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Post by Zilfer on Aug 29, 2012 19:56:10 GMT -5
Things were calm in this part of the galaxy. Commander Yarl stood on the bridge of the Sledge-Class Republic Battlecruiser Oberon. Oberon was the head of a small republic defense fleet staioned around Kalee consisting of the Hammerhead Cruiser Ryloth and two anti fighter frigates, Samson and Mab.
Oberons scanners detected a series of Cronau Radiation bursts at the far end of the system. There wasn’t a scheduled stop in this system at least for another week, so the helm reported it to the Commander Yarl.
“What’s their transponder code projecting, check it against Republic records.” said Commander Yarl, and it wasn’t long before the com master reported back. “Their not our’s Commander. Mandalorian codes, and they are headed this way.”
“Give the warning to the fleet and have them form up, Frigates out front but out of our line of fire. Tell Ryloth to put the planet between the Mandy's and themselves.” Yarl ordered as he made his way back from the Viewport to the central holo table. He pressed the button to make a ship wide alert. "General quarters! General quarters! All hands man your battle stations. General quarters, all hands man your battle stations! Captain to the bridge!"
So warned, the ship became a hive of activity. crew sprang out of racks and ships systems began powering up. The Sledge Classes were new ships but Oberon had been active for a year now and the Captain had drilled them every week for those long twelve months. They performed more than adequately, reporting ready for battle in less than a minute.
"How many ships?" Yarl asked the sensor officer.
“Impossible to tell, more are still exiting hyperspace as we speak.” At that Yarl’s eyes narrowed. He prayed his Republic was ready for this war, things were about to get bloody, and the Mandalorian menace was back to rear its ugly head. “Get me the Jedi we have on board, we’re going to need all the help we can get.”
He thanked whatever gods were out there, that some of the Jedi supported at least defending the republic worlds.
As Ryloth moved to take cover behind the planet, Mab and Samson moved up to positions a hundred kilometers off the Oberons port and starboard bow.
Ghost walked his home world. It was different now that he had been through a few campaigns of war working at first for the Empire in the Third Fleet, and the hell that had been Corellia still lingered somewhere in the back of his mind. Most days he woke up and forgot about everything but the present. It helped get by, at least most of the time. He looked over to Coin who was trying to play with a shield amplifier trying to get it to function again. He hadn’t been the same since the raid on one of the pharmaceutical fronts of Darkhand. Dice one of their companions had been captured and taken there to experiment. She had to be put down after being injected with some experimental drug CZ-11, and couldn’t control her powers.
He had tried to save Coin from the misery of putting her down; he knew humans were weak emotionally. The spiraling out of control power however made it impossible to even lift himself for the shot. Top that off with reports that Elifain Drakain had broken Sword with the force. It had been understandable Coin’s rage. He didn’t know about the darkside, but he knew about anger. If it wasn’t for Sword he was damn sure Coin would have changed.
Coin looked over to Ghost and smirked as the hum of the shield came up around his armored robes. “Told you I could get it working again.” Something so simple, brought a smile to his human face… yes his friend was simply… how his race put it. “Too human.”
“Kalee is an interesting place Ghost, how come you never told us stories about it?” asked Coin of Ghost walking up next to him. It was Ghost’s time to smile through his skull mask that he wore almost all the time.
“Word’s cannot describe it, as you can see for yourself. We are a hunter and warrior race,” said Ghost as he looked out to the forests before him. A Kaleesh temple was behind him where Coin and Ghost had spent that last two days resting.
“Do you ever think of what happened to Sword, or our Commander… Ghost? I heard the Mandalorians are now fighting the republic. Bermfad lost the Mask of Mandalore somewhere and they revolted. Or so the stories go. Ever since the Bridgeburner’s split things have been going to hell.” Said Coin a bit of vehemence in his voice. There was a pause of silence.
“No Coin, I don’t think about it. We Kaleesh have a saying, that ‘To live in the past, is to die today.’ And that is why I do not think about it. You’ll see Sword again if it is your way. It could be that your way is not what you want it to be. The Mandalorians-“ started Ghost but a message picked up on their comlink on an open broadcast channel.
“This is Republic Commander Yarl broadcasting on open channel. Mandalorian ships have been spotted in this system, Civilians are to report to nearest space port for immediate evacuation.”
From there it just repeated. Ghost and Coin looked at each other for a moment and shared a knowing between them. Despite their differences, they understood the unspoken conversation. The Mandalorians were here, and there would be blood. Ghost’s look at Coin asked if he would stay to help defend his home planet, and Coin’s stern look in reply gave all the answer Ghost would ever need.
“Let’s report to the Republic, They’re going to need all the soldier’s they can get.” Said Coin before picking up his supplies. Ghost gave one last look at what his planet looked like and closed his eyes. Remembering just in case. In the next moment he took off after Coin.
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Post by Sir Lord Ash on Sept 10, 2012 17:26:17 GMT -5
Just as there were two sides to every coin, there were two sides to every war: and a single man was stuck on the rim of it. Zwei finished reassembling his verpine rifle, did a quick functions check, and slammed a magazine in. After sending the round home, he set it up against the wall, and went to look out the window, after switching on his stealth belt.
Zwei stood in an abandoned building: not the highest, but high enough to be able to get a good view of the ground and area before him. He wouldn't only do what he needed to defend himself, and, hopefully, nag a target that was suppose to be here.
Would the man be able too, he didn't know: if it was anything like his other hunts, he would nail him with little problem. Up against the near wall with his larger laser rifle, a radio went off, and it sounded that the Mandalorians had arrived in the systems, and a mass evacuation had sounded. Zwei made sure his armor, as he was finally wearing some, was snugly fit, sat down in a chair, and watched the cloudy sky for any Mandalorian ships to arrive.
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Post by alias on Sept 10, 2012 18:03:42 GMT -5
There he was; proud as can be. Hemorrhage had just finished a job in Korriban that carried a heavy payload. The Forerunner wasn’t acting up and Hemorrhage couldn’t see anything that could ruin his moment. Hemorrhage decided some time after the job that he was going to stroll around the outer rim for pure enjoyment purposes. He took a sip of his drink and continued to maneuver his ship with ease.
As Hemorrhage was passing the planet of Kalee a radio signal went off, signaling loud warnings on repeat. The warnings told citizens to evacuate, and to do it quickly. Hemorrhage wasn’t one to typically step down from a dangerous situation. He kicked The Forerunner into gear and tried to get as close as he could to the planet without getting shot down. Elliot hear through the warnings that Mandalorians were on their way, and for the poorly garrisoned republic, this meant terrible news.
Hemorrhage decided that he wanted to play a role within this fight, and looked at his armor briefly. With a quick scan he knew that he would immediately be seen as being aligned with the Mandalorians, and he hadn’t yet decided who he truly wanted to come out on top. Hemorrhage pondered for a few moments when he decided ‘Only time will dictate my opinion.’ And then he waited.
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 10, 2012 19:56:17 GMT -5
"Captain on deck!!!" the crewman by the door shouted.
No one rose from their seat as the ship was at battle stations but most turned their head to take note of the Captains arrival. Commander Yarl looked up from the holographic display of the battle forming up in orbit and treated him. "Captain Tupalov, mandalorian fleet, just exited hyperspace, we're still trying to get a hold on numbers and exact locations."
Tupalov examined the hoot able readouts and then addressed his XO. "open a channel to the mandalorians, I want to talk to them. While I do that, put in a request for assistance from Carrion Sector command. See if task force Getty in the Gelda System can spare any ships."
Yarl nodded and went over to the coms section. They had to Channels open in moments. Yarl nodded when they were ready. Tupalov composed himself before speaking. "Mandalorian Fleet, this is Captain Sarrik Tupalov of the Oberon and Commander of Task Force Saget. Your are ordered to turn your ships around or i will be forced to blow you all up. Every minor fleet engagement in this region over the past 5 months has ended with the Republic wiping the floor with you. Our ships are more than a match for yours and so long as we hold orbit I will not allow a foothold on the ground. Retreat now and save a lot of your own lives."
With that he cut the channel, not bothering to wait for a response. He knew the mandalorian response already but he was obligated to try a peaceful solution so says the senate. "is that true?" Yarl asked quietly.
"about us being a match for them, it would be if we had something other than pea shooter ships and a 70 year old war horse watching out back. Oberon can dish it out but not for long against a force this size. Alert the 107th to get themselves in defensive position within e Capitol and to help organize the regulars. Training drills are over, it's time for the real thing."
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Post by Gamov on Sept 10, 2012 21:52:56 GMT -5
"Hold the line, men! HOLD!" Major Stroud shouted over the din of battle as rockets and missiles whined over head while mortar fire and artillery shells rained down on the capital city of Kelala.
From his position down in the mud and mire of the trenches with his men, the picture was grim. The Mandalorain onslaught had only hit their front line moments ago after the outer-most Republic defenders had finally given way under the enemy assault. They had done their best, fought their hardest, and had given their lives to spare the rear lines time to stiffen up in anticipation of the breakthrough that was imminent.
Basilisks streaked through the sky like a deadly pestilence, raining death on unwary soldiers from above. The sky seemed to be blackened by their mere presence and the thought temporarily seeped into the Majors mind that their situation was beyond hopeless.
Another mortar round crashed into the trenches, sending bodies and dirt flying in all directions. Stroud had to shield himself from the blast as he was pelted by rocks and body parts. Regaining though, he saw his men waver as part of the line began to creep backwards.
"Back on the front, soldier!" He barked as he grabbed the nearest trooper by the back of the shirt and hauled him back to the line. "Fire your weapon dammit!" His eyes burned with anger as he pointed the man's aim down range towards the advancing Mandalorian horde.
Turning away from the shaken man, Stroud wondered just how much this was all going to be worth in the end. The city burned like a biblical inferno behind them, and the enemy hadn't even breached their line yet. At this rate, there wouldn't be anything left to defend but piles of rock and ash.
"Sir, skirmishers!" Lieutenant Kovalev shouted from the left of the line, directing the Major's attention towards a rapidly advancing swarm of Mandalorian shocktroopers that had managed to push through and begin their charge on the Republic line.
"Form up on the left! You men, with me!" Stroud shouted, grabbing several dozen men from the front line and shifting them to the left to cover the gap in their lines.
"Form a firing line! Hold steady!" Lieutenant Kovalev was already in the process of bracing his line for the attack as best he could when Stroud and his reinforcements arrived to back them.
"On my mark, men! Hold...." Stroud drew the vibrosaber at his hip and held it up, the blade gleaming in the milky, white sun that was struggling to break through the iron colored sky hanging over their heads.
As the Mandalorians approached, the noise of their assault rushed forward like a wave that crashed into the Republic line with force. The sound of their battle cries mixed with the shuffling of armor and the clatter of blades as the Mandalorians drew to within firing range.
"Hold!" Stroud's icy blue eyes narrowed on the Mandalorian shocktroopers.
He counted their feverish steps, on, one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four one thousand. Stroud's heat beat out a deafening rhythm in his ears and the world seemed to slow around him. Then.... they were in range.
"FIRE!!" The Major's sword cut through the air, pointing towards the Mandalorian's as Kovalev's voice joined his own in ordering the men to open fire.
The Republic line lit up in a spectacular show of red laser bolts that poured over the advancing Mandalorians like a hail storm without end. The first like of attackers collapsed instantly, tumbling forward into the mud and dirt. But more charged in to fill their place, angrier than before, shouting a bellowing war cry at the Republic soldiers ahead of them. The next rank in their attack fell, then the third, but by the fourth they were within reach and the battle was brought to the Republic infantry as Mandalorian soldiers swarmed over their ranks and started hacking, slashing and gouging their way through the line.
Stroud brought his pistol forward and put a bolt right between the eyes of an advancing skirmisher, burying him in the mud at his feet as he toppled over. The next one through met a similar fate, then another. The enemy ranks seemed to come at them without end.
Steel clashed with steel and blood mixed with dirt as the Mandalorians pressed their attack harder and harder. The line seemed to be in danger of collapsing at any moment, yet still the Republic fought on.
The Major drew his saber against another attacker, parrying the Mandalorian's vibrosword to the side before finding a soft spot between the plates in his armor and driving his own blade home. The warrior grunted in pain and clasped a hand around the sword lodged in his stomach before Stroud took aim with his pistol and put a well placed shot right at the apex of the T visor on his helmet. As the Mandalorian slumped to the side, he peeled the body off his sword with his boot.
Sweat beaded up on Stroud's brow as the rigors of combat were beginning to catch up to him. The Mandalorians were persistent, fearing neither pain nor death as they gladly threw themselves at the guns of the Republic line in vast droves. It was attrition, that was how they planned to win. Bleed the other side until it can bleed no more.
Another round of skirmishers fought their way into the fray, sewing discord and chaos through the Republic's thinly spread line. Stroud glanced up and down in front, his chest heaving with each new breath he drew as fatigue began to set in. All around him the Mandalorians were finding more and more holes in the line. Soldiers that had been next to the Major defending their positions one minute were gone the next as the bodies started to mount in the trenches, filling it like a mass grave.
"Sir, we can't hold out here. We need to withdraw!" Kovalev said, approaching the Major.
Stroud glanced to the man, his uniform tattered and caked with a mixture of blood and mud. He assessed the situation again, looking up and down the line. The Lieutenant was right. If they held out here much longer there wouldn't be anyone left to defend the rally points at the rear of the line.
Nodding grimly to Kovelev, Stroud ordered the general retreat. "Fall back. All units disengage and fall back!"
Kovalev let out a visible sigh of relief as he nodded to the Major and started shouting the retreat order. "Pull back! Everyone pull back!"
With a word, the Republic line fractured and started retreating in a mass wave. Confusion soon swept through their ranks and some men abandoned their weapons right in the line and turned tail into the city. Others were more organized about the matter, falling back in tactical waves to provide cover for the other units still working to disengage the Mandalorians.
"Goddamn mess." Stroud said under his breath as he made his own way off the line, stealing a lasting glance back towards the smoldering ruins that used to be their front lines.
In a matter of minutes though, the sounds of victory chants started to rise up from the broken Republic line as the Mandalorians claimed their positions and took a moment to compose themselves. Stroud knew it would only be a matter of minutes before they were forced to face them all over again....
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 12, 2012 6:47:37 GMT -5
“Major!” came the call, echoing across the battlefield. “Major halt your retreat, drop and freeze! Orbital bombing incoming!”
The order came from a man in heavy combat armor used only by officers in the Republic Marine Corps. The Marine Command Armor was distinct in that most of its bulk was taken up by sensor and communications modules. The thing that stood out however was the Gold stripe on either side of helmet signifying a senior officer and the Colonel bird emblem painted in gold on the forehead.
Fitting action to words, the Colonel dropped to the ground and froze but kept his head up. Seconds earlier he’d seen the line break and the Regulars begin to fall back. He’d called up to the Ryloth for an artillery strike. The biggest advantage to holding orbit is being able to call for orbital strikes. Sure the Ryloth couldn’t pound as hard as the Oberon but it could pound hard enough.
Streaks of red light appeared in the sky and smashed down into the ground at the edges of the city. The suburbs were set ablaze but the Mandalorian formation was caught in the midst of the blasts. The former republic line was blasted to bits and the Mandalorians who had just pushed across were taken with it.
45 turbolaser blasts later and silence reigned. Smoke, dust and ash made everything difficult to see. The Colonel got up and surveyed the area using his infrared sensor. Heat plumes in the distance showed the success of the attacks but made seeing enemy locations difficult but the artillery strike had bought time at the cost of those who hadn’t evacuated the suburbs. Colonel Hawkins suspected that vaporized in orbital bombardment might have been a more pleasant fate than being left to the Mandy’s.
“Major! This is Colonel Hawkins of the 107th Marines. We’re from Oberon. I have two battalions down here on the surface. First Battalion is shoring up the defenses behind us and securing an evacuation site for retreat. Second is here with me to reinforce your line. Grab what you have and hold onto it. He need to hold Mandy back while shuttles evacuate civilians.”
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Post by Zilfer on Sept 13, 2012 12:20:52 GMT -5
Ghost peered out, they hadn't gotten the message before lasers had been starting to pour down from the sky, and sheer dumb luck placed them just outside of the radius because he really didn't trust that Coin could hold off a turbolaser shot from space from space. If it had come to it that's all that would have been between them and death so he had been thankful for at least that.
“I think it’s over,” said Ghost to Coin who was working on a set of explosives now getting them ready to stick to any place they could find left.
“Then I say we make the Mandalorians hesitant to retake the space in between, explosive traps should hinder their advance. After getting bit by a wild dog twice, they’ll think again about greedily sticking their hands into your city,” said Coin as he stood up.
“Then we best we quick about it, they aren’t going to wait forever for us to set the explosives up. What do you have left of our cache anyways?” asked Ghost knowing that they had used much of the military grade explosives that they had from the Mandalorians hunting down a fruitless battle against a Corp known as Darkhand.
“I got the good stuff, been saving it for a special occasion. Let’s just not be any where near it when they go off. After that we should meet up with the Republic forces, not sure where they need us but things are looking grim. At this rate the republic will only be able to….” Coin cut off as he saw something in the distance. Ghost turned to look and saw Kaleesh warriors gathering up and headed their way. They approached the two striding up to Ghost.
“Hail.” Said the Kaleesh in native tongue doing a gesture of greetings among warriors. “Hail” replied Ghost mimicking the gesture.
Coin sat back wondering what was being asked amongst them, wishing he had a translator. Afterward’s Ghost came over to him having talked to the warrior for a good minute.
“What is it? What did they want?” asked Coin, looking at them standing around as the warrior talked to his warband.
“They are going to charge the Mandalorians through the gap made from above,” said Ghost who watched them start to move in that direction.
“That’s suicide, don’t they know that? Their armor and heavy weapons will tear them to pieces in those rags,” said Coin as they started to go that direction. He was half tempted to run in their path and tell them to stop, but they wouldn’t understand him he thought.
“You won’t understand being human, but I will try. They go to face this threat knowing that their facing it will give their lives for others. Each soul they kill on the battlefield is one less soul that try and kill others. They go forth in with death on their heels embraced as a friend rather than an enemy. The black and red paint signify their fate yet to come,” said Ghost who said something in his native tongue that Coin didn’t quite catch.
“I think I understand… but lets make the best of their sacrifice,” said Coin.
“You still do not fully understand, this is not a sacrifice. It is a…. requirement.” Said Ghost as he nodded at Coin’s sentiments. “Lets go set these bombs up…. Go give them hell.” He whispered under his breath.
They proceeded forward setting up thermal detonator charges and high explosive charges throughout the ruined buildings trying to make it an impossible maze of explosives. By the time they were done the sound of Basilisk War Droids were coming close… dangerously close… They sprinted out of their through heavy fire from Mandalorian riflemen.
“Won’t be long no—“ said Coin before the ground shook with the first explosion closer than he had expected… or maybe he had placed to many explosives together it didn’t matter as he was thrown through the air by the shockwave crashing amongst rubble and sliding. The only thing that probably saved Coin any major injuries was his duraplast armor of Echani make. It didn’t stop him from the wall that left him seeing black….
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Post by Gamov on Sept 13, 2012 13:56:39 GMT -5
The Colonel's words almost didn't register in Stroud's mind through the chaotic battle raging around them. It took him a moment to realize that he was the one even being addressed as the Colonel came rushing towards him, ordering to hold the retreat and take cover. Once it had finally set in though, Stroud saw the urgency in the man's gestures and abruptly took them to heart.
"Hold retreat! Everyone hit the deck!" Stroud shouted across the field before diving for cover, instinctively shielding his head and neck from the blasts.
Lieutenant Kovalev carried the order out a bit further, shouting it down the ranks to any trooper who was still listening before he took cover with the Major, sprawling out on the ground in a prone position, his eyes swiveled up towards the sky as turbolaser blasts began to rain down on the former Republic line.
The trenches where they had just been standing were turned into an inferno as Republic warships hammered the location from orbit for a good minute or so before letting up. In the aftermath, the unit of Republic soldiers were slow to regain themselves, dazed by the sheer force of the bombardment that had taken place so near their location.
Major Stroud coughed, clearing his lungs as he waved smoke and dirt out of his eyes as he stood. Glancing towards the trenches, it was hard to make anything out behind the shroud of dust and debris that had been kicked up, but the stillness that filtered through it gave him all the evidence he needed to realize that the Mandalorians had been dealt with.
"Major! This is Colonel Hawkins of the 107th Marines. We’re from Oberon. I have two battalions down here on the surface. First Battalion is shoring up the defenses behind us and securing an evacuation site for retreat. Second is here with me to reinforce your line. Grab what you have and hold onto it. He need to hold Mandy back while shuttles evacuate civilians."
Stroud turned to face the Colonel as he made a quick introduction. "Thank god for the Marines." He said under his breath. "Lieutenant!"
"Sir!" Kovalev said, rushing to the Major's side.
"Rally the men, order them to dig in and hold here. I want a secondary defensive line drawn up on the double. Nothing is getting through. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir." Kovalev nodded before heading back to rally the troops and reform their ranks. It would be a tough sell to most of the men, their morale having been broken easily by the ferocity of the Mandalorian charge.
Stroud turned to Hawkins and gave the Colonel an informal salute, "Major Isaac Stroud, 82nd Infantry Division, at your service." He said. "We owe you our lives, sir."
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 14, 2012 0:08:13 GMT -5
"nonsense major, your men owe their lives to you. without that withdraw they'd have been gutted for sure." The Colonel replied. He switched channels from open to the Marine net and began issuing orders to his own troops. "Warrior, Roughneck and Hitman, link up with the Regulars and shore up defenses. Roughneck i want you center line when Mandy gets here. Hitman take the left flank, Warrior the right. Line your vehicles up as a wall to provide some more cover."
a round of "yes sirs" and "aye aye" came back over the com and second battalion began to move. 300 men in total, making 3 companies of a hundred men each. Roughneck company was a heavy trooper company and they were first to reach the front in their vehicles, civilian speeders requsitioned by the men for this battle. The heavy troopers were armed with M-55s mostly with an assault cannon here and there and two troopers carrying chip launchers.
Hitman and Warrior were just regular troopers but they were no less in the thick of it. Their stolen vehicles linied up to form some protection while the regulars dug in and they set about digging their own positions. They had three chip launchers per company and while they didnt have any assault cannons some fire teams were equiped with M41A1 Coil Rifles.
Colonel Hawkins recieved news of the Kalesh attack and relayed it to the major. "Im afraid a group of Kalesh made a suicidal attack on the mandalorians moments ago. bought us some time but they're dying in droves. Civilians are still traveling to evacuation zones though and Mandy is rebounding from that orbital strike. Lets use the time the Kalesh regulars bought us and give Mandy what for."
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Post by Zilfer on Sept 14, 2012 1:41:17 GMT -5
A skirmish happened as a Mandalorian outfit was ambushed by some of the few remaining Kaleesh warriors that had gone out in the initial strike. This was the mandate that a first attack was sent out immediately to show they would fight to the last, though they did not know it they played into the Mandalorians sense of honor as well. They would tear each other apart.
A Kaleesh dropped down from a thirty foot drop smashing a Mandalorian to the ground as a spear whipped among them and skirmishers exited. There had been twelve Mandalorians and within seconds half of them had been incapacitated or where back peddling for their footing. Blaster fire erupted killing the original Kaleesh who had started the ambush only to be slammed from the side of a charging one and into another Mandalorian. Before they had a chance to recover they were already lifted or pounded with a triplet of spears or swords. Fire erupted from the side gunning down most of the Kaleesh ambush in droves until one was left taking cover. The firing stopped.
A Mandalorian dressed in Black armor embroidered in gold stepped forward pulling out a vibrosword and activated it with a hum. "Come on, I'll give at least one of you warriors an honorable death today," said the Mandalorian as he motioned for the Kaleesh it was time for a showdown.
The Kaleesh came forward charging as it growled something in native tongue. The Mandalorian swiped the spear to the side easily enough with the flat of his blade can came in to meet the Kaleesh head on slamming into the Kaleesh's chest to give him room again. The native coughed a bit from the blow but readied himself lunging at the armored man. This time he was able to cut the spear clean off, and the Kaleesh threw down his spear tackling the Mandalorian ripping his mask off to reveal a black haired man with a scar down the right side of his face. Hand's closed quickly around his neck as the Kaleesh went for a crushing kill.
The Mandalorian wasn't through however as he grabbed the aliens arms forcing them back and himself up. With increased effort the alien's arms both snapped and he took this moment of pain to wail on the creature in front of him pounding his crushgaunts into the creature until it stopped moving.
The other Mandalorians cheered at the death of this Kaleesh before forming ranks yet again and pressing on, even the wounded continued forward. They were meant to win this battle.
Simon Grant collected his helmet and it was the only thing that stalled him long enough behind his troop before the thermal detonator's went off. Explosion's shook the ground forcing him to his feet as his troop went flying or were incinerated. He cursed looking at the losses, more explosions throughout the area erupted.
"Booby traps? Have they no honor? We'll defeat this treachery.." Simmon swore as he put his helmet back up connecting with the Mandalorian channels once again. The push had been halted but damn caution, they had killed his brothers and sisters and they would pay equally for that. He set forth with only three of the twelve he had come into battle with this day. They had died with honor, but that wasn't enough. He would have to honor him with his own slewing of republic soldiers.
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Post by Gamov on Sept 14, 2012 20:27:51 GMT -5
Isaac nodded quietly to Hawkins remark. He couldn't fault the logic. Without the withdrawal, they would have all been smoking holes in the ground by now. In the next moment, the Major shifted his attention to the battalion of marines as they moved up at the Colonel's order to reinforce the front, bringing with them some much needed support in the way of heavy weapons and vehicles.
Stroud felt a little more at ease with the marines at his back now helping him to shore up the defenses. Your run of the mill infantry division didn't get much in the way of support, unless you count overwhelming man power as support. But up against the Mandos were better armed and more heavily equipped than your standard Republic grunt, numbers didn't mean much.
As the 107th got itself into position, Stroud's attention was directed first towards Hawkins who informed him of an attack that had been made by the native Kaleesh against the Mandalorian line. A futile effort to be sure, but one that did manage to buy them some time.
Shortly afterward though, the Major's attention shifted to Kovalev who came running up to the pair.
"Major, looks like the Mandos are already regrouping for a second push." He said as he handed a pair of microbinoculars to Stroud.
Isaac took the binoculars and brought them to his eyes, adjusting the range a bit to get a clear focus. The dust from the bombardment hadn't even settled yet and he could already see several figures moving about behind the plume of smoke hanging over the trenches.
"Bastards are persistent, I'll give them that." Stroud said in frustration as he handed the binoculars back to the Lieutenant. "Have the company commanders brace their positions for another charge. When they come through that smoke, we're going to hit them with every bullet we've got." He said, echoing the Colonel's sentiments.
"Yes, sir." Kovalev nodded and headed back toward the line to relay the Major's orders.
"I appreciate your help, Colonel. I doubt we would be able to hold another charge like that, Mandos have been chewing through our units like they aren't even there." Isaac said, turning to face Hawkins again.
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Post by Zilfer on Sept 17, 2012 19:10:53 GMT -5
Explosions rocked the ground in the distance as Zilfer finished off the last of a small scouting party that had gone through the smoke no doubt to report what they had seen. The Mandalorian battlenet had probably picked up that there was a Jedi out in the field now from their shared battle info. He deactivated his silver lightsaber as the Mandalorian metal hit the ground with a thung.
“What was that I wonder… mortars?” asked Zilfer but the explosions stopped and didn’t continue beyond the first initial explosions. He felt a wave of death and knew the republic had fallen back from that mist. Just what was that? He was almost of the opinion to check it out but then they’d be caught blind sighted. Well maybe the Mandalorian’s would be as well. Hot smoke would cloud thermal sensors, as well as their normal sensors. The force could aid them in ways technology couldn’t.
“We’re going to check out what that was,” he said to his companion. He was a boy who looked just under twenty, and without looking he could already smell the boy’s smoke wafting through the air…. Or was that burning Mandalorian Beskar… who knew now. “Not long but we should be able to stint a rushed attack through the smoke, and if we’re lucky which we are. They’ll think the very shadows have come alive to haunt them.”
He was half surprised he had managed to convince the boy to do a favor for him; in return he would try and get that bounty off his friend’s head. Since Jack’s face as known and Zilfer wasn’t to these people there was a possible ploy that he could be hired on as a bounty hunter. Then a staged grab to take him in where they could… ‘Spring the Trap’ so to say.
Heading into the smoke message they proceeded through the ruins of what had once been city. Most buildings were completely gone; the one’s left standing were neigh over a story and a half tall. Moving swiftly through the smoke they encountered small amounts of Mandalorians and a quick attack and retreat proved to be quite a hindrance. It wasn’t long before they came to a figure carrying another one through the smoke. A gun was leveled their direction.
“You’re not Mandalorian, what are you doing out here?” asked the Kaleesh who appeared to be carrying a human over his shoulder.
“Funny, I was about to ask you the same question, I came to figure out what the Mandalorians were doing in here that made those booms,” said Zilfer as the smoke was beginning to make him sweat grime down his body added to the sweat already building up from the battle.
“That was us holding back the Mandalorian infantry for another few minutes, it worked they’ve fallen back for a moment, but it won’t be long before they push in harder, I suspect they’ll…” started Ghost but he never finished that sentence as a huge monstrosity lumbered into view, and he cut his sentence short.
“Besu’lik!” he yelled in Mandalorian for the word Basilisk. Zilfer turned only just in time to dodge being tread upon as it shattered the foundation nearby and continued on forward. It wasn’t the only one however, they were sending a line of Basilisk’s in… more than five of them… and he couldn’t see that far.
“This is Jedi Knight Zilfer, warning you of a counter strike of Mandalorian Basilisks headed your way through the smoke, me and a few soldiers are still left in here. Give us a few seconds before returning any large fire,” said Zilfer from his position on the ground and rolled up to a standing position. “Can you make it with him?”
“I’m sure, just try and keep pace human.” Said Ghost dropping his skull mask back on his face they started moving quickly trying to avoid pitfalls and other hazards in the smoke….
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 19, 2012 8:15:06 GMT -5
“Mandy has the muscle alright but not the conviction. They fight for honor, we fight for our lives, that’s why we’ll win.” Hawkins said in his British accent.
His men continued to dig their fox holes. The Marines were usually put on the offensive but that didn’t mean they weren’t equipped with entrenching tools. Holes were dug by fire team quickly and efficiently and with the line of vehicles providing above ground cover they had built an efficient yet ugly line of defense. “Warrior, Hitman! I want a squad from each of you to go behind our line and set up booby traps. Lay out every proxy mine we have but leave them inactive and then return to posts. If we need to retreat we’ll use them as a delaying action.”
A light on the Colonel’s HUD caught his attention and he switched com channels to the open republic frequency. “…Knight Zilfer, warning you of a counter strike of Mandalorian Basilisks headed your way through the smoke, me and a few soldiers are still left in here. Give us a few seconds before returning any large fire.”
Hawkins cursed and switched back to his local unit frequency. “Basilisk war droids headed our way. Chip launchers stand by. The rest of you hold your ground and your fire. Don’t go revealing your position to those mechanical monstrosities unless you have to.”
Hawkins switched frequencies again to the republic battle net. “This is Mike 107 Actual reporting contact with enemy war droid formation headed towards my current position. I am at 45 decimal 5 and 36 decimal 2 of combat grid 30. Enemy war droids moving west towards my line of defense and the capitol. Requesting air support.”
“Mike 107 Actual this is Oberon Ground Control. Your War droid formation has been flagged and added to our battle data. Thanks for the heads up. Ryloth will be dispatching an element of Aureks to you. ETA ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes is too slow Control. We don’t have enough chip launchers to deal with a formation of Basilisks.” Hawkins replied.
“Can’t order them to break the laws of physics Mike 107. ETA remains unchanged.”
“Understood.” Hawkins said and switched back to his unit Com. “Hitman Warrior, pull back those squads and have them keep whatever undeployed mines they still have. We might need them. M41’s prep your grenade launchers. Remember, if you get into a fight with a Basilisk and you don’t have explosives, aim for the joints. A mobility kill can be just as good as a complete kill. I want fire focused by fire teams. Not one Mandy crosses this line boys.”
The Colonel prepped his own M-55 and slid a fresh powercell into it. “Major. Does your unit have any heavy weapons?”
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Post by Zilfer on Dec 18, 2012 1:52:40 GMT -5
Zilfer's speed was only matched by Ghost's endurance as they cleared the line Mandalorians on their heels not ten second's behind and soon in blaster range. Bassilisk war droids moved foward faster than any of them however as speeders zoomed past even the basilisks towards the awaiting formation ahead. As they jumped from one broken roof to another ahead of the the Basilisk's weapons aimed forward.
"They'll decimate that lin--" started Ghost as the sound of the pulse-wave cannon charged loadly before the crescendo of silence. Then noise exploded from the basilisks and shatter missiles began to fly through the air to batter into the republic's forces.
Zilfer was struck in awe as the weapons pounded ahead of them, and he could feel the lives going at this distance. They were like long range tanks but with mobility nothing the republic had would help against these monstrosities save for high grade explosives. He averted his course straight for one of the behemoths.
"No don't, stop!" yelled Ghost as Zilfer took off on the tail of a Basilisk war droid. It was too late, and he cursed in his native tongue and to the seven holies that he'd better make it out of there alive. Without a second glance he continued forward, Coin still firmly being carried by the tall Kaleesh as he tried to pick a round about way to the Republic forces.
Out amongst the field Zilfer ignited his lightsaber, shooting across the field as if someone had hit fast forward on a holo display. Coming to a fallen building he ran up it using it as a launching point as he jumped impossibly far to land on a basilisk war droid.
Slamming against the hard metal he barely managed to hold onto a joint. He took a moment to regain his composure, but the Mandalorian rider noticed him and started to go for a gun. Blaster shots flew out at him and he swung himself up landing atop the basilisk, in front of the Mandalorian. The moment of surprise was all he needed to slice the mandalorian's rifle in half.
"You'll pay for that Jedai," said the Mandalorian as he swung at Zilfer who leaned back and was forced a step back trying to regain balance. The Mandalorian more used to riding the Basilisk came up with his vibroblade swinging at Zilfer who managed to regain his balance just in time and twist his blade to meet the vibroblade. 'There isn't enough room on this damn contraption!' thought Zilfer as he fended off the Mandalorian's rapid blows.
Seeming to have stopped the all the mandalorian's attempts he gave a roar before bull rushing him off the war machine. His grappling hook flew out to catch the Basilisk and they flew behind the Basilisk like a tail whipping in the wind. He looked down at the mandalorian holding onto his legs and tried to slash but they were whipped to the side as the war droid changed directions.
The Mandalorian pulled himself forward and a blade shot out of his gauntlet pushing it towards Zilfer's neck. He struggled against the Mandalorians arm as it slowly came closer. He wasn't going to win this fight... He slammed his head while pushing the blade aside into the Mandalorians helmet. It felt like he had just slammed his head into a hanger bay door, but it had worked the Mandalorian was dazzled just enough. With sheer force of will he powered through the pain now blossoming from Zilfer's head as a trail of blood began to trail down it forcing the vibroblade into the Mandalorian's neck.
Kicking the Mandalorian off him he proceeded forward up his grapple line unto the Mandalorian and began to slice through it with his lightsaber. As soon as he started to do this the self defense protocols kicked in trying to throw him off and smash into walls but he would not relent on the Mandalorian armor even as his lightsaber hissed and cried in defiance. The wild movements slowly died down as the machine's weapons, and electronics where served by plasma and finally he stood on top of it his lightsaber impaled straight down as it stopped moving.
Blood still leaking from his head wound he looked around, he was nigh a hundred feet from the republic line. "Well I always did like the fast way..." said Zilfer as he rushed towards the republic lines hopping to close the distance before any other enemies came rushing in. He just hoped taking out one Basilisk was enough to even the score.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 29, 2013 14:31:51 GMT -5
“Hold the line Gents!” Hawkins yelled into his suits com. “Air support is coming, just give these T-visor devils a wall to crash against!”
Unlike most everyone else, Hawkins wasn’t in a foxhole or trench or behind an overturned vehicle. He was standing out in the open, directing the battle as if there weren’t explosions all around. He moved from flank to flank, checking on the men and adjusting their fields of fire in order to better focus their attacks.
The lead War Droid in the Mandalorian formation was taking the brunt of the fire. Mostly small arms, focusing on the joints in hopes of slowing them down or killing their mobility. Once it got within range, the grenade launchers gave it a try but the grenades were meant to kill organic soldiers with concussive force and shrapnel, not smash armor. Their only hope was the Chips.
Their limited numbers and ammo meant they could never hope to take on the war droids all by themselves but Hawkins was directing them to push them back, hoping to slow them down. The chip launchers fired against the lead war droid.
Return fire from the Mandalorian line lit up the horizon as dozens of missiles launched and arced towards them. “Incoming barrage!” Hawkins shouted. He didn’t duck or even get low. He actually got straighter and faced the incoming missiles. “Come on Mandy, right here! Right here! Right in my god damn nose! “ He yelled, pointing to himself with his left hand and firing his rifle from the hip with his right.
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