free! Starfighters, prepare for your attack runs! We shall drive out this new foe with fire and steel!"

The flagship of the fleet continued to pump out long range turbolaser fire, aimed at the center of the enemy line, and received plenty of fire in turn. The shields took the hits, but would not last much longer under a full assault. Hopefully the station gunnery crews would assist in this battle, if they were defended.

THe Haran'ullikse would soon begin their charge through the battlefield, blowing open a lane and guarding the starfighters and bombers as they made way for the enemy carrier from below. The ships would dive below the solar plane, much like ancient submarines dove below the waves of watery seas, and they would strike from below, hopefully destroying, if not the carriers, then their hangars. This would prevent repairs and refuel of enemy fighters.

Verz Horak cracked his knuckles and watched as his orders played out across the fleet.

 

[Allison Willamina]

Location: Space Station/Hangar
Objective: Repel invaders/mando posers
Allies: The Real Mandos: [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Mira Gyndar"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Xalus"] Hal'kanor [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Titan"]
Enemies:

*metal scrapping*

Allison almost roared as she stood there in the hanger and slowly came up from a small lift. The metal protesting under her weight as the mandalorian in full Beskar'kandar hefted an E-web like it was a light weapon. The massive turret hooked up for her while she let the grey armor moved forward. A horak rifle and her beskad strapped across her back as the massive mandalorian let the self repair beskar armor draw attnetion before she pulled down the trigger. There was her brothers and sisters there, Mac, Strider and Ana but this was battle and she had the big gun for a moment before snarling almost in anticipation as all thirteen feet of her towered trampling a random power as Mac would call them.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: The Prim’ra
Objective: Attack Station
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: Directly engaging [member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Other enemies in vicinity: [member="Hal'kanor"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Titan"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | Mandalorians

Perla whispered a chant in Paecian for luck and moved in formation behind the Primeval forces, holding the Whistler Carbine modified carbine with her gloved hands. The actual Acid Thrower was still strapped tightly around her well protected body. She heard a guttural Mandalorian battle chant shouted by a distinctly female voice and suddenly the troops in front of her were cut down by blaster fire. Even though her helmet began to fog with her ragged breathing, she could see the tell-tale signs of beskar'gam and hear nothing but blaster fire, screams and grunts.

From a far off vantage point, she eyed the female Mandalorian who she heard give the war-cry and slipped back around a corner then aimed her Whistler at the woman's chest and let a barrage of deadly acid-tipped bullets fly at her, their intended target the female Mando and any other Mandalorian troops in her way.

 

[Soeht]

Location: Space Station Hangar

The command came. Fire at will. Bestala took aim at the Primeval transports within the hangar and took a few pot shots at the soldiers that were exposed. She stopped momentarily to watch the rocket [member="Strider Garon"] fired rip apart a transport.

Yet the gawking was just momentary. Bestala quickly took cover as more and more Primeval continued to rush into the hangar.

While in cover and with [member="Werdla Dardalab"] and [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] nearby, Bestala asked in the Mandalorian tongue, “Any clue who these guys are?”

 

[Boethiah]

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

Anja remained content with the current situation. Reports coming in from the station could be heard scattered over communications in the background; it seemed the fight there had begun. Unconcerned with the tactical situation aboard the station, the witch focused entirely on the enemy fleet in front of her. They seemed to have taken on a wedge formation before some of them began to dive, verging into range. The three-dimensional plane of space warfare was a tricky one to say the least.

Tactics and strategy was so diverse with the various ship designs and weaponry available. Turbolasers were the staple of any warship but some fleets favoured mass-drivers for their unique physics. Ion cannons could disable entire systems whilst dropping shields, and all of them together would prove to be a deadly combination no matter the foe. Perhaps the most unique weapon at their disposal were the dovin basals; their carrier had thirty of them and could use them to absorb enemy fire or even tear a warship apart.

For The Primeval's vanguard fleet their array of weaponry is their advantage. Diversity and quality versus brute force and quantity; soon they shall see which will win out the day. Her warships continued to fire before slowing down and the cruisers had already halted and the fleet's rather elastic formation begun to take on diverse altitudes but maintained their envelope. They positioned themselves in the three-dimensional battlefield intricately to meet the enemy attacks once they came in range. Long-range firepower continued to batter at the enemy fleet.

Sensors were already picking up enemy starfighters making way towards the fleet.

"We're being hailed." A helmsman announced the news. "Should we decline, Your Worship?" It was an encrypted line and even then they probably knew that the central frigate was their command ship. Regardless of which the Mandalorians were not known for such trickery; they thrived for battle -- just perhaps a bit less than those who she sided with.

Anja did not require wonderment to decide. "No. Open the transmission; I'd like to meet their commander." Was this respect? Or maybe they were curious about The Primeval -- an enigmatic crusade which made home far outside of the greater galaxy.

The connection would be established and appearing before Azrael was a rather average looking woman, her skin paler than a human and eyes almost without emotion. Telltale features of an Umbaran. The only thing different was she did not shave her head and had dark hair rather than light; the reasoning for this could be many theories. But unlike most Umbarans she--nor many generations of her bloodline--was not born on Umbara.

What did they want?

She wondered.

 

[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="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Titan"] [Engaging]

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In the face of such dominating opposition, Laguz was quite happy that xir natural proclivity for ranged combat had carried xem into the far end of the hangar, where there was a comforting number of Primeval soldiers between xem and the first line of the charging enemy. The suppressive fire was brutal, but its range was poor, allowing the sniper to take cover in the corridor xe'd sprinted for the second they'd touched down on the station.

Who in their right mind would want to be close to that, anyway?

Experienced eyes swept over the messy battlefield that had evolved since they had landed, charred and smoking remains of shuttles weaving plums of smoke in the confined space. Another reason why it was best to stay on the sidelines, for sure. Best reason, though?

No immediate danger, baby. Laguz had all the time to assess xir potential targets — or, well, "all the time" in a combat sense — and pick out those who would most likely go squish when they met the devastating power of xir rifle. The sniper, a creature that had been shooting people to death since before any of those screaming brutes were born, soon found its next victim.

The man was easy enough to spot, tall as he was, towering well above his comrades in the front lines, but what caught Laguz's attention the most was the armor the Mandalorian had donned. Instead of the traditional buy'ce, the visor of his helmet was practically begging to be shot. Not one to fall for the easiest of pickings, however, the shifter's appraising eyes flickered downwards, noting the way plates shifted against the buckling recoil of his massive repeater. It was like watching the shell of a crab being cracked open against the relentless assault of the sea, exposing the soft, vulnerable flesh beneath.

Perhaps after the man lay dead in a pool of his own blood, Laguz would borrow his tall figure and the doubtlessly manly visage that lay hidden underneath the orange gleam of the helmet. To achieve that, however, the sniper first had to take the shot; and take the shot xe did.

With hands that had seen more than two centuries of practice the shifter aimed with xir rifle, knowing full well that the Mando would have no idea what was coming for him. Taking a shot at the head would be too risky — heads always liked to jerk around mid-combat — but body mass? With bulk like that and the gaps between the plates so generously offered for the taking, Laguz couldn't very well say no.

Xir finger slid along the trigger, no breath in xir lungs as the rifle buckled against xir grip with nary a sound, sending a pellet of mass destruction towards the mountain of a man.

The price you pay for standing out.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Hangar East
Allies: Mandos [member="Bestala Vizsla"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"] (Taking Fire) / Primes [member="Valerie Vizsla"] [member="Malik Rodarch"] [member="Cal'diira"]


Amidst the chaos of combat, the hum from the repeater in his hands, Titan felt a power punch hit his left shoulder. The crack followed soon after, and so to did the pain. The force was enough to make Titan drop his repeater and stumble back to a crouch. The pain was intense and hot, making the Goliath Mando take cover to repair the wound. Removing the shoulder plate, the wound was clearly visible. Luckily the reinforced nano weave had shredded the round and sent shrapnel into the meat of his shoulder instead of a full round.

Pumping the area with Bacta from his belt, Titan felt the area go partially numb. He tried to move it but the wound had already siezed the muscle up, as well had the armor locked at the shoulder from the amount pressure the slug put on it. Titan remembered his Ecchani shield and drew Kronos. After a small lull appeared from the Primes apparent breath to reload, Titan charged the line closest.

Breaching the distance with his speed and the enchanted strength given from the armor, Titan reached the western wall of the Primeval line and jumped onto a distracted Vong. It lay in a pile of jelly beneath his boots. With the massive blade in hand, his began the arduous task of slaying the enemy in that area. Based on the trajectory of the bullet that struck him, he should be on the opposite side of the line from whomever that was, with the wreckage of the shuttle between them.

Now a real bloodbath began.

 

[Azrael]

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

Like many warring cultures, the philosophy of combat carried with it similar concepts and ideals that while they were told in various tongues and phrases, remained consistent throughout the Galaxy. From the Echani to the elite sect of Royal Guards, even to the honor bound Jedi - the idea was simplistic and at the same time profound. Know your enemy. The Mandalorians understood this more than most, as they had faced every conceivable threat (and even those harder to contemplate) in their four thousand year plus existence. When it came down to it, understanding them however was harder unless the stuff of legends was your measuring stick, which would become nothing more than a rubber ruler if you wanted to standardize their abilities.

A fraction of their own fleet pressing against the aggression of their assailants was not a great war, but it was in the battles that you really would develop a sense of understanding - both of yourselves and of your enemy. Combat was honorable in all forms for the Mandalorians, even when they were at distinct disadvantage. They welcomed combat, embraced it, and lived for it - and despite all this, it was still something that would boil their blood if they were being threatened. This was more than a threat though, they had already openly fired on the fleet, and went after their orbital station. They were beyond threats, and had entered into actual battle, of which Azrael was confident that the Mandalorians would send them scrambling for cover of leave the hollow husks of their ships as reminders in debris of their miserable failure. Until that time however, he wished to learn more about their opponent.

The broad expanse of a virtual window lay directly ahead of the resolute and stalwart Mand'alor, as he stood and surveyed the battle as if from an actual port on his vessel, but the Mandalorians were rarely foolish to put glasteel between themselves and heavy fire. Still he had a buffer with the rest of the fleet forming the blockade to return volleys of turbo laser fire. A fraction of time passing between Azrael's hail of the command vessel and the response bore no movement of anxiety from the armored warrior. The crimson visor stayed rigid and unmoving until the communications officer patched the signal through. Space emptied itself from the gallant stream of lights until the interior of the Divergent came into congruence to depict the lithe young woman seated on a chair at his behest. The reciprocating feed enveloping his stance among an array of back-dropped soldiers also in full armor working to coordinate strikes with the various generals that were leading their assault. In the foreground only Azrael stood with the crimson visor pointed straight ahead - surveying everything beneath that helmet.

:: I have no need to warn you of your actions, commander - but I felt it fitting that I meet the gaze of your eyes before you no longer have the luxury. You are outmatched, even if you do not see it yet, and we will press every advantage. Mandalorians are not known for their mercy, and I am no exception. Turning back may save many lives under your command; but that is not a guarantee. :: Azrael paused a moment to let those words sink in before he followed up with the single quandry he was bringing to the conversation.

:: Exactly who are you that would be so fool-headed enough as to so openly challenge us? :: The voice was strong, confident and completely void of humor. Azrael was not in a gaming mood, and he wasn't playing the guile card. He fully believed in his fleet, and those that were on the station taking out the invading insurgents. At the most all he was looking for here was identification, it would help to be footnoted in the chronicle that was to come of this battle.



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

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Space Station Hangar
Immediate Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] , [member="Anastasia Rade"] , [member="Titan"] , [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] , [member="Vilaz Munin"] , [member="Xander Carrick"] , [member="Hal'kanor"] , [member="Allison Willamina"] , [member="Bestala Vizsla"]
Immediate Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] , [member="Cal'diira"] , [member="Laguz Vald"] , [member="Malik Rodarch"] ?, [member="Valerie Vizsla"] ?, [member="Hutuun'Kyramud"] ?
Objective: Bash and shoot heads in, get to and express unhappiness to [member="Perla Pirjo"]

"Talyc hut'uun, nibral biai buir, di'kut at daba kyrayc, tal at daba cenr!"

Came the reply when a comrade asked who they were fighting, La very nearly poetic in the heat of battle. Until she switched back to Basic of course.

"In short, damned idiots who gonna get shot."

She didn't know who the attackers were, nor in all honesty did she care. They were enemies. They weren't even the sort of tricky enemies who hadn't started fighting you properly yet and you had to listen to the higher ups be snide to each other. They were fighting, it was easy, simple, neat. her words were perhaps badly timed however, since it was at that moment, someone shot her. Which was not unusual and she just ignored it to start with. Until Her HUDS alarms started going off.

"Ad be a yialeti'r!"

She yelped, looking down to see smoke rising off her armour as it was slowly eaten away. With the speed of a scorched snake, she'd dropped the ACP Repeater, ducked behind cover and was shedding her chestplate. She managed to get it off before any had eaten all the way through. She wasn't particularly keen on carrying on with no chest armour however. Knocking the piece against the floor, the majority of the acid was removed, enough that the rate it was eating away was negligible, though she still didn't want it next to her skin.

That was her armour. Oh now it was on. Brown eyes narrowed. She grabbed her chest piece by the straps that usually attached it with one hand, and the ACP Repeater in the other. She held the chest piece like a shield. It wasn't ideal, but it would provide some cover. And then discipline broke.

The woman pounded out of cover and across the floor, shooting down primeval grunts and bashing any that go too close with her shield. She was intent on forcing her way through to the one who'd ruined her beloved armour.