NationStates Jolt Archive

"Enemy fighters are coming out to engage." The transport leader whispered on the comm.
"Send all forces on an evasive manuever to Dxun. We aren't armed, and we can't fight back, so make a free run for the moon. Divert all engines to the main thrusters, and all secondary power supplies to the control blasters." The Jedi Master Nenn'Itx spoke up.
The flipping of switches and the pressing of buttons waved all over the comm. channel. The Jedi Master Nenn'Itx drew long eloquent fingers, and drove them out towards the planet of Dxun, the transports sped over faster and faster towards the jungle moon. But the fighters were too fast, and the mandalorians too powerful.
"Bring me to the shield turret." Nenn'Itx commanded.
"Sir, are you sure?" The transport leader reclaimed.
"Yes, I'm sure. The Space suit will do just fine." Nenn'Itx remarked.
Slow and cumbersome, he latched on his droopy space suit, and slashed on his lightsaber, leaping out onto the top of outer roof, and with his green lightsaber, deflected blaster bolts effectively with his saber. However, although his actions allowed him to protect the ones inside his transport, it made the others more wholesome as targets.
As the Mandalorians swept to the other ships, Snub Fighters whipped out to engage them. The Jedi were battling the Mandalorians, ship to ship.

Fourth Division's Captain, Beriza Fett ((Female captain...don't let her gender fool you, guys...she's tough)), took note of the Jedi actions.

"They have forces on the planet they wish to rescue, however, Mandalore has decreed that they never reach the surface. Let us make the price too heavy for them."

Her ice blue eyes flashed beneath her helmet, and the ships under her command lashed out at the transports with deadly Mandalorian fire. The individual fighters swarmed around the Republic forces, targeting Jedi, fighter, and ship alike.

F -- Create a barrier between them and the planet.

The ships move to do so, still firing.

M -- *Over the Comm* You know the routine, Captain Fett.

F -- Yes, Sir. Leave none alive.

M -- Go to Victory.

F -- We will, Sir.

Master Jedi Nenn'Itx was weary, so he had to do things fast. The Mandalorian blockade was terribly difficult, but they should be able to break some through the lines.
As he entered back into the airlock, he sat, his form rooted firmly on the ground. His body seemed to ripple, and his body gave off a powerful, greenish aura. The others began to feel extremely powerful, a morale of invincibility.
Every trnasport and snub fighter began to become powerful, their strength to the force heightened, and their natural instincts and senses at its peak.The snub fighters lashed around in perfect organization, as the transports themselves seemed to grow in strength and armor.
"Battle Meditation. I heard it a myth." The transport commander exclaimed in awe. "Why hasn't the Mandalorians lost formation then?"
It was obvious. Despite the strength of the Force Nenn'Itx was connected to, the Mandalorians were too disciplined and skilled a group to be demoralized. So, although they didn't lose anything, the republic gained something, giving them a much better chance of breaching the blockade.

Meanwhile, on Dxun...
Traya walked over to Flagius' labored body, how she found him there was a mystery. She lifted out her hand, and within a moment's notice, her former apprentice was up.
"Tr...Traya?" Flagius asked, as his eyes began to focus on her.
"It is I, young Jedi. You have grown strong in the force, the mark of the Sith Lord still fresh upon your soul. I have a task for you." Traya demanded.
"What task?" Falgius asked.
"If you wish to save the republic, then go to Malachor V. There is an academy there, where prospecting students learn the force, so that they may become the greatest weapons of the force. Become a weapon for the republic." Traya sympathized.
"Ye...Yes! I will. But how do I get a ship?" Flagius asked.
"The Force shall guide you." She reached out her hand, and instantly, he fell asleep. "I must return, while you are left here. You will go to Malachor V, despite all odds."

F -- What is this?

*sensors* Looks like a Jedi trick.

F -- Target the Jedi. Let's see if he can evade four attacks at once. And tighten the blockade. Get some of First in here now.

*comm, relaying the message* Yes, Ma'am.

The attacks came from three sides and from above. Four laser beams lashed out simultaneously at the Jedi Nenn'Itx.

A -- Admiral Mandalore, Captain Fett is requesting some of First to join her.

M -- To tighten her blockade while not losing area? No...tell her to loosen her blockase, so that her ships won't hit each other if a transport breaks through. This ought to leave...five of her Battleships to go into the enemy directly.

A -- Yes, Sir.

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F -- Is he insane? Might as well do it, though. Loosen the barricade, send in the Iceheart, Darknell, Eris, Nemesis, and Guantlet into the Republic forces.

*The ships move to do as commanded, spewing deadly fire all the time.*

"It's done." Nenn'Itx gasped, as he sensed the oncoming Mandalorian attacks.
"Defend the Jedi!" The snub fighters responded in unison.
All at once, the Snub Fighters, and Republic Fighters encircled around the transport, the protecting the ship with their lives. However, the Mandalorian fire was too great, and it was not before 4 fell from deadly fire that the Commander pushed the boost signatures, and blasted all energy to the forward engine. The result was terrifying.
The transport was able to breach the blockade at high speed, and although it go to Dxun, the transport went off balance and landed hard near the clearing where Flagius was slumbering.
The transport commander, along with the republic soldiers and the Jedi Master, were incinerated.

In space...

The Snub fighters had done their duty, although at a terrible price. The republic fighters attempted to fly around, soaring terribly to try and find a clear spot to draw Hyperdrive, so that they could repair their force at Katarr. But the Mandalorians proved difficult to escape from, and there was no Nenn'Itx left alive to strengthen them.

F -- Provide the First Division Bomber-class Fighters Planetside with the coordinates that the ship would have come down on. As to the fighters...destroy them all.

*The Mandalorian Fighters buzzed around the Republic Forces, showing no mercy. Though the battle had been long, and several Manadlorian warriors had been lost, those still fighting behaved as though they were fresh, no trace of fatigue showed in their battle style, and their aim was as deadly as ever. To frightened, demoralized Republic troops who expected to die...they were as Death itself.*

OOC: Do you really need that transport to get through for storyline reasons? I can let it out.

OOC: Do you really need that transport to get through for storyline reasons? I can let it out.

OOC: Yeah. It's crucial that Blue Captain (AKA Flagius) gets to Malachor V.

"Jedi, you go!" The republic fighters beckoned the Jedi, as they were preoccupied fleeing from the Mandalorian fighters, as the blaster bolts zoomed around, lighting up the scary battlespace.
"No. If we go, then we both die. You go." The Jedi Snub leader explained, taking the attention of the Mandalorian fighters.
"We won't leave the Jedi!" The republic fighters murmured.
"You must! We will become one with the force if we die. There is no death!" The Snub leader snapped.
"We won't leave you!" The republic forces replied.
"You will leave us." The Jedi Snub leader proclaimed.
"We will leave you." The republic soldiers answered blankly, their minds controlled.
As the Jedi began to annoy Mandalorian fighters, the republic fighters warped to Hyperspace. It was terrible sacrifice. Of the Snub Fighters and Winged Fighters that went in the first place, only 2 republic fighters safely returned to Katarr.

Dxun...

Flagius beckoned himself, as he stirred around wispfully. "A ship?" He wondered. But then he remembered Traya's words,
The force shall guide you.
He was relieved, and when he saw the dead bodies, he felt stronger, invincible. He was learning to feed off others. He had to go to Malachor V, to completely master his everlasting Hunger.

OOC: Now, KOTOR II fans should by know who Flagius becomes, which is why it is so crucial that he survives to the end of the Mandalorian Wars. ;)

As the Republic transport gets to the surface, Mandalore sends down a command.

"Let it go."

A -- Sir?

"It leaves our space like a barve with its tail between its legs. If any that it takes away have the courage to return to this battle, then they are worthy to be our opponents. Those who aren't mean just that many fewer that we have to take the trouble to rid Dxun of. Have a probe put a tracer on it, though. I want to be able to find it."

A -- Yes, Sir. I'll tell Captain Fett.

M -- Also...open a channel.

A -- Sir?

M -- You heard me. Open a channel to the Republic ship.

A -- Yes, Sir.

*Comm* Channel open, Sir.

M -- This is Mandalore, to the Republic transport. I have cleared you to leave our space. Dxun is officially a part of the Mandolorian Empire now, and we have no wish for Republic forces in our space. None of my forces will touch you, so long as you make no moves deviating from the course I am sending you...now. *A course appears on the transports navicomp. Mandalore out.

*To Prezak* Well, I hope that sounded official for them...damn, the lengths we go to to make an impression. ((referring to the use of the term "Mandolorian Empier))
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*Captain Fett seethes as the order is given to her, but she is not one to disobey, or even doubt, the orders of Mandalore. The transport leaves untouched, save for when a probe so tiny it wouldn't register on sensors leaves a tracer beam on the ship's underside.*

OOC: very sorry im having all of these absences. blasted leg. BUT, i get $5000. w00t. its worth the broken leg lol.

IC:
Draxz came rushing back into the now empty room.
*sigh* "Looks live ive missed the party..."he said glumly. "Suppose ill get back to my ship for now though...blasted gornt. ill never eat it again," he muttered to himself as he hurried back to the shuttle bay.

After he was back on board his ship, he sent a message to Mandalore.
"Very sorry ive missed the party my friend. Let me know if i can be of assistance. Oh, and im never touching gornt again," he said with a laugh.
"Draxz out."

You leave too quickly, Draxz. No matter. Turn your ship about twelve degrees to your left and take a look out the viewscreen. And about the gornt...I've been telling you for years.

((We have a new Mandalorian member...we still have to intro his joining the Mandalorian fleet properly...but I think he'll be a good addition to the team. And...I completely understand. Hope you recover swiftly.))

Turning around, Draxz saw another fleet of ships.
"Well, a new addition. quite nice i must say. fresh troops are always welcome. Well helm, lets move around a bit. id say a little closer to Mandalores fleet. Ive always wanted to wave to someone from another ship," laughed Draxz.
"Uhh, ok..."replied the helmsman sounding a little confused.
"Ah, its so wonderful to be flying around in space. The simple pleasures of life," said Draxz with a dumb smile on his face.
"Uhh, sir, are you alright?" queried Drakis.
"Oh yes, im quite..fine...." and with that, Draxz collapsed onto floor, unmoving.
"Sir!" yelled Drakis, running over to him. "We need to get him to medical, now!"

Several men came running over, picked him up, and sprinted off to sickbay.

Drakis turned to the comm officer, "Open a channel to Mandalore. Mandalore sir, this is colonel Drakis, Draxz's second in command. Draxz has just collapsed and has been rushed to sickbay. We will inform you of the details as we find out more. Drakis out."

"Jesus, he better be allright or heads will roll." muttered Drakis with a look of anger on his face.

OOC: Wrong galaxy to be saying "Jesus." sorry...

IC:
It appears that the gornt was especially bad. *Reopening the channel* Drakis, is there anyone aboard that might have a grudge against Draxz, or any other reason to kill him?

OOC: ha, sorry bout that. didnt even think that jesus doesnt exist there lol

IC:"We dont know yet. We are questioning everyone that had access to the gornt or anything else he has eatin in the past 5 days. If we discover anything, or his condition changes, you will be notified. Until he is back, I am acting fleet commander."

M -- Very well. Use the truth serum our toxicists worked out. Mandalore out.

Well, Prezak...let us hope for all our sakes that this is just a passing ailment with Draxz. It would be a pity to lose him now...he is one of the greatest military minds of our age.

Herede came running over to Revan and asked him a most peculiar question. "What do you know about Sith temples?" he asked.

"Not much. Very powerful dark side energies flow through them. Most people who enter become corrupted after a while. Why?" replied Revan.

"We have a small problem on Dxun."

"Very well. I will find Malak and go down to the surface to investigate. If we find anything unusual, we will report it immidietly." With that he turned and walked off to find Malak. Things were starting to get worse now.

M -- Very well. Use the truth serum our toxicists worked out. Mandalore out.

Well, Prezak...let us hope for all our sakes that this is just a passing ailment with Draxz. It would be a pity to lose him now...he is one of the greatest military minds of our age.

The question is: who would want to take his place? Drakis was very quick to assume command, even though he is the second in command of the Clan - maybe it was him. To loose Draxz now would be damning, not only would we loose a great tactician, but a great friend also

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?

Casir grinned.

[You won't have heard of us m'lord. We are breakaways of the De&th Watch, your own enemies. We've been hiding for years now, preparing ourselves for today. Our original leader, Caldor Ta'an, was a De&th Watch General. You clashed with him personally a few times, so you might remember him, although he passed away a few months ago...and as for why we are here, I thought I made that perfectly clear.

We are here, Mandalore, to rejoin you and our brothers, and fight with you in this war. If you have sensors, you should know we have a big enough fleet to hold off most Republic attacks, and we also have all the invasionary machinations needed in the dropbays. We want to rejoin the Mandalorians. We want to FIGHT!]

Prezak studied the new message,"The Watch? What the hell? Why would Watch members, even if they broke away, want to fight alongside us? If he's telling the truth, and Caldor Ta'an was their leader... this is a strange situation indeed."

OOC: Snake Eaters, I've tried adding you three times to MSN, can you please allow me to add you?

OOC: ALright, chill. I havent been on in a while. I'm guessing you are jedimaster... whateva it is

OOC: Sorry for my long absence. My computer seized up with a nasty virus. One thing though: Mandalore could not have gone to Dxun's capital city: There are no cities on Dxun. It is a jungle moon. There are no inhabitants.
IC: Salco's fleet left hyperspace, coming into formation with Revan's fleet. Prec sent a single message to Revan's flagship:
Revan: do you require any assistance? My fleet stands by for your orders. Prec Salco out

OOC: True.

IC:

"Alright, prep up, get ready for action." Flagius replied, the transports zooming up. His stomach lurched violently, and he felt hungry for power.
"I have to hide myself somehow." Flagius responded, taking the black cloak of Nenn'Itx nearby. The robe made him feel better, as what remained of Nenn'Itx surged through his body. Within moments, he began to leave the Mandalorian moon, far from the eyes of his allies, and his enemies, to the taboo planet of Malachor.

At Iridonia...

"Alright, men, prepare for the fleet. The Mandalorians are preparing for another assault, I'm wagering. We need to cover as many as possible." Herede yelled out, but Revan stopped his strategy with his own.

OOC: Sorry for my long absence. My computer seized up with a nasty virus. One thing though: Mandalore could not have gone to Dxun's capital city: There are no cities on Dxun. It is a jungle moon. There are no inhabitants.
IC: Salco's fleet left hyperspace, coming into formation with Revan's fleet. Prec sent a single message to Revan's flagship:
Revan: do you require any assistance? My fleet stands by for your orders. Prec Salco out

"Any assistance would be appreciated. Provide cover for my transport. Revan out." He was hopeing that he would find something in the Sith temple to help win this war. Revan and his friend Malak went to their transports. "See you soon, buddy."

"Not too soon," Malak replied with a smirk.

On the bridge of the Khiraebanaa flag ship, a man came running up to Drakis.
Panting, he said "Sir, Draxz is not looking good and he knows it. He has asked to see you."
Drakis didnt show a reaction. He simply seemed to have gone numb.
"Allright," he said with blank look on his face. "I'm coming now."

When he got down to sickbay, Draxz was in a bacta tank, floating unconcious. Drakis could see his vitals slowing, and slowing....
When the medical officer saw Drakis, he woke Draxz up and got him out of the tank onto a bed.

"Sir, I need to know what to do sir. I have always been under your command. I NEED orders sir."
"Drakis," strained Draxz,"I have been poisned. I can feel it. They say that I am going to be fine, but you and I know that thats not true. I am appointing you as Fleet Commander. There are many things you need to know, but so little time.."he moaned sighing. "You will learn them eventually Drakis, but for now, you get to learn how to watch a man die. Promise me you will find the person that has done this! Promise me Drakis!"
Drakis stared at him, showing no emotion. "I am sorry sir. I cannot find myself."
Draxz just looked at him, and then lunged at him, griping his throat with one hand, pulling out his blaster with the other. Sadly, Drakis reached it first. He pushed it into his throat, harder and harder, until eventually Draxz stopped breathing. Drakis bent over him, crying tears of joy.

Casir grinned.

[You won't have heard of us m'lord. We are breakaways of the Watch, your own enemies. We've been hiding for years now, preparing ourselves for today. Our original leader, Caldor Ta'an, was a Watch General. You clashed with him personally a few times, so you might remember him. As for why we are here, I thought I made that perfectly clear.

We are here, Mandalore, to rejoin you and our brothers, and fight with you in this war. If you have sensors, you should know we have a big enough fleet to hold off most Republic attacks, and we also have all the invasionary machinations needed in the dropbays. We want to rejoin the Mandalorians. We want to FIGHT!]
Mandalore signaled the comm that none of his words now were to reach to the other side.

"Ta'an, Prezak...Ta'an was the biggest thorn in my side...and now his followers want to come back. Any ally can be useful, I suppose...and his ships are even better suited than the Maril's for head to head combat. Comm, open the channel."

Fett's Reprise and company...you are welcomed into the Mandalorian fleet. Although I would like to meet with your leader personally.

OOC: Err, in my first message, I said my leader was de&d, so you might want to edit.

The name is familar to me, but I do not recall him. Oh well, in any case, we appear to have a new ally in this war

OOC: By leader, I meant the guy that was leading your forces now

OOC: But you were just talking to him! As I said, refer to the first message, he said who he was.

Drakis walked onto the bridge slowly. "Comm, open a channel to Mandalore.
Hello Mandalore sir. I hate to bring bad news but, i have no choice." Drakis wiped a tear from his eye. "Draxz is dead. He died a little over 5 minutes ago. Apparantly his lungs filled with blood and water, and he suffocated. He appointed me as fleet commander. His body is being shipped back to Khiraebanaa now. We still have no clue as to who did this. We will inform you of any changes in that matter. Drakis out."

OOC: But you were just talking to him!
OOC: Mandalore likes meeting face-to-face. You can tell a lot about a man from meeting with him personally than you can over the comm.

Drakis walked onto the bridge slowly. "Comm, open a channel to Mandalore.
Hello Mandalore sir. I hate to bring bad news but, i have no choice." Drakis wiped a tear from his eye. "Draxz is dead. He died a little over 5 minutes ago. Apparantly his lungs filled with blood and water, and he suffocated. He appointed me as fleet commander. His body is being shipped back to Khiraebanaa now. We still have no clue as to who did this. We will inform you of any changes in that matter. Drakis out."
*to Prezak* Damn. *opening the channel* Drakis, your presence is requested immediately aboard the Ultrinnan. Mandalore out.

Minutes later, Drakis hurried onto the bridge of the Ultrinnan.
"Hello Mandalore, Prezak. How can i be of assistance?"

Prezak looked at Mandalore,"What do you think? Murder for gain?"

OOC: actually, you guys have a conversation before i arrive. im not there yet i suppose

Prezak looked at Mandalore,"What do you think? Murder for gain?"
Or a grudge. But probably for gain. Let's go down and "greet" our new fleet commander. We'll stop in my quarters first...there's something I want to pick up.

Prezak smiled to himself. He felt his armour twitching, and calmed himself down."Alright, but make this quick. I want to get a good look at this guy first"

Drakis stood on the bridge of the Ultrinnan, waiting for Mandalore and Prezak to come down.

OOC: Fett's Reprise and company...you are welcomed into the Mandalorian fleet. Although I would like to meet with your leader personally.


Yeah, but in your post, you didn't say I'd like to meet YOU personally. But it's just me nit-picking.

IC: Casir nodded to Karsk.

[Confirmed Mandalore, but my ships will stay in orbit. I'll come down in my shuttle, accompanied by my Guard. Casir Fett out.]

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Casir smiled, and laughed as he felt his heart go into his throat. Looking through the viewscreen of his shuttle, he watched the dropbay fall past him, before he hit the engines (Casir's shuttle is like a Lambda, but slightly bigger, more armed, and a blo0d red colour, with the Mandalorian insignia on both sides of each wing). A few seconds later, two Basilisk War Droids came up beside him, their riders in shielded bubbles, so they didn't die from flying through space.

Smiling, Casir increased his speed, and watched Dxum loom closer and closer...

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Casir and his escort set down near to Mandalore's last location (from where he transmitted). Straightening his armour, and taking his specialised pistol out of his holster, Casir opened the landing ramp, and walked out onto Dxun. Behind him, his escort jumped off their Basilisks, armed with Mandalorian Energy Rifles. Casir walked out in front of his shuttle, and flicked the safety off.

"Are your Basilisk's on automatic?" Casir nodded. Both of his guards nodded, and as if on cue, both Basilisks walked out infront of Casir. We was in the middle of a box formation.

"Now we wait. Remember, we're rejoining our brothers, but because of our past, they may reject us. Act on instinct, but be mindful of what might come from your actions."

His Guards nodded. Sighing, Casir looked out into the jungle.

"And now, we play the waiting game..."

Guard on the Ultrinnan to Drakis -- Remove your helmet if you're going to be meeting with Mandalore.

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In his quarters, Mandalore snaps a bracer onto his left wrist. "See this, Prezak...it'll tell us what we need to know." Snapping one onto his right wrist..."And this is in case we're right. In any event, let's not keep him waiting too long."

*On their way down* You know...I guess Draxz was right about never touching Gornt again.

OOC: Outer Haven, Mandalore's on his flagship.

OOC: Dammit, then send him down...

"Of course." Drakis slid his helmet off and tucked it under his arm. He checked to make sure his wepons were warmed up. He felt around in his pocket found his thermal detonater, and armed it...

Prezat looked at his friend,"Such a great loss to us. Tell me, you have truth serum on that arm?"

OOC: You were supposed to come to the Ultrinnan. Mandalore has something to take care of first.

IC:
M -- *stopping in front of Drakis and giving him a nod of respect* Come to the meeting room. If you are to take Draxz's place, there are things that you must know.

"Of course. Lead the way."

OOC: Right...seeing as something is happening on your ship, I'll do this...

IC: On the way down, Casir hit the comm.

[Lord Mandalore, while we wish to join you, I do not think meeting on your ship would be best. We are currently on the way to Dxun, where we will wait for you. I'm transmitting the co-ordinates of where we'll be landing. Casir out.]

Mandalore takes Drakis to the meeting room, and as they get in there, he whips around faster than the eye can see and shoots Drakis in the neck with a dart from his left arm.

"This is Marilian truth serum. You do what you're told, answer what you're asked, and you have no control over what you do or say. I do. First...disarm that detonator."

Prezak fell into step, his hands ready for his blaster if it were needed

As the dart hit Draxis' neck, he held out his hand for the thermal detonator,"Give it to me once you've disarmed it"

Captain Azra sends the following down to Commander Casir Fett:

Mandalore will be down at his first convenience, at the moment he is investigating an internal matter.

Drakis disarmed it and put it in Prezaks outstreached hand.

"Thank you," said Prezak, laying the detonator on the table,"Now, answer Mandalore's questions!"

Sit down.

As Casir went through the last of the atmosphere, he recieved the message.

[Confirmed Ultrinnan. Just a note of warning. Don't get too close to my fleet. Casir out]

With that, Casir deactivated the comm system.

OOC: And now Casir is doing what he did in the first post.

Drakis sat down on the floor, staring straight ahead.

I have one question for you.

Did you, in any way, shape, or form, kill Draxz?

OOC: Confirmed, OH.

His stomach lurched, as he felt another twist of pain engorge him. He couldn't concentrate, and he accidentally flew within meters of the Watch Clan's flagships. He felt another surge within him, and he knew had no time to battle. He had to get to Malachor, but the Mandalorian forces were too heavy, and his transport to weak to fend them. Hopefully, he could breach the populace and into open space, so he activate the Hyperdrive before they knew he was there...

Iridonia, the Sol

"Prepare an armada for a hyperspace jump to Nar Shaddha, commander." The Admiral Herede replied.
"The Smuggler's moon?" His commander asked.
"Yes. I will offer them a deal." Herede replied. "Depite their...activities, crime lords could be a venerable ally."
"Sir, what if the Mandalorians attack the Smugglers Moon?" The commander responded.
"The can't, unless they wish to take on the combined might of the Coreworlds' fleet entirely, along with the entire Jedi army. The Mandalorians are powerful, but it apparent they have not attacked enough worlds to be able to breach the Coreworlds Defenses." Herede confidently answered.
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"3...2...1...Punch it." Herede commanded aboard the Central, as a motly fleet hearded towards the Smuggler's moon.

"Yes. When i found out about his quarell with the chef, i poisened his gornt. Later, i went down to sickbay and crushed his windpipe with the barell of my blaster." He said all of this, showing zero emotion.

"Traitor!" roared Prezak, bringin his blaster to aim at Draxis' head,"I should kill you right now!"

Drakis stared at the barrell of the blaster pointed right at his face. He didnt move. He couldnt move.

"Yes. When i found out about his quarell with the chef, i poisened his gornt. Later, i went down to sickbay and crushed his windpipe with the barell of my blaster." He said all of this, showing zero emotion.
Well, Prezak, it appears that he has quite the list of charges. Let us start with the obvious:

Conspiring against your superior officers...I believe the correct term is "mutiny."

The planned murder of your superior officer.

The attempted murder of two clan leaders.

All of this sums up to High Treason, wouldn't you agree, Prezak?

*Adjusting his right bracer*

This poison comes from the Correlian hemlock. It was modified by our scientists to give the most painful death it can. Over the next two minutes, your muscles will convulse, your organs will burst, and you will know pain like Draxz never did. *Mandalore shoots him with a dart.*

Prezak nodded,"High Treason. Nothing but death will suffice for this crime"

Over the next two minutes, Drakis felt pain like he had never felt before. And because of the truth serum, he was unable to react. Eventually, he vomited up blood and collapsed. A silent, sickening death.

The fleet had arrived from Hyperspace, the dark towering moon of Nar Shaddha. Below the moon was the massive planet of Nal Hutta, the bloated homeworld of the Hutts. The fleet began attracting attention, as bounty hunters, mercenaries, and even mandalorian veterans themselves lost upon the Exchange lingered to this desolate machine world.
As they entered the system, Herede sent an encrypted call to all on Nar shaddha, knowing that it would attract the crime lord's attentions.
"All crime lords on Nar Shadda, I have an offer for you, that cannot be passed up. Please meet me at my flagship, and do not send more than two bodyguards." He finished, awaiting their repsonses...

Above Dxun

The transport tried to avoid the fighters, but they were too large and skilled, that evasion was extremely difficult. Flagius had to get to Malachor, despite all odds. But it was quite difficult with all the blaster shots aimed at him.

OOC:sry d00ds, ive g2g. ive got a gig to play at for the next few hours. ill be on later. ttyl

Well, now that that's over with...we have another meeting to get to. We'll let the droids take care of this mess.

*To a messenger as they're walking out* Have Captain Azra inform the current Khiraebanaan second-in-command that he's received a field promotion, orders of Mandalore. Drakis has been executed for High Treason.

*Mandalore picks up some guards on his way to the shuttle bay, and takes his personal shuttle down to the coordinates specified by Casir. He removes his bracers and leaves them in the shuttle, then, flanked by his guards, he steps out into the jungle to stand face to face with Casir. His guards have their rifles out and to the ready, but he himself leaves his blaster in its holster.*

I am Mandalore.

Harold had rallied more people how had come after the transmission he had sent. Harold prepared transports to send them to training camps.

The fleet had arrived from Hyperspace, the dark towering moon of Nar Shaddha. Below the moon was the massive planet of Nal Hutta, the bloated homeworld of the Hutts. The fleet began attracting attention, as bounty hunters, mercenaries, and even mandalorian veterans themselves lost upon the Exchange lingered to this desolate machine world.
As they entered the system, Herede sent an encrypted call to all on Nar shaddha, knowing that it would attract the crime lord's attentions.
"All crime lords on Nar Shadda, I have an offer for you, that cannot be passed up. Please meet me at my flagship, and do not send more than two bodyguards." He finished, awaiting their repsonses...

Above Dxun

The transport tried to avoid the fighters, but they were too large and skilled, that evasion was extremely difficult. Flagius had to get to Malachor, despite all odds. But it was quite difficult with all the blaster shots aimed at him.

OOC: Jenrak, did you see Mandalore's orders that the transport was to be let go? he even sent a comm.

Harold had rallied another 12 capital ships and 800 figthers.
OOC: YOU CAN'T JUST CLAIM THINGS LIKE THIS! YOU HAVE TO SHOW THE HOWS AND THE WHYS! IT'S AN RP!

Both Basilisks roared, and stood in the way of the guards, their Shockwave Generators powered up, their lasers primed. The guards stood defensively around Casir.

"I am Clan Leader Casir Fett, it's good to meet you Mandalore."

Casir then looked around.

"Now we've disposed of the pleasantries, lets get rid of our guards shall we?" He asked. Casir's guards looked at him incredulously, but then focused on Mandalore once again.

Very well. *To his guards* Leave us. *They look at him with roughly the same expression as Casir's guards given him, but they obeyed, their weapons trained on Casir's guards.*
My companion is Clan Leader Prezak Lo'dan.

"Quarrens, Duros, Humans, Twi'Leks. So many crime lords." Herede saw, as they worked their way around, shoving each other for a decent seat, as their bodyguards eyed others with utmost contempt.
"Lords of Nar Shaddha, I am Herede of the Republic." Herede responded.
"We know who you are, Admiral. Hurry up and get on with it." A twi'lek crime lord shouted, the others agreeing.
"I have an offer. Ally with us against the Mandalorians, and Nar shaddha will no longer have to follow Republic Senate Laws." Herede complied.
"All of them? Gone?" A Quarren asked.
"Yes. We need resources, and if you can supply them to us, in any way, shape of form, please do. In return, we shall take you off the list of our jurisdicted planets." Herede replied.
The Crime Lords talked around intentively, and they nodded and shook their heads.
"Admiral, we agree to this deal. However, if the Republic Senate wishes to reoccupy their laws here, know that our pact is over immediately." A Crime Lord speeched up.
"Agreed." Herede responded.

To Revan, Harold, Salco, Rock, and any other Republic forces. I have made an alliance with the Exchange. They are a powerful force, and I believe that we are safe against them. We have united against the Mandalorian threat, but they wish no laws. I suggest we do not break the pact.

OOC: This is proper guys. My guy sacrificed an important economic powerbase so that they could be more powerful militaristically.

Then in order to gain the ships, soldiers, and Jedi needed to fight the Mandolarians he sent Jedi to the Senate to ask for more ships he told them to asl for 800,000 more ground troops, 5800 more figthers, and 270 more capital ships to be dispered throughout the Jedi's forces. Also more Jedi were being sent to all the major Jedi encalves, academys, and Jedi temples.

OOC: Jenrak, did you see Mandalore's orders that the transport was to be let go? he even sent a comm.

Yeah, I know. But it's funny to egg you guys on. :rolleyes:

Very well. *To his guards* Leave us. *They look at him with roughly the same expression as Casir's guards given him, but they obeyed, their weapons trained on Casir's guards.*
My companion is Clan Leader Prezak Lo'dan.

Prezak nodded at Casir,"It is good to finally meet you in person"

"Now!" Flagius screamed, as he jumped to Hyperspace, clearing the field around him.
The blue wave surged around yet again, and he began to wait.

Three hours, Space time later
He arrived at the reverance planet of Malachor V, a former Mandalorian powerhouse, now a barren desolate taboo world. What would he find here?

Harold sent this comm to Reaven," We must find some way to rebuild our forces after the battle for Onderon and Dxun."

Casir nodded.

"Fine, but he must not interviene..."

With that, Casir dismissed his escort, who went behind his shuttle. Casir twirled his blaster around his finger a few times before throwing it up in the air. It landed in his holster.

"Prove to me you are who you say you are 'Mandalore'. Show no hesitation or weakness."

Prezak...hold my blaster, will you? *Tosses his blaster to his old friend, and approaches Fett*

Prezak caught the blaster, and held it by the barrel. He watched, and waited

M -- Prezak, how many times do I have to tell you...just point it at the ground. You'll shoot yourself like that, someday.

Casir nodded.

"Do not go easy Mandalore."

With that, Casir's helmet closed. Stretching his arms, Casir ed his knuckles. Suddenly, Casir lashed out at Mandalore's face with his right fist, while bringing his left to the centre of his body, ready to defend against any counterattack.

*Mandalore brought up his forearm, blocking the fist, as his helmet snapped shut. He then launched himself at the younger man, his fist driving powerfully toward his face*

Casir caught the fist with his left hand. He held up against Mandalore's lunge, before pushing Mandalore away. In the middle of pushing, Casir grinned as his knee suddenly shot up, directly beneath Mandalore's gut...

"Are the engines complete?" Herede asked.
"Complete sir." The captain replied.
"Send forces to Duros. There we'll launch an invasion of Dxun." The Admiral responded.
"Sir, are you sure that Dxun is neccessary?" The captain asked.
"Jedi Nenn'Itx thought so. And so did Master Revan." Admiral Herede spoke up.

Mandalore knew the shove was coming, and placed his foot to one side, pivoting as the knee came up. He reached for Casir's wrist to flip the younger warrior over.

Duros

"I hate this place." Herede sniffed up, walking upon Duros' grassy surface.
"Really?" A Jedi asked him.
"Yeah. This reminds me so much of Dantooine. I hate grasslands." Herede spoke out loud.
"Why?" The accompanying Jedi wondered.
"Because..." He began, shooting a flying swamplicker with his blaster pistol. "Too many pests."
"Are we safe, here?" The Captain asked.
"For now, yes." He said, as he walked off to ready the fleets.

Captain Fett looked around her ship. "Contact Mandalore...see if there's anything else he wants us to do."

"Mandalore went planetside, ma'am."

F -- Then I'll go, myself. How long will it take to prepare a shuttle?

"A few minutes."

F -- Fine.

Casir saw the whole maneuver.

Screwballs, this will be tricky...

Showing no emotion, Casir moved his arms out of reach. As his knee came up next to Mandalore's waist, Casir grinned, and lunged it to the right, hoping to catch Mandalore in the waist, sending him flying...

Standard Day 1

"How long will it take to finish preparations?" Herede asked his trusted captain.
"Three standard days." The captain replied.
"In Duros time." Herede asked more clearly.
"A month." The captain regrettably answered.
"This better be worth it."

The blow caught Mandalore, but it only moved him a few inches, inches the older warrior used to launch himself back at his opponent. During a blinding combination of six punches aimed at Casir's torso/head, he slams his knee up toward Fett's gut, while bringing his head forward for a headbutt.

Casir could only do one thing. Smiling, he used his forearms to block the punches, and then...fell. Casir smiled as his feet scraped across the ground, and the knee came just over him.

He's off-balance

As Mandalore's head came into view, Casir used both his hands to grab Mandalore's leg that he used for the kneeing. Using all his strength, Casir shoved outward with all his strength. Using the momentum he created, Caslir flipped around and upward, and landed to face Mandalore...

Not bad thought Mandalore as he went over Casir. Doing a mid-air flip (which was not helped by his armor) I'll have to get someone to look into that..., he tucked his legs under him, landed on his feet, stood and pivoted, regaining his balance mid-pivot and bringing up his hands. Let the boy make an attack...let's see what he does.

I'm slightly convinced I must confess...

Bringing up his fists, Casir eyed Mandalore, and thought about what just happend. His eyes lit up.

GRAVITY! I thought I fell slower than I should have...this is excellent, I have more attacks now...

Not wasting any time, Casir smiled.

"You're good."

Suddenly Casir leaped and flipped through the air. He reached about six meters in the air, before executing a few flips. Before Mandalore knew it, Casir was in the process of landing...on his shoulders!

"You've figured out the lower gravity...however...." Mandalore steps forward, and as Casir gets in to land where Mandalore should have been, Mandalore brings up his leg in a sweeping kick at Casir's feet, which would send him to the ground on his back. "You're not bad. Fighting style reminds me of another Fett I know..."

Crap...

The kick caught his first leg, sending him over to his right, but he moved his second leg out of the way just in time. Using his hands, Casir managed to stand on his hands briefly, before seeing an opportunity.

"Not bad? Another Fett? Heh heh..."

Pushing off the ground, Casir flipped. Stopping himself from flipping, he smiled as his legs came past Mandalore's head. Grinning, he forced his strength to his legs, and began closing them around Mandalore's throat, while his armoured crotch came closer to Mandalore's face...

Prezat watched with interest, his mind flying to Captain Fett of the Maril Clan. Couragous, and deadly. He smiled at his friends calm speech, despite the intensity of the fight

As Casir tightens his grip, Mandalore reaches back toward his opponent's feet. Grabbing the ankles, he pulls them swiftly toward his shoulder, enough to do some damage to Fett's legs (pulled muscle, snapped tendon, pulled out of socket, something), before reversing his grip, uncrossing Fett's legs, and shoving him off.

"Although I'll admit...she never pulled that one."

Casir flipped away, and groaned when he landed on his feet. He'd pulled his legs, sending bouts of pain through his legs, but he put up with it.

"She?"

Casir walked back a bit.

"I must admit you are convincing, but you're lacking in something."

Harold's plea to the Senate was answered but short changed with 320,000 ground troops, 3200 figthers, and 120 capital ships.

Which is? *Mandalore brings his fists back up, balancing on the balls of his feet.*

*************************
Captain Fett's shuttle ready, she began her descent to the moon.

Casir grinned.

"You're treating me as a learner, not as an enemy. Stop it. Show me no mercy, kill me if I'm that easy for you."

Casir walked closer and closer to Mandalore.

"FIGHT ME!"

Harold then ordered a transport to take to the Jedi Council pn Crouscant. As he went before the Council he said," We Jedi are the sworn protectors of the Republic but while the Council waits Reven is waging a losing war agianst the Mandolarins. I also have chosen to wage war agianst the Mandolarians. We all need the Council to array the Jedi against the Mandolarains. If the Council doesn't take action soon the Republic will very likely fall. What say you?"

So you finally caught on. Very well.

*In a blinding burst of speed (translate: twice as fast as he'd been going) that Mandalore up until this point had not revealed, he smashed his fists, one after the other, into Fett's torso, before hooking his right fist up and smashing it into Fett's chin, right before his left hand smashed in right between where Casir's eyes would be.*

*While he's punching* It's funny...I recall saying that very same thing to Ta'an once. I was about fifteen...one of the biggest mistakes I ever made.

OOC: Just so you know...when he's moving like that, it's like getting hit with duracrete bricks.

After a short delbration the Council reponded," The Mandolarians threat must be obereved and studied before we take action."
Harold said," Worlds are burning and the Mandolarians Empire is ever expanding into Republic space and countless people have been ensavled by the Mandolarians."
After saying this Harold left but not after persuading another 400 Jedi Kinights to join him.

OOC: Scandinavians...the Jedi operate on the orders of the Council. The ones who act alone are the ones more likely to be persuaded over to the Mandolorian side.

Okay, I never heard of Jedi joining the Mandolarians.

Also the Mandolarians sought to fight the Jedi and the Mandolairns proably wouldn't accpet people who they saw traitors as warriors beecause the Mandolarians deitested people as they saw as weak or dishonorable.

Jedi have a code of honor, and they know what they're doing. They make formidible foes...and anyone who would make a formidible foe would make a valuable ally.

Yet the Mandolarinas have a high sense of honor as warriors and a culture. It would be extremly unlikely that a Jedi who bretrayed the Republic would be accepted unless the Jedi were orignaly a Mandolarian who had to chose to wage war against his own people or fight with his people and since there would be very very few Mandolarains Jedi you would most likely never see a Mandolarian Jedi.

Mandalore isn't stupid. He knows the Jedi are good, he knows that the more help he has during this war, the better. However, I am finished arguing on this inane subject. You aren't even a Jedi group. You are a Republic Battle Fleet. You have no say over the Jedi. Stay within bounds, dude. It makes the game more fun.

***End OOC***

Revan and Malak walked into the temple. As soon as they entered they felt the presence of the Dark side. "Such power," Malak said.
"Yes, but don't let it control you," Revan replied. They walked through the temple until they found a room with writing all over the walls. Revan walked up and took a look at the language ensribed on the wall to his left. It was hard to translate, but Revan picked up some words.

Power.... Dark Side.... coordinates.... map....Dantooine.

"What does it say?" Malak asked curiously.

"I don't know. I want you to record all of these inscriptions onto my personal datapad."

"I'm not your slave."

"Please, Malak. We don't have alot of time." And he was right. The Dark Side was becoming more tempting to try and harness. All that power. No! Revan thought. I am a Jedi. I follow the Light. Despite these words he still felt a little yearning to try it. "Malak, are you done?"

"Just about. There, all set."

"Then lets go. I don't want to spend another second in this place.

Second day

"Are the forces prepared?" Admiral Herede asked his aide.
"Sir, all battle forces ready for assault. We just need to mobolize transports and boarder. Then we can strike at Dxun." His aide finished dramatically.
"Good. I want my flagship ready by the hour." Admiral Herede answered, as he walked over to the comm that lead to Nar Shadda.
"Admiral Herede, I was told to expect someone taller. However, it doesn't matter." The Crime Lord replied.
"Who are you?" Admiral Herede asked.
"I am Xim Despot, a Crime Lord on the smuggler's moon. I am interested in this assault on Dxun you are planning."
"How do you know?"
"Oh please, I am a Crime Lord. I know everything happening in the galaxy, or else I would have died years ago."
"Then do you know what the Mandalorians are doing?"
"That, regrettably, I don't. Their messages are too heavily encrypted to figure out. I'll have to find that out later."
"What do you want?"
"Oh, so forward. That's business-like, you see. I am sending a regiment of 1,000 men to Dxun now. By the time you reach Dxun they should be there."
"Alright."

Meanwhile, the Mandolorian fleet prepares to defend the planet it had just taken. More Mandalorian forces were arriving by the hour, as the Marilian 5th and 6th poured in to fortify the planet's defenses.

The Scion fleet, although they were due to recieve reinforcements soon, prepared for battle on Dxun. As scouts and strike parties, they could cause tremendous damage with very few men. Such was the Scion way

Third Day...

"Everything Ready Commander?" Herede asked his Fleet Commander.
"Yes, sir. Are you coming, sir?" The Fleet Commander asked.
"I regret to say I can't go." Herede replied.
"Why?"
"Because of certain difficulties in the Republic Senate. The Jedi Council is not very helpful, as they tend to debate and squabble when the Mandalorians are waging war on us. For every word they speak someone dies."
"Yes, sir." The Fleet Commander responded.
"Godspeed." Herede replied.
As the soldiers began to jump into their positions, the planet Duros was complacent. The silky grass was drifting aimlessly among the plains, unknown to the slaughter.
The fighters and capital ships revved up, and zoomed up into space. The capital ships went first, followed and escorted by the fighters. In an instant, the fleet commander, carrying the burden of the Central, went into the blue void of Hyperspace as well as a large portion of Herede's ground fleet.

A -- This is Captain Azra to all Mandalorian Ships, we have unfriendlies coming in on a Z-vector. Maril Third and Scion Second, move to engage.

*The Marilian Third, fully repaired and replenished, began to advance*

The Scion 2nd, fully armed, fell into the prearranged place within the Maril fleet. They were armed and ready. At their prow, on the bridge, stood Capt. Marius, who had been instructed by Clan Master Lo'dan to follow the lead of the Maril clan. He smiled, today was a good day to die

"Alright. I know many of you do not want to die, but there is no other choice left. I know the odds are terrible, and there are no Jedi to help us, but damnit! If we are going to die, then let us take as many as we can, for our families, our friends, the Republic, and the Galaxy!" The Fleet Commander spoke up whole-heartedly, while the soldiers aboard the Central cheered in response.
As they left Hyperspace, the advancing Mandalorians began to unleash their attacks.
"All right! Carriers at the front, Fighters to engage!" The Fleet Commander controlled from the Central.
Although the Mandalorians were powerful, their weapons unmatched, they were about to face Republic soldiers not in republic fighters, but in Zabrak fighters and weaponry. The sleek Zabrak carrier ships began to circle Zabrak capital ships, as the fighters sped up to protect them, their shields unsurpassed. The Mandalorians had their weapons, but the Zabrak had their shields, based off of Verpine designs themselves. Nothing can get past these so easily.

A -- The Zabrak. This will be a battle worth fighting! Rather...worth watching. This would probably be us, if Mandalore were aboard instead of Planetside.

All fighters, engage the enemy, Maril ships to the front, Scion, you know what you're doing, I trust. To Victory!

*The Mandalorian ships bring themselves at their opponents, their weapons lashing out at Zabrak and Republic ship alike, their fighters blasting at the enemy fighters, in the all out carnage that was home to Mandalore and his followers*

Marius - Acknowledged Captain

The Scion ships began to advance above and below the normal plane, allowing them to make biting hit and runs at the Zabrak ships. They then pulled back, out of range. Soon, the heavier frontline ships would arrive, and join the Maril fleet...

It was utter chaos. The Zabrak ships were heavily shielded, and they were extremely swift, but the Mandalorian fighters were able to knock out their main shields.
"Launch the Boarders." Fleet Commander yelled out, as his throat became soar.
The Zabrak boarder, the most heavily shielded of the Zabrak ships, began to fly towards the Mandalorian Capital ships unarmed, and it was an odd moment. They had no weaponry whatsoever.
"Now!" The Fleet Commander yelled.
It happened extremely quickly. Within instants, the Zabrak boarders opened up their gaping maws and spewed forth a fountain of drop-pods, heavily shielded themselves.

OOC: I'm confused. What just happened? You can't just push your way onto my ships w/o my having a say...that = godmode.

OOC: I'm confused. What just happened? You can't just push your way onto my ships w/o my having a say...that = godmode.

OOC:Whoops! Sorry. Ignore that. Yeah, thats godmode, I forgot. The Zabrak boarder does exist though. I don't remember the exact name since they call them in their languages, but it is used to force the enemy to battle on ships instead of the space. Sorry. Uhh, have your say.

So, I'll just get to the part where it say spewed out tons and tons of guys on top. Your turn

Officially, now, it was Captain Nevrax Delarney's command.

D -- Torpeodos, aim for the boarders. Scion ships, attempt to take down the Zabrak sheildless.

*Torpedos and lasers lash out at the Zabrak Boarding Ships, and Mandalorian vessels dodge away, but some still manage to get through on some of the Marilain 3rd ships. Mandalorian Warriors rush to the hull breaches, blasting intruders as they come out.*

"Sir, First Wave has failed." The captain remarked.
"How many are left?" The Fleet Commander asked.
"Uh, 2 more waves available." The captain responded.
"Send out the entire first wave immediately, the next two waves are crucial for the assault of Dxun." The Fleet Commander replied.
"Yes, sir."

The entire boarder wave was launched, spewing forth pods full of republic soldiers like missiles, all of them heavily shielded. Yet, despite the shields, the mandalorians have been able to eliminate a great deal of them.

"C'mon...break through..." The Fleet Commander whispered hopefully.

The Scion 2nd saw their chance, and took it. As the Republic devoted their attention to the Maril clan, they came in on strafing runs, pummeling the enemy ships with massive firepower. They began to race for the Maril fleet...

D -- Sensors, do we know their shield harmonics?

*Sensors* Almost, Sir.

D -- Keep working on it. Meanwhile, keep firing.

*Attack after attack was launched, both from the fighters and from the ships. Several more ships recieved boarding parties, and their crews, fully trained Marilian warriors, gunned them down as they came, leaving the bridge and the gunners free to carry out their attacks on the Capitol ships.*

"Sir, shields are down on 6 capital ships, and 2 are sustaining heavy damage." The Captain responded.
"Deploy these Zabrak's fighters. I heard their good." The fleet commander commanded.
As the forces were preoccupied with the boarders, the Zabrak cluster ships zoomed out, in large drones. They were small and sleek, controlled by the capital ships that linked them together. These little mindless ships zoomed around, pecking at the enemy fighters, taking the damage for many boarders as more are getting replaced.

OOC: If you don't understand what these are, then imagine the Carrier from Starcraft. Technically the fighters are not occupied, so the people controlling them are in the capital ships. They are little shooting flying robots. Since they're so small and light, they're fast and cheap and easy to control.

*Sensors* Sir, I've got their shield harmonics!

D -- Excellent, transmit the frequency to our ships and tell them to polarize their weapons opposite. This is where they learn the brilliance of Mandalore and his people!

*Mandolorian fire ceases for a moment as the fighters and capital ships retune their weapons...and then it continues, even more deadly now. The Mandalorian fighters laughed in their cockpits. No way could drones, or fighters controlling them over a distance, defeat such pilots as they. It was like shooting stationary targets.*

OOC: to polarize the weapons anti-to the opponents shields creates weapons that cut through the sheilds like nothing.

OOC: Well, you could have just said they were ionic, but hey. :D

IC:

"Mandalorians have breached our shields!" The Captain responded.
"Damnit!" The Fleet Commander answered. "Unleash all the drones, and turn them into Ionic Bonds!"
"Sir, that would take out the entire field full of units! We'd land on the Moon as well as the Mandalorians!" The captain returned.
"I am aware of the situation, captain. I am sacrificing many things in order to make this successful. Bring all forces closer to the Mandalorian ships, despite the attacks! Activate Ion strips now!" The Fleet Commander told.
As the fighters were being picked off one by one, and easily as well, they began to freeze up in space, and lurch around, now deliberately trying to ram into the enemy fighters. A small number of defunct hordes blew up, and they created an electromagnetic shockwave.
"I tend to take down the Mandalorians with me. If we could get them to the ground on Dxun, we can call for more reinforcements from Revan or the Jedi." The Fleet Commander responded, watching the horde of suicidal bombers change course.

OOC: Are you willing to take us both down to Dxun? Because if you are, then go ahead, shoot them. Why am I bringing my fleet closer to you? Well, you see, the point is to ground you guys. If you say, somehow lead my forces back to my capital ships (which I doubt, since their mindless drones) then they will probably explode, but the field is big enough to take down the both of us, since I'm so close.

OOC: Sorry I took so long in responding, but your post didn't make very much sense. Now I figured it out. I don't have the whole Marilian fleet out to face yours...just a Marilian division and a Scion division, and we're facing you more out instead of more in.

IC:

D -- Damn! All ships save for skeleton crews, get to the transports and back to the Marilian fleet! All but 200 fighters, return to the main fleet, Scion ships, get back to your fleet, and Marilian ships toward the back, same for you.

*Quickly, efficeintly, the orders were carried out, and within five minutes, all but fifteen Marilian ships, along with the required two hundred fighters, were out of danger. ((OOC: sorry, SE, but I'm going to GM a touch and send yours back, too. I'll let you post it in the morning, and I'll edit this, then.))*

D -- Fire.

OOC: Also, I request that until Mandalore and Casir's fight is finished, this battle not go further. It's messing up the timeline.

On the bridge of the Khiraebanaa flagship, Colonel Rieade recieved the message from Mandalore.
"So, Drakis was the traitor. I suspected so." he thought to himself. "He always was eager for promotion. A little to eager I would say...hmm."
"Helmsman. Get us into that battle. Also inform command that we need reinforcements. Id say 50 or so Carracks should do the trick." He said all of this very slowly and very diliberatly. He was a man of thought, not rash action.
"Aye sir." responded the helmsman quickly.
"Helm, I'd say come underneath. As we are already behind, we can hit their docking bays. That will eleminate the fighter problem. Comm, inform the fighters that they are to strafe the enemies flanks. I want those pods taken out before they can do much more damage."
"Aye sir, on it now."
"Sir, command says that the reinforcments will be here within two days."
Sighing, Rieade said "Well, better late than never. Inform Mandalore of our current status."

To Khiraebanaan fleet:
Urgent message from Capt. Azra on the Ultrinnan

Col. Rieade, do not, repeat DO NOT go into that battle. Confirm.

"Aknowledged Mandalore, we are NOT entering this fight. I am waiting for your orders."

Hold here and be prepared to destroy any enemy vessels that get through.

So you finally caught on. Very well.

*In a blinding burst of speed (translate: twice as fast as he'd been going) that Mandalore up until this point had not revealed, he smashed his fists, one after the other, into Fett's torso, before hooking his right fist up and smashing it into Fett's chin, right before his left hand smashed in right between where Casir's eyes would be.*

*While he's punching* It's funny...I recall saying that very same thing to Ta'an once. I was about fifte*n ...one of the biggest mistakes I ever made.

OOC: Just so you know...when he's moving like that, it's like getting hit with duracrete bricks.

OOC: Err...thanks Kaymiril.

IC: "Urr...argh, oof, ergh!"

Casir Twisted about as durasteel bric-...fists slammed into his torso. His Armour dented in places, and his chest had gone practically numb.

Okay...I need to find an opening, something he's no-...

At this point, Mandalore's fist smashed into his chin, and then his face. Falling backward, Fett then saw his one chance. As Mandalore began to prepared for another punch, he utilized the lower gravity, and Casir lashed out with both his feet.

*THUNK*

Jumping off the ground using his hands, he stood in front of Mandalore, who was still recovering from the attack. Smiling, Casir went in. Casir feinted with a left hook, making Mandalore block it, while he right hooked. Catching him in the gut, Casir then brought his knee up into Mandalore's face (recoiling from the gut smack).

While Mandalore's head went back, Casir went in, throwing punch after punch into Mandalore's chest. Under his knuckles, the Armour dented, before Casir jumped away to a safe distance, and laughed.

"It's a good job I'm not fifte*n then Mandalore!" He said, spitting out the words. We wasn't sure, but his jaw seemed to be dislocated, probably the same with Mandalore's.

"Sir, enemy forces are moving away from us. We're being repelled as well!" The captain exclaimed.
"Captain, I told you to bring our forces right up to theirs, no matter how damaging it is. I tend to ground the Mandalorians!" The Fleet Commander replied.
"Negative." Admiral Herede intercepted on his comm.
"Admiral?" The fleet commander asked intentively.
"Correct. I've been watching the battle, and it seems the Mandalorians have been on a major defense. They've applied an extremist tactic." The Admiral replied.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that one fleet is the raid fleet, using hit and run tactics to wekane us, another is the defense barrier, and the other is the command and weapons function fleet."
"What good does this do?" The fleet commander remarked.
"What it does, Commander, is that taking down one fleet will be extremely hard, but it will launch a devastating blow to the Mandalorians. You have to focus your damage on one fleet at a time. I suggest you focus on the Scion fleet."
"Why?"
"Because if the Scion are constantly attacking you while you are playing an offensive war against a defensive enemy, you are at a disadvatange. Focus your drones and your firepower towards the Scion fleet. If you disable them for a period of time, aim your main firepower at Khiraebanaa fleet. Then you launch jumpers and retaliate at the command fleet. Alright?"
"Yes, sir, but they are all attacking us at the same time!"
"Actually, the Scion are the true attackers, while the Maril are simply finding out our weaknesses. You have to take out the Scion first, forcing either the Maril or Khiraebanaa to respond."
"Yes, sir." The Fleet Commander subjected. "Alright, everyone! Change of plans! Launch all drones at the Scion fleet, and prepare Red and Blue Wings to engage enemy fighters."
"What about the other clans?" The captain asked.
"Bring out the Auto-Cannons. We'll aim at the blaster bolts."

On the Bridge of the Fett's Reprise, Captain Ordus stood, watching the space battle. It'd been a while since Clan Leader Fett had left, and he was getting worried. If the Republic broke through to Dxun, Fett woul have very little chance, and the Mandalorians would them for not interviening.

"Crap. Lt. Karsk, put the ships on Stage Warmongerer. Get pilots to their fighters, gunners to their stations, and the dropbays loaded and signal the Fleet to do the same...we're going in!"

Karsk looked incredulous.

"Sir? We wer-"

"I'm in command for the time being Lt., do you want the Republic to break through? Even if we fail, we'll show the Mandalorians we're sincere, and they'll let us join them. And if we go down...well, we'll take them with us!!!"

The whole crew cheered, and looked at Karsk. He nodded.

"Yes sir. Stage Warmongerer is now in effect. Powering up engines..."

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For the first time in a few hours, the engines on each Dungeon Ship powered up. All over the ship, Torpedo tubes and Turbolasers came to life, the dropbays were open, and the shields went up. Quickly, they gained speed. In a few minutes, they were near to the battle. The Fett's Reprise sent an encrypted transmission to the other Mandalorian ships:

'Fellow Mandalorians, we decided you could use a hand. We're going on the offensive with the Scion Fleet. If you need a specific ship that needs dealing with, let us know. Fett's Reprise out.'

Not wasting anymore time, the ten Dungeon Ships turned to the nearest Republic Capital ship, and hundreds upon hundreds of green turbolasers lashed out at the Republic Capital ship...

OOC: Clan outer Heaven, if you've didn't realise, are Mandalorian's, but don't consider themselves Mando's just yet. Also, Dungeons ships could be compared to SSD's in the original trilogy. They're the biggest and most-dangerous ships in their arsenal, and also contain other ships and things. For more info, look here: http://forums.obsidianent.com/lofiversion/index.php?t31120.html

In the main Scion ship, Cpt. Marius stared at his tactical readout,"So, they are trying to damage us? Let them come, the 4th will be here soon. Draw their drones into the gravity well of the planet... soon, they will learn to fear the Scion way of war!"

As the ships fell back, some of the more damaged were caught in the fire of the Republic fleet. The cores detonated, the resulting shockwave spreading through the Republic fleet. In the confusion, they moved swiftly, gaining distance over the Republic warships with every second.

Message to Clan Outer Heaven: We are falling back and regrouping. Reinforcements are expected soon. Cover us, we are not a frontline battle group - but we the Mandalorian masters of stealth and camoflague. Please, your help would be most gratifying

Ordus laughed.

To Clan Scion: Cover you? Fear not brothers, we'll force them into retreat, just do your best to hold out, we'll be there soon. [i]Fett's Reprise out.

Leaving the Capital Ship to die on it's own, all ten Dungeon Ships began to move to Fleet Scion. As soon as they got in range, hundreds upon hundreds of green turbolasers lanced out toward the Republic Drones and ships...

On the world of Dxun, it was night. Deep, dark night. Save for the flashes of light from the battles raging overhead between the fleets, Dxun was quiet and dark. The Mandelorian camp, so secure, sat in the darkness. Everything was at peace.

That is, until they came.

Three huge figures, lumbering blue creatures, began to run towards the encampment. They stood almost 7 meters tall, their yellow eyes searching out targets on the horizon.

No Mandelorian had ever seen something like this before.

They were approaching fast, quite fast for their large bulk, comming closer and closer into the range of the Mandelorians' weapons. All sensors showed they were giving off enormous amounts of radiation, yet it was all contained within their suits.

As the three crossed over a small speeder, crushing it with their huge claws, they approached into the range of the weapons...

"Uh...sir, our forces are being hit hard by two enemy clans now." The Captain replied.
"Damn it!" The Fleet commander notioned. "Admiral, do you have a plan?"
"Aim at the Scion. They've taken damage already."
"Yes, sir."

Enemy fighters duelled against each other for hours, as the drones lashed around space, finding enemies to smash themselves into, nullifying their ships, grounding them. Although the Mandalorians were skilled and could easily outmaneuver them, they couldn't take into account on how many drones the Zabrak built, as well the fact that their repllent against the moving republic fleet it failing, because their shockwaves, their blaster shots, are devastating, and the republic ships falling quickly, but the republic was working on blind faith. They didn't care about death nor pain anymore.

"We have to get closer." the Fleet Commander demanded.
"I'll try." The captain replied.

OOC: Just thought to put a thinker. It shows that despite the fact that they're losing, the republic forces are learning alot from the Mandalorians.

"Sir, they just keep coming!" yelled the helm

"Hold your position. Let them come," shouted Marius, as the Scion fleet came into position,"Just a little closer you Zabrak bastards... c'mon!"

The 2nd Scion joined up with the 3rd, and together they waited, ready for the drone attack...

Now we must wait. We cannot make our move yet

OOC: Just so you know, part of the 4th is hidden in the gravity well of the planet. It would hide them as it confuses enemy sensors, making them almost invisible. The remainder are still on the way, ready to fight when they arrive. The 4th are the heavy capital ships of the Scion, nearly 100 of them, plus frigates and such

OOC: Jenrak, look at your TG's

Both Revan and Malaks fleets appeared above the planet of Dxun. The first thing they noticed was the battle going on. This time, we will not fail, Revan thought to himself. "Commander, open a channel to Admiral Herede. Ask him if he requires our help."

"Aye, sir."

As Salco's fleet exited hyperspace above Dxun, the green turbolasers were released at the Mandalorian ships.

OOC: Jenrak, look at your TG's

OOC: Yep, I saw it. I just ate lunch at my friend's house. I TGed you.

IC:

"Ah, Master Revan! And Master Salco!" Herede replied. "I am sorry I am not on the battlefield, since I am rotting at Duros. Currently I am trying to rally more men to the republic forces, and progress has been slow. I know this is a setback for me, but my fleet commander should be able to fill you in on the details. Tell them, soldier."
"Ah, yes." The Fleet Commander responded, his voice on the comm. "As you know, the Mandalorians are mobolizing. I have been able to catch them off surprise, but now things are getting difficult. I have followed Herede's instructions and aimed at the Scion fleet blindingly, but we are so far at a disadvantage. I am using entirely Zabrak weaponry, so do not mistake me for the enemy. And be careful of the ion drones; they pack a punch, but I'm controlling them, so don't worry." The Fleet Commander replied, as he went back to controlling his suicidal drones.

OOC: If you don't know how he's controlling them, imagine playing Starcraft. Imagine you're against a fleet of protoss ships and all you have are large numbers of Scourges. That's technically what he's doing. Playing Starcraft. :D

A -- Are they completely blind to our tactics? Send word to the retreating crews to get back to their ships...since no one's listening, we're going to have to change tactics...probably a good idea, anyway, with the Republic forces coming and coming. Damn, where's Mandalore?
All Divisions, move out. Engage the enemy.

*The Maril ships stopped retreating and reboarded their ships, as the other five divisions (remember, I pulled in Fifth and Sixth) moved to engage the enemy fleets.*

OOC: Jenrak...they still don't have the fine discipline that the Mandalorians pride themselves on.
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***Dxun***

Mandalore straightened up and brushed himself off, laughing. The blows he had received didn't appear to phase him, but behind his expressionless helmet he was thinking "This kid's tough...worthy to be a Clan Leader...with a bit of shaping, who knows what he could become."

"Prezak, look at him. Young, brash, arrogant. Reminds me of us at his age. I like him."

He pulls his fists back up.

"Come, then, if you need more convincing."

OOC: Kaymiril, I know my men are not as dsiciplined. They're willing to ignore pain and be suicidal, but remember I didn't say that they're skill is suddenly equal to mandalorians. So remember, despite my suicidal advances, my guys still have bad aim and terrible flying. :) Man, I love smilies.

IC:

"We're taking heavy losses!" The republic fighter yelled on the comm. chatter.
"Keep moving soldier!" The Fleet Commander commanded.
"Yes...yes..sir." The fighter replied surrenderingly.
"C'mon, closer, closer, almost there." The Fleet Commander whispered, watching his drones fly around.

Drones flashed around the starry sky of space, and the shockwaves happening everywhere, as the recon fighters zoomed around unnoticed, small and dainty. The destruction was undeniably large.

On Coruscant...
"Mandalorian forces are retreating, as our Republic Soldiers are gaining ground." The news reporter spoke, playing a feedback of a failed republic mission. "The stake for being a soldier has never been so noteworthy. Sign up to become an elite republic soldier today, and help crush the Mandalorians." The news reporter on Coruscant booths finished.

On Malachor...
"At last, you have arrived. Has Lord Nadd taught you all he knows?" A familiar voice asked Flagius.
"Very well, we shall begin the conclusion of your training, and you shall be powerful, apprentice. Then, you're title will come to you." Traya spoke.
"I am ready, Master." Flagius replied wittingly.
"Oh, save it." She slashed forth with a large spew of force lightning, as electricity surged from her hands, tearing his skin apart. But as she damaged his mind and body, he began to embrace the damage, and his wounds began to heal. "So," Traya started, "Freedon Nadd has given you the gift of Hunger, has he? You msut be strong in the Force to be able to have that. Very well, apprentice, we will begin immediately."

OOC: KOTOR II people, I'm twisting the part for the Malachor guy to make his ascension earlier than before, so it might be before the end of the mandalorian wars that he overthrows Traya. I have to twist things for my guy, or else I'd have to wait until the end of the Jedi Civil War. I don't want to wait that long.

On the world of Dxun, it was night. Deep, dark night. Save for the flashes of light from the battles raging overhead between the fleets, Dxun was quiet and dark. The Mandelorian camp, so secure, sat in the darkness. Everything was at peace.

That is, until they came.

Three huge figures, lumbering blue creatures, began to run towards the encampment. They stood almost 7 meters tall, their yellow eyes searching out targets on the horizon.

No Mandelorian had ever seen something like this before.

They were approaching fast, quite fast for their large bulk, comming closer and closer into the range of the Mandelorians' weapons. All sensors showed they were giving off enormous amounts of radiation, yet it was all contained within their suits.

As the three crossed over a small speeder, crushing it with their huge claws, they approached into the range of the weapons...

Marilian camps consist of five to seven men, as a general rule. This one contained seven. They had their helmets off, they were discussing events of the day and such, when one of them heard something in the dense underbrush. Yanking their helmets on, they looked around, while activating their weapons.

"What the f....grenade 'em!"

"Sir, that'll leave us without transports."

"We can walk. Grenades, now."

Each of the seven men drew their grenades and threw them, then sought cover behind the trees. The seven explosions could have almost been one, as they exploded under the three radioactive, behemothan creatures.

Malachor V

"Each day you grow stronger, apprentice, and each time you feel the force you gain strength. Can it be that your power cannot be denied?" Traya whispered wisdomly.
"What do you mean?" Flagius asked, wielding his saber.
"All life is connected the Force. If you boost the morale of others, you can drain them, despite their beliefs."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you learned nothing? There are techniques within the Force which cannot be blocked, avoided, or countered. They are also as deadly, and many will die.
"Can I choose who?"
"You might as well move the universe with the choices you make, but yes. Anything is possible with the Force."
"Could the Mandalorians block these?"
"Their discipline is strong, and their resistance to it is uncanningly powerful. But, as long as they are alive, and as long as they live, the Force exists within them, allowing anything to manipulate. The true question is, is it enough for you to manipulate it? Yes. It is. As long as there is something, you could do anything."
"Thank you for your wisdom, Mistress Traya."
"I am tempted to discipline you, but to use the Force to hurt you will only make you stronger, and a lightsaber will rid you of your body parts. However..." A lightsaber emerged fomr his hands, and she swiftly sliced his left hand off.
"Augh!" He screamed. "My Hand!"
"Listen to the Force, and let loose your physical perceptions. You do not need a physical hand. You only need the Force." She concluded.

Jedi Master Slipknot finished checking over the status of his ships after the got out of hyperspace. He then went and told Vandor of the close-call near Mandoloria. After 10 minutes of discussing, Master Slipknot came out with news.

"Alright, gentelmen. After a while of discussing, we have come to the dicession that we will in fact stay loyal to the Republic. The Mandolorians are too dangerous and not trustworthy. Now, we will go back to the last battle to see if there is any assistance needed"

"Yes sir."

They jumped back into Hyperspace

OOC: I'll get back to my forces on Dxun in my next post.

IC:

"My..hand. My hand!" Flagius whimpered.
"Oh, suck it up, Sith Lord." Traya gasped.
"S...Sith?" Flagius looked up at her, as kneeled on the ground.
"You may have not known it, but you are learning the ways of the Sith. How could ever believe that a Jedi could defeat the Mandalorians? That they, who follow the path of pacifism and self-defense could destroy a foe such as the Mandalorians? Look, closer at the war."
As Flagius stood up, he closed his eyes, and he saw around him, the Jedi who served Revan, slowly become more and more powerful, but the Dark side was luring to them. Then, he saw the council, content with debate, and training, but they stood upon their pedestal on Coruscant.
"There are no Jedi that can defeat the Mandalorian Wars. There is only the Force." Traya whispered to him in his ear. "Now, apprentice, reach out and cast aside your nerves, and feel with the Force."
Slowly, Flagius took out a pocketed black glove, and wrapped it onto his stumped of a wrist. As he closed his eyes, fingers slowly began to fill themselves, and palms opened up and thickened their compartments. His hand was there, but when he removed it, he was nothing. When placed his glove back on, he saw it fill up again. It was as if it was invisible.
"Ah, you feel it, you sense it, yet you do not see it, yes?" Traya whispered. "This is the path of beyond death, apprentice. Here, you shall grow in your Hunger, and feed upon life. Feed upon everything the Force can do."

OOC: If you guys know the magnitude of this guy's power, don't think I'm gonna godmode, since he won't be on anybody's side.

A -- Are they completely blind to our tactics? Send word to the retreating crews to get back to their ships...since no one's listening, we're going to have to change tactics...probably a good idea, anyway, with the Republic forces coming and coming. Damn, where's Mandalore?
All Divisions, move out. Engage the enemy.

*The Maril ships stopped retreating and reboarded their ships, as the other five divisions (remember, I pulled in Fifth and Sixth) moved to engage the enemy fleets.*

OOC: Jenrak...they still don't have the fine discipline that the Mandalorians pride themselves on.
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***Dxun***

Mandalore straightened up and brushed himself off, laughing. The blows he had received didn't appear to phase him, but behind his expressionless helmet he was thinking "This kid's tough...worthy to be a Clan Leader...with a bit of shaping, who knows what he could become."

"Prezak, look at him. Young, brash, arrogant. Reminds me of us at his age. I like him."

He pulls his fists back up.

"Come, then, if you need more convincing."

Casir laughed.

"I'll settle with the convincement I've got now, but I must admit, that was a worthy fight. Call it a draw?" Casir asked. He held his hand out, but kept in mind ways to counter-attack should Mandalore try and throw him about, or something.

I'll keep the armour, the dents will remind me of this wonderful battle, although, I'll need a new set, dented battle armour works only so well in battle...

***Dxun***

Mandalore straightened up and brushed himself off, laughing. The blows he had received didn't appear to phase him, but behind his expressionless helmet he was thinking "This kid's tough...worthy to be a Clan Leader...with a bit of shaping, who knows what he could become."

"Prezak, look at him. Young, brash, arrogant. Reminds me of us at his age. I like him."

He pulls his fists back up.

"Come, then, if you need more convincing."

Prezak laughed,"You were always impressed by that sort of person Mandalore. Nothing ever changes"

"Deploy the fleet, now!" The Fleet Commander demanded, as the Jedi Masters were preoccupied with all three. entire legions of fighters and everything else zoomed around, attacking with all their might.
"Fire the proton torpedoes." The Fleet Commander commanded.

Mandalore nodded, and shook Fett's hand, likewise thinking of appropriate counters should the younger warrior be pulling anything.

"A worthy student of Ta'an. And Prezak, you've no room to talk. How else do you think you got where you are today?"

*A shuttle lands and a Mandalorian warrior steps out.*

M -- Ah, Captain Fett. Meet Clan Leader Casir Fett of the Outer Heaven Clan...our new allies. Clan Leader Fett...Captain Beriza Fett, in charge of Maril Fourth Division.

*Captain Fett gives a respectful nod to the new Clan Leader, as well as Clan Leader Lo'dan and Mandalore.*

Prezak nodded mutely, and motioned his hello to Captain Fett as she arrived

Casir Fett nodded to Beriza.

"Nice to meet another Fett."

Turning to Mandalore, he nodded.

"I think, now that I've determined you are Mandalore, that I can safely reveal myself."

With that, Casir tapped a pressure point on his helmet, and it opened up, revealing his handsome, although not untouched face. A small scar was under his right eye, and just under his chin was a small burn. He nodded again.

"Being a former De&th Watchman, I never got through my early days unscathed..."

Casir then looked over at Beriza.

"You have a nice name Beriza...albeit familiar one."

"Launch shielded transports to above Dxun." Herede commanded to his Fleet Commander.
"Yes, sir."
"Friendly Republic Troops. We need covering fire for the Transports to get near Dxun."

She nods. Casir...Casir...I have heard that name before.

Mandalore likewise opens his helmet. A long scar runs down his left cheek. "Ta'an gave me that...only lasting facial scar I have. Welcome to our fleet, my brother. If you're anything like this Fett, I have no doubts you'll be a powerful ally."

B -- Sirs, I came down to inform you that Republic forces have gathered around Dxun and are attacking.

M -- Then we'd best get to our ships.

Casir nodded.

"Knowing Captain Ordus, he'll be in the thick of it. Never mind."

He nodded at Prezak, Beriza and Mandalore.

"Good luck, and we'll meet again after this. Guards! Mount up! We have a battle to win!!!"

The two Basilisks came out, with their riders cheering. Grinning, he turned, and ran into his shuttle.

A few moments later, the Shuttle's repulsorlifts activated, and it lifted off, with the two Basilisk's in close pursuit...

Beriza took off in her shuttle, and Mandalore motions for Prezak to join him.

"You want to watch the battle from my ship, or do you want to direct your part from yours?"

I left Cpt. Marius in charge. He's more than capable. An open comm-link would be useful though

Right. So, to the Ultrinnan it is. We'll be going through an unfriendly or so, so do you want to fly and I shoot, or do you want to shoot while I fly?

*Meanwhile, they're already in space.*

It's been a while since I piloted, so you'd best do it. I'll take the buggers down

Very good, very good. *Making the ship do barrel rolls* I'm almost tempted to go the entire battle like this...ah, it's been too long.

Talk about making my job more difficult... and the memories just come floding back, so many memories

"Definately in the thick of iiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Casir flew madly around, dodging lasers and debris. One Basilisk was above Casir, blowing away drone after drone, the other...had been hit by a stray Heavy Turbolaser, and had exploded spectacularly.

[5KM and closing.]

Hitting the thrusters, Casir weaved around more and more debris, trying not to get hit. In his fighter, he'd relish this, but he was in his Shuttle, and the shields were straining as it is.

It's been too long...

Spotting another drone, Casir blew it away.

[1KM, engaging docking sequence]

Casir heard, and then felt, the wings close around him. The dropbay loomed above him, and Casir looked down. He watched the Basilisk weave through the fire...

C'mon!!!

The Basilisk was just in reach of the hangar, when a red laser ripped into it's side. The Basilisk careened off couse, and hit another drone, making a huge explosion.

"Dammit!"

Casir hit the dashboard. He knew his guard well, but at least they died in battle...

M -- *stabilizing* Fine, fine, spoilsport. *zips them through the unfriendlies, and onto the Ultrinnan.

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B. Fett -- And I thought this was fun until two minutes ago...*she was within range of her vessel, but one of the drones had taken out her engines.* H'mmm...wait for it...wait for it...firing torpedo...*flickering debris had caught her attention, and she used the shockwave from the explosion to carry her shuttle the rest of the way to her ship.* Now, onto the main event.

Prezak laughed,"Well, sorry if I spoiled your fun Captain, but I like to be able to see my targets clearly before I take the shot"

*Stepping out* I know. I also know that you can shoot even when I'm pulling manuvers like that. Remember taking over Duros? *going to the bridge* Anyway, you have your comm line, and I have my battle.

Doesn't mean that I like it, even if I can do it. Thanks for the comm line

M -- Open another line, to the Fett's Reprise.

Take your vessels through the center. My men are transmitting Republic sheild harmonics to you now. I believe your ships could do a vast amount of damage. Meanwhile, Scion ships will be among and around yours, using their own strategems, the Khiraebanaans will be attacking the Republic from their Y-axis, and the Maril fleet will be closing on the flanks. Mandalore out.

Reopen it to the lead Khiraebanaan ship.

This is Mandalore. Attack the Republic forces from their Y-Axis. There will be no way for them to escape.

Again, redirect it to Fifth and Sixth.

This is Mandalore. Take defensive positions around the planet.

*The ships began moving*

M -- Now, captain, transmit the Maril battle plan to the other captains.

A -- Yes, sir.

*The Maril fleet all begins to move.*

Last of all, open a channel...to everyone.

This is Mandalore to all Clanships. Go to Victory, everyone.

"Allright, their finally letting us do something. I do not believe that Mandalore believes me to be a good commander...hmm. No matter. Helm get us there now. I want all fighters to be grouped into 10-man wings. Do NOT let them fly right into their guns. Although Mandalore wants us on the Y-axis, our fighters can do much more. I want them to leave that flank open for the most part. concentrate on their docking bays. As soon as they have no fighters, this battle is over. No ship can survive without a screen of some kind. Our capitals will make a solid screen above them. If they want to get through,they can play chicken. All shields against them whichever direction that may be. They wont stand a chance. Make it happen." Rieade said this and sat down in his command chair, thinking.

Mandalore folded his arms and looked out over the battle. The Maril First Division was in front, preventing Republic forces from going anywhere, while the Second, Third, and Fourth were attacking from the sides. The Khiraebanaans were above and below the Republic ships, attacking from there. Open Heaven and Scion were going right down the center, the gigantic OH ships pummeling the Republic ships while Scion utilized their hit-and-run tactics. The only way the Republic had out was behind them...and that was only because an enemy completely boxed in tended to be more dangerous than anything else.

I'll have to have a proper clan meeting after this battle...and it'll have to be proper...I don't know this new head of Khiraebanaa, and Casir's too new. Draxz dead...and we were making gornt jokes. Damn, why didn't I see it? Poison...Ultrinnan medics might have been able to take care of him. I've lost one of my best generals, and a good friend...so, before I hold the clan meeting, Prezak and I need to arrange for Draxz's funeral. Too many of us are dead...

"Sir, enemy force coming into the breach at the y-axis! We're boxed in!" The captain reprived.
"I'm aware of that. Damn it..." The Fleet Commander began to think. "Wait a minute...we can still get our forces to reach Dxun...Herede's going to kill me for this."
"What are you thinking, sir?" The captain asked.
"Take a backpack, and two blasters and a vibroblade. We're going down."
"But how?"
"Escape pods. We're going straight down."
"Straight Down?!?"
"Yes. We'll still land on Dxun, and with the escape pods' small size and quick speed they won't be able to fire at us." He reached for a comm.
"Attention, all forces. This Fleet Commander Mirijlak. Mass evacuation now. All forces go to the escape pods."

As the fire began to spread on the Zabrak ships, Republic soldiers suited themselves into the escape pods, three at a time. Within seconds, each ship fired simultaneously, launching barrages of escape pods into the Dxun gravity, as the Central, the flagship of Admiral Herede, blew up in the sky. How many soldiers would begin the ground assault on Dxun was predictable.

*Meanwhile, on Malachor...*

"Your talent is impressive. I have yet to train one so powerful as you, apprentice." She remarked. "I believe your strength is ready. You must finish your final test. Succeed me, or you will die."
"I will leave you be, Traya. You are no longer a benefit to me. Your life is worst than death." Flagius replied, his voice unnaturally high-pitched and unnervingly cold, as his face was covered by a skull mask, his face no more. As he walked part of Nenn'Itx's robes flashed a small piece of what was under his long cape; nothing. He was ghost, a being already killed during training. Now Flagius is an echo of his power, his pain.
"Then you shall die again, apprentice." Traya replied as he walked away. As she drew lightsaber, she leapted towards him, but in mid-air, Flagius turned around swiftly and gripped her with the Force, and threw her against one of the pillars of the Academy. Then, in a blindingly swift current, he twisted his slightly corporal hand and placed her in stasis.
"Leave me be, betrayer." Flagius chortled loudly as he walked out of the core, his lightsaber dangling dangerously from his robes.
He walked outside to the deadly atmosphere of Malachor, and lifted his fingers. Slowly, his arms reached up, and following the movement of his arms, was a massive downed Mandalorian Capital ship, still in near perfect condition, despite a few holes. It was probably one of the ships during the time of Exar Kun. As he began to board the ship, he looked at the band on his left arm: Blue Captain. But he kept the band, and he used the force to drive the ship out of the gravity well, permeating ghosts to do his bidding. He was now fully prepared to wage against both the republic and the mandalorians. He was the Jedi Flagius no longer. He fully proclaimed himself the Sith Lord of Hunger; Darth Nihilus.

OOC: BAM! I know the storyline is way off, but I like it, and waiting for the Jedi Civil War to be over is too far off, so I rushed in Darth Nihilus. Although I control his movements, he no longer works for the republic. Neither is he allying himself with anyone. Heh, try killing him. :mp5:

OOC: I hope you realize that I had my forces (all Mandolorian forces -- sorry guys, I think of it as my side, lol) meet yours way WAY out from the moon? Also, the Khiraebanaan forces are both above and below yours...your only way out is back. And an unkillable character is a GM, I hope you realize.

OOC: I hope you realize that I had my forces (all Mandolorian forces -- sorry guys, I think of it as my side, lol) meet yours way WAY out from the moon? Also, the Khiraebanaan forces are both above and below yours...your only way out is back. And an unkillable character is a GM, I hope you realize.

OOC:I know an unkillable character is GM, but Nihilus *is* killable in this. He was in the SW universe as unkillable. I'm going to RP on the side on what he does and stuff like that pretty often. Know that he is not on anyone's side, and how do you kill him you may ask? Well, it's simple: make him starve. Like I said, his main power is hunger, right? Then starve him.

Plus, I know your guys have boxed me in and I can't move, but I think it'll be funny still if my guys get blocked and stuff. :D Every war needs a massacre battle, might as well make it this one. Oh yeah, that is the fighter things you meet. I'm talking about capital ships. Since your repellant attempt we've been pushed back.

I'll RP soon. Gotta go do something for a couple minutes.

K, gotta keep this quick.

IC:

"Are you sure things are all right, Commander?" The captain asked from the escape pod beside him.
"No!" He yelled.
"What?" The captain asked as the escape pods lurched out.
They began to fall like raindrops, unto the pitter patter of the pavement that was the mandalorian blockades. Instead of a soft dripping noise, they exploded, some doing more damage than expected. It was an odd moment.

M -- They're...jettisoning themselves into the Khiraebanaan line?


Khiraebanaan forces, destroy the enemy escape pods.


All but the Khiraebanaans, stop your fire. They have abandoned their ships...therefore, we might be able to use them.

OOC: Are you sure you want to take the Zabrak ships? You'll need the Fleet Commander's code, which thankfully was destroyed when the Central blew up. Either that or you could ask the Fleet Commander, if he lands on Dxun, that is.

IC:

"Bombs?" Herede asked the lead technician, a smart, inquisitive Zabrak named Bao-Dur.
"Yes, Admiral. They are lined along the engines. They're spidered in, you would say. To disable them would be to disable the entire engine. They blow up when the crew is gone." Bao-Dur replied.
"How would it know?" Herede asked.
"Cavity sensors. No one has been on the that while for more than 5 seconds when it was on. It'll detonate the next time someone steps a foot on it."
"So, I can't reclaim my ships?"
"Afraid not, Admiral."
"Damn it. This better be worth. Hope the Mandalorians don't pick Duros next."

OOC: GTG, nice RPs today! I'll be back on tomorrow.

Rieade watched the escape pods fly towards Dxun, some killed by his fighters, but sadly, most got through. "A useless strategy," thought Rieade, "It simply gives them limited mobility and a little longer to live. The fools..."
"Well, looks as though this battle is over. Recall the fighters and bring us closer to the the Maril ships. Mandalore and myself need to meet as I am one of his commanders now."

OOC: Oh well.

IC:
This is Captain Fett to Mandalore. I doubt they would just allow us to take their ships, Sir.

M -- I thought about that, Captain. Send a droid with the appropriate decryption skills...I want to see what happens. All ships, give the derelict fleet breathing space, in case they blow.

A -- Yes, Sir.

*A droid is launched, and lands next to an airlock on one of the ships. It begins decrypting the opening sequence while the Mandalorian Fleets withdraw some distance. It opens the airlock and steps in.*

BAM!!

M -- So, Zabrak ships are out of the question. Leave them there...they might prove useful, later. Prezak, we need to go to Draxz's old ship...there are arrangements to be made.

The nav officer looked up at Rieade. "Sir, Mandalore's shuttle is approaching our ship." Then with a smile, "you might want to go and greet him sir."
Rieade, as he was not used to greating anyone to a ship, "That was Draxz's job...*sigh*." looked slightly startled and hurried off to the docking bay, ready to great his new commander.

Harold's fleet arrived out of hyperspace newly strenghted by more arms, ships, and troops suppllied by the Senate and more Jedi have joined his fleet. This time he decided after examing replays of the war's first battle found out that they were utlizing the Republic ships shield tonings had all them had chaned all of the ships and fighters. He said," We cannot allow the Mandolarians to gave this battle as their masscare."

"General Harold, this is Admiral Herede from the base Droplet on Duros. Come in. My fleet commander has begun to use escape pods to land onto Dxun. Please break an opening for them somehow for the Mandalorian lines below. Please find a way." The transmission jargled.
On the secret duros base of Droplet, Admiral Herede had more questions about the Republic's secret weapon.
"Mass...Shadow...Generator?" Herede asked the technician.
"Correct, Admiral. They radiate a sort of siphon of the planet's core, magnifying the echo to percieve across worlds, until the echo of the weapon implodes the planet itself. There is only one problem."
"What is the problem?" Herede asked.
"Such a device requires tremendous time in charging up, and it must be support by four republic capital ships worth of energy. Plus, it is very fragile. We have to pick a spot where the Mandalorians cannot go to for a along time." Bao-Dur explained pretentiously.
"I'll ask Master Revan if there is a place we can bait the Mandalorian forces into, but for the meantime, how long will it take to finish construction?"
"Nearly a year."
"A YEAR?" Herede gasped.

"Captain, are you all right?" The Fleet Commander jostled in his pod, sitting comfortably beside the Fleet Captain.
"Yes, sir." The Fleet Captain replied, his arms purply and sickly, his face about to throw up.
"Hold on there, soldier. What's the worst that can happen?" The Fleet Commander queried, scared as well.

We shall then as dozens of capital ships and thousands of figthers attacked the Mandolarians.

M -- *On his way out* Captain Azra...make arrangements for the Republic survivors.

*On Draxz's old ship, he stands.*

Long time since we've been here, eh, Prezak?

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Beriza Fett stood after the battle.

"I'll be in my quarters if anyone needs me." She nods at her first officer "You have the bridge."

*When she gets to her quarters, she resumes work on a hobby of hers. Spread out on the table was a disassembled jetpack, and a number of semi-flammable materials.*
There has to be some way this'll ignite on contact with air. We can't keep having warriors blow up when they're igniting their jet packs or incinerating something.
*Runs the umpteenth million test, which is for the first time, successful.*
Gotcha...now, I just have to make sure you'll work when installed.
*Continues working, goes back to thinking about events of the day.*
Casir Fett...I know I've heard that name before. Where, though? Mandalore never mentioned him as an enemy...a file on the Death Watch, perhaps? No...doesn't fit. I was surprised to hear the name, at all...almost...almost like a long-forgotten memory.

***FLASHBACK***
Casir, wait! I can't go that fast! *A three year old Beriza stumbled along the plains, trying to keep up with her father and brother.* "Hurry up! We don't have all day!" *A six year old boy was calling to her...hazel eyes peeking out from under black hair. A man whose face she cannot see calls, as well.* "Come, children."
***END FLASHBACK***

Putting down her tools, she goes back over the memory. Was that a...memory? No...that comes from before... *Another memory flashes past...the raid...*

She goes over to her personal comm unit and hails the Fett's Reprise. When a officer answers, she requests to speak with Clan Leader Casir Fett.

Rieade came hurrying out of a turbolift into the docking bay. He saw Mandalore and Prezak standing by their shuttle and he jogged over.
"Good to see you Mandalore, Prezak. I believe you said we had matters to discuss? Follow me to my chambers. We can talk there."

We have matters to discuss, yes...but first we must deal with Draxz.

"What do wish to do with him? He has been prepared to be sent back to Khiraebanaa for a proper buriel. If you wish, we could cancel this and make other arrangements."

No...let him have his interrment in the ground, if that was his wish. However, Prezak and I knew Draxz for a long while...were close friends of his. I would like the finality of seeing his body.

"Of course. Follow me. It is frozen, but you can still see it." He paused and turned around. "I know what its like to lose a close friend. Draxz was my mentor for years. My brother and father were killed when I was 13." He turned back and continued to the medical facility.

Herede was having a lovely cup of coffee, when his enigmatic aid ran up to him, his blue hair wildly flying around. "Sir, attacks again."
"The Mandalorians have taken another system?" Herede asked.
"No, sir, not a Mandalorian. A rogue Warship." The aide answered.
"What kind?" Herede asked.
"A class 12, highly damaged, large amounts of particle shields."
It didn't make sense. Capital ships now longer go pass the Class 10 system. The only ship that went past the class 10 system were the Sith Warships...
"Where is the warship attacking?"
"The planet Yreemich II."
"That's in Mandalorian Space!"
"I know. Perhaps it is a diversion."
"Or not...send a detachment to observe the Warship's attacks on Yreemich."
"Yes, sir."
"This doesn't make sense...What is going on here?"

OOC: I am going on vacation for a week and won't be able to post. Revan and Malak are in uncharted space and will remain there until I return.

M -- *On his way out* Captain Azra...make arrangements for the Republic survivors.

*On Draxz's old ship, he stands.*

Long time since we've been here, eh, Prezak?

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Beriza Fett stood after the battle.

"I'll be in my quarters if anyone needs me." She nods at her first officer "You have the bridge."

*When she gets to her quarters, she resumes work on a hobby of hers. Spread out on the table was a disassembled jet pack, and a number of semi-flammable materials.*
There has to be some way this'll ignite on contact with air. We can't keep having warriors blow up when they're igniting their jet packs or incinerating something.
*Runs the umpteenth million test, which is for the first time, successful.*
Gotcha...now, I just have to make sure you'll work when installed.
*Continues working, goes back to thinking about events of the day.*
Casir Fett...I know I've heard that name before. Where, though? Mandalore never mentioned him as an enemy...a file on the Watch, perhaps? No...doesn't fit. I was surprised to hear the name, at all...almost...almost like a long-forgotten memory.

***FLASHBACK***
Casir, wait! I can't go that fast! *A three year old Beriza stumbled along the plains, trying to keep up with her father and brother.* "Hurry up! We don't have all day!" *A six year old boy was calling to her...hazel eyes peeking out from under black hair. A man whose face she cannot see calls, as well.* "Come, children."
***END FLASHBACK***

Putting down her tools, she goes back over the memory. Was that a...memory? No...that comes from before... *Another memory flashes past...the raid...*


She goes over to her personal comm unit and hails the Fett's Reprise. When a officer answers, she requests to speak with Clan Leader Casir Fett.

Around the ship, the crew of the Fett's Reprise were celebrating their victory over the Republic. Casir was currently in the middle of a party mosh, getting covered in ale, and being crushed in the process.

Dammit, I swear, when I manage to get to the bridge, I'll have lost a few pounds!

A few minutes and a few bruises later, Casir managed to make his way to the Bridge. His armour had been dented a little more, and he had a nick on his cheek. Someone's dagger was hanging from their neck, and as Casir was pushed past, that someone decided to jump, making their dagger fly upward, and hit Casir. That someone found himself slammed into the roof a few seconds later.

Thankfully, the Bridge had calmed down, and most were at their posts. As Casir made for the view port, an Officer ran up to him.

"Lord Fett! We have someone on Mandalore's ship requesting to speak with you!"

Casir looked at the Officer, half distant, half surprised.

"Did this someone state who he was?" Casir said. The Officer shook his head.

"It's a she, m'lord, and no, she didn't, but if you'll..."

"By all means, lead on."

Casir followed the Officer to the Communication's station. The Officer nodded. Casir put the headset nearest him, and braced himself.

"This is Casir Fett, may I ask who's speaking?"

This is Captain Fett, of the Marilese Fourth. I wish to ask you, Clan Leader Fett...do you or did you ever have a sister?

Casir bit his lip. Hard. Family was not a subject he liked, nor did he wish to discuss with Miss Beriza. But her name...

"Why do you wish to know Miss Fett?" Casir asked.

I was three when I was separated from my birth family. All I remember is that my father died, and I had a brother three years older than me named Casir. He'd be about...twenty-five now.

*SMACK*

Casir's legs collapsed. Luckily, he fell into a chair. Nothing physical had hit him at all, just a sad realisation.

"I err..." Caisr bit his lip, "I am twenty five actually...tell me, do you remember your father's name?"

Casir was now getting freaked.

It can't be...when the Mandalorian's took her, I thought she'd have been...well, I don't really need to imagine, and then killed...

I don't really remember...but I think it started with a K.

My god...

"Was his name Karis, Beriza!?!" Casir asked anxiously over the comm.

Casir was being flooded with emotions. This was practically a revelation...

Behind her helmet, Beriza's eyes widened. Karis...

"...Yes...yes, that was it!" She removed her helmet, revealing her ice blue eyes and jet black hair, which was cut short. A long scar winds its way across her face, but it doesn't really detract any from her beauty...and despite everything, she is beautiful.

"Gold Fighter, what is your rendezvous point?" The Gold Leader asked a fighter, as they just left the drippy Hyperspace tunnel.
"Your ass, Gold Leader." The Fighter replied. Some of the fighters chuckled.
"Alright, cut the chatter Gold Squadron, we've a recon pacificist mission here. Remember, do not attack the enemy warship unless fired upon." Gold Leader commanded.
Despite their rauncheous movements and crazy speeches, the Gold Squadron was one of the best, next to the downed, yet formidable Magenta squadron that perished during the second battle of Dxun. As times were more hard on them, they now controlled a majority of Republic fighters in Republic space, and with Revan and Malak disappeared, their burden is even heavier.
"Gold Fighter 2, what is your position?" The Gold Leader asked through his comm.
"Right in front of the rogue Warship. We are heading to observe." The Gold Fighter 2 replied.
"Sweet Mynock..." Gold leader answered, as he came closer to the dark world of Yreemich II. Among the space that surrounded the planet, was a single warship, without any fighters defending it, and many battle scars stipped around the surface. It was a large, looming ship, larger than most republic capital vessels, and it issued off a massive firepower strength, despite the external damage it obviously suffered. It fired shot after shot on the surface of Yreemich II, exploding the concussive gasses that strewn around the planet. It was a weapons manufacturing haven, with concussive gasses and poisons as powerful as ever. It was odd that the warship was ravaging the planet shot after shot.
"Can you get a hack on the ship's ID signature?" Gold Leader asked.
"Yes, sir, I have. It goes by the name of the 'Ravager', a unique capital class Sith Warship, dated 80 years old."
"80?!"
"Yes, sir, and it gets even wierder. Sensors don't detect any bodily thermal energy on the ship. It's empty; a ghost ship."
"Then what's firing?"
"I...I don't know." Gold tech responded, as the Warship began to cease fire.
"Sir! It's beginning Hyperspace!" A fighter replied, as the Warship smashed open an unidentified loop in Hyperspace, and retreated. When the fighters ran after it, Gold Leader told them to stop pursuit.
"The Admiral would want to know about this..."

**** ******* ****

Caris' eyes widened.

"Erm...ah, Beriza. This is...certainly intriguing to the extreme...but I think we should do this...more...privately. Are you free at the moment?" Casir asked.

Yes, I just got off the bridge a few minutes ago. *She pulls her helmet back on* Am I correct in guessing that you would like me to report to your ship?

Casir smiled.

"You would indeed be correct. I'll have a banquet prepared in my personal quarters. When you're ready, take your shuttle, and go into Drop bay 4. I'll be waiting for you there. Dress in what you want, I'll be changed into some more informal drapings. Okay?"

The ships retreated to Hyperspace, when the transmission jumped its way towards Duros, as Admiral Herede was having another cup of silky coffee.
"Hmm...what to do...what to do..." He wondered, when his aide rushed up to him and spilled his coffee.
"You better have a good reason for ruining my enjoyment, boy." Herede angrily retorted.
"Sorry, sir. I have news on the Warship. It jumped to illegal Hyperspace routes among the outer Rim. It attacked Yreemich and fled."
"Did it notice my men?"
"No, sir. They were far from sight, and radar range."
"Very well."
"They are coming back."
"Must be a Mandalorian trap." Herede wondered, as his aide rushed away. "I'll ask them." He coerced daringly. He reached for the comm., and placed a signal to all Mandalorian comms he could reach.

"Mandalorian Scum, this is Admiral Herede of the Republic Fleet. Do not underestimate our strategic knowledge. We know you set up that false raid on Yreemich II to lure us there. I have had squadrons sent to investigate, and it seems that only you can be the ones brave enough to go through uncharted Hyperspace routes. Despite our differences, and the fact that this war has its ends, I would like to know why you are deploying such frugal tactics?"

OOC: Hey Jenrak, I've added you, you just need to approve.

Dress in something...other than armor...okay...do I have anything on this ship that is not armor or flightsuit?...No.

"I'll be there in roughly half an hour. Beriza Fett out."

*Shutting off the comm, she changes into a black flightsuit...the closest thing she has aboard "almost at all..." to something non-military. Going down to the shuttle bay, she takes a smaller shuttle than she'd had, due to the fact that hers was engineless "I'll have to fix that...", and set out for the Fett's Reprise, setting down in Bay 4.*

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The report of the ship had just reached Capt. Azra. "Why would any ship be out there, aside from one of ours? It's not a frequently traversed sector?"

OOC: Hey Jenrak, I've added you, you just need to approve.

what do you mean?

Casir stood in the Drop bay, and smiled as he watched Beriza's shuttle land. He was dressed in his casual on-duty clothing, which were black boots, black jeans, a red belt, a black undershirt, a black tunic, and a sword strapped to his hip (a Katana).

As soon as the shuttle had set down, Casir walked up to it, and waited to greet her...

OOC: I've added you to MSN, but you're offline, and your email is your name, meaning you haven't allowed me to add you. If you have, then add me.

The shuttle door opened, and Beriza stepped out, greeting Casir with a respectful nod.

"Clan Leader Fett."

Casir nodded back.

"Beriza, please, call me Casir. We're off-duty, and we are related in...some way."

He then nodded to the exit.

"If you'll follow me..."

She nods, and follows him.

A few minutes later, the lift doors opened, revealing an elabourate corridor. At the end, were two cloth covered blast doors, with two shields on them, showing the Outer Heaven Clan's insignia. He smiled.

"Heh, I can smell it from here..."

With that, he walked on towards his private quarters.

"Interesting...we have no such show of insignia on our ships...we merely paint each clan's crest on the hull, and the rest of the ship is military."

*She tucks a lock of hair back behind her left ear, revealing a small star-shaped birthmark on the back of her left hand*

The night crept over the fast winding planet of Duros, as days were mere hours on the grassy planet, and Herede sat on his chair for hours, hanging out at the brilliant cantina.
"Ah, the bliss of the Outer Rim." He gently murmured as he held his cup. "Such a dark time spent in a bright place."
Just then, and intelligence officer rushed to him, and he had a worried look on his face.
"What is it?" Herede asked.
"The Rogue Warship has appeared once again sir." The Officer replied.
"Where?"
"Serrocco."
"That's not far from Yreemich...not far at all." Herede responded. "But that's in Republic space."
"Shall we engage?"
"Yes. Send Gold squadron to the site, and dispatch a boarding squad." Herede answered.
"Yes, sir."
"I don't understand...what has happened? Why are the Mandalorians using hit and run tactics on such small scales?" He pondered whistfully.

OOC: I'm not very good at knowing Hotmail, since I don't spend too much time on e-mail, just mostly Web Design. Call me stupid, but can you telegram me soon on how to add contacts?

Mandalore looked down at the body of his old friend.

"Well, that's it, then. Commander Rieade, I am calling a meeting for all fleet commanders at six hundred tomorrow morning. Information will be sent to you as to what I will be looking at."

Turning, he went to the shuttle bay, Prezak in tow ((Sorry, SE, but you haven't been doing anything on this thread)), and went back to his ship, first dropping Prezak off at his leadship.
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To All Mandalorian Ships
There will be a meeting at 0600 tomorrow. All ranking officers are expected to be in attendence. We will be discussing:
Reports of a rogue warship in Mandolorian Space
Reports of Nar Shadaa allying itself with the Republic
The Republic Troops on Dxun
The fact that Duros is vulnerable currently
The Zabrak presence in recent battles.

Prezak looked at the damage report. Ten ships, and nearly 3000 thousand men. Losses were harsh, but the Scion could deal with them. They were the smallest of the Mandalorian clans, but they could do extraordinary damage. Fast, and deadly, they were the main shock troops. He looked the message from Mandalore, and glanced through it.

Pressing a button on his desk, he called Captain Marius and Colonel Drates to his quaters. After a few moments discussion, they went their seperate ways, until the meeting. They had a fleet to run....

Over the Gleaming Agglomerated Cities of Serrocco..

The Gold Squadron had just left Hyperspace, the shockwave permeating miles of space around them, as they resumed onto the course, and the Sith Warship fired blaster after blaster of devastating disruptor shots at the cities. As the gold squadron moved in, they began to pick up Serroccan transmissions.
"Rebpulic assistance, we have breached the main shield defense of the warship. We are awaiting your boarding cargo."
"Copy that, Serrocco Leader." The Gold Captain flashed onto the comm, as he zoomed up towards the Warship, the ships following him. Oddly enough, the shield was off completely, and the warship did not fire at them.
"Be alert." Gold Captain commanded as they beamed their ways towards the shuttle ports. As the men slumped their ways out, purple tentacles were strewn across the ship's interiors like vines, and they quivered and twitched occasionally. As the Gold Squadron walked along, the Serroccan troops followed.
After ten minutes of wild trudging, a Serroccan fighter fell onto his knees, and vomited blood at a constant rate. As the blood expelled itself from his bowels, it began to be drained up by the floor, as if the ship itself was thirsty.
"Deep breathes." The Serroccan leader whispered to the weary fighter.
"It's no good." He explained. "I can't go on. Leave me here, I'll make sure nothing happens to the ships."
"Alright." The Leaders rationed, as they walked among the ship, no sight of a soul anywhere so far.

Nar Shadda

Anarchy was undoing the organized crime's hard work of instilling order, as the Mandalorian victory of Dxun had reached Nar Shadda. The Mandalorian Veterans, believing their time had come at last, began to rebel against their employers, as war waged on. Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries fought each other, as the battle waged between honor and credits. Although some Mandalorians merely saw this uprising as another failed attempt and stayed employed to the Crime Lords, especially a ruthless Mandalorian named Brilak, most escaped to the shuttles and began the journey to Dxun.
"This alliance with the Republic was harder than I thought." Xim Despot spoke from his massive mansion.

OOC: Brilak is a semi-mandalorian. He is now simply a robot, as he was cut by the Sith during a reconnasiance raid and lost quite a number of body parts. Currently he is following the Republic's side, but I'll soon give control of him over to you.

BUMP. But to make it interesting...

The Ravager, Over Serrocco...

"This place is pretty damn cold." The serroccan leader whispered to himself, his teammates nodding in response.
The Ravager was a massive Sith warship, a columned capital ship older than it seemed. Scars of battle littered the innards of the ship, and an eerie presence seemed to keep it intact. The purple tentacles latching around the floors and walls respresented fingers, and they tried to tug at the stomachs of the boarding party.
Occasionally, the party met a room full of charred bodies, another sign that something was wrong. After what seemed like hours, they finally reached the bridge, and alone, on the edge of the stand, was a tall gaunt figure, with night black robes and a skull mask, orchestrating an attack on Serrocco once again with its fingers.
As the team set up a sniping position from afar, the figure stopped his movements, leaped up towards the ceiling with amazing speed.
"Fire!" Gold Leader commanded, as the snipers and anti-armored soldiers launched their ballistics and blaster shots.
The figure dodged by gliding over to another corner, and it moved amazingly fast. It was a mere blur. The blaster shots aimed at the corner, and fired, only to reveal the figure leaping off the corner and onto the stand on the ground once again, a red lightsaber protruding menacingly from the belt. In a swift movement, it lashed towards the Serroccan forces posted above the bridge, and ripped them all to pieces in a single swipe. It then zoomed back down to the ground, where it lifted its hands high into the air, let loose a long strand of purple tentacles from its palm.
Instantly the soldiers everywhere began to rot, and their faces losing colour. They soon began ghostlike in appearance, but a lucky shot from a sniper blaster got the being's attention.
"Let's get out of here!" The Gold squadron commanded, as the being began swooping down onto the soldiers one by one, choking them with it's iron fists.
"Get to the transports!" The Gold Captain demanded, as they vainly tried to escaped from the hungry Sith Lord.

Harold ordered his fleet to withdraw to the Unknown Regions. There he planned to find aliens who could help against the Mandolarin menace.

"Get the wounded to the front of the line!" The Gold Leader yelled, as the Sith Lord close behind latched around on the cielings and floors like a swooping hawk, the robes dangling threateningly.
"Fire the flash cores!" The Serroccan leader exclaimed, as the soldiers shot flash cores that detonated on impact, sending a blindly strong burst of light towards the enemy, but it failed to pacify the hungry Sith Lord.
Now and then he leapt down and snatched up a soldier, and the teror instilled grew stronger.
For minutes they ran, but their squads were depleted to insane amounts. When they arrived at the transport, the small soldier left behind sat there dead, his blank eyes gasping at the ceiling, his throat spurred with blood, ripped out efficiently. His blaster weapons were missing, and his gear was stripped.
"Let's get out of here, and fast!" They both yelled, as screams of torment and a large slurping sound echoed from the end of the halls.

In the Unkown Regions they uncovered a horrible thing the teachings of the dark side of the Sith.

"What the hell was that?!?!" A Serroccan troop asked the Gold Leader, who barely survived.
"I...don't know." He replied, as he steered the course towards the Hyperspace void to Duros.

"Interesting...we have no such show of insignia on our ships...we merely paint each clan's crest on the hull, and the rest of the ship is military."

*She tucks a lock of hair back behind her left ear, revealing a small star-shaped birthmark on the back of her left hand*

Casir's pupils dilated for a moment.

"That birthmark...I remember it..."

Casir shook his head.

"Anyway, this ship is military, but the Clan of Outer Heaven treats it's Clan Leader like a god. Not that I take full advantage, but you'd be surprised how a comfy couch can make you into a Tactical Genius. My room can be converted into a War Room if need be, come, our meal awaits..."

The two doors opened at detecting Casir, lighting up a very ornate room. The walls were covered in more tapestry's and weaves, and above them, chandeliers gave off a gentle, but surprising illumination. In the middle of the room was a massive table, covered in many foods from many worlds, each giving off a fresh smell. Two servants stood in black drapings, which concealed their weaponry and armour. The two servants pulled out seats opposite each other. Casir's feet sunk slightly into the carpet as he walked in, and gestured to the seat in front of him.

"Please, sit, we have much to talk about."

Beriza takes the seat offered.

"I can see that they treat you well...Mandalore himself doesn't accept such opulence aboard a warship. And the quarters on the rest of the ships..."

She laughs. "Well, I'm not one to talk. Half of my quarters are workspace."

She leans forward, the nervousness she'd been feeling showing in her mannerisms and voice for the first time.

"Listen, if you've gotten used to not having a sister, or don't want a sister, just tell me, and I'll leave, and I apologize for bothering you."

"I hate Duros, now." Admiral Herede complated, bored of the tea and the grasslands, as the marsh-suckers zoomed around.
He began to get up as his eccentric aid rushed to him yet again, and turned a wary eye towards him.
"Sir, gold team has lost 24 out of 31 men when they arrived." The aide gasped.
"WHAT?!" He yelled, spilling his tea. "That's it!" He reached for his nearby comm.

"All Mandalorian enemies. I have had enough of this charade. I swear to you; play your twisted minds game, but I am not tolerant. Your 'rogue' warship is going to be anihilated very soon!

Mandalore looks over this latest enemy comm signal.

"Interesting...they think it's ours. I thought they would have studied us just a hair better...interesting way to try to make us think it isn't one of theirs...still...it is a Sith Ship...this is very interesting, indeed."

Admiral Herede and a large army of Capital Carriers from Iridonia began to leave Hyperspace, as the Sith Warship found another satisfying target; the Sith Warship headed towards the back-end of the Eson VII system, the tropical world next to Haruun Kaal.
"Trap this ship." Admiral Herede replied. "I don't want it to escape."
But even as he said that, it jumped to Hyperspeed once again, leaving the ponderous fleet to follow.
"Follow it now, men!" Herede commanded.
"But sir, it's headed towards the moon of Dxun!" The fleet controller sparked.
"Ah, I see. So I was right. It is the Mandalorian's fault! We'll catch them off guard men!" Herede yelled fiercly, as he began to jump to Hyperspace.

Rieade was walking down to the shuttle bay to head over to Mandalors ship, when a random soldier came sprinting up to him. He said, panting, "Sir, they told me, to tell you, that an unknown ship has just jumped into the system sir, its off our stern."
"Hmm, have we tried contacting them?"
"Yessir, no response."
He had a thoughtful look on his face as he spoke his next words.
"Well, I suppose I'd better get up there..."
And with that, he hurried back in the opposite direction, towards the bridge.

When he got there he opened a channel to Mandalore.
"Sir, are you seeing this ship? It reads as a Sith. Any information on its schematics would be greatly appreciated as our own databanks contain very little on it. Rieade out."

"I've got you know, 'Rogue'." Herede paranoidically schemed from his new capital ship the Valor, as he squinted his eyes and readied to flick his finger at the nearby Warship, the cracks apparent from a distance.
"Get ready to fire at my command." Herede ordered, as he lifted his fingers, preaching out loudly, "Fire!"

Prezak studied the reports coming in,"Sith? Here? Interesting... this will have to be talked about at the meeting. We can't have it threatning us. And the Republic fools think we are the ones running it"

"Sir, the enemy warship is jumping Hyperspace once again!" The fleet controller replied.
"Then follow it. I want it captured." Herede commanded.
"What about the Mandalorian Fleet?" The Fleet Controller asked.
"We are not powerful enough to take on an entire Mandalorian assault force by ourselves. We must retreat for the time being. Follow the Warship." Herede commanded.
Within instants, the Rogue Warship blasted open another illegal hyperspace route dangerously close to Dxun. As the Admiral's fleet followed it, it left a chasmic shockwave within a large radius, decimating the nearby asteroids.
"What kind of Mandalorian ship runs from the protection of the main fleet?" Herede wondered carefully, as they entered behind closely.

To: Admiral Herede
Fr.: Prec Salco

Admiral, what are you doing? You seem to be running all over the outer rim.

To: Prec Salco
From: Admiral Herede

I am trying to investigate a Mandalorian Warship that has been terrorizing more planets than their entire fleet, Master Jedi. I don't know what, but something seems wrong about this. I have to find out.

To: Admiral Herede

Send me the schematics of the ship. I may be able to help identify it. The Jedi Archives have many ships, including all known Mandalorian classes.

Prec Salco

Prezak opened a channel to Mandalore,"Mandarlore, what do we do about this Sith warship? I can send a scout cruiser to watch it's activities, and it could stay hidden from the Republic. It seems to be making random jumps around the Outer Rim, and a large number of ships seem to be following it. Recommendations?"

To: Admiral Herede

Send me the schematics of the ship. I may be able to help identify it. The Jedi Archives have many ships, including all known Mandalorian classes.

Prec Salco

I am unable to figure out the schematics for the ship, Master Jedi, but judging from the transmissions jumping back and forth from the inside of the ship, it is seeming to be about 80 years old, and it suffered extensive damage 40 years old. It is a massive, long sleek ship, and the size is nearly one and a half times the size of my capital ship. It seems to fire from a multitude of cannons, and it contains a sharp nose at the front. A bevy of hangars, and that is all I can find out about it.

To: Admiral Herede

Interesting. Do you have any visual holos or even photos of it? These things can be checked in the Jedi Archives. I have full access to them.

Prec Salco

OOC: I can't find a picture of the Ravager

IC:

I cannot seem to be able to track the ship's vid, Master Jedi. I can only say; imagine a warship from 40 years ago and imagine a bevy of war wounds in the side.

OOC: So you know, those wounds were caused during the Mandalorian War at the Battle of Malachor V. The Ravager was a Republic ship during the Mandalorian War. But, as this is not totally following KOTOR I and KOTOR II, we can pretend that it isn't.

IC: Forty years ago? From even before the Exar Kun War? From your description, it would sound like an old Republic design, but the Mandalorians have never been known to copy the Republic.

OOC: So you know, those wounds were caused during the Mandalorian War at the Battle of Malachor V. The Ravager was a Republic ship during the Mandalorian War. But, as this is not totally following KOTOR I and KOTOR II, we can pretend that it isn't.

OOC: I know. I just wanted the Ravager in sooner.

IC:

Interesting, Master Jedi. I have never thought of this. I am sending boarding parties to investigate.

I would advise you not to, until we can figure out who they probably are. In fact, from speaking with some Republic and Iridonian techs onboard the Knowledge, I have discovered that such a design was retired about 15 years after the Exar Kun War, and that these ships were used extensively during the War. A newer, smaller, more efficient version of this ship, the Dreadnought, has been developed by the Republic navy and Admiral Karath himself is planning on bringing the prototype, the Leviathan, into battle with the Mandalorians.

That is very nice to hear, Master Jedi. I have a squad into the hull even as we speak.

Inside the bridge of the Ravager

"Get away from me, you god damn abomination!" A soldier screamed, frightened, as the being leapt up and glided swiftly towards the troops, before they could lift their fingers to blaster triggers. The being snatched up another soldier, and the he began to rot extensively, as the eyes on his face peel off, and the teeth fell onto the floor, his lips ripping into slits and his fingers drained of water.
"Admiral Herede! Come in Admiral." The captain chattered as he saw his man jawed before his eyes.

Aboard the Valor, the smaller capital ship than his previous one, Admiral Herede recieved a transpondant transmission from his captain.
"Come in, Captain." Herede replied.
"It's...it's horrific!" The captain replied, shrieking as he turned the holovid towards the being, slashing up another soldier.

Herede looked closer, and saw it. Although shaky, the holovid showed a tall, looming figure in a gaunt stature and black robes, the ones worn by exactly by Master Nenn'Itx. It hissed violently behind a skull mask, and the top was adorned flatly, showing the lack of a normal body. Legs did not seem to exist, and the wrist movements seem to be invisible among what seemed like Dominator gauntlets.

"Send this transmission to the Jedi Masters, now!" Herede commanded his men.

Jedi Masters, I have the Holovid of the being. Perhaps you could explain to me what kind of monster this is. This is definitely not a Mandalorian beast, I am sure.

As Prec Salco looked at the holovid, his eyes opened widely. "That looks like a Force user. But he's. . .twisted. It's like. . .as if. . .this being's existence is contrary to life itself. It manipulates the Force. . .but it is so twisted, so. . .wrong. Oh Force!"
Prec Salco began shaking. As an Iridonian came toward him, he was pushed back by a wave of the Force.
"Oh Force! NO! Not. . .Dark Side. I am. . .and always will be. . .a Jedi. No. . .out of my head, Sith! Oh, my Force! I can't. . .Dark Side. . .overtaking. Evil. . .death. . .evil! Must. . .resist! THERE IS NO EMOTION," he suddenly yelled, "THERE IS PEACE. THERE IS NO IGNORANCE," he began to shake even more violently. "THERE IS KNOWLEDGE! THERE IS NO PASSION. . .THERE IS SERENITY! THERE IS NO DEATH! THERE IS THE" he had yet another spasm as he yelled the last word of the Jedi Code "FORCE!!!" He suddenly turned red, then blue, then red. Red energy began to surround him. "NO! I WILL NOT BETRAY THE REPUBLIC!" he screamed. The red energy surrounded him as he turned to normal coloration. He screamed: "NO!!! I WILL DIE BEFORE EMBRACING THE DARK!" he yelled as a blue energy spewed out of him, pushing back the red. The blue energy flowed out of him, as the red began to dissipate. He yelled one last time: "NOOOOOOOOO!" as the energy all of a sudden totally dissipated, and Salco collapsed to the ground. Several soldiers came to him, along with another Jedi under his command, Shalara Smi-Star. Passed her hand over him, and her eyes opened suddenly. She told the soldiers: "Take Master Prec to the medical bay."
"Yes, ma'am" they replied in unity as they picked him up and took him into the lift.

OOC: Note that the commlink to Herede was open the entire time.

"There, a warpspeed jump. The person controlling this is not technical-smart." Herede found out, his fingers passing the visited planets.
"What's the next plot of course?" He asked his fleet controller.
"Uh...Malachor, sir." The Fleet controller replied.
Herede took to the Comm. "Are you all right? Is something wrong?" Herede asked, too shocked for words.

OOC: bumpify