Topic: RPG: Age of Skywalker

*Better late then never I guess. Ralin encouraged me to join… I’m not yet up to date with this whole story so please be patient*

Name: Tealani Reneg
Age: 26
Species: Human (daughter to a Clone Trooper and a Republic Nurse)
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Weapons: Many but she mainly relies on her EE3 blaster and various throwing vibro-blades.
Armour: Adapted armour of the Mandalorians (think KOTOR era), painted a dull grey with highlights of orange around the face plate.
Appearance: Rarely takes off her armour in public. Without the armour she is an athletic female almost on the muscular side. Has a hard face and scar that runs from the right side of her nose to her ear – hence her reason for keeping the armour on.

She considers herself an honorary Mandalorian from the little time she spent with her father. His upbringing had links to the Mandalorian culture and Tealani held such beliefs in high esteem. Raised mainly by her mother, Tealani is unforgiving as her mother gave her rough love on how to survive in a galaxy of corruption.

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It was Tealani’s first visit to Keldabe and so far she liked what she saw. She had travelled in pursuit of a bounty. It was worth a lot of money but Tealani’s motives were not necessarily money orientated. With her felinx on her shoulder, Tealani moved with a purpose. It was time to find her merchandise, it wasn’t going to be hard with the trial of bodies left in their wake.

As Tealani walked forward she saw her quarry leaving a cantina alone. Tealani began to follow Ralin at a distance, for the time being she only wanted to talk to him.

Cabur was glad for the change of subject.  "I haven't been off the planet in a while, I wonder when we leave?" Kell asked.  She secretly admitted to herself that she would give anything to stay on the planet for a while longer.

"No idea," She replied, and then, as an after thought, "How long have you been here?"

Kell looked back at her, "I was born here, although I later became a bounty hunter until my ship crashed a while back.  I've been here for a bit, training and getting ready for another mission to come my way.  What about you?" he asked.

Cabur knew it was an innocent question, but it was still quiet personal for her.  "Well, Solus took it upon himself to raise me when I was young and train me in the Mandalorian ways.  I've been working as a bounty hunter for a while now, since I was 15 in fact, same time I left home..." Cabur trailed off.  It had been a while since she had talked about her past, and even the small details she had just given Kell weren't anywhere as large as the full story.  They continued to walk, looking at the scenery and occasionally glancing back at the other.

Cabur stopped. "I really don't want to talk about it here, do you have somewhere where we could talk more privately?" She was looking around as she said this, there were few pedestrians, but she didnt seem to want to take any chances. Kell nodded, and decided to remove his helmet again. "Sure, right around here." He led her to a building, and opened the door, stepping inside and turning on the lights. He was in a medium sized room not very decorated, but it served his needs. "Watch your ste-" he began then turned quickly and caught Cabur as she tripped. She stared  up at him for a moment, clearly surprised by his reaction. She blushed slightly as he helped her back up. "Thanks." she mumbled, turning away from him, to examine the wall.

((What?  I thought we were still on her side?))

As Ralin entered the hole that had been blasted into the side of the PK complex, he started his search for the base's communication center.

The gray armored Mando who Ralin had seen behind him in his 360 degree field of vision seemed to be following him at one point, but he wasn't sure.  Probably nothing...... he thought as he began searching rooms, many of which had been plundered by the Mando's who'd taken it.  The armory had been stripped bare, he was amused to see.

Finally discovering the comm room, he began trying to make sense of the PK equiptment and their comunications proticals.

This is going to take a while.......

*Ok, shall post my message as soon as Tho'un has made his move and is in command.  Post A_A........and V_M  :P *

(we are? you sure? I thought that when she abandoned us we kinda assumed she was up to no good. and once she whipped out a lightwhip (lol) she was a Sith)

(I dunno.  I guess I just assumed otherwise.  And there has to be a Jedi that's used a lightwhip.  Nice pun.  So what do yo want to do?  Go with your enemy or friend?))

(Well...I say that since she started the duel, she couldnt suppress her force precense AND fight so she had to let her guard down and we realized she had alot of...idk...sith anger flowing through her. Yes, no?)

((Ok.  I'll delete my last one and amend it.  I don't want yet another humiliation.))

Shiv had safely stowed the body away.  But more pressing matters were at hand.  Wails and sobs were heard down the hall.  Tanis and Shiv made their way down and saw Kirah bent over Kharn sobbing.  He was bleeding heavily.  The IG and Brie were going at it.  But just as Shiv was about to enter the fight and help Brie he felt a sudden burst of anger flow from her.  Puzzled he stepped back and looked to Tanis.  Something was not right.  There must have been more to Brie.

(ok ill delete and repost later too)

Tealani tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible as she followed Ralin. A few times she caught him looking her way and she quickly responded by doing something like look at a billboard or talk to the felinx on her shoulder.

Eventually Ralin made his way into the Communications room and Tealani idly walked by continuing her chatter to Mez her felinx. She made her way to a nearby room and immediately lifted Mez to the nearest air vent. On Mez’s collar there was small spying camera.

Activating the implants in Mez’s brain Tealani manipulated her to where she suspected Ralin would be. Sure enough the felinx found him and Tealani took a moment to study what he was doing.

Cabur turned away from Kell, hoping that he hadn't seen her blush or her look of extreme embarrassment.  She pretended to examine a spot on the wall while she composed herself.  "Do you live here?" she asked.  They stood in a rather plain room of a decent size.

"What?" he asked, some what distracted by what had just occurred. "Oh, yeah, I've lived here for a while now, it's not fancy or anything, but it has a roof and four walls.  Anyhow, what were you going to tell me?"

Cabur was about to answer him when a large explosion went off above their heads.  Dust and ruble fell on top of Kell, burying him as 5 heavily armored bounty hunters came from the ceiling above.  Cabur pulled out her pistols and attempted to shoot the hunters, but their armor was strong enough to let them get close enough to form a circle around her.  Three of them had vibroblades while the others carried strong blasters.  She managed to shoot one of the hunters with the vibroblade in the chest.  The man collapsed to the ground and did not move again.  The others did not seem to care, they just came even closer, blaster bolts flying in all directions...

Kell pulled himself out of the rubble formerly known as his roof. He pulled one of his pistols out and aimed it at one of the bounty hunters. He fired, the shot punching through the back of the hunter's helmet. Another spun, slashing at him with a vibroblade. Kell blocked it with his wristblade, shooting the hunter in the gut. Kell unslung his EE-3 and hit the next across the face, blasting him point-blank in the face. The other looked about to flee, but was put down with a few quick shots. Kell looked over, "Are you alright?"

Cabur nodded. "Yeah, are you?"

"I'm fine if you are. Any idea who that was?"

"No. I was thinking you might know."

Kell replaced his helmet. "Do you have a buy'ce? The extra protection helps."

"Yeah back at my ship, now that your house is so nicely decorated what should we do?"

"Probably go back and see the others. Tell them what happend. They might know who they were."

Cabur nodded. "Good idea. We should go before any of their buddies show up."

Kell nodded and took point, keeping his EE-3 unslung and ready.

Solus had to really think about what he was going to do in the next hour. "Kuat..." he said, drained of all emotion. "...we need to have a little...chat." Solus got out of the booth, not taking his gaze off Kuat.
Kuat reluctantly slid out, having a good idea what was about to happen. "What is it that you want from me, Mando?"
"That's what I'm about to find out." He replied coldly.
"...Solus..." Ma'ryk said calmly. "...Planning an escape?"
"No vod, just going to get some information."
"I can't let you leave."
"Who said I was? Follow me if you wish." He quickly dealt a punch to Kuat right square in the gut, then grabbed the collar of his tunic and dragged him twords the back of the cantina. Ma'ryk quickly scrambled after Solus into the back room.

It was fairly basic, a small square table with 3 chairs, 2 stand alone lamps, a window, and a small bar. Solus more or less threw Kuat down in one of the chairs without much thought, and tied him up with some fibercord. Ma'ryk closed the durasteel protection blinders on the window, then dragged one of the lamps over by the table beside Kuat and switched it on, shining directly down at him. Solus cocked his head to the side, clearly puzzled to what Ma'ryk was doing. He merely shrugged, and Solus shrugged back.
"Did I meantion how much I love interrogation?" Ma'ryk pulled a syringe from one of his belt pouches and handed it to Solus.
Solus only chuckled darkly. "Shall I go first?"
"As you wish." He grabbed one of the chairs to sit in and went outside the backroom door, closing it behind him.

"Kuat, you're going to tell me everything, even if I have to beat it out of you."
He merely smiled. "I doubt that highly, Mando."
*SWACK!* Solus backhanded Kuat with his armored glove, drawing blood.
He groaned from the pain, but then regained his composure.
"What? No little squals? I expected more from you than that." Solus stood over next to Kuat, twirling the syringe.
"This is pointless."
"Oh really, we'll see about that." He pulled the sleeve back on Kuat's arm, inserting the needle into one of the veins, then backed away. "Only a matter of time."

After 15 minutes, the stuff seemed to have worked, though it didn't really show.
"I need you to answer something for me. What do you know of the Sith?"

Ma'ryk slouched in the chair, clearly bored. He checked the Holonews broadcasts, but found no mention of Mandalorians in the KDY incident.
He almost took apart his blaster, but resisted. It had only been a small amount of time, but he just felt like doing something.
"Ey Vod, you might want to see this." Solus said over the comm.
"Yeah? What is?"
"I'm not sure, looks to be a tattoo of some kind, unusual looking for someone of his status. It runs up his left arm and shoulder, then down his back. Come take a look."
Ma'ryk went back into the room, instantly spotting it. "Wow."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That I be. I'll get Ralin on the comm."
"Nothing, all I got was static.They're jamming us."
"What? Our own vode?"
"It seems that way. Lemme see what else I can get out of him, find Ralin and Cabur a-sap."
"How am I supposed to trust you?"
Solus removed his helmet, gaze meeting the other Mando's T-visor. "You can trust me, vod." He put his right hand on Ma'ryk's shoulder.
He nodded back, and walked out the door.

Not 5 seconds went by, Ma'ryk re-entered the room, door wide open. "Solus..."
He turned to find and a group of SuperCommandos led by none other than...Fenn Shysa. "Osik..."

"You damn right Osik!" Fenn Shysa was here, and he meant buisness.
"You're comin' with me Solus, under arrest."

*V_M........post for Starjammer

A_A......kick Starjammer's butt*

Ma'ryk was stunned, but only for a second; he had been trained well.  Solus had helped them before, albeit with some reluctance, and he was an ally.  Now, Shysa, on the other hand, even as a leader of Mandalorians, was an unknown to Ma'ryk.  He had been away from Mandalore for so long, that he no longer fully recognized Shysa as his leader.  Therefore, he had no qualms about questioning him.

"Under what charges?" he demanded of the leader.

"Not for you to know.  Now, come along, Solus."

Ma'ryk tried to reach Ralin again with the comlink, but the signal, again, was jammed.  Fierfek.

((A_A read my PM.))

Tho'un paused. "There is something....." he said, pausing. He changed his direction, heading to a hangar. A group of Peacekeepers lay dead on the floor. Lightsaber wounds. The only other exit was a hallway. There was a presence,  He turned. "So I have found you."
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As Cabur and Kell made their way back they ran into some rather unexpected guests.  The Super Commandos came up to them, making them stop.  "You two are under arrest," said one of the males, who was obviously in charge of the group of six other Commandos.  "You are to hand over your weapons and come with us, if you resist, we will take defensive measures."

"What is this all about?" Kell asked defensively as both his and Cabur's weapons were forcefully taken from them.

"You'll find out soon enough," replied another.  The Super Commandos escorted the pair back to the Cantina where Solus and Ma'ryk were surrounded by more Commandos including one Fenn Shysa.  The lead Mando from their escorting party went to Shysa and told him something that Cabur could not make out.  Shysa promptly turned towards them.

"There was another one of you, your leader," he growled at them.  "Where is he now?!"

Aliyah was at a loss for what to do. She was sent to find the missing Jedi, her own kin in the force, for Princess Leia, but simply felt lost. She hadn't traveled much and Coruscant was proving too big for her inexperience. The orange district was particularly unfriendly to outsiders and Aliyah was now fully aware of her mistake in starting there.  She began to regret even leaving the asteroid where she spent much of her life.  Left with little options she decided to drop her force mask and use what had been given her. She closed her eyes and took a few calming deep breaths. 

The city world felt alive to her, the beings coming and going, their fears and joys. More anxiety than she would have liked to acknowledge. She walked to one of the older monolithic buildings, already seeing that inside there was a vast terriaum, where she would be less likely to become a target of passing individuals. There she found a secluded spot and marveled at the trees that she had never seen before. Aliyah let herself disappear into the force, hoping for guidance, looking for answers. She found them.

There was a sense that she could not explain, coming from off world. She focused on it, trying to guide the force for something more specific. Then there was a surge, and she felt the force like a beacon of light and she knew where it was coming from, a ship in orbit around Coruscant.  Aliyah opened her eyes and noted that it wasn't necessarily Tanis and his fellow Jedi. Skywalker was noting for using force adepts much like the late Emperor.  But the force guided her to this point and it would take her further.

Aliyah returned to The Spire and made for space, using the force to direct the direction that the force surge was emanating from. Soon she saw it, and felt apprehensive at approaching. So she sent a coded message back to the unknown regions, and Leia, letting her know that the Jedi had been taken aboard The Overlord's Shadow.

((Ok it’s a start... I'm trying to get into more action.. hoping this works... if not i'm more the open to suggestions. Thanks.))

((ooc: Well done so far everyone, hopefully now we can give the plot the full shape i had envisioned. I apologize for my random availability now, real life has become quite demanding lately. On with the story...))

The Overlord's Shadow
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Lumiya rose up again, grinning at her new adversary. She was somewhat glad for the first time in a few years that she was now more machine than human. She acknowledged that despite its limitation on her progress towards full Sith Mastery, at least she could stand toe to toe with one of history's most lethal model of assassin droid and be on even footing. She suddenly became aware of a couple of familiar presences in the Force. She shunted aside her initial reaction to warn the man and the Wookie, and cursed herself for abandoning Palpatine's Sith teachings. She embraced the anger she felt at herself and the droid dressed as an Inquisitor, and plunged fully at the task at hand.

Her cybernetics and force enhanced agility, combined with the deadly lightwhip made her a blur of motion in the eyes of those witnessing the battle at hand. She threw herself fully into her former role as Emperor's Hand, swift and deadly. At one point her veil was cut from her jaw by a strike from the IG, yet she ignored it, fighting furiously in her cybernetic glory. She was angry at herself for allowing the Jedi to influence the ruthless efficiency that might have finished this sooner. She was angry at the ancient IG-100 Magnaguard who challenged her and left her feeling weak and foolish. She was furious at Darth Krayt for presuming that he was worthy of leading the Sith to their destiny as rulers of the galaxy. She was angry at Kharn for failing to live up to the darkness she felt in him as she followed his trail to this point in time, only to be snuffed out by a mundane droid.

Her anger fueled the dark-side energy she wielded in a Force push that sent her opponent reeling back to the other end of the corridor. The inanimate Inquisitor was fast on his feet, flipping and turning his legs and torso in a strange, grotesque way only a droid of his caliber could manage. She was shocked and surprised to see him return to fighting form so quickly. She was growing tired and her abilities were being heavily taxed by this engagement.

I'm not sure how long I can last...
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I make haste to board the Overlord's Shadow and hurry towards the nearest turbolift, completely disregarding the fact that there is a minimal presence of Peacekeepers in the hangar. I enter the lift and activate its ascent to the topmost level. I am unsure at first where exactly to go. Scratch is at my side and he is obviously trying hard to contain his hunting lust. He is well trained and I can speak with him through our force bond and my beast mastery abilities, but there are limits to his self-control. I reach out in the force, seeking out familiar force signatures. I can sense the one called Kharn for only a moment. He is full of anger and engaged in some kind of fight... Had he escaped?... I can also sense an unfamiliar force user in the wake of Kharn's force presence, as well as an inanimate impression that can only be Inquisitor Xan...What's going on?...
Then, just like that, Kharn is gone. ... Dead, but...who?... I stop the lift at the level where the disturbance is strongest, making for the obvious flood of anger emanating from the stranger who seems...incomplete...diminished?, and two others. One isn't human. Scratch is at his breaking point, so I release him to track ahead.

He won't kill outright, not without my direct command.

I step onto the scene and am witness to a deadly fight between Inquisitor Xan and a strange cybernetic woman with a whip seemingly composed of both physical strands and tendrils of dark-side infused energy. I'd never seen such a weapon before, or a woman so blatently full of hatred to use it.

I walk down another corridor to think of a strategy to effectively enter the fight. A group of Peacekeepers lay dead on the floor by lightsaber wounds. The only other exit was the connecting hallway.

It made me remember when I was younger, and my father instructed me in training as a Jensaari Defender.

Father, if we as Jensaari employ Sith methods, are we considered evil as the Jedi view the Sith?

My son...some, especially the Saraai-kar, believe the Sith to be what makes us who we are. These teachings are flawed. When the Jedi came to show us how wrong we are, I had already begun to believe that what we were being taught was...incomplete. When we arrived here on Myrkr, I left your mother for a bit to find some of my own ways to improve our teachings, while avoiding the taint of the dark side. What I teach you now, is the Jensaari way. You must wield your knowledge to help defend the truth for the whole galaxy, not just our small, hidden community. When you can do that, then the Jensaari will truly be complete.

I-I don't understand, Father.

You will when the time is right, They'da...when the time is right...

My minor indulgence in a random memory was disrupted by a familiar helmeted tone.

"So I have found you."

"You are a traitor to the Empire. Your life is forfeit." The point was emphasized by the red blade which extended from Tho'un's lightsaber. Starjammer seemed confused for a moment. Dispite his confusion he drew his own lightsaber, holding it at the ready. Tho'un stood still for a moment, then slashed at Starjammer's head. Starjammer blocked the strike and attacked, but Tho'un easily blocked the strike. Starjammer struck again, and began forcing Tho'un down the hallway, towards a smaller hangar, used for shuttles and medium sized craft. A blow was directed at Tho'un's face. He raised his saber, sending the strike to the left, but the tip of the lightsaber grazed his helmet. Tho'un breathed in, the usually inaudible sound of his helmet's respirator now difficult and labored ( Think vader :P)

Tho'un decided it was time to stop simply trading blows. He slashed at Starjammer, creating an opening simple to exploit. Starjammer lunged, and Tho'un sidestepped. Tho'un hit Starjammer with a wave of force energy, launching him into the hangar. Tho'un stepped in, searching for Starjammer.

The craft inside was Starjammer's ship. There were multiple entrances to the hangar.  There was something behind him. He whirled around, brigning his saber up, and striking. Starjammer blocked the blade with the chain connecting his lightsabers. Tho'un's blade flickered and died. Starjammer pressed something on his lightsaber. The blade changed, turning red, and becoming larger, but Tho'un was not done yet. As the blade came at him, he lifted his hands, pushing Starjammer back and sending a wave of lightning at him. Starjammer cried out and was launched again, landing near his ship. Tho'un retrieved his saber and activated it, walking towards the fallen inquisitor. The inquistor rose quickly, pushing Tho'un away with the force. Tho'un landed and heard a whining sound. He stood as the Firespray lifted off, and flew into the void.

Mi'kal was creeping through the hallway when the sounds of lightsabers igniting perked his ears.  He followed the humand clash until he came upon two dueling each other.  And this was a no holds barred match.  Staying out of eyesight he followed them into a hanger.  Finally the confrontation ended and a ship shot out of the hanger.  The Mustarfarian made his way out and stopped when he saw Mi'kal standing in the entrance lightsaber in a reverse grip.  Without a word Mi'kal launched himself at the force-user in a flurry of attacks.  The Sith Master managed to block all of these taking no time at all to learn how to defend the unorthodox style Mi'kal used.

Mi'kal was not prepared as the Mustafarian came at him with a barrage of his own.  Finally with a flick of his wrist he disarmed Mi'kal and summoned Mi'kal's lighsaber.  Mi'kal was about to have his head sliced off.  His mind racing he came up with a last ditch attempt at survival. 

Mi'kal dropped to the ground on one knee head bowed.

"I sense you are a great and powerful Sith.  I am but a Sith apprentice and I wish to serve under you if it would so please you my master."

This was a gamble as he didn't even know if this man was a sith.

Tanis and Shiv watched as Lumiya's Force pressence exploded from her as she fought. There was no questioning she was a Sith now.

Tanis nodded to Shiv and they walked into the corridor. They both ignited their lightsabers, yet stood at bay. Shiv looked to Tanis confused.

"Let them finish themselves off. We can't take any chances where we are right now." Tanis whispered to him.

The fight was one of the most interesting Tanis had ever observed. Lumyia's attacks and parrys looked like a dance, while the robot's fighting looked inhuman. It was two completely different styles competing.

THE WAYWARD SOUL: EMERGENCY EXIT VECTOR FROM PURSUING PEACEKEEPER FLEET.

I am furious.

I should've seen it coming, but I was blinded by what...ambition? pride?

I had sensed the darkness in Tho'un when we'd first met, assuming that like me he had the ability to keep it in check. No...I was wrong. He was more than tainted by it, he embraced it. Skywalker was foolish to bring him into the ranks so eagerly. I was just as foolish not to at least inform Skywalker of my concerns.

So what now?... I wonder as I weave through the pursuit of Predators at full speed from the Peacekeeper fleet.

I'm sure Inquisitor Tho'un will make a larger grab for power...perhaps not only my position, but Overlord Skywalker's as well...

The shields take a few minor impacts, but Glitch's return fire warns off most of my pursuers. Scratch howls unhappily, no doubt in reaction to my foul mood.

Where to?... I think to myself. I know Skywalker had gone to a secret facility deeper within the Core, but going there would only be more trouble. I have to make sense of things. My only key now is to locate the Mandalorians and Kuat of Kuat. They won't be happy to see me at all...

"Where do we go, Master Starjammer?" Glitch asks.

"Set a course for Mandalore..."

Tho'un deactivated the lightsaber. "Rise...Apprentice"  The man rose, and received his lightsaber.  Tho'un stood, thinking, the only sounds his still activated lightsaber, and the sound of his helmets respirator. "What is thy bidding, my master?" his new apprentice said. "We will find him. We will do as the sith have always done. We will remain unknown, and we will endure."

Aliyah  was at a loss of what to do again. She was frustraited that this kept happening. This was way bigger than she had orginally thought. Rather than do something brash and foolish, she  waited in orbit around Courscant, just in sight of The Star Destroyer, watching for action and considering her options.

It hadn’t taken very long for Ralin to crack the access codes and get the system up and running.  However, it was taking forever to link up with the proper ship…

The holo image of a PK officer came into view.  ”This is Lt. Commander Farr of the Overlord’s Shadow; who am I speaking to??” he demanded. 

Finally…  “I am Ralin Drakus.  I believe you're looking for me.”

Ralin could see the officer hesitate before starting again.  “You are wanted for the crime of treason against the Imperial Order.  If you turn yourself in, we may be more inclined to be…..”

Rain knew the Imp was just buying time, and cut him off with a wave of his gloved hand.  “Save your techs the time of tracing me.  I am in your former base on the planet Mandalore.  I am only contacting you to make one thing clear.  The inhabitants of Mandalore in NO WAY assisted in the destruction of your base.  It is me and my party you want…find us if you can.”

”I….. Farr was cut off by a disturbance in the background, out of sight of the holo projectors.  A fiercely angery voice filled the com receptors from the starship’s bridge.

”HOW DID YOU LET STARJAMMER ESCAPE???” demanded the voice. 

”Inquisator…..he……he wasn’t identified as hostile until he was approaching our outer fighter patrols” answered an older, terrified voice.  ”The fighters were unable to penetrate his shield or outer def…”

As Farr stepped from the holo transmitter, his hand reached for the mute button, and the screen flickered for a moment, but his attention was outside the viewer’s range and he failed put Drakus on hold.

”EXCUSES! roared the unseen voice.  A sick, crunching sound could be heard, and then a heavy thud.  ”Prepare Task Force One to jump to lightspeed, we are following Starjammer…….NOW.  You are in command, ADMIRAL Farr.”   

”YES MY LORD!  One of the Mandalorians who worked for Starjammer, Drakus, is on the holocom sir.  He reports that he destroyed our base on the planet Mandalore, but that the locals did not assist.  What shall I tell him?”

There was a slight pause.  ”Was that not Starjammer’s course?”

”Yes My Lord!”

”Tell him to say goodbye to his friends then…..”

Ralin stepped back from the terminal, a sick feeling in his stomach like he’d not felt since he’d seen the last member of his clan cut down........... I have done this…….I have brought this upon my own people……

“Don’t move” came a female voice from behind.

Lost in his emotion for a moment, he had allowed the gray armored female he thought might have been following him before to sneak up on him.  Slowly turning, he held up his hands in submission.  “You heard what they said?”

Holding her blaster at the ready, the warrior moved into the communications room.  “Yes.  I’ll take you in and stop what’s coming.”

“Starjammer was one of their highest leaders.  If he is running now, it can only mean a new Sith has taken his place.  This new Sith will do all in his power to destroy Starjammer and anyone he thinks is in league with him.  And as the former Emperor showed, the Sith enjoy destroying worlds to prove to the galaxy how strong they are. Nothing will stop them…….”

“Nothing?”

“No……but that will not stop me from trying.  If you wish to join me, follow me.  If not, leave or use that blaster……”


*You can post if you like Mel, but I’m assuming you’ll come along.  Rev, you can post next if you like; have Fenn starting to get serious with his ‘questioning’ when I march is with an announcment like “We’re going to have company” or something*

Aliyah sat and stared out the viewscreen at the Overlord's Shadow realizing that her options did not look at all promicing. Then it came to her like a becon of light from the force. Crack their code and listen to whatever converstations they were conducting. She could potentially gain much valued information that she needed to further her mission, however vauge it may be.

Onasi spent a few long minutes at the communications computer, putting into practice things she had practiced her whole life in isolation on the asteriod. Perfecting skills that would come into service against the Empire was all consuming  there, as there was nothing else to fill the long hours, days and years in hiding. Soon she broke the code and could hear all the incoming and out going transmitions.

It was unexpected what she heard. Attack emminant. Fleet deployed. Mandalore.

Aliyah knew she had to do something, as it was obivous that the force was guiding her here. The fleet would be slow, with their much bigger ships. But Onasi was in a modified Nubian with a t-14 hyperdrive. She could make it to Mandalore a least a day before the planned attack if she pushed the ship to its limits.

So she punched in the coodinates and pulled the hyperspace throttle. She finally had her direction.

Kell was sitting at a table next to Cabur. Fenn Shysa turned, looking at them again. "Where is he?" Kell shrugged, he didn't feel any danger from them right now, he doubted that they would kill him or Cabur. Solus was in another booth, out of view. "Where is he?!" Fenn yelled, turning quickly and slamming his fists on the table. Just then the door bust open, a mandalorian had been shoved through, and he fell to the ground. Hard. Ralin came in as the others whirled, leveling their guns. "The empire is coming. And turning us in wont stop them from glassing Mandalore."

"I don't know, why don't you ask me again in five minutes." Solus replied smugly.
"Some people ain't never gonna change, and yer one of 'em...Now, I will ask again. Where is yer companion who caused this mess?" Fenn asked calmly.
Solus hesitated for a moment, switching his gaze out the viewing window. "I don't know."
"You don't know..." Fenn directed his attention to Kell and Cabur. "Where is he?"
All he could conjure was a lazy shrug from the both of them. "Where is he?!"
Just as he thought, the figure he spotted in the distance was indeed Ralin. The door slammed open from the force of a SuperCommando getting thrown into it, and landing hard on the floor. Ralin stepped over the groaning man, ignoring the fact that every weapon in the room was directed to him. "The empire is coming. And turning us in wont stop them from glassing Mandalore."
"You! How the...?" Fenn asked, slightly puzzled. "How do you know this?"

As the SuperCommando collected himself from the dirty cantina floor, Ralin and Tealani, as the gray armored Mando’s name turned out to be, slowly walked into the cantina, their hands risen slightly.

Fenn held out his hand to his team, who lowered their weapons.  Stepping up to Ralin, the Commando leader stared hard into Ralin’s dark T-Visor.  “Care to explain that??”

“It’s not us they’re coming for now.”

“And why not??  You JARE’ are the ones who started all this!”

“Starjammer, Skywalker’s high inquisitor, has fallen from favor.  “He’s coming here; and the Sith are following him.”  Starjammer’s name caught the attention of Ralin’s team. 

“How do you know this?” asked Fenn, his temper cooled by the scope of the situation.

“By chance.  Their bridge com was left on when I tried to contact them; the new Inquisitor is hunting Starjammer and seems to think we are giving him refuge.”

Fenn looked to the female at Ralin’s side.  She nodded at the truth of the statement.  “Then it’s simple; we will intercept him and turn HIM over to the Sith.”

“Not so simple.  This Sith will be looking to make a statement to the rest of the galaxy; a statement that he is in control.  What better statement then to crush even the slightest sign of rebellion.  They are coming……..and they will destroy Mandalore.”

Fenn eyed the dark Mando.  “What do you plan?  To run??”

“Not while I live.  You should send the children and most of the women and helpless on transport off-world.  Anyone else may choose, flee………or die fighting.”

Fenn thought for a moment.  Turning, he scanned his brother Commandos who’d sworn oaths to protect Mandalore all it’s children.  All stood strait, fists tight around their weapons.  “You’re right; if Mandalore falls, the Mandalorian’s must live on.”  Fenn turned to his lieutenant.  “Confiscate all worthy transports for the evacuation; all children and youths 15 and younger will leave.  All their mothers are to be advised to go with them.?

“Yes Commander!”

Turning to another of his troopers, Fenn ordered, "Summon all Mando'a who are not leaving to meet in the Hall of Warriors."

The trooper nodded and ran out.

Turning to Drakus’s team, Fenn noticed they were all standing, hands waiting to feel their weapons.  “What say you?”

“We are here to the end!” Cabur nearly shouted.

Ma’ryk’s  hands were balled into tight fists.  “My Clan is gone; I have nothing left but my home and what I carry.  They shall not take my home while I live….”

The others nodded in agreement.

Fenn returned the gesture.  “Give them back their weapons.”  The commandos quickly obeyed.  Fenn then turned back to Ralin.  “We have much to do…….come with me.”

Ma'ryk sighed in relief.  is gun was back, and the enemy was coming.  And he just could't wait to plaster the enemy.  And if he died in the process, well, he would be sure that he would die on his home soil. The new High Inquisitor didn't know what he was getting himself into, challenging the whole of Mandalore.  Ma'ryk would be glad to be a small part of teaching the Inquisitor the error of his ways.  Behind his cold T-Shaped visor, Ma'ryk grinned darkly.

The roar of departing transports could be heard through the ancient walls of the Warrior’s Hall.  The massive structure was held up by the rib bones of a great Mythosaur killed by one of the first Mandalores.  This hallowed hall had held the war counsels of every great Mandalorian era since it’s construction in the ancient times.  Standing behind Fenn on the high ivory thrown overlooking the thousands of Mando Warriors seated at the long outstretched tables below, Ralin felt a pride for his home-world as never before.  All was quite as Fenn raised his hand.

“We’re called here for the most dire of situations, my vode.  The Empire is comin’……… we believe to destroy us.”  Fenn stood firm, yet a slight touch of emotion could be heard in his unaltered voice, his helmet cradled in his hand.  “I, as leader of the Mandalorian Defense Command, have ordered the evacuation of the children and their mothers.  There aren’t many transports left.  Each of you now has a choice; will you run?  Or stand here with us and face this enemy?”

The hall remained silent.  Nearly all stood firm with the exception of a few in the back ranks who slipped out, trying not to attract attention.

“Mando'ade! Tsikador kote!” came a shout from one of the warriors through the silence.  Many turned, and some put their arm and responded “Ahhhh Ooooo!”

Ralin quickly unslung his sniper rifle and leapt to the highest point on the elevated thrown.  “I DIDN’ HEAR YOU!!!” he shouted out to the masses below.  “MANDO’ADE!!!  TSIKADOR KOTE!!!!!!!” Ralin yelled as he held his rife up over his head.

“AAHHHH OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” roared the assembly back, their unified sound sending a vibration down the spine of all, both literally and emotionally.  Watching the back, Ralin could see many of the Mando’s who’d walked out coming back it.

Slowly stepping back down, Ralin turned to Fenn.  “We’re ready.  Do we have a plan?” 

Fenn turned and grinned slightly.  “I’ll show you…”


*Ok, as I see it next posts should be V_M, then Si.  V_M, the commandos would be waiting for you.  Get intercepted by some SuperCommando StarVipers and get escorted to see Shaysa at a secret landing sight out in the jungle.  He and the rest of us will be along in my next post.  If you have a plan, PM it to me so I can post some of the dialog in case I don’t see you tomorrow *today, w/e*   Si, you can just land in Keldabe.  Claim to be a Mando and join the other Mandos as they pack up and march out into the jungle.

And yet, I totally stole the AHHH OOOO! From the movie 300.  If you think that’s madness……….keep your thoughts to yourself or don’t go near the Sarlacc pit   :P

Oh, and btw, this is my 750th post   :D*

(( I would claim to be a mando, but I feel that she wouldn't pass muster, her weapon mainly being a lightsaber and that she is young and inexperienced. She would probably come in expecting them to want her help as a jedi, and them saying.. we don't need the jedi, and her begging to help out. Just my thoughts...this is getting very exciting!!))

((This is madness!

Madness? THIS IS MANDALORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

THE WAYWARD SOUL: ENTERING REALSPACE OVER MANDALORE

I arrive as quickly as I can, entering realspace closer than expected. It is important that I move quickly. In my haste to flee I neglected to scan for possible tracers. I had managed to run a security sweep over my ships hull and throughout the ship, removing or disabling them, but by then I knew that Tho'un must have been informed of my most likely course plotting. Obviously he will be gathering a fleet to deal with the Mandalorians. That will mean trouble.

I am yanked out of my state of contemplation when a transmission comes through.

"You're a real brave barve entering Mandalorian space in a Firespray, arruetisse. You have several seconds before I decide to vape you..." the voice said as a wing of StarVipers flew in close enough to set off my proximity alarms. I can also see many vessels being escorted away from the planet and towards their hyperspace jumps.

They're evacuating...I'm too late... I sigh and begin to speak carefully. Mandalorians are not the kind to make demands to, especially not in my current position.

"Inform Ralin Drakus that They'da Starjammer requests asylum with the head of your Clans. Let him know that time is an issue here."

At that moment a massive disturbance in the force localizing in this system startles me. It is followed by several unidentified starfighters. The presense is most...familiar, made more so by a surprisingly familiar voice over the same channel.

"Will you please inform Fenn Shysa that Da'axh Starjammer, Saarai-kaar of the Jensaarai, and his escort also wishes to speak with him?"

"Maintain your current flight vectors, or you'll all be starfodder," said the now menacing voice. Any doubt was quickly obliterated by the arrival of several fighters of the defense forces, weapons locked and ready.

I patch into the leader of the newcommer's ships on a seperate channel. I recognize my father, resplendant in his Jensaarai armor. His helmet, modeled after the vicious Akk dog, stares fiercely at me.

"Saarai-kaar? What...?" I'm startled and confused.

"Not much time to explain, but we've suffered much loss at the hands of Sith agents...I knew you'd be here, I've foreseen it. It's good to know that you are safe, my son."

"I'm glad to see you as well, Father"

Name: Marcus Starwind
Occupation: Mando Merc
Ship: Pulse
Background: Your typical Mando. Raised and trained on Mandalore, watched his 3 brothers killed in combat, is the bitter type, currently works in Hutt space.

Going into hyperspace, the message of recalling all Mandos back to Mandalore replayed over and over in Marcus's head. Finally getting into some real action, he activated his secret booster jets, which were only used when needed. Or, as in when he felt they were needed.

Shiv began edging away from this fight.  Slowly Tanis followed.  They were about to find an escape pod when alarms calling all men to their positions to prepare for the hyperspace jump blasted. 

<I don't think we should risk it.  If it jumps anywhere near us we'll be torn to shreds.>

"Yes. We need to find a place to hide.  Follow me."

After much dodging and evading they were in one of the many hangers.  An old shuttle was siting there.  Perfect. They would hide there for now and wait out the jump...

Aliyah Onasi reentered realspace relatively close to Mandalore in her haste to arrive before the Imperium ships did. Someone else must have known something big was going to happen besides her because it was obvious to even her that the space traffic around the planet was not the usual. She didn't know where she needed to land to talk to someone that could make the best use of her knowledge and skills, so she just thought to land in the capital city Keldabe.

Aliyah touched down gingerly, not knowing what to expect from the Mandalorians. She had only heard stories and tales of their people out on the asteroid and had never made the accuaintance of one of the armored warriors. But they were enough to fill Aliyah with respect and awe. She lowered her boarding ramp and lightsaber in hand walked down into the landing dock. "So far so good" she thought to herself as she made her way to the street. The city was practically deserted, the signs of people leaving in a hurry all around. The she heard the voice through the helmet. "Freeze Sith"

And sure enough a team of Super Commandos had followed her down the street and now surrounded her, blasters raised in her immediate dierection.

"I'm not a sith." Aliyah replied as calmly as she could under the circumstances. "I am a jedi knight, come here to aid in the defense of Mandalore. The Imperium fleet stands to glass your world. I am here to help"

"The Jedi were vanquished over 20 years ago. How can you claim to be one of them? Only Sith now bother to carry those, arachic weapons, you call lightsabers."

"I will not fight you Mandalorian. I am Aliyah Onasi, trained by jedi Garen Mulin and Feris Olin. I have spoken with Leia Organa of the Rebel Alliance, and I am determined to fight the Imperium and restore justice and peace." And with that she placed her lightsaber on the ground and kicked it toward the most apparent leader of the group, the one that had so far done all the speaking.

There was silence for a moment. It appeared to her as if the Super Commandos were talking to each other inside their T shaped visor's helmets. The Commando picked up the saber hilt and attached it to his own belt.
"Fine we shall take you to Fenn. But I do not trust you." With that he approached Aliyah and bound her wrists with a pair elctro- binders, placed a blind fold over her eyes and the team began leading her toward the secrete comand bunker.

(( I hope I have not dissapointed you ALor))

*NOPE!  Looks GREAT vod!  Exactly what I needed.  I should promote you  :P*


As the Firespray patrol craft leans back for landing, it’s fierce backwash kicks up a strong wind across the isolated landing pad in the jungle.  Ralin’s kama’ pulls tight on his belt as it’s blown in the artificial windstorm.  Before the ship had even completely touched the ground, it’s loading ramp was down and Starjammer descended down it.  On the other side of the landing pad, the other starfighters were also landing, Fenn standing near the leader’s craft.

Starjammer stepped down onto the pad and eyed Ralin before walking over. 

Ralin’s arms were folded as he gazed at Starjammer.  “I Hear You’re A Hunted Man” Ralin nearly yelled over the roar of the StarViper escort as they peeled upward back to their patrol sectors. 

Starjammer’s face was concealed behind his warmask, but Ralin could read his surprise.  “How did you know?”

“You’re ‘replacement’s’ new admiral was careless and I overheard the aftermath of your demotion.  I also know he’s coming here, for you, and probably for us.”

Starjammer nodded.  “He is.”

“What I don’t know is what Task Force One is or it’s strength.  Care to enlighten me?”

“The Overlord’s Shadow and one Eclipse SSD’s, and fourteen old Impreial Star Destroyers for escort.”

Ralin’s arms fell uncrossed at that.  It was his turn to be surprised.  He’s expected a lot………but not that much.  “Why are you here?”

“To help if I can.  I don’t know what you think I am or what my former position was, but I assure you, I am NOT and NEVER WAS a Sith.  They are my sworn enemies.  If this is where we are to meet them in battle, so be it.  Our last partnership wasn’t the smoothest, and this one seems to have an even dimmer future, but if you will accept me, I shall fight and die here to protect this world from the darkness that is coming.”   

Yes…………….I think you would  “May the Force be with you in the battle to come, ner vod.”

“May it be with all of us.”

Ralin bowed his head in respect to the gesture.  “Join your father.  Fenn will detail our plan to you.”

Starjammer nodded back and rushed of to join the others.

Ralin started for his ship when his helmet com came to life.

*static*”Ralin, this is Solus down in the command center, you copy?”

“I’m here, what it is?”

*static*“We just got a transmission from Keldabe.  They just picked up a female Jedi who claims she’s here to help.  They have her on a gunship and they’re in your area now, but they want to know if they should really bring her in; they’re worried she’s a Sith agent trying to be taken to Fenn for an assassination or to find our security HQ.  What do I tell em’?*static*

Ralin considered it for a moment.  Another Jedi who wants to HELP??  What are the odds?  But maybe………..  “Bring her in.  We have enough friendly Jedi here that if she’s a Sith they’re be able to tell us.”

”Roger that, she’s inbound and will be there ASAP.  Solus out.”*static*   

Walking to one of the few empty landing slots left on the pad, Ralin again folded his arms and waited……….

Aliyah accepted the blindfold and the binders, hoping to bolster trust between her and the Mandalorians. She felt them load her on a transport of some sort. She felt no fear, although perhaps she should, due to the fearsome reputation Mandalorian Warriors. The ship went up into the air, paused, flew in a few ciricles, obviously trying to confuse their blinded passenger before flying toward the base. It was only a matter of moment before they set down again. The pulled Onasi off the ship and took off the blindflold. The was an imposing figure waiting for them on the landing pad, armor all black. The commando that held her lightsaber walked up to the black armored warrior and handed the hilt to him, before returning to the ship and taking off.

MANDALORE: CAPITOL OF KELDABE
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I walk over towards my father. I see that he is not only in his full Jensaarai armor, but also indeed wearing the trappings of the Saraai-kar. He is joined by fifteen other Jensaarai Defenders. Each of them are wearing armor that announces their service to the Jensaarai community. I see several types of designs, styled on animals that are not overly aggressive, but capable of adequately protecting themselves when threatened. I stand among them, taking in the details of their armor themes; an Iridonian reek, a Corellian sand panther, a rancor, a Kath hound, and some other more exotic creatures. They all wear cloaks over their full armor, but I could distinctly see a mix of male and females, as well as possible species distinctions. All are armed with various lightsaber designs.

"Saraai-kar," I begin as I walk towards my father, in his Akk-dog inspired armor.

"As I said, it is good to see you, my son. It pains me that it be under these circumstances." He gestures to the others, who have formed a circle around us. "These Jensaarai Defenders have agreed to travel here to here you speak, and decide whether to assist in helping to stop the Sith."

"Thank you," I say as I address the circle, "I know that I was not raised among the Jensaarai of the enclave, but..."

The one in the Iridonian Reek helmet, horns long and dangerously sharp, waves his hand dismissively, "No need, They'da Starjammer. Jensaarai do not have to be born in one place. Your father raised you as one of us,  so that is all that matters." The others nod in agreement, and as odd as it feels, I feel at home among them.

"Again, I thank you." I begin to address the gathering. "It has been my mission, in keeping my word in the bargain made with Skywalker, to serve at his side in the pursuit of peace. In doing so, I remained faithful to the Jensaarai, 'the hidden followers of truth' and have protected the enclave from threat of destruction. I have also watched Skywalker and gained his trust. He is a good man, plagued by the weight of a Galaxy at war. That burden has prompted choices that perhaps he should not have made. I do not condone these choices. However, I believe there is hope, that he can be guided away from the darkness to serve a greater destiny."

I allow the words to sink in for a moment and continue on, "Someone has seen fit to take away that hope, to amass power by embracing this darkness and wield it against us. They have forced me away from my duty as the New Imperial Order's High Inquisitor, and seek to corrupt others and spread their lies to take control. I am sure that they have Skywalker, or know where he is. They draw near, promising death and destruction to these proud and honorable warriors, these Mandalorians. I have brought this here. I intend to help. If you agree, please join me."

I look around silently, waiting for the Jensaarai to choose.

Ralin gauged the weapon in his hand for a moment.  He remembered his father’s stories of the Mandalorian Wars and the battles where Mando battled Jedi for control of the entire galaxy.  With such a delicate thing, Revan defeated Mandalore…….

Ralin held the weapon behind his back as he shifted his gaze to the bound woman before him.  “Why are you here Jetii?”

“I’ve come to help; in anyway I can.”

“This is not your battle; why would you join it?” he probed. 

“Because the Sith are a stain on the galaxy.  They destroyed the Jedi Order and murdered it’s knights; I have been trained since childhood to fight them by one of the few who escaped.  Release me if you have no use for me and I’ll fight them on the next world they try to vaporize.  Else remove these bonds let me join you.”

Ralin leaned his head back slightly as he estimated the young Jedi’s resolve.  This one has spirit……..  “Release yourself; I know you can, Jetii.”

The Jedi cocked her head slightly, not expecting the Mandalorian to be familiar with the subtle tricks one could play with the Force.  With little effort she quickly manipulated the locking mechanism inside the cuffs, and they fell free.  Just before the hit the surface she used the Force to catch the cuffs, lift them back up in the air, and slowly sent them floating to the Mandalorian.  “I believe these are yours” she smirked.

In a single quick motion, Ralin snatched the cuffs from the air with his left hand while his right ignited the Jedi’s lightsaber and  swung it around near the startled Jedi’s throat.  “And this is yours” he hissed.  Holding the humming blue blade very near, he leaned a little closer.  “Know this, Jetii, the time for games is over.”  Leaning back, he deactivated the blade and held out the hilt to it’s master.  “Join us if you wish, or return to Keldabe for your ship and leave us.  We have a battle to prepare.” 

Gingerly taking the weapon, the Jedi seemed unsure what to say or think as Ralin stepped away and started after Starjammer and his party, who were all following Fenn to the bunker’s entrance. 

As he walked, Ralin muttered, “It’s a shame the ancient art of Battle Meditation seems to be lost to your kind…..”

Looking after the Mando, the Jedi called after them.  “I am skilled in Battle Meditation.”

Ralin stopped cold.  He slowly looked back over his shoulder, his T-visor gleaming in the harsh Mandalore sunlight.  “Really now……”

THE EVISCERATOR ECLIPSE-CLASS STAR DREADNOUGHT, DOCKED WITH OVERLORD'S SHADOW VADER-CLASS ASSAULT DESTROYER, EN ROUTE TO MANDALORE IN PURSUIT OF FORMER HIGH INQUISITOR THEY'DA STARJAMMER ETA:UNKNOWN

Tho'un stood at the bridge of the Eclipse, he much preferred it to the Vader-Class ship. The Imperial Assault Fleet was heading to Mandalore.  He knew the Mandalorians would try to resist, it was their way. He would have to crush them. And he knew it. He turned, walking away from the transparisteel windows on the bridge, his hoofs clanging against the deck.

Ben griffin had been on his vacation prior to his last mission, he had also been promoted to sergeant.
he stood on the bridge of an old imperial star destroyer. his rifle slung over his shoulder and his helmet hanging in his left hand.
the destroyer was part of the fleet heading to destroy some rogue inquistitor or something. he didnt know the details, he just knew there was gonna be fighting and a nice bounty for some mandal what ever people they where called, silly names! is what he thought! he looked over his shoulder to see his elite commando squad prepping the gear. there ETA was unknown so they had time to relax, but griffin wouldnt let them. these people with silly names where good fighters, some said they where the best. but the sheer force against these.....silly named people was unmatchable, the silly named people where outnumbered.
Griffin didnt trust the inquistitors one bit. anyone who has a lightsabre cant be trusted unless its your boss! or someone well really that saying is really stupid......
"Dam it griffin stop talking to yourself" his female corporal, amanda said
"ooops sorry!" griffin shyed away
"Orders are to prep the equipment and men for maybe a planetary assault and capture, see to it corporal!" Griffin responded

Well it seems like I cant break the habit of jumping into the middle of RPGs can I?


Name: Jex

Class: Mandalorain Super Commando

Age: 39

Armor Color/type: Black with downward green stripes along the chest, signifying his duty to justice . Uses sholder spikes to impale his foes. Also uses a 'neck' guard that prevents decapitations. Utilizes assualt type varint of the super commando armor leaving few places to get at with a blade. Next to invicible against small arms fire.

Status/ Location: Mandolore, Jungles

Weapons: Mainly a Melee combat specialist utilizing two dagger like weapons. However still uses one modifed disrupter pistol weapon.

Personnality: Dark and Cold. Bordering on evil. Not the family loving type. 



Mandalore Jungles

Jex with the countless other Mandalorain commandos waited for orders in the assembly area, Jex had the need to serve justice.
It was his calling in life, His only calling.

Ralin held one of the handrails and stared out from the gunship as it soared over the treetops.  Recovered somehow by the SuperCommandos, the old LAAT/i was in prime condition; even better then prime with the upgraded Mandalorian weapons and higher tech integrated into it’s systems. 

The sky was dark and gray, despite the morning hour.  The first rain drops began to strike Ralin’s T-visor as he leaned outside the craft and watched the approaching mountain range.  The two ridgelines came into view threw the mist, allowing him to see their V shape where they connected to the great mountain beyond.  Just north of Keldabe, the cold, dark embrace of the mountain’s off-shooting ridges would be where his people made their stand.  The ridges would protect their flanks, while the mountain protected their rear, while also cutting off their retreat; not that any would run.  A single river ran down the center of the of the opening between the ridgelines, and wound it’s way down to Keldabe.

Arriving at the battle line, even Ralin’s keen helmet assisted eye could only see a few Mandalorian warriors below.  The pilot hovered, over the trees, sliding back and forth trying to find a place to land.  But the high, thick jungle wouldn’t allow it.  After a few minutes, Ralin gave up waiting and leapt out, using his jetpack to land.  Even this proved difficult, as the tangled canopy proved very dense.  Hitting the ground and cutting his pack’s engine, Ralin reviewed the landscape.  The jungle will be MOST useful.  No chance of AT-ATs or even AT-ST’s operating in this, and will force any close air support to be called off for fear of hitting their own troops.

A black and green armored SuperCommando stepped out of the undergrowth and nodded his helm.  “Captain Drakus, my name is Jex.  I am to be your second.  All units are prepared for their orders; we are yours to command.”

Ralin swelled with pride at his new rank, personally appointed to lead the ground defense by Fenn himself for his experience leading large formations during his time in Wild Space.  Nodding back in respect for the fellow warrior who was placing himself under a new commander on the eve of battle, Ralin waved him to follow.  “We have much to prepare.”


Mandalorian Command Bunker

Fenn Shysa gazed down on the indicator lights on the holo projection of Mandlore and the space around it.  The blue unit indicators were all in position, and now it was time…….

With a deep breath, Fenn activated his helmet com to one of his lieutenants.  “Titan is go for launch.”

”As you command, alor.  Oya Manda!”

“Oya Mando’ad”

Turing to the master defense console, Fenn nodded to its operator.  Removing the safety shield, the armored console operator pressed a large red button.  Deep in the bowls of the underground complex, three separate generators went live. 

Looking back to the holo display of Mandalore, Fenn watched as a blue, translucent sphere appeared over the planet Mandalore.

Letting out a deep breath he’d been holding, Fenn stepped over to the communications center.  “To all units, Titan is a go and Defense Phase One is under way.  Mind you’re vode and fight with Honor……..and for our Jetii allies, my the Force be with you.  Fenn out.”

JENSAARAI STARFIGHTER SQUADRON: LED BY DA'AXH STARJAMMER ABOARD SQUADRON OF UNMARKED FIGHTERS: IN POSITION ON MANDALORE'S NIGHTSIDE.
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I can't beleive I'm doing this...

I'm seated in an unmarked starfighter, in position out of Mandalore's nightside, in a squadron led by my father. We are silently anticipating the arrival of Inquisitor Tho'un and his Peacekeeper fleet.

...His fleet...The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

We have planned as best we can, even to the point of masking our Force presences  with ysalamiri. We'll be flying blind, as far as Force abilities go, but with each of us experienced at hiding in the Force, it will not matter. We will be the ones striking hardest at the heart of the fleet, and our surprise advantage is crucial.

The Mandalorians fighting here and planetside will keep the Commanders of the Imperial Order's fleet more than busy. When the agreed upon time comes, we will strike hard. The Sith will know what it is to make an enemy of the Jensaarai.

Alarms blared in the hangars of the ships, pilots sprinted to their stations, they would be deployed as soon as the ships completed the transition back to real space. A voice came over the speakers, almost a pleasant voice, out of place in a warship preparing to deploy. "REAL SPACE TRANSITION IN TEN MINUTES. ALL SQUADRONS PREPARE FOR IMMEDIATE  DEPLOYMENT"

The ten minuets went faster then expected. IP-56397 thought so anyways. He was a bomber pilot. His target was designated as zone 001. "Launch control to Firestorm squadron, you will launch immediately after your escort, copy?" The squadron's leader responded "Copy that launch control, ready for takeoff." An alert sounded over the ships intercom "REAL SPACE TRASITION IN 10....9....8....7....6....5....4....3....2... TRANSITION"  The blast doors flew open, and Mandalore  filled their view . Firestorm's escort launched immediately, closely followed by Firestorm squadron. 

Around them the fourteen star destroyers began to release their fighters and bombers. Behind them the Eclipse had released itself from the  Vader class, and they were heading towards the planet, going into closer orbit. His ships entered the atmosphere, weapons ready. They were to bomb Keldabe. More ships were in the distance, each with their own objectives. Some went to cities, others had been outfitted with firebombs, to burn the jungle.

BRIDGE OF THE OVERLORD'S SHADOW VADER-CLASS ASSAULT DESTROYER, PREPARING FOR ORBITAL BOMBARDMENT/INVASION OF MANDALORE

Tho'un watched as the ships were deployed, thousands of ships, fighters, bombers, landing craft swarmed towards Mandalore, the Star Destroyers were in close orbit. The invasion had begun.

FAR SIDE OF MANDALORE

A ship appeared, followed by another, and another, and another. The grey triangular shapes began releasing swarms of smaller ships which then headed to the planet. Soon, twelve ships floated in space, eight Star Destroyers, and four Interdictor cruisers. Suddenly a giant was among them, dark and menacing.  An Executor Class Star Dreadnought had arrived.  As the other ships began their attack so did it,its own ships were released  and it closed in on the blue and green orb, as it floated all alone in the dark void of space