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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 23, 2013 19:11:56 GMT -8
Accepting his gourd back with a humorless smirk plastered on his gore marred face, jade eyes sparkling with no trace of mirth, Darian waited in silence, not moving, not gesturing, not responding to her thanks. His eyes locked on her like a lion watching prey, but without any immediacy of malicious intent. Instead, his forearm draped over his thigh, his knee bent and resting elevated on a the X-wing's stepladder rung. He kept the gourd hanging from it's leather strap in that hand, and if not for his breathing, one might have mistake him for a realistic statue.
Corr's orders were clear; she could easily crack the defenses, she said. So- do it. Do it. If you're a Mando, break a few of the forcies. What does it hurt you? Several minutes of your time? Darian couldn't feel conflict around someone, but seeing it in their eyes- if she flinched, if she so much as shifted an eye the wrong way, they'd have the truth of it.
Somehow, though, Darian had fully anticipated this. You can't snare a Krayt without a damn good trap. This woman had made it this far- a feat, to be sure, on a Vhett flagship- but she had hit a test without end. A snare meant to draw in even the most tenacious. This was a test meant for the faithful. She had ingested the blood of Kad's own chosen, after all. The same brew Darian had made for himself- potent, and long lasting. When the blood fury came on, she would be hard pressed not to want to do battle. In a singularity of mind, she would choose her foes, based on her basest of perceptions. Was she for the Mando'ade? Would she slaughter Jetiise, or turn her weapons on vode?
It was a simple enough thing- soon enough, they would see her colors run. An annointed knew no falsehood. They knew only the battlelust. The taking of parters to sate their carnal desires. Their thirst for blood to slake the unabated need that seized them and would not, could not relent. He found no humor in Corr's words; only beauty. Simple. Direct.
"Lead us to the water, ad'ika," he said, his first words to regard the woman at all, "that we may all finally be refreshed. There is no glory in a long wait."
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Post by Alek Dyre on Jun 28, 2013 16:01:43 GMT -8
From out of hyperspace a Victory-I star destroyer appeared with Captain Dyre and his crew aboard. His ship had gone threw some malfunctions when he relied on its systems the most, several attempts were made to repair the systems though there was no success. They are a bunch of thieves after all, commanding a ship that was about to be put out of commission, finished of its service of the Imperial fleet. Now he definitely understood why, because it was falling apart. System by system and it was only a matter of time until life support decides to click out. Sitting in his chair poorly wielded to the floor, center bridge he contacted Yavin control, sending out his message. Yavin 4 control this is Captain Dyre on board the Victory destroyer. I am requesting permission to enter the planets Atmosphere under cloud altitude for manual repairs on the ship..
He sat there and waited for a response. This could also be a chance to get a bit of sleep while his crew worked on the ship, decreasing the risk of them all choking to death or being sucked out a malfunctioning port way inside the ship. He rubbed his red sore eyes, wondering how long he's been awake. Then he went back to his original position with his body angled in the chair like how a young arrogant King would sit in his throne. He yawned, then crossed his arms and continued to wait.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Jun 28, 2013 22:46:56 GMT -8
There was no visible reaction, though her mind started racing. Her bluff had been called, but somehow she had already expected that it would be; more impressive was the fact that her mouth was already moving before she had time to think of a response. Her brain was working on overtime, it seemed.
"I could take down the Praxeum's security, if you want. I'd need some time, though." She didn't seem to notice that she had dropped out of Mando'a, but she didn't mind. The others knew Basic, obviously, and there was no technical terminology in the language. "It would take an inside source, though, or a spoofed one. I would have to take their security system apart just enough to plant a foreign process, that would have to be modified to spawn another process, that would then be able to get into their defense systems without.. without making it look like it was an external attempt..."
She shifted uneasily in the cockpit as the warmth continued filling her, pooling around her head and her loins. Everything was getting just a little bit hazy now, and against all logic her mind was working much faster than it should have, given what she had just consumed. The logical conclusion was that there something extra in the drink.
These idiots were going to judge her for not being able to crack into the Praxeum security immediately, she already figured that, and she just wanted to.. to.. She shook her head, knowing that there was no chance for that, no time for that, not in this situation, not when she was surrounded by these.. men. Oh, gods, she was going to have to stay on top of her game, she had to try and focus, try and focus, but her brain was going a klick a minute and she just needed to have a task set before her to focus on...
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Jun 29, 2013 4:34:09 GMT -8
Ne'johaa ni gar jorbese.
{Spare me your excuses.}
The words snarled forth from the grim visor, colour shifting madly once again before settling on a sharp azure glow. The various glyph's and runes on his armour seemed to pulse with the same inner light, their archaic meaning lost to but a rare few of his race. His head tilted to one side as if listening to something, his manner that of one conversing with his Gods as they dictated what path should be taken on this most holy of crusades. Such wasn't the case at all. Nothing so mystical and divine. The bridge had called with an update as to the situation on Yavin Station and Corr's lips slowly quirked into a smile.
His head leveled, visors glare stabbing out towards Alena as his hand slowly came up to level an armoured index finger at her.
Gar! dayn.
{You! Out.}
He glanced at Scotrull and gave a tilt of his head towards the Blastboat.
Mhi ba'slanar sha jiila.
{We leave at once.}
He turned to look at Alena, defying her to procrastinate on his order...
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 29, 2013 5:16:53 GMT -8
From out of hyperspace a Victory-I star destroyer appeared with Captain Dyre and his crew aboard. His ship had gone threw some malfunctions when he relied on its systems the most, several attempts were made to repair the systems though there was no success. They are a bunch of thieves after all, commanding a ship that was about to be put out of commission, finished of its service of the Imperial fleet. Now he definitely understood why, because it was falling apart. System by system and it was only a matter of time until life support decides to click out. Sitting in his chair poorly wielded to the floor, center bridge he contacted Yavin control, sending out his message. Yavin 4 control this is Captain Dyre on board the Victory destroyer. I am requesting permission to enter the planets Atmosphere under cloud altitude for manual repairs on the ship.. He sat there and waited for a response. This could also be a chance to get a bit of sleep while his crew worked on the ship, decreasing the risk of them all choking to death or being sucked out a malfunctioning port way inside the ship. He rubbed his red sore eyes, wondering how long he's been awake. Then he went back to his original position with his body angled in the chair like how a young arrogant King would sit in his throne. He yawned, then crossed his arms and continued to wait.
It ought not to take them terribly long to notice a massive war-fleet, however, blockading the planet. If the ship's Captain was sharp of eye and well versed in such matters, he ought to recognise the presence of Mandalorian designs. Dozens. Hundreds.
Including one not so very far away, one that was already on a speedy intercept course.
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Post by Alek Dyre on Jun 29, 2013 6:14:16 GMT -8
He stood up and took a few steps towards the end of his bridge, the Star destroyer had already dropped from Hyperspace at the edge of the Yavin sector, within communication and also, within scanning range. Which explained the approaching ship heading to the star destroyers coordinates, the one ship faced a fleet of Mandalorians and it was quite startling. What did i say about your knack of jumping before thinking?!
Coms officer Nigel Onasi shouted at him. He's been in some sticky situations before, with the Empire, with the Hutts and not to mention the Jedi. Though he had some sort of respect for the Mandalorians and he understood that they were a ruthless bunch of fellas. He barely survived his last encounter and it looked like they didn't take well with his arrival. What...if their nice and offer us some drinks?
He said sarcastically, though this wasn't a situation to be joking around. Goddammit Alek, get us out of here! Onasi said once again. Alek nodded.
Alright lets get out of here then, it seems Yavin is having a bit of trouble. Turn this ship around! Raise the shields!! And prepare that god forsaken hyperdrive for a jump out of this system.. Due to this ships current state the hyperdrive system was a bit slow. Luckily the defenses of the ship were working fine, though as the ship steered away from Yavin 4 he wondered if an escape attempt would result in an act of hostility against the Mandalorian Empire, though he'd rather hostility over death any day. The ship headed in the other direction, a slight speed decrease from turning full circle but still, maybe fast enough to buy him some time as the ship traveled to the outer reaches of the sector.
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Post by Corr on Jun 29, 2013 7:05:15 GMT -8
Keldabe-Class Cruiser "Nuhatyc", Yavin Outer system...The alarms had sounded as soon as the interloper had shuddered its way into the midst of the blockading fleet, each hyperspace mine equipped with a sensor to inform their home ships of the contact. The blockade was still getting into position so there was some discordance and vast area's of space were left uncovered by the Mandalorian ships and patrols. The mine layers were still following predetermined paths, probably two thirds of the way through their mission, spewing out the gravity trap mines as they went and would soon return to their origin systems. The closest of the blockading fleet, a Keldabe-Class cruiser of Clan Vhett immediately altered its vector and sought to close with the new arrival. Its mighty engines flared bright as it accelerated ton flank speed, weapon systems armo=ing, powerful shields springing up as it approached. The distance was fair given the lack of readiness on the Mandalorians part. They had not expected a response from any allies of the Jedi this quickly and, given the nature of the disturbance, only one ship, they had to assume this was merely another visitor to the system. They had after all turned back a lot of ships, impounded others still, that had sought to gain access to the system. Some had been traders, others returning members of the planetary settlement. Each had been inspected and held/released depending on the results of said inspections. This ship appeared to be of a similar nature and, as it turned to seek a way out of the mess it had ended up in, seemed to be in no rush to overstay its welcome.
Captain Hobs stared out of the viewport at the small grey wedge that had begun to grow as they approached it at their fastest possible speed. Yes. It had turned and was now putting on speed as it sought a way out of the gravity well of the blockading mines.
"How far to the edge of the interdiction field?"
His booming voice carried easily over the bridge, grabbing the attention of his officers and crewmen alike. One of the few in the Mandalorian command that didn't sport the distinctive armour of their race, Captain Gurello Hobs saw him as a career fleet man through and through. Ambitious, ruthless, meticulous, honourable, he had all the markings of an excellent commander. He lacked the one thing that would have taken him to the top of his trade. Intelligence. That is not to say the man was stupid. Far from it. He wouldn't have risen to the position he held had he been a bit dim. But to lead multiple ships into combat, to employ and understand tactics, to analyse and interpret strategy... No. He was not that man. Still, he'd had his fair share of encounters this being his fifteenth season in space, eight of which commanding this ship for Clan Vhett. He was no stranger to space combat and, given his rather limited capabilities, most of the task he had performed had been of this kind of gig.
His crew were very similar to him on the whole, competent but nothing special. They performed their jobs well but using initiative was not one of the their strength. As the question rang out everyone looked at each other to respond, each not wanting to be the one to give a wrong answer. Stupid really as there was only one answer to give...
"On their present course, at our best judged speed, they could be umping to lightspeed in twelve minutes sir."
The sensor officer replied in a high, clear voice, her Twi'lekk headtails twitching slightly as she delivered her answer. Hobs nodded and turned to look at the comm officer. He wasn't sure if he'd catch them in time so decided to see if he could get them to stop. With a nod he indicated a channel be opened and spoke when the man gave him the go ahead.
Attention unidentified vessel. This is Captain Hobs of the Mandalorian Empire. You are in restricted space. Power down engines, weapons and shields and prepare for boarding. Any attempt to flee and we'll consider you a hostile and you will be destroyed.
He nodded and the channel was cut. He then turned to the starfighter liaison officer, taking a few steps to place himself at the mans shoulder.
"Launch a squadron of fighters and have them approach as fast as they can. They are to prepare to target engines and attempt to stop them reaching a jump position."
The man nodded and went about his task. Hos strode back to his position before the viewports, getting there in time to see the twelve ion trails of the launched Bes'uliik fighters streaking off towards the now slowly growing triangle...
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Post by Alek Dyre on Jun 29, 2013 13:22:39 GMT -8
Captain we're having trouble with our acceleration! Somethings pulling her back!!
Alek turned to look at Onasi after he spoke, the man had two kids of his own. He told his friend Nigel he'd make it back every time, despite what kind of trouble they were in. Onasi looked at him and Alek could almost read his thoughts written on his face. Get me back to my family you son of a bitch and start acting like a captain. He's a pirate, but he tries to do some good. Then forward some power to the engines! He shouted but at the rate of the decreasing speed there was no escaping without more time. The scanning system was junk, little did they know of the traps in this system that went undetected by this ship. Awaiting any of the unfortunate to enter the system. He looked at his bridge crew when suddenly the communications switched on following an unwelcoming voice. I think we've entered the wrong system...sir.
Onasi said. Alek already knew that there was no escaping, from the diminishing condition of his ship and the Mandalorian ships heading their way. The crew of this ship rely on him, pirates usually don't have responsibility, a code, or go by such law. He looked back out into space and crossed his arms, hesitant of his next words. All stop, we do as they say. Onasi, you're with me. He nodded and followed Alek, another crew member took charge on bridge. They continued down the hall just outside the bridge, Onasi looked at his friend wondering what he had planned. Though this was a definite stale mate. Those were Mandalorians out there, and they out numbered them by the hundreds. After a few moments the Mandalorian known as Captain Hobs would notice that the ship has stopped and its shields have been lowered for access into the ship. When both Nigel and Alek arrived, they arrived with a dozen other crew members from throughout the ship, he looked back to the other crew members which took positions threw out the hall. Nigel and Alek entered the Hangers to meet with whoever was amongst this boarding party.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 29, 2013 20:28:42 GMT -8
Keldabe Class Cruiser, "Nuhatyc," hangar
The long groan of sirens blared through the hangar bay, orange and yellow lights scrambling a small constituent of Mando'ade toward their Bes'uliike. These men, clad in the light-yet-durable beskar'gam of Ori'ramikade, checked and rechecked their flight kits. They wore, for the most part, green and black gam, though two of them stood out most impressively.
With a spear emblem emblazoned on the chestpieces of their armor, one of them sand-gold and the other a dull blue, the twin terrors of Clan Beviin, Seroc and Gannis, led the battlegroup proudly, and without words. Each commando had a carbine mag-locked to the back of his armor, and a small sidearm hanging loosely at either hip- blasters, one and all. Seroc's beskad hung at his left hip, and Gannis- a foot taller than any of the others, and monstrous to boot, had hidden knives in the wrists of his armor. To make up for his girth, the man wore a cloaking device fitted with stygium crystals, which he was loathe to use save in the most heated of situations.
They all boarded their bes'uliiks in ritual silence, as if going over the flight pattern in their minds. They had been explicitly warned- this was to be an intimidation run. Seroc and Gannis would board, and the rest of the squadron would circle oninously, using their advanced targeting arrays to single out the sublight engines, to ensure that the ship could be crippled at a moment's notice, should Corr or anyone else give the order, or the other ship turn hostile.
After a brief check and insurance that their systems were online and fully operational, the squadron let the low thrum of their engines roar upward into jet screams, and they broke out into real space in seconds, spiraling outward into formation, escorting the two Beviins toward their quarry. As they did, and came within several hundred feet, the bes'uliike paused, shields at full power, as if waiting for an attack to come. As if praying it would, in silence, so that every man, woman and child aboard the vessel could be annihilated.
And in moments, they would break away, circling like vultures as the Beviins rendezvoused with the rest of the boarding team, all just to see who had been unlucky enough to pick Yavin as their vacation spot. It elicited a chuckle from Seroc, but no other sound came across the comm waves.
Ori'gehaat'ik
Darian glanced up at Corr as he gave the order for the girl to leave, and his smile faded. His face was etched in stone, eyes narrowing on the monstrous Vhett. The man was ready to go, at last, but the girl was ordered out. Was her plan to lower the Jedi defenses suddenly not their plan of attack? Darian was wise to this, of course, but he was never one to ask questions- not, at least, ones that inflamed the already sour moods of his peers. It was his duty, after all, to attempt to alleviate some of the burdens of the Mando'ade.
"Mhi jurkadir te Jetiise, Vhett?" He asked pointedly- "we attack the Jedi, Fett?"- Darian was ready for the real thing. Itching for it, fucking CRAVING it. He could taste forcie blood on his tongue now, and it was only several hours away from becoming his reality. His training and his gut, however, were giving him a whole other feeling entirely.
What was the plan, now? Obviously, they weren't to use the girl. A pity- Darian would have enjoyed watching her squirm, just a little while longer, before ending her life. But it seemed that fate had dealt her a much better hand, today. Today, she would survive the trials of a High Priest. She would do something none but the faithful had in quite a long time. And Darian was dissatisfied by this, but he did not protest. So long as blood was spilled, Kad would be satiated.
And all, of course, was for Kad Ha'rangir. Darian had to remind himself of that, lest in his growing rage and impatience, he strike out at Corr of Clan Vhett. The man with many plans and thoughts. It had ever been thus, he supposed- Beviins stepping back and letting Vhetts lead. It was better thst way. Darian remembered his father saying so, if only vaguely. 'We are the blades; they can be the brains. When it comes to glory, each part of the whole is necessary. Some of us just get bloodier than others.'
And bloody he would be, indeed. "Ni tal'galar be an gar aru'ese." I will spill the blood of all your enemies, he prayed. And, Darian waited. The burden of command was Corr's own.
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Post by Trull Ordo on Jul 1, 2013 9:18:31 GMT -8
Open Space - Nuhatyc Boarding Team
The other two boarders were waiting for their Ori'ramikade brothers, sitting in formation with the other bes'uliike. A cool female voice hailed Gannis and Seroc.
Scala Vau here, awaiting orders to board. Another voice followed hers, this one an even male tone.
And Ori Bralor, also awaiting orders to board. Is this party starting or what?
Aboard Ori'gehaat'ik
Trull nodded, acknowledging Corr's order as he turned and jogged back to the Skipray and boarded it, firing up the engines and nav systems. Within a minute, the Skipray was ready to go, as soon as Darian and Corr were on board. He just hoped that his business with the girl was over quickly, for her sake - and more than that, Darian's fervor was becoming infectious. Trull could feel his blood rising, eager for the coming battle.
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Post by Bralex Ordo on Jul 1, 2013 9:47:25 GMT -8
Keldabe Class Cruiser, "Nuhatyc," hangar
Jorax lifted his head as the alert sirens went off. It was go time. He looked around him at his squad of 6, and then down at the end of the bunk room to their brother squad of 6. They all knew what time it was. They had been suited up already, ready to move a moments notice, and now it was time. They made their way in their beskar'gams to their assigned boarding shuttle. They knew their pilots would get them there, and they knew, this ship was theirs even before they left the Nuhatyc. Jorax commed up to command letting them know they were ready.
Ke'gyce, ibic cuy ge'tal-solus, ge'tal bal ne'tra traat'aliitse cuy tsikala. Command, this is red-one, red and black squads are ready.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jul 1, 2013 14:19:33 GMT -8
Outside "Nuhatyc," "A'denn" Squadron
As the call came out from the main boarding team, Gannis finally spoke, breaking the spell of silence that had been woven over the myriad bes'uliike. "Ge'tal, ne'tra, mhi hukaat'kama," he said plainly, giving the man reassurance that they would be well defended in the event of some random attack. The rest of the squadron had successfully broken away now, swarming around the new ship, targeting computers locking on to sublight engines, remaining idle in attack formation.
Gannis and Seroc remained on their approach vector, hailing the civilian craft in guttural basic, the words dripping of Gannis' tongue like venom. "We are approaching. This is your friendly reminder- if we meet any measure of force, you will be annihilated. Thank you for your understanding."
Switching his comm back over to the single frequency to his brother, Gannis groaned. "Shabla di'kutse- tion'jor nu'ke mhi jurkadir val?"
In a mirthless, blunt and singular voice, Seroc's reply came. "Udesii, Gannis."
Gannis grunted into the comm, but no other reply came. And their was, once more, silence.
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Post by Alek Dyre on Jul 2, 2013 13:13:09 GMT -8
It was clear that there was quite a battle occurring and Yavin was definitely not the spot to repair a ship in this situation, if anything, coming to this system would only cost him. Onasi looked to his captain wondering if he actually had something thought up just in case things got messy. He looked back to his feet and thought about his children, before he could worry more Alek looked at him and spoke. They are Mandalorians, not Tusken raiders. We're in the middle of a war and I doubt a few pirates aren't worth firing on while a battle is on going just behind them. I've been in this situation before..
He tried to hold the fake smile on his face until he remembered what exact situation he actually thought of. Hoping Onasi wouldn't catch on since he's been with Alek on this ship since he stole it before it was decommissioned. Raises the fact that he was in dire need for repairs. His heart pumped blood throughout his body, he might even be able to hear it if he covered his ears, his heart raced. Anyone would be scarred if they blinked from hyperspace nearly flying blind and coming face to face with a fleet of ships that immediately pounced without warning. Some people laugh when one is scarred, others like Sith use that to their advantage, warriors turn fear into hatred and tear threw their enemies. But Alek, he knew well Fear is a luxury to survival. Without this emotion there's no stride to survive, to Onasi, it was the fear of never seeing his children. To Alek, well that's another story. If your enemy is arrogant, there is a possibility that they may stumble, and if they can stumble, they can fall.
He removed the blaster pistols from his belt and checked his ammo, rolled the clip then pushed it back in. He was prepared for anything, but he guessed this was just for security. Pirates and smugglers didn't belong in war, unless there was something worth standing up for, something worthy enough to form an Alliance and rebel for a special cause. Turn thieves into heroes, even if the titles 'Thief' & 'Hero' are entirely different from each other. Maybe one day he'd become a Soldier, but right now doing what he did was exciting. Even now, in the fear of a thousand ships he liked what he did. Alek crossed his arms thinking perhaps, next time he decides to jump into a system, maybe he should take safety percussion's and not risk all the lives around him. Their shields had been lowered and the weapon systems could only be brought up on his word. Onasi looked up and smirked. If we get out of this...drinks are on you. Alek chuckled with a nod, waiting to be questioned by the Mandalorians. As he stood there and waited he thought of his last encounter.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Jul 2, 2013 14:07:00 GMT -8
"Sir, yes sir."
It was a struggle for Alena to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. His tone was irritating her, and she did not like to be bossed around. She was the one who gave the orders, in all aspects of her life. She had gotten enough of taking orders from Formidonis, years' worth, and she would be damned if she ever took orders like that again. And this Mandalorian bigshot was just pointing her around.
She had to grin and bear it, though, for the moment. She was at a tactical disadvantage here, and she didn't even know if she could take him on, especially not with help all around. Gods, it would be satisfying, though...
She hopped out of the fighter's cockpit, wiping her hands on the black pants she wore, then stood there staring at the Mandalorian general.
"Hiibi ni ti'gar?"
{Taking me with you?}
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Post by Corr on Jul 2, 2013 17:02:47 GMT -8
Ori'gehaat'ik, Private Hangar...
The visor merely stared at her in silence for a few seconds, shifting along the colour spectrum with supernatural eeriness as it seemed unable to make up its mind which colour suited it best. Finally he moved, turning and heading towards the ramp on the blastboat at a steady pace, ignoring Alena and not looking back to see if she and Darian followed. He trusted the priest to make sure she obeyed and would watch his new charge with all the fanatical zeal of one imbued with Kads will, to shepherd her along the path to true enlightenment instead of the dual path she walked now. Though she claimed Mandalore there was definitely something holding her back and it went deeper than her distrust of him. As much as it wasn't her lace to approve or disprove of one such as Corr Vhett she was, nevertheless, entitled to an opinion. If she thought him annoying then so be it. If she thought him a fool excellent. Such things would be assets to him. The underestimation allowing him freedom within which to move his agenda's along. Of that he had no doubt. Her dislike of him should not cause her to distrust the goal of Kad or the path of her people, even if she did not agree. The Resol'nare could not be followed with half measures and one couldn't abide by four of the six. It was all or nothing from them and she would soon have to square that with herself...
He reached the ramp and strode aboard his ship, moving immediately to the cockpit and giving Scotrull a nod to get them underway. He took a seat at the weapons station, turning the chair to face the center of the cabin, muttering a brief instruction over the comm to the pilot.
Bah te Jetii tra'yaim...
{To the jedi spacestation...}
Nuhatyc, Bridge...
The Keldabe-Class cruiser closed with the Victory-Class Star Destroyer until it was sitting just off the wedge-shaped ships stern with its cannons targeting the sublight engines in the event that the ship should try and run for the edge of the gravity well. An edge that was getting further away as the mine field expanded around them. The fighters had swarmed from the mighty Mandalorian ship and took up positions, some in a screen others taking up key offensive vectors. Other ships of the line were responding too, drifitng closer as if wanting a look at the small morsel that their sibling had snared.
Hobs had been surprised at the other captains willingness to stand down and felt somewhat robbed. He had been expecting a chase at least, maybe even a stand up fight. It wasn't that far to the edge of the interdiction field and a Vic could slug t out with most ships of comparative size. True the Keldabe was a bigger and more heavily armed ship but the Vic, sporting multiple missile launchers and faster speed, would have had a fair chance in a fight. It was only now, as they moved close enough, that the sensors could tell that the ship floating opposite them was not in the best condition.
"Not in the best of shape is she..."
He spoke to nobody in particular as he reached over the comm officers shoulder to activate the channel to the ships in the hangar. He spoke directly to the boarding team, voice sounding in the helmet of Jorax and the other eleven troopers.
Red and Black squads launch. Secure the hangar bay and make contact with their captain.
He switched channel without waiting for a reply and addressed the Victory-Class.
Attention unidentified ship. Prepare to receive boarders. Any hostilities towards our men and you will be destroyed. Any attempt to hide your identity and you will be destroyed. Any actions that lead to circumventing our purpose and you will be destroyed.
He smiled grimly.
In fact, you're going to have to work pretty hard on surviving this, ner vod.
He cut the channel and returned to the viewports. Time to let the others do their jobs...
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Post by Alek Dyre on Jul 3, 2013 19:05:56 GMT -8
Remaining in its current position the Victory destroyer was motionless, without shields or weapons raised. A fool would raise shields, fire on a ship amongst a fleet of many ships. The Communications Officer on the bridge received the message from the Mandalorian and listened carefully since the captain wasn't on site. He opened the communications and contacted the captains com-link. Captain, their coming. They made it clear, any funny business and we're done. He spoke with the com-link rather close to his mouth then it should of been. Got that, Sir? Removing the communications device from his belt, Alek responded to his officer at the same time one of his other crew members entered the premises and joined his captain and second in command. This guy was Damus, they called him 'mouth' because he was easily provoked and told people off with whatever he could think of. Damus intended to be down here. Alek raised the coms and replied. Loud and clear man...watch the ships closely. Report to me immediately if anything happens. Am i clear?
After receiving a reply he returned the device to his belt, finding that Onasi had given him a look, he looked to him to discover what he had on his mind. Though it was obvious based on the captains reply to the coms officer. You know its one half ass ship against a thousand, hell, even the Jedi would like to see our wrists wrapped in cuffs. We're a chess piece that doesn't belong on the board, between black and white. Watch them or not, we'll be obliterated if anything gets messy.
Then they finally noticed Damus stepping in between them with a yawn, stretching his arms while he cracked his fingers. He checked his ammo, looked to Onasi then to his captain with a smirk. He believed they were all dead. Alek turned to him. What do you think your doing Damus.
He spoke after turning fully towards one of his crew members. He knew he couldn't trust this man greeting the Mandalorians down here, things would get messy unless Alek prevented the disaster before it could happen. Living before i die...you know, havin a little fun.
Damus said with that same smug look he always had on his face. Alek starred at him for a few moments then shook his head, sometimes he wondered why he kept Damus on his ship, perhaps it was because he was a good laugh when they all decided to have a few drinks. No your not. Either Onasi escorts you threw those doors, back into the ship. Or I escort you threw the Airlock, a few steps behind you buddy. He kept a serious expression upon his face. Wondering when the boarding party would arrive, while he dealt with this problem here.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jul 3, 2013 23:48:10 GMT -8
Ori'gehaat'ik
Darian scowled when Corr confirmed his suspicions that their route had taken an exciting turn for the droll. They would not see combat proper, glorious and however short against the Jedi defenders of the Praxeum- rather, they would plant boots on the space station, and for whatever reason, do some sort of operation there. Darian barely understood the point of this, but more, his anger suddenly spiked and his thirst for violence drove him.
Driving his gauntleted fist against the woman's back suddenly, without a hint of warning. He snarled in her ear, "Taab, ad'ika. Ni nu'ke baatir meh'gar jurkadir te'jetiise-" he said, daring her to question why he said so, or the amount or force he deigned proper. "Gar susulur bah'mhi, ra'ni shukur gar. Darasuum." The threat dripped off his tongue like acid as he gripped the back of her top and twisted it, leading her onto the ship where she would be trapped with two bloodthirsty Priests of a God of War and Chaos, and one of the commanding officers of the Mando'ade.
Behind himself, the chained creature keyed in the command to shut the door to the blastboat, and with an ominous creak, they were sealed in...
Preparing to board the Victory Star Destroyer...
Gannis and Seroc angled in toward the destroyer's main hangar, Gannis preparing his beskar'gam's cloaking array for immediate use. Placing one of his blasters into his lap, the larger Mandalorian bowed his head and allowed himself to meditate on the first steps he was about to take into enemy territory. A single misstep could mean his life. All viciousness aside, victory lies in preparation...
Seroc, in his own Bes'uliik, closed his eyes slowly and thought back to the first days of his training, to the moments where none of this seemed real to any of the ori'ramikade. And then, the day of his blooding came.
And Seroc's world had never been the same.
Coming in for a gentle landing- far gentler than what either of them had considered their landing would have been- both ships glided into the hangar, and they slowly powered down, Seroc the first to open his hatch. He was used to being the center of attention, now. The one who did the talking, while Gannis got everything to fall into place. This was their game, and on this board, they were masters.
Seroc, clad in full beskar'gam, with his carbine now unlocked from his back and hanging from his right hand, finger essed gently above the trigger, stood waiting for someone to greet him. Waiting, in silence, as Gannis activated the stealth array around himself, and the second ship's cockpit opened, but there appeared to be no one inside. "Identifications and ship cargo, as well as destination, please. Let's make this quick and easy, 'lek?"
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Post by Bralex Ordo on Jul 4, 2013 6:57:38 GMT -8
The red light inside the cargo area of the boarding shuttle went from red to green, signaling it was time to disembark. The two squads of six formed up. Each was perfectly capable of any situation. Each wore partial beskar'gamse,with the beskar covering their torsos and buy'cese, and their limbs having more duraplast. This allowed fr decent protect, but light weights and easier movements. Each squad member carried the DC-17m, a DC-15s Side Arm Blaster, and a bes'kad. Their were 4 rifleman in each squad, utilizing the DC-17m in the blaster configuration. One of these rifleman each had the PEP Laser attachment for non-lethal measures, and one also had the rapid-entry breaching grenade attachment. There was also one member in each squad that had the DC-17m in a sniper configuration. One also had the DC-17m in an anti-armor configuration. Squad members also had various amounts of thermal detonators and non-lethal grenades, what ever the situation required. As they exited the back of the boarding shuttle, they had their weapon up and at the ready, prepared for a fight, should it come. They spread out and took up defensive cover positions, eyeing the entrances to the hangar and covering Gannis and Seroc. The squads members didn't need to speak to each other, they knew their jobs, and their squad mates jobs. Jorax commed to Gannis and Seroc, and command back on the "Nuhatyc"
Chess pieces are on the board and ready for checkmate.
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Post by Corr on Jul 4, 2013 9:13:17 GMT -8
Shuttles and blastboats left the confines of the Aggressor, sister ships joining them from the other ships of the Mandalorian fleet as they prepared to join those establishing the beachhead on the moon below. Fighters swarmed around the various loose formations buzzing around angrily as if lamenting the lack of Jedi ships upon which to vent their fury. Some darted down into the atmosphere to seek out the recumbent defenses while others drifted around Yavin Station, patrolling where the capital ships could not for fear of the powerful Ion Cannons of the Praxeum itself.
Amid this chaos came Corr's blastboat, the Tra'vod, as it left the private hangar and move onto an approach vector to the Station. It passed near the ship of Bralex Ordo and seemed to waggle its wings slightly, as if inviting them to follow. It soon disappeared into the vast docking portal of the station, leaving the rest of the massed landing craft to await his pleasure.
Ori'gehaat'ik. Bridge.
Admiral Gathos stood staring out of the viewport with a grim expression on his weathered face. His scowl was the result of the losses from the previous day, each one being considered a personal insult by the steadfast commander of the Clan Vhett fleet. Whle Corr commanded overall it would fall to Gathos to guide the Concordian fleet in the event that their leader left for the moon below. Of the same group as Cayne, Corr, Sabine and Tray'sha Gathos shared the same camaraderie with their chieftain as the other three did, able to challenge Corr on decisions and offer feedback with none of the sugar-coating or brown-nosing that others may seek to employ. That made him particularly useful as a commander, especially as a fleet admiral seen as Corr tended to use fleets like an extension of his beskad. While he could be subtle Corr's preferred method was to kill someone then creep past their corpse in a comical, cartoon-like tiptoe, finger pressed to his visor-face's lips. He was also suited to the command by his attention to detail and by his dedication to those serving under him, hence his lamentation as to the losses they had suffered.
He closed his eyes, seeing in his mind the Jedi ship driving towards the Keldabe-Class warship "Reko". The "Brilliant Guardian" spewed flames into the void as she bleed out her vitals, gouged by the brilliant lances of Mando weaponry. Still she fought, forging on as she battered at the Reko's forward shields, closing the gap between them. Seeing the danger the "Reko" had tried to turn, Captain Haal attempting to find some distance from the doomed Jedi cruiser. All Gathos' old friend had managed to do was prevent his ships flank to the Jedi Star destroyer as both ships came together. Gathos had imagined he could hear the shriek of tortured metal as the two hulls ground together, the pointed hull of the "Guardian" piercing the Mandalorian Battleships side. The two ships twisted for a moment before the "Brilliant Guardian" detonated, taking the Keldabe with her in a fiery explosion that illuminated space above the Jungle moon, drowning out the red glow of the gas giant within whose bosom they all rested.
Gathos winced noticeably as he recalled the Victory-Class destroyer, "Torr". He had yelled to make some distance but could only watch as "Torr", caught up in the conflagration, rolling away with one side spewing flames and personnel. Grev Purka had died on that ship. A man whom he had trained at the academy in Jai'galaar. As promising a student as he had taught in over a decade. Taken in the fiery cauldron of war...
He shook his head and pushed such thoughts aside. As much as he mourned the losses he was still Kads creature and saw war as a cleansing process with which all should be grateful to participate. The deaths of those he knew, tragic as they were, would provide room for those to blossom and grow to fill their places. A fertile soil of opportunity would be left within which others, the worthy children of Kad, could forge their own stories in life. Death was just the catalyst within which Kad honed the edges of his weaponry, his Mando'ade, and should be welcomed by those participating as well as those perpetrating. Gathos smiled as he watched Corr's blastboat appear and arc off towards the station, thinking again upon their reasons for being here.
"Akaan kad'lade mhi an..."
{War hones us all...}
He muttered the words under his breath as a comm tone sounded. Turning from the viewport he made his way over to the comm station and read the report of the Victory-Class intruder over the shoulder of the man sitting at said station. He followed the progress of the pursuit and subsequent surrender of the ship, finding it interesting that there wasn't more of a struggle.
"Aruetiise!"
{Foreigners!}
He spat the word as he straightened, casting a look at the man sat besides him.
"Val'duura!"
{They disgust me!}
The man nodded but kept his silence as Gathos turned away, leaving the situation to the Mando commander on hand. He would try to avoid micro-managing this whole shebang otherwise, as his writer well knows, he'd end up getting pissed of and rage quitting.
Further out in the system the "Nuhatyc" waited as its children went forth to promote the will of Kad upon the intruders defiled hull...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2013 13:43:38 GMT -8
*Bursting forth from the vastness of hyperspace into the midst of the Mandalorian blockade, Khrogal checked his control board to ensure that the auto point defense cannon at his rear was fully powered and his shields were at full power in case those of the warrior race didn't feel like accepting his aid in the glory to come.*
*It had taken two days going at full speed and pushing his ship to the limit to get from Nal Hutta to Yavin. Making dozens of jumps from hyperlane to hyperlane before finally reaching the Hydian Way and he hadn't slept at all in that time. Instead, between jumps he re-read the message from his former contract handler on his discovery of a Mandalorian Holy War and preparing what exactly it was he was going to say to them to allow him to join in on the festivities, and in the end, he decided that he would let them initiate the discussion..*
*As he drew the Dragon's Folly on towards the fleet, he noticed on his scanners that a number of fighters were perusing a distant vessel, but found that it wasn't his concern, instead focusing on his readouts on the Mandalorian battle readiness.*
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
