Battle on Brentaal IV (Skirmish #3)

[Vencu]

Spoiler: Skirmish Three

Civilian resistance fighters have located a key Imperial drop zone and passed on the information to the Alliance forces fighting in the area. The Alliance has assembled a large force to surround the drop zone, attack, and capture as many transports as possible.

Two Alliance PCs will participate in this assault. They will role-play moving into position, observing the drop zone itself, taking out several roaming patrols (NPCs) quietly, and then assaulting the objective. Once inside the perimeter, they will encounter a Mando PC and an Imperial PC. While the battle rages around them, the two PC teams will fight it out for control of the compound's generator. If the Alliance PCs defeat their opponents, the generator is destroyed, killing power to all the defenses and allowing the rest of the GA force to overwhelm the defenders and secure the transports and supplies within the compound. If the Imperial and Mando PCs defeat their opponents, the defenders successfully repel the assault and the Alliance resistance forces sustain heavy casualties.

Participants​

Galactic Alliance​

Corporal Akela Parjir (Count Sam)
Private Max Hogan (Maxxor)​

Imperium & Mandalorian​

Apollo Ordo (Mars)
Kyr'orar Kelborn (Demiurge)​

 

[Demiurge]

Brentaal IV
Oradin
Metropolitan Outskirts

"Mar'eyir morut!!"

The loud resonance of a repulsorlift's engine bellowed forth like a dying beast, echoing out a mechanical roar as fires and smoke rose from its threaded micro-coils unraveled and burned. From the clouds of ashes and scorched carbon filled skies, an Alliance gunship fell down as a series of seeker missiles exploded by the exhaust shafts, downing the aerial vessel into a fiery meteor, detonating on impact of the planetary surface. Kyr'orar never felt the heat from the fires, from the sheer saturation of the endless galley of blasterfire. Even as the war waged around him, his mind remained focused, precise under the hectic conditions, even still as his blood ran hot. Taken cover behind the fractured ruins of what was once a home of residents of the planet, the Commander of the Nightmen was in the thrall of conquest, testing his own battle prowess against the greatest military forces of the galaxy, or so one would believe. Dust storms driven by the machines of the land and overhead hid the brutality of it all, the realism. Blaster shots seared pass Kyr'orar for spurts of time, only for the black and gold armored Mandalorian to return the fire. His hands tightened around weapon as if it were an extension of his own body, and his visor flashed as he set his ripper over the debris, unleashing a spray of fire lost to the screams of men in a maelstrom of battle.

Turning aback, an alarm ping resounded as the Nightman Commander glanced to the edge of the battlefield, catching sight as an Alliance envoy made its way onto the battlefield. An escort detachment, and the exact moment he was waiting for.

"Runi'naast, shukur akalenedat," he said, eying the battlespeeders, "Lenedat mar'eyir, hiibir'dirycir kaysh."

Kneeling behind the debris, Kyr'orar activated his armor's shadowskin reflec system as light began warping around his physical mass, distorting his appearance to the naked eye to the point that he was almost perfectly camouflaged. Two cylinder outlets on his back then powered on, only to quickly become muted as a sound-suppressive unit took effect, nullifying the noises.

"Nayc cuyan."

At that, Kyr'orar lifted upwards into the skies as his repulsor pack levitated and propelled him, grazing through the aerial warzone as he and others tracked their quarry. Several moments later, the envoy route ended behind enemy lines, and from the battlespeeder came several SpecForce commandos and a Lieutenant Colonel Vonak, dispatched to take charge of the region's war effort.

"Major Borall, get a secure line through to Colonel Sanna and Brigadier Forait, I need them patched through asap," said Lt. Col Vonak, immediately taking control of the situation.

The Alliance base was sprawling with activity as the communications and coordination efforts of global situations channeled about, both to and through the outpost, like a virtual hive. And like a man possessed, the Lt. Col moved his way through the waves toward the command center, constantly summoning his subordinates as he relayed orders and commands. The command center was small, but filled with instruments, particularly holo-relays - it was obvious the center was meant to be used to link with others like it and coordinate efforts across the planet, much like a network or nexus. Only half a dozen technicians were in the room as the Lt. Col made his way in.

"Sergeant, Major Borall gave you orders - I need that uplink with Colonel Sanna and Brigadier Forait, now!"

The sergeant acknowledged nervously, speaking into his com unit to contact the other bases. Meanwhile, Vornak went over to the large grounded holo communicator, observing a rendered real-time holographic depiction of the surrounding battlefield. His eyes narrowed as he searched, examining for a strategic weakness to exploit, something to take advantage of. Suddenly then, without warning, an almost invisible hand harshly clamped over Lt. Col Vornak's mouth and nose as a sharp blade pierced into his back, gashing as smoothly as water straight through the thoracic curve of his vertebral column, severing his spinal canal and cord. The man's head would reflexively raise erect, exposing his neck. Within a fraction of the second, the blade had then exited from his spine as it briefly twirled into an inverted position, came around, and was plunged deeply into Vornak's neck, then twisted before removed.

The dying man could only utter a mere gurgle as death overtook him before he could even truly comprehend what had even just happened. Although his shadowskin reflec was still active, the blood split onto him revealed Kyr'orar plain as day. But as the soldiers and officers began to move, one by one, they were slain. The sergeant at the communications console had his neck completely severed by a long blade, decapitating him before he could even fully turn around. The guard at the door gagged as a strange force impaled and pinned him into the wall, another blade piercing through the sternum. In only seconds, the room became a bloodbath of the dead and dying.

From the outside, aside from the patrols, only one guard had been stationed outside the command center. From his point, one could scarcely hear the moans and brief cries of the slain behind the blastdoor, which only became more suspicious once the guard attempted to contact the inside, to no avail. With his blaster rifle steady in his hands, the Alliance trooper opened the blast door to see a distorted image of a semi-invisible man spattered with blood propelling toward him at an alarming rate. Without a word exchanged, the trooper panicked as he opened fire erratically, only to see the blaster bolts merely dissipating upon the camouflaged man. And it was within that same brief moment that Kyr'orar had detached his obsidian blade and thrust forward, straight through the trooper's mouth, only to violently uppercut from within, slashing the man's skull in half from beneath.

A moment later, again an alarm ping from within the Nightman's helmet went off as data transferrred to his HUD.

"Runi'naast," he said, glancing back at the other Nightmen, "Jor'lekir ke'gyce, bal'mashukir."

Kyr'orar readjusted his shadowskin reflec to compensate for the blood, and like the others, took off through the Alliance base to proceed toward their new objective. The data that came in were new orders, not only for him, but for the Nightmen detachment unit. A key Imperial drop zone is being fortified as the grounding stage for the continued war effort on Brentaal, and as fate would have it, the Nightmen had been called into action yet again. It was an atypical for assassins to be assigned to guard duty, but it was not their place to question an order.

In time, and after returning to the Mandalorian and Imperial outposts, Kyr'orar and his Nightmen were dispatched to a different part of Brentaal, making their way to the checkpoint beyond the outer perimeter.


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[Mars]

The screams of the soldiers were a beautiful symphony to the twisted Ironfist legion. Gray drop pods rained from the heavens unto the unsuspecting Galactic Alliance men, likely drafted from comfortable jobs back home to fight a hopeless war against an unstoppable foe. As Jedi after Jedi fell the government turned to the common people for safety, Force forbid their plush bureaucratic life fall away, and the big bad Mandalorians were coming over the hill. The sound of turbolasers played a destructive cadence, the Ironfists marched to the beat of its drums and Apollo emerged from his pod as Ares from his chariot.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."

Apollo wore one of three full suits of Beskar armor in the galaxy right now, reserved for Mandalores and their Solyc Al'akkan, weapons bristling from the blackened plate. The half-white, half maroon Mythosaur on his chest was the last sight his foes would ever see, the four stripes on his right bicep a testament to his mettle and the gray fist on his left arm an indicator of his allegiance, though perhaps not to the extent of the skull on his chest. Split colors for those with split loyalties. A model's face and pale blue eyes were concealed behind a mirrored transparisteel lense and beskar helm. The beskar plates kept the young Echani hybrid safe from energy blasts while the shield he wore kept away the kinetic damage. He was a walking tank, his wrists breathing fire and railgun rounds, his shoulders sending destructive missile blasts into any clusters of soldiers that dared to stand against him. Body after body hit the floor and their screams added to the soundtrack of the battlefield. His unit, the A'den be Ordo, swept out behind him, devastating those not swept up by the god of war before them. To watch Apollo wage war was to watch a ballet of violence, a dance of destruction, the unique blend of Echani grace and Mandalorian brutality creating a nigh-unstoppable hybrid warrior. As the loyalists had during the Civil War, those that stood before him were embraced by death shortly thereafter. In his hands he cradled an "Outcry" ripper shotgun, one of the heavier weapons but feeling light thanks to the strength lent him by his Crushgaunts and armor, the energy sheathed slugs tearing asunder any poor bastard that tried to hide.

Within the hour, the base was utterly lifeless shy the Mandalorians sent to take it. Within two, it was fortified with Nightmen reinforcements in bound. They would hold the base, and it's generator powering the defenses, at all costs.

 

[Maxx]

An explosion went off nearby and Max felt the heat of it. Max was a new recruit and this was his first battle. He'd been deployed to help with the war effort on Brentaal and it was a complete war zone. Another explosion went off to the right of Max and he stood up from behind cover, firing into the smoke rising around them. He heard a scream and ducked back behind cover, blaster fire going over head. He ripped a thermal detonator off of his belt and looked over the cover. He spotted an armoured speeder coming his way and he set the detonator with a three second fuse. He then lobbed it over his shoulder in the direction of the speeder. Two seconds later the speeder came over top of the detonator and the next instant it erupted in a fire ball, killing those around it.

His comlink beeped and he opened the channel. "Private Hogan, there is a key Imperial landing zone being fortified, we need you to take out its generator. Corporal Parjir will meet you there. The coordinates have been uploaded to your comlink, good luck"

With that Max had his orders. He took one last look over his cover and stood up, firing at the Imperials coming out of the smoke. Several dropped dead at his barrage of blaster fire. He then ran back to the makeshift command bunker that was set up to the south of where he'd been fighting. When he got there he hopped onto the closest speeder bike and geared the motor, shooting off and heading for the coordinates he had been sent.

 

[Count Sam]

The smell of death and blood could be smelled everywhere. Akela, the young Mandalorian warrior turned Galactic Alliance was used to this smell. However; every battle had its own unique scent and that scent was so familiar to Akela. It brought to him back the old hard memories, the memories of ice and blood. It was the memories of an old civil war that changed the Mandalorians forever. A civil war that has been causing pain for all those few loyalists of the old order that were spread thin all over the galaxy.

Akela stood tall with the rest of the Special Forces troops he has been assigned with as they continued to fight the Imperials that were present. Today, Akela was armed to the teeth more than usual and was thirsting for a glorious battle. Akela noticed a squadron of Imperials coming back and that when he ordered his troops to take cover. After all, they were Special Forces and they were used to that type of warfare. It was a long moment of silence before Akela finally motioned for them to strike and that was when the bullets rained over the Imperial soldiers who were shocked with the attack. The whole squad dropped dead; there was no remorse or regret. After all, these were the Galactic Alliance Special Forces and the emotions that existed within the ranks of the Galactic alliance military didn't exist among them.

"Sir, we received orders from the command center to strike the nearest imperial command zone, the generator needs to be taken at once before it gets harder for our troops to get in. We will meet there with the rest of the troops as well" A lower ranking soldier said to Akela who silently nodded and ordered the troops that were fighting with him to regroup. It was then when they started making their slow, yet deadly march towards the north where the base was. Akela Parjir and his troops made sure to take down the most amounts of soldiers and with the least noise as possible.

Slowly Akela pulled out one of his military knives and threw it back at the head of one of the soldiers. Akela was accurate and he was able to land it right at the back of his neck. The remaining soldiers were also not less skilled as they took down soldiers after they equipped their rifles with silencers and started landing their merciless blaster bolts upon the bodies of the invading Imperials.

It was not so long before Akela and his company was finally able to reach the landing zone and that was when Akela motioned with his fingers for the troops to stay low and to take covers.

"Alright troops, looks like we won't be needing those silencers anymore. The time has come for the real battle and I assure you the enemy we are fighting is a tough one so don't hold back and fight with honor" Akela said to his troops as he reloaded his rifle and made sure that all his weapons were reloaded for the upcoming battle. Of course today Akela was armed to the teeth as he wore his mandalorian armor which was made of durasteel mixed with Berskar, the armor also had the sign of his clan which was one of the most powerful and biggest clans that existed during the reign of Roxton Dagger. The armor was a midsized one and was equipped with all the standard technology needed to protect Akela. Akela was also wearing a jetpack and was equipped with a plasma shield that protected him from plasma bolt. Akela was also armed with a "M15 MDEWS" and attached to it was a grenade launcher. He also had with him an "ER40" that was hanging on his back. And as a side arm he had a dual K8 'Katie' that was hanging from his belt. The young Mandalorian also had a mix of EMPs, frag grenades, and thermal detonators with him. Last but not least Akela had a vibro blade hidden in his right boot and a "CER78 PDW" blaster on his left one.

Simply Akela had all the weapons he needed with him as he knew well that the enemy he was going to face was not like any enemy. After all, according to the information he received there were Mandos present in the battle and that is why he had to be careful in the fight against his own brothers. Akela knew well what his people were capable of and that is why he came today prepared to die or to return as a glorious soldier to the Galactic Alliance.

"Charge!!!" Akela said finally breaking the silence as finally his men started firing at the enemy forces that were protecting the landing zone. The heavy armored troops on the other hand launched their rockets at the landing shuttles and vehicles trying to cut the Imperials escape in the process.

Akela then took a cover before loading the grenade launcher and then he aimed carefully at a shuttle that was landing and right after the moment it landed Akela launched the grenade causing a huge damage to the shuttle and to the people inside.

Akela then took a cover and started reload his weapon. It seemed that his people brought their best legions to fight today and that was why Akela couldn't give up or surrender. After all, if he ever hoped to restore the old Mandalorians then he had to fight till the last breath.

 

[Demiurge]

Kyr'orar and the Nightmen had not been stationed at the landing site long before the inevitable happened. The unmistakable sounds of blasterfire and the soaring of missiles budding into the air as the clouds of dirt at an army's feet while they trampled the dusts below. It was perhaps one of the most dumbfounding blitzes the Nightman commander had ever laid his eyes on; leading a head on charge into a fortified enemy position without any specified tactic? Whoever had been in command of the assault was either horridly underestimating their opposition or was a complete fool.

"Runi'naast!" he said, turning his head to address Allit Kelborn, "Bah haar kebii'tra!"

In that instance, the Nightmen all powered their shadowskin reflec and sound suppression units, becoming almost invisible and inaudible against the hectic scene and symphony of the battlefield. And as a single unit, they took to flight, activating their repulsor packs as they soared over the immediate warzone, and over enemy positions.

"Jii. Carud haar bral," he said, as the Nightmen removed several black spheres from around the waists of their suits, dropping them over the enemy's position. Immediately on impact, the spheres detonated into clouds of thick black smoke, blinding the line of sight for the Alliance entrenchment.

"Parer ti haar kebii'tra! Tsikador bah trattok'or bal shukalar!" came the yell, as the Nightmen scattered in the skies, camoflauging into the burning skies.

 

[Mars]

The enemy tactic was as hilarious as it was destined to fail.

A full on charge upon an enemies fortified position was something that worked well only in cinema and even there it failed at times. The Galactic Alliance body armor was not known throughout the galaxies for its durability nor its troops for their skill in an outright charge. These were average men and soldiers drafted from various professions with average weaponry. There was only so much a single cowardly Dar'manda could do to save them.

And he failed even there.

As the Alliance soldiers stepped out to charge forward, obviously following their leaders orders, they would be torn to shreds in a hailstorm of deadly accurate railgun (from the MK26 rifle wielders) and heavy blaster (from the SOCR-2) fire that nothing shy of power armor could hope to stop, the rounds from their underbarrel grenade launchers wrecking even further havoc. Apollo's HUD caught the man in old beskar'gam wielding a grenade launcher, bringing up a red reticle as he raised his grenade launcher. A pair of missiles sailed to him, one would impact on either side of him, as Apollo's Outcry let loose and dumped automatic ripper shotgun fire at the poor bastard. A dodge to his left or right would put him right into a high-explosive micro-missile that would crumple his armor and cause serious internal damage, while moving forwards or backwards would leave him swiss-cheese as he was blown to pieces by the Ripper fire.

Apollo's laughter echoed within his Beskar helmet. A headlong charge on a fortified position. Silly Alliance.

 

[Maxx]

Max had joined up with the Corporal when they were getting close to the base. He had been in the midst of the charge firing rocket launchers at the shuttles. Now it had all turned to hell. He lay behind a barrier with a thermal detonator in his hand. Max looked over the barrier and threw the thermal detonator into the Imperial forces. Then the thick black smoke was all around him. Max was blinded and he couldn't see the enemy. He activated his jetpack and soared into the air. From there he saw Apollo. Max took off after him with his rifle in hands, firing shots at Apollo.

 

[Count Sam]

Akela observed the enemy carefully as his troops assaulted the camp. It was true that these were some of the Mandos best, but still Akela's forces were the Galactic Alliance forces and thanks to the new GAMCA armor they did have the technology they needed to stand against the Mandos head to head. Akela ordered his troops to activate the "Galactech Arsenal Warfighter-5 HUD" and the "MFTAS" system so they would be able to see the enemy clearly without much trouble. The battle was getting tenser as the Galactic Alliance soldiers took cover trying their best to avoid the enemy' ripping weapons as much as they could and fired back the heavy troops were mainly using rocket launchers to destroy the enemy, and the other soldiers used heavy blaster rifles like the "M15 MDEWS" and the "ER40" .

Also as soon the forces attacking from air spread Akela ordered half of his men to fly and engage with them in the air. Gladly, the technology provided with the armors allowed them to see clearly and also since the fight was on a platue the wind did have a negative effect on the smoke screen.

It was then when Akela noticed someone who he was familiar with. This figure was Apollo, a Mandalorian who Akela had a grudge on for being one of the major backbones of the Mandalorian forsaken civil war. Gladly, Akela was cautious and he knew well about how destructive that sadistic Mando who he have hated for so long was. Akela knew well what he had to do and that is why as soon as Apollo aimed and fired at him he was fast to use his jetpack and repulsors which gave him a fast push towards the air and towards the battle ongoing above. Also as Akela did that he was ready to attack as well as he launched two grenades from his launcher, one would land right in front of Apollo's feet and the other would land on his right side. Also as Akela did that he picked one of his EMPS and a thermal detonator which he threw fast at the left side of Apollo. He was technically using the same tactic that the sadistic Mando was using against him, and that tactic was actually trying to give your enemy no way out.

"I will take care of the forces down here!!! You take care of the air battle!!!" Akela gave orders to Max as he decided to fight Apollo.

 

[Demiurge]

Kyr'orar watched from about as Apollo fired mounted micro-missiles toward one of the force commander's positions. He didn't recognize him personally, but the Mandalorian armor he wore was unmistakable. He was a dar'manda. A soulless traitor, no doubt a survivor from the Loyalist side of the civil war. Kyr'orar's HUD zoomed in on him as the Nightman hovered overhead, drawing his obsidian-mullinine sword in hand.

"Runi'naast! Pitat'daab haran!" the commander yelled into his comlink, an unmistakable order. The Nightmen engaged the Alliance 'soldiers' in the air as Kyr'orar himself took the fight below.

Leading the attack as the missiles closed in, Kyr'orar pulled his sword to his side and extended forward as his repulsorpack charged down ontop and over Akela. As the first explosion detonated and Akela shot into the air with his jetpack, Kyr'orar's blade would soon stab directly into the dar'manda's back, at the vulnerable mesh near the neck, piercing him through his upper spine with the full force of his aerial descent behind it. The moment the dar'manda would begin to grab for his grenade launcher, Kyr'orar's blade would no doubt hit its mark.

 

[Mars]

Apollo kept his Ripper trained on Akela throughout his ascension into the air, his rockets flying past him and into clusters of troops, keeping his finger on the trigger and raining ripper rounds onto the dar'manda from when he was on the ground and his attempt at lifting up. As he did nothing to stop Apollo shooting except attempting to jump, he's likely a bullet-riddled corpse.

 

[Maxx]

Max saw the battle as a loss. Over the comm he ordered a retreat. As the Alliance troops on the ground retreated, Max provided cover fire from the air. The Corporal's idea to have a full on charge had been costly. He didn't see it, but something told him that the Corporal had paid for his mistake with his life.