The Next Strike.

[Phil]

Months after the Victory on Mon Calimari.

Location: Moon of Onderon, Dxun.

In a Hidden building in the Dxun Jungles, Mandalore and his specificly chosen officers have arrived at the hidden complex to plan there next stradegy. The Sith were already suffering losses from Mon Calimari and from Coruscant, It would be a good oppertunity to find them and finish the fight.

Paramount was in the Map room, where there was a large holographic galaxy map in the center of the room. Paramount was infront of it, looking on at the map and the other planets his men were occupying and ones they were planning on taking.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"Well, it seems morale has boosted with our victory at Mon Calamari."

Shane was wearing his regular camoflouge armor, sans combat harness, he was also viewing the map intently, waiting for any plan that he had to completely materialize. One of his gloved hands were resting atop his helmet that currently had the holographic image reflected in the T-visor.

"Kashyyyk," Shane lowered his other hand that had been held up to his lips ina stereotypical thinking gesture, "I believe the Wookie homeworld would provide a great deal of resources. Hell, we could even get their support peacefully by offering to help quell the slaver problems with the Trandos. It will give us the chance to befriend the walking carpets and if you ask me, I would much rather take my chances with the lizards. From there we could attack Dosha itself. Both planets would offer competant warriors who could ally themselves with us as well as the resources I mentioned.

 

[Cailst]

"Also, the wookiees have a life debt system which means if we save them from something, they pledge their lives to us. Considering that I have a former sith flagship, I could pretend to threaten them and then a mock battle could occur where I get "defeated" sometime after I threaten a glassing of the planet. Preferably by boarding so there is very little to even have a chance of damaging the ship." Gisi said using the knowledge of his own race and ship to come up with a strategy for his adopted race.

 

[Jorax]

*Conrad was quite still most of the time. This planet being his homeworld, he could not shake off this disturbing feeling that something wasn't right about this. It just didn't seem right. Although it was his body that followed orders, not his mind, Mandalore was there awaiting an officer's idea and then would counter it with his own. In truth, Conrad was seemingly becoming more aloof to encounters with Mandalorians. He hadn't been seen in quite sometime by anyone. He was getting old, and the effects of aging were starting to kick in. Conquests and glory weren't of much value to him now, but only his honor and pride kept him going.*

 

[Phil]

Paramount listened in on his General's Idea, then on his Top Sergeant's Idea, comparing them both to his ideas that he had gathered. Remembering what Onderyn mentioned, it would be better to somehow ally with The Wookies then the Trandoshans, as there reputation as Slavers and what not would be a truce on thin ice over a river of Lava. He then looked over to his Commander, who seemed to be listening in on the other two. Then he turned to His Captain... or where he would be if he was here. He was late, and when he arrived, IF he arrived, then he better have a good excuse...