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OOC:This thread is closed to only the people who have so far signed up, so that it doesn't look weird when someone out of nowhere states "You are breaking the truce, I am bombing you, blah, blah, blah...". If you want to join, please sign up in the thread below:
Sign Up Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=404726&page=1&pp=15)
If you're going to sign up, please tell me through telegram or the thread above so we can find a proper way to RP you into the war. It'd look wierd if you just popped up out of nowhere.

On another note, I'll start the tradition.

[Star Wars Theme Song]

STAR WARS: MANDALORIAN WARS
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
It is approximately four thousand years before the Galactic Empire. The Republic was under great pressure rebuilding both the galaxy and the Jedi from the Sith War with Exar Kun, and Ulic Qel-droma.

The Mandalorians, a fierce warrior race, used this as an advantage to attack and conquer a weakened republic. Powerful, aggressive, skilled and fearless, the Mandalorians are a dangerous foe. Their war had begun.

Now, above the jungle moon of Dxun, Mandalore began his crusade upon an unsuspecting republic...

(OOC: This is free-form storyline. That means that the outcome can be either Mandalorians or Republic. So you don't have to follow the storyline in KOTOR I and II.)

Tag until Kay posts

OOC: Here's a pre-war post...

IC:

<---=+=------<Pirate Log - 946-154-B82>------=+=--->
Chief Scientist Salaza's findings on project Omega.
<DATA TRANSFER>

Subjects 84, 86, and 93 are dead. Cause of death is to be determined; though their bodies had third-degree radiation burns similar to those of phazon-enduced shock victems. 84 and 86 still had low-level life readings, but scans show their brans were useless. They were promptly fed to our limited Metroid population. Subject 93 was too damaged to be "recycled" by the Metroids. His body has been cremated. This comes as troubling news, for these three were our greatest hope for project Omega's completion. We shall have to continue monitoring those successful cases, lest they end up like the three test subjects. We have all six of them under deep-freeze, ready to be awakened when all tests prove normal. So far it seems they have no major genetic flaws, and have adapted quite well to Phazon-to-Phazon molding.

I have recently filed a supplies' and reenforcement request for our base. Dxun, as isolated a planet as it is, remains relatively out in the open. Our base may be shielded by stealth, but any jungle-going travelers would be able to find the Frigate hull deep within the jungle. Our small group of 500 Commandos is hardly comforting enough; especially since Metroid populations have recently reached 162. I only feel comfortable with a 5 Commando to 1 Metroid ratio, and am not afraid to admit I am having problems sleeping at night. Appart from internal strife, there seems to be very little going on in the outside world. A small group of humans stumbled across the Frigate site earlier this day and were promptly desposed of; their bodies were brought inside and experimented upon. One human was fed to the Metroids.

I can only hope Central Command will get my request soon.

<---=+=------<END LOG>------=+=--->

OOC:WTF??? metroids???? waaa??? i thought that this was STAR WARS lol. if im wrong, then i apoligize, but metroids ARNT in star wars are they?....

Sensing the growing Madalorian threat Harold began to think how should he respond when the war broke out weather to go to war before the Council agreeded on it or go to war if they didn't.

The Mandalorian fleet skirted the radar sensor ranges of the unknown Jedi Armada. The scouts from Dom had intercepted communications and investigated, finding illegal contacts in Mandalorian space.

As far as the Clan of Domovoi were concerned, borders were beyond sacred, and these Jedi's would pay with blood.

OOC:WTF??? metroids???? waaa??? i thought that this was STAR WARS lol. if im wrong, then i apoligize, but metroids ARNT in star wars are they?....

OOC:This is Star Wars, but the Space Pirate Fleet uses similiar technology with different names, just how the rakatan call disruptor rifles 'charrics'. It takes some decoding to figure it out, but overall it is pretty cool. The SPF is a planet of their own. Their allegiance? Who knows. We'll just see soon enough...

IC:

Admiral Herede observed his fleet, his flagship Central in the repair bay on Coruscant. The sky was adrift with clouds, and the stars were bright, showing that dusk was about to hit. The air was fresh and fertile, unlike the metal which he walked and stood upon. He was in the medical area of the Republic coreworld, watching his men, the men who were crippled fighting the Sith forty years ago, waste away, unable to move, floating in the silky bacta tanks.

As Jedi Master Slipknot's scout ships flew over the Mandolorian planet, fellow Jedi Master Slayer interupted Master Slipknot's thoughts.

"So, this is Mandaloria?"

"Indeed, Slayer. My visions tell me of a great war happening here. The Republic and the Mandolorians."

"Well," proclaimed Slayer, "I guess we will side with Palpatine and the Republic?"

"Indeed."

As Slayer was about to leave the room, Master Slipknot suddenly started looking as if he was in pain. Master Slayer ran to him. After Slipknot snaped out of it, he rose to his feet.

Slayer asked him, "Sir, what was the problem? Are you O.K.?"

Slipknot held his head in confusion, breathing hevily. "I saw death"

Slayer wondered. "Sir, thats what happens in wars, we can not help it."

"No! It was not the war! It was differant." Master Slipknot sat down. "I saw Jedis... dying painfully! It was horrible. PAINFUL as well! The worst was... it was the Sith killing them...lead by a figure in a dark robe that covered his eyes. I saw his face. I could';ve sworn it was... it couldn't be!"

"Who was it, sir? Who?" yelled Master Slayer.

"It was.... Palpatine!"

They sat down. After talking for a while, Slipknot said, "This war! We cannot get involved!"

"But sir, the Jedi Council would demand we enter."

"Well, not now. We must wait it out for my visions to become clear. Tell the Jedi Master Alkaline Trio and Master Green Day Fleets to hold position untill further notice."

"Yes, sir!!" As Master Slayer left, Master Slipknot went into meditating.

Above the Khiraebanaa clan's homeworld, khiraebanaa (obviously lol) a man stood in his office, looking out at the construction yards. The 100 Maurader Class corvettes were nearing completion. The 25 Carrack Class light cruisers were also nearing completion. It was almost time to make their move...

Jedi Academy, The temple of a thousand fountains, Coruscant...

Admiral Herede walked among the young students who were learning the force, the ways of the Jedi. He was happy at the progress, and showed his pride among the younger students, those who were aged extremely young. The Jedi Master, a tall, stroking Twi'lek, with a cumbersome set of robes and a short orabish purple lightsaber, smiled back at Herede softly, and walked over to him, as another Master took over his duty.

"What young students we have, am I correct?" The Jedi Master wisped.

"Yes. The Republic is indeed fortunate to have such willing students help balance it." Herede answered.

"Willing? Oh no, Admiral." The Jedi Master responded. "Such a strong brashfullness leads to the dark side."

"Of course." Herede responded, remembering the war of Exar Kun all too well. Although he was merely a foot soldier during the war, he learned the strength, and even more, the weaknesses of the Jedi, and that a single force adept could change the face of the galaxy forever.

"I sense a disquiet in you. Am I correct?" The Master asked pompously.

"Yes. I was just, just, picturing what happened on Yavin IV." Herede answered, at the last stand of the Jedi against the Sith.

"It..." suddenly, the Jedi Master stopped his converse, and he carefully looked around cautiously. After a single moment, he whispered to himself, although dangerously, he seemed to take a certain care to his words, "There is a disturbance within the Force."

Herede did not know what that meant, except for the Jedi, although helpful, would certainly prove their doom. Hopefully his accusations were wrong.

OOC:East Lithuania, I'm just curious. What timeline are you rping at? This is set four years before the rise of galactic empire.

ooc:four THOUSAND!!!??? are u sure? oh well.... i guess my guy has very very very long visions... idk. I'm trying to find out a way to get a reason to side with the Mando's.

OOC:Perhaps you could become corrupted? I'm waiting for the Mandolorians to respond, so the real action could begin.

IC:

Another raid happened. The civil war on Hevra'Tazz caused the Republic to suffer even more. The cause of this terrible news was unknown, although it was tied to heavily coded transmissions in the outer rim. Although it may just be the ruthless Hutts encoding their freighters, Herede's close friend, the Jedi Knight Aurdo Nissk did not agree. Something was wrong, and the Jedi are the only ones who have detected the imbalance of the galaxy.
Herede was eager to see what was the problem, however, his ship was still in the repair bay. It would take a couple standard months to fix a ship that large with that much damage on it. He had to be patient.

(OOC: Mandalorians, if you want to RP, then go ahead. It would be cool on how you guys would play it out.)

OOC: Uh...is Dxun going to be invaded, or should I change the bases' location?

IC:

<---=+=------<Pirate Log - 678-680-Z85>------=+=--->
Chief Scientist Salaza's observance on Fleet Movements within the last 48 hour period.
<DATA TRANSFER>

Over the last two days, I have been communicating with various deep-space radar personel about a number of strange occurences. Kaz, our Chief Communication's Expert, has informed me of a 68% increase in Foreign fleet movements over the last 48 hour period. Of these 73% appear to be ships belonging to the Xenos Civilization "Mandelorian." These violent humans are concidered a Mu-Class Threat by Central Command, and should be treated with extreme caution. I have heard reports of entire fleets having to be called in to silence a single Mandelorian capital ship. If such accounts are true, then their increased activity in this sector presents a major problem. The remaining 26% appear to be Republic warships. Republic Task Forces have disrupted several Space Pirate bases within the last ten cycles. In each case, Pirates refused to surrender and instead initiated the self-destruct sequence. Station Lightning Force was destroyed only 2.6 cycles ago by a Republic Task Force commanded by those interesting creatures known as "Jedi."

"Jedi" are concidered a Double-Omega-Class threat by Central Command. We must assume that the Republic warships have Jedi onboard, and prepare to deal with them as such.

The requested Renforcements are en route as we speak. An estimated 1,500 Standard Infantry, 400 Commandos, and 50 Aerotroopers are ariving via the Frigate Ocertion. I know its captain, Captain Falsazag. He's a good leader and he'll get here as soon as he can.

In the meantime, we are running at Enhanced Stealth Level 1. Only necessary equipment is running, power consuption is at a minimal 2%, and all non-essential Metroids have been put into assisted sleep. Once reenforcements arive, we are planing to return to Basic Stealth Level 5.

Until then, we can only wait.

<---=+=------<END LOG>------=+=--->

In space, the Frigate Ocertion completed its final jump and arived over the Jungle planet of Dxun. It began to head towards it, full speed ahead.

OOC: Depends on what the Mandalorians do.

OOC:No, i don't wanna be corrupt Jedis, b/c that really can't happen. I wanna make my dude see the far, far future... unless it's godmodding... then DAMN!!!!

Another man came through the man's door 27 hours later.
"Sir, all of the ships have been completed. All of our transports are ready to go as well sir. We are ready to launch the offensive."
"Excellent. Make sure that all of our men are accounted for, and that all ships, as well as the decoys, are ready to go. Start loading the slaves."
"Yessir, ill get it done within the hour sir."
"Good."
As the other man turned to leave, he posed a question the man in full Mandolorian combat armor did not want to answer.
"Sir, where are we going?"
"You dont need to know that. After we have taken off and are in-route, all members of the battle group will be informed. Im sorry Drakis, security. While i am not afraid of an invisible force, i MUST recognize its uses and the problems it creates."
"I understand sir," sighed Drakis. "But, Draxz, you know i like to be ready in advance sir."
"I'm sorry, i cant," said Draxz.
"Of course not sir, ill get on the loading of the slaves now." And with that, a series of events was set into motion that many of the galaxies denizens would speak of for thousands of years. The Mandolorian Wars were going to be started in full, in a matter of days to come.

OOC:No, it's not godmoding. Darth Traya could see nearly 5,000 years into the future.

IC:

As Herede walked around the glistening fountains of the Academy, he was approached by his aide, a short lanky little man with neon blue (yes, blue) hair. The aide was dorming his usual rushed appearance; the untidy clothing and mismatching gloves and socks.
"Sir! I have news." The aide responded.
"What news?" the Admiral Herede asked intently.
"A large channel of frequencies have been detected in the outer rim. It was near the location of the beginning chokepoint of the civil war on one of the planets. Large Ion emissions are detected." The aide answered precariously.
"Hmm." Herede thought. "Send a recon squad to investigate the source of these energy and computer signatures. Deploy green squadron as escorts."
"Yes, sir." The aide answered, as he ran back to the military academy almost down the street.
"I must go check with my fellow Admirals for this. This is unnatural." Herede repeated to himself.

Meanwhile, at the Republic Airbase on Katarr, closest Republic controlled sector to the energy signatures...

"I don't know why we do this for such a meager wage. I deserve at least 2,500 more credits for this bull. Smells like another conspiracy to me." A fighter chattered through his mouthpiece as he boarded a republic fighter.
"1-A2, Shut up." Another fighter responded.
"Well, whatever the prob is, there better be a bonus for this." Another fighter speeched.
As they sat down in their pods, the airbase hangar doors opened up, and their fighters began to slip out of the metal airbase, over the lush forests of Katarr.
"Remember, Green Squad; escort, not engage. I know some of you crazy nuts out there have just been drinking some pretty damn cheap Juma juice." The captain scowled out through his mouthpiece.

OOC:No, it's not godmoding. Darth Traya could see nearly 5,000 years into the future.

IC:

As Herede walked around the glistening fountains of the Academy, he was approached by his aide, a short lanky little man with neon blue (yes, blue) hair. The aide was dorming his usual rushed appearance; the untidy clothing and mismatching gloves and socks.
"Sir! I have news." The aide responded.
"What news?" the Admiral Herede asked intently.
"A large channel of frequencies have been detected in the outer rim. It was near the location of the beginning chokepoint of the civil war on one of the planets. Large Ion emissions are detected." The aide answered precariously.
"Hmm." Herede thought. "Send a recon squad to investigate the source of these energy and computer signatures. Deploy green squadron as escorts."
"Yes, sir." The aide answered, as he ran back to the military academy almost down the street.
"I must go check with my fellow Admirals for this. This is unnatural." Herede repeated to himself.

Meanwhile, at the Republic Airbase on Katarr, closest Republic controlled sector to the energy signatures...

"I don't know why we do this for such a meager wage. I deserve at least 2,500 more credits for this bull. Smells like another conspiracy to me." A fighter chattered through his mouthpiece as he boarded a republic fighter.
"1-A2, Shut up." Another fighter responded.
"Well, whatever the prob is, there better be a bonus for this." Another fighter speeched.
As they sat down in their pods, the airbase hangar doors opened up, and their fighters began to slip out of the metal airbase, over the lush forests of Katarr.
"Remember, Green Squad; escort, not engage. I know some of you crazy nuts out there have just been drinking some pretty damn cheap Juma juice." The captain scowled out through his mouthpiece.

OOC: Uh...whose this directed at? Just for clarification, I think whenever someone posts interactions between two groups just put a little (OOC: Name of the people you're interacting with) before the post. That'll make stuff clearer. Otherwise, we're going to have a hard time figuring out whose talking to who.

OOC: Yeah. Forgot about that. The IC was directed at the Space Pirates and the Mandalorians. My troops haven't found out the problem yet, but we are checking it out using a recon squad to 'investigate' the problem. Next time, if I'm being vague or such, I'll post who it's aimed at. My OOC was aimed at East Lithuania.

OOC: Yeah. Forgot about that. It was directed at the Space Pirates and the Mandalorians. We haven't found out the problem yet, but we are checking it out using a recon squad to 'investigate' the problem. Next time, if I'm being vague or such, I'll post who it's aimed at.

OOC: Cool, cool. I thought as much ^_^ Just wanted to be sure...

As soon as Khiraebanaa launches the attack, which tragicly gets the Ocertion in the middle of the fight, I'll post again.

OOC: Jedis could be useful.

IC: Several teams of Mandalorian technicians marched double time through the emergency air lock. Their modified tan body suits would protect them from the harsh temperatures outside of the Domovoi's ship port. As the thick blast door pulled away, the planet's endless orange dunes sloped into the distance. They were the size of small mountains, always changing, keeping the planet impossible to map.

The unknown homeworld of the Domovoi was kept secret other than extremely high ranking officials of other mandalorian tribes, ensuring no other knew about it. That's what was causing all of these alerts--an unidentified ship had just deaccelerated above the atmospher of the mostly unknown planet.

As the engineers sprinted across the small hills of the mountains of rusty sand, several armed blasters. A droid hovered behind them. As they neared the nearest valley, they saw the smoking ruins of several scout droids.

The team leader opened a private com channel and directed his armed engineers to surround the droid. His own lowered its small blast cannon and waited for orders. When his team was in place, the leader stood and fired a small burst towards the droid and then lay prone quickly. He heard its haunting mechanical communication algorithms as it came towards him slowly.

After a brief shootout, the droid lay disabled. His own robot hovered over silently, and began to pack the droid up. The team leader smiled at his accomplishment. Not one mistake. His lord would appreciate that, he knew. But, of course, nothing was that easy.

A light howling began, suddenly. His relaxed state caused him to be completely unprepared. The team leader was instantly lifted off his feet and thrown hundreds of metres away from the base.

A legendary Domavian sandstorm had begun.

OOC: just wonderin, do you guys have a preference as to WHERE i attack? want me to hit a specific place to trigger some event(s) or something? ill wait till you respond to attack.

EDIT: or maybe not lol

"Sir, all ships are prepped. Would you like to launch the attack?" Drakis came striding into the room with Draxz in it.
"Yes, its time to begin. I'll go get on one of the troop carriers. I will make an announcment over the comm. system to the whole battle group announcing our departure. I will then remotly program all of the nav. comps. with the coordinates and we will enter hyperspace. I will inform everyone of our destination then. You will have a 2 day flight, more than enough time to prepare a landing strategy. Good luck Drakis."
"The same to you sir."
"Live strong; die well my friend."

After Draxz had boarded one of the transports, he opened a comm channel to the whole battlegroup.
"To all of the men of this fleet. We are going against a well armed, but un-knowing foe. The Republic is STILL weakened by the Sith war which took place more than 60 years ago. If it takes you that long to recover, you might as well give up. This is a lesson we are going to teach them. As you are all aware, recent raids have been linked to the Republic. All accusations have been denied, or ignored. Many of you knew some of the lost souls in those raids. THIS my friends and fellow soldiers, is a sweet thing called revenge. It is time to unleash the Mandolorian spirit upon these fools."
When he ended, every Mandolorian responded with "Live strong; die well!"
Draxz programmed the nav. comps and they were off.

He opened the comm. to the fleet again. "Well gentlemen. We are headed to Onderon. Start you planning for an accurate and relativly safe landing zone. I want all squad commanders answers in 24 hours."

Jedi Master Slipknot lay there on the bed. Thoughts ran faster and faster in his mind. Are my visions true? Will the future of the Jedi be destroyed? Or am I going insane? He knew he couldn't be sure yet... but he also knew that someone else had to know as well. He had to alert the Jedi council!

OOC: I would perfer if you invaded Dxun at least somewhere. I mean, you've got a big army. You could fight in more than one place.

IC:

<---=+=------<Pirate Log - 823-480-C85>------=+=--->
Chief Scientist Salaza's observance on Fleet Movements: Conclusion
<DATA TRANSFER>

Our worst fears have been realized. Our long-range scanners have reported multiple fleet movements within the last three hours. An all-out invasionary force has been detected across sectors 98, 12, 15, 72, 91, 26-34, 64-67, and 82. Central Command has confirmed that Mandelorian forces have begun to mobilize throughout the Galactic Rim. Already, a large fleet has passed by our hidden forces in secort 72. Admiral Kahzaksza has ordered all Space Pirates to be on heightened alert. Any Mandelorian vessels that engage in open combat with Space Pirate forces are to documented, reported, and engaged.

Unfortunately, our forces are painfully small here. A full-fledged invasion force could destroy us...though not without heavy casualties of their own. I wonder...should we...awaken him...

...no the risk is too great. Only as a last resort. Only then.

Republic forces seem to be almost non-existant: save for a few passing warships in isolated sectors. It seems as though the Republic is completely unaware of the coming Mandelorian onslaught. We have no love for the Republic; so we have no reason to warn them. We shall gladly watch as the Mandelorians exact our revenge for those whose lives were taken. However, what worries me is what will happen after the Mandelorians take over? Shall they hunt us down and destroy us? The Space Pirates would put up a fight, but we don't have the resources in this Galaxy to deal with such a large threat. Our position on this matter remains unclear; and Central Command seems to have no idea of what to do.

On a more positive note, the Ocertion has sent a transmission: they will be ariving within six hours. Already we can already track its bulk descending into the atmosphere; although local sensor readings are being jammed lest local authorities detect the Frigate approach.

On another positive note, I recently recieved a report about project Omega. All six test subjects have checked out: they are perfectly fine. A second diagnostic is being run now, but I doubt the results will be different. If they are ready in time, we shall have a discisive weapon against the Mandelorian and Republican forces.

<---=+=------<END LOG>------=+=--->

24 hours later, a plan was ready, and they were already running through it all over the fleet. The fleet would be cut into 2 groups. group A was going to come out right infront of Dxun. It would consist of 10 Mauraders and 2 Carracks. Group B would consist of the remainder of the Mauraders and Carracks and would continue past the planet and micro jump behind the enemy forces once group A contacted them and called them in. They would easily destroy anything inbetween them as the enemy ships would undoubtably have all there shields front to protect them from the only seen threat. After the enemy space forces had been destroyed, the troop transports would be called in and the mauraders would strafe the enemy base. As they were designed to be atomosphere capable, the would have no problem avoiding any ground based defenses. (they have an atomospheric speed of 1200 kph and the manuverabily of a TIE fighter. obviously the turns are not as sharp as they are many times a TIEs size, but you get the idea.)

"All units," broadcast Draxz, "15 minutes until revert to realspace. Group B, 10.1 minutes. B, come in on A's signal. Good luck."

Group A reverted to real space above the planet Dxun. The battle was on.

As Prec Salco wandered through the Jedi Temple, on Coruscant, he began to sense something in the back of his mind: death. It was of the DarkSide. Prec wandered toward a HoloNews Terminal, and pushed the 'on' button.

This just in. We have heard reports of an unknown fleet attacking the Republic rim world of Onderon. We have, as of yet, no idea who these invaders are nor what they want. More news will arrive as we can get it.

As Jedi Master Slipknot's scout ships flew over the Mandolorian planet, fellow Jedi Master Slayer interupted Master Slipknot's thoughts.

"So, this is Mandaloria?"

"Indeed, Slayer. My visions tell me of a great war happening here. The Republic and the Mandolorians."

"Well," proclaimed Slayer, "I guess we will side with Palpatine and the Republic?"

"Indeed."

As Slayer was about to leave the room, Master Slipknot suddenly started looking as if he was in pain. Master Slayer ran to him. After Slipknot snaped out of it, he rose to his feet.

Slayer asked him, "Sir, what was the problem? Are you O.K.?"

Slipknot held his head in confusion, breathing hevily. "I saw death"

Slayer wondered. "Sir, thats what happens in wars, we can not help it."

"No! It was not the war! It was differant." Master Slipknot sat down. "I saw Jedis... dying painfully! It was horrible. PAINFUL as well! The worst was... it was the Sith killing them...lead by a figure in a dark robe that covered his eyes. I saw his face. I could';ve sworn it was... it couldn't be!"

"Who was it, sir? Who?" yelled Master Slayer.

"It was.... Palpatine!"

They sat down. After talking for a while, Slipknot said, "This war! We cannot get involved!"

"But sir, the Jedi Council would demand we enter."

"Well, not now. We must wait it out for my visions to become clear. Tell the Jedi Master Alkaline Trio and Master Green Day Fleets to hold position untill further notice."

"Yes, sir!!" As Master Slayer left, Master Slipknot went into meditating.

OOC: Dude...Palpatine doesn't even exist yet. And stop naming your Jedi after bands

Jedi Knight Chronos De Drakan awoke in a cold sweat, a prescience flooding his mind, a cold fear that passed over him in a wave of death, anarchy and violence. A war was brewing. As he rose, barechested, save for the robe draped over his shoulders; he keyed into the Holonet, and felt himself shirk at the sight of it....
Indeed, war was brewing, if not here. He moved quickly, dressing and moving out into the bustling streets of the Heart of the Republic, Coruscant.

His eager feet took him to the temple, where he finally found that which he sought. Bowing lightly, he went down on one knee, before his Master.
"Master Jeriacor" He bowed his head. "I understand that there has been a fleet movement against the republic.
The Older mans eyes softened, laughing slightly.
"Indeed; but you should not trouble yourself yet. We know not the extent of the threat. Already the Council debates and young hotheaded Knights; Revan and Malak's brood, seek to hurl themselves into the potential tumult."
"But Master, why do not sit at the meeting?"
"My apprentice, I know all I must for now. The Council's judgement is fine with being colored by my views. I have decided, to step down from the Council for now."
"I see...If it comes to war, Master, what shall we do?"
Severino Jeriacor paused, thinking, his brow seeming to furrow.
"If it comes to that, then I shall defend the republic, as best I can. As I did before, in the time of Kun. So little time has passed, and now we are again threatened." He placed his hand on Chronos' shoulder, patting it lightly, beckoning him to walk with him. "We can only rely on our strength in the Force to guide us"

"Where are the engineers?"

"Gone, sir. Swept away. It would take years to find them."

"Indeed. Send several droids...but it is time to investigate that ship."

"Quite right. We've detected seven radar hits, so it's repeatedly scanning us. Maybe it thinks this base is abandoned--"

"--Masters!" the new man gasped for breath, running in from behind them, "the ship has sent four transports heading towards us. Armed and bristling with troops and probably vehicles."

"Ready point defense. Arm the ground forces, and call an airstrike from Xejac. Lay in wait, let them enter the base from airlocks Main, Tarot, and Delta. Have infected bacta released."

"It will be so."

"Hey T1-M2, you see anything?" A fighter pilot asked his droid.

The droid clicked and chirped positively, as the republic fighters began to swerve down to the jungle surface planet of Dxun, the occasional roaring of the beasts spending chills down the fighter's planes.

A sensor droid was dispatched from every fighter, and they twisted in midair joyfully as they zoomed around the hazy clouds. Soon, after what seemed like hours, they stopped, and heard a definite clicking on one of the sensors.

"Negative signals, Green Captain." A technician blurted out.

"Good. I want all men ready to return to Katarr." The captain commanded in his brisk voice on the comm.

As the fighters surged up from the clouds and into the black voids of space, they had to bear witness to a horrifying sight. Massive warships fleeted above the majestic world of Onderon, and giant cannons mounted on the ends of the capital ships, although not charged yet, had their sights locked. Basilisk pods, almost as difficult to notice as the mandalorian warships, had giant ion emissions purging from their back.

In the other end of their sight, a small fleet of cloaked warships descended upon the mandalorian threat, surveying their movements, their ion emissions and communications simple and unclear. The Mandalorians were going to take Onderon, and the Space Pirates were watching.

"Bring your men back! Let's go to Hyperspace in 3...2...1...Punch it!" As the void opened up, and Green Squadron took the shortcut to Katarr.

Meanwhile, in Coruscant...

The Admiral recieved another message from his aid, the short lanky blue haired boy that followed him around in messy clothing and shaken uniform. Herede was having a rich cup of Juma Juice.

"Sir. Mandalorian Warships have been spotted. They're in high orbit over Onderon and Dxun." The aide exclaimed.

"Onderon is not part of the Republic. Ignore any pleas for help, until they join. As for the Mandalorians, ignore them as well." Herede coldly answered.

"Sir. Space Pirates have also been found monitoring Mandalorian fleets." The aide responded.

"Space Pirates, you say? They have grown in power since forty years indeed. But ignore them for now. Right now the Republic's priority is the Jedi." Herede retorted commandingly, as he sipped another strong stab of Juma Juice.

Revan stood in front of the Jedi Council, trying to persuade them to take action.

"We have to act now before things get to out of hand," he said.

"Although a small threat has shown itself, we sense that there is a greater one that has yet to reveal itself," Master Dorax said.

"This is a disturbance in the force that we have all felt,' chimmed in another.

"I haven't felt it and besides what you are feeling is most likely the conflict at hand," Revan answered.

"No. It is not. Now return to you studies."

Revan left the Council chambers feeling a little frustrated. Malak Was waiting outside for him. "How did it go?"

"Ready the fleet," Revan said as he walked on past.

"Sir! We've just recieved a distress call from Onderon!" the aide reported.

"I told you; as long as they are not-" Herede started, but was cut off shortly.

"They have agreed to sign with the Republic after this war! Queen Talia is requesting help! Mandalorians are beginning an invasion of Onderon!" The aide chimed hurriedly.

"How large is the invasion fleet?" Herede asked.

"Hundreds of Thousands of Basilisks." the aide answered, watching holovid.

"We cannot hope to defeat that. The republic is still rebuilding. We must get the aid of the Jedi! He stood up from chair, and walked out of the hub, the ships zooming above. As he raced his way around, he saw Revan and Malak, frustrated, walking down the pathway of the Jedi Academy.

"Master Jedi!" Admiral Herede called out.

you guys have too much time on your hands

Severino turned, watching as Malak and Revan left, before approching them. "Hail! Malak, Revan, I trust your audience went well?" He smield wryly. "I do not believe I have introduced my Apprentice, Jedi Knight Chronos De Drakan.
He turned, watching as Chronos bowed, half in respect, half it would seem in absolute awe.
"I am honored" The young man watched the two, eager to hear of what had come to pass


OOC: I was thinking, could this spill over into the Jedi Civil War? Cause that'd be cool...to RP that too. Just an idea

OOC: Talia is so darned young in KOTOR II that she is no more than a kid in the Mandalorian War (15+ years prior). Onderon, also, has been a member of the Republic since before the Exar Kun War (40+ years prior KOTOR).
And, Keblukistan, how is being a nerd bad? The richest man on Earth, Bill Gates, is a self-described nerd, and he owns 90% of the Microcomputer Market. Steve Jobs is a nerd, and he owns another 9% of the market.
IC: Prec Salco listened as Malak gave the speech: "The Council is wise, but they will take too long to deal with this threat. We would like to obey the Council, but the Republic will fall before they act." As Salco walked to join the other Jedi with Malak, Bastila said: "No. We must listen to the Council in their wisdom. We must obey the council. Please!" she said as the Jedi left her and went to the transports taking them up to the Republic fleet. Bastila and a few other padawans were left there, obeying the Council, while hundreds of Jedi left to aid the Republic.

"I want all forces to enter Hyperspace within the hour." Admiral Herede commanded, as his aide rushed around the bridge of his newly fixed ship, the engine thrusters gleaming and the blaster cannons shining with such brilliance.
"Yes, sir." His enthusiastic aide replied.

As his fleet was readying to prepare to jump to Hyperspace, Herede was in the center of the a thousand fountains, pleading to the Jedi Council to take action. "The republic needs assistance against Mandalorian offense."
"We respect the republic and have sworn to defend it, Admiral, but there is another threat looms past the Mandalorians." A Jedi Master stated.
"But there are thousands of signatures on this petition! You cannot deny the will of the people!" Herede fought back.

"You are young, Admiral, yet skilled beyond your years." Another Jedi spoke up, "However, you are not a Jedi, and if you could hear the Force, then you would know what is wrong. It is not the Mandalorians who are the threat."
"Bah!" Herede contorted, dropping the Petition, as it shattered to thousands of fragments, at the feet of the Jedi Council. "You don't see it? If the republic falls then we'll all be speaking Mandalorian, assuming you're still alive."
"Leave us be, Admiral." Another Jedi Master spoke up.

One Hour Later, in the flagship Central

"Alright men, get ready to jump to Hyperspace. We should arrive at Onderon not too long. Now go." Herede commanded to the Lieutenant, as the stars began whirl fowards, and a distinct lunging swept across their sturdy faces.
"Fleet on course to Onderon." A lieutenant said.

OOC: Dude...Palpatine doesn't even exist yet. And stop naming your Jedi after bands
OOC:1. Let's just say he saw Palpatine be Head of the Republic or something. anbd 2.My force name is rock... thats why they're named after bands.

IC:

The connection was made and Master Vandar was seen on the transmiter.

He spoke. "Ah, Master Slipknot, long time no see. How are things Mandoloria?"

"So far," answered Slipknot, "no battles have been seen as of yet."

"Good, good then." After a while... Vandar was seen sensing something.

Master Slipknot spoke. "Vandar.... are you.... alright, sir?"

Vandar answered. "I sense great fear in you. Something is wrong. You've seen something, haven't you."

"Yes, master." He answered. "I have had vision over the night. They show the Jedi falling by the thousands. I have not seen so much chaos ever. Do you believe these visions are true?"

"Hmmm... maybe. So, Jedi destruction you say? This is no good. Who causes this chaos?"

"The Sith, and some Dark Jedi's."

"The Sith, eh? This is definatly not good."

"Yes, but the worst part is, The Sith lord... he looks like... he looks like he's someone from the Republic!"

"Oh my! I must meditate on this. I will be back."

"Yes sir."

The transmition ended.

OOC: Lithuania - Yoda won't be born for another 3100 years.

OOC: Exactly. This is WAAAAAY Before Even Episode One. The Mandalorian Wars occur before the Jedi Civil War of Malak and Revan ala KOTOR

OOC: Uh...BTW...you guys don't know that I'm even here...let alone that I have a base...on Dxun. The Mandelorians and Republic fleets should be confused and alarmed.

IC:

The Ocertion was not alone in the space around Dxun.

Twelve ships appeared behind the giant hull of the Space Pirate Frigate. It's rear engines were exposed to the ships, and it could not perform evasive maneuvers.

Falsazag (http://2.forumer.com/uploads/fme/post-2-1111009213.jpg) was slightly paniced as the ships appeared.

"What!? Who!? Who are they!?" Falsazag stammered in the barking-hissing language of the Space Pirates. "Where did they come from!?"

"Unknown, Sir," a Scanner Deputy said, his claws moving quickly across the Hollogram pannel before him, sweat moving down his face, "Deep penetration scans are underway: estimated time till completion, 3.76 minutes."

"Damn it, if they're hostile that doesn't give us any time." Falsazag said, pacing around the command room. He looked up sharply, "Tell me, do we have any turrets within firing range!?"

"Yes sir, two Galvanic Accelerator Batteries, and one Point-Defense Quad-linked GAC," a Gunner said. The Gunner paused, then added, "But I don't think that will be enough to stop th-"

"We don't have a choice. We have to fire," Falsazag said, sitting in his chair, "If we wait for the scan, the enemy has a chance to disable our only means of fighting back. If we fire now, we can maybe take a few ships down with us."

Falsazag pressed a button on his chair. The chair had numerous tendrells whip around Falsazag's body, head, and arms. It took only a few moments before he was secure and cusioned. All the Space Pirates around him were following suit: save for their arms, which were used to manipulate the controls.

"Communications, patch me through to the intercom," Falsazag said, his red eyes squinting in anger, "Then, fire on one of the larger vessels. Aim for the central aft flank, and put all our firepower behind it. With any luck, we can blast through it. Have all Point-Defense weapons ready for incoming missiles and fighters."

"Sir," Communications said, his hands looking almost comical as they protruded from the cushiony surroundings, "intercom is ready."

"Right," Falsazag said. He suddenly began to bark loudly and aggressively, "ALL UNITS, PREPARE FOR IMPACT LEVEL 6. REPEAT, IMPACT LEVEL 6. ALERT 10 IS IN EFFECT. REPEAT, LEVEL 6 IMPACT, ALERT 10."

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Meanwhile the Ocertion opened fire, its two GAB's (think high-power turbolasers) focusing on one of the Charaks in the Mandelorian fleet. It's Point Defense was ready, but it was still falling into the atmosphere.

It was a sitting duck.

OOC: Oh, and just FYI, a SP Frigate is pretty big: It's more comparable to a Carrier/Cruiser than a Frigate. I'd say...oh...650-800 m long. Remember, there's a whole level in MP that takes place in part of a crashed Frigate.

Oh, and remember, the Space Pirates are jamming Dxun's local communications and scanners. They won't see the Mandelorian fleet (or Space Pirate ship) comming.

OOC: Lithuania - Yoda won't be born for another 3100 years.

OOC:You can change your name to Vandar though, he is technically the same as Yoda (with a red punge instead of green) and he is a Jedi Master.

On another note, Space Pirates, Falsazag looks pretty damn awesome. Reminds me of the Yuuzhan Vong.

IC:

The blue surge of Hyperspace was encasing the Republic Fleet, as they zoomed carefully through the tunnel of space-time warp. The stars were white smooth lines, and the blackness of space was a vibrant shady blue.
Soldiers were playing pazaak in the dormitories, and technicians dabbled away on obstruse matters. Herede's fleet was representing the apparent reactions of the Jedi Council: unnoting, and complacent of the Republic.
Every now and then, a weapons overload happened in Hyperspace, and luckily only one fighter was in danger when they lurched forwards.

"Okay guys. Mandalorians have assaulted Onderon. We need to know where they're attacking from!" Herede commanded his men, as they stood up and pcoketed their pazaak cards, and armed the rifles that were hanging nearby.

Space seemed to stop instantly, as the stars became dots, and the blue shimmering tunnel became the black void of space. There was barely a bright star around, save the massive violent giant that Onderon orbited. But as the Republic forces under Herede's control moved closer, they saw the enormous size of the Mandalorian fleet.

Large Basilisks were stationed on the hooks of the capital ships, and the metal wiring stretched out onto a layer of complicated plating. Capital ships carried massive quad-lasers, and proton missiles were poking out of every possible missile pod in sight. Fleets of tough Mandalorian fighters were circling their capital ships, and blow the stationed warfleet was Onderon, and the walled city of Iziz, the stone block in the center of Jungle that covered the rest the planet.

"On my mark, we'll close the trap. Place Capital ships around the Mandalorian Warships, and deploy blue and red squads to engage enemy swarms and fighters." Herede controlled dubiously from his position on the bridge of the Central.

A lone ship began firing on group A, with absolutly zero chance of doing any damage to them.
"Damn, they must be pretty desperate..." muttered Feirax on board one of the 2 Carracks.
"Comm," yelled the captain, "scan them, are they republic?"
"yes sir, they are!"
"All right then, blast em out of this galaxy. All ships, open fire."

All of the Mandolorian ships opened up on the rear of the poor freighter, boiling away its shields almost instantly with all of the combined fire.
Moments later, they saw its engines cut out.
"Cease fire!" ordered the captain. "Comm, open a channel to that ship now."
"On it sir, its up!"
"Unknown frieghter, you may surrender now and you death will be quick, refuse, and we will merley further cripple your ship until there is not a single deck that is not breached. You WILL die no matter what. How though, is up to you."

OOC:You can change your name to Vandar though, he is technically the same as Yoda (with a red punge instead of green) and he is a Jedi Master.

On another note, Space Pirates, Falsazag looks pretty damn awesome. Reminds me of the Yuuzhan Vong.

OOC: I just read about the Yuuzhan Vong. As far as I can tell, they're almost completely copying off of the Space Pirates (which have been around since the early 90s). Although, I must admit, they're prety cool looking.

Oh, and all Space Pirates look like that. Falsazag is actually farily normal looking.

"Sir, im reading multiple ships jumping in on your starboard flank, lots of them!" shouted Feirax.
"What the...ok, call in the remainder of the fleet. Bring em in right next to those suckers and tell em to start blasting."
"Aye sir, on it."

Moments later, Group A jumped in off the enemies port flank.

"All enemy ships. You are outgunned, and outclassed. Surrender now and we will let you leave this sector in one piece."

"Guns, if they dont respond within the next 10 seconds, take out their engines and their weps. Id like to get these ships in one piece. Of course, if you MUST destroy them, go right ahead."

A rumble filled the sound transmission of the targeting ship. Mandalorian ships had fired upon the freighter, and Herede listened carefully to the transmissions.

"Sir. They've fired on a friendly unit. The freighter is about to be obliterated!" the lieutenant snorted.

"Engage the Mandalorian vessels now." Herede commanded with a certain in his voice, as he looked out of the window of the bridge, seeing the enemy ships glistening in the glare of the nearby star. "Close the attack...I want...oh, shit!" Herede responded, as he saw a long string of fire pulsing from the warships.

"Enemy forces deploying b-" the lieutenant exclaimed.

"They're invading Onderon already! Engage forces now!" Herede commanded, as the mandalorian fighters still hung around the warships. "Move in blue squadron."

"Blue squadron, moving in." The report responded on the comm...

The blue squadron had a hard time, and their flight was hell. As they approached the warships, mandalorian auto-detectors readied their forces. Enemy fighters swung out to engage them, and blue squadron was outmuscled and outnumbered. They had to move fast.

"Sir! Enemy fighters are on our tail! We can't hold them!" Blue captain plead.

"Then flee to the Jungle moon. Maybe you can hide for a while whilst we get our forces into position!" Herede answered.

"Sir! their running!"
"Let them run. weve got bigger fish to fry. Allright, dont respond...ok, guns, destroy that fleet. I want all of those ships dead, and i want it last tuesday!"

Mandalorian guns did not aim at the Republic blue squadron, but at Herede's fleet itself! "They're mocking us." Herede answered. But it seemed as he was arrogant, as not only did the cannons aim at his fleet, it fired.

Quad-lasers shot at the Republic fleet, and two capital ships and a dozen of republic fighters immediately fell. The fleet was in panic, as transmissions of distress flicked across the comm. Herede had to take drastic action.

"Deploy the shield barricades to deflect enemy blasters. Launch red, magenta and green squadrons to defend against enemy fighters and engage mandalorian soarers. Turn the weapons systems to ionic." Herede commanded, as the buttons and flipped and switched around. Green, Magenta, and Red defended the barricades as they floated safely around the republic fleet, defending against blaster attacks from afar. But fate, as it proved again, was against his fleet.

Green blasters shot out of the mandalorian quad-cannons, and, unfortunately, were Ionic. They shattered the powerful Republic shield, and pierced the republic defenses, tearing massive scars in the capital ships that lumbered towards the fleet. Rumbling shaking across the ships, Herede held onto his railings carefully, and responded savagely.

"Send out the proton missiles!" He ordered. "Deploy republic fire! Now!" As green blaster shots, zoomed their way towards the mandalorians, zomming behind them the devastating proton missiles, followed carefully by Magenta, Blue, and Red squadron.

"Incoming torpedoes!"
"Blast them, for the remainder, all shields up to full, power from engines divert to shields."

The quad cannons fired, taking out a few of the missles, but the majority got through.

"Shit sir! they have fighters behind the missles!"

"Allright, all ships, blind micro jump .005 seconds. go!"

All of the ships dissapeared and re-appeared some 8000 meters away. The missles flew through their old locations and the enemy fighters seemed confused.

"Hmm, well, fire proton torpedoes at the enemy fighters, take them down, and the battle is won."

The ships launched over 200 proton torpedoes at the incoming fighters.

"These should be some nice fireworks..."

"SIR!!" Scanner Deputy screamed, thier frigate buckling under the enemy's shots, "SCAN COMPLETE ON ONE TYPE OF ENEMY WARSHIP!!! CLASSIFICTAION: CARRACK CRUISER. ORIGIN: MANDELORIAN CONSTRUCTION."

The Scanner Deputy paused for a moment and said, "SIR!!! IF WE TARGET IT'S AFT SIDE HULL AGAIN, SLIGHTLY HIGHER THAN BEFORE, WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO HIT THE WEAK ARMORED PLATING ALONG ITS GENERATOR!!! IF ITS GENERATOR FAILS, THE GRAVITY FROM DXUN SHOULD PULL THEM IN!!! THEY'LL BE SUCKED DOWN JUST LIKE US!!!"

"DO IT!!!" Falsazag shouted, "BLOW THEM OUT OF THE SKY!!!"

Just before it was hit by Mandelorian weapons fire, the Ocertion let loose one last salvo of GAB fire. The GAB turrets were destroyed, but the shots headed right towards the enemy Carrack cruiser, right towards the weak-point in the armor. (OOC: Dude, you had better be hit. It'll get us into some ground combat soon ^_^)

Just then, the Ocertion let loose a wail as its engines, struck by numerous Mandelorian weapons, had cut out. The great hull began to burn in the atmosphere of Dxun. The sky lit up as a second sun, a glowing fireball, descended onto the planet's surface. The ship was about to reach the lower atmosphere. Pieces of it were flying off in a never-ending whirls of groans, creaks, and minor explosions.

The Ocertion was going to crash, soon.

OOC: Oh, and just FYI, that thing about the Carrack is true. I have the ship book. Oh, and I'm not Republic. I'm going to ignore that part of the post :p

Just cause I fired on you first, doesn't mean the Republic's going to get anything better...

"Sir, a carrack is going down!!!"
"DAMMIT! That piece of shit frieghter..." he trailed off.
"Allright, theres nothing we can do, inform them that we WILL be there to assist them as soon as this blasted fleet is dead!"
"aye sir, they say that they should be able to make a controled landing. they will set up a perimiter around the crash site and wait for assistance."
"allright, in the meantime, lets take out these bastards."

As Jedi Master Slipknot ate a snack, he senced violance in space. Just then, a Jedi Knight ran in.

"Sir, theres a battle going on near Onderon. This could get ugly. What should we do."

"Get there fast," replied Master Slipknot, "but don' get too close. We want to avoid getting in this. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

They took off.

"Damn them!" Herede yelled out furiously, as the fighters zoomed back to their chokepoint.

"Sir! Mandalorian fleet has jumped to Hyperspace. They are 8,000 meters away from our current trajectory! We have to put in a new -" the chatter was blank.

"Blue Captain? Blue Captain!" He yelled into his comm. holovid, as he frustatingly looked up at the bridge window. Proton Torpedoes rushed towards the roaming fighters, as they lunged at the Republic fleet. The torpedoes, high on their tail, struck at the central core of the Republic squadron red and green, blinding the ion emissions, and confusing the the nearby computer systems of the proton cores.

Although some self-destruted, others had theirs scrambled, and the proton cores began to zoom back to mandalorian ships, while the only squadron was Magenta. It was not well, either; Magenta squadron began to whizz and lurched about unorganized, as they tried to go back to the mobile repair bays of the Central.

"Sir! We've suffered navigational and engine failures! We're landing on the Jungle moon, and you can pick us at Co-ordinates 45-85, 22-56."

It was a familiar spot, where green squadron had landed to hide. "Go there. There should be republic assistance there, captain. stay there, and stay alert, but quiet. God knows what beasts live on Dxun." Herede ordered cautiously.

He leaned upon the railing, suffering from the loss of two elite squads already, as he tried to think carefully on how to respond. Just then, as his tactics were about to get more radical, he recieved the first good news he had heard in a long while. The Magenta squad comm was full of chatter, but finally a clear message came to him. "Sir!" The captain yelled through his comm. "Green squadrons here!"

"I am aware, Captain." Herede retorted inpatiently, his medals hanging and slippery from his stressful mind. "They have always been there."

"The Jedi are here as well!" The captain exclaimed.

This shocked Herede, as he revelated at this information. The Jedi are helping the Republic. He knew the Jedi Council was not the one to thank. But, then again, who was? He didn't know, so he sent transmissions to Revan, Salco, and Slipknot, while he turned his attentions to the invasion of Onderon.

Few things are more beautiful, or more frightening, than fire.

And an 800 meter ball of flaming metal and death is more than just frightening-

-it's terrifying-

The Ocertion was falling fast and faster now, as it broke through the friction of the atmosphere. Falsazag gritted his teeth as the flames lapped his chair and the heat caused his hair to burn slightly. His encasing was protecting him: but only just. With a horifying screech, half of the Command deck was ripped apart. The Scanner Deputy, Weapons Expert, and numerous other Officers were gone in a heartbeat.

As the Ocertion reached the ground, time seemed to stop slowly. Everything was peaceful. Everything was quiet.

So it is before the storm.

With a rushing sound a huge ring of fire errupted from the crashsite. Everywhere within 20 km was burned beyond recognition. Jungles which had stood for thousands of years were wiped out in a thousanth of a millisecond.

Then, it was over. The Cataclysm was over. The smoldering hull, all that was left of the once-mighty Ocertion, was jammed near the edge of a small mountain range. It's once magnificant hull blackened and burned beyond recognition.

The tendrells loosened around the chair; and Falsazag lept up, quickly putting the fire out in his hair. Around the Command Room, about a half-dozen other Pirates were exiting shakingly from their seats; treating similar fires and burns. Almost 30 did not move, their bodies ripped to shreds in the crash.

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Thirty minutes later, the survivors of the Ocertion had gathered near Falsazag, waiting to hear what his instructions were. Of the near 25000 personel onboard, only 6342 survived.

Falsazag looked more annoyed than angry, as he was ploting his next move. The Communications Officer, fortunately, had survived the crash. He had been communicating, through secret channels, with the Pirate Base.

He got off the small communiator and spoke to Falsazag.

"Sir, there's an enterance to the complex a few dozen killometers from here. If we leave now, we should be there before nightfall."

"Good, good." Falsazag said, as he turned to see six Aerotroopers collecting their Jetpacks and weapons from the burning hulk.

"We must move quickly," Falsazag said, turning to the Communications Officer, "You are my most senior officer. Tell the soldiers we will march until nightfall. No excuses. All those who cannot move are to be killed; eaten if desired. All those who have weapons must bring them. All Aerotroopers come with me."

The Comm officer informed the group of Space Pirates their plan, while Falsazag confirred in secret with the 12 surviving Aerotroopers.

"I want you all to be on the alert," he said, looking at the various Aero-Pirate Tatooes that decorated each ones' body, "Fly together and scout for enemy soldiers. There's a good chance we hit that Charrack down. If you find them, fly back and tell us. DO NOT ENGAGE. I know it's dishonorable," Falsazag snapped, cutting of an Aerotrooper who was just about to disagree, "But we need to worry about survival now. That is the honorable thing to do. Go now. Find them."

With a salute, the Aerotroopers fired up their engines and rocketed away.

The Carrack plummeted through the atmosphere, trying to level out.
"Sir, i think i can stabalize her, but it wont feel to good when we land. shields will help, but we will NEVER get this ship off the ground again."
"That doesnt matter helm, all we need to do is land and wait for support. The fleet will not forget us."
"Aye sir, we will land in 2 minutes."
"All personel," the captain yelled over the comm system, "prepare for impact. we are going to have a rough landing. secure all equipment and get ready."
The two minutes ticked by as the surface came nearer and nearer.
"Sir, i just saw a huge heat flash on the surface!" shouted nav.
"Try to avoid it, its probobly the frieghter. Land about 5 klicks away from it."
"Aye sir, will do," responded helm.
"Sir, 15 seconds untill impact!"
"Everbody, brace yourselves!!!"

The ship collided with the forest at about 150 kph. It ripped through the trees as the shields sparked and flickered, trying to absorb this onslaught of impacts. 10 seconds later, it was all over.

"Damage report!" yelled the captain.
"Minimal hull breaching, engines barely responding, and shields are down 75%. Should hold against infantry fire though."
"Allright. Everybody, out. Time to set up a perimiter and wait. I want everybody combat ready to warm up their suits and patrol around the ship.
Lets get to it people!"



OOC: ill be back in like, and hour. gotta go eat dinner and do a bit of homework. dont do anything to criticle involving me lol.

"The other clans seem to be doing well, wouldn't you say so, Sir?"

So said Bel, a young member of the Maril Clan's fleet. At the moment, Mandalore himself happened to be on the ship, and was scanning over the latest news.

"The Republic is weakened from its recent war with the Sith...the Jedi as well. It is the opportune time for our clans to take the power they deserve. Power comes to the strong."

"We call ourselves Mandalorians, Sir...after our great leader."

The fact that his people had named themselves after him bothered Mandalore. He was no longer a young man, but he was not old, by any means. Time only could tell if he was worthy of the honor that had so arbitrarily been bestowed.

"We are still clans...Maril, Domovoi, Khiraebanaa, and Scion. Jump now, we need to be there as soon as possible."

OOC: sorry to post and run, but I gtg.

OOC: Gah! The Mandalorians!

IC:

"Did you see that?" Green Captain asked Magenta Captain, awaiting the response.
"I saw it alright, and it's not pretty." Magenta captain replied.
"A mandalorian warship has fallen, but there was another craft from the recent space battle as well." Green Captain replied.
"Another? You must be mistaken. That was a meteor." Magenta Captain said.
"It's not a meteor. It had metal fragments ripping off and the front was aimed like a nose. No." Green Captain murmured to himself, "It's another ship."
"Do you think it to be of mandalorian design?" Magenta Captain asked intently.
"I doubt it. Not even these Jedi would know, I'm guessing." He answered, pointing to the nearby Jedi, who surveying the skies with utmost content.
"C'mon!" Magenta Captain yelled, following Green Captain, to the rest of his squadron, green squadron, and the Jedi.
"There better no be any beasts. I'll be damned if there is on this path." Green Captain answered.

Meanwhile, above Dxun...
"Two ships have fallen sir!" The lieutenant gasped from his control port.
"Good work, soldier." Herede talked back. "I want to focus firepower on the basilisk war stations. Aim all long-ranged firepower at the enemy's engines. Take out the Mandalorian fleet!" He desperately replied.

Yellow Squadron and Orange Squadron homed in the chokepoint at the Mandalorian Warships. Luckily, the enemy was about to face the misguided proton missiles, and the elite Yellow and Orange Squadrons.

Mandalore stepped onto the bridge of the Maril flagship as they were preparing to exit the jump to Dxun. He was already in his armor, and while it was slightly battered, it was still in excellent condition. The crest on the right breastplate marked him as captain of Maril's elite unit...nothing higher. He had taken control of his people fifteen years ago, when he was twenty, and hadn't bothered to change his crest. No matter...any "Mandalorian," as his people called themselves would recognise him and his authority.

Captain Azra was preparing to exit hyperspace. He had acknowledged Mandalore's presence with a respectful nod, and nothing more. As it should be, Mandalore thought. We are warriors...not bureaucrats.

***Above Dxun***

A portion of the Maril fleet, roughly three dozen battleships and as many drop-ships, enter realspace not far from the Khiraebanaa fleet.

M -- Captain Azra, tell Thrityh Squad to stand by to assist the Khiraebanaa clan should they require it. Tell the rest that we go forward. *Almost to himself* Where the devil is Scion, anyway? They're late.

Azra sent the message to Thrityh Squad, and as the Maril fleet moves forward into battle, the Ultrinnan released four smaller ships. While only slightly larger than the Orange and Yellow fighters, they were deadly, and Thrityh was among the best Maril had to offer...more than exceptional. They took their position to the rear of the Khiraebanaa fleet. The fact that Mandalore had told them to wait before going into battle spoke of the confidence he had in his people's fighting abilities.

"Sir, there are multiple squadrons closing on our position. The enemy capitol ships are coming about as well."
"Hmm, well, lets launch all fighters. We havnt even used them yet," he said with a laugh, "lets see how long these two enemy squadrons last against our 100. All fighters launch imediatly and engange the oncoming fighters. Take them out, and try to pick off the incoming torpedoes. The fleet will make a 10000 meter jump to give you more time. Good luck."

All of the fighters launched at once. It looked like a giant honeycomb releasing hundreds and hundreds of bees.

"This is Blood Leader, we are commencing a run on the torpedoes, lets pull around behind em Bloods. Remaining squadrons, cover us and engage the enemy fighters. Even if they had better ships and better pilots, they would still lose this engagement. 1000 vs 20 arnt very good odds. Lets make it quick."

"Sir! Mandalore has just jumped in behind us!" exlaimed the nav officer.
"Hello Mandalore. Your assistance, while not required, is greatly appreciated, and honors us. We have not seen eachother for far to long my friend."

The comm officer turned in his chair. "Sir, incoming transmission from the Khiraebanaan lead ship."

Mandalore nodded. "Put him through."

"Hello Mandalore. Your assistance, while not required, is greatly appreciated, and honors us. We have not seen eachother for far to long my friend."
M -- Indeed. Almost enough to make one nostalgic, no? Let's wrap this up then. Dxun should fall easily enough. We'll meet up later and I'll want to hear how your clan has fared.

*turning to his captain* Captain Azra...take out the enemy long range weapons.

*The ships weapons charged and lashed out in the deadly salvo typical of the Mandalore forces, aimed for the Harade ships.*

Jedi Master Slipknot watched the battle, he saw ship after ship, machine after machine.... life after life ... fall to the enemy. Master Slipknot watched horribly as these men fought each other as if there were no tommorrow.

"So..." Master Slipknot said to himself, "now we know that this will not just be a galactic tension... this will be full raged war. *sigh* This shouldn't be. Not in the state the Republic and Jedi Force's are in. We cannot handle another war, not after those damn Sith's."

Now, it was time to make the hardest decision. What side to take? If his visions are true... then staying loyal to the Republic would result in the eventuil destruction of the Jedi. Yet, there is only so much the Council knew about the Mandolorians, and it would be hard to trust them. He just did not know what to do.

His thoughts were interupted by a Jedi Pilot. "Sir, any orders yet? We don't want to be sitting ducks."

He thought about it. He needed answers from the Council first.

"Not yet. We wait here unless any danger occurs. Then we engage."

"Yes sir."

Master Harold upon hearing of the battle had assmebled his fleet and quickly went into hyperspace and arrived.
Master Harold said," Mandolrians stand down or we shall attack."

"So I says to her...oh, shit!" A yellow fighter chattered as it was zooming along the course.
"You said,'Oh shit?'" Another fighter asked.
"No, you idiot! Look at your god damn screen!" The Fighter answered.
"What?!?!" The other fighter shrieked.
Soaring towards them, in a flurry, was the entire fighter fleet of the Khiraebanaa clan, swarming towards them in delicate, but brutal fashion (OOC: yes, it sounds like an oxymoron). The enemy zoomed forwards, as the mandalorian capital ships hyperspaced once again to another further meters off of the course of the torpedoes.
"Alright, Orange Squadron, prepare evasive manuevers." Orange Captain chided.
"What!?" Yellow Squadron asked. "You mean to go off course? You know the Admiral doesn't pick for that."
"If we die, then there is no point! How can we defeat 1,000 fully organized fighters?" Orange Squadron chided again, as the Mandalorian fighters swooped down towards them like locusts.
"Alright boys, evasive manuever, off the map!" Yellow leader cried on his comm. As the Yellow and Orange squadrons broke apart, they began to look out for themselves.
One of the fighters coerced twelve mandalorians to follow him, but was foolish enough to get too close to the enemy's warships, where the autocannons incinerated him.
Another fighter took down a sizable three fighters, before crashing into another and being torn to pieces.
However, the best farer of the group was Orange Captain, who, from his swerves and dodges was apparently skilled in space combat. Blaster shots hummed around him, and he whizzed down to avoid them.
Mandalorian fighters trapped him to the left, but he encircled and shot in a looping pattern, destroying a few fighters. He began his transmissions to the Central, but it was cut off halfway through as he began to square off against a lethal squad of elite mandalorian fighters, all bearing the insignia od mandalore.
He twisted around, and barrell rolled his way out, if only, but they were hot on his trail. They swept down onto his fighter, and he carefully tried to dodge his way again, but was caught by a long line of proton torpedoes, most of them being annihilated and the resulting explosion enough to destroy him if he got too close. He tranced around, tightening his curves, as the enemy followed closely behind him, the blaster shots they fired were painfully accurate, and made him lose a wing. He was doomed. Using what little engine power was left, he diverted his energy to his circuitry, making the thing volatile enough to cause great damage to nearby foes. He had only hoped that many fighters would try and follow him.

Meanwhile, aboard the Central Flagship...

"Advert all enemy firepower to the planet. Deploy ALL available spacecraft to engage." Herede commanded, as he replayed Orange captain's jargled transmission.

Mand...rian...attack...s...thou...san...ds...enemies...need...he..l...p...fast!

Purple squadron, Teal Squadron, Brown Squadron, White Squadron, Black Squadron, Sage Sqaudron and all the manner of basic fighters deployed to face the enemy, totaling a mere 800 against the highly trained 1,000...

(OOC:GTG, I'll RP later. Sorry about claiming you losses for you, mind if it's alright. not too much, you're still winning.)

The comm officer spoke again. "An enemy fleet has just approached. We are receiving a message."

A -- Patch it through.

"Mandolrians stand down or we shall attack."
M -- "Then I guess you have no worries, Harold. There are no Mandolrians here."

The Mandalorian forces were trained well enough to not laugh at Mandalore's occasional wry sense of humor. Mandalore made a guesture, and the channel closed.

M -- Khireabanaa can handle this current situation on its own. If this newcomer wants to attack, we deal with them ourselves. Call in the Second Division of the Maril Fleet.

*Minutes later, a Maril division join the first. While they were not numerically impressive, numbering barely two hundred ships total, they were intimidating nonetheless...especially if the Harold fleet knew who they were dealing with... The Maril Clan, with Mandalore in charge.*

"Sir, we are being hailed."
"Put it through to me."
"Aye sir."
"Hmm, so they want us to surrender. Ha, comm, open a frequency to that ship."
"its up sir."
"Republic ships, do you actually think that we would surrender against an outmanned and outclassed force? You want us, come get us."

"Mandalore, Sir," said Draxz through the comm. "Would you please deal with this new petty threat? Im sure you must be getting bored just watching us kill."

"All fighters, form up back around the fleet. Let their fighters come to us. We may be better, but i dont like loosing men. Wait for them to attack. Be ready for a micro jump."

"Mandalore, Sir, would you please deal with this new petty threat? Im sure you must be getting bored just watching us kill."

M -- *Over the comm* Already in the plan, Draxz. Go to victory.

"Thank you Sir. We intend to win."

Harold's fleet upon seeing the Mandolrians not ceasing in their attack prepared his fleet of 61 capital ships and 1200 elite figthers. His fleet quickly began ordered the assualt to begin.

"Mandalore Sir, if you ever require assistance, tell us. Our current opponent does not have the recources to deal with us. We would be happy to assist. Also, have you gotten word of what has happened to our other clans? They still have not arrived here..."

"Mandalore Sir, if you ever require assistance, tell us. Our current opponent does not have the recources to deal with us. We would be happy to assist. Also, have you gotten word of what has happened to our other clans? They still have not arrived here..."

Domovoi is busy elsewhere, and Scion is late. Scion, at least will be here. And I will keep your offer in mind, should assistence be required.

*As the comm went out*

M -- Azra, tell Thrityh Squad to rejoin us. Khireabanaa has no need of our assistance.

*As the message reaches them, the four Maril attack ships return to the Ultrinnan as the First and Second Divisions of the Maril fleet unleashed their fighters.*

M -- Azra, give the command.

*Almost as one unit, the Maril ships -- the Mandalorians -- launched themselves at Harold's fleet. The larger ships, with their weapons ionized differently than the Republic shields could handle, took out vital systems, while the individual fighters tangled with the Republic fighters.*

M -- Leave none alive.

Falling into his trap Harold how had not been in the part of his fleet attacked. Upon his capital ship he ordered his group of 83 capital ships and 1600 elite fighters attacked the thinest part of the Mandolarian fleet near the center.

OOC: uhh, scandinavians, how did you go from 61 capitals and 1200 fighters to 83 capitals and 1600 fighters? and also, is dxun a republic planet?

see, I have no Idea what you guys are talking about,
p.s. and I thought I was a starwars geek! ;)

M -- And I thought this was boring before. Republic forces enjoy pincer-esque manuvers...Second Division, deal with these before you come and join us, First Division...let's deal with these.

*The Maril fleet has thus far lost only one Battleship and a few dozen fighters, and Mandalore leads his Division against Harold with the deadly accuracy that brought him control of his people.*

A -- Orders, Sir?

M -- The order stands. No Republic ship leaves this battle intact.

see, I have no Idea what you guys are talking about,
p.s. and I thought I was a starwars geek! ;)

OOC: Allow me to introduce you to True Geekiness.

Think of it the Republic consists of thousands of worlds that many ships doesn't seem a lot of ships. Also since Onderon is a Republic world I guess Dxun wou;d be considered part of the Republic but the Mandolarians clamied Dxun during the War against Exar Kun and Ulic Qel-Dorma.

OOC: uhh, scandinavians, how did you go from 61 capitals and 1200 fighters to 83 capitals and 1600 fighters? and also, is dxun a republic planet?
It's a pincer manuver...have part of your fleet as a trap, and then send in the others. Attack from two sides. Mandalore couldn't care less...his forces are more than enough to handle it, he has Third and Fourth Divisions standing by in case of emergency (but no more than that...he's saving Divisions 5-8 for later).

Using battle medation not a very advanced form of it though Harold had found a way to cordinate the battle uasing it allowing him to move forces with deadly effectincy.

Jedi Master Slipknot watched as more and more ships rushed into battle... many of them destroyed in a matter of minutes. He could not take anymore chaos. It was unbearible.

"Let's get out of here. We've seen enough for one night."

"But sir," the pilot responded, "shouldn't we at least help the Republic?"

"No. We have not gotten word from the council on our official sideing. And even after that, I still wouldn't attack for a while. Untill then, we stay on the defence... and help the Jedi Council. Not the Republic.... not the Mandolorians... just the Jedi's. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright then." continued Master Slipknot, "Let's jump into Hyperspace and get out of here back to nearby Mandoloria."

In a matter of seconds, the Jedi Force Rock fleet was out of sight of the battlefeild.

"Hmm, sir, i think ive got an idea," piped up Drakis.
"What is it?" queried Draxz.
"Well sir, sincd dxun is a republic planet, they would not be willing to let the whole government die would they?"
"Hehehe, I think i know what your getting at. Send down the transports and do it Drakis." said Draxz with an evil smile...

My battle medation can;t really affect Mandolarians becuase of their great discpline but I can rally and organize my forces with it.

Falsazag's company reached one of the Base's obscure entrance by nightfall. 157 Space Pirates were left behind, or died along the way. It was a somber group that colapsed wearily onto bunks the Scientists had provided.

Falsazag, who masked his aches and pains remarkably well, looked harshly at the bunk rooms. There was room enough for four times as many people.

I'll get those Mandelorians for what they did to my ship. Falsazag said, his mouth curling into a snarl And for my men...I'll get them...

Falsazag walked along the cool halls of the Space Pirate Research Base Alpha Phi Omega. Spanning miles and miles of underground complex, this base was one of the first to be created in this sector. Falsazag walked along Level 6, the big signs at the door reading LEVEL SIX: METROID CONTAINMENT ZONE. He gazed upon the Metroids through the silver-colored glass: as they sucked the lifeforce out of a humanoid obviously killed from the surrounding area. The human was mouthing words, but no sound was comming out. Falsazag knew what was happening: the Metroid was keeping the human alive just long enough to feed on it. Every time a Metroid fed upon a human, they would discharge a field of energy. This energy was routed into a capacitor, then fed directly into a generator.

Metroids gave them power, but at a terrible price.

Falsazag walked down the metal cooridor of Level 6, the glass-covered walls on either side of him. Hundreds and hundreds of figures: humans, Space Pirates, and animals alike, being fed upon by hundreds more Metroids.

As Falsazag rode the elevator down to Level 7, he was ambused by a wirey-looking Space Pirate about three heads smaller than Falsazag. As the two looked at each other, a smile crossed both of their faces. They embraced for a few moments, then held each others arms up to the elbow.

"Salaza," Falsazag said, his mouth glittering with his many rows of teeth, "It's been a long time."

"Quite a long time, Falsazag," Salaza said, looking up at Falsazag, "almost 16 cycles, has it not?"

"I can't believe it, but you're right..." Falsazag said, looking up into the sky, immersed in memories, "Ever since that raid on that Hutt Mine in Sector 36. Do you remember that one!?"

"Do I remember?" Salaza laughed, his claws glittering as the blue light hit them, "I remember some things! Like a certain head-strong fool who bashed away at a door for hours until I opened it for him with a touch-pad."

Both broke out laughing at the memory, nostalgia ebbing through them.

"Ahhh...haha....ahhh...Dear friend," Falsazag said, feeling much better than he did an hour ago, "What news do you have of the battles? What is going on!?"

"Well, it looks like the Mandelorians are winning," Salaza said, as the two walked towards the Level 8 elevator, "As far as we can tell, it's a full-scale Galactic War. We haven't seen something this bad since the Great War 40 Cycles ago."

"So...what does Command think?" Falsazag said, as the two walked into the near-full mess-hall. Falsazag was ravenous as he grabbed eight "Dxun Pies," a disgusting combination of random meat, carbohydrates, lipids, and complementary proteins, three mugs of Blueroot Wine, and six Blueroot Gelatins. He could barely cary his meal as he sat down with Salaza at a spare table. All overhead, reports of the battles were being brodcasted across Space Pirate channels.

"A glutton as ever, Falsazag?" Salaza said, chuckling slightly as Falsazag ate two pies in one bite. This was a bit of an overstatement, as many of the shipwreck survivors at the surounding tables were eating more than their body weight in food.

"Leth's thee how much yogh eat after half of your bridge wath blown to pietheths." Falsazag said, his words muffled as his mouth was stuffed to the brim. He swallowed, washed it down with an entire mug of Blueroot Ale, and asked the question again, "What does Command think?"

"Look up at the screens, they tell you what they think," Salaza said, as more reports were juxtaposed with Command leaders claiming, "This does not effect us in any way. We simply need to be more careful when choosing targets, as more and more ships will be carying weapons."

"I mean," Falsazag said soflty, pausing from his eating to whisper a few words into Salaza's ear, "What does Command really think."

"They're not sure what to do," Salazar said, "Command's concidering letting them fight it out and remain neutral, like last time. Then, when the time is right and both sides are weak, we strike and conquer them all."

Falsazag laughed outloud. It was a harsh, barking laugh that make most of the Space Pirates around him (who were not part of his crew and did not recognize it) to jump with fear.

"THE SPACE PIRATES conquering the galaxy!? US?" Falsazag half-whispered, half-shouted at Salaza, "HA!!! We don't have the numbers or the military power to do it. Besides, a Republic or Mandelorian fleet can out-fight a Space Pirate fleet. They've got more ships. We just don't stand a chance."

"Not unless," Salaza said quietly, his jovial manor slithering away into a cold, serious tone, "we have new weapons to beat them."

"What...what are you talking about?" Falsazag said anxiously. He had never heard Salaza sound like that before; like he held some kind of devine power. That he could become so soft-spoken, yet command such authority. A shiver ran up and down Falsazag's spine.

"I'll show you," Salaza said, again in that soft voice, "Tonight, in 6 hours. Meet me in Observation Room 92 on Level 18."

"Wait..." Falsazag said perplexingly, "There is no Level 18."

"Oh...oh...there is..." Salaza said in that soft voice, now with a sinister aspect to it, "There is...trust me..."

He then walked away without saying a word, leaving Falsazag to sit alone and contemplate about what Salaza said.

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Aerotrooper 8, 9, and 10 had spotted them; a small group of Republican soldiers. They were waiting there for something; but they were standing there with no weapons or protection. Completely unaware of the Aerotroopers nearby.

The Aerotroopers longed to fight them, to attack and show their honor and military prowess. But, they had to obey their leader. He was the most honorable of all of them. He has led their soldiers from a Cataclysm.

They were about to leave when Aerotrooper 8 grabbed Aerotrooper 9's arm, causing 10 to stop. 8 motioned to what he saw: ships. A number of ships concieled in the jungle terrain.

The Aerotroopers looked at each other and said, using their Hand Code (IE: A Stealth Code that uses signlanguage), "Are you all thinking what I am thinking?"

"I think so."

"We hit the ships, then run back."

"But, what if they have defenses nearby? They might take us out before we attack!"

"It's simple, you and I will stay behind and attack the ships, and you will go back to the Base and tell them these coordinates."

"I agree, that is a good plan. I shall leave immediately. Fight well in my name."

With that, Aerotrooper 8 left the scene, his jetpack making relitively little noise compared to the Jungle terrain.

As soon as Aerotrooper 8 left their sight, the other two sprung onto the attack: They suddenly flew above the Republic soldiers, their weapons hot, firing Green Blasts (think Wookie Bowcaster in strength) in salvos of three. Then, in a mater of two seconds, they turned upon the ships, and fired their salvoes of missiles. The missiles wound and wove their way towards the ships, as the Aerotroopers turned to escape...

M -- Manka are stupid...and I've had a harder time with them. Let's take this battle to the next level, shall we?

A -- Helmsmen, take us in.

*The Maril fleet begins to move again...into Harold's fleets. The damage has gone up to 6 dozen fighters lost, 2 Battleships destroyed, and 3 damaged. The Maril fleet blasts the Harold fleet mercilessly, over and over, all the while avoiding most of the laser fire through different evasive maneuvers.*

OOC: Scandinavians...damage? I'm Mandalore, I know I'm doing some. (some as in significantly much.)

My pincer move is based on a move I remeber Canderous using.
(KOTOR people with good memories would remeber him describing it in one of his stories.)

In order to save at least some of his fleet he managed to get 21 capital ships and 420 fighters out.

Draxz watched on a holoscreen as all 20 of his transports dived towards the capital city of dxun. Each of them carried 40 combat ready mandolorians.
"Hehehe, this may be over sooner than anticipated..."

M -- Let's overpower them...send ten Battleships after them...and two hundred fighters.

Azra designated the ten ships and the twenty Squadrons that were to go, and they pursued Harold's fleet, mercilessly pounding them with blasterfire...herding them toward the Khiraebanaan fleet, if they had any thoughts of escaping toward Republic forces.

OOC: I gtg for tonight, guys. Had fun, will see you tomorrow. Thanks Jenrak for letting me be Mandalore...I'm getting into the char very nicely. ^_^

My pincer move is based on a move I remeber Canderous using.
(KOTOR people with good memories would remeber him describing it in one of his stories.)

OOC: Actually, the way you discribed it sounded like the Persian's strategy at Marathon. And that didn't really end up well.

You see, a Pincer Manuveur is when you attack the flanks of the enemy, driving their weak, thin flanks into the stronger center: causing confusion. At the same time, they are surrounded.

I suggest you research the Battle of Marathon for an ineresting variation on the Pincer tactic. IE: The Greeks put all of their best soldiers on the flanks instead of in the center, the Persians put all of their strength in the center. The Persians broke through the weak center, only to be surouned by the strong Greek flanks. Confused, and cut off from their ships, the Persians were massacred (despite having a larger fleet...I mean army...).

I now a lot about Greek history and you were right sorry I wasn't aware of the similarity qt the time.

15 minutes later, he got a comm from Drakis.
"Well sir, we have taken over the capital building and have rounded up every single government official in the city. It was ridiculously easy. The blind fools didnt even notice us until we were on top of them."
"Ha, well, send me a video feed of them. Its time to see what the republic thinks of this."

A video of 50 or so government officials all sitting against a wall bound appeared on Draxz's screen.

"Heh, comm, open a frequency to every ship within 500 kilometers."
"its up sir!"
"Eh hem, to all republic ships in the area. As you can see, i have captured every government official of the planet Dxun, including the Corusaunt ambassador. You will all leave this system immediatly, or i will be forced to kill all of them and begin rounding up civilians by the thousands and executing them. You have 1 minute to reply. If you do not, I WILL kill all of them immediatly. 47 seconds left..."

Currently the battle is proably still huge so I don't think you would be able to pursue with capital ships becayse a considerable part of my fleet is still in battle.

"Well republic forces? What is your decision? This is your last chance to save these peoples lives."

(I sent you a telegram Jenrak though i don't know if you see those when on the board...I hope its still ok if I join and sorry for OOC post...at least its in parentheses =/ )

Out of the sky came dozens of transport ships only on a rescue missions.
Hundreds of soldiers and Jedi charged out they were able to save quite a goverment officals not all though and in the chaos many of the hostages were saved.

"Well well well, republic forces, you have just terminated the entire Dxun government."

With that, he cut the comm and ordered Drakis to kill them.

"My pleasure sir."
"Oh, Drakis, make a video of it. I want the Republic to suffer for this. We will then release it to the public. They will be seen as murders in no time."
"Yessir."

Draxz sat down and folded his hands in his lap. Yes, this was a remarkably simple battle.


OOC: umm, scandinavians, i hate to say it, but you cant just magically kill all of my men and rescue the officials. i had 800 mandolorians down there. it is NOT easy to kill that.

OOC:but, we can argue tommorow as im off to bed. tata d00ds. good day of RPing.

In KOTOR 2 Kreia says that the Mandollarians were to easily beaten by thh Jedi not to be offensive I am just trying to imply that a Jedi could take on a Mandolarian and win.

Okay let us end the battle for tonight.

OOC:

Khiraebanaa, Scandenavians, you both were god-moding. No offense, but you just can's control the reaction of other people's characters/forces. You need to RP a situation out to just when the other person is about to make a reaction, then you need to let the other person react. If they do something unreasonable (like dodge a nuke, or something like that) then call them on it.

I think you guys need to forget the whole "hostage" thing, and start the RP all over again with the Mandelorians landing on the planet.

OOC: And Scandinavians...just because I went off to bed, doesn't mean that Mandalore and his fleet aren't still pummeling the crap out of you. 10 and 200 Mandalorian ships chasing down 21 and 420 Republic forces is overkill way much...where did all your transports come from?

Currently the battle is proably still huge so I don't think you would be able to pursue with capital ships becayse a considerable part of my fleet is still in battle. Btwn 1st and second divisions, I have roughly 200 Battleships (Basilisks, if you prefer), with 20 fighters each (roughly 4k...all highly trained). You have rougly 150 battleships, and 2800 fighters...not so well trained as the Mandalorian forces. I think I can pursue.

IC:

M -- Report.

A -- Four ships lost, three damaged beyond repair, and ten damaged. We've lost almost a hundred fighters, as well.

M -- Send able ships to pick up the crews from the badly damaged ships. What's Draxz doing, in any event?

A -- He's sending forces to the planet, Sir.

M -- Damn this Howard Republic General...that was my destination. Get to repairs, Captain. We'll join the Khiraebanaan forces shortly.

***Mandaloria***

As the ship carrying the Jedi approached the planet, it found itself targeted by the guns of a Mandalorian ship.

The comm fizzed to life. "State your business or be destroyed."

Sorry about the bad rp.

Think of it a naval battle could take msny hours so a space battle should be nearly or even as along. Also the fact of the matter is no great genral would send major capital ships after retrating ships they would just bomard them with long range fire or send fighters and smaller faster capital ships like destroyers or frigate.

OOC: Did you miss the "Leave none alive" command that Mandalore gave twice? Did you even read the post after you said you were retreating?

OOC: Three pages worth of Rp in my absence? Man, I had to read for nearly 2 hours before I got to the end. Yes, I'm a slow reader.

IC:

"Report." Admiral Herede commanded imperiously.
"Mandalorian Warships ready to engage fire friendly forces. Another armada led by Admiral Harold has taken quite som damage from both Mandalorian ships." The lieutenant chattered.
"Damn it! Get me the Senators." Admiral Herede replied.

The comm fizzed with static, as the round spherical center depicting the long array of republic senators, all from different systems.
"What is your query, Admiral?" A senator asked.
"Mandalorian Forces have taken over Onderon and Dxun. The capital cities of both colonies are destroyed." Admiral Herede responded.
The senators nodded, and some shook their heads defiantly, and some, with more than one head, shook both, or all.
"What do request?" Another senator asked.
"To recieve more reinforcements immediately!" Herede queired.
"Our resources are stretched. Bring all your men back, and your peers as well." the senator responded.
"But...but Dxun! And Onderon! I have good men, fighting on the surface of that god-forsaken moon! Surely you have somebody who will volunteer?" Herede intercepted.
"We do not, Admiral. The Jedi Council forbid more Jedi from joining, and the republic fleet is already still locked around Coruscant." Herede heard them speak, their tones wavering.
"Bring all men back to the nearest hidden base. There, we will aid you by assigning more forces, and a greater support system." The senators bickered.
Herede had no choice. As he watched his fighters fall against lethal mandalorians, he knew there was little he could to help them. So, he had his orders.

Message to all friendly units...
Mandalorians have taken our positions, and our fleet would be decimated! Any fully operational or passive Republic forces pull back! Pull Back! We shall go to the hidden stronghold of Iridonia!

Meanwhile, on the Jungle moon of Dxun...

"What?!?" Green Captain yelled, as he was Herede's flagship surge into Hyperspace.
"Don't do anything we'll regret!" Blue Captain simpered.
"What?! What do you want me to do? Our own captain has left us for gods sake!" Green Captain shrieked.
"He'll be back." Blue captain assuringly.
"What makes you so sure?" Green captain asked.
"I have a hunch." Blue captain responded.

(OOC: Why am I doing Dxun as well as the Space Battle? Well, I'm showing the beginning of Blue Captain's Jedi training by one of the accompanying Knights, and the twist that I'll put in. Plus a ground assault of Dxun would be nice, so I gotta get prepared. ;) )

OOC: I'm storming Dxun as soon as I finish off most of Harold's fleet. ^_^ I'll leave Harold's ship itself semi-intact.

OOC: I was wondering if Revan's flagship was called the Leviathan during the Mandalorian wars. If not than I will change the name.

IC: Above Dxun

A fleet of 53 Republic cruisers, destroyers, and support craft entered the system in time to see that Admiral Herede was about to retreat. Revan stood aboard his flagship, the Leviathan, and watched utter chaos take hold. "Open a channel to Admiral Herede. Ask him if he needs our help."

"Yes sir."

OOC: Gd evening Kay. I am actually involved b4 anyone asks, I just havent had the chance to post recently

IC: The Scion clan had waited many a year for this chance. The Republic was weakened by it's war with the Sith Lord Exar Kun, and the Mandalorians would now rise up and make a stand against the Republic.

The fleet returned to real space above Dxun, the lead ship instantley opening comms to the other Mandalorian forces in the area,"The Scion have arrived. Where is our assitance required?"

M -- Scion, you're late. Want to take care of these newcomers? *referring to Revan's fleet*

S - Aplogies. We were... delayed. I will deal with this with pleasure Mandalore.

The fleet turned and engaged the enemy forces shown to the ships. This should be interesting. They are fresh...

"Sir, we're being attacked!"

"Scramble the fighters and split the fleet. Send one half up and the otherdown. Tell them to collapse on the Mandalorians. And try to find out where Malak is."

"At once sir."

M -- Go to victory, Scion.

"As always."

The Scion fleet deployed into two divisions. Each was fully capable of engaging the enemy, and yet able to provide the other with fire power. But it was no pincer movement. This was a new strategy that had only ever been tested. The ships were ready, bristling. Now, it was left to the enemy to make the first strike...

The enemy seemed know Revans thoughts. Malaks small fleet should arrive any moment. Hopefully. "Tell first division to attack from underneath one of their divisions, and the second to attack from the top of the other one. And make sure they get close enough so that they can't give each other cover without hitting each other."

"Won't we lose alot of ships, sir?"
Revan looked out of the forward viewports. "Yes. Yes we will."

M -- So...Scion wants to test out their new manuver...this should be interesting to watch.

As the Revan forces closed in, something very strange seemed to happen to the Scion fleets. Although they were bein fired on from above and below, they accelerated. The stardrives hauled the frames through the void, leaving small pinpricks of light on the black... spatial mines.

In the lead ship, the Clan Master watched a viewscreen, directing his ships. This tactic was risky, to say the least. As the fleet reformed, he brought them about, and ordered all ships to open fire. The enemy would have a few choices... but all would lead to their destruction

S - Wipe them out. All of them

OOC: Palpatine references... gotta love em

OOC: That's what Mandalore said for Harold's fleet, too, lol.

OOC: Ah, gotta love em, lol

"It is Jedi Master Revan, sir." the lieutenant chimed in, as he began to slip to hyperdrive.
"Send out all available forces. Deploy 12 capital ships, and launch the fastest fighters you can." Herede answered.
"Sir, are we still retreating to the Sol?" his lieutenant asked.
"Yes. However, I must tell him of that." Herede replied.

"Master Revan, you must retrest your forces to the secret base of Iridonia. We must fortify the more important worlds first. Only after that can we return and finish Dxun. Please respond. I am sending all available fighters and capital ships to your command."

As he finished his communication, he turned to his lieutenant, and spoke, "Punch it." The Central, and a small group of fighters entered Hyperspace, headed towards Iridonia. No mandalorian could find them there.

The fighters left behind sped up towards the upcoming battle, as the mandalorian fighters and Revan's fighters squared off, about to do battle. The support of Herede's fighters gave them the strength of numbers, and hopefully, firepower.

Meanwhile, on Dxun...

The crew was asleep, but Blue Captain was not. As he looked into the flickering fire, he saw a burning planet, and a blaze that did not die. He gasped horridly.
"What kind of terrible work is this?" Blue Captain gasped.
"Seen it, have you?" A nearby Jedi exclaimed, fixing her lightsaber. "The mask of the mandalorians wars?"
"You're awake? But you need sleep. You Jedi must be strong to guide us." Blue Captain replied.
"Believe me, the Mandalorians have no reservations." The hearted Jedi spoke again, a final tone in her voice.
"Who are you?" Blue Captain asked intently, curious.
"I am Traya, a Jedi historian. An exile." The Jedi spoke, her voice drifting off.
She had long hair, silky hair, and her eyes were a pungant greenish tone. She was, human, but her manner did not seem so. Her lightsaber, a stark, purple blade, shone deeply across the smooth skin. She was not old, but then again, her experience showed that she was not young.

"I am sorry, for your exile." Blue Captain apologised.
"Save your pity. I am a Jedi. I am here to save you, not the other way around." she hissed. "However, the Force runs through you like a strong tide, a great breeze that turns to a gale. I offer to train you in secret, as I am training another, to become stronger."
"I..." he thought carefully, "...accept your offer, Master." Blue Captain submitted.

(OOC: Now, some of your KOTOR II people are going to be like 'but jenrak, you're being a complete retard by having traya, and she's not blah blah blah. I know Traya probably wasn't in the Mandalorian wars, but she did have something to do in it. Kavar said 'I thought you'd died in the Mandalorian Wars.' to which she responded 'Died? No! Became stronger? Yes." Who knows Perhaps she became Darth Traya during the Mandalorian Wars. That's just me talking. However, for KOTOR II fans, Blue Captain will become a very venerable character. Some of you might guess him already. ;) )

Revan thought something was a little strange in the way that the Mandalorians were acting. "Their running? Mandalorians don't run." Nothing made sense. All of the sudden several ships exploded. "Report!"

"They just exploded. We are picking up small objects on sensors."
"Spatial mines! Tell the fleet to stop, NOW! Tell them to persue the Mandalorians above and below the areas where the mines are most likely to end up after fired from the ships. And where the hell is Malak?!"

OOC: Jenrak, wasn't it you that had a ship near Mandaloria? I posted something for you.

IC:
Captain Azra, keep an eye on Scion's battle...should they need assistence, alert me.

*He turns and heads off the bridge...he planned to storm Dxun, and had preparations to make.*

S - Death to the fool who attacks us... especially the Jedi!

Several ships took large hammerings from Republic weaponry, two of them exploding under the enormous weight of firepower. The remaining ships engaged head on. They were smaller than the Republic ships - Scion had a reputation as being highly hit and run in their tactics - making them difficult targets...

OOC: I'm not sure. I don't think so, I had of my forces above Dxun. Maybe. I'll check.

"Sir, their engaging."
"Exellent. Get as close as you can."

The Scion ships pushed deep into the heart of the enemy, then came the slow realisation that they were surrounded,"Mandalore, we could do with some support here"

After a long battle Harold's fleet had magaged to group up. They had managed to join becuase of the sudden break they had seen after they had e4ncountered reaven they had managed to open a small opneing in the fleet but at a cost of 11 capital ships 210 figthers The Mandolarians had suffered little causlties seitmated between 3 and 5 capital ships and about 120 fighters.

Harold said," Rally soldiers of the Republic and fear not pain nor death we fight for the glory and preservation of the Republic. This great threat presented by the Mandolarians must be ended."

"Their surrounded."
"Send in as many boarding craft as possible with fighter protection. The main thing the Capital ships need to worry about Mandalor himself. Tell Malak to go to Iridonia and meet up with the rest of the fleet." With that command boarding craft with soldiers and a few Jedi launched at the enemy.

"Sir, boarding parties are inbound"

The Clan Master paced,"Secure all stations. Prepare to repel borders. We are in for a fight here lads!"

A -- Mandalore, the Scion fleet is in trouble.

M -- Take us in...avoid their bombs. Tell him his plan needs work.

*The Mandalore fleet begins converging on the combined Revan/Harold fleet, raining death in the form of deadly laser beams*

OOC: Someone posted a little while ago asking whether the Leviathan was Revan's ship. The answer is no. The Leviathan was Malak's flagship. Revan's ship was never named.
IC: As Prec Salco's fleet left hyperspace near Iridonia, the fleet began deploying in a defensive position around the planet. Salco's flagship, the Force's Ally, took center.

The next week, Dxun time...

"Feel the force, the ebb of life. The wrapping that binds all things. As one can use the force to strengthen themselves, they can use the force to strengthen others." Traya whispered to Blue Captain, as he meditated, while the others were asleep.
"I sense a disquiet in you. What is wrong?" She queried.
"I am just wondering. If one could bolster entirely their allies, then could one drain entirely their enemies?" Blue Captain asked.
"You mistake my lesson, apprentice." Traya notioned. "The force does not think of friendships, alliances, and thoughts. It thinks out of it's own will. To bolster one's allies you must be near them. To drain one's powers you must be near as well. If you are training for a thing that cannot be mastered, you will inevitably fail."
"Forgive, teacher." Blue Captain whispered, as he meditated once again. This time, however, his body rippled with power, and his hands began to churn. His eyes opened wide, and his pupils no longer existed. He was in terrible pain. But, as the Force had it, it diminished quietly.
"Why did you display such an act?" Traya asked.
"I couldn't help myself. The war was too terrible. Even now I could feel thousands of people, mandalorian and republic, dying with every breath. I can't stand by and let them die!" Blue captain argued.
"Then you have learned nothing. To help those is to rob them of their potential strength. To help yourself, further strengthens yourself, while it weeds out the ones who are incapable of reaching their potential. That is the lesson of Dxun. Every animal is a prey to another. To eliminate the predator, the prey must become stronger, no matter the means. That is survival. That is power." Traya lectured.
"I...will condole on this, master jedi." Blue Captain regrettingly submitted.

Harold fleet advanced against the Mandolarians. The figthers webt forward and attacked the Mandolarians.

"Their attacking."
"The boarding craft are in close enough. Tell the fighters to break off and engage the new enemy. Also tell the capital ships to engage."
Most of the boarding craft made it ok and attached to their targets. Republic soldiers and Jedi poured out and engaged the Mandalorians in their own ships.

M -- *Returning to the bridge* Fools.

*********************
The Mandalorian fighters sprang at the Harold fighters with a fierceness unparalleled in the annals of history. Harold would gain nothing from this...save losses. The Mandalorians, under the direction of Mandalore himself, would take Dxun. The moon was valuable...why, he would not say...but soon, all would know.

Laser fire streaked down hallways towards the Republic forces. The Odin was the most at risk. She had been badly damaged in the battle, and now was bleeding radiation. Her crew were forfeit, they knew that much. Captain Odios led his men against the Republic and the Jedi,"We will never back down! You will pay for this!"

The Republic soldiers were under a barrage of fire. Most tried to take cover, while others stood in the open and shot ant the enemy. The Jedi were put infront of the group to try and block as many lasers as possible, while the Republic soldiers followed behind them firing at the Mandalorians.

M -- Comm, signal Third Division.

*Barely a minute later, a Third Marilian "fleet" drops into the system. Releasing its fighters, it joins First and Second Divisions and they continue pummeling the Republic forces*

M -- Damage report thus far, Captain?

A -- Six Battleships lost, two hundred fighters.

M -- I had expected better...On to Victory.

Odios looked around at the ship he called home. She was burnt, beaten, scarred... but she still pulsed with life. Whilst she did, so did he. He ordered his men to fall back to an intersection, setting up withering fire in a desperate attempt to hold off the Republic forces. The Odin would be a great sacrifice to Scion, but it was worth it

Mandoloria:

Jedi Master Slipknot listened to the radio signal from Madoloria. He was nervous. He knew that they were serious, and the had to move fast. So, Master Slipknot sent a return messege.

"Mandolorians,
We are members of Jedi Force Rock. We come with no intention of harm or fighting. We are just scouting around the planet, nothing more. If you still require us to move, we shall move away a considerable amount of distance from the planet." He waited for a hopefully peaceful response.

"Sir the Scion fleet is distracted."
"Tell the fleet to fire on them and then, after destroying their targets, to leave the sector."
"But, won't that kill our own troops?"
"Yes, and for that I am sorry, but sacrafices must be made."

With that the Republic fleet turned and fired.

The Odin and the Nexus bore the brunt of the firepower. Their powerplants detonated, the shockwaves spreading through the Scion fleet. Another ship, the Geras, exploded along with them. As the lights flickered into life, the Clan Master called,"Damage reports"

"Will take some time, Sir!"

He grimaced,"MAke it as quick as possible!"

Mandoloria:

Jedi Master Slipknot listened to the radio signal from Madoloria. He was nervous. He knew that they were serious, and the had to move fast. So, Master Slipknot sent a return messege.

"Mandolorians,
We are members of Jedi Force Rock. We come with no intention of harm or fighting. We are just scouting around the planet, nothing more. If you still require us to move, we shall move away a considerable amount of distance from the planet." He waited for a hopefully peaceful response.
You have thirty minutes to be out of our sensor range.

******Dxun******

A -- The Scions aren't faring very well, Sir.

M -- And the Republic is killing its own troops. An unexpected manuver. Aim for their lead ship.

*The Ultrinnan unleashed a deadly salvo, aiming for Revan's ship.*

"Their fleet is in disary"
"Keep on firing. Don't leave anything left."
"Aye, sir"

The drippy jungle of Dxun was not very welcoming, as Green Captain and Blue Captain cut through the jungle, the Jedi following close behind, with the Republic Pilots dragged behind, as lazy as they were on the ground.
The group had sore feet, and one of them complained of worms entering his foot. A claim of healing from the Jedi silenced his lazy accusations.

As they bulked around the jungle, they arrived at a deadly pack of bomas, lead by a devastating Zakkeg. The massive monstrous beast, with a steel-like hide, and sharp, bloodly front claws, seemed to control a savage group of bomas efficiently, as it lumbered about with its brown tonage blending in the with hill's dirty bottom. The green leaves seemed to make it easier to notice, however.

The beast lunged at the advancing Jedi, as the Consulars stayed behind and focused their minds. The soldiers became invigorated, and they felt an aura of invincibility surge about them. The bomas however, backed off and began to retreat, leaving the massive general-like Zakkeg to deal with the Jedi and the soldiers.

"All republic forces, provide cover fire for the Jedi!" Green Captain yelled out, as the Guardians leapt towards the monster and slashed, their lightsabers barely piercing the thick armor of the Zakkeg. The sentinels, using their lethal long ranged lightsaber throws, attempted to pierce the thick hide by launching lightsabers, but it proved to no avail. The consulars, and their magnificent green robes and lightsabers had the most success, in stunning and making the delicately minded creature passive for more than just a few seconds. Although this was just a couple seconds, it caused an echo of attacks.

Green Captain drew out his carbine, aimed it carefully at the monster, and when it was released from the stasis, he let loose his volley. The result was a trampling beast, ripping apart all in its way as it stumble around half blinded. The Zakkeg, with its massive claws and gripping hands, tore the Green Captain apart, ripping his body in half.

Blood poured out everywhere, and the flesh flew in every direction. Amidst the watery gore and the terrible onslaught, Blue Captain unleashed his fury, and let loose a bevy of bright purple stripes, as it screamed across the furiously pumping ground, and eradicated the lives of nearby wildlife, and more importantly, the devastating Zakkeg it self. Blue captain observed the damage done by fury, and was taken aback. He was just a Jedi Padawan, but his powers were equal to a Sith Lord. Something was wrong with him.

With that messege said, Jedi Master Slipknot ordered his fleet to move back as far as they could while still being able to see the planet well. It was clear the Master Slipknot wanted to do anything possible to keep there hovor over Mandaloria peaceful. There was no need for violance, not yet. Master Slipknot did not want to be part of the war just yet.

***Mandoloria***

The captain of the sentinel ship turned to his comm officer.

"Prepare a report. There are Jedi here. Mandalore will want to know."

"Aye, Sir."

Jedi Master Harold gave the order to attack and chagre until the Mandolarian fleet was broken and do not waver for the Mandolarians are humans too.

The Secret Base of Sol, Iridonia

"Are you sure these things are all right?" Herede asked an Iridonian technician.
"They're the you can get from the Zabrak." the technician replied, his horns slicing up into the air. The massive warships constructed by the Iridonians were skeptical at best, but if it helped the Republic War effort, Herede had to accept it.

***

"Punch it." Herede answered four hours later, with a sizable republic fleet following him to Dxun once again. "I do not leave people behind."

***

"Sir, we're at Dxun." the lieutenant said.
"This is more violent than before." Admiral Herede corrensponded. "Send a message to Master Revan and Harold."
"Yes sir." the lieutenant replied.

"Master Revan and Master Harold, I am Admiral Herede of the Republic Fleet. I have orders from the Senate to provide cover for your men while you jump to Hyperspace to the Sol. Unless I am mistaken, we require the utmost protection of the Sol, as a new weapons is being designed by their technicians. I know you are trying to eliminate Mandalorian resistances, but you have done enough to cripple their main attack forces for a bit. We can destroy them later once our weapon is complete. Please, Master Revan, Master Harold, we need to retreat to Iridonia. I wil provide covering fire."

M -- They don't know when to give up. Send an encrypted comm signal to Draxz...tell him to attack from their rear. Bring our fleet in. Then we show them our true might.

A -- Signal sent, Sir.

*The Maril fleet begins to reconverge. They have lost twelve Battleships and 339 fighters. They are ready.*

Revans fleet was only half as powerful as in the begining of the battle and was in dire need of repair.
"Sir, Incoming transmission. It seems that Admiral Herede wants us to retreat. They will provide cover fire."
"Understood. Give the order to retreat, and give the Admiral my thanks."

The Scion fleet reconverged, and attempted to punch a hole in the Republic fleet... now it just had to work

A -- They are retreating, Sir. The Scion fleet is going after them.

M -- Let them retreat. Tell the Scions to disengage. Keep firing at them until they are out of range...begin moving toward the Scion fleet, see if they require assistence.

A -- Yes sir.

Message to Scion Fleet

Mandalore commands that you disengage Republic forces, and inquires as to what assistence you require.

The ships continue firing at the retreating Republic Forces.

Confirmed. We are retreating. We have many wounded and some damage to our ships.

Once the coordinates were put into the computer Revan's fleet jumped towards the Sol.

Confirmed. We are retreating. We have many wounded and some damage to our ships.
M -- Second Division, take care of it.

*Roughly a third of the Maril fleet breaks off and joins the Scion fleet.*

A -- What will we do, Sir?

M -- We invade Dxun. Move forward.

*The Marilian fleet moves forward, towards the moon. Dropships pour out of the main ships, and enter the planet's atmosphere*

The Scion fleet gladly welcome the Maril 2nd, and together they began to treat the wounded and repair the ships as best they could. It would be some time before the Scion Assualt troops could enter the action, but they would. It was all a question of timing

Revan's fleet arrived at the Sol damaged and in severe need of medical supplies. "Tell all Republic ships in the area that we need medical supplies and repaires, immediately."

A -- Sir, we have a message coming in from the homeworld. It appears that a Jedi fleet approached the planet. It withdrew when asked, and has made no hostile moves.

M -- Fifth through Eigth can handle it, easily. I am not concerned. Take care of things for me, Captain. I'm going planetside.

*The final dropship leaves the Ultrinnan, with Mandalore aboard. Those ships that were damaged began repairs*

After talking to Master Vandar for a while, Jedi Master Slipknot came outof the transmission room.

"Alright men. Since the Mandolorians have detected our presence, our orders are to leave and return home. Any questions?"

A pilot raised his hand. "Yes, why are we retreating?"

"We are not retreating." said Master Slipknot. "Since we are not sure what exactly the Mandolorians will do, we must leave here so we don't find ourself in battle. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now, let's jump into hyperspace and get out of here."

The Engiunes were turned on and the Jedi's left Mandoloria.

We will order the surviors of the first unit that retreated at So now all sips exit the battle and enter hyperspace. 5.4.3.2.1.. gooo.

Captain Azra, aboard his ship, recieved word of the Jedi's withdrawal, and made a note of it, for Mandalore, for when he returned.

***Planetside***

The Maril troops landed in Dxun's capital city. They overtook it swiftly, their ground troops being aided by their bombers.

Mandalore's unit pushed through to Government HQ. Breaking in, they fought their way to the council room.

M -- I am Mandalore. This planet is mine. You can negotiate to deal with that, or *He raises his blaster pistol and centers it on the governor's head* you can die.

After arriving at the Sol system Harold order assement of casualties. They 96 surving capital ships 30 had been damaged and other 5 ships had been disabled 1860 fighters had survied and 142 had been damaged amd 80 were permantely damaged.

"Master Revan and Harold have jumped to Hyperspace, sir!" the lieutenant corresponded.
"Good. Provide some cover so that the Mandalorians don't follow their ion trail." Herede remarked.
"But sir, won't they detect ours when we leave?" The lieutenant asked.
"These are Iridonian ships. They can't be detected." Herede smirked with a grin. "Alright, fight fire with fire."

The sleek Iridonian Matalait warships squared off against the Mandalorian capital ships. Although the Mandalorians were the greatest of weaponmakers, and their destruction unbeaten, the Zabraks were not far behind. They have been able to duplicate some parts of Mandalorian designs, but they still lack the firepower to do the damage Mandalorians could do. However, with a little luck, they could destroy a reasonable number before retreating.
The quad-cannons of the Matalait sped out of their cockpits, and the gunners floated in mid-air. Volatile red blaster shots slashed around the dark starry space that encircled them, and the firefight was difficult.
"Sir, we've been able to take out the shield of a Mandalorian capital ship." The lieutenant responded.
"Good. Concentrate all firepower to that ship, and then jump to Hyperdrive immediately." the Admiral replied.

The cannons bursted with energy, as the charging humming of the cannons began. The power blasts shot off from the quad-lasers pierced the formidable Mandalorian defense, and it seemed inevitable that the Mandalorian Capital ship would have fallen. As they fired the power shots, four Mandalorian torpedoes blasted a capital ship out of space, and it began to slip towards Dxun's gravity. The rest of the fleet jumped to Hyperspace.

Meanwhile, on Dxun...

"Blue Captain, come here!" A soldier yelled, as the blue captain trudged over the Jedi squad and saw the massive structure aboard the Dxun Jungles. It was a massive, pillared building, with dark bricks to decorating the outer layer. A metal ramp the size of a freighter was steeply tilted to a great causeway, with tall, stone statues standing imperiously along the ramp. The giant doors, made from Mandalorian Iron, was semi-closed, and the smooth dirt and polish surfaces noted that no one has been inside, or even near the structure for centuries. The Jedi felt uneasy, but they had no choice. They had to stay in this unknown building for shelter.
"Alright, everyone, we move into that building." Blue Captain ordered.

OOC: Uh...Jenrak...you ignored the RP about the Aerotroopers...

IC:

Falsazag was uneasy as he stepped into the elevator to Level 18. He paused, as he read the directions again.

This has to be the place... he thought, looking around. The directions Salaza gave him were very detailed. He would never have found the elevator on his own.

"So, you're here," a voice said from the shadows.

Falsazag jumped and turned to see Salaza standing in the half-light of the corridor. His face half-concealed by shadow.

"Come." is all he said.

In a matter of minutes, they had reached level 18. It must have been miles below ground: it was deeper than the rest of the complex.

"What you are about to see is known to only a few dozen Space Pirates in the Galaxy. If you tell anyone of what you are about to see here, then your punishment is extermination or Death by Metroid. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Falsazag said uneasily, looking around at the room they had just entered. It was a small, dimly-lit room. Giant windows covered both sides of the room. Both had blast doors on them, for each was closed. All around the room, there were instruments, data records, logbooks, and a variety of other Space Pirate technical equipment.

"So...what is this new secret weapon," Falsazag said, looking at the various display pannels, "Or have I been led astray?"

"Oh, you will see. We've prepared a demonstration." Salaza said, reading over a datapad as he did so.

"Actually," he added, "this is our final combat-test before we okay this one for service."

With a groan the right blastdoor opened, revealing a huge room completely pitch-black. There was only one circle of light, about 15 feet across in the center of the room. There stood two people: a man and a woman. Humans, who looked terrified and helpless at the window at the Space Pirates.

"Give them the weapons," Salaza said, calmly.

A small pannel opened up in the floor in front of the couple, on that pannel was a variety of heavy Mandelorian, Republic, and Space Pirate weaponry. The couple grabbed the weapons eagerly. As they did so, Salaza explained what was happening.

"We found these two a few months ago. Aparently, they were vacationing with their small children. We have already disposed of the children to the Metroids, but the parents we kept for experimentation. Now, in 20 seconds, the weapon is going to be released. Then, you will see what Space Pirate technology is capable of."

The man and woman were buisy checking their weapons; looking for booby-traps, checking to see if there was ammo, and finally firing a few rounds into the ground in order to test them out. They worked fine.

"Five...four...three...two...one..." Salaza counted down.

Just as he reached the one, the man turned his heavy weapon and fired it at the window. Falsazag began to move, but it was too late to react! The red shots sped towards the window.

Then, something strange happened.

The shots twisted and turned a full 90 degrees in the air: heading towards the far end of the pitch-black coorditor. With a strange sucking sound, a brilliantly glowing yellow sphere appeared. It was there for only a few seconds: but it was there long enough for Falsazag to see a huge creature standing there.

The man and woman, horrified, turned to the creature and began to fire. Huge energy-grenades, Mandelorian laser shots, and GAV weapons flew through the sky; and all got sucked into the giant yellow sphere of light.

This time, Falsazag could see the creature (http://metroidonline.tripod.com/l33t.gif), standing almost four meters tall. It had a huge weapon mounted on its shoulder, and had two huge claws. All of the energy from the room was sucked into that yellow sphere that came from its right hand. As the shots entered the yellow sphere, the giant cannon on the thing's back began to glow. It began to glow brighter and brighter, until it finally erupted in a blue-and-red blast.

Then, in an instant, everything was quiet. A massive hole was now where the two people had been. Nothing was left.

And the thing had not taken a scratch.

OOC: I've got to run...sorry for the shitty post, but I don't have any more time...

OOC: Uh...Jenrak...you ignored the RP about the Aerotroopers...

OOC: Whoops! Sorry. I'll say some of my guys are dead then. It'd be kinda confusing to re-RP all of that. So, I'll improvise.

"Damn this place!" A soldier groaned, as he tried to crawl around the misty tunnel of the unknown structure. The hall was thick, and the air war hard to breathe in.
"Those flying things better not be here!" A soldier whisped, talking about the deadly space Pirates Aerotroopers.
"You're absolutely right." Blue Captain murmured behind them.
The Jedi followed suite, and one of them screamed violently.
"What's happening?!" One of the soldier gasped, as the Jedi ran around frantically, his mind in deep psychological pain.
"Calm down." Blue Captain urged. "Calm down!" But the Jedi still was insane.
Wielding his deadly green lightsaber, the Jedi swung deeply at the Blue Captain, and it was successful in shearing his torso, although only the tip had touched him. The scar was massive, and another stroke lunged at his legs and hands incapacitated him entirely. The Jedi ran around rampant, until he was put into Stasis, and finally silenced, painlessly. A brief moment of grief was in order.
As the republic troops went to pick up Blue Captain, Traya chimed in threateningly, "He is dead. Leave him be. There is nothing you can do to bring him back."
"We have to get out of here! We were better off in the jungle!" The soldiers and jedi agreed.

***

"Awaken, child." A long, surly voice echoed throughout the chamber, as Blue Captain tried to desperately bring himself up to speed.
"Who-who are you?" Blue Captain asked the voice echoing throughout his psyche.
"I am Freedon Nadd, a Jedi, like yourself." The voice rumbled.
"I am no Jedi." Blue Captain responded.
"Indeed? You surge of the Force, yet you know nothing of potential. Use your strength to feed yourself." Nadd instructed.
"I will not do it for my own sake." Blue Captain motted.
"Then do it for the Republic. Learn the ways of my teachings, to destroy your enemies." Freedon Nadd commanded.
"I...yes. Destroy the Mandalorians! But how?" Blue Captain asked.
"First, you will learn what I will teach you apprentice..."

OOC:Woot I'm here...er...sorry I'm late hehehehe, where and when can I fit in?)

OOC: oops I guess too late, well at least I know where the board is =)

OOC:Woot I'm here...er...sorry I'm late hehehehe, where and when can I fit in?)

OOC:You can RP an argument between your character's master and himself/herself, then forge a fleet together and help revan, harold, or others (like salco or me)

Mandalore returned to the Ultrinnan. He was disappointed that the Dxun people had not put up more of a fight...but he had a feeling that there were Republic forces...and maybe Jedi, as well, on the planet...along with an alien race. These would not be quite ready to relinquish the planet. No matter...the cities on the moon were beginning to craft the shield he had in mind...better than the current Mandalorian sheilds...polarized the same, but sturdier. To prevent sabotage, Marilese troops watched the workers constantly. Already, one had been made example of. As the previous battle had shown, Mandalorian defenses were not yet perfect. He already had his tribe's best minds working on a deadlier gun.

Stepping onto the bridge, he was greeted by Captain Azra.

"Captain...summon the Clan Leaders."

A -- "Yes, Sir."

*A signal, heavily encrypted, pulsed its way through the galaxy. The encryption was unique to Mandalore, and would serve as a signature to the other Clan Leaders, who were the only ones who would be able to unencrypt it. It consisted of one word...Come.*

M -- "Captain, I notice that the damage we have is heavier than when I left."

A -- "Yes, Sir. Shortly after you left there was another attack. Republic forces managed to take out the Versta."

M -- "Damn. Some of my best officers were on that ship. Carry on. Tell Draxz to continue his planetary invasion. Inform our troops that they will be assisted by Khiraebanaan troops."

A -- "Yes, Sir."

Message to Draxz of Khiraebanaa
Continue invasion of Dxun. Work with Marilian troops.

M -- Before I return to the planet, Captain, is there anything else I need to know?

A -- Yes, Sir. The Jedi fleet has withdrawn from Mandalorian space entirely.

M -- Good. *turns on his heel and leaves*

*Meanwhile, on Dxun*

Mandalorian warriors continued with their takeover of the moon. Cities continued to fall, and the name "Mandalore" swept like wildfire even through those places that the warriors themselves had not gotten to yet, striking terror into the hearts of civilian and soldier alike. Jungle sweeps would begin as soon as the metropolitan areas were taken care of.

Captain Picard sat mincing in the captain's chair of the starship enterprise while sipping a hot cup of earl grey tea. He was staring impatiently at the viewscreen in front of him.

Picard - "Number 1...Have we made contact with With Captain Sheridan and the Babylon 5 Space Station?"

Riker - "Yes Captain...We are set to rendez-vous with John Criton and the crew of Moya as we speak".

Picard - "Excellent, ready the wing commanders and the BattleStar Glalactica Fleet...we're going to give these Mandolorian's a surprise they will never forget."

Riker - "But sir...what about the prime directive? Are we not interefering with the natural development of the Star Wars universe?"

Picard - "Well Number 1...sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelett. Now enough chat...ready the universe jumping portal"

Ensign Nobody - "Universe jumper ready Captain. The fleet awaits for your signal."

Picard - "Well then...LET's MAKE IT SO!!!"

Captain Picard sat mincing in the captain's chair of the starship enterprise while sipping a hot cup of earl grey tea. He was staring impatiently at the viewscreen in front of him.

Picard - "Number 1...Have we made contact with With Captain Sheridan and the Babylon 5 Space Station?"

Riker - "Yes Captain...We are set to rendez-vous with John Criton and the crew of Moya as we speak".

Picard - "Excellent, ready the wing commanders and the BattleStar Glalactica Fleet...we're going to give these Mandolorian's a surprise they will never forget."

Riker - "But sir...what about the prime directive? Are we not interefering with the natural development of the Star Wars universe?"

Picard - "Well Number 1...sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelett. Now enough chat...ready the universe jumping portal"

Ensign Nobody - "Universe jumper ready Captain. The fleet awaits for your signal."

Picard - "Well then...LET's MAKE IT SO!!!"

OOC: Okay, just ignore that.

IC:

Admiral Herde walked over to Revan. "Master Jedi, welcome to Iridonia, the home of Zabraks, and the command cluster of the Mass Shadow Generator."

OOC: Uh, Non-Theocrats, I might be mistaken,

OOC: Think nothing of it...people make mistakes all the time...we're only human after all :)

IC: The starship enterprise, Babylon 5, Moya and the Wing Commander/BattleStar Galactica fleet suddenly emerged from the universe jumping portal right in the middle of the Mandalorian fleet.

Picard - "Shields up...ready all phasors and photon torpedos...signal the fleet to arm...launch BattleStar Galactica Fighters...Tell Moya to do whatever the hell it normally does in Farscape".

Some Guy - "Roger Captain...Executing your orders and Taking us in now".

Picars Smiled...this was going to be a groin-grabbingly good war he thought. (That's right...Captain Picard thinks thing he would normally never say)

OOC: Think nothing of it...people make mistakes all the time...we're only human after all :)

IC: The starship enterprise, Babylon 5, Moya and the Wing Commander/BattleStar Galactica fleet suddenly emerged from the universe jumping portal right in the middle of the Mandalorian fleet.

Picard - "Shields up...ready all phasors and photon torpedos...signal the fleet to arm...launch BattleStar Galactica Fighters...Tell Moya to do whatever the hell it normally does in Farscape".

Some Guy - "Roger Captain...Executing your orders and Taking us in now".

Picars Smiled...this was going to be a groin-grabbingly good war he thought. (That's right...Captain Picard thinks thing he would normally never say)

OOC: Okay, I'm confused. What side are you on?

OOC: Okay, I'm confused. What side are you on?

OOC: A better question would be...What side am I not on?

IC: The main phasors of the Starship enterprise began cutting a swath of destruction through the right flank of the Mandalorian Fleet, while the rest of the Wing Commander/ BattleStar Galactica Fleet began to slowly turn the tide of the battle.

Picard - "YEEEEE HAAAAAWWWWWW....Like shooting space fish in a space barrel!!!!"

Deanna Troy - "I sense that the Mandalorian's are righteously pissed sir"

DATA - "Elementary Quantum Mechanics suggest that this is a distinct possibility Captain. It may also prove useful in executing your plan."

Picard - "Ah yes the plan...we have much work to do."

Mandalore returned to the bridge of the Ultrinnan.

M -- What the hell is this, Captain Azra?

A -- I don't know...looks like a Star Trek crossover.

M -- What? They won't come into existence for another five thousand years at best.

A -- What should we do about them, then, sir?

M -- Prime the IGNORE cannon, then release control to me. See to it that the other clans know to IGNORE them as well.

A -- Yes, Sir.

*The IGNORE Cannon charges up, and Mandalore aims it for the Enterprise's bridge. There was no weapon more powerful than the fabled Mandalorian IGNORE Cannon. He fires it. Shields are inconsequential...the Enterprise is no more*

As the USS Enterprise explodes into ignomity along with its allies, Mandalore shakes his head. "What a bad bit of role play...that's not how Picard would ever act. Did this nation even sign up for this rp? No matter...Carry on, Captain."

Mandalore returned to the Ultrinnan. He was disappointed that the Dxun people had not put up more of a fight...but he had a feeling that there were Republic forces...and maybe Jedi, as well, on the planet...along with an alien race. These would not be quite ready to relinquish the planet. No matter...the cities on the moon were beginning to craft the shield he had in mind...better than the current Mandalorian sheilds...polarized the same, but sturdier. To prevent sabotage, Marilese troops watched the workers constantly. Already, one had been made example of. As the previous battle had shown, Mandalorian defenses were not yet perfect. He already had his tribe's best minds working on a deadlier gun.

Stepping onto the bridge, he was greeted by Captain Azra.

"Captain...summon the Clan Leaders."

A -- "Yes, Sir."

*A signal, heavily encrypted, pulsed its way through the galaxy. The encryption was unique to Mandalore, and would serve as a signature to the other Clan Leaders, who were the only ones who would be able to unencrypt it. It consisted of one word...Come.*

M -- "Captain, I notice that the damage we have is heavier than when I left."

A -- "Yes, Sir. Shortly after you left there was another attack. Republic forces managed to take out the Versta."

M -- "Damn. Some of my best officers were on that ship. Carry on. Tell Draxz to continue his planetary invasion. Inform our troops that they will be assisted by Khiraebanaan troops."

A -- "Yes, Sir."



M -- Before I return to the planet, Captain, is there anything else I need to know?

A -- Yes, Sir. The Jedi fleet has withdrawn from Mandalorian space entirely.

M -- Good. *turns on his heel and leaves*

*Meanwhile, on Dxun*

Mandalorian warriors continued with their takeover of the moon. Cities continued to fall, and the name "Mandalore" swept like wildfire even through those places that the warriors themselves had not gotten to yet, striking terror into the hearts of civilian and soldier alike. Jungle sweeps would begin as soon as the metropolitan areas were taken care of.


OOC: God, Non-Theocrats, what are you doing? This is a STAR WARD RP! NOt ST, or BSG, Farscape, SG1, anything like that!

IC: The Scion ships, now repaired and functioning within normal parameters. As the comm system blurted into life, the Clan Master noticed a pulsing emblem. He checked it, and then turned to his first officer,"Commander, take over here. I'm going to Mandalore."

"Yessir!"

"Oh, and fire the IGNORE cannon at the new fleet"

The celebration aboard the enterprise was cut short by a sudden jarring blast so powerful that it knock the Captain's Earl Grey right out of his hands.

Picard - "Holy Space Monkeys...what the hell was that?"

DATA - "According to the sensors...we appear to have been hit by an ignore cannon. The ship is starting to break apart...warp core breach is unavoidable."

Picard - "Damn...should have expected those sneaky Mandalorian bastards to have one of those."

Riker - "We're Doomed...DOOMED I TELLS YA!!!!"

Picard - "Well it would appear so. Prepare to abandon ship. We'll have to do this by the book. Councellor Troy, replicate some champagne and join me in an escape pod with your skimpiest councellor uniform. The rest of you...board the rest of the escape pods, but use them to crash into the enemy cannons. This way, their guns will be clogged with wreckage, giving myself enough time to escape unharmed".

Ensign Some Guy - "It's been an honor serving with you sir".

Picard - "My only regret is that I do not have more men at my disposal with which to clog up the enemy cannons. Oh well...Tis better to have love and lost then for the Captain to die. MAKE IT SO!!!!"

And with that...Captain Picard escapes to fight future battles against the Mandalorian Fleet. What future stories will be written...only time will tell!

M -- This is irritating. Destroy them.

The shieldless escape pods have no way to escape the wrath of the Mandalorian fighters. They are turned into debris well before they can achieve their mission.

A -- Foolish bastards.

M -- Indeed.

A -- The Scion Clan Master approaches.

M -- I will go to meet him. *Leaves the bridge*

Admiral Herde walked over to Revan. "Master Jedi, welcome to Iridonia, the home of Zabraks, and the command cluster of the Mass Shadow Generator."

Revan was relieved to see the Herde was all right. He was a great leader, which is what the Republic needed right now. "Thank you Admiral. I trust that my ships are being sent supplies?"

M -- This is irritating. Destroy them.

The shieldless escape pods have no way to escape the wrath of the Mandalorian fighters. They are turned into debris well before they can achieve their mission.

A -- Foolish bastards.

M -- Indeed.

A -- The Scion Clan Master approaches.

M -- I will go to meet him. *Leaves the bridge*

Prezak, Scion Clan Master, stepped onto the Ultrinnan, and waited. He was flanked by his own personal guards, who were only there if they were needed. It was not likely that they would be needed here. He watched as Mandalore approached,"It is good to see you again my friend. It has been a long time"

Councellor Troy - *Pours Champagne into two glasses* "It would appear that you plan to clog their guns with wreckage has failed Captain".

Picard - *Begins to twirl around the escape pod* "Indeed...good thing the cloaking device I installed onto this escape pod worked perfectly, allowing us to engage the secret ultrawarp drive without being seen...what is our present heading"

Councellor Troy - *Puts large trout on head* "My trout enhanced mental powers tell me that we are now lightyears away from the battle. We can now plan our come-back in secerecy."

Picard - *Begins lively interpretative irish dance* "Excellent...They will regret the day they ever crossed paths with me...MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Prezak, Scion Clan Master, stepped onto the Ultrinnan, and waited. He was flanked by his own personal guards, who were only there if they were needed. It was not likely that they would be needed here. He watched as Mandalore approached,"It is good to see you again my friend. It has been a long time"

Prezak, it has indeed been a long time. *Walks to the meeting room.* Now we must wait for the leaders of the other two clans.

Prezak sat himself down,"Do we have any indication of when the others will arrive? My men are ready, but unsure of what to do"

They will be here at the first opportunity. They've come every time I've requested their presence for the last fifteen years, after all. Should anything happen while you are here, I will have Captain Azra direct your men.

Prezak nodded,"That is good. My Captain is still injured"

Revan was relieved to see the Herde was all right. He was a great leader, which is what the Republic needed right now. "Thank you Admiral. I trust that my ships are being sent supplies?"

"They are, Master Revan. The supplies shouldn't take too long to bring, but then again, trade routes are dangerous, but this base should have enough for now." Herede responded to Revan.
"However, Master Revan, where is your friend, Jedi Master Malak?" Herede queried.

"They are, Master Revan. The supplies shouldn't take too long to bring, but then again, trade routes are dangerous, but this base should have enough for now." Herede responded to Revan.
"However, Master Revan, where is your friend, Jedi Master Malak?" Herede queried.

"That Admiral, is a very good question. He didn't arrive at the battle and I don't know if he is here. I'll have to have a look around. Do you know if anyone else made it back?"

Prezak nodded,"That is good. My Captain is still injured"
Mandalore nods. "This battle cost an unnecessary amount of lives. Nevertheless, the Republic will fall. And we will be there to take power when their worthless bureaucracy collapses."

The Sith damaged their powerbase. They are weak... we shall succeed. The Age of the Mandalorians is at last arriving. We have waited many years for such a chance

We have ever been Clans, Prezak. Maril, Scion, Domovoi, Khiraebanaa. This whole "Mandalorian" nonsense has only popped up in the last decade. If a people are going to name themselves after a man, they should wait until he's fifty years dead so that they know whether or not this is a justified course. I'm thirty-five...I still have time to fail, if fate turns that way. The best laid plan...this plan to take over these weaklings that call themselves a Republic...can all fall apart, if anyone in this command structure makes the slightest mistake. We have no room...none...for error. We train for perfection...yet we still are but human.

Meanwhile...Captain Picard was about to start a meeting of his own.


PICARD - *Rubs bare chest profusiously* "Diana, has the representative from the Borg Collective arrived yet?"

Councellor Troy - *Still with Trout on head* "Yes"

BORG REPRESENTATIVE - "Picard my man...what's up dog?"

PICARD - "Slap me some skin Borg dude...you all set for the plan?"

BORG REPRESENTATIVE - "Down like a clown Charley Brown! I'll have 10000 Borg cubes ready for you to command against the Mandalorian's very shortly."

PICARD - "Excellent...I'll naw on their skulls yet!"

Will the Mandorian fleet be able to overcome this new borg menace? Will Picard do another interpretive dance? Will the trout remain on Councellor Troy's head? Stay tuned...Same Bat-time same Bat-Channel!

We have ever been Clans, Prezak. Maril, Scion, Domovoi, Khiraebanaa. This whole "Mandalorian" nonsense has only popped up in the last decade. If a people are going to name themselves after a man, they should wait until he's fifty years dead so that they know whether or not this is a justified course. I'm thirty-five...I still have time to fail, if fate turns that way. The best laid plan...this plan to take over these weaklings that call themselves a Republic...can all fall apart, if anyone in this command structure makes the slightest mistake. We have no room...none...for error. We train for perfection...yet we still are but human.

You are the first to unite the Clans behind a common cause: the destruction of the Republic. None has ever had that kind of power before. You must see this. It is no wonder that our people regard you as a living god

God, bah. You make it sound like a religion. The minute anyone makes a shrine, I'm going to retire and shoot myself. *He takes a seat himself* Almost makes me want the old days back. You remember the Civil War? How young and brash we all were then...and yet, now look at us. All four of us, Clan Leaders.

It was that War that helped us become what we are today. If we had not done what was needed, I very much doubt we would be here today. Some do see ti as a religion you know. I know of some within my clan who do worship you

*Shakes his head*

DOn't I know it. Some people these days... thay make a mockery of all that we stand for

The Mandolorian fleet was caught off guard by the sudden opening of a transwarp conduit and the emergence of 10000 borg cubes.

PICARD - *Wearing a very new and spiffy captains ensemble* "As the old proverb says, revenge is a dish best served with a fleet of 10000 borg cubes. Prepare to attack at once. Let's win one for the gipper!!!!"

The borg onslaught was merciless. One by one, the dominoes that were the Mandalorian ships began to fall like a house of cards. Their assured destruction now seems all but assured.

OOC: For the last time, you R IGNORED! Get some RP expierence, n00b, and sort your life out. U god-mod like nothing else, and I choose to fire the IGNORE cannon once again

Indeed. However, these supply us with troops. First, we get to pound the illusions out of them, then we get to build them into soldiers our fore-fathers would have been proud of.

*A messenger approaches*

Sir, *noticing Prezak* Sir, an attack force is coming.

M -- Is Non-Theocrats showing his unregistered self in this rp again?

Yes, Sir.

Have Captain Azra fire the IGNORE cannon again.

*The IGNORE cannon wipes out the entire Collective force and the phony Cpt. Picard.*

The Mandalorian's attempted a desperate last minute defence by firing their ignore cannon at members of the borg fleet. Luckily, Picard has anticipated this.

PICARD - *Stroking a full beard which has mysteriously grown some how* "Fool me once...shame on me...Fool me twice...Shame on thee!"

With a nod from the captain, the borg were able to use their mighty adaptive powers to adapt to the ingore cannon. While a few cubes were destroyed in the process, they were still thousands left.

RANDOM BORG - *Being Borg-like* "Time to get borg-evil on your asses!"

With that...a mighty cheer went up across borg-land as the final Mandalorian Ship was destroyed.

PICARD - *A tear in his eye* "Tis truly a glorious day! I hereby proclaim the Mandalorian homeworld to be the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! Let freedom ring across the land!!!!!!"

And that is the story of how peace was brought back the the Star Wars galaxy. But...you may ask...for how long will it last? That my friends is a story for another day...

OOC: Even the Borg stand no chance against the awesome powers of the IGNORE cannon. Get the away from me, n00b! Or I will smite thee with the powers of God!

How can someone be so annoying?

OOC: I dunno, Albinoism. I put him on my ignore list b/c his posts are an eyesore. Patrick Stewart would be embarrased and ashamed to have a "fan" such as that.

OOC: *But still pretending to be in character* "Poor Mandalorians" thought Captain Picard...foiled by their own hubris they were!

OOC: Thank the heavens for the ignore list.

OOC: Indeed.

What's the ignore list? Would it help if I fired my anti-ignore-list cannon?

What's the ignore list? Would it help if I fired my anti-ignore-list cannon?

OOC: Despite us trying to ignore him, we still aren't. This guy is sure good at being annoying. That's it.

*The Giant Republic IGNORE Cannon on the Planet GoAway VI Fired a massive FindAnotherThreadToDestroy Blaster shot, which destroyed the Borg Fleet. The ships exploded into fireworks that oddly spelled out the words 'GO AWAY'.*

I'm not Harsh. You're just annoying.

IC:

On the Jungle Moon of Dxun...

"Come in Admiral. Admiral, Come in." A Jedi Sentinel asked on his com.
"This is Admiral Herede. Over." Admiral Herede responded.
"We are trapped on Dxun. Requesting tranports." The Jedi Sentinel asked.
"Confirmed. I will be sending Tranports to you within 4 standard days. What is you location?" Admiral Herede asked.
"North 35, East 11 of the Dxun Capital City." The Jedi Sentinel replied. "Mandalorian Scouts are everywhere. We're trying to get record, but we can't go near them."
"Stay where you are, and make no noise. Let me speak with Green Captain." Herede responded.
"He's dead, sir." The Jedi speeched. "Killed by a Zakkeg."
"Alright, then Blue Captain." The Jedi explained everything.
"An unknown building and mad Jedi you, say?" Herede queried. "Alright, I'll be sending an armada to escort you back to the Sol."
"Yes, Admiral." The Jedi Sentinel exclaimed.

The Sol, Sector 4

Herede ran over to Revan, and with a curious face, he asked, "What do you know about Sith temples?"

OOC: ah, crap. very sorry that ive been gone so long guys. i got hit by a car lol. broke my left leg lol. i swear, it felt quite nasty. but, im back lol.

IC: "god dammit sir, that blasted picard idiot is alive!"
"Well, i have no choice. hit him with the allpowerful n00bdestroyingignorecannonofsharpteeth gun."

Picards country promptly exploded. hurray for big guns.


In the mean time Draxz hurrys to join the meeting, although a bit late.

"Sorry im late Mandalore sir, i was delayed. Had a sudden sickness."

OOC: ah, crap. very sorry that ive been gone so long guys. i got hit by a car lol. broke my left leg lol. i swear, it felt quite nasty. but, im back lol.

IC: "god dammit sir, that blasted picard idiot is alive!"
"Well, i have no choice. hit him with the allpowerful n00bdestroyingignorecannonofsharpteeth gun."

Picards country promptly exploded. hurray for big guns.


In the mean time Draxz hurrys to join the meeting, although a bit late.

"Sorry im late Mandalore sir, i was delayed. Had a sudden sickness."


Prezak looked up,"Late as usual eh Draxz? Nothing changes does it?"

"heh, well, if i must be ridiculed, i will put a defense. I insist that our chef put something into my food in order to get pay-back for the, eh hem, minor quarall we have been having," said Draxz with a smile.
"You see, i decided that we are not having roast gornt enough, but he refuses to make it. As you can see, we had a problem," laughed Draxz.

Prezak laughed,"Ah, always the comedian. It's been so long... nearly 5 years"

Draxz frowned. "Has it really been that long? My my, it feels as if it were only yesterday we on Corilliea deep sea fishing. *sigh* yes, it has been far to long my friend."

A squad of twelve Jedi snub fighters and fourteen Republic Scouters flashed through space, as they headed towards the conquered moon of Dxun, trying to desperately avoid Mandalorian Communications and patrol ships.

Meanwhile, in the Unknown Structure...

"Go now, apprentice, and learn more of your hunger. You will help the republic by consuming the Mandalorian threat." Freedon Nadd's voice echoed through blue Captain's head, as he exited the temple. As he exited, a herd of bomas ran towards him, their claws flailing wildly.
The closer the bomas got, the stronger Blue Captain felt, when suddenly, his stomach lurked heavily and he fell, in indomidable pain. When he fell, the purple strands emanated from him again, and the bomas were killed, drained of life, despite Blue Captain's unconsciousness.
"Your powers are awakening, apprentice. You will soon become whole at the end of this accursed war. Jedi Flagius." Freedon Nadd's voice echoed throughout the slumber, as a pair of Mandalorians stumbled upon Flagius' unconscious body.

(OOC: I am doing some major foreshadowing. Also, Mandalorians, I know it might be a heavy thing to ask, but no matter what happens, let Flagius (Blue Captain) live, because I have something so damn cool prepared for him at the end. :D )

Prezak, you're a good one to talk about always being late. Honestly, Draxz, I have no idea what your obsession with gornt is. I'd rather eat a mynock, myself.

Draxz frowned. "Has it really been that long? My my, it feels as if it were only yesterday we on Corilliea deep sea fishing. *sigh* yes, it has been far to long my friend."

"Ah, the good times. The Civil War... the aftermath... those shaped our lives. Now, the Republic will pay!"

*Looks at Mandalore*"Mylock... man, you ahve some strange tastes in food"

"MYNOCK?" shouted Draxz with an outraged look on his face.
"I would rather eat...uhhh..uhh...BANTHA DUNG! Honestly Mandalore, for all your wisdom and skill in combat, you have no taste in food. Please eat nerf at the very least my friend!"

M -- Nerf isn't bad, and really, mynock, grilled lightly in a mild oil sauce, is better than you think. Excuse me a moment. I'll have Azra call the Fourth Division here. We need to make sure we keep this world, for the moment.

*Leaving them, he goes to the Bridge*

Azra...call in the Fourth.

A -- Yes, Sir.

*Watches as Mandalore leaves*"Let me ask you something Draxz: What do your clan think of this?"

OOC: guys ive g2g lol. my cast just broke lol. ill be back later. i dunno how it broke lol...

IC: suddenly Draxz's face had a horrible look come over it.
"Um, i think i need to use the restroom...continue without me gentleman..."
And with that, he sprinted off.

Mandalore re-enters, and notices only Prezak there.

"Draxz's gornt come back to haunt him?"

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The Fourth Division of the Marilian fleet jumps in and begins setting up a perimeter around Dxun. Second was making sure that the planet to which the moon belonged would pose no threat.

Prezak looked after his friend,Strange. Mine are behind this 100%... maybe he's having second thoughts?

"Looks like it... never touch the stuff myself"

You don't now. What do you think went into rations back before we came into power?

Good point... ok, so I don't touch it willingly. Better for you?

Yes, I believe so.

Prezak looked out at the fleet,"So, what are our plans now Mandalore?"

OOC: ah, crap. very sorry that ive been gone so long guys. i got hit by a car lol. broke my left leg lol. i swear, it felt quite nasty. but, im back lol.

IC: "god dammit sir, that blasted picard idiot is alive!"
"Well, i have no choice. hit him with the allpowerful n00bdestroyingignorecannonofsharpteeth gun."

Picards country promptly exploded. hurray for big guns.


In the mean time Draxz hurrys to join the meeting, although a bit late.

"Sorry im late Mandalore sir, i was delayed. Had a sudden sickness."


COUNCELLOR TROY - *Holding a fresly baked tray of cookies* "Captain, should we tell them that they actually fired on a holographic projection of our country...and that the glorious UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (formally the Mandalorian homeworld before it was taken over by the borg cubes) is still intact?"

PICARD - *Replacing blown transmission in his Chevy Nova* "No need Deana...somehow...I think they know already. Now where's my monkey wrench?"

Dxun factories are beginning to build new shields for our ships. We will take less damage in future encounters...and hopefully soon, we'll deal out more damage.

You know my speciality is hit-and-run attacks. Scion is not built for sustained encounters, we are smaller than the other Clans'. Still, we need better shields, that is without doubt

OOC: Alright, guys, now, you're probably think I'm stone/shot/drugged/drunk/at gunpoint/at knife-length/being yelled at my girlfriend, but no. Non-Theocrats has signed up, and I've put him as a Jedi Force. So, anybody here who has the Ignore List whammied onto him, you might want to take it off, unless you want to be entirely confused. But put it back on if he keeps this up. I'm going to try and make things legit with him, so don't worry too much. Just give him another chance, please?

Also, another person has joined the Mandalorians. Outer Heaven MK II will be joining you guys, and although I don't know how well he knows Star Wars, or good he RPs, he said he's a walking, talking Star Wars library, so it might work out. Anyways, just to tell you guys that.

Because of your very nature, I want the Scion fleet in the center of mine at the next battle. We of Maril stand and duke it out...and you utilize hit-and-run tactics. I believe it would be an effective way of doing battle.

OOC: Jenrak...I ought to blast your head in with my Mandalorian blasters. Grrrr...But, I'll look up my new guy.

Prezak nodded,"Sounds good to me. I'll go with that"

Because of your very nature, I want the Scion fleet in the center of mine at the next battle. We of Maril stand and duke it out...and you utilize hit-and-run tactics. I believe it would be an effective way of doing battle.

OOC: Jenrak...I ought to blast your head in with my Mandalorian blasters. Grrrr...But, I'll look up my new guy.

Then we're all happy. I'll send over some telegrams to him.

Much is at stake in this galaxy...and we happen to be in the center of it. Are you with me, old friend?

OOC: I TG'd OH MkII

OOC: So did I.

Much is at stake in this galaxy...and we happen to be in the center of it. Are you with me, old friend?

Prezak stood, and clasped his friends forearm,"Always Mandalore... always"

OOC: I'll be gone for an hour or two, so if you guys are taking a stab at my transports you'll have to wait for a response.

Prezak stood, and clasped his friends forearm,"Always Mandalore... always"
Excellent. The battles upcoming will be greater and grander than they ever were before. We just have to make it through. And after that, I need to ruin my "god" image, somehow...

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The Bridge

*Sensors* Captain, there are Republic ships on their way. They appear to be transports.

A -- Tell Captain Fett from Fourth Division to handle them.

*Comm* Aye, Captain.

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Fourth Division moves toward the Republic Transports, fighters boiling out of their berths and the Basilisks spewing out lasers.

Harikd afetr rallying his fleet the repairs started and gathered the remants of the other fleets. His ships assembled 20 more capital ships had joined him with 360 more figthers.

The Scion fleet had noticed the Republic transports, but hidden as they were in the gravity well of Dxun, they could wait until they could bring their speed and firepower to bear...

In his flag ship Harold said," Children of the Republic we must stand firm agianst this new threat presented by the Mandolarians. We need to rally behind Reaven in order to drive them back."

The Maril Second and Third Divisions prepared for the encounter with Harold's fleet.

OOC: Hey guys, here's a little background on the Clan of Outer Heaven.

Outer Heaven was originally created by Caldor Ta'an, an old wizened Mandolorian De&th Watch Commando tired with the ways of the De&th Watch. Deciding that he should make a new clan, Caldor gathered an impressive amount of followers, and with a chunk of the W&tch fleet, made for the Unknown Regions.

Settling on the planet Sr'kis for the next few years, Caldor taught his followers his own ideals, which were similar enough to the old Mandolorian ways. He wanted the Mandolorians to be unified before they returned, so they could rejoin their brothers, and fight gloriously. The emergence of the Mandolorian Wars has given them perfect reason to re-emerge, but Caldor Ta'an died a few months ago. In his place, a man called Casir Fett now controls the Clan of Outer Heaven...

IC: Over Dxun, ten large ships dropped out of hyperspace. These were Mandalorian Dungeon Ships. 10KM in length and equipped with a multitude of holding cells and dropship bays, along with lots of heavy weaponry, these ships are also used as Command Ships and usually spearhead invasion forces.

On top of each Dungeon Ship's Bridge was a large nameplate, identifying the ship itself. From left to right, the nine ships at the back were called: The Grim Fate, Caldor's Pride, Ta'an's Fury, Mandalore's Fist, Sr'kis's Sword, The Mandolorian Insurgence, The Warmonger, The Dark Watch and The Basilisk.

A slightly larger, more intimidating Dungeon ship led the nine. It's nameplate read: The Fett's Reprise.

On the Bridge of the Fett's reprise, Casir Fett stood at the viewport, his armour glistening, and his helmet open, revealing his face. Looking over Dxun with his Hazel eyes, Casir smiled. He'd been waiting for this day for many years. Pushing some annoying jet-black hair under his helmet, Casir turned to the Tactical Officer.

"Lt. Karsk, send out our transmission to Dxun." Casir ordered. His voice was deep and gravely, and had the sharpness of a Katana Blade (Refer to a Coreworld RP for more info on Katana's in SW).

"Yes Lord Fett." Karsk turned a few dials on his communication console, and hit a flashing yellow button. From the Fett's reprise, this message shot down to Dxun:

[Hailing all Mandolorians, this is Casir Fett of the Clan Outer Heaven. We hail from a distant world, and wish to rejoin our brothers in the glory of battle. We have brought most of our forces, and wish to use them well. If you are those we seek, make haste and reply, for we do not have much patience. Casir Fett out.]

The Scion fleet responded,Welcome to this war our brothers. Clan Master Prezak is currently occupied, but we will contact you when he returns

OOC: Whoa...I have a Captain Fett...and we have Mandalore...as in, the Mandalore...the one that united them....

IC:

A messenger burst into the conference room, and cringed at Mandalore's sharp glare.

*stuttering* S--sir! Ten unknown ships claiming to be Mandalorian have just dropped out of hyperspace!

M -- What? Come, Prezak...I wish to speak to them.

*Going to the Bridge* Open a channel, Azra.

A -- Yes, Sir.

M -- To unknown ships: I am Mandalore. I have never heard of your clan. What is your business here?

OOC: I'll be AFK for about 30 mins, I will respond soon!

OOC: I will keep watch on the board to see when the action is back...