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Sept 2, 2012 18:41:19 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Sept 2, 2012 18:41:19 GMT -5
Blackness.
That was her everything. Last thing she saw, was the armor clad form of Tihaar. Last thing she smelled, was the putrid scent of gamorrean carnage. Last thing she heard were the thundering boot steps of her Mandalore.
In her darkness, ghosts and memories played through her subconscious. Memories of her days as a wyrwulf, memories of her father's expression the day she left her cocoon. Memories of when Mandalore requested that she be apart of his personal squad... memories of her friends, Jahaari, Tihaar, Arkandos, Krae... all people she had learned to depend on.
In the distance, she felt she could almost hear two of those voices. Tihaar. Malak. Their words didn't compute. Nothing more than muffled emotions. She let the blackness wash into her further. It was comforting, relaxing. Cyar felt she could just lay back... and sleep a bit longer...
Rise and shine, sleepy head.
Cyar'ika heard the voice. Clearly. With a start Cyar sat up and began to growl at the source but instead gasped as stars filled her vision. Now that the adrenaline from combat had worn off, she felt every injury in her body. Breathing was difficult, and her lower right arm was stiff and throbbed in pain. As did every breath she took. Multiple bruises had already begun to show on her exposed neck and face. Cyar could only imagine her body looked the same.
After the initial shock of the stim, Cyar turned her eyes to Tihaar. She shook her head as they welled up with tears from the pain. Do NOT cry. You are a Mandalorian, not some kicked puppy! She thought. Cyar looked down quickly and held a hand up to Tihaar.
"Help a sister up, ad'ika?"
Once on her feet, Cyar rummaged through her things with her good arms, and brought out several more stims. She used the port in one of the arms to deliver them, one pain killer, one stimulant, and another pain killer just to be sure. Cyar felt her eyes dilate slightly as the narcotics flowed into her. She went to work the best she could to fix herself up. She tore off the uniform shirt from a dead Republic dog, and used it to make a sling for her bad arm. Luckily, she still had three good ones, better than any two armed person. She turned her still red rimmed eyes to Tihaar and offered a small smile.
"Vor entye, ad'ika..."
She thanks her sister in combat. Cyar stepped closer to the taller woman and accepted her helm back, noting the large scuff that marred the otherwise perfect paint job. And the dent that accompanied it. Once again, her helm had saved her life. Guess that's why we wear them. She thought to herself with a chuckle.
Cyar'ika looked around the now emptied room, no one else there but her, Tihaar, and a lot of dead 'pubs. But no other Mando'a. She turned her gaze back to the armored form of Tihaar and tilted her head in worry.
"Where is everyone? What's going on? Where's Uncle Mala-... I mean Mandalore?"
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Post by sparrow on Sept 12, 2012 2:34:07 GMT -5
The Taipan was one of the first to exit hyperspace. The sleek ship, shaped like a serpent's head, did not join the battle in space, however, instead moving closer to the planet. The bow of the Taipan dipped downwards as the ship entered the atmosphere of Ordo, descending quickly. Passing through the clouds, the six massive repulsorlift generators began to kick in one by one as the ship leveled out.
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A hatch on the roof of the command tower swung open. Crawling out of the opening, Zarene Yin unslung the long-barreled rifle from her back. She lay down, removed her helmet, and brought the scope to her eye. It was a perfect position to fire on the republic troops below that were holding the militia at bay. If she could soften them up a bit, Mandalore's troops would be able to clear out the rest, stop the militia from being sandwiched between two Republic forces and form and more united defense...
Inhale, exhale. Relax. Stop. Her finger squeezed down on the trigger.
Her earpiece suddenly came to life as Haviar's voice was transmitted through. "Haviar reporting in. My ships are in position to assist. Where do you want us?"
"Give me a few seconds..." Zarene murmured. "Just got this one lined up...."
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The comm was silent for a few second, suddenly followed by a bang, which causes Nerion to jump slightly in his chair. "Okay, carry on," Zarene voice came through again. "Who did the Sanctum send with you?"
"Vesperia commands the fleet. I have Allvitende, Honog, and Chaldus on board," Haviar answered.
If Zarene had any particular opinions on any of those named, she did not seem to indicate it. "Anyways, there's an airspeeder base about... wait, I see an officer." Silence.
Bang. "Back."
"If I may interject," Nerion suddenly spoke up. "Our ships fight the Republic fleet in space. If we deploy all our ground forces here... Is it just me or are we fighting Mandalore's battles for him?"
There was a long pause. "An interesting point. I need to speak with Allvitende on this. In the meantime, I'm sending you a few coordinates..."
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Post by Apillis on Sept 19, 2012 11:29:05 GMT -5
Six was never one to sit around waiting to see how others react to her actions, she had always been the sort to force others to keep in motion, so they are in a constant of reacting to her and she need not concern herself with what they are doing in response. Keep the opponent having to react to oneself, and thus one can keep their opponent constantly having to compensate for the next course of action. It was that frame of mind that lead Six to start sprinting for the nearest on-board armory. She had no idea what was going on, on the bridge at this point. As far as she knew the Republic sleeper agent was already on her heels, or at least--soon to be. Thereby Six did not want to waste any time, for she not only wanted to keep having the sleeper agent react to her, but also whatever security forces and soldiery that have likely been alerted to her being a spy and assassin. There was no great surprise in her prosthetic left eye that when she neared the fore side armory of the vessel, there were already several soldiers gathering arming themselves. Whether it was because of the battles breaking out on Ordo with the Mandalorians, or because of herself she was not certain. But she chose to play it cool, she holstered her heavy blaster, and the tucked the blaster to took from the pilot in her pants behind her back as she approached. All she did was mimic the soldiers, mimicked their attitude and their haste. Maintenance checking and loading firearms right along with them as if it were her task just as it was their own. Not saying a word, just performing the duty just as they did, and she was not questioned. And why would they question her? As far they would know, she was just another schmuck soldier dealt the same duty as them. Though, one did notice she is ranked as a lieutenant, "Helpin' out, L.T.?", he inquired casually. She merely gave a faint smile in response--as if it were a yes, and that was the end of it. A smart soldier knows not to push an officer with questions when they are willingly helping out with their tasks. Albeit, she was not truly helping out. She gave a quick maintenance to a couple firearms with the men. But she slyly segwayed over to the grenades and mines are kept. She acted as though she were taking a quick inventory of them, but really, she slipped a remote mine amongst a box of plasma grenades, and connected one plasma grenade to the remote mine, so when she triggers the remote mine's detonator, it sets off the plasma grenade causing a severe incendiary explosion of plasma fire. Without saying a word she nonchalantly headed over to the maintenance shaft connected to the armory. The soldiers at this point looked perplexed, because this was a bit more out of the ordinary. When she popped open the maintenance shaft, she slipped right into it. The second she did, she begun sprinting as fast she could. When she disappeared down the maintenance shaft, after having been present within the armory for all of about maybe three or four minutes. The soldier that addressed her earlier hesitantly walked over to the maintenance shaft grate in the wall, poking his head in as he inquired, "L.T....?", but in the next instant, he and his comrades in the armory were engulfed completely within a plasma fire explosion--burning into ash in a flash of blinding yellow light. Meanwhile, Six was sprinting as fast as she could down the maintenance shaft in an attempt to follow its pathways to the engineering section of the massive dreadnought. ******* "The second our dropships land, I want mortar fire and concussion missiles being dropped out of the sky right on top the Republics head. Understood, Captain?", Hervor told the captain leading the artillery units. "Yes, my Lord." The century old Sith Lord at this point had moved to the hangar of Vesperia's vessel where the soldiery were prepping and boarding their designated dropships, and Hervor elicited to oversee it while delegating orders to the officers under her command. Her holo-comlink she held in the palm of her hand to communicate with individual high-ranking personnel. After her briefly speaking with the artillery officer, she contacted the colonel under her command with her holo-comlink--his little faded blue holographic-projection appearing upon the comlink in the palm of her hand, "Colonel. Make certain the soldiers know not to take any prisoners below the rank of captain. Any Republic 'prisoners' below the rank of captain are to be executed. Those surviving officers--SAI can deal with at the battles end. Understood?""Y-Yes, my Lord", the colonel replied a bit uneasy, "If I may, my Lord, can I ask you a question?" "I don't know, Colonel, can you?""Errr--yes, my Lord", the colonel responded uncertain how to react to the small retort thrown his way by a Sith Lord, "Uh... I mean no disrespect when I ask... Are you sure we are not being too hasty with our assault happening now...?" "Yes.", Hervor simply replied and cut off communication with the colonel via her little holo-comlink, and then boarded her designated dropship. The moment she did the dropships begun to poor out of the Vengeance-class Sith vessel, and hurling for planet Ordo like a sea of meteors to rain down upon the planet's surface. There destination was not far from their target, the Republic base within the jungles of Ordo's equator. Whether Mandalore's assault upon the Republic was succeeding or failing as he struck at them from in another part of the hemisphere, Hervor was largely unconcerned. As she saw the situation, whether they strike now or even several months from now, Mandalore cannot succeed alone, otherwise he would not have conceded to Sith involvement. Therefore, in Hervor's mind, striking now while the Republic's proverbial pants are down by the Mandalorians assaults is the best time to strike. Quash the Republics hope of reorganizing by continued unrelenting assault, forcing them to only pray reinforcements arrive in time to save them. But, when it all boils down to it--perhaps Hervor is just eager to inflict pain and fear upon the Republic as she understood the two concepts. Coupling the two concepts together to watch their faith in their allies drain away from their faces... witness the death of hope within them...
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Sept 21, 2012 21:28:49 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Sept 21, 2012 21:28:49 GMT -5
Honog watched as the drop ship loaded with beings and weapons. Battle fear was in the air he could smell it and it was bitter to him. He had chosen to take a podcluter to land behind the first bunkered lines and make a foothold. His plan was a simple one attaching liquid fire containers to the podcluster and drop them as they make atmo and burn a LZ to ash. Him and his krath war droids await the fires with in their safe shelters. Then emerge when all is ash and secure the foothold.
The drop podcluster is launched as the ships emerge from their jump. Hurdling through the atmo Honog felt the rushing life below and the life that was dying from the all consuming fire of the Hell fire containers. As the pods neared the safe zone of the atmo they broke apart. The droids to ring around Honog and for greatest effectinve use of the ashened land.
The pods shuddered and moaned as the air breaker flaps opened as they tried to slow their accent to the nearing groud. Then the repulsers and thrusters kicked on to slow even further. Still with all this to slow they still hit hard and dug into the ashen jungle. The pod's sensors took readings of temp and scans of life to confirm to safely open. The tops flowered and spun open to reveal the droids and Honog.
Sniffing the air all he could smell was ash. Still he closed his eyes and stretched out int he force as limited as his sense were. The life forms of beings were nearing on the left side of the LZ. From his holo-chart he was just behind one bunkered republic force. One droid set up a ray shield and an over laping particle shield using what energy was left from the pod's cores. Another set up a short range transmitter with line-of-sight. This foothold was a ready as any could make it. Now it was his turn to hunt. He headed for the base in hopes of having more to do.
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Sept 26, 2012 12:43:21 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Sept 26, 2012 12:43:21 GMT -5
As soon as the dropships touched down, the metal abomination known as Chaldus stomped out. The former Togorian surveyed his surrounding, recalling the intelligence he had been given. The Republic base was not to far off and the Sith Lord looked forward to cutting loose after his rebirth. The walking suit of hollow armor, built from the blackest of Sith alchemy, felt more natural to him now then it had several months ago. Up until now, he had kept his powers wrapped tightly around him, because his very presence if unrestrained tended to harm the weaker of men. Soon he knew he could unleash himself and taste combat once again.
While he was under the "command" of Allvitende, the Sith Lady had a direct communication to him, so he was free to do as he pleased while still being able to receive orders. And as a Sith Lord, he knew that the soldiers would do as he commanded as well, which gave him pleasant memories of the days before he was a spirit bound to a suit of reinforced armor. He gripped the shaft of the large spike headed mace that had been on his back and drew it to bare and while he would prefer to start with the lightclub that dangled at his belt, he had made a personal promise to him that his first blood would be obscene and unpleasant to behold. He eyed the direction that intel had pinpointed to the Republic base they were assaulting, the first step in this battle that the Sith Overlord had assigned as his "test". "You", the former Togorian pointed his mace at the nearest high ranking soldier, who immediately saluted. "Gather your best, you will be following me into battle." The Major replied with a "Yes, sir!" and went off to do as such. Chaldus looked into the sky of Ordo, knowing that soon it would be raining death and destruction with missiles and he personally wouldn't have it any other way. The black wings of the dark side wrapped tightly around him threatened to unfurl, but Chaldus kept them as was, not wanting to spoil the sensation of unleashing his new powers on the unfortunate cannon fodder the Republic would toss his way.
It didn't take long for the Major to return with at least a dozen men. The eery glowing red eyes of Chaldus overlooked them all and he couldn't help but notice the rise of just the tiniest amount of fear. It was to be expected and he would belittle them, because he knew they feared more than the Sith Lord himself. Lives were to be lost, but Chaldus would make sure the Republic would be receiving the larger mountain of corpses in this conflict. His twisted sense of honor would refuse anything less.
"Your name, Major?" he asked with disinterest as he once again looked toward the direction of the Republic base. All around them the other men were preparing with the other Sith.
"Tossun, Lord".
"Very well. You will be following me into battle under my command. I expect no less than perfection and it is your duty to provide me with such. Anything less is unadvised, do I make myself clear?" he growled the last part, just to prove that he would not settle for failure. Major Tossun replied like any soldier under the command of a superior would and saluted with a quick nod. Dismissing the Major for now, he looked around for his own superior.
When he spotted the Sith Lady, he sent a quick telepathic message. While in life, his telepathic powers were far more impressive, he found he could only send tiny bursts of communication from person to person. No doubt a flaw made on purpose by Iniquitous to insure he could keep his pet tight on the leash. All he sent in this instance to Allvitende was an affirmative of readiness and awaiting orders, hopefully action would be taking place soon.
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So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Sept 29, 2012 11:21:24 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 29, 2012 11:21:24 GMT -5
(I'll post what I can for now. Having trouble writing in general at the moment. I'll post up the assassin fight here soon, but in the mean time feel free to post with this.)
The pain that had racked his chest a few minutes before had steadily dissipated into the oblivion of his suit's constant supply of pain killers and clean air. Mal still felt the need to cough, but it was far more manageable once a thousand daggers weren't piercing his chest cavity. After leaving the command building he took off in a dead sprint towards the sound of gunfire, battle and death.
Mal may not have been extremely fast when it came to swinging his fist or a weapon, but his long and powerful legs gave him the ability to run great distances quickly with incredible ease. He wasn't running terribly long before he came upon the birm and saw the emplacement that the guerillas had taken. The man turned his gaze upon the emplacement just to his right and couldn't help but notice the cannon within turning towards the guerilla group's turret.
He just couldn't have that.
A great plume of flame and smoke erupted from his boots that launched him into the air just enough to land on what looked to be a small porch. Mal landed with a thud that could have shaken the floor like an earthquake. The actual emplacement was protected by a simple plywood wall and door. It may has well have been paper. A pair of great fists smashed through the wall and latched onto the holes as they withdrew. The wall offered no resistance to Mal's extraordinary strength and snapped at his strength almost as soon as he grabbed onto it.
Three men turned with surprise written across their faces. Each of them scrambled for their rifles as if it would have mattered. One of Mal's great mailed hands snapped towards a soldier's head and closed around it until the fingers were practically touching. The plastoid helmet may has well have been paper as it cracked and snapped under his grasp, and part of the huge man wished that he could feel the republican blood ooze under his fingers.
The high pitched whine of a blaster's discharge and a little push against his chest was felt not long after. And another. And another. Still no effect. The other soldier began to fire as well, but his breast plate was far thicker than any living man could hope to carry and made of beskar. They would run out of ammo before they pierced it. "My turn," Mal quipped before he brought a pair of closed fists down on the soldier's skull, pulverizing armor, skull, and grey matter.
That was when he felt another pressure, though this wasn't one against a breast plate. It was against his skin. Mal turned his head to see a combat knife lodged into his leg. His armor didn't protect him from everything, after all. What surprised him most was that he felt nothing as the crimson liquid ran down the clothing beneath his armor. Not pain. Not the warmth of the blood. Not even the pinch of the knife. Just pressure.
Malak roared as the man withdrew his knife and prepared to stab at him again, this time in a much more vital position than the outside of his thigh. Another stroke of the knife had just begun to fall when the back of Malak's hand lashed out at the soldier's face. He could feel the man's skull crack through the plate above the back of his hand. It sent the soldier sprawling through the hole that Mal had created and easily off of the platform. Mal gazed at the wreck of the man from the top of the platform for a moment: he wasn't moving.
Good.
"Mando'ad, steel yourselves. Help is coming, but for now... battle. Glorious battle," he keyed into his comm unit before he casually jumped off of the platform and ran to Italia's position. "You may want to destroy that turret emplacement," he pointed towards the other one in view. The one that still had living men within it, "the other nearly killed you all. The rest of my team will be here shortly. We just had a few... hiccups."
Over the birm another force collected. One that could easily outmatch the mandalorians. It would arrive in a few heartbeats, and overwhelm the barely prepared force.
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The reinforcements the Republic had were... underwhelming though the Mandalorians were extremely fortunate to have the Empire on the engagement. Vesperia's gaze hardened as she observed the area of operations through a holographic display, noting the positions of her ships as well as the republic's and the barbarians. She issued her intent to the admirals before observing the proceedings.
The mass of steel behemoths owned by the Sith Empire lurched towards the Republic reinforcements. This would not end well for them. Bolts of multicolored light soon erupted between the two hordes of death machines followed quickly by bursts of light each time a shield was struck. None of the vessels had taken serious damage during the initial stages of the engagement, though something told Vesperia that her enemies would begin to explode very quickly.
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Oct 8, 2012 22:47:18 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Oct 8, 2012 22:47:18 GMT -5
Tihaar smiled as Cyar returned to her senses, and she gave the woman a hearty slap on her good shoulder in response to her thanks. Not being the nurturing type, Tihaar looted the republic corpses while Cyar saw to her wounds.
Nothing of value except a deck of cards. Oh well.
Noting that Cyar had stood, Tihaar handed her helm back.
"Where is everyone? What's going on? Where's Uncle Mala-... I mean Mandalore?"
Tihaar's tone belied her grin. "All off kicking ass without us. I suggest we fix that."
Tihaar then shouldered her rifle and charged out the door, eager to rejoin the fight and resume her place at Malak's side.
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Oct 9, 2012 18:06:02 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Oct 9, 2012 18:06:02 GMT -5
Cyar’ika nodded at Tihaar’s response. She didn’t let her sister in battle know that said hearty slap had still hit a bruised spot. The codru-ji didn’t want to image what her body must look like at that point, the gamorrean pig-soldier had done a number on the small woman. It wouldn’t stop her though, if there was one thing mandalorians never did, was give up. Cyar stepped around the carnage and picked up her pistols that were flung from her grasp earlier, and stowed each in their holsters. She couldn’t help but note how inconvenient having one of her arms out of commission. Her eyes looked over herself then at Tihaar for a moment.
“How do you people live with only two arms? Seriously.”
She quipped as Tihaar then shouldered her weapon and exited the command center. Cyar shook her head before she slid her helm back on, careful to bunch up her long hair so it wouldn’t be in the way before hand. The woman growled to herself as she caught a hint of how her hair smelled. Like dead gamorrean. Thank our ancestors Jahari isn’t here… she’d freak just at the sight of me.” Cyar’ika thought, the image of her Zabrak friend’s expression forced a small giggle out of her. She inhaled and looked around the command center just as Mandalore’s comm came in. Her mouth spread into a pleased grin. Battle? What more could a girl ask for?
The Mandalorian stepped out from the command center, but stopped nearly as soon as she stepped out. Something had caught her eye. Something fun. Cyar strode over to a few supply crates near the entrance and raised a boot to kick off the lid to a supply container. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she leaned down to stroke the item gently.
“Oh my, aren’t you just a pretty little thing...”
She said to herself as she began to gather a couple items from the crate and clipped them onto her belt. The woman then reached in and took out her newly found prize. Cyar’ika hefted the RPG launcher and cradled it in two arms while her free hand grabbed one more RPG to load it with. She began to jog towards where she heard Mandalore’s rampage. A cheer rose through her chest as she watched him launch from the emplacement after clearing it out. With her course now plotted she continued to jog towards them but stopped just as the Republic’s forces began to show over the brim of the battle field. A force to reckon with…
Also, a large mob of bodies just begging for Cyar to launch her newly attained RPG’s at.
Cyar’ika grinned and knelt down on one knee as she activated her comm. She finished loading an RPG into the launcher and shouldered it. As she took aim, she spoke.
“I’ll be there in a second Mandalore… got a treat for the ‘pubs first… This is for the clans!”
She cried out and pulled the trigger. The scream of the rocket firing off was music to the Mandalorian and she watched as it lanced forward and straight into the oncoming force. Not enough to put a dent into their numbers, but enough for her to feel satisfied at the limbs and bodies that got flung from the crowd. Cyar quickly loaded her second rocket and shouldered the launcher once more.
“For Mandalore!”
She cried once more, and let loose her second RPG. It shot out and flew over her fellow Mandalorians before it found purchase in the crowd once more, this time, the screams were audible as Republic soldiers were washed in their comrades own blood and organs. They were screams of terror, of fear. How was it that this was the most formidable military force in the galaxy? Cyar’ika loaded her last RPG and this time, searched her target out. A small troop transport could be scene slightly behind the front lines that charged towards her people. Nothing better than more wreckage…
“FOR GLORY!”
She cried out for the last time, her voice over the comm would sound beyond enthusiastic at the thought of battle. Cyar tossed aside the launcher and stood up to watch as the RPG slammed into the small transport and a plume of smoke and fire erupted upwards from it. Cyar’ika cheered and thrust one first into the air. It was then that she keyed her console to activate her jump pack, and screamed out into the air towards Mandalore and her people. She landed and couldn’t help but stumble a bit at the pain that rocked her body at the less than soft landing. Seems she was still quite physically shaken by the previous mauling, and despite pain killers and stims, still ached. She was going to be sore in the morning…
Cyar’ika stepped lightly over to Mandalore and looked up at him before she nodded, letting him know she was fine to fight. She knew he wouldn’t send her away, but also, she didn’t want his feelings for his surrogate niece to get in the way of his glory in battle. Cyar’ika saluted Italia and her other Mandalorians promptly and turned her helm towards the oncoming Republic army.
There would be blood indeed today…
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Oct 14, 2012 4:58:26 GMT -5
Post by sparrow on Oct 14, 2012 4:58:26 GMT -5
Earlier...
"For the last time, I mean no disrespect, but this ship isn't equipped with any missile systems!" the voice could be heard from the hallway outside.
They waited, but no one entered.
"It... doesn't look like she's coming," Nerion said.
There was an edge of irritation in the voice over the comm. "Fine. Have the ship stay at cloud level. This is what we're going to do..."
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A long explanation later, Zarene hung up on the comm. The wheels had been set in motion. She turned her attention back to her rifle and scope, resuming her scan of the battlefield. Maybe she'd be able to find another officer.
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"You want my soldiers to do what?" Colonel Moss glowered disapprovingly as he leaned across the table.
"To stay put," Nerion repeated. "We're dropping the Force users at the airspeeder base where they'll make sure the Republic won't be able to give their ground forces any air support. We'll send a small squad down as well to assist. But the rest of the ground forces stay put. Do you need that repeated again?"
Moss's eyebrows twitched as he grimaced. "My soldiers came here to fight," he growled.
Nerion's gave an exasperated sigh. "And they will. But not yet. The report from the ground indicates that the main Republic force is moving, but they have not committed against the Mandalorians yet. We're giving Mandalore the opportunity to fight the glorious bloody battle that he wants, and once the Republic forces are in position and have committed against him, we can strike, but not before. Those were my orders. And yours."
Moss still wore the angry expression on his face as he straightened, but he nodded slowly. "Fine. I'll have Tossun command the first group of ground troops."
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Post by Apillis on Oct 18, 2012 12:51:13 GMT -5
((I'll add Six's shiz when Dire writes up his assassin shiz.)) ******* The dropships fell from the sky like missiles to lay devastation upon the earth of the planet below. And in a way, those within the ships came to do exactly that. The moment they touched ground, the military contained within them came pouring out, and among them was Hervor, who wasted no time in taking up the lead over them. Hervor's time was consumed by delegating to the officers under her command the positioning of their own troop and vehicle commands. The formations she begun having them make was for a wide forward advance through the jungles of Ordo's equator with tanks and other varying armored vehicles at the front to plow down the vegetation between them and the Republic base that is their target. In fact, as the all the machines of war and the soldiers of her varying officers' commands moved into their formations as she dictated them to her officers, she sat atop a M8a1 MBT casually, one of her long legs resting on top one of the immense particle projector cannons as she idly gave out her orders via her little handle-held holo-communicator. As the numerous units in her command organized within the formations she delegated to them, she then contacted her communications officer, "Contact the Republic base. I wish to speak with the General in command there.""My Lord?", he replied puzzled. She pulled back the hood of her old, tattered Jedi Archivist cloak, and removed the mask covering her the lower half of her face setting it beside her on the massive turret of the M8a1 she sat upon. It was then she answered the communications officer, "We may as well ask for their surrender.""I--... I doubt they will--", the communications officer replied but was cut short. Hervor was quick to interject, "Of course they won't. But, that is not the point. Nor did I ask for your opinion. Just do as I ordered you to do. Recall that I never asked.""Y-Yes, my Lord. My apologies.", the communications officer was then quick with his men to begin establishing open channel with the Republic base. It was then the colonel in her command contacted her once again, "M-M-My Lord, I feel I must mention to you that I don't think my superiors wanted to begin the advance this soon--" "Colonel.", Hervor uttered with a monotone, holding a severity in its pitch, and while as cold as it seemed, one could tell behind a dark fire burned as her patience was drying, for her disposition is currently one yearning for war, "I don't care.", her tone became a little deeper and blunt--darker, "And right now you have to look inward and ask yourself a question that is quite important for you to determine an answer to, which is: Who do you fear more, your superiors... or me?"He could feel the dark crimsoned eye glare upon him even through the holo-projection he saw of her from his position the fair distance away from her was amongst his units. He gulped a bit of air as a bead of sweat formed at his brow begun to run down his visage, and he begun feel a warm dampness on his trousers, "I... I... apologize, my Lord. I... uh... The... um... issue shan't be brought up again." Hervor simply gave a nod, "See that it isn't, colonel."In the next instant the communications officer got back to her, "My Lord, an open channel has been established with the Republic base. The General is on the other end." "Excellent.", she replied with a grin, though it was in that moment she perceived the telepathic message of Chaldus touch her mind. While her talent with telepathy is sub-par, as she never possessed any real talent for it. She still had enough ability to respond with a simplistic line of communication or message of her own. And her response was very simple: Kill them all. She was ready to move, and even in the unlikelihood that the General did surrender, she did not care--their fate would be the same regardless. She then flipped her little hand-held holo-communicator back on connecting it to the open channel her communications officer and his team established. The holo-projection of her image appearing before the Republic high-command of the Republic Ordo base. Standing ahead of the officers was the old torguta Republic general in charge of the base. But his eyes widened a little in surprise in reaction to the holo-image of the Sith Lord before him, "I don't believe it...", he muttered in his disbelief, "Hervor..."Hervor was little taken aback, her brow furrowed. "...You look... darker... than what I remember, but... still... look as you've barely aged in all this time...", the old torguta general rambled on. With an arched brow, "Do I know you?", Hervor inquired. "I'm not surprised you don't remember me, Hervor", the old general answered, "We fought the Mandalorians together, I was in your battalion. I was just an eighteen year old boy, an assistant to Major Fhen, my name is Vuuk--""Vuuk Caa...", she replied het memory finally catching up a bit, "I remember... a little... the spotty young corporal trailing behind Major Fhen wherever he went... My last memories of Fhen was his being blown to pieces by a Basilisk droid's cannons... I still have the scar from a piece of his burning flesh striking my back. He was twenty meters from me when he exploded into fiery remains."Vuuk grunted, "You're colder than I remember...""A lot of time has passed--after all... my last memory of you is a young twi'lek lad--", Hervor remarked but interrupted. Vuuk interjected, "I'm torguta--"Yet Hervor then prevented from finishing what he was going to say any further by her own intrusion, "Whatever. The varied menagerie of tail-head species in the galaxy all look alike to me, General.", Vuuk's eyes narrowed with a slight sneer, while Hervor simply went on to say, "You know why I'm contacting you, don't you?""Yes, you want us to surrender.", he stated, "And you should know better of the Republic than to surrender so--""So easily...?", Hervor interjected, "Understand, old General. By deduction alone, I can presume you still have your rank and this position because the Republic is short on experienced officers, largely by the Sith Aristocrats split from the Republic thirty years ago. You are little more than a relic of military that has not seen real combat for decades until this year, and even then just smatterings. You still exist within the Republic military solely because of desperation, otherwise you would have been put to pasture at least a decade ago, but far more likely a solid twenty years. My memory of the Republic military is that of an entity that retreats into its shell like a dumb animal at the slightest notion of trouble, hoping to wait it all out. It isn't until you're lead by Jedi that you gain the slightest amount of gumption, and right your supply of Jedi is zero.""You've made your point, Hervor", the General snarled, "What do you want?""If you evacuate the planet before the Sith army arrives, you live.", Hervor stated plainly, before her dark monotone carrying all the weight of its severity as she went onto inform him, "But whoever remains dies. You have witnessed first-hand of what I will do. You have watched me burn communities alive for resisting my will. I only take high-ranking officers as prisoners, General. In the case of the Republic, no rank lower than captain--the rest die. Think about that in context, General. How many in your command hold the rank of captain or above? Now factor how many of them will survive the Sith's assault? And now factor how many will capitulate when the base has been lost? How many lives does that leave? Outside of them, the rest will be corpses.""You presume that you will sack this base before reinforcements arrive", the old torguta General remarked, "We both know war, Hervor. You don't have the army to take this base, and hope to withstand Republic reinforcements."Hervor merely gained a slight smile on her face, "When you are broken and on all fours like a dog at my feet... I will remind you of your words."The old torguta scoffed, "What was it that broke you...? Finally made you turn on everything you fought for. Now you're helping the Mandalorians. Was all that we suffered in fighting that damned war along side you for nothing?""Yes.", Hervor simply answered before cutting off communications with the old General, and the moment she did, the communications officer and his men destroyed the open channel they had created with the Republic base. "Lord Allivtende.", the communications officer addressed her over her holo-communicator. "What?", she nonchalantly responded. "Anything you wish for me to send to the units of your command, my Lord?", he inquired. Hervor stared at the base for a trice before answering, "Send the order, ready for the advance.""By your order, my Lord.", he was quick to reply before doing just as he was told. As the great mass of Sith ground forces now in their formations, prepped for readying to march, Hervor remained casually sitting atop the M8a1 mentioned earlier. Casually sitting upon it as she stared at the base in the distance, contemplating... how is she going to bring it down. ((Edit: Fixed typoes. Likely more, though.))
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Oct 19, 2012 21:09:09 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Oct 19, 2012 21:09:09 GMT -5
Honog called the lead droid over and gave him the burn notice. The rest of the droid turned away from the front lines and headed toward the Republic Ordo base burning every thing as they went. As for Honog he would break the lines. Walking back toward the frontlines he slipped into the shadows and moved with utter silience. Coming to the rear of the lines he stalked the captains in charge. Using just a simple metal knife he worked his way to a bunker. The guard was not anything special there was no fight just a umph and down he went. The bunker was to strong to collapse from the outside yet a few thermodets and a can of flier fuel and it would burn nicely. Still he stayed around to watch it burn as the soilders screamed one ran out only to be burned down by force lighting from Honog.
With the leaders of this section gone his job was easy letting soilder by soilder come to him gilling and gutting as they came. Word must have gotten back to the frontlines because a large-ish group came back to the burned out HQ. A smoke grenade and an enhanced speed the noghri made quick work of the lot of them. They fell with out a sound from Honog except from the hum of his saber tho they screamed hollered and cursed his name.
Getting a com signal he called to the gunners with direct hit quardanets of major break points of the front lines. Calling Hervor Honog readied for what ever words she would have for him when he told her of the breach in the lines.
Hervor....this is Honog I've set a foot hold clearing and started the droid burning a path toward the base once you get through the frontlines. There is also a gap in the lines I've directed guns near my position I'll widen the hole till you get here. Noghri out.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Dec 15, 2012 22:05:42 GMT -5
(Anyone who hasn't posted by now probably won't. I'm also going to attempt to expedite this poodoo because its been taking so long. I'm not going to wait this long before posting again. Been warned.)
Suddenly the behemoth of a man found himself surrounded by his ver'alor, his most trusted and capable lieutenants, once again. There were a few militia men, each one worth a hundred republic soldiers, but Mandalore knew that it wouldn't be enough without sith intervention. His heart surged with pride and a small smirk formed on his scarred lips as he looked between the haggard few. He might as well have been a king to these most capable of warriors, but their leader didn't look at himself as such.
Malak nodded back to Cyar, but not to acknowledge her status. He knew that she would fight to the end, even if all her arms and legs were broken and she were forced to bite the boots of the republic scum. That wasn't what Mandalore saw in his neice, however. He saw the adorable little puppy that would play with his daughter, and the beautiful little girl that emerged shortly thereafter. He regarded all of his followers the same way. Mandalore wasn't just a leader or a king. He was a brother, an uncle, and a confidant.
Mandalore wasn't an inspirational speaker nor was he a liar. He was a warrior. They knew what they were facing, and they knew that each and every one would likely be a rotting carcass by that time the next day. So all he did was glance between them all. "They will pay the for every inch," he began to work his way up the birm, but stopped and glanced backwards. "You didn't want to live forever, did you?"
And with that, he fell to the massive dirt birm with a soft thud and began to sight in on the approaching republican forces. Each press of the trigger caused another republic infantryman to detonate as a hypersonic slug of tungsten ripped its way through his or her body. Another press turned the driver of a vehicle into a red mist. The vehicle jerked to the side and screamed into another of the kind of jeep. Metal screeched and tore itself apart before both vehicles rolled to a stop.
After that the advancing forces slowed to a stop and returned fire, but thanks to the nature of his rifle they could hardly pin point his exact position. Thankfully. He didn't need to order his ver'alor around. They knew how to fight. It was the militamen he worried about, "militia, man one of the turrets. Find heavier repeating blasters while we hold them off. We're going to need bigger guns if we're gonna survive."
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Lady Vesperia didn't often peer out of the view port of her capitol ship with anything less than disdain and cold calculation. Her mind always surged forward in an attempt to stay three steps ahead of any enemy that may show up, or at the very least to muse on how her enemies were attempting to do the same to her.
But not in that moment.
In that moment, as the barbaric Lady of the Sithpeered out of the transparisteel window, she was in awe. Steel behemoths hung above the planet of Ordo in a tangled mess of multicolored light and blossoming orange detonations. The Crimson Tide shook ever so gently from time to time as the occasional ship would lob a few missiles or send a salvo of turbolasers its way, but her shields held up perfectly.
Thousands of men and women and trillions of credits founds themselves locked in a battle for a world that only a small fraction of that particular population particularly cared about. It was beautiful, and sad, in its own way. Mostly sad. The Republic most certainly had numbers, but most of those numbers were archaic and outdated ships. Her own ships and those of her allies were far better quality, thankfully, but quality didn't always matter. If given the choice, Vesperia would rather have ten unreliable, old, and outdated cruisers over one brand new and all powerful ship.
That was just her, though.
At any rate, the battle was progressing along nicely. Though it was difficult to tell through the tangled hairball of a capital ship brawl, the Sith were beginning to gain the upper hand.
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Post by Apillis on Jan 28, 2013 4:01:00 GMT -5
Hervor's command was already on their advance and ready for battle, and as she sat atop her M8a1 MBT casually, she smiled a bit. The thrill of warfare had settled into her heart, and she was ready to indulge in large scale battle once more. It was exhilarating.
The colonel once again popped up on her holo-communicator, "My Lord, sensors indicate the Republic is beginning to prepare their forces to attack."
"Good for them. We on the other hand are already prepared and on the move. But let's make this more of an exercise for them.", Hervor replied, then immediately switched her communications to the artillery officer of her command, "Fire on the base."
"Yes, my Lord.", he complied.
Shaking her head thinking about the Republic and its immense amount of resources via the hundreds of systems within its control and just how wide spread its military is, “Dollars and guns are no substitutes for brains and will power.”*, thinking on how all of those resources in the end are just squandered as they often labor to deal with Mandalorian primates. One had to figure the Mandalorians would rebel eventually, and yet... here they are lacking vigilance and being ambushed. However, to be fair, without the Sith in this moment--the Mandalorians would find themselves in a tight spot in dealing with the Republic reinforcements. She wondered if the Republic would succeed in dealing with the Mandalorians were the Sith not there to back them... Most likely, but losses would likely have been heavy regardless for the Republic, for one reason or another, without the Jedi to hold their hand the Republic's military often seems to suffer heavy losses. Or maybe that is just the perception, but then again such perceptions exist for a reason.
As artillery commenced fire upon the Republic base, and Hervor regained her smile from before. Whatever the Mandalorians are doing in their assaults on the other side of the planet, Hervor was not concerning herself with at the moment. She elicited to act upon how her side of the battlefield has played out.
Yet, it never ceased that once one headache was dealt with another would take its place, for the colonel once again popped up on her communicator, "My Lord--"
"What. Now. Colonel.", her tone weighty and clearly holding an immense amount of frustration.
He swallowed hard, "The noghri... he took command of a droid unit, and they've--"
Hervor pinched her nose as she closed her eyes, her irritation was all too obvious, "Let me guess", she interjected, "They've been decimated."
"Yes, my Lord."
"And the animal?", she questioned with a hopeful tone.
"Still alive."
Her dashed hopes were then reflected in her heavy sigh as she grumbled, "Why couldn't that thing have vanished with the rest of the pathetic degenerates of 'Dominion'...?", she then ordered the colonel, "Send this message to the animal, 'Keep your damned failings off of my battlefield. Or I will remove them.'"
"Err... Yes, my Lord.", the colonel complied the second Hervor cut communication between them.
"Wonderful start...", Hervor muttered with a dry tone dripping with sarcasm, "We fire the first volley on the Republic base... and then we lose an entire unit of droids because the animal charged in blindly. Super."
Hervor merely stared at the Republic base as the tanks moved in closer to it. The artillery struck the walls of the base, but they were sturdy, and it will take quite a few more volleys and guns to at last punch through them. And in a moment the base's own guns will have them sighted and begin raining their fire down upon them...
((*Italicized quote taken from Dwight Eisenhower.)) ((Shiz been edited.))
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Post by Foxfire on Mar 11, 2013 20:38:41 GMT -5
Cold darkness rose as the com clicked of in his clawed hand. The casing of the com snapped and bent as Honog's cold power grew.
Failings........ his failings.
The darkness within his being grew as well as the power. It grew to the point of exploding, but the darkness wanted more than simple destruction. It wanted blood and pain.
Turning from the front lines toward now besieged base Honog set out. With each step his focus sharpened as well as his cold nature. He slipped into that shadow within the force hiding his presence. The noghri specter hunter skills took over with in yards of his path toward the base. The silence of his presence combined with his noghri skill made him nearly unnoticed by all but what unfortunate soul that came close to his blood thirsty claws.
Finding one of the droid under his command he checked their logics and found that they were hunted and destroyed by both the republic and the mandos. Taking the hard drive as proof he moved on toward the base killing as he went. The pain and blood was still not enough any and all had to die.
His failings was not done by him and he was going to wipe out all that brought him to this point. If any Mando got in his way of wiping the republic.. may the force help them.
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