When Falsehood Can Look Like Truth [SJO/ME]

[Draven Dursden]

Location: Barataria (Clearing)
Objective: Kill anyone who opposes him
Allies: SJO
Enemies: ME (Specifically [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"])

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

The burst of roots from the ground echoed in Draven's ears as he felt them curling up around his ankles, though they were swiftly cut off by the Jedi's blue single saber, the blade cutting cleanly through the root which had sought to harm him. Draven smiled slightly to himself as he thought, whoever was manipulating the nature about them, was certainly no novice. This would be a good fight, something to truly tell of once the blows had ended.​

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The trees fell inwards towards the clearing, with only a single warning, their whining groans. The squeak of wood twisting against wet wood, and the whoosh of trees falling from all directions was all the Dudes needed to spring into action. Draven's eyes slid from one tree to the next, his medium armored figure standing, tiny amongst the enormous mech suits which surrounded him. But even in the face of certain death, the Dudes did not move. Their training was too good, too in depth to allow them to. The men stood silent as the trees whooshed towards them, uneasy tension crackling in the air while they waited for impact. ​

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Draven spotted the figure, the ruby blade was a dead give away. Everything happened in seconds. The crash of the trees was absolutely enormous, and the ground shook as their heavy trunks slammed into the ground, Draven had called out into the comms as they began to twist and fall, "First squad on me! Evasive maneuvers everyone else!" And that was all it took. The shock troopers scattered in all directions, moving into the trees to reposition around the enemy which was rapidly descending into the clearing. Those that were closest to Draven grouped around him, the sturdy suits all reaching up, and as the enormous trunk fell directly on top of them, the ten dudes underneath it caught the slick trunk, halting its downward motion, as well as the enemy's atop it.​

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Draven danced up the back of the troopers, and with a flashy front flip, landed on the log. Now the only sound was the creak and groan of the mech suits below, and the crackle of his Dudes calling out their positions, as they tried to encircle the clearing, as no more enemies were to be seen. Draven held his shield on his right arm, and the flashing blue saber blade in his left hand. Draven's eyes smiled, even though his mouth could not be seen below the oxygen battle mask he wore.​

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Location: Inside the castle
Objective: Save hostages if possible
Allies: Me ([member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Gray Raxis"] )
Enemies: Pirates, anyone who get in his way ([member="Kanta Tukka"] )
Equipment: In signature, the cloak is damaged (picked a regular one handed blaster pistol)

It was the turn for his wrist lightsaber to deflect blaster fire, and every slash the assassin did, was one kill. While a force shield coul´ve been useful at the moment, he didnt need to be showing off. He moved his body to avoid unnecessary fire while returning the rest to them. It was a dance, and Acaleus knew it too well. In other times he would call for Venus, but entering this late to the battle would be a disaster. Also, looking for a communication center or a strong antenna just to get that message was time consuming. He considered the presence of the jammers at that point.

The pirates were down, with smoke coming out of their body. Searching their bodies for any key was stupid, as they had none "Damn it. The leader had it all plan out. They were send here to die" Acaleus entered a corner grabbing a simple blaster pistol, and start running. Something disrupted the force and stop him. A presence. Wild force getting released with anger in the same building, one time, two times and suddenly it stopped and decrease in raw power like he was realize something "If i get in the way of that i will get smash. Gotta hurry" the rooms that werent heavily guarded didnt call for his attention, but the presence of the same screaming voice he heard in Garos just an hour before, did. It was a weak signal by now, but Acaleus didnt forget something that strange.

"Where are your comms!" "HERE!" the assassin used the force to pull the four pirate away from Yasha and the other two hostages, out of the cell, spreading them through the room "Thats for destroying my ship in Garos!"

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia could feel the blood trickling down her cheek, dripping on the ground. How long had she been bleeding from it? How bad was her own wound? She didn't know and truthfully, her mind was elsewhere. The blood was close enough to her nose, close enough for her to smell it. Her stomach revolted and she had to keep herself from vomiting.

She couldn't focus on that. She had to help Yasha. She had to help Adara. Her mind rolled with possible scenarios. This was no place for her birth, no place for a child to be born. Her ribs were broken? They had to get some type of bacta into her system. Her ribs had to be healed - or at least her pain minimized so she could breathe while giving birth to the baby. Could they perform an emergency c-section? Could Yasha live through something like that in these conditions?

The thoughts played through her mind in a panic. As usual, Yasha was optimistic. Cassiopeia wasn't worried that they wouldn't find or come for them - she was worried they wouldn't get here in time, especially if Yasha's ribs were broken and she was giving birth.

At that moment, Kaden talked - but he seemed distant. She stared at him for a moment as he stuck her with the bacta shot. She should still have one left over in her suit - one already went into her, but it looks like it didn't complete its job on herself. "We're bringing them both home, Kaden," she said forcefully. She didn't know how but there was no way she was going to let either of them die. They couldn't. She couldn't believe it would come to that.

She felt like a ghost as Kaden told them they were coming. Who were they anyway? Why did they kidnap them? Those questions would have to be answered later as she squeezed Yasha's hand gently - her own hand only slightly aching from Yasha squeezing. "It's going to hurt to breath but you have to breathe like in the classes. It's going to hurt like karking hell. This is going to be one of your biggest fights yet," she said as she stayed close to Yasha, "We need to get you on your back... We need rags," she said as she thought quickly smacking the lock on her own armor before it shed off of her onto the ground. She took the extra bacta shot and injected it into Yasha's side. Maybe two bacta shots would help her ribs heal faster. From there, she began to tear up her white undershirt until the bottom part and sleeves were turned into rags. She rested one on top of Yasha's forehead, to wipe away the sweat building up.


She heard a yell in the moment. Gray. Gray was here. He would be able to find them. He could get them out, somehow. They just had to make it long enough to keep Yasha and her child alive.


Upon a glance, Cassiopeia noticed something wrong with her armor- the other bacta shot in her armor actually didn't get injected into Cassiopeia, it was crushed with a huge dent from the impact.

It happened so quickly. The armored pirates entered the cell block, "We don't! We don't have knives!" She shook her head, trying to think quickly and without panicking Yasha. "Please, they're in our armor." She pointed to the left arm on her armor, "They're microchips, you can't see them with the naked eye," she muttered quickly. It was a lie, of course. She honestly had no idea where hers was at the moment. She saw the shot go towards Kaden and another shooting towards Yasha.

She heard the blasts from the guns and let out a small scream herself. Instinctively, the Force inside Cassiopeia appeared. A nearly invisible shield encased herself and Yasha, deflecting any further blasters and hopefully the pirates themselves from getting to close. Cassiopeia held tightly onto her concentration - to ensure the continued protection of Yasha and the yet born child. She had no idea how long she could hold it, but maybe long enough for someone to get here. She closed her eyes as sweat began to drip off her head, mixed with some of her blood.

"Breath as much as you can," she would say to Yasha again, "It's going to hurt, but you have to do it." She wrapped some of the rags around her side where the armor penetrated her. She continued to wipe Yasha's face clear of sweat and dirt. She didn't know what else to do. She didn't even notice Acaleus come in - she was too focused on the Force shield around herself and Yasha, not to mention trying to comfort Yasha during her contractions.

[member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaden Mantis"] | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Acaleus Thorn"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Dropping toward a very hot LZ
Allies: 11 members of the V Assault Division, Ori'ramikade, Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: Silver Jedi, Pirates
Objective: Punch a hole, extract Mand'alor.
Optional Objective: Murder Jedi.

They sat, locked into place along the interior of the gunship. The notorious stim junkies wore dark bags under their eyes, a deceptive trait that belied their true skill. Clammy faces from the consistent low seemed almost vacant as the orders echoed through the ship once more, inspiring a string of groans and curses. Alkor raised an eyebrow at Australis' proverbial elite.

"Reckon we'll get to kill anything?" one drawled.

"We always get to kill something," answered another.

"But do you think we'll all get to?"

Alkor sighed audibly as he pulled his buy'ce overhead. Nutters, the lot of them. "Lock it down," he barked. "Keep your head in it. The enemy has Mand'alor."

"Listen to this clown," one of the women laughed harshly. "Gets attached to the unit for the first time and thinks he's alor."

Alkor shrugged. "Focus on shooting," he replied to her goading. "We have more important things to do than bicker over who has authority. As far as I'm concerned, we're all equal here."

The others laughed, as if the very idea were a joke.

Alkor did not share in the sentiment.

"You take point, newbie," the woman snorted. "Try not to get shot."

The Corellian stood abruptly, pulling the DMR from his back and bracing for impact. "We were told to reinforce the unit led by [member="Skosk Fett"]," he explained. "So look sharp. We're going in fast, hot, and under fire."

"Oya!" It was the first time any of them seemed to agree on anything.

"Oya," Alkor muttered.

And the gunship opened fire into the fray to thin enemy numbers as its contents emptied behind Mandalorian lines. "Where is Fett?" Alkor called out across the secure channel. "We need a situation report."

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Inside main base
Allies: ME
Enemies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], SJO, pirates
Gear: In signature

There were few allies on the ground and fewer enemies, a situation that managed to be at once concerning and annoying. On top of that her brother hadn't responded over their secured channel, but Keira figured he was preoccupied elsewhere, given the circumstances. That left her to find her own preoccupation, preferably in the form of a Jedi to kill. It was her job to quell any resistance, and it wouldn't hurt to bring another trophy home.

All movement on her part ceased when her HUD picked up movement close by, and she pressed herself against a nearby wall, watching and waiting. Eventually another figure passed by her, recognizable as humanoid and most likely male, though it was the weapon in his grasp that drew her attention. A lightsaber meant a target, and a fight was what she'd been waiting for. But his kind weren't stupid, personal reservations aside, and she would give her new adversary time to get comfortable in his surroundings before she struck, hopefully catching him off balance.

Once the silent count in her head ran down to zero she ducked out from cover, sighting through her scope and letting off a three-round burst downrange intended for his center mass before pulling herself in behind cover. He might have been able to take on the average soldier, but nobody ever bet on Mandalorians.

 

[WelshGuy]

Location: Pirate Base
Allies: SJO
Enemies: ME and [member="Keira Ticon"]
Objective: Investigate the base.

There was a click of a blaster firing as he spun his saberstaff deflecting the bolts aimed at his body. They harmlessly struck at the walls. Yuroic paused as he narrowed eyes in the direction at Keira. "So, a Mandalorian already at this base. So was this part of the plan, fake distress signal." He inquired, his voice was not accusing but intrigued. Yuroic wanted to gain insight into the movitation behind this fight. Placing his hand in an attempt at peace.

His hand pooled the Force in preparation of an offensive strike. It hadn't been the course of action he wanted but Yuroic knew that Mandalorians were not the peaceful race, it was going to a defensive fight on his side. This battle had questionable motives that he didn't want to make worse. Holding his breath, Yuroic steeled himself, allowing his fear to tap into the Dark Side of the Force. Fingers started to tingle with electricity.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: Nightshade, Atmo​

Objective: Prep for drop, kick in doors​

Allies: [member="Charlie"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"]​

[member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]​

[member="Odin Stormbreaker"]​

Opposition: [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"]​

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Valkren offered a slight smile at Jyoti's gesture. It was true, it had been awhile since the pair had worked together. Valkren's unit was being deployed quite often nowadays, and that meant more operations apart from the rangers' Jedi attachments.

The colonel remained silent, but offered a nod along with his smile to her statement about working together again.

Although, that didn't mean the situation would change. The rangers were professionals, no matter how child-like the combatants sometime seemed. With the Radama Raiders and the third infantry attached to their Jedi counterparts, they'd be an impressive force to deal with.

Especially raining down from the sky.

Valken had all-too many memories whilst in the Galactic Republic. His unit in disarray due to the mandalorians raining hellfire down from above. The enemy's movements were their weapons in attempting to confuse the group of marines he was stationed with, and it worked damn well. Crazily enough, one could call Calderon 'excited' to try out their gameplan on the mandalorians.

The colonel followed Jyoti and the group of Jedi and Rangers out of the armory and towards the hangar when she was done with her briefing. Once they reached the hangars, the group of three-hundred combatants from the third infantry and a small amount from his own unit were all prepping their equipment and jump packs on crates that the said equipment came from. Several of his warriors were even spray painting designs on one-anothers armor and weaponry.

Ofcourse, many of the crude drawings had to do with 'killing mandos,' some rangers with better artistic skills than their comrades even drew the mandalorians complex headpiece on Valkren's chest piece, although, it had a blaster bolt cracking right through the side of the helmet.

As the Raider group came to a stop, the colonel's 'command' squad made their way to him, Lieutenant Harris being the first. Their helmets already equipped, armor newly painted with intimidating and harsh graphics, voices vocoded, they were prepared for a war.

Harris lifted up Valkren's rotary cannon, which someone had appropriately painted 'Mando-Reaper' on one of the rotating barrels.

"Gotta' make sure your toys are straight first." Valkren knew there was a grin behind Konrad's visor.

Valkren lifted the rotary cannon away from Harris after setting his helmet to the side, testing the weight and balance in his hands, before pointing it straight at the ceiling of their transport to inspect the graffiti on the barrels. The colonel let out a chuckle, attaching the large weapon to his chest rig so that it could remain close while taking their dive.

The colonel let the weapon hang, lifting up his helmet into his free hands as he moved away from the raider group only momentarily, walking side-by-side with Harris as the pair inspected the small army of combatants that prepared themselves. Specialist Jim 'Johnny-boy' Lowder jogged up, totting his own primary weapon as he moved to the other side of Valk.

"The boys are looking to you on this one, Boss." Harris spoke out once again, his own vision traveling across the bundles of rangers in their own little groups checking equipment with their individual teams.

"What? Shouldn't the third look to their own team leaders for inspiration?"

"Not all of us are from the Republic days, Colonel. You and Harris are some of the few soldiers that have been in combat against the mandalorians." Lowder piped up as they made their way to a patch of combatants from the first ranger special tactics unit.

Valkren remained quiet for a moment, scanning back over to the main group of team leaders for the raider group. Valkren felt a jolt in his kit as Corporal Baker hooked his jump pack to the colonel's back. He could feel the equipment latching into his kit, he waited while the corporal assured that the vital piece of their kit was firmly attached before patting Valkren on the shoulder plate.

Calderon turned and slapped Baker in the chest plate quickly, before changing up his hand motion to snag the pack of cigarettes that rested in one of the pouches on the corporal's chest rig. He swiped a single stick of tobacco and nicotine, handing the pack back before sticking the cigarette in-between his lips.

One drag before the drop.

Valkren lit the cigarette, taking a deep drag that most wouldn't be able to handle due to experience with smoking. He exhaled all together before tossing the half-stick to the ground. Valkren slid the helmet on over his head, it's HUD engaging almost instantly, flooding his screen with commands and statuses from all of the team leaders beneath him. Once he was informed he'd be leading a group of rangers this size into combat, Calderon made sure that the communications system would not falter. With several liaisons from his own special forces unit in the command squads of the Third infantry, he'd be able to receive and relay information easily to their assets.

"These boys don't need inspiration." The communication went to the three-hundred rangers, causing the mix to pipe down suddenly and look up, the sudden silence confusing to some on-lookers.

"What they need to be is reminded. Reminded of who they are." Valkren kept moving, almost 'strolling' through the mass of combatants. The rangers looked on, watching the colonel as he moved through the crowd and toward the command group of the raider unit.

"They're Rangers. Feared by pirates, despised by Sith, and after today..The mandalorians will know the name of the Antarian Rangers."

He turned suddenly, his visor flashing blue as he looked to mass of warriors now ready for a drop.

"And I'll be damned if they don't shake every time they hear our fetthin' name!" His voice raised only slightly at this point in the 'inspirational speech,' but it was just enough to entice an uproar from the crowd. The brief moment of silence from the rangers was disturbed by the shouting suddenly, many of the soldiers pushing each other back and forth, hitting their armor with their gloved fists, some even saying prayers.

Valkren turned back towards the group of Jedi they'd be dropping with, giving a quick nod towards the direction Jyoti, Odin, Josh, Charlie, and Asaraa. Soon after, he looked towards the bay they'd eventually plummet from, slamming his own chest piece a few times to 'hype' himself up as well.

Equipment:
Katarn combat armor.
Z-6 Rotary cannon
Sidearm
Blaster rifle
3x Detonators

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Main base
Allies: ME
Enemies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], SJO, pirates

That he managed to deflect her attack was unsurprising, and it gave Keira the opportunity to size up her opponent before the fight began in earnest. "My people move faster. Your kind have always been slow to react." A non-answer, and one that bought her time as she decided her next course of action. Energy based weapons would be useless given his reflexes, but she didn't want to defer to her pistol just yet. Better to wear down his defenses first and wait for him to make a fatal mistake. In her experience this particular brand of Jedi had never been instigators, and so this was likely to be a one-sided battle, which was all the better.

It would have been impossible not to notice the electricity sparking across his fingertips even if she hadn't been Force-sensitive herself, and she made note of the likely threat. Too many people relied on the energy field to pull their weight in combat, and it seemed he wasn't the exception. It would have been disappointing, had that not been what she was expecting all along.

Before stepping out of cover she replaced her rifle with her beskad, adjusting her grip on the weapon as she stepped out to face him.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Objective: Follow [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] because I have nothing else to do
Allies: Just this guy ^
Enemies: Hopefully [member="Rex Taff"] at some point

Looking around the staging area the young Jin caught sight of a familiar, but different looking face, that of Yuroic, well not so much his face and more that force signature and over all familiar feeling... and smell. He seemed to be going off on his own direction, perhaps bypassing the main battle and heading straight for the camp? If so that would be a ride he did not want to miss, the Genamander was always fun to hang around, well hopefully we was 'still' fun to hang around, but Tana was certain he had a persona to fit well with the Jedi Master.

With a force spring in his step the Padawan bounded after the cloaked Jedi master, dodging and weaving his way through the bush, keeping a decent distance between allies and enemies alike on his path behind Yuroic, which unfortunately he had been separated from, upon reaching the base the Jedi master being absent, only a hand full of militia looking people out the front, laying dead in the ground with SJO classed weapons. 'Looks like I am a little late, but it does not seem that have a large force around her, could be up my ally, but I best be careful just in case. Keeping a sense of caution around Tana stalked towards the entrance, unknowing heading towards a certain Chiss commander

 

[WelshGuy]

Location: Pirate Base
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] and ME

Holding back from his attack, he clenched his fist with the energy of the Force still buzzing around. His eyes inspected the Mandalorian, she wasn't the worse possible outcome for an opponent, at least Yuroic would have thought that several years ago. Nowadays, he was more cautious, there were deadlier threats that were deceive. Twirling his blades in swift motion, he studied her beskad, an interesting choice of weapon. However, not unusual for a Mandalorian though. The iron would prove resistant to his Lightsabers, he stepped forward with his mind developing its usual calculations for where to attack, what to attack and such.

"Not offering much in the way of information. Typical, I bet you also see yourself as better than me. I am work with the Jetii, but I am not one of them." Yuroic stated. "Shall we continue this fight?" While on high guard, he didn't make it obvious that he prepared for a fight at a moment's notice. Instead Yuroic calmed his thoughts.

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Location: Barataria Surface. Forces Flank
Objective: 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 Centari [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Skosk Fett"] @Skosk Australis
Enemies: SJO/Pirates [member="Kanta Tukka"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Odin Stormbreaker"] [member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Narcissa Tallhart"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] @Besaba Willamina

Thoughts of Ka’lo die with her, lost for the momentary desire to save the rest of my vode. I cannot afford to be anything but cold, and cold I will be.

“Send in the Bral. Give [member="Skosk Fett"] reinforcements from our tanks. Fett! My tanks are working to your position. Hit them louder than Mand'alor can scream.” I linger in the trees, watching the positions of the enemies from the perspective of my men and their buy’ce connections. I can see Skosk, Alkor, Aedan. All of them are fighting beyond what they could bear. All of them need a formidable presence here.

“Send in the NAAST missile boats to fire on the enemy position, while the Bes’uliik make to his position. Isthan, send him the message to hem the enemy down to my winds.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Skosk’s Reinforcements:
1 Bral http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31601-the-bral/
1 Squad Kay’calyr-Class Bes’uliik(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/78990-kaycalyr-class-besuliik/?hl=mandalmotors)
1 x 12 MandalArms T-55 Artillery Tank (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/126527-mandalarms-t-55-artillery-tank/)
1 x 16 MandalArms F-25 Autofighter (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/127083-mandalarms-f-25-autofighter/)
1 x 8 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/127120-mandalarms-sovereign-class-heavy-tank/
1 x 12 XS-115 “Naast” Mandalorian Missile Boat (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/8351-xs-115-naast-mandalorian-missile-boat/)

[member="Alkor Centaris"] was being flooded by what looked like a squad worth killing. I signalled Garrok, Bespa, Hess, Yow’kk and Quyx, breaking their squads off from my main forces and into the waiting LAAT.

“Centaris, reinforcements to your position. Use them wisely.” The Mand’alor’s own personal forces, the Yalilyr, are mine. Trained by me over their entire lifespans, each Yalilyr is a killer worth bearing Death Watch’s signate, and worthy of bearing Clan Mantis’ symbol into battle. Hunters all, they will find weaknesses and quell them with the onward ringing silence of their guns, beskads and crush gaunts.

“Kay’calyr 1. Go in firing. Kettle the jetii forces into a kill zone and lay in suppressive fire, so the LAAT can do its’ work.” The lumbering bes’uliiks broke off, making for the Verd Clansman Yasha had the serendipity to trust.

Alkor’s Reinforcements
2 Squads Yalilyr http://starwarsrp.net/topic/117283-the-yalilyr/
3 Squads Mandalorian Assault Division V (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/126241-mandalorian-assault-division-v/)
1 Squad Kay’calyr-Class Bes’uliik (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/78990-kaycalyr-class-besuliik/?hl=mandalmotors)
1 Rodarch-Class LAAT (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11787-rodarch-class-laat/)

Flanking [member="Basaba Willamina"]’s position, I signal one squad of T-55 Artillery Tanks to fire on her Saotome Siege Platform. The platform is a glorified star cruiser, an abomination I can’t wait to take down.

I hold my troops back, my MBE focussed on the hymn of the battle: [member="Yasha Mantis"]’ labour screams. I can hear the Mand’alor choking on air, hiccupping like a dying Nexu that got struck in the throat. Where is Raxis? Taff? Thorn? Garon?

“Strafe fire on the axels with the Bes’uliik and tanks! Send half the Kandosii’s after the Saotome Tomie’s and the other half at their war droids. Scramble the Autofighters. Suppress their motion and do not let them past our line! Mand’alor the Infernal, Caranthyr and Adara need us! Oya!”

The rattle in Yasha’s chest is louder than my hatred for those who took my wife from me. Ka’lo is dead. Yasha and Adara are not. Cassiopeia and Kaden are not. Come on, Yasha. Come on. I hazard opening the MBE’s connection to Yasha’s comm, yet the last few breaths of the young woman give me enough pause to settle my own conscience.

‘Yash’ika. The Jetii are preventing us from reaching you, but Raxis is there, cyar’ad’ika. Hold on. Australis has half the Mando’ade out here to rescue you. You have never lost a battle, Yash’ika. Do not lose this one, or I will venture into the Manda, grab you by the scruff of your neck and drag you back to Manda’yaim.” I cut my part of the connection, hearing Yasha’s lungs break in a stutter of pain.

“FIRE!”

Ambrose Central
1 Bral http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31601-the-bral/
2 x 12 [Approved Kay’calyr-Class Bes’uliik - Approved Technology - Star Wars RP: Chaos](http://starwarsrp.net/topic/78990-kaycalyr-class-besuliik/?hl=mandalmotors)
3 Squads Yalilyr http://starwarsrp.net/topic/117283-the-yalilyr/
2 Squads Ori’ramikad Vth
1 x 12 [Approved MandalArms T-55 Artillery Tank - Approved Vehicles - Star Wars RP: Chaos](http://starwarsrp.net/topic/126527-mandalarms-t-55-artillery-tank/)
2 x 8 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/127120-mandalarms-sovereign-class-heavy-tank/
1 x 16 [Approved MandalArms F-25 Autofighter - Approved Starships - Star Wars RP: Chaos](http://starwarsrp.net/topic/127083-mandalarms-f-25-autofighter/)
1 x 12 [The Mandalorians BR-0592 Kandosii - Approved Starships - Star Wars RP: Chaos](http://starwarsrp.net/topic/530-br-0592-kandosii/)

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Eastern forest
Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Basaba Willamina"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Alyisa Mithel"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
Enemies: [member="Ambrose Mantis"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

"The enemy artillery took its sweet time to deploy" one of the snipers reported before bombs began to fall on the treetops.

"Time to get the artillery out of the forest! Also, anti-aircraft, stand ready to fire"

While the Cragmaloid snipers attempted to fire at the missile trucks, all they did manage to do was to destroy some wheels. As much as she couldn't fire artillery while in the forest, enemy bombs fired from other positions were mostly detonating against treetops. Yes, doing so managed to kill some men positioned among the trees, yes, some of the branches ended up clogging some missile tubes on missile trucks, and even some vehicles being destroyed, just that the mortars were getting out of the forest, along with the remaining missile trucks. But, if there is one thing Jessica learned from the Rift campaign, it was to not mass artillery too tightly: that was precisely what caused the defeat of the Primeval in the Irn theater. And yet the enemy aircraft was in for a most unpleasant surprise, once the Hwachas were out of the forest: Hwachas fired their concussion missiles at any enemy aircraft, with one concussion missile being fired at each of the enemy aircraft engaging the bombers, and the remaining concussion missiles fired at the missile boats. And also, in the opening round, the leading bombers took enough hits to suffer some heavy systems damage so, in a last-ditch move, they set themselves in a collision course towards the middle of Kaine's artillery formation, shunting all power to the bomblet generators. With a fully-charged bomblet generator, whatever the craft collided against, would be the epicenter of a large explosion, projecting high-speed, superheated plasma within 150m. What made things worse for Kaine was that there were three such explosions inbound, and also nine more full-power bomblets peppering his position from bombers at 200-300m AGL altitudes, with some of those blasts overlapping with Ambrose's artillery positions given the sheer size of the bomblet explosions.

"Draven, Basaba, Preliat, time to strike!" she signaled to the other friendly elements on the ground.

"Mortars clear of the forest"

"Mortars, concentrate on the artillery on the flanks, assaultmen, aim for the missile packs or the top armor, tanks, fire at the tracks or the top armor! All other units, fire for effect!"

With ion rounds fired at the enemy tanks/artillery on the flanks, having blast radiuses of 50 and 100m, depending on whether the mortar fired is infantry-based or vehicle-based, she still managed to get some counter-battery fire on the enemy; as ion charges were arcing towards the enemy artillery positions on their flanks, they detonated as airbursts about 10-20m above ground so as to maximize the spread of ions. Even when the Jedi are on the defensive, perhaps there could be some hope, especially after the missile troopers fired their proton torpedoes at missile packs, or top armor, depending on the target, to hold the line until reinforcements could arrive. And it was only now that the fighter squadron was engaging the enemy aircraft indiscriminately, with the enemy aircraft now sandwiched between ground-based anti-aircraft and fighters. And also, the tanks were firing their 90mm railguns at the tracks of enemy vehicles and their repulsor balls at the top armor or missile packs, in one organized salvo, hoping to cause some damage, or at least some mobility kills. Jessica was soon finding herself unable to use the Force anymore. Something's advancing, full of ysalamirs, but I'm not the kind of Jedi to lead an army from the front, unlike Draven, she thought, believing the ysalamirs to be at the back of the enemy artillery positions. In that this engagement was different from Kashyyyk, and not just because it's a much smaller engagement, too. And when the enemy Cragmaloids came near their backs, then snipers, machineguns and other infantry elements available to fire at the back fired at them, using rapid fire in the line infantry case, since it was open season on Cragmaloids at this stage.

"Tread lightly: there are ysalamirs down there, probably at the rear of their artillery positions" she warned all Jedi in the area over comms.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Fired at enemy aircraft using surviving Hwachas ([member="Ambrose Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"])
• Deployed fighters to counter both airborne threats
• Made another bombing run for Kaine's and Ambrose's artillery positions
• Fired mortars at enemy vehicles using ion rounds (Aedan, Ambrose)
• Fired tanks, missile troopers at the surviving vehicles
• Had snipers, machineguns, infantry open fire at the Cragmaloids

Spoiler: Forces

Infantry (180 pts):

• 56 infantry squads Silver Jedi Regulars (480 men total)
• 8 mortar squads (13 mortars total)
• 8 missile trooper squads (31 missile launchers total)
• 8 heavy machinegun squads (32 heavy machineguns total)
• 10 sniper squads (80 snipers total; loadout identical to the SJ Regulars except for the primary weapons replaced by sniper rifles)

Artillery (80 pts):

• 2 squadrons of Howlrunners (18 units total)
• 1 squadron of Hwacha MLRS (13 units total)
• 1 squadron of Tartarus mortar carriers (7 units total)

Aircraft (80 pts):

• 1 squadron of Chiloon-IIs (9 units total)
• 1 squadron of Talons (12 units total)

Reserves to be deployed later if necessary

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Main base
Allies: ME
Enemies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], pirates, SJO

"If it walks like a Jedi, talks like a Jedi..." Keira didn't finish her statement, drawing her pistol and firing two shots from the hip. By closing the distance he'd given her an opening, and it was much more difficult to dodge a bullet from such a close range, especially one coming from a railgun. Regardless of whether he moved or not she holstered the pistol, pressing the advantage and cutting towards him with her blade. At one point it had been her hobby to hunt down Force-sensitives, and she saw him as no different than those past targets. If anything, as a Jedi, he was worse.

"Don't speak our language like you understand it. It doesn't belong in your mouth."

 

[WelshGuy]

Location: Pirate base
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] and ME

Yuroic noticed last minute that the Mandalorian drew her pistol and fired at him. Reaching out with the Force, he pushed one shot out of the way as he attempted to block the second shot. The shot sliced at his side, causing Yuroic to wince in pain. It wasn't as dangerous of a wound as it could have been, however, Yuroic knew he had to be more careful in the future. Staring at Keira as he growled low, Yuroic held himself strong as he refused to be unnerved by this Mandalorian.

"I might not be a Mandalorian, but I grew up on Nar Shaddaa. Plenty of your people lived their as mercs. I can speak Mando'ade as well as you." Yuroic smirked, his linguist skills were diverse and he often spoke in native languages of other people. His blades blocked the beskad before striking at her legs and side.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

> Moving to rendezvous with reinforcements
>> Engaging [member="Draven Dursden"]

A blood curdling scream rose up above the sounds of battle, louder even than the ordinance that peppered the front. Amplifiers tuned to maximum, the Yal'yalir poured out of the LAAT gunship as it sprayed the fray with suppressing fire, chunks of earth spraying in every direction as the lasers ripped into it. Hunters born and bred, the elite troop contingent had only one goal- press forward, slaughter anything in their path, and protect Mand'alor. [member="Yasha Mantis"] was their sole aim in the midst of this chaos, their only reason for joining the battle at all.

Armed with MT-14 Heavy Repeating Blasters and a token MandalArms SR-100 Autocannon, they unleshed a torrent of projectile fury into the midst of the Jedi who stood between them and their Hell Wolf.

Alkor understood their devotion- it was their purpose, the reason they were trained a Hunters, and their Mand'alor was a unifier who deserved their admiration. He would not dare to impede their righteous crusade with his ideas on how they should proceed. Instead, he directed his focus toward the armor committed to his command.

"Kay'calyir," he switched over to the proper channel and his voice flooded their comms. "Direct your fire toward the fringes of the enemy lines. Cut off their escape route and let the rest of us get to work."

"Elek, Verd," came the curt response, "we have more Ori'ramikade inbound to your position. Use them wisely- more juicers, like the lot you dropped in with."

"Oh good," he replied candidly, "I could use some more drug addicts."

He couldn't tell if the sounds on the other end of the comm were laughter or cursing, but he had a guess. Still, as the Bes'uliike opened season on the Jedi flanks, the jungle was upheaved and trees incinerated. Alkor addressed the unit already surrounding him and prepared for orders. "We'll move in around the Yal'yalir," he spoke to them directly, not through comms, "punch through to Mand'alor and reinforce the extraction. I'll let the others know the plan- for now, get ready to run."

"Just what I wanted to do today," the same woman from before groaned. "More cardio."

"You could use it," one of the others offered with a snort, "You've put on some weight."

"Once we finish here, I'm killing you next, di'kut."

Alkor blinked once, slowly. "Alright, then..." he turned his attention back to [member="Skosk Fett"] and reached out via comm. "I have your relief, vod. Let's send a few Jedi to their shabla Force."

Summary of Actions:

-LAAT drops in Yal'yalir, offering suppressing fire to allow them some breathing room as they begin their attack.

-Yal'yalir open fire into the Jedi forces, most notably Draven's Dudes.

-Bes'ullike open fire toward the fringes of the Jedi line, seeking to pin them into a singular area and maximize the effectiness of firepower.

-Ori'ramikade already on the ground begin to prepare for clandestine movement toward Yasha's position in order to ensure her safe passage offworld.

-Ori'ramikade not already in position are en route.​

 

[Kanta Tukka]

Location: “Refugee” Stronghold, Barataria
Objective: Start a War. Hold the Prisoners.
Allies: [member="Joon"]
Enemies: SJO [member="Cassius Droma"] [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"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] 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 Centari [member="Keira Ticon"]

Rex

“Why’s he laughing?” Doug asked, from behind his cooling mini-gun.

“Nervous, I’d expect.” Dixon replied, a slight crack to his voice.

As Rex launched at their gunnery position, Doug and Dixon reloaded and fired hard at Rex, Cynthia and Acaleus. The sound of the repeating gun shattered for a deep and explosive ‘BOOM’, which shook the settlement’s walls and caused a line of chaff to fall from the ceiling.

Three battle droids rushed from the walls, firing at the Mandalorian Assault Division 9 Rex brought with them.

Cacophony broke through the compound, as firing started everywhere in tandem with emergency broadcasts for aide. The way was as clear as Rex would get, yet where precisely were the captive Mandalorian leaders?

In the distance, a shrill groaning scream punctuated the air from the wounded, yet powerful lungs of [member="Yasha Mantis"].

[member="Joon"]

“Yes, Ma’am.” George answered his boss, the strange woman with the fragmented voice, as the cacophony of [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Rex Taff"], [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cynthia Garon"] and [member="Acaleus Thorn"]’s attack hit the comms. “We are desperate! You said the Mandalorians didn’t have force users! Well they ruddy well do!! And that Mand’alor’s having her baby! You wanted a war, it’s here.”

George ordered more of his pirates to scream for aide. It helped that the Mandalorians were laying it on so thick, tempering force wasn’t something these guys understood. “We won’t be if you don’t give us a hand!”

[member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Varindar Asyt"]

“No, no! We’re… we need help, the Mandos are trying to kill our medical ward!” Betty and Lou met with Cassius and his crew, rifles in their hands cocked and ready to fire. Somehow the Jedi didn’t look like he was buying it. Maybe it was the rifles, maybe it was the look of the men and women who held the firing positions, whatever it was, Betty and Lou began to suspect the jig was up.

“Aw frick… you just had to leave the main settlement right? Dang it, Bippy-Coo, you were supposed to fire on the Jedi AFTER they helped us deliver the Mand’alor’s baby, kidnap it, then kill her and her goons!” Betty grimaced, seeing no recourse but to open fire directly on Cassius and his crew.

“He was pressing! I don’t like him!”

“Don’t shoot the Jedi! We need that baby alive!”

Just then, [member="Gray Raxis"] zoomed through the air like a human missile, his power shield making less work of the masonry than a child on an ice cream sundae.

“HOKEY MONKEY BOTTLES! SHOOT THAT GUY! THAT GUY THERE! HOKEY DINAH HE JUST FLEW INSIDE! George! George, mayday you have one angry…”

“BRING ME MY DAUGHTER!!!”

The pirates stilled for one second too many. “But… but Mantis’ father’s on the Jedi’s side… that’s not… oh no. George!!!” Betty started running back into the building, leaving the Jedi to their own confounded selves.

Without Betty, Lou wheeled around and started firing, all positions around the gate opening up simultaneously to quell the usurpers.

Gray

“BRING ME MY DAUGHTER!!!” The thunderous cry of a father for his child battered against the building like the ram-like speed with which he broke in. Already sent reeling by Rex Taff’s brigade, the entrance of Gray Raxis sent the interior of the settlement into an abject panic.

Cover fire was destroyed as he rampaged through, pirates scrambling to fire hard enough to break through his shield. Many pirates dropped their guns and fled to the command interior, holding out with George in command.

“Kark! Shut that man down! Shut him down!”

On the other side of the blast door, three droidekas spun out from the wall, rolling and clicking their limbs into place to immediately fire upon Gray. Behind the droidekas, a giant coconut stood with a wooden club, a fashionable conch shell hat perched on his head. This was all well and good, but further still, [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"], [member="Kaden Mantis"] and [member="Yasha Mantis"] were locked in a cell, the four pirates who had been firing at them whirling around.

“Kanta! Take their armour out of there! Find their comms!” The leader said, whirling around with three of them to fire hard at Gray, while the other continued to stare down Kaden Mantis, and at close range, fired repeatedly from his blaster rifle… he would have continued if not for [member="Acaleus Thorn"] ripping them all away from Yasha, Cassiopeia and Kaden at the door. One of the droidekas split off from the trio, rolling to Acaleus' position and firing...

... at the prisoners.

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: "Pirate stronghold"
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: Get all mando's back safely
Ally: [member="Cynthia"] Gardon , [member="Gray"] Raxis [member="Acaleus Thorn"] 10x members of the mandalorian-assault-division-ix
Enemies: [member="Kanta Tukka"], [member="Joon"], SJO.

Rex laughed as he ran towards the pirates within seconds they blew up. However he didn't expect the droids and he managed to instantly stun two which we mowed down the last one managed to hit one of his men. However due to their armour he was only wounded. Rex looked at him he couldn't be slowed down he could hear [member="Yasha Mantis"] screaming. She wouldn't have long. Rex then made a decision "Cynthia you and the men catch up when you can I am going to find Yasha." He would then split his mind one part focusing on moving his limbs and refreshing them with the force, the other searched.

He would then find [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]. He would then enter her mind CASSI it is me Rex, I am on my way to you here take some of my powers. They should help until I can get there should only be a matter of seconds. Rex would keep sprinting refreshing his force with the Dantir crystal while his body was replenished by the meditation crystal both within his sabres. They were currently in a non staff position the silver one in his left hand and the viridian one in his right hand. As he ran he activated them cutting down pirates as he went.

Rex would come in just as [member="Gray Raxis"] came through a wall. He would see the whole battle and he very quickly force cloaked himself. While the force was bending the light around him making him invisible he would move around them all. He would see [member="Acaleus Thorn"] kill off the leader. Good man. However droidekia's came around the corner and as one pointed it's guns at the prisoners it would suddenly stop as the top half would slide of it and Rex appeared before them. He would pull out a medi-pack "Cassi I need your help, we need to save both of them right now."

He would look [member="Kaden Mantis"] for two seconds before knowing what the man planned to do. "Your lucky I don't just end your life on the spot for that thought, you even step near her while me and Cassi are working expect to be lifted ten feet into the air without you being able to breathe." He would snarl. He would turn to Cassi "Okay since she is force dead, I can't use my powers however we can stabilise her long enough for someone more skilled to take over." He would then begin trying to stabilise Yasha so she would be able to survive her deliverance. "Come on Mand'alor I know you have been through harder battles than this come on stay with me." He then linked with Cassi telepathically again explaining what he wanted, often summoning up pictures to show her what to do.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Skies above Garos

OBJCTIVE: Destroy the Light​

ENEMIES: SJO & ME​

Joon heard the confirmation of command, and then that freed her up for getting to the planet and causing as much chaos and taking as many of the heroes as she could.

Firing a few stray shots towards any large craft she passed – Silver Jedi or Mandalorian – all the clone wanted to do was inflict damage. Pain. Worry. Doubt. Fear.

"I’m heading down to Barataria, follow when ready."

Pushing the nose of her snub fighter hard, Joon began a rapid descent towards the planet, pulling up the radar of the beacons left by the pirates. Tracking through the atmosphere, a few streaks of blue and green laser fire whipped by her cockpit. She opened up her comms to be heard by any in range. The icy world opened up, and her fingers wrapped around the dual yolks of the fighter, ready to unleash fire.

"For the Empire!"

Joon pulled the trigger, aiming at nothing, but started to shoot down towards where the activity was located. Silver Jedi? Mando? Pirate? She didn’t care.

She only wanted to see hurt.

[member="Kanta Tukka"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Captain George's armor groaned underneath the massive weight of the tree trunk which was cradled on his shoulder. Him and ten other of Draven's dudes were huddled underneath it, holding up the massive weight which the Jedi stood atop, facing down the sigh opponent. Meanwhile, the comma where alive with shouting and screaming as they came under fire.

George roared into the comms, "Form up on Felix! Secure the clearing!" And the Dudes like a dog being called at by its master, snapped to attention. Where they had been chargin blindly into the brush, they now wheeled around and began to lock shoulders to form a ring around the clearing. Felix's younger, more fresh voice now crackled dominantly over the communication.

"Lock shoulders Dudes! Die at your post and by the force, DO NOT LET THEM THROUGH!" The massive mechs fell into formation, luckily none had fallen due to the amount of cover and trees which surrounded them. The sixth was lucky the thirty other of Draven's Dudes were otherwise occupied, or else they'd have turned and fired on him from all directions.

The shock troopers dug in every couplway of feet, each grabbing hold of their battle buddy. One would go to their knee, machine gun at the ready, and the other would rest his chain gun on the former's shoulder, spraying a massive amount of suppressive fire towards the enemy. Felix had slimmed his suit down, as much as he could. He would stick out due to lacking the thick leather packs which adorned all the others, and his quick movements back and forth as he secured the ring.

Summary:

The Dudes form a ring around the clearing and engage the enemies which swarm towards them through the forest.

Draven stands atop a tree trunk which was caught by ten of his most trusted Dudes, saber drawn and preparing to duel with Rheagar.

Captain George and the remaining dudes in the clearing wait to release the tree trunk, so they can join the others in the fight.

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Location: surface
Allies: ME
Enemies: SJO, [member="Draven Dursden"]

He straightened upon the tree trunk as the 'Dudes' caught it. The weight surely pressed into them, and would have crushed a normal troop, yet this one stood defiantly obeying their orders. The rest circled out in preparation of battle. A shorter man in armor landed on the other end of the trunk, the commander apparent.

Crimson and azure tinted eyes flickered from the soldiers to the man standing opposite of him. Slowly he raised the lightsaber in his left up in a short salute, the cane in his right twirling between deft fingers.

"Admirable presence on the field of battle. One might say formidable. I would find you an interesting being worth investigating, if your people hadn't attacked my own and taken prisoner our pregnant Mand'alor. For that, the only favor you shall receive is a clean death befitting a warrior."

With that said Rhaegar engaged. Moving down the trunk his body sideways, he feinted slightly at the man's midsection with a light lunge, yet mid strike the blade flicked up, seeking to slice through his opponent's chin and into his brain.