When Falsehood Can Look Like Truth [SJO/ME]

[Acaleus Thorn]

And so Acaleus entered through a window. Firing shots with a hand blaster. Alarms would rang, and the people in that hallway would die "They are pirates. Scum" A metallic door close to stop the air from escaping. He took of his suit, as he heard enemies roaming to see the damage created by the debris. With only his wrist lightsabers, the battle was fierce on one side of the hallway. Enemies tried to aim before fire. A common reaction to a unknown passanger, but a bad choice. With a quick sprint, the space between them close, and Acaleus world became slow. Swinging his arms with the lightsabers, slicing armor. The smell of cooked meat rose, as the assassin jump forward or back, avoid shots and cuts. The handicap of not using the force make him feel more alive. He left only one alive, with a cut barrel of the blaster "Now you are going to tell me..."

It was a Trandoshian, so Acaleus spoke in his tongue "Speak or this will be your last hunt" the trandoshan dropped the weapon with fear in his eyes. "Our armada has attacked Garos, they have already kidnapped the mando leader [member="Yasha Mantis"] . The war between the Mando and the Silver Jedi will start!" the trandoshan body didnt need the head. He didn´t understand the reasons, but they would achieve that war. If he was right, this ship would follow...

Acaleus was almost thrown back "Hyperspace.They are trying to run away to get to a better advantage" he started to walk forward, using the stealth cloak to cover his position and the spider gloves to stay in the ceiling. The holopad showed him the path to the pilot cabin. It took only a few moments, and yet the ship drop from Hyperspace "Ready to enter the Castle my lord" said the pilot in his cabin, looking the planet in the front window. When the communication cut, so did the head of the pilot. Acaleus close the door of the bridge behind him. Everyone inside meet their maker, if there was any. He let the ship follow its descent path, entering the atmosphere of the planet towards the castle, landing inside without any problem.

Now the simple option would be securing the ship (Killing everyone) but it was the Mando leader Yara who has been kidnapped. A ghost then, getting out of the ship and saving lives. Just when he was outside, he saw ships dropping, smoke coming from the sky. The common characteristics of a battle.

Location: Inside the enemy base, Barataria System
Objective:
Allies: ME ([member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Rex Taff"] )
Enemies: Everyone who disrupts peace or get in his way

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Location: Transit to Barataria Surface
Objective: Rescue Mand'alor. Stack Bodies.
Allies: Mandalorian Empire [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Stardust Bloodstone"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] @Alkor Centauri [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: SJO/Pirates [member="Kanta Tukka"] [member="Pandora"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Odin Stormbreaker"] [member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Narcissa Tallhart"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHSPT6LRDx4[/media]

“Open a channel.” Ambrose growled.

Ka’lo’s silver fur rustling in the Mandalorian breeze. Her paws clenching to the soil, throwing sod behind her as she loped on.

She loved to run, his Ka’lo. She loved nothing but to run and to hunt, jaws clamped down on the neck of their prey as Ambrose used his weight to bring it down.

Finding abandoned pups on Qiilura, bringing them to the fold. Ra wanted them, their fellow Gurlanins. He wanted fighters trained for future pursuits, which seemed all but lost in the death which followed him as Ka’lo followed prey, running faster than any other.

Running full tilt into every fight.

Ambrose Mantis’ knuckles strained in his crushgaunts, clenching the metal so hard his fingers burned. His black buy’ce shrouded the stricken man’s face. The face of Death Watch.

The unapologetic Alor of the Yalilyr, hunters and killers guided only by Mand’alor’s hand. ​

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Yasha Mantis’ hand. ​

Yasha was eight, when Ambrose and Ka’lo saw the child guarding her wounded uncle [member="Silas Mantis"]. She was barely waist high, a slim and malnourished little child… but her eyes.

Ka’lo’s eyes, amber and lacking fear. Lacking mercy… Ambrose and Ka’lo took turns transforming into their true gurlanin selves, wrapping their bodies down on the ground so Yasha could huddle up in their fur and sleep.

Ra wanted his Ward trained. Ambrose and Ka’lo trained her as the Yalilyr were trained. They knew no greater mercy nor love but to give the child the abilities to survive as a predator, instead of prey. Ambrose had no ability to realize the emotions swirling around him, bits of memory, the rage of losing Ka’lo without a fight. . .

Ka’lo didn’t stand a chance against a sudden explosion. ​

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The Hutuun’e. The cowards did not let his Ka’lo die well. ​

His fists shook, vambraces vibrating visibly for his Yalilyr, his pack of hunters and the man from Westralia to see. Ambrose Mantis continued to stare at the viewport, as unadulterated grief and rage poured through and around him, a maelstrom of horror causing his Yalilyr to remain silent…

… as Ka’lo’s grave. ​

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Silent as the graves they traversed the stars to rend open and create. ​

“The channel is open.” Tuulu signed, using the old Protectors hand signals.

Ka’lo helped him move his fingers… fingers, such odd appendages. Dextrous but weak. She kissed his bloody, swollen knuckles. Another battle won. She set their apartment to play music, lilting calls of former battles won and lost to soothe her Ambrose.

Death Watch had swept through Sundari, curing and killing as they were told. Mandalorian against Mandalorian… Death Watch the victors. What a hollow victory. He stood alone in the throne room of Sundari, Ra missing, the Cuir Rekr broken… Ambrose Mantis faced Ra’s throne, climbed the steps. It felt imperial under his fingertips, regal and foreboding. A responsibility he could claim rightly. A battle he could win.

Mand’alor the Deathly… no. Mand’alor the Perilous…. no.

Ambrose ripped the standards of Clan Vizsla down from the throne room of Sundari and turned as Ka’lo sidled up, a dark express on her noble, yet vicious face. In her hands, the signets of Yasha Mantis, the little wolf.

Death’s pup.

“She’s not ready, Ka’lo.”

“That child always surprised. With us by her side, she will weather worse than this. Let the darkness be done, Ambrose. Let Death Watch stand down for the hope of ad’ike, of the Resol’nare radiating forth from a culture of might and mercy. You and I… we are only might. We could use a little mercy.” Her hand brushed his cheek, tugging at the back of his neck to draw him into her, fabric of Clan Mantis laid surreptitiously on the throne. Mantles could wait.

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The universe itself could wait for his Ka’lo. His little wife. ​

“What better time than now? Sons and daughters to raise… others are having children now, why can we not live for more than our duty? Let this be, Ambrose. I want to raise warriors of our own.” Her wolfish-snout nuzzled against his neck, nuzzling at black fur. His jaws slaked together, head nudging her, resting atop her withers and neck. How could he refuse her, his Ka’lo?

The explosion burned across his eyes. Jetii… Mand’alor the Undying had the right philosophy in dealing with jetiise. The Undying had the right idea dealing with all the force users.

There would be no cure today. Nothing but vengeance dolled out for every drop of his wife’s blood and gore, which painted the Zilan streets. Ambrose signalled that the comm channel be cut off.

“Take us fast to the surface.”

“Silver Jedi transports. There. On the surface.”

“Fire on all but the Infernal, her riduur, and Caranthyr. Give no quarter. All you see are targets… leave any mothers and children alive.” No Dha Werda Verda was chanted to entice the warrior spirit from Ambrose’s men and women. There was no need. There was no time. Yasha’s MBE signal was in his ear screaming. Panting about broken ribs… if they didn’t get to her soon, how could a woman with broken ribs give birth? She was strong. She would make it.

“Yash’ika. I come.”

There was nothing but the churn of his ship breaking Barataria’s atmosphere. The squeal of the engines decreasing velocity until the troops could touch down. The ship had to touch down in a clearing a short distance from the Enemy Stronghold, lest it gut itself on the trees of the forest. The whirr of the hatchway opening, Barataria’s woodlands betrayed to Ambrose’s eyes.

The Commanding Officer of Mandalore’s Death Watch roared as he and his companies of Yalilyr rushed out of the ship rifles raised, and rushed through the forest toward their singular goal.

A cacophonic symphony of rage, grief and vengeance sang out in disparate choir to all who could feel the Force. None who were sensitive to the Force’s flow could mistake the Mandalorians who attacked. None of the Death Watch were aware of how their emotions were twisted, augmented and bent by [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"].

Beings of wounded grief and disastrous rage. Vengeance, and rescue. A pack willing to lay down their lives to rescue the smallest of them all.

TL;DR: Angry, rage and grief filled Death Watch Hunters have landed on Barataria & started out for the Pirate Stronghold to end resistance and kill any who stops them from getting to [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Kaden Mantis"] & [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]. Their rage has been augmented into a berzerk frenzy by the mentalist [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"], to hurry them into battle, before it is too late.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Rex Taff"] [member="Kaine Australis"]


Location(Ship):Within the protection of the ME Fleet

Forces: 1000 infantry


Allies: Mandalorians



Objective : Rendezvous with the mandalorian fleet, land on the surface



Troops: 1000 infantry (105 points)

Special Units: Dinn Squad (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/127756-dinn-squad/#entry1776530 )




The Skosk's Pride immediately jumped as ordered to the ordered coordinates, the battle beginning to rage. The angry latecomer spoke , "We are late! Karking Feth! Send our Identification to General Kaine right away." . The ensign immediately responded following orders ,"Yes sir ! Dinn Squad is captain! Along with the rest of our infantry. Orders? " , the bulky, and muscular frame of stood ready to give orders. He hated being late to the party, "Tell the leader of the ground forces that I will be joining him. Prepare all infantry groups enter their shuttles, move this ship near the protection of the fleet.". It was as if the zabrak was a drill instructor giving orders quickly and efficiently, the bridge as a result fiddled to keep up.


"Give me the speakers to the ship." , the imposing leader demanded, "Yes Sir!" , one of the bridge technicians spoke handing him the speakers. "Crew of the Skosk's Pirde, we have now jumped to these cordinates in SJO space. Where it seems the SJO are behind the kidnapping of our mand'alor!These sodding fouls desire a war against our great culture and people. Well here is what I say to them, bring it! I have encountered scarier things coming out of my sodding dung hole then what we have to fight today! Now enough talk, its time we fracking kill these insignificant fools, we launch when I make my way toward the hanger!"




After a moment , the blood crazed demo expert grabbed his M-29 Mythosaur Grenade Launcher, bringing what he could grab quickly at the time for ammo, which consisted of three clips worth of frag ammo, and two clips worth of forcebreaker ammo. The Mando hoping Alpha Six, his loyal, and wookie vod of Dinn squad would have enough ammo for the team as usual. The speech may have seemed silly to outsiders, however, the Fett was giving his men confidence by exerting overconfidence. His men believed in his leadership, and how the hunter did things in times of war like this. The horned mountainous beast could hear the crew screaming OYA! , these men had the best siege squad the ME could assemble. It was time they faced enemies of a larger scale, the ground pounding vod were ready. Should the weapons expert be required to face those up close he brought his Fett Kal Trench Knife(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23750-fett-kal-trench-knife/ ) , the captain expected he would probably run into some down below.


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Location:ME LZ

Upon landing unto the LZ many of the mandalorians were still gathering and regrouping. As such Skosk Fett , and Dinn squad made their way towards Ambrose. The red armored being familiar with the commander, as he spoke through his MBE comm " Captain Fett reporting for action sir, I have Dinn Squad, with me.They trained to take out enemy vehicles, fortifactions, and groups of infantry. I also have several light infantry under my command,I must say it's an honor to be serving with you again. Eighty Fifth would have fallen had you not assisted us. I heard the enemy has formed a line of defense to defend their fortress, what can my men do to assist you? "

Fett's men began reforming into platoons , preparing to catch up to the squad that had already made its way to the action.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The truth is often never what it seems. Words spoken by a wizened, haggard shell of a man echoed to the forefront of Alkor's mind as Kaine spoke, warning, ultimatium, and command all coalesced into a few sentences. There was a time when he was told to strive deeper for knowledge, to peer through infinite depths and pierce the veil of mystery. That time in his life was gone.

His family now were a hot blooded people, and one who sought swift retribution for crimes against their own. War was the way of life for Mandalorian people, a law unto itself. Striving for peace was for the myriad government entities that plagued the Galaxy, and for the Jedi. When it came, these brothers and sisters welcomed it.

That was the difference.

Any other people might have stopped to simply ask questions. A more reasonable people would consider this situation to be far more complicated than it seemed. These were no such people. Whoever engineered the kidnapping knew this.

The Jedi were fools, perhaps, but they lacked the subtlety or hubris to act, at least in Alkor's experience. When Korriban had been put to the slaughter, they refused to act against their own errant commander. When the ordeal at Roche occurred, their hands were irrevocably stained. Now, all the pieces seemed to fall into place.

It seemed that the bullheaded, error prone Jedi had miscalculated yet again.

So when Kaine called for blood, a baleful symphony of warcries, screams, howls, and chanting rose to meet the General. Their spirits rose toward Manda, and the flames of war were stoked.

Alkor looked on with his arms hanging at either side, eager to hear how Kaine addressed this lot. After all, he was among those the General called for directly.

[member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles watches as his 10 of his men moved and attached their mag lock boots to the bottom of an atmospheric transport that would launch from the ship and drift into the atmosphere. Their armor would protect them and their weapons would deal devastating damage from above before it was time for them to release their boots and drop to the ground. The rest of his men boarded drop pods a smirking Pirate following after them. He climbed into the one of the drop pods sending a message to [member="Kaine Australis"] a dark grin on his lips as he cracked his neck. "General tell your people my men and I shall buy them time." He looked out the window of his pod before hitting the manual override launching his pod ahead of the others smirking as he dropped down towards the planet rapidly his violet/crimson eyes gleaming savagely as the drop pod plummeted. He felt it hit atmosphere and start shaking the glow of flames visible through the viewport as he counted to himself. Soon they would hit the ground and very soon he would have to do what he was best at kill people and stall for time. Smirking he fingered his lightsaber staff waiting for the pod to hit the ground bracing himself against it as almost as soon as his journey had started it ended and he was jarred lightly before removing the belt that held him in and igniting his blade cutting the door open swiftly before stepping out of it and into view stretching as he looked around seeing large transports landing off to one side as he turned back and ignited his lightsaber spinning the crimson blade around before moving to hold it behind his body and crouching down.

As he crouched he heard the unmistakable noise of drop pods nearing from above before the impacts started behind him rocking him lightly as he balanced in his crouch. He finally straightened up his eyes gleaming dangerously as he beheld the pirates base before him snorting darkly as he muttered to the large form that had joined him. "Pathetic aren't they Tusk. Calling themselves pirates when all they really are is brigands." The cragmaloid nodded as he looked down at the base seeing the torpedoes pass through the shield and impact the ground looking around he turned his gaze to his liege. "Do we know where the Silvers will land Sire." Aedan gave a brief shake of his head as he both heard and felt the other 89 men behind him moving around and into position behind him each squad lacking their sniper as they were above attached to the bottom of the atmosphereic transport ready to open fire on the enemy as soon as they were spotted. "No we do not commander. Have the men prepare to dispatch into position on my signal. We will leave gathering the Mand'alor to the Mando'ade we will merely keep the Silvers busy until they realize this is a lost cause. Also prepare the announcement to keep their attention away from the Vod we will be calling their attention to me." This brought a deep chuckle from the Cragmaloid at his side before Commander Tusk looked over the area nodding towards the far side of the Pirate base. "That might be the best place for us to set up than sire. Keep them limited as they come at us we can have our tanks dispatched over to there as well." Aedan thought for a moment before nodding his head and gesturing towards the indicated position. "Very well dispatch the troops I want us to arrive there as soon as possible." His commander nodded before turning away to shout out orders moving to lead his men as Aedan started in that direction as well contacting one [member="Ambrose Mantis"] as he did so. "Mantis this is Miles I am moving my men into position than I am going to drag a lot of attention to myself. So I wish you and your men luck in your assault. If you need back up just send me a message."

 

[Gray Raxis]

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6czMrbqEyDY[/video]​

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Objective: Taking my daughter back
Location: Heading down in Mando allies' transport ships
Allies: Mandalorians; Mandalorian allies; Anyone who doesn't get in the way
Enemies: Pirates; Anyone who gets in the way
Equipment: Armor; Wrists; Back; Revolver; Rifle; Calm; Whisper (lightsaber); Shield; Thermal detonators x8; Barrel attachment

After being captured and tortured and pushed to the brink of insanity, Gray was always careful to monitor his emotional state. He made sure he never got too far into the darker side of himself because it was likely to be a one way trip. That was how he normally was, but right now there was no control. There was no safeguarding. There was no emotional safety net. Right now all that was on his mind was getting his daughter back by any means necessary. It was for this reason that Gray had mobilized himself and his clan for war.

The entirety of Clan Raxis was called to arms. They were not doing this for the Mandalorian Empire. They were a clan notorious for being independent and doing right by the spirit of their culture. The clan was not here for their people's Empire. The clan was here to return one of their own home, even if that meant braving hellfire yet again. The entirety of the Rancor Company and Lightning Company was ready to go within an hour of the call. They were no strangers to conflict, especially after Castamere. Their only issue was that they were in desperate need for new ships as all their old ones were not serviceable anymore despite their skilled engineers' best efforts. So they and their alor had to bum a ride off of [member="Kaine Australis"] with the Empire's forces. Not the most independent thing to do, but the clan would always do everything it had to for one of its own.

The trip to the Barataria system felt like an eternity for Gray. His daughter [member="Yasha Mantis"] was pregnant and being held captive. How was he expected to be patient? She might not be of his blood, but that didn't matter to him. It didn't matter to his people. All that mattered was the bond. While everyone else here saw their Mand'alor, he saw a young woman who had faced far more horrors and carried heavier burdens than she deserved. He saw a crying girl in the cold seeking the warmth of a familial connection. Perhaps that was one good thing about having lost his physical eyesight. He stopped seeing the surface of things, but starting to see the truth behind it. No matter what, all he could do was focus on building up as much of the force inside of himself as he could. He was going to need every bit of it for what was to come next. He didn't need the use of the force to know that.

As they approached the system, everything went into that flurry of activity as the last preparations were made. His clansmen were all fixing a special coms unit into their helmets. Seems they couldn't be jammed. That was good. He had to wait for someone else to finish then get his own in place for him. The force allowed him to still see much, but such basic things like colors were beyond him. It made doing anything tech related nearly impossible for him anymore. The captain in charge of the Rancor company was the one who had taken care of it for him and handed it back. Gray took it from him with a stoic expression on his face. He said in a nearly flat voice, " Thank you vod." He could feel the unease from the captain and his clansmen that were close enough to notice. Their alor was usually smiles, friendly chatter, and terrible jokes. The alor before them was as neutral as his name sake. He slipped his helmet on and said loud enough that all of them could hear him, " We are Clan Raxis. We are Mandalorians. Our own were taken and being held hostage in foreign territory. There seems to be Jedi down there helping our enemy. For most that would be unnerving. I don't care though. I don't care if they are Jedi or Sith or karking space dragons. I will be taking my pregnant daughter back home to Mandalore. I will see it done even if I have to shoot, blast, and cut down every single soul in this system." His emotions were getting to him as he spoke. Every word reminding him what was at stake up in space and down on the ground. He went with it and let it carry him up to his feet. "We dare to do what is right no matter the cost! We face the threat of exile and excommunication to uphold the Resol'nare! We met hell on the battlefield and did not fold! If they are foolish enough to take one of our own then we will make them pay the price for it in their blood! We are Clan Raxis! We are Mandalorian! THE MANDA'S WILL BE DONE! FOR MOTHER MANDALORE!"

Gray wasn't attempting to make a speech there just to calm some nerves. It had turned into one though, and his clansmen met their alor with a resolve that matched his own. No cheer went up, but he could feel all of their focus tighten. There was no fear or unease in them now. All he could feel was an unending desire to land so they could rescue their alor's daughter. Gray went back to pulling the force into himself as he got the last of his personal preparations done.

A speech was made by Kaine as the Raxis forces moved into the transport they were sharing with the Mandalorian Empire's forces. It was too the point, gave the Silvers their warning and their chance to back out, and reminded everyone of what was at stake today. A good one. Things were in full swing now as the transports began to head towards the surface. Gray pressed his com and said over it to Kaine, " Ready to get our daughters back vod?" He knew the answer even before he asked. A spare speeder was brought over to Gray along with one of the engineers decked out in the clan's heavy armor outfitted like the drivers from Lightning Company. He gave his clansman a nod then got onto the back seat with his equipment properly stowed. He could have taken a spare minigun with him, but that would just slow him down. He had another plan in mind for the bike. All he and the rest of his clan was waiting for was for the ramps to lower.

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Raxis Forces:

Spoiler

Rancor Company:
-10 squads

Lightning Company:
-4 squadrons

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Location: Beside General Kaine, Bartaria System
Objective: Watch & Learn from the Best

Beth stayed close to her buir, [member="Kaine Australis"]. She was on his chosen command ship. She was on the bridge with him, albeit she stayed as far away from people as she could beside him. One hand played with her necklace that had the small statuette of the Goddesses. She didn't want to get in their or his way. She could practically feel the pressure, the worry, but also the hope in the room.

She had learned to not be surprised by the hypocrisy of some nations. The Jedi seemed to be aiding and abetting enemies who kidnapped two pregnant women plus one man. Ultimately, the 13-year-old didn't care who was responsible. She wanted to find them, to get them safe. Then deal with retribution.

But the girl was mostly worried. A lot had happened, very suddenly, and she felt mostly powerless to do anything to help. Her Mand'alor, her friend, her idol [member="Yasha Mantis"] and [member="Kaden Mantis"] was trapped on a planet in foreign space. Her sister, teacher, and friend Cassiopeia was trapped. It made her feel sick, her long expressive ears cowering, limp in her dismay.

She listened intently to Kaine's speech. She was solemn as she stared at the communications device for a moment. She walked beside Kaine and gripped his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. She gave him a warm smile before letting go of his hand, stepping back.

Now, she watched and learned. This was her first fleeting lesson, and man, was it a big one.

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: manned torpedoes
Equipment: taff-necklaces, Staff of Remembrance, CZ-835 Machine Pistol, BTI-CR "The Ripper", raven-armor, its-a-trap-lapel, Beskarad Master Sabre, g-11-shield-gauntlet, t-7-vibro-brace
Objective: You will find out soon
Ally: [member="Cynthia"] Raxis, 10x members of the mandalorian-assault-division-ix
Enemies: any pirates or Silver Jedi in the base.

Rex moved ships and was loaded into a manned torpedo. His job along with those allies was to infiltrate the pirate base and take the base and Mand'alor. He was going for [member="Yasha Mantis"] and [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"], he also had Mand'alors hammer. However he would not use it. It was mand'alors weapon and he was no mand'alor. They waited to be fired the topedoes would take it from there to the pirate base.

Rex then felt the torpedo fly through the air and land with a thum. He kicked the door open and shot the pirate in front of him. The rest of the squad was getting out of their respective torpedoes. He would then make a call to [member="Kaine Australis"] "Field Captain Rex, reporting in, we are inside the shield dome and kicking the pirates moving to take control of the situation in here. If we need more troopers we will call." The troops were cutting down all of the pirates above ground. "Okay lets move Yasha ain't got long."

 

[Sala'dine]

Location: Jedi Shadow
Allies: SJO at Thanos
Enemies: ? ME

Sala'dine was arriving, they had a stagin area for meeting the ships but she mostly stood there in full uniform looking at it... there wasn't a lot when the rest of the fleet met up. She could see [member="Gir Quee"] and the other admirals [member="Elijah King"] and [member="Varindar Asyt"] or ones leading the ships. Aly was there with the Tengu and Sala'dine turned as she spoke. "I want the tengu squadron ready to launch and investigate, I have really no idea what we are going to see or should expect yet. THis seems more a questionable situation that is being forced then something that would normally happen." She had seen things like this since back in the sith empire when Kisep and Domino. They had watched the 'problems' with the Black Sun Vigo continue to mount on the grounds the suns needed to be attacked. SHe remembered it but shrugged while looking towards Jyoti and the others as the massive shadow remained cloaked but she opened a channel to speak with them as the two patrol destroyers were cloaked to escort her. THanos was an interesting area to meet up

 

[Alyisa Mithel]

Location: Jedi Shadow (Claoked), from the bridge moving back to the hanger​

Allies: Silver Jedi @Sala’dine​

Wearing: Jedi Ace Flightsuit Jedi Ace Helmet Jedi Ace Emergency Unit Sasori Cracken​

Weapons: Ranger’s Field Pistol Ranger’s Combat Knife​

Starfighter: Saotome Tengu X-Wing​

Astromech Droid: BB9​

X-Wing Squadron: (11) Saotome Tengu X-Wings​

Aly did not really get very many answers. She got one and it was an order. That all she needed. She saluted [member="Sala'dine"] and started to make her way down to the hanger as fast as possible.

After a brief job dodging people going down a corridor, she had to take one turbo lift ride down to another corridor. Through that corridor she went through a large blast door and into the hanger.

“Mount up”, she yelled to the other pilots.

“Orders Mam”, one of the pilots asked. Aly understood but the orders were brief. There was not much to tell.

“Get in your karking ship. Our orders are few. We’re to get ready for launch, now”, Aly said while running over to her X-Wing.

While she scrambled, the other pilots scrambled, after climbing in she called out to BB9 to start to warm up the X-Wing. After she flipped a few switches and the engine was humming she called out her number. Leading it off one by one the other pilots started to call out their destination number.

“Olympus Squadron standing by”, Aly said through the com system to the bridge. It was just like that. They were ready to fly!

 

[Elijah King]

Location: Barataria System
Objective: Investigate source of the disturbance.
Allies: SJO ([member="Sala'dine'] [member="Gir Quee"])
Opposition: ME ([member="Kaine Australis"])
Neutral: [member="Kanta Tukka"]

[NPC Patrol Group “Hawkeye”]

Halpern’s day just went from bad to worse as an entire an entire battlegroup emerged from hyperspace, quickly identifying itself as belonging to the Mandalorian Empire with a hostile message over clear comms.

Now on the other side of an enemy force that dwarfed her tiny patrol element, the young Lieutenant gripped onto the armrests of her chair like her life depended on it while her stomach twisted knots.

All this was definitely way above her [SIZE=11pt]pay grade[/SIZE].

“Ma’am, the Mandalorians have initiated broad spectrum jamming. Our comms aren’t being affected, but it’s creating problems for our sensors.”

The sensor operator’s report brought her back to her senses before she began to totally seize up and panic. They were going to die if she didn’t keep her chit together.

“Hawkeye to Talisman (Regional Command),” she started, a slight quaver in her tone. “Are you getting this?”

“Affirmative, Hawkeye,” a grizzled Jedi General replied from the other side. “Do not engage with Mandalorians. I repeat, do not engage. Suck up as much metadata as you can while getting to cover. Right now you’re our eyes and ears in the system. We’re coming.”

“Yessir…”

She really wished she had been given the [SIZE=11pt]go ahead[/SIZE] to just blast away from the system entirely, but now there Silver personnel operating planetside. They would not be left behind.

“Aye, Ma’am. Going active.”

“Fraiser, you heard the man. Work through interference to get us a clear idea about enemy force strength, and alert the Silvers on the surface of incoming dropships. Now, [SIZE=11pt]everyone[/SIZE], we’re moving to the far side of the planet until reinforcements arrive.”

The sensor operator flipped on their active sensor suite, which included the corvette’s powerful quantum radar, capable of operating adequately even in an environment of heavy interference by taking advantage of the mechanics of quantum entanglement. To clean up the signal, Fraiser altered the polarization of his receivers to filter out the Mandalorian’s unwanted jamming signals. As a backup, the Kobolds enjoyed the use of digitally enhanced electro-optical systems, much harder to fool, but also a sensor not ideal for tracking at long range.

“I got it, the raw energy being output by the jamming vessels is making it easy to track the main body of the formation. Two battlecruiser sized vessels flanked by about two dozen ships of various sizes. HSI picked up on multiple hyperspatial fluctuations in high orbit just prior to the Mandalorian’s jamming efforts. I’m trying to get a fix on additional vessels now.”

“Just peachy.”

By now the corvettes had completed their relocation to the opposing hemisphere in relation to the Mandalorian’s main formation, squawking encrypted tight beam messages of warning to the Silvers ([member="Cassius Droma"], [member="Varindar Asyt"]) on the surface. However, now it seemed all for [SIZE=11pt]naught[/SIZE], as they appeared to be completely surrounded by a secondary force of indeterminate strength.

It was a struggle not to order the call for a retreat against such overwhelming force, but Halpern and the rest of unit had a job to do.

Summary of Actions​

• The NPC crew activate sensors (quantum radar) and employ ECCM techniques to counter the effect of Kaine's brute force jamming on them. Quantum radar works on the mechanics of quantum illumination to detect objects within a noisy background full of white noise, while the polarization of other EM-based sensors has been altered to filter out some of the jamming signals. The result is improved detection rates, though the crew is still having trouble tracking the missile cruisers located in high orbit. They only know that something is there because their HSI was triggered by the cruisers' reversion.
• Hawkeye as a group relocates to the far side of Batararia to avoid getting shot while feeding data of conditions into the system to outside parties in real time.

​

[Bahamut - Alaris Expanse]

As his flagship was only a stone throw away from Shining Path, Elijah only had a short but unpleasant transfer to deal with after seeing away his wife and child.

The CIC was abuzz with activity as he entered, still zipping up the jacket of his uniform.

His XO Captain Yix joined him at his station, then made a series of gestures to summon several large [SIZE=11pt]holopanes[/SIZE] before them.

“Impeccable timing Remember the distress call from that backwater system I told you about? An ME battlegroup just appeared in [SIZE=11pt]system[/SIZE] a few minutes ago. Listen to this.”

The Mon Cala played back the nasty message from General Australis, which left the Elijah scowling.

“Last time I check, the SJO wasn’t at war with the ME. What the Feth are they even talking about?”

“I think Cyber Command finally has some idea. They’ve been able to piece together events from the Holonet. [SIZE=11pt]Apparently, there was some kind of terrorist attack on [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Garos[/SIZE] in ME space. Seems their leader was kidnapped process and was taken to this system. They’re blaming the whole thing on the Silver Jedi.”

Elijah just shook his head. None of it made sense. The Silver Order had been working on hammer out a treaty with the current iteration of the ME. The SJO’s focus was on the Sith, Imperials, and other Dark Side organizations. They had no issues with the Mandalorians as long as they were no longer under the Sith’s thumb.

“We need to get to the bottom of this, but until then, it’s time to evict the Mandalorians out of Silver Space. It’s time for them to learn that we will no longer tolerate them ripping and running through our territory like they own the place.”

Elijah leaned forward, summoning his own set of windows, which brought up displays of all friendly forces in the region. Thanos, a fortress world renovated by the Silvers and ISAF, was host to several battlegroups as a major hub for NORTHCOM. He saw Admiral Sala’dine returning to Silver Space with the Thanos as her destination. Meanwhile, Admiral Quee had transited from Ceraluen to the Roche asteroid field. A preemptive measure in case the Mandalorians wanted to turn their latest military adventure into a crusade for manifest destiny.

He opened a new conference call pulling in all the commanders for a new round of orders.

“By now I’m sure you’ve already seen what we have in CENTCOM. I’d like to avoid [SIZE=11pt]conflict[/SIZE] with the Mandalorians for obvious reasons, but at this point, it may seem unavoidable. General Kelgar, are you ready to deploy.”

“Ready and willing,” the Duros Jedi reported. “Where do you need me?”

“Drop a couple destroyer lines right on top of that big ugly sphere at the back of their formation. BoSS has identified it as the Dutchman’s Bane.”

Kelgar grinned. “Cute name. I’m on it.”

The powerful neural networks of Jedi General’s pair of heavy destroyers (Lament of Ossus, Yojimbo) analyzed data being fed to them in real time from regional command in order to generate an astrogation solution for a precision [SIZE=11pt]microjump[/SIZE]. Such maneuvers could be tricky, but when pulled off correctly, ships could appear right next to a target vessel seemingly out of nowhere, ideal for flanking and blitz tactics.

Once the astrogation solutions were punched in, the destroyers and their escorts were off for the Batararia system, a quick journey of only a few seconds.

Without a hitch, the pair of destroyer lines and their complement of Kobold [SIZE=11pt]blastboats[/SIZE] (16) appeared close to either side of Bane without any reports of collisions. The formations were primed for combat, drilled for close range “knife fighting” ranges that the Akula was built for, in part with a previous iteration of the Mandalorian Empire in mind.

Among the destroyer lines and corvettes was a single Sowa drone in full stealth mode, [SIZE=11pt]hiding its[/SIZE] already minuscule signature within the wakes the other vessels to avoid detection. With passive sensors, it began to track the Mandalorian’s formations and just about everything else within the vicinity of Batararia, purpose-built for just this task.

“In position,” Kelgar reported.

“Excellent, open a channel so I may address the Mandalorians.”

The Destroyers began a full spectrum broadcast over open [SIZE=11pt]hyperwave[/SIZE] and subspace channels to relay Elijah's messages via biocomm. Despite the jamming efforts, the boosted signals should have been easy to pick up on at near point blank range.

“General Australis, this is Fleet Admiral Elijah King of the Silver Spacy and the Intergalactic Assistance Force (ISAF). Right now I can confirm that the Silver Order has not sanctioned any operations against the Mandalorian Empire. We had no parts in any events being reported from [SIZE=11pt]Garos[/SIZE].”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t first reach out to us before sending in an armada, but here we stand. I remember what you did for the Silver Order and Kashyyykians when the Sith Empire attacked, and for that[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]reaso[/SIZE]n, I have held off giving the order for an armed response. I’m giving you one chance to peacefully withdraw back to ME space before I must remove you by force. I take no pleasure in this, but our sovereignty will be respected.”

It was more of a token gesture than anything, Elijah not expecting the Mandalorians to back down after mobilizing so much hardware. However, at least he could say he tried before things got ugly.

While waiting for a response, he switched channels to address Quee and Sala’adine directly.

“Get ready to jump into the fray if and when talks break down. Kelgar will disrupt their main formation while you two hit it at range and screen for our assault forces bound planetside. Additional vessels were detected in the outer reaches of Batararia’s orbit.

“Sala’dine, I want you to focus on sniffing out these threats and eliminating as you find them.”
“I’ll be participating in the battle directly. We’re about ten minutes away from our position here, so you won’t have wait long for me or the assault groups.”

The Mandalorians had ruined his day already, so he was more than happy to return the favor.

Summary of Actions

• Using data from Hawkeye, Elijah orders two destroyer lines to precision jump near Dutchman's Bane on either side of the battlecruiser. There is no attack, but all vessels are primed to fight.
• Elijah issues a call to withdraw to Kaine's forces over clear comms.
  

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

Well of all the times to be involved in osik this was yet another opportunity to just completely need to repaint my beskar. Force knew I'd be taking the nicks, dings, burns and whatever else in my armor anyways. I knew something had the mando'ade clanking at the bit to draw blood but the fact we had a truce albeit uneasy truce made me think staged. Just like the nonsense of pointless shenanigans with Claire Organa some people just wanted to start conflict to watch their enemies tear each other apart. In any event I'd been in the armory getting kit prepped as I noticed the pink haired padawan who'd gone into the unknown regions alongside myself and a few others.

Asaraa was her name.... Moving quietly over I pulled my helm off and said "Asaraa right? Not sure if you remember me or not we dealt with the screaming citadel together. Andorreth Vikar, pleased to make your acquaintance again. Listen I'm looking for someone to be my gunner on this run and who can support me groundside and you look like you're up for it if the armor is any indication. Care to partner up Asaraa?"

Looking around a bunch of the pilots were getting ready to launch. Checking my wristpad I also sent out an electronic pulse to anyone who'd gone into the beginning of training with me as a potential shadow.
Odds were that at least Liuna was here in the mix somewhere...

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] ~ [member="Liuna Ondizi"]

 

[Seo Linn]

There were many fields for a Jedi to explore, but Seo had been drawn to investigation. This would not be her first time doing something like this nor did she suspect it would be her last. The Lorrdian was relatively new to the Silver Jedi and was not yet known by many. A quiet observer of people, the subtle hints and clues given by body language was noticed by her.

Here she was at home and comfortable. Dressing in a gold colored shirt and a darker pair of pants, her gold eyes watched those around her.

The others were stressed about the situation unfolding in front of them. The previous actions indicated Mandalorians were involved, but it felt wrong to her. Right off the bat, she could tell something was not right with the situation.

Unsure of who to approached, the woman stood against the bulkhead of the ship and just took in the details around her.

 

[Sala'dine]

Location: Jedi SHadow Bridge
Allies: SJO [member="Gir Quee"]
Opposition: ME ehhh

She looked at it, most the information being sent to them and raised an eyebrow... not because of what [member="Elijah King"] was saying and the plan... more because.... she still was unsure about what was going on. Sending a message on the comlink mostly to not inturrupt the conversation with stunned disbelief. 'Is this correct, something happens and.... no conversation just sending an armada?' She was curious but spoke finally with her hands over her chest as the bridge crew milled about. "We can do that, their ships are basic enough we can handle but please tell me sir that we have at least one person with a braincell who doesn't chase battle like a cat chases a laser pointer."

A little embellishment but she recalled one of the mandalorians once saying it about their people. When the crusades were happening and suddenly the smallest thing provoked several fleets to attack because honor dictates win by all costs. 'Mandalorians are some fo the strongest and toughest fighters, tactician's and soldiers int he galaxy... and then they wake up and follow the shiny object promising glory or the laser pointer from someone else without thinking. Strong but easily manipulated.' She could hear and see the hanger with [member="Alyisa Mithel"] getting her stealth squadron prepared.

She had everything ready for herself at least as the partrol destroyers would be able to stay cloaked with them and release a squadron each as they passed. The tengu were made to handle problems without being seen. The shadow forming what would be needed but she spoke. "Good Olympus we have orders to sniff out and find threats once in the area and eliminate them. I want stealth maintained as long as possible but use the battle if it comes to target key systems on the enemy ships. Engines, power and life support." She looked forward at the screen if need be diable the ships and people were quick to surrender if you cut the power to environmental controls and life support.

 

[Keira Priest]

Keira had lived through each of the Jedi's mistakes personally, though she had been on opposing sides for each one. Roche was one she had witnessed directly, and she had personally instigated the talks that followed the desolation on Korriban. Nothing had come of the negotiations that took place after each conflict, not that anyone was surprised. The Jedi were hard-pressed to admit to their own shortcomings, and her people were just as stubborn in giving any ground or semblance of mercy. That explained - at least in part - why she found herself groundside in a pirate base on Barataria.

Others may have questioned exactly what motives the Silver Jedi had in assisting those that had abducted the Mand'alor and her entourage, but it was easier for her to put two and two together. There had been a time when her own actions had nearly pushed the Jedi and a previous incarnation of Mandalorians to war, and she figured this was the final piece of that puzzle. It wasn't that difficult for her to rationalize, and so she had volunteered to be on the front lines in rescuing the Sole Ruler.

"Things have definitely changed since Korriban, 'lek, vod'ika? There was a time when the Jetiise were afraid of war with us." She had just landed within what had been designated as the enemy base, her rifle at low-ready and HUD scanning for combatants. Although she and [member="Alkor Centaris"] weren't on the same battlefield for the first time in perhaps forever, they still maintained personal contact between fronts, attempting some kind of coordination.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Barataria
Objective: Take up positions
Gear: In signature
Allies: Silvers [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="Narcissa Tallhart"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Cassius Droma"]
Suspicious: Mandalorians

"May as well let the friendlies in-system know we are going to the ground, and have a briefing sent to all of them in a transmission before we get to the ground" she ordered the communications officer.

"Looks like the beacon is located inside a clearing, in the middle of a forest" the SIGINT officer responded.

"Then here's what we are going to do: entrench ourselves in the forest, maximize our use of cover among the trees, and place our tanks at the outer perimeter of our position, supported by heavy machineguns and snipers, while taking care of not packing the arty too tightly. But keep some of our forces in reserve, and do not fire at Mandos until they fire at you" she told on an encrypted channel comprising the main field commanders for this operation, including, but not limited to, Jyoti, [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and Valkren. "One last thing: if they are confirmed as hostiles, do not let Mandos close in on Jedi: we have to assume some of them will have ysalamirs in tow"

Should Mandos prove hostile, this was definitely going to be different from fighting Sith armies. From my recollections of the Republicans fighting the Mandos on Kashyyyk, they tend to be heavier on the gadgets than Sith were, and would they not mass artillery in dense formations, she thought, while the landing craft carrying the advance party began leaving orbit as they arrived over Barataria, some distance east of the distress beacon. In the meantime, the communications officer transmitted the briefing to all friendly field officers available to deal with this incident. For sure it was going to be different from the Rift Campaign, or even Kashyyyk against the Sith, to say nothing of the Siege of the Machine, and it's not just about the ysalamirs. And air patrols will circle around the region on the lookout for hostiles, while remaining mindful of not engaging hostiles until they do. Of course, the artillery has to be spread out, so that enemy counter-battery fire would not trigger a domino effect. Once they have landed, the artillery moved into position with infantry support elements latching on the vehicles' rooftops; meanwhile, tanks, machineguns began taking up positions as to mark the perimeter of their positions, some distance away from the last known location of the distress beacon. In fact I'd rather deploy reserves to flank any enemy that might be firing at us, and make life hell for them with support-by-fire if it came to that, she thought, as she got out of the dropship and into the forest, with her sniper rifle ready to be used against hostiles, while watching over the advance party, which she hoped was able to cause hostiles to think twice before battling Jedi.

"Remember: suppressive fire is key when in an environment where cover is abundant: an enemy is vulnerable once suppressed"

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Landed to the east of the pirate outpost
• Took cover in the forest, with machineguns and tanks near the edge of the forest
• The rest of the forces are positioned deeper in the forest, including the remaining artillery

Spoiler: Forces

Infantry (180 pts):

• 56 infantry squads Silver Jedi Regulars (600 men total)
• 8 mortar squads (16 mortars total)
• 8 missile trooper squads (40 missile launchers total)
• 8 heavy machinegun squads (40 heavy machineguns total)
• 10 sniper squads (100 snipers total; loadout identical to the SJ Regulars except for the primary weapons replaced by sniper rifles)

Artillery (80 pts):

• 2 squadrons of Howlrunners (24 units total)
• 1 squadron of Hwacha MLRS (18 units total)
• 1 squadron of Tartarus mortar carriers (8 units total)

Aircraft (80 pts):

• 1 squadron of Chiloon-IIs (12 units total)
• 1 squadron of Talons (12 units total)

Reserves to be deployed later if necessary

 

[Kaden Farr]

Kaden has been knocked out by pirates, there had been too many for him to kill, and finally they had gotten him. Enough of them littered the ground however before they took him, his wife, and their companion with them.

The cell was cold, and since his helmet had been taken he could feel it. He had one good eye, but still knew his wife was in labor. A bacta shot was given to him, of which he was grateful. It was used on his bleeding wife right away. It had to have to time to work. It would stabilize her, but not heal her fully. Once again he was tending to his broken wife. He’d done this during the war. His mind flashed back to when she had been shot and her lung collapsed.

They had been too young. Twelve and Fourteen.

”Dammit you just had to come,” he said, not upset, but more.... more like he knew the answer before he ever asked.

He’d pressured her to make her choice on their Honeymoon. This was his fault and he knew it, but stayed quiet. Instead he picked up the beskad she carried and held one of his own. It was a neat trick to hide them in their armor. He knew what she wanted. Saving their daughter came first. If she died, then she died. They were the words of a mother, a mother she was afraid she couldn’t be.

Kaden nodded.

”Both of you will be coming home with me, but I promise, if I am forced to choose, she comes first.”

A tear rolled down Kaden’s cheek. His daughter was coming and Yasha had given him a new charge. He was to have enough fear for their daughter. His job but now he was to stand one step and to the fight of her, no... he was to lead her. Kaden was father and husband.

”Shhhh they’re coming.”

[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Nightshade, Kashyyyk Orbit > Barataria (Ground)
Objective: Aggressive Negotiations
Allies: SJO
Opposition: ME [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] (I'll tag ground people as I encounter them)

"Personal shields, I love you [SIZE=11pt]so..[/SIZE] crafting and fighting with you… exhilarates me. You are the MAIN focus of my life… (except for my melee weapons and armor)… I love you so."
―An Echani Poem

Out of reflex, Jyoti forced the Firebolt that Charlie was holding in a downward position with telekinesis when her silver eyes met the raised repeater. It was a struggle not to just to snap and yank the gun out of her grasp, but she didn’t find any good in dogging her out in the middle of the crowd of Jedi and Rangers.

As the Echani had feared, babysitting Jason and the younglings of other Jedi was making her soft.

“The safety may be on, but careful where you point that thing,” she cautioned with a small sigh. “I don’t think you’re ready for this. There’s a lot of different subsystems to this platform, and I don’t have the time to go with them all with you right now. However, we can always hit the firing range later.”

“I think this would be a much better fit for you.” She activated a personal shieldhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/124630-chakram-shield/#entry1743981 for Charlie to see. “An advanced Chakram style personal shield from Locke & Key. It blocks both energy and [SIZE=11pt]projectiles[/SIZE] and has a stunning edge so you can use it for offensive purposes. You can toss it too, but I would advise against it until you had time to practice.”

She deactivated the shield and handed it over to Charlie to inspect while she finished kitting up.

Valkren was first to appear, which brought a smile to her face.

“Colonel,” she said with a small [SIZE=11pt]pat[/SIZE] on his shoulder plate, matching his formality. “It’s been a while. It’s good to be working with you again..”

Another familiar face appeared, her old apprentice Yuroic, asking to take part in the operation. She was happy to see him too, even if it was still felt awkward being around him.

“You look ready,” she replied, checking out his arms. In a word, he was jacked. While the Knight may like to wander, he certainly wasn’t skipping out on his training. There was just something different about the way he carried himself [SIZE=11pt]too,[/SIZE] as if he had adopted a new style.

“If not, then this will get you ready, nothing like a little war to work off the rust,” she joked.

Not too far behind was Draven, who had been Yuroic’s apprentice. It was funny, seeing three generations of Jedi present from the same lineage at once, even if she only knew it.

On the surface, Draven appeared all [SIZE=11pt]gung-ho[/SIZE], ready to bust some heads, but the master of kinetic communication could read his microexpressions to see that display of bravado may have been an act. The Echani was quite nervous herself under her mask of poise, but her anxieties were more related to the wellbeing of all those she was leading into battle. As for herself, the avatar was already dead.

“I am certainly ready to do all that’s required,” she answered in a diplomatic fashion. “Though don’t take the Mandalorians lightly. Killing Jedi is a favorite pastime for many of them.”

Her communicator on her hip chirped alive as Josh contacted from his datapad, asking where to rendezvous.

“I have a party gathering with me. Park your ship in the Nightshade, then I’ll come meet you in the hangars.”

Fashionably late, [SIZE=11pt]Tanaski[/SIZE] appeared last, full of questions as usual.

“The Mandalorians invited themselves to Silver Space yet again, so we’re on the defensive this time around.”

She didn’t fail to notice [SIZE=11pt]Tanaski’s[/SIZE] enthusiasm about fighting the Mandalorians, but unlike Draven, he really seemed to mean it. Vaguely, she recalled the Yumi twin being some kind of assassin before joining the Silver Order. There were several interesting characters within the SJO, to say the least.

“Alright,” she started, her projecting her voice with the aid of the Force. “It’s getting pretty crowded in here, so I’m going to take this outside with Jedi and Ranger Commanders to develop a plan of action.”

She waved for everyone relevant to follow, then led down the corridor to the hangar area of Nightshade. Here, more Jedi and Rangers were loading up into transports, ready to deploy as soon as they hit the planet.

Tapping into shipboard computer wirelessly, she communed with Nightshade for a sitrep from advance units already in [SIZE=11pt]system[/SIZE], a process that only took a matter of seconds between machine and cyborg.

At the end of it, she made a small O face. Everything had gone from level zero to galactic war in short order.

“It looks like we’re not just dealing with any set of random Mandalorian raiders, but an entire battlegroup, on some sort of crusade to rescue their Mandalore while implicating the SJO in her abduction. Pure hogwash, but that’s the conditions we’re facing.”

She held up a small holoprojector to provide a visual reference as she continued talking, displaying live maps of the coming theater.

“Before they were driven off, a patrol group managed to snag some information on ground conditions. Barataria appears to be uninhabited save for this complex picked up. We believe it to be the settlement the distress calls were referencing. [SIZE=11pt]ME[/SIZE] has dozens of capital ships surrounding the planet, and has already begun landing their forces, with our advance units probably caught in the middle.”

“While Spacy units keep the ME battlegroup occupied, our flotilla should be able to slip through to reinforce General Med-Beq and the Shadows already planetside.”

“I’m going to split us up into main strike groups. Anvil (Jessica, Yuroic, Draven, [SIZE=11pt]Andorreth[/SIZE], Tansaski, Iakchi, Seo) and Raider (Myself, Valkren, Charlie, Asaraa, Josh, Odin).

“Anvil will link [SIZE=11pt]up with General Med-Beq on the ground to secure the refugee settlement and eliminate all hostiles. Meanwhile, Raider will insert behind enemy lines and smash their positions. The endgame is for both Raider and Anvil to both [/SIZE]meet at the settlement as we send the Mandalorians into disarray. Along the way, we need to look into the inhabitants of that settlement, and see what's going on.”

She closed the holoprojector. “One last thing before we split off. Don’t forget that the Mandalorians favor [SIZE=11pt]ysalamir[/SIZE], void stone, and other countermeasures to shut down our use of the Force. Make sure to adjust your tactics accordingly.”

“Everyone on Anvil, you can go ahead and load up on your transports and can deploy as soon as we hit [SIZE=11pt]atmo[/SIZE], but Raider stay by, there are a few more things I need to go over.” ”

The topic of discussion would be the finer points of a planned airborne assault, taking a page out of the Mandalorian playbook.

Finally fueled up and loaded, the assault flotilla finally made the jump for Barataria. A few minutes later, they reverted over the far side of the planet away from massive ME battlegroup, then descended through the upper reaches of the atmosphere as Nightshade spewed dozens of ECM drones, each set to mimic the appearance and signature of dropships and two other Pantera, while the real frigate cruised along under the cloak of its passive stealth and electronic distortion.

A mixed air group of Fencer Kaihttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/103245-kf-01-fencer-droid-starfighter/ (24 in standard config), and X-wings (6 in standard config, 6 in interceptor config) surged forward with the drones as if providing an escort, the starfighters stacked around and above in staggered finger-four formations.

As Nightshade neared destination, the hangar bay doors slid open to allow the transports and soldiers to finally depart when ready.

Summary of Actions

• 
  Jyoti gives a short briefing an organizes everyone into teams with different assignments.
  
• 
  Nightshade and the rest of the assault flotilla finally launch for the Batararia system.
  
• 
  They appear on the far side of Barataria in relation to the main ME battlegroup in [SIZE=11pt]system[/SIZE], then proceed with their final destination planetside. All the while, ECM drones are launched to fool Mandalorians in space and on the ground.
  
• 
  As Nightshade nears the battlespace, bay doors open, allowing people to disgorge from the frigate and proceed with their assignments. Nightshade approaching the refugee settlement/pirate base from the east.
  

Spoiler

[member="Charlie"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Tanasuki Yumi"], [member="Odin Stormbreaker"], [member="Draven Dursden"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic”], [member="Andorreth Vikar"], [member="Narcissa Tallhart"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

Spoiler

[member="Iakchi"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Barataria Surface
Allies: Silver Jedi Raider Team l [member="Jyoti Nooran"] and friends
Objective: KILL
Opposition: [member="Yasha Mantis"] l [member="Kaine Australis"] l
Equipment: Massif Blast Armor, Ranger Combat Knife, Ranger Field Pistol, KG-2 Grendal

The armor he was wearing felt..light. Very light. Almost alien. Almost. He pulled the mask over his face, enjoying the sensation of not having an entire buyce over his face, honestly.

He hated pirates. Slavers. Scum. Bandits. Ne'er-do-wells. The Silver Jedi had a mission. He felt it was high-time to do his part for them. They'd be generous enough to give him a home. He'd be generous enough to give them a hand.

Killing was easy. Like breathing. Like nothing.

He charged a round when his feet hit the surface of the rock he was landing on. He'd done this a thousand times. It was always the landing that was the hardest part, the initial contact. This was no different. Blaster bolts streaked across, engaging the Raider team. Preliat rolled along the ground, taking cover behind an outcropping berm. A few Mandalorians began to fire at Preliat. Well-trained, efficient killers.

But he was Ramanar to them. Death.

So imagine their surprise when Preliat mantis, bandit mask over his face, sans Beskar'gam- popped over the berm- and laid a hole through one of the Mandalorian's plates, going for the gap in their armor. He didn't want to think of the moral implications, all the pain that he was going to suffer at the end of this. But this was his new home. And Preliat had already failed to defend his home once. He would not falter again.

Mandalorians began to fire at Raider team- focusing on the man they knew, however.

 

[Draven Dursden]

​GO TIME​

​Draven and his Dudes let out a roar as they burst forth from the lowered door, they had been packed in there like sardines, and the stink of fear, anticipation, and enthusiasm clung to the personal guard like a never dissipating aura. The Dudes had spent the short ride checking over their packs, ensuring that they were correctly supplied, had spare parts for everything they could possibly need, and were stocked on laser battery replacements, as well as the massive ammo belts slung over their huge armored figures, carrying slugs for their massive slugs. Their three dropships had scuttled down behind Jessica's forces, the pilots roaring into comms, ​"GO GO GO!" ​Draven's single saber ignited, its weaker, duller glow the only light beside the massive mech suits visor glow, in the all consuming drop ship darkness, that along with the flashing red alert light behind them. On his arm, Draven wore the shield he had newly acquired, the weight was unfamiliar, and not really something he was used to, but the knight did not question it, instead he tried to adjust as he prepared to drop.​

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​The light was blinding when the dropship doors opened. Draven had relayed his orders to each of the squad commanders, push forwards and meet with Jessica and her troops. The Dude's moral was greatly improved since their last mission, and as they piled out of the dropship, roars of excitement and jockeying to get the front were visible. The huge mechs ate ground up in front of them, their powerful legs moving them with incredible speed across the ground. The Dudes were preparing to do what they did best, and that was shock whatever enemy they came across with overwhelming brutality and force, then move back and defend their newly gained position. The three squads were moving up in arrow head formations, each captain in the center, and the sergeants taking the point. Draven stood in the center of the first squad, Captain George on point. The three squads all formed a massive triangle, Draven at the lead point, and the other two squads making up the following corners.​

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​The group ripped up the ground under their feet, leaving massive tracks behind them as they stomped down any vegetation in their way, making a war path directly towards the settlement in front of them. There was a unspoken agreement, that the other knight they were going to meet up with's troops were either going to keep up, or be left behind. The Dudes had no time for kicking around waiting for others to follow. They were shock troopers, and that was what they would do.​

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​Draven's lungs burned with the cool, clean oxygen from his war mask as he charged alongside the troopers, enhancing his speed with the force to keep up with them, teasing out just a bit of his rage to power his force abilities. The cool force ran through his veins like a river, as the knight stomped along, the wind stung his face, cold and harsh against the skin, his icy blue eyes burning with anticipation as the boots padded rapidly against the grass covered ground. Draven had arrived, and slipped loose the chains, which restrained the hounds of war.​