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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Aug 14, 2013 12:25:59 GMT -8
*Cutting through the temple region is a vast river, sometimes referred to as the Massassi River, which flows from the mountains to the North, and passes close to the Great Temple, the Temple of the Blueleaf Cluster, and then down on past Ersham Ridge. The river's width, depth, and speed varies greatly over a relatively short distance - wide, deep, and yet relatively calm in one area, one needs only to pass a few kilometres further down the river's path to find it has become narrower and shallower, but much, much faster, with extreme rapids and even a few waterfalls along it's path to the south. The area around the river contains some of the densest rainforest, and vast amounts of Yavin's resident fauna, much of it deadly.*
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Post by Duke Australis on Sept 7, 2013 15:34:00 GMT -8
*While Yavins fauna is deadly, so are the mandalorians. This was their kind of terrian, dangerous, unrelenting and hungry. Just like the mandalorians.
The small group of fifteen commandoes and their ten howlers were ready for war. They had marched most of the morning after just a couple hours of sleep through the dense jungle. In teams of two that always were in sight or sensor range of at least one other group they marched through the jungle, cutting their way through the dangerous fauna, scaring off anything alive. Nobody messes with a group of howlers in the jungle, and especially not one with mandalorian supercommandoes. It was just after first sunlight that the group stumbled onto the river.
Duke was watching it from a bush. It was a part where the with was about medium broad, it had a healthy strenght of flow, but was not impossible. With still no contact with the rest of the invasion force, he had to make decisions himself, wich scared him a lil bit, since he was just a stupid grunt who happened to be beside the Mand'alore when he got the helm. He wasnt ready for all of this, although it exited him. Lets go insane.
He choose to make a bridge.
It was not because he would not be able to wade through the mucky junglewater, with a suit able to withstand the vacuum of space he could have chosen to just walk through it, and that is why he did not. In themselves, they had little hope to assault the temple successfully, but if they made a distraction... like... a bridge...
Bridges were known to have faults. For one, its a bridge, a bottleneck. It was easy to defend a bridge crossing over water, and even easyer to destroy one such. Not to mention detect the ONLY building on the river between the temple and the Blueleaf. It would be a tactical loss on the jedi side to not try and destroy the only way for the mandalorians to cross delicate equipment and maybe even vehicles over the Massassi river. And to stop them, the jedi would have to do two things: Either bomb the damned thing to pieces, wich would risk valuable fighters, or send a contangent of troops to set up defencive position on the other side of the river to stop the mandalorians from crossing.
Wich would mean that the jedi would have to weaken the garrison of the temple to try and delay the mandalorians over the river. If they DID, the defenders would find themselves soon surrounded by the rest of the mandalorians crossing somewhere else and flanking the defenders... IF he ever got a message through to the main assault force.
if the jedi decided to cover in fear of the great and mighty Mandalorian host, then duke and gang had a bridge... its a win win situation.
So, Duke set out five lookouts all over his side of the river on a rather long stretch, but still in clear comms range. The lookouts would hide and watch for movement on the other side of the river or look for any fighters coming in to ruin the party. In truth, fighters would be the worst. After confering with his new squadmates, they came to the conclusion that the only weapons able to put a dent on the Xwings and whatever else toys the jedi were flying around with was a rocket launcher with two homing missiles, two heavy blaster rifles (the really big kind) a heavy repeater and dukes own flachette launcher. If the ships came down low they might try to get it with jetpacks and hooklines, but that was a low chance.
So, five man outlook duty, and the other five were on crafting. Making rope from local fauna, cutting thinner trees down for construction, cutting down heavyer ones for the foundation. Mandalorians were a nomad fighting people. They brought with them everything they would need on hunting trips (like wars on a galactic scale and the like). Duke could cut trees with his trusty combat shovel, an other had a cutting laser, a third a fuse cutter, a fourth an actual saw... they shared what they had and started the work.
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Post by Corr on Sept 11, 2013 10:57:22 GMT -8
They came wandering into the area in small groups, as was their nomadic way. A series of faceless warriors moving with unified purpose for the first time in a generation. Up and down the river from Dukes position the warriors from Clan Vhett came across the barrier of the Massassi river, studying it as they would any foe to be conquered. Some brazenly stood upon the river bank, gazing across at what they saw as Jedi territory with hungry looks, savouring the battle to come. Other preferred a more subtle approach, hanging back in the heavy foliage to study the far bank in secret. Each warrior and group had their orders despite the haphazard approach, knowing precisely where they should be in the grand scheme of things. Soon they started drifting along the bank, some heading upstream, some down, as they sought to link up with the other elements of their individual battle groups.
Bes'uliik fighters roared overhead as they made searing passes up and down the river itself, sometimes exchanging shots with the Praxeum's fighters who were likewise patrolling the area. The sodden air hung heavy with the sense of impending strife, all the elements pointing to the first major engagement of a campaign that was sure to be rife with drama....
Mereel glanced up as a flight of fighters roared overhead. He couldn't tell what they were due to the heavy canopy of tree's but they certainly weren't the grumbling roar of Bessie engines. He brought his gaze back to the way ahead, to where the tree's thinned significantly indicating the position of the Massassi river. They had stopped just short of their target, not willing to expose themselves to fire from above, and to attempt to remain anonymous to their enemy for a little while longer. Mereel put their position as somewhere to the west of Dukes position, perhaps two clicks, at an area where the river interrupted by a small islet that parted the flow to either side. Further to the south the torrent of water rushed into Erasham Ridge before leveling and continuing on its meandering way.
Glancing over his shoulder he checked the position of the others. Darian was crouched with his rifle braced against his shoulder. He was peering down the sights as he traversed the barrel from left to right in an attempt to get a clear view through the mass of tree trunks and vines that clouded the way forward. Sven stood at his shoulder, arm encased within a bacta-filled sling, other hand gripping his heavy blaster with ease. To the right stood Sheva, her sullen silence deafening in his mind. She had not said a word since the berating she had suffered at his hand, a berating he wished he had handled better. He knew he should say something, perhaps apologise, but his own ego refused to allow that course of action. He was right to reprimand her, no matter the feelings involved. To endanger the life of the Mand'alor in such a way, to undertake in games of vengeance and strife while in a war situation, it was unacceptable. Corr himself had forbid the vendetta between him and Ashrah to be allowed to spill over into this campaign and Mereel was sure that his Aliit'or would have been harsher still. No, if Corr were here Darian, Sven and Sheva would have been lucky to escape such betrayal with their lives.
Putting such thoughts to the back of his mind he listened as other units of the Vhett army checked in and reported their positions. There had been no contact from the enemy so far but that wouldn't last. While some of the groups seemed nonchalant in their arrogant approach to the river such blatant displays were carefully thought out. They sought to test the waters, as it were. See if they could lure the Jedi into showing their hand here, at what was likely to be a pivotal position in their advance. The Jedi almost HAD to hit them here, the river being the only other line of defense they could realistically hold for a time aside from their vaunted temple. The heathen sorcerers of Arasuum would surely seek to spare their home as much carnage as possible so that those cowardly enough to hide withing the stone walls could cling to their lethargic stagnation just a little while longer.
When the last of the units had checked in he rose from his crouch. Unit five was just to the East, moving West in the open. Six was West of them at the point where the river turned South, the furthest West of all the Mandalorians, and was holding position within cover. Four, three and one were likewise in cover while two had assumed position just to the West of Dukes bridge, within sight of the growing construction. Each unit, once everyone had gathered at each sight, would consist of twenty warriors of various proficiency's. More were situated and camped between the river and the Blueleaf, while more still remained at the base they had set up. This was by no means the full strength of the Mandalorian force and only spoke of the soldiers of Clan Vhett. Others would soon be making themselves known and preparing to take the fight to the Jedi.
Tsikador...
{Make ready...}
He growled over the tactical net as he began to make his way forwards. He flicked channels as he moved, speaking quietly over the private channel he shared with Ashrah.
Gar ke'gyce, Mand'alor?
{Your command, Mand'alor?}
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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 13, 2013 13:51:38 GMT -8
Gunnery Sergent Val Lesko
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Southern Bank of Massassi River Gunnery Sergent Val Lesko lowered the barrel of his Verpine assault carbine after a brief scan of the North bank of the river. The rest of his platoon was filtering out of the dense tropical forest South of the waterway and collecting themselves into pairs along the bank. Roughly two-hundred meters East of them, at a somewhat shallower part of the river, Duke Australis's boys were at work cutting down trees and making rope from the variety of vegetation available. Their task, as it were, was the building of a bridge that would allow for easier passage across the river. Lesko and his men had received orders to lend their fellow vode1 a hand, both in providing security and manpower in the construction of the bridge. The Gunnery Sergent knew their goal wasn't to provide an easier crossing as much as it was a distraction for the Jetiise2 that still had forces scrambling about the area, outside the protection of the shield that enveloping the Great Massassi Temple to the North. It was a good plan, for several reasons. Primarily, it would prompt their enemies to assume the bulk of their assaulting force to be in line somewhere behind the location of the bridge, which would make sense if they were using the crossing for their larger vehicles. This would distract the Peacekeeping Taskforce from the true location of the advancing Mandalorian forces, which was more to the West. Hopefully, any forces the Jetii committed to retaliation would be unable to discern the actual placement of their forces.
Lesko made visual contact with Sergent Kuat Garhee, a male Iridonian Zabrak that served as 1st Squad's leader. Take your squad and see if Australis' boys need any help, the rest of us will be providing security. Lesko ordered, sending the latter of his orders out to the rest of the squad leaders over the secure comms. He touched base briefly with Leftenant Fumali, who was in command of 2nd Platoon. Together, the two of them rounded up the rest of the squads and began assigning security positions. Sergents Bassworth, Urdnot, and Skeller nodded their confirmation of the orders and took their respective squads to secure the aforementioned locations.
2nd Squad spread out along to the East, passing by Australis' men and hiding themselves out within the foliage of the woodline, setting up their machine guns and snipers. 3rd Squad returned to the woodline behind the bridge-workers, disappearing back into the forest to do the same. 4th Squad divided itself into its two teams, Able and Baker. Baker forded the river and set up a forward scouting position on the North bank, Able stayed behind and set up within the foliage to the West of Australis' men. Together, the platoon was able to provide all-around security for the Mandalorians working on the bridge, positioning themselves far enough out to give fair warning to any hostiles who stumbled on their little operation.
Lesko approached Duke Australis, who was at work cutting down a tree with a combat shovel, and slapped his chestplate with an open hand to signal his greeting. He spoke through the vocoder in his helmet, leaving his rifle to hang at his chest.Tion gar cuyi Duke Australis? Mar'e, mhi urci.3 I am Gunnery Sergent Val Lesko, GALSAF's Baker Company, First Battalion. Lesko asked, standing before the impressively statured man. I've got a squad here to help with the work, and I've set the rest of my boys to augment the scouts you have in the area. Lesko awaited the man's response patiently, he did seem rather absorbed by his task. The security teams Lesko had ordered set up their positions, well covered by the surrounding foliage, but just within visual range of Australis' own security personnel. Hopefully the two groups would work well enough together, though Lesko didn't foresee any problems coming from his own men.1: Comrades, gender neutral
2: Jedi, plural
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Post by Duke Australis on Sept 15, 2013 16:14:12 GMT -8
The mandalorian that Lesko got to was the most perfect version of a mandalorian warrior. Green and yellow paintings across the traditional Beskargam, only change was that a newly cooked and cleaned howler skull was on his right shoulder. Broad shoulders, strong leggs, weapons, ammo, and a combat shovel. With perfectly executed strikes, the man cut into the wood with grunts, chipping away large bits of it. He only looked back at lesko when he reached out his hand and spoke in a dark and deep voice, foreboding danger.
"Two steps to the left."
He himself took a step to his left, and then yelled out.
"TIMBER!"
The large specimen manadlorian rammed the tree with a shoulder and swung around to turn towards Leskos group, putting the shovel on his shoulder standing as a perfect Soviet Workers Union propaganda painting. The Timper fell with a crash, just where Lesko was standing (I am sure he would move out of the way) and would have crushed him like an ant. As the timber fell, the morning sun shone through the treecrowns, shaded by the large mandalorian. For Lesko, it looked as if the mandalorians helmet was shining as if it itself was shining, as if this entire intro would have been planned to make the mandalorian in front of Lesko look like the most awesome and coolest warrior in the whole wile world.
And then, this piece of mandalorian perfection spoke.
"Duke? Dukes over there, son..."
He waved towards a mandalorian of larger size wrestling and laughing with a large Howler, while he also was trying to drink his beer...
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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 16, 2013 17:14:58 GMT -8
Gunnery Sergent Val Lesko nodded his helmeted head politely as the large Mandalorian called for him to move. Taking two steps to his left, Lesko watched as the large tree cracked and splintered, then fell swiftly to the spot in which he had been standing. The massive tree crashed violently into the ground, limbs shaking all around as the falling foliage enveloped the GALSAF commando. Stepping easily out from the tangled branches and leaves, Lesko listened for the man's response to his inquiry. Australis was found wrestling amongst the leaves and bushes with an adult male Howler, the beast curled under one of his massive arms, an ale grasped in the other hand. Lesko couldn't suppress the smile that touched his lips as he watched the display carry on. Making his way over to Australis, Lesko dropped into a squat and watched the fight ensue.
Australis obviously had the upper hand, giving Lesko the impression this wasn't the first time he had fought that particular Howler. He had known Duke had collected a handful of the animals for his personal use; he had even enjoyed a slab of flank cut from another the previous night that had been cooked by Australis and Tagira at the Blueleaf Temple camp. Lesko's own men were already setting down weapons and kit, and picking up cutting tools and other devices to help with the work, so the Gunnery Sergent left them to it. His only task was to inform Australis they had arrived and had the large Mandalorian had anything to add, Lesko was there to hear it.
"Oi, ori'jag1." Lesko called after removing his buy'ce and clipping it to his belt. "Ner ramikade bal ni cuyi olar gaa'taylir ti borari'la2." Lesko concluded, unclipping his rifle from his armor and setting it with the rest of his squad's own weapons and gear. Opening the top of his pack, Lesko pulled a cutting laser from one of the smaller compartments and flicked the activation switch. The device powered up and he waited for its status light to turn from red to green. Once it was ready, Lesko glanced back at the previously felled tree, estimating its size and circumference. Along with the rest of the squad, Lesko began identifying other trees in the area ripe for cutting and marked them with "X's" burned into the trunks at eye-level. His boys followed along and got to work at cutting them down, ensuring each tree was felled in a safe direction and avoiding those in the areas where their security teams were set up. After half-a-dozen of such trees had fallen, Lesko called his boys together to work cutting them down into cross-beams to support the bridge's gangway. Limbs were cut and piled up near the bank of the river, then bark was stripped using cutting lasers and pry-bars.
1: "Big man."
2: "My commandos and I are here to help with the work."
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Post by Duke Australis on Sept 25, 2013 14:04:10 GMT -8
The fight wasnt a real fight of course, and the male howler was not... a ... real... male... wow, that sounded wrong. It was a Female howler, to Sherers happiness, the Alpha Bitch, as the mandalorian woman called her. See? Context! Its a female animal! I am tottaly allowed to use that word! As Lesko got to Duke, Duke was holding the howler in a choke grip, drinking beer, and talking to it, while the howler had dukes left leg in its grip, hissing, and its tounge lashing out at the beer can.
"WHOOAH! Thats daddys... you had your fill!"
The Howler hissed some more.
"Oh god damnit, if you say it that way..."
And then, Lesko and his comrades would be subjected to seeing a fully adult Mandalorian Supercommando Combat Engineer pouring beer into the mouth of a large lizard, while he made babysounds... All for love... Then Duke planted a wet kiss on its head and urged it away.
"Go now cutiepie, daddy has some peoplebusiness to do."
So, Duke finally turned to Tagiras bunch. Whoah, they were a good assembly, allready taking better mens work without asking... Or, as they call it: Help. Duke grinned and shook his shoulders.
"Nice to see that ANYONE made it here... I thought I would have to fight this war all on my own. Get your boys together, we are going to scout the terrian between here and the temple. Maybe make some contact with the enemy... maybe let them KNOW we made some contact with the enemy... you know what I mean.
Did you bring the stuff I asked for?
You know... the Crates?
With the... "Fragile" markings?
No...
Oh that Dikuta Bitch!"
No, I wasnt allowed to use that word this time...
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Post by Ashrah on Sept 30, 2013 6:14:20 GMT -8
Ashrah stepped out of the bush at this point, managing to overhear Duke as he spoke, because...well, it suits my literary needs at the moment. He chuckled under his breath, beneath his buy'ce as he and his three vode walked up to Duke, a female howler and some dude from GALSAF. He arched an eyebrow, which someone managed to pull a Corr and express itself on the outside of the faceless bucket.
Come on Duke. You know I need my beauty sleep. Besides. I got a little distracted. How long until we have a bridge to get across?
He was getting antsy. It was time to blow some shit up and hopefully get his hands on some Forcies. Nap time was over.
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Post by Duke Australis on Sept 30, 2013 6:52:04 GMT -8
"BOSS!"
The slam of his fist on the chestplate was louder then his surprised outcry. He snapped in attention as quickly and dropped his beer as swiftly as if he was not actually doing what he was supposed to.
"Bridge? Well... I kinda made it to distract the jedi. Most of us can just wade through a klick down the river, and I am about to make quick deploy rope bridges a klick up the stream. I was just about to go and take a looksee on the terrian, see what kind of engineering stuff we need to get ordinance up to the temple. Plus, I wouldnt mind if the jedi found our little bridgebuilding a threat and send a force or some fighters to take it out... a skirmish if you like...
But eh... if you really ant this to be a bridge, give me a couple of hours. Will get all guys on it.
Boss... did you bring the crates I asked for? You know... the ones with the big exclamation marks?"
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Post by Kot A'Tome on Sept 30, 2013 8:40:33 GMT -8
Ashrah wasn't the only one who had managed to have his location match his literary needs. Kot A'Tome, one of the few surviving members of a little-known clan, also emerged from the brush, on the other side of where Ashrah himself had emerged. His red and gold armour didn't exactly lend itself to camouflage, so perhaps the reason he had gone unnoticed was because he had only just appeared. It was also his writer's first time breaking the Fourth Wall in this way, so any readers should take their skepticism and shove it, and deal with the fact that there was a new Mandalorian player on the field.
His fist came up to his chestplate just as Duke's had, a gesture of respect for the Mand'alor. Though some of his vode were in this war only because their leader had commanded it, Kot was one who believed in Ashrah's cause. The jetiise had wronged his family, long ago, and he had sworn to take out vengeance upon them. The Mandalorian Holy War seemed a true blessing for him, a chance for him to even the score with the sorcerers and their glowsticks.
He was eager to take the fight to the Jedi, or to lure them over here for a fight, or whatever it would take to allow him to engage them in combat. He had his carbine, and he had his beskad, and he would gladly take on any Jedi who saw fit to challenge him. He smiled inside his helmet at the thought of spilling Jedi blood, but he did not speak. The Mand'alor had earned his respect, and he was not one to interrupt an ongoing conversation with a request to hurry things along and get to the fighting.
Anyone who knew him -- or, indeed, had read this and figured out he had a personal vendetta, and took into account the fact that he had been in the ground forces all along -- would know that he wanted to taste combat.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 1, 2013 10:57:03 GMT -8
*What legitimately took a long time to figure out and get access, a message from Dred to Ashrah finally reached Mandalore. His comlinked beeped until he answered the message trying to be sent. Dred had been....genetically altered and was trying to get a grip on the new improvements he underwent.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on Oct 4, 2013 15:39:29 GMT -8
Sergent Val Lesko listened to Duke rail on about boxes and bridges and recon. The man was insane, to a varying degree, which fell in line with what Lesko had heard of him. But it wasn't a bad sort of crazy. The man got the job done, which was all that mattered at the end of the day. Lesko nodded, setting the cutting tool down beside one of Australis' men. With a sharp whistle, Lesko brought 1st Squad's commandos back around him. "You lot are sticking it out here, keeping helping fell this trees and work on the bridge. Australis is using this as a distraction, something to catch the ba'Jettise1 attention, maybe bring them around for a throw down. The rest of us, Second, Third and Fourth Squads, are picking up and scouting ahead with some of Duke's boys. The rest of the battalion should be hitting the river here soon, but if we run into trouble, send word to the Coronel."
Sergent Garhee nodded, "Sounds like a plan. We'll see you boys later." The Zabrak grinned and turned his horned head away, returning to work. The rest of 1st Squad followed suit and Lesko returned to find that Leftenant Fumali had already put out the word to the rest of the platoon. The Rodian was chittering away into her comlink as Lesko approached, her helmet clipped at her waist. "You rready?" She asked, her proboscis-like mouth twitching. Lesko nodded his affirmation, then pulled his helmet back over his head.
Second Platoon, saddle up, we're leaving here soon. Fourth Squad, hold your positions until we've crossed the river and matched your location. Lesko paused, waiting for a response. It came from Fourth Squad's Sergent Vance Skeller. Gotcha, Lesko. We'll be waiting. Lesko killed the com-channel and returned to Duke.
Who are we rolling with, then? My lot's ready to go. Lesko asked, the vocoder in his helmet relaying his words. A moment later, the Mand'alor himself, Ashrah Intalbo, stepped out of the wood-line with a handful of vode2 in his company. Sergent Lesko offered a curt nod and casually brought his gauntleted fist up to his chest for a brief moment. Kurs ba'slana gar solus, Mand'alor?3 Lesko asked evenly.
Having spent several years with the old Yavin 4 Defense Force, the forests of the moon were no stranger to Val Lesko. He knew they could be treacherous, but didn't expect such troubles to hinder the work of the Clansmen.
1: Jedi's, [plural, possessive]
2: Brothers, Comrades
3: "Forest leave you alone, Mand'alor?"
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Post by Ashrah on Oct 8, 2013 9:42:35 GMT -8
::They Are on the way Duke. Get this 'distraction' built as fast as you can without losing any of our boys yeah? Then we move down river slightly and cross. It is time.::
He noted the arrival of another vode and waved the man over, he looked a bit lost. At this time, his com beeped and he blinked once, noting who it was from. He frowned. Dred? WTF did Death Watch want? Strange times, strange bedfellows. He himself was ex-Death watch. He blinked the channel open and spoke
:: Dred. What do you want?::
He looked around the jungle, noting as much as he could. It wouldn't do for them to get caught out in the open. Death was rather permanent. He motioned his two boys to watch the jungle for any movement that wasn't theirs. In the sky they could hear the comings and goings of snub fighters engaging in battle, with the occasional explosion and violent crash off in the distance. He focused once more on Dred, awaiting an answer
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Post by Duke Australis on Oct 10, 2013 15:26:44 GMT -8
Duke punched himself on the chest in acnoledgement to the Mand'Alores orders and donned his helmet. He was listening when Lesko gave orders and frowned under his helmet. Not answering lesko right away, he walked away a couple stepps, hopefully somewhat out of hearing range for anyone.
"Lesko, give me three men. This is a scouting mission, not an assault. I just need to see what kind of terrian we are dealing with. What kind of equipment I will need to move our front forward when we actually HAVE a front. Get the rest of your men in defencive positions around the bridge, and get ready for airial assault."
Not listening to any answers, he turned towards the working soldiers felling and binding trees together.
"Prakhal! Give me that rope you yammered about. We are making a rope bridge to start with."
Prakhal, an Ordo brought forth three large bundles of rope, witch the two mandalorians started to untangle and knot together. While they worked, a large steampunk Trakad flew overhead, scanning for targets. Duke looked up and shook his head. Prakhal had to comment on it... being an Ordo.
-Prakhal-
"She is still mad, you know."
"Meh... Women. Cant shoot them, cant miss them."
In a couple of minutes, the rope was done, and Prakhal climbed up in one of the last trees still standing. It was a tree that was easy to climb, and was left for just this kind of situation. With one end of the rope attatched in the crown of the tree (its crown was significantly reduced) Duke held the other one.
"See you on the other side. Mind the knots."
He told lesko, turned towards the oposite shore and engaged his jetpacks. He rocketed out over the river, a large and heavy bird taking to flight with a condense line of smoke and rope. He landed on the other side the same way he had started, thrusters dampening his fall. He found a nice big stirdy tree and bound his end of the rope around it. As soon as he signalled the clear sign, the mandalorians who would work on the bridge on the other side had allready gathered on the tree on the other end. Hooking onto the "bridge rope", they then used gravity to slide down and over the river, ending up on the other side.
Not everyone was running around with jetpacks...
And yes, one would get a nasty yank every time their hooks slid over a knot.
Duke would be waiting on the other side.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 22, 2013 11:32:50 GMT -8
::They Are on the way Duke. Get this 'distraction' built as fast as you can without losing any of our boys yeah? Then we move down river slightly and cross. It is time.:: He noted the arrival of another vode and waved the man over, he looked a bit lost. At this time, his com beeped and he blinked once, noting who it was from. He frowned. Dred? WTF did Death Watch want? Strange times, strange bedfellows. He himself was ex-Death watch. He blinked the channel open and spoke
:: Dred. What do you want?::
He looked around the jungle, noting as much as he could. It wouldn't do for them to get caught out in the open. Death was rather permanent. He motioned his two boys to watch the jungle for any movement that wasn't theirs. In the sky they could hear the comings and goings of snub fighters engaging in battle, with the occasional explosion and violent crash off in the distance. He focused once more on Dred, awaiting an answer
::Forgive the intrusion Mand'alor. I know the sentiments between our factions are less the amiable, so I'll be as brief as I can.::
*Dred pipes the feed to show Ashrah that the capital of Serenno was in the middle of being razed.*
::I have uncovered a plot to divide your forces by a small faction named House Demici on Serenno to attack and destroy the Oya'baat dressed up as Kry'tsad members. This ploy was an attempt to rid Serenno of Kry'tsad and place them on the Mando'ade public enemy #1 list with a ripper bullet. I am in the midst of razing the Capital as we speak. Once I am done, I can bring you the intelligence we collected about the plot. I've only decrypted a half of it, the other is an encryption I believe to be Jetii in nature.:: |
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor 
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 22, 2013 16:32:35 GMT -8
Ashrah's comm chirps gently for attention, informing him there is another call.
Mand'alor, I have heard of attacks on Mandalore. Since my fleet was attacked before the attack on Yavin, I have a fleet and army not tied down to hunt down those responsible. If you have any information that will point me in the initial direction I would be obliged.
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Ander Tagira
Member
Well, I'll be...
Posts: 567
Affiliation: GALSAF, Mandalore, Yavin 4 Jedi Praxeum
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Post by Ander Tagira on Oct 24, 2013 15:37:52 GMT -8
Sergent Lesko nodded silently in response to Duke Australis's words. Quickly revising his last set of orders, Lesko arranged for Sergent's Skeller, Bassworth and Garhee to accompany him on the scouting mission. The rest of the platoon rearranged themselves on the far side of the river, 1st Squad mounted up to sling their way over using the rope bridge Duke had strung up. Lesko grabbed his gear and made his way over to the tree, reaching up for a low-hanging branch and began pulling himself up. He climbed up to the where the rope was fastened, then clipped his utility belt to the line and kicked away from the tree's trunk. Lesko held his rifle casually against his right thigh, steadying himself with his other hand while he flew over the wide Massassi River below.
As he neared the tree to which the far end of the rope bridge was attached, Lesko held his booted feet out, bending his knees to mitigate the shock as he struck the trunk. Grasping onto a branch, Lesko unclipped himself with the other hand, leaving his rifle to hang from his right shoulder, then began to lower himself down from the canopy and onto the leaf-strewn ground below. The rest of the platoon followed one by one, until everyone was across. Sergent Garhee arranged the defense line around the North side of the bridge before rejoining Lesko, Bassworth and Skeller. Lesko took a short path over to Duke, the three Sergents following him.
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Ashrah
The Mandalorian Assembly
Posts: 329
Affiliation: Mandalorians
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Post by Ashrah on Oct 25, 2013 9:37:13 GMT -8
He was a popular man this morning it seemed. He acknowledged Dred with two mic clicks and a half grunted 'for fuck sakes'.....
Alright Dred. Get me what information you can, then politely burn them to the ground. Send them home in a bag.
As he clicked off with Dred, his com went off again, this time it was Taung. He started to walk a bit farther down river, his 3 boys following him silently. He was absently checking the troops and provisions and load outs as he walked..
If there were attacks on Mandalore Taung, my suggestion would be to find those responsible......and end them. Find them and ruin their day.
He kept walking to the point they would cross the river. It was nearly go time, and he was antsy to put his beskad to Forcie flesh.... Dukes provisions would take this moment to show up, and Ashrah waved them back up the river towards the insane cook. Ashrah shook his head and nearly chuckled at the mayhem that man could unleash....
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Dred Vizsla
Member
Posts: 734
Affiliation: Whomever pays better
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 25, 2013 12:27:27 GMT -8
*Dred acknowledges the command, even though he doesn't want to really follow it. The purpose of Death Watch was to defy the ME for being so passive. Now it seems it was on it's way back to glory.*
::Understood. Dred Vizsla over and out::
*Now Dred has some personal business to attend to before making Yavin burn.*
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Zenchou Piteos
Member
It's all for deception.
Posts: 149
Affiliation: What's yours?
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Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 25, 2013 18:29:31 GMT -8
Static crackled a bit from an incoming message, it had been encrypted before being sent so that only the man who it was intended for would be able to receive the words.
Su'cuy, I am Zenchou Piteos. I believe I have some rather impressive news regarding a few hu'tuun that want you dead. When ever you are free you contact me, so that we may speak of this matter in private. There was a brief pause in the transmission before the final words have been spoken. Oh, and I suggest you send ready and capable men to Carida. I believe the jetii there would be more than happy to see visitors.
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
